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Content warnings: Accidental injury / accident, Suffocation / breathing difficulty, Medical emergency, Body horror / transformation, Bloodless gore imagery, Strong language, Intense panic / fear
Summery: A late-night art studio hangout spirals into disaster when Icky Licky, accidentally spills a bucket of oil-based paint over himself. Since frogs breathe through their skin, the paint nearly suffocates him before Kayla, Simon, Maggie, Poe and Rabie manage to scrub it off with soap and warm water.
By morning, however, the accident reveals something stranger: Icky begins shedding his skin in dramatic sheets, unveiling a new form marked with black swirls and jagged stripes, as if the paint had imprinted itself into his very biology.
It started as nothing more than a dumb competition.
Kayla had been cleaning up the art studio after her late-night session, half-listening as Simon bragged about how he could paint better “if he wanted to,” while Rabie kept snapping selfies in front of the half-done canvases. Icky, restless as always, bounced around the room like a kid in a candy store, poking at brushes, dipping his fingers into leftover paint cups, smearing streaks onto spare scraps of paper.
“Don’t touch that,” Kayla warned, half-smiling as she lugged a bucket toward the sink. “That’s oil-based. It won’t come off your skin easy.”
Icky only grinned, his gold-striped fingertips already dotted with bright red.
“Pfft. C’mon, Kayla, I am art.” He spread his hands like he was showing off. “Living, breathing masterpiece.”
“Living and breathing through your skin, dumbass,” Poe muttered darkly from the corner, flipping through a book. They didn’t even look up, but there was sharpness in their voice. “Keep playing, and you’ll suffocate yourself.”
Icky rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue at them.
That’s when it happened. He tried to swing himself up onto a high stool, feet slipping on a splatter of paint water left on the floor. The stool tipped, and in his flailing attempt to catch himself, his hand slammed against the edge of a large paint bucket left open.
The whole thing went.
Thick black paint — glossy, tar-like acrylic meant for murals — cascaded forward in a wave and splashed up his body, drenching his chest, arms, and half his face.
The sound that ripped out of Icky wasn’t his usual playful squawk. It was a strangled, panicked wheeze.
“Shit!” Kayla dropped the bucket she was carrying, rushing to him. “Oh god—oh god no—”
Simon stood frozen for a beat, his bravado knocked out of him at the sight. Then he barked orders like he was on autopilot. “Don’t just stand there! Get water—NOW!”
Icky clawed at his skin, nails scraping uselessly against the thick paint. His chest heaved in shallow gasps, each breath tighter than the last. Frogs didn’t just breathe with lungs—they needed their skin free to absorb oxygen. Now that skin was sealed under a suffocating layer of synthetic plastic.
“Get it off me!” Icky choked, voice breaking. His movements turned frantic, dangerous, like he might tear at his own skin if it meant breathing again.
Poe was already moving, their usual cold detachment slipping just enough to show urgency. They grabbed the nearest jug of clean water and dumped it over Icky’s head, but the paint just streaked, smearing instead of rinsing away.
“Oil-based!” Kayla gasped, grabbing towels. “Water won’t—won’t work—” Her voice shook. She knew enough chemistry to recognize the problem: this wasn’t water-soluble paint.
Maggie shoved past the others, surprisingly steady. “Soap. Dish soap—anything that cuts oil.” She barreled toward the sink, ripping open cabinets.
Meanwhile, Icky’s breaths were turning into ragged gasps, his hands flailing blindly at the air as if he could claw oxygen from it. His bright eyes bulged, wild and wet.
“Stay with me, hermano!” Rabie cried, gripping his arm even as he thrashed. She was pale, panicked, her usual gossiping replaced by raw fear. “Don’t close your eyes, don’t you dare—”
Simon crouched down, trying to pin Icky’s arms so he wouldn’t hurt himself. His voice broke through the chaos like a whip: “LOOK AT ME. Breathe with your lungs, you hear me? Slow. In through your mouth. You’ve got lungs too. Use them!”
But Icky only shook his head violently, chest spasming as if his body refused to believe him.
Kayla was back with bottles of dish soap, slamming them on the floor and pouring straight onto Icky’s chest. Her small hands rubbed furiously, creating froth that loosened the slick black coating. Maggie returned with a bucket of warm water, dousing him again. Little by little, the thick paint broke into streaks, sliding away in greasy rivers.
The room smelled sharp—detergent, wet paint, fear-sweat.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Icky’s gasps slowed. His chest heaved with deep, desperate inhales. His body sagged against Simon’s arms, utterly spent.
Rabie slapped his shoulder with trembling hands. “Not funny, cabrón! You almost died!”
Poe exhaled shakily, running a hand over their face. “Idiot.” It came out softer than usual, almost… protective.
Kayla wiped her forehead, her hands streaked with suds and black stains. She looked like she’d just fought a war. “You scared the hell out of us.”
Icky leaned back against Simon’s chest, eyelids fluttering. “Mmm… not… my best idea…” His voice was faint, but the corner of his mouth twitched in a ghost of his usual grin.
Simon’s hand stayed on Icky’s shoulder longer than necessary. His jaw was tight, his usual arrogance cracked open just enough to show what was underneath: fear he’d almost lost one of his crew.
“Next time,” Simon muttered, voice rough, “you listen when someone tells you to stop screwing around.”
Icky just gave a weak thumbs-up before passing out, exhausted but alive.
For hours after the accident, Icky slept on the studio couch, wrapped in a blanket that smelled faintly of detergent and turpentine. His breathing had steadied, though every exhale rattled like damp paper. The others hovered nearby, too shaken to leave. Kayla kept rinsing black-streaked rags in the sink until her fingers were raw, while Simon paced the floor in tight, controlled strides, pretending he wasn’t checking Icky’s chest rise every few seconds.
It wasn’t until the next morning that the real change began.
Kayla was the first to notice. She’d stayed behind on the beanbag chair with a sketchbook in her lap, dozing and scribbling in turns. When Icky stirred, she reached instinctively for his arm — and froze.
The skin along his forearm looked… wrong.
At first, she thought it was leftover paint. But when she rubbed gently with her thumb, the blackened patch lifted, curling away like a thin film.
“Icky,” she whispered, her voice edged with unease. “Wake up. Something’s—something’s happening.”
He groaned, blinking groggily. “Mmm? Wha—” He tried to sit up, and that was when the skin on his shoulder cracked open in a jagged line.
The peeling spread quickly. Large flakes sloughed off, curling at the edges like dried glue. Beneath the dead layer, fresh skin gleamed damply. It wasn’t the smooth golden yellow they all knew. This time, bold black swirls and jagged stripes cut across the new surface, twisting over his collarbone, spiraling around his biceps, like ink poured straight into his body.
“¡Madre de Dios!” Rabie gasped, stumbling backward with wide eyes. “He’s—he’s molting.”
Poe leaned in, feathered brow furrowing. “Not just molting. Changing.” Their voice was low, skeptical, but tinged with fascination.
Icky sat there stunned, running his fingers over the flaking sheets on his chest. They came away with brittle fragments of old skin, paper-thin and weightless. His expression shifted from fear to awe, then to something like pride.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, a grin spreading. “I look badass.”
“Badass?” Simon’s voice was sharp, but it cracked under strain. He crouched in front of Icky, eyes locked on the raw patches still shedding. “You almost stopped breathing yesterday. And now—now your skin’s falling off like you’re a damn reptile!”
“Frogs shed,” Icky said defensively, but his tone wavered. He tugged a chunk free from his jawline and flicked it aside. “It’s normal.”
“Not like this,” Maggie cut in, arms crossed. Her sharp teeth worried her lower lip as she stared. “Patterns don’t just… rewrite themselves overnight.”
Kayla swallowed hard. Her artist’s mind couldn’t help but catalogue it: the jagged black slashes against gold, almost like tribal markings. They seemed to pulse faintly in the studio light, alive in a way paint could never be.
“Does it hurt?” she asked softly.
Icky shook his head, though his shoulders trembled. “Feels… weird. Like itching from the inside out.” He peeled another sheet off his chest, revealing a fresh streak of black spiraling over his sternum. His grin returned, wobbly but sincere. “Guess I’m… remixing myself.”
Rabie laughed nervously, but her eyes were wet. “Remixing? Idiota, you scared me so bad I thought I’d have to plan your funeral.”
Simon’s hand shot out, grabbing Icky’s wrist before he could peel more. His claws pressed just enough to stop him. “Don’t touch it. Not until we know if it’s safe.” His tone was commanding, but his grip shook faintly.
The room went quiet. Everyone watched as Icky’s old skin continued to slough off in curling sheets, littering the couch and floor. Beneath it, the golden-yellow frog they knew was gone, replaced by something darker, sharper, marked by black stripes and blotches like smoke scars.
Kayla finally whispered what they were all thinking:
“You’re… different now.”
Icky blinked at her, then spread his arms like he was presenting a masterpiece again — but his usual cocky grin faltered under the weight of the moment.
“Yeah,” he said, voice softer. “Guess I am.”
For the first time in his life, he didn’t sound like he was joking.
The afternoon was lazy, sunlight leaking in through the wide windows and painting the living room floor in golden shapes. Kayla was curled up in the corner of the couch with a bowl of mixed nuts on her lap. She cracked a pistachio with casual precision, popped it in her mouth, then absentmindedly grabbed a walnut to work on next. Her pencil and sketchpad rested nearby, half-forgotten.
Across from her, Simon sprawled in his usual dramatic way — his long legs dangling over the edge of the couch, tail lazily flicking against the rug, one arm draped over the backrest as if it was his personal throne. His phone was in his hand, scrolling through notifications with the faintest curl of irritation on his lips.
Kayla popped another almond in her mouth, then glanced at him. “You know,” she said around her chewing, “I’ve never seen you eat these.”
She held up the bowl and rattled it lightly, the sound of nuts clinking against glass. “These. Nuts, berries, grapes — little snack stuff. You never touch them. Not once.”
For a beat, Simon looked like he might come up with some grand, pretentious answer. Something like I’m above such peasant food or my refined palate only craves feasts fit for a king. His ego twitched in his grin. But instead, he groaned, dragging a hand down his face like she’d just called him out in front of millions.
“It’s not that I don’t like them,” he muttered finally. “It’s just…” His claws flexed against the cushion, sharp tips catching on the fabric. “…They’re too damn small.”
Kayla blinked, confused, then let out a laugh. “Too small?”
Simon sat up straighter now, defensive but leaning into it. “Look at these things, Kayla!” He jabbed a claw toward her bowl. “They’re pathetic. Tiny little rocks. I need, like—” he held his massive hands apart, fingers stretching — “a whole mountain of them before I even taste anything. Otherwise, I look like an idiot trying to pick up a pea with construction equipment.”
Kayla bit her lip to hold back her giggle as he pantomimed clumsy grabbing motions with his claws. “So, what, you’re saying almonds are beneath you?”
“I’m saying,” Simon growled, voice dropping into that pompous register he used on stream, “if the universe wanted me to eat almonds, it would’ve made them the size of apples. Or, I don’t know, engineered a pistachio the size of a steak. Then we’d be talking.”
Kayla laughed outright this time, tossing a peanut at his chest. It bounced off and fell into his lap. “Or maybe the universe just didn’t design snacks for ten-foot dragon boys.”
"It's twelve, thank you very much." He looked down at the lone peanut like it had personally insulted him. Slowly, he picked it up between two claws, exaggerating the effort. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, focused as if this was the most delicate operation of his life.
Simon scowled, then finally got it close enough to his mouth. He snapped it up, chewing with exaggerated gusto, then leaned back smugly. “See? Nailed it. Graceful as hell.”
Kayla raised an eyebrow. “Congrats. You ate… one peanut.”
“That’s all I needed,” Simon shot back, wiping his claws like he’d just slain a beast. “Proof of dominance. I win.”
Kayla laughed again, shaking her head. She popped a cashew into her mouth and nudged the bowl toward him. “You know, I could just make you a pile. Like a dragon hoard. A mountain of almonds. Then maybe it would be worth it for you.”
Simon’s grin sharpened, his pride instantly fed. “Now you’re talking my language. A proper feast. Bowls overflowing, like in those medieval paintings.” He leaned in closer, eyes glittering. “But only if you feed me. Otherwise, I’m not touching that pathetic little squirrel food.”
Kayla rolled her eyes, but her smile softened. She plucked another peanut, carefully balanced it on his lower lip like she was feeding a zoo animal, and waited.
Simon smirked, then snapped it up again with a quick flash of his teeth, sitting back with mock elegance. “Mmm. Delicious. Truly, you’ve outdone yourself, sweetheart.”
Kayla shook her head, laughing under her breath. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” Simon stretched back out across the couch, folding his arms behind his head with smug satisfaction, “you love me.”
Kayla just kept eating her nuts, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But her smile gave her away, and Simon, as always, caught it.
Unfortunatally I'm going to take my books on hiatus. Me and my team working on a sonic original comic and it take nearly all of our times. And we are still searching for new members to work with us...
Voice actors, illustrators, one person who will help us with the story/script editor, (the illustrators will be divided into a few people anyway, inker, penciler, colorist, layout artist, datafile artist), a few people interested in music and one more video editor. That would be great.
But if you think you can't do any of it, a like and sub would be great to show us your support also!
I already have all the links in my bio but here you go
You guys might notice that I've been a bit... inactive lately. I wanted to take some breather. I also needed to clear my mind a bit. I am gonna give you guys more content about Bullfrog and Rayman but I gotta say all my past fandoms hunting me down rn. Especially (idk if you notice) TROLLS. Now that we got a 3nd movie (they couldn't beat how the second was, my fav troll still being Trollex for some reason) but the music and soundtrack is amazing. I am trying to get over it already but don't forget that I've been in Sonic fandom for 7 years now. There are people waiting on me wattpad too lmao. I'll be having a bit more break and see where the flow is taking me. Until then, take care!
Scenerio: You and Bullfrog go on separate missions without informing each other, you both secretly attend the same party, switch clothes, and try to blend in so you can kill the same guy. Until you both finally noticed the other.
A/n: I couldn’t help myself. This idea stuck to me for a few days now. I was planing to write more but yeah… I am leaving this like this to you guys.
Hehehe, Jelly Bullfrog~
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Warnings: curses, alcohol, mention of killing of course, might be a bit suggestive :/
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
Bullfrog adjusted his tuxedo in front of the mirror. Why did he enter the party like this? He could find a way in and take advantage of a good moment. But there was too much risk. Someone might notice. And this man was better protected than he thought. He would have to look out for a moment when he was alone at this party. It was his only chance. His own home was much more sheltered. The only way was to join this party is like this. Of course, since he didn't have an invitation, he would enter this way. It made him feel a little lucky to have hybrids around... as waiters? Eh, not much of his liking but his own comfort was out of the question right now, he had to use what worked for him. He took a deep breath and placed the mask on his face. When he thought he looked decent, he came out of the restroom. He looked around carefully with the tray under his arm and left when he didn't see anyone. Okay, act normal. You are a waiter. You are a waiter. This is not a normal party either, of course it isn’t, he needs to look quite formal here.
The music getting louder and louder proved that he is going to the right place. He carefully adjusted the wrist of his right wrist, when he felt the sharp object a soft smile appeared on his lips, confirmed that it was still there, and continued forward. It was starting to get crowded around him. His eyes were carefully searching for his target.
When he finally saw him, he changed his path but stopped immediately. The waiters around him were distributing drinks. Those whose trays were empty went to get new ones. It would be very strange if he walked around empty handed like this. He immediately followed someone and went to get a few drinks on his tray himself. After a short while, he returned with a few glasses of drink. When he saw his target again, he moved towards him.
"Hey, you. Get me a bottle of red wine now."
He paused and turned towards the voice.
"What are you staring at? Go and get me one!"
"Of course, sir." He muttered and scoffed when he turned his back on him. He sighed this is gonna take longer then he liked.
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You laughed along with him at his jokes and sighed, "Oh, dear. I don't even remember laughing this much in my entire life!" You laid your head on his shoulder with the sweetest smile you could muster.
He wrapped his arm around you with vodka in his other hand, "Your smile is like a revelation to my ears. Let jokes be your slave, babe. As long as you ask, I will play all my cards on you from morning to evening." You muster everything in you to not roll your eyes at this.
Finally you were waiting for this moment, he was drunk too. Perfect moment. You used your most seductive look and voice, slowly turning to him and took your mask off, "Oh, really? I would love to hear more about those..." you traveled your hand on his chest and leaned to his face, "cards you can pull." You breathe out.
He bit his lip, definitely getting excited, "If so... let's get inside my room so I can show you all my tricks~" You can't believe how easy this was.
You grinned happily, you were nearly at the point of sitting on his lap. God, finally!
"Yes!" You acted giddily, bouncing on his legs as he grunted hungrily, holding your thighs tightly.
He smirked, "Mm, slow down a bit, dear. I want to order one more drink then I am all yours."
He put his finished glass down on the table, stealing a kiss from your neck.
You playfully sighed, "Mm, be quick. I can't wait for you~”
"Of course." He egoisticly responded.
He made a hand movement to one of the waiters nearby, not getting a response caused him to scoff, "Newbies." You heard him mutter. You laid your head on his chest to ease him up.
You notice him relax and speak up, the waiter must finally understand and approach like he asked. "Get me another vodka. The strongest we have. You want something sweetheart?" He softly muttered to you.
You hummed and gently sat up, thinking of an excuse, "No, thank you, I think I am good. The only thing that gets me drunk tonight can be you, honey~" You flirted, your eyes landing on the waiter that in front of you, the smile on your lips dulled. His honey colored eyes glaring deep into the man holding you.
The Fuck He Is Doing Here?!!
The man's cocky laugh seemed to be deafen to your eyes as his arms tighten around you. Bullfrog's eyes gazed over you only for a second. You knew him more than anyone. And you know for a fact that he was holding so much back from just killing him at that second. And throwing so many questions at you. He knew you were an agent. But you never told him you choose to lure your prey like this.
Getting inside a party as a waitress to kill his target? That's not much of his still either. Is he here to kill the same guy? Seems highly possible. You quickly cleared your head. You can talk to him about this later. Just finish your job first.
"Alright, bring me a vodka then we can go to my room."
You give one last glance at Bullfrog as your eyes meet. You both stared as if communicating through it. He sighed, hesitated and walked back. You smiled up at the man.
"Yes." You gently caressed his chest. "Will you excuse me a bit, please? I need to freshen up my makeup a bit for the night. Wait for me here, don't leave anywhere~"
He groaned and held you tighter, "Come on you are already good like this. Don't leave me now~"
You gently push him away, "Ah, come on. It won't take long. We are already going to your room after this~"
He finally accepted and let you go. You get up from his lap and send a kiss. You turned around and walked away. What an idiot.
Now, where is Bullfrog?
Before you can even start to search someone pulled you inside a restroom. You quickly get out of their grip but halted before you can start fighting.
"Oh god damn it. You scared the shit outta me." You heaved a sigh.
He quickly took his mask off, "What are you doing here with that guy?"
You scoffed, "Isn't it obvious? I am here to kill him."
He took a deep breath, "Yes, of course." He sighed, "A heads up would be nice..."
"No, you are right. Sorry about that..."
You muttered after a bit of silence, "So... we are here to kill the same guy?"
"Pretty much."
You smiled at him, "I already got him under my finger. It's easy to convince him to let you in also. Wanna kill him together?"
He breathed out a sarcastic laugh, "Yeah I can see that... there is nothing for me to do here it seems! S'il te plaît. Go and do your job, my job, madame. Freshen your pretty makeup and please go onward." He bowed. Something ached in your heart to see him like this. He was definitely upset. Maybe more than upset.
You sighed, "Come on, don't be like that.” You gently caressed his cheek, “I already said sorry. You know that I love you and only you, right? So, stop worrying. We don't have much time. Tell me, are you gonna follow along or not?"
He sighed, he is not gonna act childish about this, "Let's get this over with."
You gently grabbed his mask from his hand and placed it back on his face, you bit your lip, as he pressed his cheek to your warm hand, enjoying the kind touch, "Is anyone told you that you look so good in a suit." You gently fixed his tie.
He chuckled, "I heard lots of stuff today. But you are the first." He glanced up at you with a smirk.
You pulled him in by his tie, he didn't resist as you both leaned in for a hot kiss.
You break the kiss pressing your head to his, "... I am sorry. I should have told you everything. Will you be able to forgive me?"
"Je fais but only in one condition, I want to kill him myself." He smirked.
"I thought you weren't the revenge type of guy?" You laughed.
"I am not. I'm just doing my job."
You smiled, "I would like to watch you kill that asshole. Please go ahead. But first lemme freshen my makeup and you should go ahead and pick a drink." You walked towards the mirror with your bag.
He grumbled over the door, "Poisoning that guy would feel really good right now. It would be much easier too." He pouted.
"Too bad you don't have poison then." You smirked while doing your makeup.
"Why do I feel like you have one?" He raised a brow, smiling.
"Not at the moment." You informed with a smile, "Maybe for our next target~"
He laughed, "This never happened before. We both having the same target?" He hummed, "I hope we encounter this much more, I like it. Though a heads up from both sides next time?"
"Sounds good. We shall inform each other more often."
He chuckled and opened the door, "Bonne soirée, mademoiselle." And left you smiling.
Scenerio: You and Bullfrog go on separate missions without informing each other, you both secretly attend the same party, switch clothes, and try to blend in so you can kill the same guy. Until you both finally noticed the other.
A/n: I couldn’t help myself. This idea stuck to me for a few days now. I was planing to write more but yeah… I am leaving this like this to you guys.
Hehehe, Jelly Bullfrog~
Masterlist
Warnings: curses, alcohol, mention of killing of course, might be a bit suggestive :/ (this is a bit more lean to female reader so... heads up?)
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
Bullfrog adjusted his tuxedo in front of the mirror. Why did he enter the party like this? He could find a way in and take advantage of a good moment. But there was too much risk. Someone might notice. And this man was better protected than he thought. He would have to look out for a moment when he was alone at this party. It was his only chance. His own home was much more sheltered. The only way was to join this party is like this. Of course, since he didn't have an invitation, he would enter this way. It made him feel a little lucky to have hybrids around... as waiters? Eh, not much of his liking but his own comfort was out of the question right now, he had to use what worked for him. He took a deep breath and placed the mask on his face. When he thought he looked decent, he came out of the restroom. He looked around carefully with the tray under his arm and left when he didn't see anyone. Okay, act normal. You are a waiter. You are a waiter. This is not a normal party either, of course it isn’t, he needs to look quite formal here.
The music getting louder and louder proved that he is going to the right place. He carefully adjusted the wrist of his right wrist, when he felt the sharp object a soft smile appeared on his lips, confirmed that it was still there, and continued forward. It was starting to get crowded around him. His eyes were carefully searching for his target.
When he finally saw him, he changed his path but stopped immediately. The waiters around him were distributing drinks. Those whose trays were empty went to get new ones. It would be very strange if he walked around empty handed like this. He immediately followed someone and went to get a few drinks on his tray himself. After a short while, he returned with a few glasses of drink. When he saw his target again, he moved towards him.
"Hey, you. Get me a bottle of red wine now."
He paused and turned towards the voice.
"What are you staring at? Go and get me one!"
"Of course, sir." He muttered and scoffed when he turned his back on him. He sighed this is gonna take longer then he liked.
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You laughed along with him at his jokes and sighed, "Oh, dear. I don't even remember laughing this much in my entire life!" You laid your head on his shoulder with the sweetest smile you could muster.
He wrapped his arm around you with vodka in his other hand, "Your smile is like a revelation to my ears. Let jokes be your slave, babe. As long as you ask, I will play all my cards on you from morning to evening." You muster everything in you to not roll your eyes at this.
Finally you were waiting for this moment, he was drunk too. Perfect moment. You used your most seductive look and voice, slowly turning to him and took your mask off, "Oh, really? I would love to hear more about those..." you traveled your hand on his chest and leaned to his face, "cards you can pull." You breathe out.
He bit his lip, definitely getting excited, "If so... let's get inside my room so I can show you all my tricks~" You can't believe how easy this was.
You grinned happily, you were nearly at the point of sitting on his lap. God, finally!
"Yes!" You acted giddily, bouncing on his legs as he grunted hungrily, holding your thighs tightly.
He smirked, "Mm, slow down a bit, dear. I want to order one more drink then I am all yours."
He put his finished glass down on the table, stealing a kiss from your neck.
You playfully sighed, "Mm, be quick. I can't wait for you~”
"Of course." He egoisticly responded.
He made a hand movement to one of the waiters nearby, not getting a response caused him to scoff, "Newbies." You heard him mutter. You laid your head on his chest to ease him up.
You notice him relax and speak up, the waiter must finally understand and approach like he asked. "Get me another vodka. The strongest we have. You want something sweetheart?" He softly muttered to you.
You hummed and gently sat up, thinking of an excuse, "No, thank you, I think I am good. The only thing that gets me drunk tonight can be you, honey~" You flirted, your eyes landing on the waiter that in front of you, the smile on your lips dulled. His honey colored eyes glaring deep into the man holding you.
The Fuck He Is Doing Here?!!
The man's cocky laugh seemed to be deafen to your eyes as his arms tighten around you. Bullfrog's eyes gazed over you only for a second. You knew him more than anyone. And you know for a fact that he was holding so much back from just killing him at that second. And throwing so many questions at you. He knew you were an agent. But you never told him you choose to lure your prey like this.
Getting inside a party as a waitress to kill his target? That's not much of his still either. Is he here to kill the same guy? Seems highly possible. You quickly cleared your head. You can talk to him about this later. Just finish your job first.
"Alright, bring me a vodka then we can go to my room."
You give one last glance at Bullfrog as your eyes meet. You both stared as if communicating through it. He sighed, hesitated and walked back. You smiled up at the man.
"Yes." You gently caressed his chest. "Will you excuse me a bit, please? I need to freshen up my makeup a bit for the night. Wait for me here, don't leave anywhere~"
He groaned and held you tighter, "Come on you are already good like this. Don't leave me now~"
You gently push him away, "Ah, come on. It won't take long. We are already going to your room after this~"
He finally accepted and let you go. You get up from his lap and send a kiss. You turned around and walked away. What an idiot.
Now, where is Bullfrog?
Before you can even start to search someone pulled you inside a restroom. You quickly get out of their grip but halted before you can start fighting.
"Oh god damn it. You scared the shit outta me." You heaved a sigh.
He quickly took his mask off, "What are you doing here with that guy?"
You scoffed, "Isn't it obvious? I am here to kill him."
He took a deep breath, "Yes, of course." He sighed, "A heads up would be nice..."
"No, you are right. Sorry about that..."
You muttered after a bit of silence, "So... we are here to kill the same guy?"
"Pretty much."
You smiled at him, "I already got him under my finger. It's easy to convince him to let you in also. Wanna kill him together?"
He breathed out a sarcastic laugh, "Yeah I can see that... there is nothing for me to do here it seems! S'il te plaît. Go and do your job, my job, madame. Freshen your pretty makeup and please go onward." He bowed. Something ached in your heart to see him like this. He was definitely upset. Maybe more than upset.
You sighed, "Come on, don't be like that.” You gently caressed his cheek, “I already said sorry. You know that I love you and only you, right? So, stop worrying. We don't have much time. Tell me, are you gonna follow along or not?"
He sighed, he is not gonna act childish about this, "Let's get this over with."
You gently grabbed his mask from his hand and placed it back on his face, you bit your lip, as he pressed his cheek to your warm hand, enjoying the kind touch, "Is anyone told you that you look so good in a suit." You gently fixed his tie.
He chuckled, "I heard lots of stuff today. But you are the first." He glanced up at you with a smirk.
You pulled him in by his tie, he didn't resist as you both leaned in for a hot kiss.
You break the kiss pressing your head to his, "... I am sorry. I should have told you everything. Will you be able to forgive me?"
"Je fais but only in one condition, I want to kill him myself." He smirked.
"I thought you weren't the revenge type of guy?" You laughed.
"I am not. I'm just doing my job."
You smiled, "I would like to watch you kill that asshole. Please go ahead. But first lemme freshen my makeup and you should go ahead and pick a drink." You walked towards the mirror with your bag.
He grumbled over the door, "Poisoning that guy would feel really good right now. It would be much easier too." He pouted.
"Too bad you don't have poison then." You smirked while doing your makeup.
"Why do I feel like you have one?" He raised a brow, smiling.
"Not at the moment." You informed with a smile, "Maybe for our next target~"
He laughed, "This never happened before. We both having the same target?" He hummed, "I hope we encounter this much more, I like it. Though a heads up from both sides next time?"
"Sounds good. We shall inform each other more often."
He chuckled and opened the door, "Bonne soirée, mademoiselle." And left you smiling.
So I decided to make a bloopers to celebrate 300 followers :)
I thought and was like why would I choose one fic to write bloopers about so I am gonna write all my Bullfrog and Rayman fic’s bloopers (But because there is a lot published I can’t do a lot for one fic)
Lemme write for Rayman first because he has less Qwq (I will leave a link to -nearly- every bloopers I’ll write so if you guys don’t remember/didn’t read yet you can go and see)
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
Stary Night
“You are over one hundred?”
“Cut! You didn’t sound too shocked let’s do it again!”
“Why didn’t you sound too shocked Y/N?”
“It’s not too surprising you old man.”
“Hey!”
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He quickly sit up with the most arrogant, playful grin you ever saw him wearing, “Ahhh, I know. I get it. It’s me isn’t it?”
You burst into laughing, “Holy shit, what? You?! No way!” You chocked between your laughing fit, hitting his side playfully.
“Shit!” He yelped, losing his balance and falling off of the tree. You freaked out, crawling to the edge, “Rayman!!?”
A painful muffled moan come from him, “..am fine….”
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On The Run
You two run for your dear little lives, meantime trying to escape the spears throwing at you two, only for you to lose your balance and face plan on the ground, a few spears falling on you causing you to grunt in pain. Everyone stopping their act and start to snicker. Rayman comes to your side laughing, “Run, Y/n! Run! They are coming to get our asses!"
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You scoffed turning to him, you can finally question him. But you halted seeing him strugle. "What are you doing?"
He turned to you, "Oh nothing it's just--" he pull out a rose under him and smirked, "This is for you."
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He was inviding your space, "Are we about to kiss?"
You smack him on the head, "Tell the lines right! We've been trying to take this scene for an hour!"
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"You okay?" Rayman glanced back.
You were struggling inside the cauldron, "Shit I am sorry, I can't feel the ground under my feet—" accidently pulling Rayman with you as you two were tied together. You both loose your balance falling together with the cauldron, "Fuck!"
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Fruits (suggestive warning)
"Well, yes, but it's mostly because... uh... fuck I forget my line." Rayman groaned
"Again? Really?"
"What?"
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The camera lands on the two kissing agressivly. The two soon loose balance and fall.
"What the--"
"We Are Practicing Kissing!!"
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"Should we measure our hands?"
"Why?... oh, fuck, wait!"
"You idiot. Tell your lines right for once!" You sobbed
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He dipped you down, "Oh god you are heavy." He wheezed out jokingly. "Slipping! We are falling!" He yelled teasingly.
"No,no,no,no,no,no! RAYMAN!"
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Hotel
Playing with his clothes as if they are suffocating him, "God, I don't like these clothes at all. They are so tight."
"Shut up and play along." You scoffed
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You were about to slap him to wake up. “WAKE UP BITCH” and you just did that
“AH! HEY! THAT FUCKING HURT—”
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You shake him outside of the plane, the cold didn’t seemed to faze him, “Fuck, He actually slept? Again?”
You glanced around and smirked mischievously, letting him go off of the plane. “Heh.”
You heard him groan in pain as he face planted on the cold concrete, “Fucking… traitor…”
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“Light! It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you— What are you both doing?” He paused walking over the view of the camera as he stared at you and Rayman’s dance
“JOIN THE CULT FROG—“
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It’s Bullfrog’s turn!
Rooftop Talks
You notice he pulled out a can of juice. He took its straw and dipped it into the box, “Wants some?”
“Sure.” You leaned in for a sip. After a long sip you let it go with a sigh. Bullfrog poked his tongue out trying to get the straw in his own mouth and sips on it with a happy hum.
Someone from the background snickered, “You know that you two technically kissed right?”
You flushed, “Shut the fuck up.”
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He took its straw and dipped it into the box, “Wants some?”
"Sure.” You leaned in for a sip. After a long sip you let it go coughing, "Ah fuck." You chocked loudly.
"Oh shit."
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Don’t Leave
You are carrying Bullfrog on your back as he wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly.
“Mm you are so warm.”
You wheezed, “bullfrog…can’t breath..”
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Bullfrog covered in fake blood, he dips his hands inside the pail full of them, and flap his hands around, “Blood. Bleh. Bleh. For you and for you, mes amis. Je vomis du sang.”
You wheezed on the hall.
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You accidentally hit his head on the door while carrying him inside. He hissed in pain and you panic.
“HOLY SHIT. I AM SO SORRY—“
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Hibernation
You two roll around on top of each other fighting. You were nearly able to escape and get up from the ground but he jumped on top of you like a basketball player with a huge snowball on his hands, hitting you right in the head. “REVENGEEEE” You both fell on the snow, he on top of you as he laughed. You screamed in fright as he held you hostage under the snow. “YOU WANTED NEIGE. THERE YOU HAVE IT—“
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Bullfrog seemed to choose to run away.
“FUCK—“ He slipped and fell on his butt.
“Holy shit.”
He laughed, “I am so sorry! One more time, s’il te plaît!”
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He grabbed your arm, “Let’s go!”
He pulled you causing you to lose your balance and drop your drink, he fell along with you “Shit.”
You two laughed.
“I am sorry!” He yelled, “We have to took this scene again!”
“Please, my arm gonna pull off—“ You choked out.
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“Hey, Bullfrog where are you going?”
He said his line and waited for you to shoot him with a snowball but he burst out laughing to see you miss him. Again.
You laughed falling on your knees, “NOO, THAT WAS MY LAST STRENGTH. WE ARE TRYING THIS FOR AN HOUR. WHY AM I MISSING YOU EVERYTIMEEEE!!!”
He fell on his side wheezing. “Want- want some break?” He choked out.
“Please.” You sobbed. “I can’t feel my feet and hands in this snow!”
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You read the script as it is written, “Dors avec moi. How am I pronouncing this?”
Bullfrog, “Okay say. Doğ-avek-moa”
“Dogh avek moaa- what?”
He snickered, “Haha okay— Repeat after me. Doğ-“
“Doghh?”
“Avek.”
“Aveyk?”
“Moa.”
“Mua?”
“Dors avec moi.”
“Ddohhhhh…. Can you repeat again? A bit more slow this time. Please….”
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Assurance
You glance up from the chair you are sitting in the balcony, to see a movement “FUCK!” You jump on your seat in fright to see Bullfrog, not expecting him.
He quickly apologized with a concern and amused face as you gripped your chest and took deep breaths.
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“We are going to watch the sun ri—?“ He paused with a buzzing nose. He pouted and shoo the fly away. “Tu dois être en train de me baiser en ce moment. Une mouche?” He grumbld to himself as you laugh.
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"You are so beautiful just by being you, and you are so fascinating just by being you. Among all the people I know, you easily stand out, with your stance, the way you speak, your thoughts and—“ You suddenly sneezed in the middle of his speech and then turn to him like nothing happened. You two stared.
Then laugh.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry” you wheezed out
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Enemies
He pinned you to the ground, you two both breathless. And then you couldn’t hold back your laugh, “I am so sorry.” He laughed along with you letting you go.
He sit next to you, “mon Dieu…”
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“Halt and raise your havavazghh FUCK!”
Bullfrog snorted at that.
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“Leave me alone, madame, Its- I’m no—“ He choked on his breath, “baise, water?—” He choked loudly.
“Shit! He is dying!!”
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“I always wanted to die as a hero.” The moment you two glance at each other’s eyes you burst out laughing.
He wheezed, “This is one of those moments! I have no clue why I am laughing!”
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You pressed him on the ground with a growl.
He bit his lip. “Wow” He didn’t even said anything and you start to laugh just by his expression.
“Fuck no.” You let him go as you two laughed.
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Drunk
“Shh you are so loud.” You pressed your finger over his lips, he couldn’t stop himself from coughing out a laugh. You both stood on the door snickering.
You wheezed, “I am so sorry. I can’t play like this.”
“Let’s do it again.”
“Ookay okay…”
You pressed your lips into a thin line trying to suppress yourself, though it didn’t work much as you both start to laugh again.
“FUCK”
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He tries to help you walk only for you to lean all your weight on him disturbing his balance, you both fall on the ground laughing.
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He sighed with your inaudible whining. He flushed even more with you leave little kisses over his face. Soon your lips find his, “Kiss me frog and turn me into a princess/prince.”
He wheezed out, “Isn’t that suppose to happen the other way?!”
A/n: Okay, I couldn't help myself and write this down. I've been thinking about this idea for a while now. I've been not going to any airports for such a long time, forvgive me if I made a mistake. This is not the special for 300 followers so you know~👀
I am sorry if there is any typo mistakes. I wrote the end in a rush 😭
Summery; You and Rayman trying to go to your arranged hotel peacfully.
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Hotel
"We are sorry but you can't go through unless you show us a proof that you are infact his manager. Rayman doesn't seem to be very aware of your presence either. If you are lying--"
You growled, "What do you mean I can't go through?! Didn't I just tell you that I was Rayman's manager?" You were angry alright. You could see Rayman from your point against the few guards in front of you. He was surrounded by young kids. My god. Why would there be so many children at the airport at this hour anyway? Now how were you going to convince these fuckers? You didn't want to have to deal with these jerks in the middle of the airport with a bunch of luggage. It was too late at night for that.
"I'm not lying! I can't find my cards and information, they must be in Rayman's bag. At least let me call out to him-" you were stopped by them once again. Normally this wouldn't be such a problem, but you were experiencing this because they found a few... unapproved items on you. To be more specific, weapons. They slowly advanced towards you, making clear their guns precence to you. They weren't pointing it at you... yet. You frowned. It was a warning.
You glared and slowly spoke for them in your own warning tone, calmly stepping back and slightly raising your hands in the air, "I'm his bodyguard. Okay? That's why I keep them with me. At all times. You never know... what might happen any moment." You didn't want to cause a scene here right now. You reminded yourself that you are in the middle of an airport with a lot of bystanders and especially children around you.
"A second ago, you said you were a manager. When did that change? I'm sorry, but I think you're just trying to get out of trouble, but that won't work. We have no reason to believe you. Now come with us without making a scene." You were trying so hard for this right now.
"I'm doing both! I'm telling the truth. Just lemme--" You couldn't keep your calm any longer as they were coming towards you like a truck, and you wouldn't stood still staring like a deer, you couldn't do that. There was a great injustice here and you were definitely can't stand it. You called out to Rayman one last time before you could do anything wrong. If he didn't have your phone, you would have called him already. "RAYMAN, COME HERE Damn it!" you shouted but in vain, it was impossible for him to hear your voice over all the noise, you just hoped he would notice your absence. Right away.
Luckily, Rayman finally managed to notice your absence before security could do anything. You might have laughed if you weren't so tired at the look on his face when his eyes caught your figure. You gestured for him to come here immediately. Now. He looked so scared by your expression that you could have laughed at that. He ran over to you as he apologized to the kids, "Hey, hey! They're with me!" He quickly took out his card and showed it to them with a polite smile.
You rolled your eyes when they were finally convinced to let you in. Rayman helped you carry the luggages. He apologized to you several times as you stared ahead listlessly.
"I thougt you were right behind me! I forget that I was the one carrying your cards! I am really sorry."
You huffed in defeat, "No, it's fine, kids come first." You chuckled tiredly, "It was my fault I should have been the one carrying them in the first place. Whatever let's just catch the plane before they leave without us." You glance at your wrist. "We are only minutes away, god those fuckers took all our time. I suggest we start running." And you did just that, alerting Rayman along with it.
He start running along with you, "Hey, no need to rush Mr/Miss OCPD! We can always buy tickets for another one for today."
"Today? You mean tomorrow?" You scoffed. It was nearly midnight. "I don't want to stay up all night. It's already too late, let's just go. Also I don't have a Obsessive whatever personality disorder, I am just punctual. All my jobs are planned and need to be in time. Especially yours! Do you know how much pain in the ass would be for me if you miss something?! God, Eden would kill me." It's not even like they pay you good for your every success. It wasn't yours it was his success.
He was out of breath from the long, fast, non-stop run, as if you were going to get a reward at the end of it, but he still let out a laugh. But you were going to do whatever it took to get the job done, "Sure. You are a people-pleaser--" he start counting as you rolled your eyes.
"Look who is talking."
"You have Anxiety, obsession, probably dyspraxia too."
"Okay now you are going too far, you jerk. I am completaly a normal person trying to live a normal life. How normal it could be as long as I am stuck with you Mr. Rayman. The man who sheds light in the darkness."
"I'm taking this as a compliment."
The two of you were finally able to board the plane before it took off. You wanted to say that you could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but your clumsiness didn't quite allow it and continued to be a pain in the ass for you.
"You should be happy that we got the best seats. Because I am! Do you think we could see some nice view when we are up above? I heard the weather will be clear tonight." He daydreamed as he looked outside of the window with the biggest grin you ever saw on him.
"Yeah, sure whatever." You grumbled as you tried to push your suitcase into the compartment above your seat. You were obviously struggling but eventually managed to get it inside and quickly closed the compartment with anger and impatience. And finally sat down next to Rayman with a sigh, you can relax a bit now. Your body ached from all the things you were carrying and running around so much causing your frown to deepend.
You give a real remark to his previous statement, "How nice of Eden to be such a gentleman and give us the money for two tickets first-class plane. Unlike the last time..." You scoffed.
Finally deciding to look at you, he took his eyes off the window and turned to you, already aware of your discomfort and exhaustion and hoping to finally address it gently, muttering, "Hey, how about you relax a bit? We've got a four-hour flight. Sleep could do you good. You look like you've been up all night for three days straight. You're much crankier than usual. And you definitely need makeup. For your under eyes." He nervously eyed you.
You rolled your eyes at that, suppressing a sudden yawn appeared in your chest at the mention of sleep, "What a coincidence. How did you know? I've been working and writing non-stop for three days. Trying to get your work done."
He turned to you with a warm smile and a bit of embarrassment, "Hey, you're a lifesaver, okay? But I'm serious. Sleep. I'll wake you up when we land. Don't worry about me or yourself. If anyone tries anything, I have something up my sleeve too." He whispered with a grin and whinked.
"How reassuring. But you're right. I really need some sleep." You needed to gather your strength and mind for tomorrow. You couldn't be this anxious and stressed. Nor this lose and tired. You sighed in defeat and turned onto your side. He didn't say anything and you didn't need to hear any more.
You've been working all your life to get what you want to be like the majority. You always wanted to be able to make a change for the world. Working with Eden wasn't your biggest dream, in fact, quite the opposite. You hated them. But you had no choice. And you were forced to do this. But if it would make a difference, you would even be willing to die. You followed Rayman wherever he went, in a way you became his bodyguard. It didn't take long for you to receive that title from Eden. It had become official, and frankly, it made your job a lot easier. The fact that you knew how to fight was a bonus to them and a reason to use you. But after meeting Rayman and becoming his manager, something changed... He always manages to get into trouble, even if you don't know how, but you were always there to save him. Physically, of course. He already knew how to verbally get himself out of shit. At least that's what you hoped for. Even though some of his words might cause fights in some places... you finally know he doesn't meant to. You knew how much of a trouble Eden could be. So much so that sometimes Rayman needed you not just as a bodyguard or a manager, but as a friend... Rayman needed you to be there... he needed you to support him. He was needy, isolated, manipulated. And you are not saying any of this to insult him. Before that, you didn't realize he was actually innocent... and you continued to remain cold and distant, but he was always innocent, to say the least. You decided to be there for him after learning that. You don’t know why you decided on that. Maybe it was conscience. Or the unfair threatment he is having. Your sense of justice did not allow this. You wanted to help so badly. Even if it means throwing away your job. Yes, you've come to that point. You couldn't believe it yourself either. You saw the real him. Not the person on TV who lies and smiles through his teeth, the face Eden shows. He was defenseless behind the walls he built himself, he was being victimized and used by the company he worked for, even though he had little knowledge and was unaware of it. He was made to believe that what he was doing was a good thing, he was made to believe that he was saved, he put up with what Eden did to him for the sake of the children and for peace. He had no one to call his real friend, damn it! You would have wanted to fill that out, but... the only part you were allowed to do was keep him safe and pass on information. And nothing else.
You slept deeply and surprisingly restfully for the four hours until the plane landed. You woke up soundly asleep without anyone even having to wake you up, which surprised you. Normally this would never happen, especially in a place where you sleep outside of your bed. You were a light sleeper too. So it was normal while you wake up while landing but Rayman didn't woke you up? After yawning a little, you were about to get up to get your suitcase when you notice the weight on your shoulder and glance at your side. Your lips turned into a soft smile upon noticing Rayman was sleeping sound asleep, leaning against you, in a deep slumber.
You couldn't help but giggle, "And here I was hoping you'd stay awake the whole flight. Who am I kidding? Rayman and not sleeping?" How were you going to wake him up now? He's a really heavy sleeper. Your experiences speak for you right now. It's almost impossible to wake him up. Actually you have to but do you want to? He looked really relaxed and happy. Ah, come on he always looks like that! Just wake him up! But... something about that soft smile plastered on his lips telling you this was a real smile unlike the ones he seems to wear on his face all the time. Especially in front of the camera.
You pouted, this is your job and the two of you can't stay on this plane all day… besides, Rayman can sleep at the hotel Eden arranged for you two. Also, you didn't want to be late for your meeting...
You nudge his side. You knew a little nudge won't help him but you started of slow and gentle. You were in a good mood today. "Hey, Ray Ray." You whispered, calling out his nickname. You pushed his head on the other side and turn to him, "Ray! Wake up!" You hold onto hid hand and shook them, "Ray, Rayman! Wake up!!" You get up starting to shook his body, "This isn't sleeping you idiot! This is dying! COME ON! WAKE UP!" You grabbed his clothes and jolt him a few times, you were up infront of him by now, with all your might you continued, "Come on! We landed! Wake up, we need to go! You can sleep later!" You were about to slap him, "If you don't wake up right now I'll throw you off of the fucking plane!" He grumbled a few words hard to understand causing you to halt and lower your hand on his chest once again gripping his clothes. He was still asleep.
You fucking ask for that. You groaned as you wrapped your arms around his body and lifted him up. "God, you're a lot heavier than you look." You huffed and start to carry him towards the exit of the plane.
"I'm fucking throwing you out." You weren't actually gonna do that. You were hoping he would wake up as cold fresh air of the night swarm him. Almost all passengers on the plane had disembarked. The rest were still looking at you strangely because of what had just happened. You didn't pay any attention to them and continued on your way. Even the way you carried Rayman was weird. But how else were you going to carry him when half of the man didn't... exist? His arms and legs were nope, and the only place you could hold on to was his chest. His feet and hands were almost rubbing on the ground. He was still asleep with his head on your shoulder. Oh my god.
When you finally reached the door, you barely lifted him into the air and held him out against the night wind. Even you were cold when you realized he was shivering, he whined a few times and winced. He muttered something about him awoke and rubbed his eyes. Of course you didn't believe that, "If you don't really wake up right now, I'll let you go, don't test my patience. You'll fall down the stairs. My arms are already torn off. Lose some weight."
He grumbled, voice horse from just waking up, it was clear four hours wasn't excatly enough to satisfy his tired body, "You lose some. I am perfectly fine, thank you. You are heavier than I am." He pouted sleepily. "Also... Please put me down my butt is freezing here."
You muttered, "Your ass is freezing because of you."
You scoffed and do as he wished, sighing in relief when you got your aching arms back, massaging them gently, you couldn't hold yourself back from talking further, "We are nearly at the same weight. But you are half of my height. You are fucking heavhy. How dare you can insult me? You are a pain in the ass to wake up! Why I have to be the one to suffer everytime!? Pray that I am in a good mood today or you've been on the cold concrate with a terrible headache."
"You love me too much for that. You wouldn't do that to your favorite... would you?" He hesitate.
While the hostess watch you both argue back and forth like married couples, she couldn't help but smiled at your relationship. You were finally able to wake him up and gather your belongies, finding a taxi and finally on your way to your arranged hotel. Thank god.
While on your way you did everything in your power to not let him fall asleep again. Him grumbling everytime he was woken up before he could sleep on your shoulder.
"I am not gonna carry all that suitcase myself."
"I am not sleeping." He grumbled.
And he fall asleep afterwas. You will gonna rub that in his face later. When you finally arrived at the hotel, luckily the taxi driver was a kind person and helped you carry your belongings. Rayman was still sleeping on the bed you carried to his room while you pay the driver. After closing the door you took a deep breath and sat on the bed. Finally, you can breath a little. Sun already risen, it’s 8 in the morning. Four hours passed, huh? You had still time until your arranged meeting… You pondered to yourself. You watched him sleep a bit, the way he calmly breathed, his chest slowly rising and falling, his blonde locks of hair covering his eyes. He looked so serene.
You get up and reached towards the door. Giving a final glance at the soundly asleep boss of yours, you get out of his room. You already left all his suitcases in his room. He can do whatever he wants with then when he wakes up. You both gonna stay two weeks in there. Reporting things and such. Whatever Rayman does. You heard there is a beach nearby too. Though it was too cold to swim. You are sure Eden especially choose this time around on purpose. Just to tease you two. Those fuckers.
You went past your own room and went straight ahead for the elevator and pressed the top floor. You want to see the view.
After a bit of wait the doors opened with a ding. You walked in the penthouse, glancing around, observing the nice view with a deep happy sigh.
You closed your eyes with a smile. But it faded quickly, you gripped the earphone between your two fingers. You sighed with a thoughtful expression, putting it in your ear and pressed it on, calling for the only contact inside. Before you could even open your mouth, a very familiar voice quickly answered from the other side. "Light. It's been so long since I've heard from you! Honestly, it's good to see you're calling. Do you have something to report?" Light... that was your code name.
"Bullfrog." You greeted back, "Actually no... This time... I need to talk to you... like a friend."
You waited for him to say something. Hearing a few gunshot and a grunt from him your expression soured, "Fuck, was this a bad time?"
"Non, non, not at all. Just gimme a sec."
You waited a few minutes for him. You heard him fight with a few armed people. He heaved a sigh, "I would like to talk also, mon ami. What's up?"
You sighed, "It's about our mission... I can't... I can't do this to him. I want to tell him--"
"If you do you would risk our mission." He sounded serious but you are too.
You chuckled, "Aren't we always under heavhy danger?"
"I always trust your instincts you know that. But you actually believe he could change just so you said so? He believes he is doing good."
"I know. Don't worry, I am not gonna do anything that can risk the mission or us. I just need a right moment. I know we can able to get him to our side." You knew Bullfrog didn't actually believe what you said.
You heard him sigh, you knew he wanted to argue about that, he only softly speak up a few words, "I find it hard, mon ami. Just be more carifull." You heard more gun shots on his side. "I need to go. We'll talk more about this later. You just continue observing." You were an agent after all.
"You want to meet?"
"That's too risky. Just wait for my call."
"Alright. Try to stay alive until then."
"You too, prends soin de toi." He closed the call.
You took a deep breath and took your earphone off. You just need to wait the right time.
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
You couldn't stop your giggling, you tried to take your house keys out of your pocket. The keys fell from your pocket with a loud jingle. You bent down to pick them up, you couldn't get up and fell to the ground. You couldn't control your laughter anymore. God, you couldn't even stand on your feet, hahaha!
Laughing, you crawled and reached for the door handle, pushing the key in the tiny hole, everytime failing. Of course, you couldn't get it right with your unstable vision. But somehow the door opened and a pair of arms wrapped around you. You smiled and returned the nice gently hug with a happy sigh as the arms wrapped around you tightly.
An anxious voice called out to you, "You are here thank god! Everything okay?! Why did it take you so long to come? Where have you been? Are you okay? I was about to go look for you! J'étais effrayé!"
You chuchkled with the familar voice babbling, you couldn't quite catch what he means excatly but you didn't understand why he was worried, you pressed your finger on his lips sushing him, "Shhh, you are so loud." You breath out goggling. He stepped back confuse with a frown plastered on his face, holding your face in his hands, tilting your head to sides observing your figure.
"Why are you laughing?" He sighed. "Oh god, please, don't tell me they drugged you." He panicked.
"You're really funny." You slurred out and snickered booping his nose. "I drank all night myself!" You reach out once again hugging his figure, rubbing your face on his chest giddily like a little kid.
He paused with that, then sighed, a bit dissapointed, "So, you did. Nous parlerons de tout ça quand ton mal de tête s'améliorera demain." He muttered to himself.
You mumbled, "Why do you talk like that?"
He ignored that, "Come on, let's get you inside. You must be cold." You didn't rejected his offer and he helped you stand up, holding your arms tightly, making sure you didn't fall, and led you into the living room, helping you to sat on the couch without any trouble. Unexpectedly you didn't let him go as you laid down causing him to yelp and slip, falling on you.
He sttutered your name out, "You need to let me go now, I am gonna go get some ice. You--"
"Nooooo!" You whined and hold onto him.
He chuchkled with that, "Come on, ma lumière. Let me go." He gently pleaded with you not using any force.
You shook your head and pressed your head on his chest, "I don't want ice. It's cold. I want you."
He flushed with that, it was silly, you didn't know what you are actually saying, "Fine. No ice." He wrapped his arms around you, "At least can I get in a more comfortable postition?... Non? Okay..." He couldn't help but smile at your flushed cheeks and nose. You looked cute like that. He laid his head on top of yours, gently caressing your head. He wasn't expecting you to actually caught him prisoner in your arms and wrap your legs around him. He wrapped his arms around you in surrender. He grunted when you turn on your side tightening your grip a bit then lossining it.
"If you are gonna fall asleep at least go and sleep on your bed. It's more comfortable--" He sighed with your unaudable whining. He flushed even more with you leave little kisses over his face. He melted in them soon enough, resisting not gonna do it.
He sighed, "D'accord. Alors dormons ici." He mumbled with a soft smile. His wrapped arms around you tightens.
Not a request but like i've been kinda thinking on making my own fanfic of reader x bullfrog (since i got inspired by you and all that :D) but my issue is that.. what if i end up making it terrible? like i was thinking of making it a AU with different stuff in it based on another cyberpunk series i like, and i'm not sure if i'd do the characters justice so... any tips or something?
Whatever you will do. It will be amazing. Because it will be yours. And you can only write that. It's true, it will always has it's own mistakes. Someone might point out and you will work to get it better. Nothing wrong with that. You will improve yourself as you continue reading and writing. Nothing is perfect. Nothing. You can only work to give your best. And that's enough. Be patient and give it all you got. That's enough to make it your perfect. The perfect you now will inspire the perfect you next. You will improve. And you might not like what the story you write the last or right now. That's okay. But little you would be amazed. Do not stop. Because if you do. You will never come to the point you always imagine yourself at
I don't know what tips I can give you or what you expect from me, but I can tell you this... the cliches only work out good enough if you now how to write it :)
For me? Making an Au (or whatever you are doing) is a really cool idea. I don't know what/who you gonna add but it sounds nice enough, nothing wrong with adding people you like or places (sorry if I understand it wrong). If you publish it would you tell me? I would love to read it!
For that tip you want I can tell you this... don't make their existence too obvious. Like river you can't hold back the ideas (they multiply exponentially), mixtures will happen, just let them flow out ;) (you have to let them flow out somewhere anyway... Don't forget all ideas have to be good. But for some... you can't share with anyone and don't.)
Anon: Hi! I looked up and saw that you're writing for Bullfrog from Captain Laserhawk! Can I request an enemies to lovers oneshot with bullfrog, Like the reader is working with the government of Eden so they're against them. And they are fighting in a roof and in a moment they stare in each other's eyes before the reader jumps away flustered. Can you keep it as Gender-natural/female? Sorry if it's confusing (English is not my first language-), you can ignore this if you want :)
A/N: Aww, an enemies to lovers one-shot? Cool. But it's a really big deal to write because of the concept and build up so... I dunno if I can work with this scenerio in one go lol. I'll try to work it out for you :)
This also might not be what you asked for. But I like it 0w0. Hope you will too!
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
Do you know what it means to come face to face with death? Or how dangerous is a moment of distraction?
The dead bodies of their friends lay along the corridor. There was no one around, just you and him. It was as if time had stopped for the two of you. You were alert, you were tense. Your gun was pointed right at him. You were both waiting for the other one's move. Yes... but why aren't you moving yet? You can shoot straight his head. Easy kill... But you saw what he was capable of with your own eyes. He can literally doge bullets. But he looks a bit tired with how heavily he brraths... Maybe you have a chance to get him this time. But... why hasn't he moved yet? Maybe he was waiting for the same reason as you. Which you don't know what.
Your eyes were on his honey colored ones, what was surprising was that there was no hatred or aggression. He was just doing his job, like you. But you could sense the hatred towards Eden underneath his hidden emotions and expressions, like burning flames of fire.
Just for a second, just a second, you were distracted by the voices of other soldiers behind you. This shouldn't happened. But you did, when you turned your eyes back to him again, you were face to face, your eyes widen. He was so close you could see his blade glisten in the light, you could feel his heavhy breathing, mere seconds before you are sliced under his blades like nothing just like them. Oh, no, you are not going to die today. You refuse. Especially against him. You acted in an unexpected manner maybe instincs or maybe just hate and held your hand up so the knife could stab your hand instead of your head. You both lost your balance and fell to the ground. Unfortunatally you lost the grip of your gun, it scattered away.
You grunt, gritting your teeth, stubborn to not show any weakness. His knife forced even deeper in your palm. He was on top of you, gaving him the upper hand, but not today you refused to die. He tried to apply more pressure and force the knife in your throat, but you didn't let him and force back. You didn't even want to talk about how much it hurted. How much it damaged your ego. He only pressure one hand to cause you to fall? Only in one move? While you were trying to push him with both hands? You can't let this happen. You didn't care about the blood flowing from your hand to your chest. Neither of you took your eyes off each other even for a second. Yours full of venom. And his... had something you can't quite put your finger on. You didn't cared at the moment anyway.
He raised the knife in his other hand and tried to stab you once again head again. Is all the assassins this stubborn to kill? You blocked it with your other hand, you held it in a scream. Blood was flowing from both of your hands and to the ground, his bloody knives almost pressing on your skin. You were pushing him with all the energy you could muster, but you were losing. In that moment his knifes pressed dangeriously close to your skin, hou saw something in his eyes, it flashed only for a second. Sadness? Sympathy? Regret? You didn't know, but it left as quickly as it came.
But something happend you were quite confuse about... he stopped trying to force his blades in. But he didn't stop using pressure to let you escape. "You are a good opponent, madame. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi. But I need to do my job."
With his words your face hardened. You spatted out, hatred boiling inside you, "I'll drag you to deepest pits of hell with me."
He seemed caught of guard but not too surprised with what you said. He couldn't help but slip a sad smile. But before he could do anything else, his attention forcefully pulled at your fellow soldiers that came crashing in and opened fire. His expression changed to something you can finally understand. Something serious, with a bit of an annoyance and exhustion. You can still see his sharp and focused eyes staring dagres at your probably soon gonna be corpe friends.
You tried to not scream in pain as he pulled his knives off of your hands. By the way, they almost shot you in their fire, what a friend! In your pain you quickly rolled and escaped, while he was already on his way, looking like a fierce sharp bullet on his own as he dodged and sliced their fires. He was like a killing machine. He was the type you hated the most. The type that knows what they are doing but don't even have a clue. Eden teached you everything you need to know. Show you things only they can. Helped you while you had no one else to do so. And you are not gonna let a frog get in your way for your progress. If you were good enough you could be on the top, finally living your life, your dreams with working with Eden's best soldiers. You are not gonna give up your loyalty, and you are most definetly not gonna give up your dream of helping to change this fucked up world.
You picked up a gun from a dead soldiar and rushed away. Even though you were injuried you will do your job. So, you hide and waited calmly. Your breathing not stable, you lost a lot of blood and your hands were shaking but when you saw him again you are not gonna hessitate to shoot him this time.
And when you did finally saw him he was covered in blood and had a pained face holding his side. He was hardly walking. Perfect. He was about to exist the building from the window but you stopped him. "Halt and raise your hands." You growled. He glance back at you, he seemed to be in no mood, and shook his head, "Leave me alone, madame. I'm not going to fight you. You're injured." What a fucker.
"Too bad. So you are! And I'm not joking."
He observed your shaking hands and unfocused eyes, you were so slightly panthing, "You need intense care and rest. Go back inside." He made a move to turn around but you shot next to the wall near him.
"Maybe, but I will not abonden my job to help a terrorist escape."
His expression soured, "Oui. Of course." He sighed his grip slowly loosning from his side.
You glared and blinked your vision a bit bluring, "Do not make any sudden moves." You breathed deeply. "I am serious I fucking-" Your sentence caught in your throat when your gun went flying off of your hands, before you can even act you find yourself went flying back to the wall, you grunted when your body harshly made contact with it as you hang on it. You glanced up with a hazzy vision seeing a blade grabing you by your clothing, pinning you to the wall.
You huffed in anger and glared at him. He stood panthing, "I'm not fighting with you." And like that he jumped out of the window.
Of course he insist on that. He is injured.
You didn't had any energy in you to free yourself from it as you were left growling in anger, "I hate that frog."
You want to be the one to kill him with your own bare hands.
And you finally got the chance after all that time of waiting your hands to be healed because of that asshole. You gained both in your palm a huge scar because of him. But that just made you pushed your hardest, to even more far past to your limits. Everytime you look down at your hands just made your anger boil harder inside your veins. You never stopped working out even with your arms still hurting, still haven't healed, still flesh. It made the process of them healing harder with every punch you did with them deawing blood everytime. But it was worth it in the end. You know it.
You saw it in his eyes, you knew that you finally win when you pin him to the ground on one of the roofs, that when you kill him you are gonna leave his body to rot and his corpe will be here to be quickly forgotten. But would this actually count as winning? When he gave up and just layed down like that? Staring up at you with nothing but... something you couldn't quite tell. His blood on the cold concrete slowly growing. He is not doing anything, his breath slowly slowing down. And you are not doing anything, only staring down at him, pinning him, a blade in hand, ready to finish.
You wanted to word all your thoughts, pour down all your anger on him, kill him with one move like he did to your friends without any mercy. But you didn't, you couldn't... not after what he told you, all that things about Eden. Not after what he SHOWED you with one of his bubbles.
Why is he showing you mercy now?! How could he even ask you to come to his side?! You were angry, mad... but maybe it wasn't all towards him... You growled and screamed as you sliced your blade in.
Your tears slowly landing on his cold face. You clenched your eyes shut as you slowly let him go.
You shook your head, "All the things I've been told, shown, my believes and hopes.... were just lies." You wiped your tears away.
You reached your hand when his eyes landed to you before giving a good glance at the blade next to his head, forced right through the concrade with good strength.
He took your hand in his and you helped him up. What are you even doing? You don't know anymore. The only thing you were sure of... that you fucking want to kill them all.
"I am not going to say sorry for jumping on you like that, you should have known better before trying to reason with me without fighting back." What he showed you in the end was the final thing for your belifes to crash like a mirror infront of you and scattered away in the breeze like nothing.
He breathlessly laughed clutching his shoulder, "I know but I didn't regret it. And I am happy I didn't."
"Think this as a get back for my hands." You scoffed.
He hissed, "Oui...." his face pained and it wasn't because of his wounds.
You quickly get back to the topic in hand, remembering what he asked you, "I will help. But not to you. I am doing this... for myself. I am not gonna let them ruin this world even more." You glanced at the dark sky.
Bullfrog closed his eyes at that and hummed.
He said something that caught you surpise, "Then will you work with me to save people? Even if it means the people you are working for, the ones you promised to give your life to accusing you for being a terrorist? You don't nececerly need to help me. Help the people in need." He tilted his head.
You stared at him, "Haven't we already agree? The moment I choose to not kill you? Or maybe it was you." You chuckled dryly, "I have been working all my life with wrong people. I will not made the same mistake again. All the kids that suffered because of them, because of me... I'm ready to give up my life if it means to save the kids this time." He softly smiled at that.
You looked away, "I always wanted to die as a hero." You breath out, "I guess I can't be the 'hero' everytime."
He reached out and grabbed your hand, you didn't react, you didn't push him away, but what he said caused you to cleanch his hand back. "What inside you is so pure, mon ami. You will always be the hero. Don't let your hatered blind you."
You chuckled, "So, I've been told countless times from a frog. Looks just like you too."
You both tiredly laugh at that.
You shook your head in disbeliefe. Just a few hours ago you were hating his guts and now... you actually saw who he actually was. And you find it nice. You finally found something in life to be worth to fight for.
"Will you be able to walk back?"
He smirked up at you, "What? I thought you said you didn't care?"
"Forget what I said. I am just returning your kindness. Let me help you. I did this after all."
His eyes softened and his hand loosely gripped your hand back, "I appreciate the help." At that second you find yourself finally understanding what his eyes meant. The countless times he looked at you just the same. Fondness. You don't even remember anyone ever looked at you that way. Your eyes softened for the first time.
