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@justanotherotaku1102, thank you sm for commissioning Skull from the coffee shop AU being a loveable boye 🥺 he is Everything

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This wasn’t your first attempt at dough. You felt increasingly, though, like it was going to be your last.

It was the very early morning, at your coffee shop, sunshine was already peeking through the windows of the kitchen. 6am... you’d already set up the cafe for the 7am opening, machines cleared and prepared, cutlery and dishes cleaned and ready to go, food out in the display cases. You and your only employee were now just cleaning up, preparing for opening- you’d felt like you had enough spare time this morning to attempt some baking.

...

You probably would’ve been better to just throw the ingredients straight in the garbage.

You had no idea what it was. It seemed like you were cursed, or something. You really thought that by now, you’d be able to successfully manage something as basic as a bread dough- you were hoping that your time around your professional baker suitors would’ve meant that some of their prowess would’ve rubbed off on you. Sans’ ability to craft the most intricate and incredibly delicate pieces, Red’s magic touch with even the most complex pies, surely you’d pick up some skills?

You really hadn’t.

... You stepped away from the oily, sticky mess on the countertop in front of you, fingers caked in mixture. You were getting unreasonably frustrated over some fucking bread dough... looking at your wasted work, you felt choked up and angry.  

...

“... struggling?” Skull asked.

You looked over your shoulder at him. He was by the oven, big eye quietly observing you... you could see why he used to scare you so much. But right now, Skull was the only person who could talk to you without you exploding. A softspoken giant with a gentle temperament, he was a baker by trade- he had been here in the kitchen since at least 4 in the morning, making the pastries and cakes that decorated the shelves of your cafe. Stars knows you needed him, given your absolute dogshit baking skills.

He had been quietly watching the whole time. You knew he had. You bit back frustrated tears, smearing your sticky hands over your apron- “Yes. I’m giving up.”

“... the dough?”

“Going in the trash.” You choked. “Where my cooking belongs.”

“... can i... see?”

Skull didn’t like food waste. Any kind of food waste. You deflated... suddenly feeling bad for talking about throwing it away. Some of the anger dissipated.

“... Sure. You can try and save it.” You stepped back from the sticky mess of oil, flour, water and yeast. “Do what you want.”

... Skull moved over. He walked slowly, with a gentle lean, like one side of him weighed slightly more than the other... he stood beside you at the countertop, looking at your ‘work’. His jagged face meant he preferred to spend his days at the cafe hidden away in the kitchen, cooking while you handled customer service. He was at his happiest when making something.

He stared at your mess.

...

“jus’ needs... more flour.” He mumbled. “and... kneading.”

“I can’t knead.” You said, dejectedly.

He glanced at you.

“... show me.”

You looked up at him- you didn’t know why he wanted you to show him when he’d probably seen your sad and frustrated kneading attempts earlier. But you did as he asked, moving back in front of the bread. He had said more flour, right? You took a handful of flour out of the bag and generously dusted your terrible creation. You pressed your hands into it... doing the closest you could get to the method you saw in videos and on TV.

...

Skull moved behind you. And suddenly, his huge hands were on either side of your own. 

You froze; wait, he was standing behind you? So close, too... close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him. Your heart thudded- what?

His chest gently bumped your upper back.

“here.” He said softly, breath ruffling your hair. His big, scarred hands reached forward...

... And took yours in his own.

You clamped your mouth shut to stop the tiny squeak from escaping you. You felt like you were being swallowed, and you didn’t dislike it. He smelled like cinnamon. Skull guided your hands patiently- he angled your palms, and helped you push the dough, the ball of your hand first. His precision and experience was clear with the smoothness and direction of his movements... and on top of that, he knew exactly how gently to hold your tiny human hands.

“... push n’ roll.” He said. “s’that simple. don’t worry... bout speed. people who... knead fast... have been doin’ it for years.”

You could hear your heart in your ears, now. You’d seen this guy lift up your fridge with one hand, so he could sweep underneath it- you knew the feats of strength he was capable of. And yet, he somehow held your hands like they were glass, while still applying enough pressure to guide them. 

You tried your damndest to concentrate, to make the most of his clear expertise. Push and roll. Push and roll...

...

... And... oddly enough, not fussing about the bread too much because you were constantly thinking about Skull’s slow breaths tickling your scalp and his massive arms around you, you found you were robotically performing the motions he was guiding without your usual overthinking. It only took a few moments for you to realise you were actually kneading the dough. Properly.

... A swell of pride in your chest, and a little smile on your face. Maybe you weren’t cursed after all?

“... there we go. you got it.” He murmured, affectionately, almost right up against your hair. The way he said that, him murmuring so close, his deep voice through his chest... you were kinda glad he was behind you, he couldn’t see you blushing. Would he catch you if you fainted?

“R-Red kneads fast.” You managed to get out. He kept kneading with you.

“he’s showing off.” Skull said, disapprovingly.

You couldn’t help but snort. The dough was starting to take on a smooth, flawless texture. “And Sans?”

“probably... can’t make bread. bread’s not... science enough.”

A warm laugh escaped you. For a moment, you could’ve sworn Skull paused- but not too long.

... Skull was right about the bread. I mean, of course he was. But it was still nice to see your mistake gradually turning into something that would probably look alright in the oven. With some flour, and some kneading, it more and more resembled an object that could soon become edible. Your efforts (and the ingredients) weren’t totally wasted.

Skull finally took his hands off yours... placing them on the counter. You immediately missed the warmth. But you now had, before you, a lovely silky-looking ball of dough.

“... Then it proves. Right?” You turned, looking up over your shoulder at him. Even though he’d taken his hands off yours he didn’t take his hands off of either side of you. His big, warm eye stared down at you.

“... mhm. ‘bout n hour.” He tilted his head. “want... me to prove, and bake? since... you’ll be... busy.”

“You trying to put a bun in my oven, Skull?” You teased.

...

Skull’s eyelight widened. And his whole face, just like that, flooded with an ultramarine blue.

“u-uh.”

...

You made yourself smile, despite your furious embarrassment and burning face. You moved to the side- he took his arm off the counter, letting you slip out from his enveloping personal space bubble.

“I-I should go wash my hands and open the store.” You blabbed, smearing your hands on your poor apron again. You’d need to grab a replacement, no way you could greet customers like this. “Would you like another coffee before the doors open?”

He nodded, dumbly. “... m... mhm.”

You scurried away, desperately needing a moment to cool, so your cheeks weren’t on fire when people started coming through the door.

...

Skull, alone in the kitchen, busied himself with readying your bread dough for proofing- trying to find a way to distract himself, and stop the loud purring that had immediately started filtering out of his chest once you were out of earshot.

what

i don’t usually post non-art related things here but today i received the mondstadt ost boxset which includes an official venti wisp keychain and i NEED everyone to share in the forbidden knowledge i have just obtained, by which i mean: WISP VENTI HAS ARMS?

Whenever I hear "You Will Be Okay" I always imagine Lilia singing it to Malleus and Silver, and it's... I-

All 10 Sirocco Sister's wing patterns!

I won’t wish for anything myself but this is just too good to pass by 💫

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

Not taking any chances

....What are the odds that I was listening to this EXACT song when I found this? 😂

Here Yuu is a girl!!I warned you! https://youtu.be/tPLodwT58nE Please turn on this music to feel the atmosphere

After Mostro Lounge closed, Yuu worked part-time washing dishes, floors, and the gym after hours. Usually there was a lot of work and after each shift, her strength left her at the very end of the work.

This job provided extra rest for the staff and students of the dorm, and Yuu received a small income to the meager budget from Principal Crowley. Seriously, what was this obnoxious irresponsible feathered chicken hoping for, thinking that one teenager would have enough money?! To maintain the dorm, which threatened to collapse with every rain or snowfall. Dust and dirt simply could not be removed with your hands, you needed cleaning products. The Yuu thanked all the gods that they knew and heard that their plumbing was working even with difficulty. But it worked.

After looking at their work, Yuu nodded to herself with satisfaction, making sure that everything was done perfectly. She was a very diligent and hardworking girl, it helped her out many times. Azul is quite a demanding boss, but he can be understood. To maintain a certain reputation of the institution and your own, you must always maintain a certain bar.

Yuu was even a little envious of all the purposeful young men around her. Even they had the money, and she's more like a homeless person who pretends not to be.

Exhaling heavily from not very good thoughts, Yuu suddenly drew attention to a small "scene" in the hall, where Azul introduced himself to the "unfortunate souls" when there was all this business with anemones and dishonest contracts.

The light from the aquarium illuminated the entire room, filling everything it touched with its deep dark colors. The gloom that reigned here seemed even more to give the false impression that everything here was deep under water.

Yuu suddenly felt very sad and heavy. She missed her home, all the things she was used to.

I wonder if the sailors ' wives were also pining when they went to sea.

Waiting for them to return, with the hope that it will never fade away. That their beloved sailor would return to them, and not be taken away by the sea like so many others.

Yuu looked around once more. There was no sound of voices from Octavinelle's living room, and it looked like the students had all gone to their rooms. The "trio of sea mafiosi," as Yuu liked to call them in her mind, sat in Azul's office and counted the cash registers.

The hall was completely empty. Grimm was sleeping peacefully in Onboro, and he was very docile when Yuu went off to work part-time. Because he always got some small goodies that Yuu could buy with her earned money.

It was a small thing, but it was enough for them.

Every movement in the hall seemed to echo. I wonder how beautiful it will be if the song is played here?

Azul said that she does not have a "beautiful voice", maybe he lied to himself to take Onboro? What use was the voice of a non-magical student to him when he could get a whole building to expand his business.

Yuu put down the mop and took off the rubber gloves from her hands and went to the stage.

How much did the sailors ' wives miss?How did they live with this feeling for most of their lives?

There were so many questions, but the answers hardly gave Yuu any peace of mind.

Licking her lips, Yuu took a deep breath and sang softly. Barely audible, whispering to her heart, so sad and bitter, as if she wanted to pour out all her sorrows from her soul.

The lines echoed softly in the silence of the hall.

Upon one summer’s morning

I carefully did stray

Down by the warls of wapping

Where I met a sailor gay...

Yuu's voice sounded so bitter, so sad and wistful, as if she herself was really waiting for her "sailor" who would never return. She wanted so much to relieve the tension, let it be a little quiet singing. It won't hurt anyone.

The singing was a low whisper that filled everything around, and the students who were sitting quietly in the living room heard someone singing and decided to check out who it could be at such an hour.

Yuu slowly and unhurriedly walked around the stage, remembering the lines of the song, until she stopped and continued singing. Surprisingly, the words came one after the other and formed the right lines.

Conversing with a young lass

Who seem'd to be in pain

Saying, William when you go

I fear you'll ne'er return again

The students decided to listen to this impromptu performance with all their might and took out their phones to capture this moment. They hid around the corner and quietly watched everything that was happening on the stage.

Yuu looked like a lonely siren in an empty hall, with a soft, gentle singing that made its way to the most secret places of their souls and hearts. She wasn't given a uniform because of the extra expenses, Yuu couldn't afford it. So she used a change of clothes.

A long cloth wrapped around the legs and tied with a piece of rope. Something like a homemade long skirt with a slit on one side. And a loose and obviously oversized white shirt. Although it was hardly "white", the fabric was worn and apparently part of the uniform of one of the students. Yuu was not buttoning her neck, and thus her defined collarbone was exposed and exposed, as if it was a clue for Cupid where exactly to shoot.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I distain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my Jolly sailor bold

Floyd, who was already terribly bored with finishing all this routine, every day the same thing became terribly uninteresting. He visibly perked up when he heard an extraneous sound and listened when he heard singing. It was much more interesting than counting all these numbers and adding up pieces of paper. This didn't usually happen in the evenings.

- Hmmmmm?Do you hear that, too? Floyd asked, glancing back at the office door. It was more interesting to him than the current case, and he closed his eyes and listened to the words of the song. A song about a sailor? It was something interesting.

Jade and Azul looked at each other, at first not understanding what he was talking about, and followed his example and listened.

Did someone.... sing?Now?

Yuu takes a deep breath. Unaccustomed to it, she is short of air and her breathing is a little erratic from time to time.She had to take breaks of a few seconds to catch her breath. Otherwise, my head would start spinning.

The students held their breath as they watched her every move. The way she moved her arms and the way she danced lightly on stage.

She lured them like a siren.

Lured and unknowingly drowned these unfortunate viewers.

His hair hangs in ringlets

His eyes as black as gold

My happiness attend him

Where ever he may go

Floyd listens with pleasure.

- What a beautiful voice~ I wish I could listen to him more often. Floyd chuckled, already seeing the look in Azul Madola's eyes. It was getting more and more interesting. The octopus definitely already has an idea how to turn all this into its own benefit and profit.

Azul gets up from his chair and heads for the exit. As always, he was determined and already thought of different options for the best outcome in his favor.

"Jade, Floyd, we need to get that voice!"!

"Whatever you say," the twins smiled, smug and predatory. They were awfully fond of such" hunts " for Azul. They quietly slipped out of the office and hid and decided to watch.

What was their surprise when they saw that the non-magical student was a real siren of legends on their stage. They barely restrained Floyd, who immediately wanted to destroy everything so that he could run to Yuu and squeeze her.

Azoul suddenly had the idea that he wanted to decorate this beautiful neck with a necklace. No, seriously. She looked amazing. So simple and so mesmerizing. It had its own charm and charm. If only he could persuade her to sing just for him. I wonder if she would agree.

Yuu continued to sing, trying to relieve all the tension that had been drowning in her for so long. All these emotions, all these feelings that had been bothering her for a very long time.

It seemed to her that she was all alone, and her singing could not be heard by others. How surprised she would be that most of the dorm is Octavinel, and Azul and the Twins are hiding to hear the singing through.

After all, they are gentlemen, they will not rudely interrupt such a performance. And just listen quietly, and write it down on a dictaphone.

Azul noticed his students and heard their low whispers.

"Damn it, she's got a voice like a siren, I'd follow him to the bottom of the ocean." - quietly whispered one student checking whether the sound recording is on the phone.

- I've never heard this song, I wonder how she knows it? Another student stared at Yuu as if she were an opera singer.

"It gives me the creeps." Do you think we can persuade her to sing again?

Azul smiled ominously.

Oh, how close his students were to his idea. To lose such an opportunity of profit would be the most terrible crime! But still, even for the refined taste of Azul...

this song..

She was so beautiful and so sad.

Let's be honest greedy octopus, you would have sworn that you have at least 8 possible scenarios where Yuu would sing just for you. His personal songbird without a cage. Free and inconspicuous.

Oh, how he wanted that voice. It turns out that so many unknown songs were hidden in this cute head!So much money could be made out of it!Why hadn't he thought of it before?!

Judging by the fact that Yuu had taken a short break, it was possible to guess that the song was coming to an end.

If only she could be persuaded!!Just agree with Yuu and Azul will arrange for you the most beautiful dress and jewelry that he can afford, just to turn you into the pearl of this place!!

Azul would surely come up with a whole performance, would pick up an outfit for each performance. Every detail, every little thing. I'd even get Wil to give me some advice!

But damn it, knowing her character, she would stubbornly refuse.

She didn't need all this attention, all this gossip and gossip. All this glory and praise. She just wanted a peaceful life in a strange place with a bunch of rude, smug boys.

Suddenly, one of the students lost his footing and stumbled, trying to get closer and shoot a better video, but this caused only a small noise. She didn't need all this attention, all this gossip and gossip. All this glory and praise. She just wanted a peaceful life in a strange place with a bunch of rude, smug boys.

Suddenly, one of the students lost his footing and stumbled, trying to get closer and shoot a better video, but this caused only a small noise. The Octavinel trio mentally cursed this poor fellow in every way they knew.

He himself understood that his life would not be as easy as before. The next couple of days for sure. The others could only sympathize with him.

Hearing a strange noise, Yuu shuddered and stopped singing. She wanted to know where the noise was coming from and make sure it wasn't dangerous.

Noticing the confused students who waved their hands and raised their hats in greeting, Yuu quickly turned pale with horror. Did they hear her??Have you heard her all this time??

And then she saw Azul and the twins.

Azul could have sworn that she was dead white, her face as red as years of wine. I wonder if you could touch her rosy cheeks, what would the taste be like?

Azul, you're thinking the wrong thing. He was talking to himself, not understanding what had suddenly come over him.

It's just a little singing. Maybe it was her attitude toward him. She acknowledged and praised his efforts, his intelligence and work.

Did Cupid miss an arrow in one of his three hearts? (A moment of abstraction. Octopuses have three hearts. one (the main one) drives the blue blood all over the body, and the other two-the gill-push the blood through the gills)

Yuu was confused and desperate to think of an escape route, and she took off and ran out of the hall.

This development of events was definitely not foreseen by Azul.

Did she run away? Just ran away from them?She absolutely didn't want to even stay here?What if she stopped working here?

Although it was naive to think that it would help her.

- Floyd..bring the young lady to my office. And please be gentle with her. We don't want her singing voice to be lost. Azul asked the twin matter-of-factly, knowing that Floyd was only a fraction of a second away from rushing after her.

Still hunting, there was any part of it in the business.

"All right," Floyd said cheerfully and ominously, and immediately disappeared after Yuu.

Azul will do everything to get this opportunity and this voice.

Only, did he really want this pearl to be shown to others, and not just become his own?

Ayato and Baizhu looks…Familar ngl

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Hi,

Considering the fact that there are a number of people who's names are Ren irl and on Tumblr, I'm gonna attempt to make things easier on you if you want to remember my name.

You can call me Sloth.

This is the first time I'm posting a fanfic on here, and it's currently 1:06 AM as I'm writing this, but if I didn't write this now I never would, so here it is.

(I'm posting this after I wake up tomorrow hah.)

There are no warnings that I could think of writing down other than the fact that this contains major fluff and a Soft Eel TM, which I hope you enjoy reading about.

I apologize for any grammar mistakes and my mediocre writing.

Enjoy ♡

— Sloth

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Floyd x reader / Mc

Your Heartbeat.

"Floyd?" You asked.

"Go away Shrimpy." Floyd's arms squeezed tighter around his legs as if trying to make himself as small as possible. Which was pretty hard considering that he's practically a giant.

Jade and Azul had called you over not long ago, saying that Floyd had fallen into a particularly foul mood and wouldn't move from his spot on the floor. You weren't sure why Floyd was in such a bad mood, and you're pretty sure that Azul and his brother didn't know either. They said that they had tried pretty much everything to cheer him up again, but nothing seemed to be working. And as a final resort, they called you.

So here you were, sitting in front of a fussy eel that tried to bite anyone who got too close. You weren't entirely sure what to do, you had gotten him out of a few bad moods before, but none of them resulted in him being so... sad. It just wasn't like him, so you made it your intention to fix that.

"Sorry Floyd, but I'm not leaving until I can get you to smile again." You said matter-of-factly. You took a seat next to him with maybe a meter of distance between the two of you. Floyd's only response was to shuffle away from you as much as he could in his position, which wasn't by much.

"No." You couldn't help but sigh, your head shaking side to side in exasperation. You wanted to ask why he was in such a bad mood, but you knew better than to make him think about it any more than he already was. That would only make things worse. Not to mention the fact that he probably wouldn't even say anything.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying to think of a way to get him out of this. Offering to go prank someone (namely Riddle) was already tried, so that was out of the question. Jade offered to go squeeze someone, or some people, that didn't work. Hell, Azul even said he'd let Floyd off of work for a while! That didn't work either, Floyd just continued to sit there, practically swatting at anything he deemed to close.

...To close?

You suddenly realized that, while yes there was some distance between you, you were in fact sitting next to him—within arms reach!—and he wasn't pushing you away.

An idea popped into your head. Maybe it wasn't the best idea but it was all you could think of at that moment, so it was at least worth a try. You shifted to where you were sitting with your legs folded underneath you, facing him with your hands resting in your lap.

Really, it wasn't the greatest of ideas. You'd more than likely think of something much better if you really wanted to, but this felt worth it somehow, so you're going with it.

"Floyd, can I hug you?" You asked softly, almost afraid to break the silence.

He didn't move at first, showing no sign of even hearing you. But after a few seconds, he tilted his head to look at you, moving it just enough to see you with an eye peeking over his arms. From that little movement, you could see that his eyebrows were tilted upwards, furrowed with an expression of anger and frustration.

"...Why?" He asked.

You were tempted to answer honestly, wanting to say that it was the only thing you could think of doing at the time, but decided against it. "Because, you always like squeezes, don't you?" That was almost what you wanted to say, but this should receive a better reaction... hopefully.

He didn't move, only continued to stare into your eyes with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Taking that as a good sign, despite it seeming bleak, you moved closer by a small amount. Thankfully, he didn't move away.

"Can you move your arms? It's kinda hard to hug you when you're sitting like that." Once again, he didn't move at first but eventually lifted his head to rest his chin on his arms. He continued to look at you, his eyebrows were no longer furrowed, curiosity shining vaguely in his eyes.

'Not quite what I wanted, but it will do.' You thought, smiling at the fact that he was at least doing something.

With no second thoughts, you lifted yourself onto your knees and wrapped your arms around his head. You felt him stiffen, clearly not expecting you to move that much closer. Gently, you pressed his ear onto your chest, right over where your heart was, allowing him to hear the sound of it beating. It only took a few seconds, but within that time he slowly relaxed his muscles and moved his arms to loosely hang around your waist. You rested your cheek on his head, nuzzling into his surprisingly soft hair.

This wasn't like a normal hug, or 'squeeze', from Floyd, this was a hug from you. A hug where you held him gently with no other intent than to simply hold him. Not to squeeze and play, not to give a threat to someone, simply a way to hold and comfort.

Nearly five minutes had passed, at some point within that time you sat back down, Floyd still leaning into your chest. You hadn't let go, and neither did he. No more words were spoken after that, and as more time passed the two of you settled into a more comfortable position on the floor with Floyd continuing to lay on your chest. His arms stayed looped around your waist, silently telling you that you weren't going anywhere. Not that you minded.

Thirty minutes passed since you were left alone there with Floyd, and Jade and Azul had finally come back, only to find you running your fingers through a sleeping Floyd's hair.

"Wha–" Azul wanted to say something, but you lifted a hand to your mouth and placed a finger over your lips, signifying for him and Jade to stay quiet.

Jade let out an airy chuckle before speaking quietly. "My my, perfect, you never cease to do the most unexpected things." It almost sounded fake, but something in you told you that the praise was real.

And Jade didn't show it, but he was actually quite impressed—amazed even—that you got Floyd to fall asleep in your arms. The two of them rarely let their guard down, but judging by the content look on his brother's sleeping face, he dared to say that Floyd felt safe in the Perfect's arms.

Truly, what an unexpected person you are, Perfect.

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What did I just write? I have no clue, I was going for full-on fluff here, but it's past midnight and I'm tired. I am not a hundred percent sure if this is even legible, but I felt that I needed to write this, so I did.

For those who are wondering what Floyd got upset over, I'm not entirely sure but I imagined that it was something about You/Yuu/Shrimpy going back to their/your world, and Floyd not wanting them/you to go.

Once again, I apologize for any grammar mistakes and my mediocre writing. Oh and any apparent Ooc'ness.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this thousand-word fanfic dedicated to one Soft Eel. (Hopefully, I'll write a Soft Eel story for Jade soon, but that depends on my writing motivation.)

Anyway, goodnight.