Floyd X Y/n - Blog Posts
Pairing: Floyd x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: This is for @seajellyx for the Secret Santa Project held by @twstedsecretsanta. Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this small fluffy-fluff gift!
“Y/n.”
At the call of your name, the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of gasps and mummering. You stare up at the podium with your face permanently set into a look of utter shock, because there’s no way that your name was just called.
Right?
The last thing you remember before spacing out was that the Christmas Royalties were about to be announced.
It’s apparently a tradition here at NRC: a celebration that’s a combination of what is a prom back on Earth and Valentine’s Day, where the popularly voted Christmas Royalties will have the chance to confess to their crush after being crowned — or challenge their rivals to a fight, for the less romantically inclined.
You always thought it was a ridiculous tradition. Especially when the chances of rejection and embarrassing yourself is ever present.
You’d given a thought before as to who you would confess to — though you’d hope you’d never have to. There is always a chance considering you are pretty well-known amongst the student body, courtesy of your friends’ overblot incidences and your magicless status.
And, as if the Sevens are playing a cruel joke on you, the student who had been called up to the podium first had been none other than your very own crush, Floyd Leech.
You’d met Floyd after your string of bad luck had you paired up with him as an Alchemy lab partner for the year.
At first, you thought he would be a difficult person to work with. The idea formed itself out of your preconceived notion that he is the louder and more uncontrollable of the Leech twins, thus he would never get any actual schoolwork done.
You had only witnessed him spending his free time messing with other students — your friends included — outside of class, after all.
But you were pleasantly surprised when Floyd took the initiative to reach out to you first with an offer to help, especially when the homework load got heavier as the year went by. His assistance, of course, was exchanged for a couple tight squeezes — and heavily dependent on his unpredictable mood.
Sometimes, Floyd could also be a bit flirty. He’d given you cheeky winks every now and then, or you would catch him staring at you in the middle of class with an unfamiliar glint in his heterochromic orbs.
Yet you thought nothing of it.
It was predictable of you to end up developing a crush on the man. It was a reality that your friends encouraged you to confess with the hidden hope that Floyd’s squeezes will only be reserved for you from then on.
But you’d also threaten that you’d transfer over to RSA if Floyd ever found out the truth.
But now? Flyod’s answer to “who would you like to call out to the stage?” was your name.
It was then that you began to wonder if all those times he’d been so cheeky in the middle of class was because he actually like-likes you?
“Is y/n here?” Riddle inquires into the mic again.
“That’s you. Haul ass, pal,” your friend Ace whispers as he elbows your side to bring you back to reality.
“Ugh… right,” you groan as you slowly stand up and make your way towards the stage.
Your body jerks in surprise when the overhead spotlight nearly blinds you, the bright light following your path exactly until you’re finally standing right beside Floyd.
“Well, this is quite the surprise,” you finally comment, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised at the taller man.
In typical Floyd fashion, the man reaches out and envelopes you in his arms. The squeeze he gives your body is much more gentle than normal. You manage to steal a glance at the man and return his wide smile with an amused one of your own.
“Shrimpyyyy,” Floyd coos before clearing his throat and speaking more clearly right by your ear, “sorry for doing this in such a public setting, but you wouldn’t pick up on any of the hints I’ve been giving you.”
“There isn’t much of a difference between the way you flirt and the way you treat your friends,” you chuckle, bending backwards slightly to properly look at Floyd’s face. From this close, you can see just how red his ears have gotten — and just how handsome he looks dressed so formally.
“You look marvelous, by the way. Not that you aren’t always,” Floyd compliments you as if he’d read your mind and wanted to beat you to the punch.
The cheesy words cause your cheeks to start burning up and earns more than an earful of aw’s from your briefly forgotten audience.
“Thank you, so do you— ugh,” you let out a short grunt when Floyd pulls you into another tight hug.
If anyone wanted to laugh at how silly you were making yourselves look, they didn’t. But if you weren’t busy trying not to suffocate in his arms, you’d have noticed how Floyd had thrown your audience a threatening look before they could even inhale.
“Thanks, Shrimpy,” Floyd finally takes a step back and squeezes your cheeks between his hands, tilting your head back so you’d meet his eyes. “How about a dance? I’m kind of tired of these people staring at us.”
Your lips curve up into a grateful smile as you nod, “sure.”
“I’m guessing you already know why you’re standing up here with me, but I do like you, Shrimpy. As more than a friend. I’d love to take you out on a date sometime soon.”
It’s as if those words unlocked a cage filled to the brim with butterflies. They flutter around in your stomach, leaving behind beautiful hues of reds, oranges, and yellows; warm colors that remind you of the beacon of sunshine that is Floyd Leech. You find it ironic, considering he’s from the sea.
You can’t hold back the grin that breaks into your face as you nod your head yes.
“Well, I’m glad you said something first because I like you too. Idiot,” you stubbornly admit with a playful roll of your eyes.
“That’s so cute! Congratulations!” Cater, who’d been standing and watching silently on the sidelines, suddenly yells.
With his lead, the rest of the student body begins to clap and the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of cheers. Floyd tugs on your hand gently, and you allow him to guide you down the stage and straight to the dance floor. Large clusters of students come along, with most of them throwing confetti over your heads.
You’ve never seen them so lively outside of a good Spelldrive Tournament.
It takes a few minutes for the high energy to settle down, but finally everyone begins to break off into their respective pairs or small groups of friends.
Floyd wraps his arms around your waist, taking the opportunity provided by the slow melody playing to pull you close to him.
“Hi, Shrimpy,” Floyd beams, any signs and feelings of shyness already washed away.
“Hey,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to sway together. “You sure know how to make a scene, huh?”
“I’m sorry, but you didn’t give me much of a choice. I thought I was being pretty obvious about it,” Floyd huffs, his lower lip jutting out into a pout.
“Well, I’m sorry too. For not noticing sooner,” you offer the man an apologetic smile.
Floyd hums for a moment before the mischievous glint is back in his eyes, “you can make it up to me somehow.”
“Didn’t I already agree to a date, sir?”
“But that’s different!” Floyd practically whines, and you’re surprised he’s not stomping his feet to match his tone.
You find him adorable, albeit a bit childish.
“I think I could get used to you being so cute,” you speak your thoughts aloud without meaning to. One of your hands moves to cover your mouth as you meet Floyd’s widened eyes. “I—I mean… what do you want?”
“How about…” Floyd pauses before his eyes travel up above your heads. You follow his gaze up to find multiple mistletoes dangling from the ceiling, “but only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Wordlessly, you place your arm back around Floyd’s neck and gently pull him closer to you. Your faces are mere centimeters apart, just a breath away from your lips touching.
“You know it’s bad luck to not kiss under a mistletoe, right? We shouldn’t risk it.”
“No, we shouldn’t,” Floyd mutters before he makes the first move to close the distance between you two.
Your eyes flutter shut right as your lips meet in a chaste and brief kiss. You couldn’t even hear the sound of your friends cheering from the top of their lungs over how hard your heart was beating.
“Floyd, don’t forget about us forever!” one of the Octavinelle residents in the crowd yells dramatically once the two of you finally pull apart.
“I guess that’s my cue to leave. I’m sorry,” Floyd rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics, but doesn’t let go of your hands despite his apology.
“I’ll see you tomorrow anyways, don’t look so sad to go!”
“You’re right, but I’ll still kick their ass for interrupting our moment.”
You laugh and nod slowly, “I can get behind that.”
“That’s my Shrimpy,” Floyd grins before planting a quick kiss onto your cheek. He finally lets go of your hands and takes a few steps backwards towards his waiting friends, “maybe I’ll come find you again for another dance?”
“I’d love that. I’ll be waiting.”