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The Best Choice You Will Ever Make - Floyd
Author's Notes: I have finally done it! I have written Floyd Leech! In all seriousness though, I was really worried about characterizing Floyd so I've been sitting on this fic and editing it for a while. But with this fic, I will have finally written ( and posted) a fic for each of the Octatrio! A good way to celebrate my return from, and final day of, vacation I think. Reader is gender-neutral as per usual.
Type: Fluff/romantic
Word Count: 1349
Ever so often you meet someone and the sensible part of your brain whispers, “Danger,” to you. And ever so often, for reasons unknown, you ignore that sensible part of your brain and smile over at the very person who set you on alert.
Perhaps it was something akin to the call of the void that people felt when looking down into a long dropoff. That strange urge to jump even though you knew for a fact that you would never survive the fall.
Mismatched eyes had met yours that one day, and you’d suddenly recognized that feeling. The sensible part of you had whispered, “Danger, avoid at all costs.” All the while, another, more impulsive part of you had whispered, “This could be fun, and don’t you know better than to judge a book by its cover?”
And so, without hardly thinking twice, you’d jumped into your friendship with Floyd. Knowing full and well exactly how dangerous it, and he, could be.
Ace had been telling you for quite some time that you were danger-prone, and maybe he was right. After all, it was now quite common to find you walking and laughing alongside the infamous Floyd Leech of all people. But the more time you’d spent with Floyd and the longer you’d known him, the more you’d felt that maybe he wasn’t nearly as bad as people liked to make him out to be.
Oh, he could be dangerous to some. That much was obvious from the injuries he often sported from his numerous fights with people and the cover-up work he undoubtedly did for Azul. But he also wasn’t nearly as bad as people liked to make him out to be.
He could, you had discovered, be quite soft-hearted. Since you’d befriended him, he’d been stopping by your classroom each day. Just to say hi and check in on you. No other reason.
During one of your now many visits to Monstro Lounge, Jade had told you that Floyd did the same thing for him. Neither of you knew why he did it, only that he did. But something about it was touching.
Just like there was something oddly sweet about how he would excitedly wave at you whenever he saw that you’d come to one of his basketball games. Then he’d playfully bicker back and forth with the Ace about who you’d come to watch. You always told them you’d come to watch Jamil just to watch them both sulk while Scarabia’s vice-housewarden rolled his eyes.
There was also the way Floyd seemed to adore sweeping you into an impromptu dance anytime, anywhere. You were getting quite used to being waltzed around the room by the lanky young man who crooned out whatever random tune was going through his head at that specific moment.
As for him being trouble…. Well, he was really no worse than anyone else at this school. Trouble and trouble makers were common at NRC. Floyd was just a slightly different brand of trouble.
It had been a long time since you’d first made eye contact with Floyd and your brain had whispered, “Danger.” Now when you looked at him you instead felt a smile raise to your face, no matter the situation.
Even if it meant being pulled into the rain to run to your next class with him, or being pulled over into an unplanned cuddle/nap session because he felt you were working yourself too hard. After all, “Shrimpys need rest too.”
For better or worse you were now close to Floyd, which was why the little trinkets he’d begun giving you were of no surprise. In fact they were a delight.
Especially since, if Jade’s slyly amused looks that were almost always followed by Floyd shoving at his brother were anything to go by, it implied one thing. Floyd liked you.
Now you instead had classmates’ concerned whispers to deal with instead of those from within your own brain.
“Floyd gets bored of everything. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
That statement was almost immediately accompanied by someone else saying, “Yeah, he’ll get bored and just ditch you like he ditches everything else. It’d be best to steer clear of him Y/n.”
Such remarks were always met with Ace rolling his eyes and Deuce chasing off whoever was speaking up.
All of these reasons, and so many others, were why you weren’t surprised when Floyd came back from a trip home and immediately came to Ramshackle. Sporting a grin as he came up the walk, waving at you all the while, “Got something for you Shrimpy!”
The nervous giggle that bubbled from your lips was not faked.
You were both thrilled to see the young man and nervous about what gift he might be bearing this time. While it was usually just seashells there was the time he’d caught a fish and brought it to you while it was still flopping about….
“Come on, I’ll show you what it is inside,” He seemed almost giddy as he pulled you through the foyer, into the lounge, over to your couch, and sat you down on one of the striped cushions.
His grin was large as he held your gaze and reached into his pocket, “Alright, don’t go getting embarrassed on me now.” With those words he produced a long, slim black box and handed it to you.
You glanced down at it and then back up at him, about to thank him before he waved off your gratitude as if it was a particularly annoying fly, “Don’t thank me yet. Just open it.”
You snorted slightly to yourself before opening the box to find a string of glimmering pearls. Your eyes went wide as your fingers hesitantly touched the glistening orbs.
It was a simple necklace, just a strand of pearls. But that, in and of itself, seemed to make it all the more charming.
“That was my Grandma’s,” At Floyd’s nonchalant statement your head jerked up to meet his gaze with a wide-eyed stare of your own.
He giggled at your reaction before taking the box out of your hands and gesturing for you to turn. Doing as he requested, you twisted in your seat, in a slight haze from his previous comment. While he began to calmly explain his previous words, you felt the weight of the necklace rest on your collar-bone.
“My Grandpa gave them to her as a promise and a request. Ya see, she wasn’t initially from around where he lived, and her folks wanted her to go home.” He patted you on the shoulder, and you twisted back to face him.
A smile was on his face as he continued, “He didn’t want her to leave, so he gave her those and told her if she would stay with him he would never leave her, make her sad, or abandon her. Evidently enough, it worked like a charm since she stayed.”
He paused, his expression softening slightly as he looked at you, wearing his grandmother’s necklace, with a uniquely gentle smile on his face. If only your classmates could see him now. Then they might understand that Floyd got tired of things, not of people. Never of people, and never of you.
“What do you say, Shrimpy? I’m not Azul, but I’m willing to make a deal with you. The same deal that my grandparents made all those years ago. Stay here, with me, and I’ll do the same for you.”
That cautious part of your brain whispered something new this time, instead of warnings of danger it asked you a question, “Are you sure about this?” You felt a smile rise to your lips as you nodded at Floyd, unable to find the words as you watched a grin spread across his face.
Sometimes, for reasons unknown, you’d ignore that sensible part of your brain.
You’d done so when you’d befriended Floyd and you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, you were about to do it again. Because sometimes following your gut decision is the best choice you will ever make.
🦈: *Happy Floyd Noises* (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))