Shopkeeper/Mafia AU: Meeting
Goth belongs to @nekophy
Palette belongs to @angexci
Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies
AU is mine
First time actually writing a Poth fic, leave some comments on how I can improve!
Hope you enjoy!
“Well, this must be the place!” A young skeleton exclaims, looking at the building in front of him.
The skeleton, Palette, stood in front of a flower shop. He wore a black vest over a blue blouse, which was accompanied by black fingerless gloves and his usual blue hat.
Reading over the shop’s sign once more, he nods to himself.
“Yup, this is ‘Flowers After Death’ alright. The client must be inside.” Palette says to himself as he enters the shop, fixing his hat.
At least, that’s what his boss told him.
Strolling along, he takes glances at the flowers being sold. There were pink hydrangeas, blue lilies, orange cosmos, and so many more colorful flowers.
Palette smiles. He’s always had a fondness for flowers. The structures, colors, fragrences, what’s not to love?
Finally, Palette regained his senses.
'Don’t forget why you’re here, you have a client to meet and deal with.’ He thought.
With striking confidence, Palette walks over to the cashier counter. He sees a figure working with the bouquets, placing flowers delicately in a precise manner.
“Hello, do you know where I could find the owner of this shop?” Palette asks, looking straight at the figure, and smiling cheshirely.
The stranger turns and Palette’s met with a pretty face. A skeleton, probably about his age, wearing a white hoodie under a light pink heart apron. Around his neck was a dark red scarf that flowed like freshly-spilled blood.
“Yes? I’m not really one of the owners, but i’m their son. How may I help you?” A soft, sweet voice answered as the younger skeleton smiled back.
As shockingly pretty as the skeleton was, Palette kept his smirk and leaned closer on the counter. He could see the stranger’s smile faltering slightly in hesitance, but politely kept it up.
“I’d just like to say that you’re running quite a lovely shop.” Palette says, keeping eye contact.
“Yes, it really is. But is that all you had to say, sir? Surely, that’s not it.” The younger skeleton replies, trying to look at something other than the handsome customer’s eyes.
He fails miserably.
Palette chuckles lightly. “Of course not. I’m just saying, with a nice place like this, maybe you could use a lil’ protection, eh? I think we could work us a deal.”
The stranger seems confused for a moment, then turns a bright shade of purple. “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, but…sir? A-Are you flirting with me?”
And just like that, all that confidence that was built up in Palette melted into putty. Now confusion and uncertainty replaced his usual self confidence. He stood up straight, arms by his side and eyes widened. 'Wait- oh my god- what?’ He thinks in surprise.
He’s never gotten that sort of response before.
“A-Ah u-uhm..I-I don’t know??” Palette lifts one arm behind his neck, rubbing it awkwardly.
The smaller skeleton looks to his side, tugging at his scarf anxiously.
He tries his hardest not to make eye contact with the strange customer in front of him.
“…Maybe?” Palette’s answer rings through the shop as the mafia enforcer realizes what he just said.
'WHAT DID I JUST SAY? CRAP THIS WASN’T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN!! ABORT MISSION!!’
“..oh…” The younger skeleton looks up to Palette in a sort of shocked silence, polite smile changed to a surprised frown.
Palette, embarassed and no longer his business-like self, looks down to his shoes, blushing like crazy.
The silence lasted for quite a while.
Finally, Palette turns around.
“OK so that’s that! I’ll be heading out now, please think about my offer with your parents I gotta go now bye!!” He says in a fast-paced tone.
Before Palette could sprint out of the shop, the stranger yells, “WAIT!”
Palette looks back, seeing him scribble something down. The smaller skeleton hops over the counter and gives Palette the piece of paper.
“M-My name is Goth, if it’s alright, I-I’d like to know you better!” He says, smiling wearily, before quickly rushing to the back of the shop.
Palette, looks at the door where the stranger, Goth, disappeared to, then down on the paper. On it, a number was written down, messily but readable. Along with it were the words “Goth” and “Call me!”.
It took the mafia enforcer a moment to process what just happened, before he smiles widely and walks out the store, in a happier mood than before. He might not have a new client, but at least he got someone better!
Behind the “Employees only” door, Goth puts his hands on his face, muttering.
“Oh god, that just happened.” His eyes were wide, cheeks flushed, and mind scattered.
“I gave him my phone number. I gave an attractive stranger my phone number. Oh god, I need some water.”
Steadily, Goth reaches to a near water bottle and chugs it down.
Once down, Goth tries to regain his composure. Never in his life would he think he would have the guts to do what he just did a few minutes ago. Once the shock finally settled in, he heard the shop door ring open. He sighs and slaps his cheeks softly.
'Snap out of it, Goth. Time to work.’
“Goth? Dear, are you in the back?” A voice calls out.
“Geno?” Goth calls back, peeking out of the door.
In front of the counter, a skeleton wearing a red scarf around his neck looks up to his son. “Ah! I knew you were in there! I need to ask you something!”
“What’s up, Dad?” Goth replies, walking over to his father.
“Have you seen a skeleton wearing a blue hat come in? About your age, i’ve been told.”
At that moment, the memories of what happened not too long ago came flashing back into Goth’s mind. Trying to hide his blush, Goth nods his head. “Y-Yeah, he just left actually.”
Geno decides to wave off his son’s strange behavior. “Ah, I see. Did he talk to you? Reaper told me they were suppose to have a discussion about something.”
“Erm, y-yeah. We talked.” Goth answers.
“About what exactly?” Geno presses on.
“He said something about working a deal and protection. Weird thing to ask, to be honest.”
Geno nods, hand on his chin, thinking. “By any chance, did you ask his name?”
Goth opens his mouth to speak, when realization hit him.
“AUGH! STUPID! I SHOULD OF ASKED HIS NAME BEFORE GIVING HIM MY NUMBER!” He yells in frustration, slamming his head on the counter.
“Goth, why would you give this strange man your number?”
“A-Ah!! I-I mean- u-uh-” Head back up, Goth desperately tries to think up an excuse.
“What EXACTLY went down while I was gone?” Geno asks, eyes glinting dangerously.
Goth gulps in fear.
He has a bit of explaining to do.
Well that sure was an expericence XD
This is based off my first comic of the AU :3
Question: Should I make this a story? 030 Or maybe a collection of one-shots like this?