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would you still love me if i was a
[bavis gavis voice] happy post-white day you sick Fucks.
tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, crack treated seriously, inspired by fulgur’s white day stream, maybe canon compliant?
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It takes Fulgur some time to weigh the question after you repeat it again. Even so, it’s less of the sweet thoughtfulness you were hoping for and more just trying to wrap his head around it.
He’s so confused that not only does he look away from his computer screen, but he pivots his chair around entirely to face you. “…A worm.”
“Yeah.”
"Like a pest? Or a vermin."
"If you wanna call them that, sure."
“Why would you turn into a worm?”
“I dunno, maybe I’m secretly Gregor Samsa?”
“What does Kafka have to do with anything?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You spend a lot of time thinking about things that don’t matter.”
“Hey, it does too matter.”
“Kafkaism is fiction that reflects the surrealism of reality. We’re not fictional.”
“Cap.”
“What do you mean, cap, I’m a real— oh, never mind.” He pinches his nose again, and this time you must’ve gotten under his skin, because he even lifts his glasses up to rest on his head as he looks at you. “Why are you asking me about worms?”
“No context allowed! I’m suddenly a worm. Would you still love me, yes or no?”
“Why would I have to answer? You’re not turning into a worm.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Wh—“ Fulgur stares at you. “Yes, I do?! I live with you!”
You look off to the side and smirk. “Heh. You don’t even know about my double-life as a decomposer.”
“The only decomposing you do is when you lay in bed for three hours on your phone.”
“Fuu! Answer now!”
“No comment!”
“You are so unromantic!”
“You’re just now realizing this?!”
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This is ironic.
Delightfully so.
Not exactly as you imagined, however. Rather than a worm, right in front of you is…
“Please don’t make this any worse than it is, Reader.”
A small seahorse, prostrated on the ground and somehow capable of breathing despite being very much above air. The gray ponytail and stubble around his snout was jarring, but there’s no mistaking the lifeline of red around his eye.
You let out the fourth-loudest laugh of your life, effectively wrecking Fulgur’s request before you even accepted it.
You cackle for some time until your side hurts and you tear up. Seahorse Fulgur levitates up to eye-level (somehow??) as you wipe your watery eyes. “Are you still mad…?”
“Mad?" You ask. "Why would I be mad?”
He hesitates. “The worm thing?”
It takes you a moment to remember the conversation you had almost exactly a week ago. You haven’t forgotten it nor how amused you were during it, but who’s to say the feeling was mutual?
Your lips press together. Did you misread the situation? “No, I wasn’t mad at all. It’s a silly question with silly answers.”
“Oh.” Fulgur sounds almost as small as his seahorse body, just the right size to cup your hands around him. Your fingers serve as a headrest. "Well, now I feel silly, too."
"It's okay, I don't mind. It was funny watching you get confused even if I didn't get an answer." You pat him on the head with a finger. "I'd still love you even if you were a seahorse, though."
Fulgur shuts his eyes. "You're making fun of me."
"A little."
"Would you let up if I answered the worm thing?"
"Maaaaybe." You pat him on the head again. "It doesn't matter now, we just need to find Legatus."
"Well, I would," Fulgur admits.
"Pardon?"
"Even if you're a worm," the seahorse says. He lays flat along your palm, yet his tail stretches out, wrapping around the edge of your thumb. Can seahorses blush?
You'd like to put that question to the test. "Full sentences, please, Fuu."
"I'd love you even if you were a worm," Fulgur says, and even with a snout and two beady eyes, you can just hear the way he presses his lips together and averts his gaze, dedicated to whenever he says it and all the courage he has to muster to be honest.
If he knew how he had you wrapped around his finger when he gets this shy he'd never let you hear the end of it, and still never be able to abuse that privilege. He's true to himself, even if it's at the expense of his pride.
So the urge to tease passes. Instead, you lift your hand up to your lips, press a kiss onto your fingers, and poke him gently on the side of his face. "Let's get you fixed up, Fuu."
"Please." His tail tightens around your thumb. "I'm afraid if we wait any longer I might give birth."
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