It's been awhile since I've been in your askbox, it feels nice to be back! Back with another Feitan request of course!! I loved the Shalnark fic you wrote btw, it was pretty in character for your first time writing him and it was really sweet! Anywho, may I please request the same type of Reader I usually do, feminine and into cute gothic Lolita styles, where she drags him along to go shopping for a frilly swimsuit and to the beach, or maybe if they got to stay somewhere nice for a while and indoor pool where it's just them? If you can't tell I'm missing the warmer weather, and even more I'm missing sitting in one of those indoor hot tubs all nice and warm. Most of the plot is up to you, just Feitan x Reader who's ready to go swimming!
Take your time and don't burn yourself out, thank you so much!! ^^ ♡
It’s always nice to be able to take requests again, I miss creating stories for you all!❤️ and I’m very happy to have you back in my inbox with more Feitan content! I miss the summertime too so I had a wonderful time imagining myself shopping for a swimsuit and swimming, especially with Feitan🤭 I hope you love what I’ve written and as always, thanks to everyone for your never ending support and love!!🫶❤️
You closed the door behind you, relishing in the little heat of the room you were staying in as you took off your gloves and hat. Another mission done where you were bundled up in your warmest jacket, fighting the enemy while fighting the snow blowing into your eyes.
You were so done with winter.
You had barely taken a breath of relaxation before Phinks’ number lit up your phone. You released a sigh of exasperation, putting the phone to your ear.
“Hey Phinks,” you said, trying to stop your teeth from chattering.
“Hey y/n! You alright? You sound kinda down.”
“I’m okay, I’m just freaking cold,” you told him, grabbing the almost threadbare blanket from your bed and wrapping it around your shoulders.
“We got another mission from Boss. We’re supposed to meet at a little seaside town and we’ll be staying there for the near future. You’ll be excited to hear it’s south of where you are now.”
“It’s summer there!” you heard Shalnark yell cheerily in the background. You couldn’t hold back your own expression of excitement after hearing that, happily bouncing around your room.
“I’m leaving as soon as I can,” you practically screamed into the phone, already pulling your suitcase out and packing your limited personal items.
Phinks chuckled. “The mission won’t start for a week-”
“That’s fine! I’ll be there early. See you guys eventually!”
You hung up, throwing your cell onto your bed and hurriedly shoving the rest of your belongings in the suitcase. You then made your way to the nearest airport and reserved your spot on the first flight out of town, not wanting to deal with the winter weather longer than you had to.
A flight, a bus ride, and a long walk later, you had finally arrived in the seaside town and you couldn’t have been more relieved. You dropped your things off at the hotel and made your way out of the lobby and into the busy streets. The smell of salt air permeated your nose and you stood under the sun, your skin soaking up the rays. You were lost in your own little world and didn’t notice someone stalking up behind you until you heard their voice in your ear.
“You lucky I no want to hurt you. Better pay attention to surroundings.”
You quickly spun around, your eyes meeting the stormy ones staring back at you.
“Feitan!” you greeted, your fluffy skirt swishing in your excitement. “It’s so good to see you! What are you doing here early?”
“I no want you here by yourself. Strange things happening in this town,” he answered. “Phinks told me you come early so I did too.”
Your heart palpitated at his words, loving that he felt so protective of you.
“So you’re like my chaperone now?” you teased. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. “Well, first place we’re going is swimsuit shopping because I am in desperate need of something to wear!”
Feitan didn’t have the chance to protest before you grabbed his hand, eagerly pulling him along to the closest clothing store. If it were anyone else manhandling him like that he would’ve killed them in a gruesome manner, but you were different. He actually liked when you took charge and proved to him that you weren’t afraid of him. His entire body felt like it was on fire every time you graced his porcelain skin with your touch and he never wanted the burning sensation to stop.
He was a masochist, after all.
You entered the store and let go of his hand, needing both hands of your own to shop efficiently. Your gaze landed on all the different swimsuits, finding your size in the pile of the ones you liked the most and holding them to your chest. Once you had a large pile of the frilliest swimsuits known to man, you went to try them on, disappearing behind the door of the dressing room. After a few moments, you reappeared in a pink two piece with white piping details.
“So? What do you think?” you asked Feitan.
Feitan was well versed in shopping with you at this point, but he had never helped you find clothing that was so… revealing. He averted his eyes from your figure, his cheeks as warm as the rising temperature outside.
“It fine,” he responded, harsher than he intended. You paid no mind, admiring yourself in the mirror.
“I think you’re right as always. It’s fine, but I can do better! I’m going to try another one!” you chirped. Feitan heard the dressing room door close and only then did he raise his head again, knowing you were out of sight. He both hated and revelled in the way you made him feel, especially while looking like that—like you were some sort of otherworldly being and he was just a lowly man. A lowly man who wanted to selfishly keep you to himself, away from the prying eyes of other men, men who weren’t nearly as despicable as he but were wholly unworthy of witnessing your beauty all the same.
“Okay, what do we think of this one?”
Your emergence from the dressing room took him out of his thoughts and into the present. Feitan didn’t say anything, he couldn’t; his tongue was a jumbled mess inside the dry desert of his mouth.
“I really like it,” you continued, turning away from the mirror in favor of looking at the man in front of you. “How about you?”
Feitan swallowed thickly, his dark robes working overtime as they concealed the sweat that was dripping from his small frame.
“It fine,” he said again, this time not as rudely. You, ever observant, took that to correctly mean he thought you looked amazing. You glimpsed at the price one last time and nodded your head.
“Perfect! This is the one. How about we go test it at the beach?”
Feitan didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how he would be able to function if he had to bear seeing you in that swimsuit for longer than the minute you tried it on. He didn’t think all of those people should witness such a heavenly sight of you in that swimsuit. It didn’t matter, of course; whatever you wanted to do, you did it, and he would be a fool to think he could ever deny you anything you wanted anyway.
That’s how he found himself at the beach, sand flying into the folds of his ensemble. The cowl was doing a great job of keeping the pesky granules out of his mouth, but it was so unbearably hot that he had to pull it down from his mouth. You smiled softly when you saw the full extent of his face, appreciating his beauty.
“Let’s go to the water,” you suggested, trotting toward the vast blue in front of you.
You stopped, tilting your head. “Why?”
He always thought it was much too open and unpredictable for his taste, but he didn’t confess that.
“That water nasty. Contaminated.”
“Well I’m going in. It’s way too hot out here.”
“You complain when it cold, complaining when it hot. Are you ever happy?” he joked dryly. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him in favor of cooling yourself off. When your feet touched the cold water, you felt an exhilarating tingle up your spine. Wanting to adapt to the temperature quickly, you dunked your whole body in, giggling as the waves crashed into you. Feitan watched carefully from a few feet away from the shore, making sure you didn’t get swept away and he didn’t get wet. His hair and clothing were a black mass on the beach full of a rainbow of colors, yet it was the sight you were most content to look at.
You didn’t know how long you were out splashing and swimming around, more than happy to lose track of time as you enjoyed yourself. Feitan had inched closer and closer to you, the bottom of his outfit now dripping with sea water.
“Feitan, come here! I got something for you,” you called out. He shook his head, not wanting to go further into the water. You respected his wishes, dragging the long trail of seaweed behind you as you approached him.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands. I think you’ll like this,” you told him. He raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, trusting you. You laid the seaweed across his outstretched hands. “Now open.”
He opened his eyes and looked at the seaweed curiously. “What is this?”
“Seaweed,” you explained. “It’s always at beaches like this.”
“I like it,” he said, squishing it between his fingers. A chilling grin appeared on his lips. “Reminds me of intestines.”
It’s times like those that you remember just how much of a weirdo Feitan really was, but hey, everyone in the Phantom Troupe was at least a little bit strange.
“I’m just glad you like it,” you said.
“Of course. It from you,” he said, your face warming from his praise. “I got you this too.” He dug around in his pocket, presenting you with a closed fist. “Give me hand.”
You did so as something hard landed in your palm. He had given you a beautiful shell, swirled with all sorts of colors and textures.
“Oh Feitan,” you breathed out, “it’s perfect. Thank you.”
“It no big deal,” he scoffed, trying to hide his elation that you loved his gift. You planted a lingering kiss on his cheek and he could no longer tell if he was burning up from the summer heat or from the fire that was blazing in his heart for you. Whatever it was, he was feeling emboldened today.
“You look pretty,” he said matter of factly, catching you off guard while you were studying the seashell, almost dropping the poor thing back into the ocean.
“Oh! Thank you. That means a lot coming from you,” you replied, growing shy. “You look pretty, too.”
As Feitan saw the ocean lap at your body and the water reflect like diamonds in your eyes, for once in his life he wished every day could be summer.
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