💕/💫 🐸 cthulhu - finn

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by Gaywoo

by Gaywoo

"I sculpt for a living and you commissioned me to make a 30 feet tall statue of Cthulhu for your three story aquarium. Your board members are pissed and called me at home, begging me to deny the job, but I simply can't pass this up." AU Prompt.

Your job had been going slowly for the past few months, barely any cash coming in. You were a sculptor, but others in the same branch as you got more customers. Something about them being "more professional" or whatever. You didn't buy it.

Just then, the jingle of the bell above your store's door let out a soft 'ding!'. You turned toward the door, but weren't expecting to see an attractive, yet unkempt young man standing in front of your counter with a mega-watt smile stretched across his face. His complexion was pale, and he had piercing ocean-blue eyes that you found yourself staring at.

"You're Y/N the sculptor, right?" He asked, his voice had a heavy accent to it.

"Um- yes."

He grins and extends his tattooed hand, urging you to take it. You do, and he shakes yours with an excited vigour. "Your ads say you'd sculpt anythin', right?!"

'Oh boy, here it comes,' you think, expecting him to commission something strange and lewd like the past couple customers. You quickly snatch your hand back from his with mild disgust marring your face, nodding.

"Okay, perfect! My name's Finn Mcnamara, I work at the big aquarium down the road and I wanna commission a 30 feet tall Cthulhu statue from you."

Well. That certainly caught you off guard. "You what...?" Your eyebrows raise to your hairline; this would be the biggest and most ambitious project anyone had ever asked from you. "That- that's gonna be... really," you laugh, "really expensive."

Finn scoffs and rolls his eyes good-naturedly, "It's all good, sweetheart, just charge the aquarium," he winks conspiratorially.

Your cheeks bleed red blush as you look down away from his eyes, unsure of what to say, "A-are you allowed to do that...?"

"No!" He chirps, blowing you a cheeky kiss before turning and leaving the store.

'What the fuck just happened.'

A couple weeks pass and you found that you were having an amazing time creating this sculpture. You were barely done it's legs, but Finn always dropped by the store everyday to check up on it, although you had a feeling he was coming for more than his Cthulhu statue now. He told you there was no time-period, so you could take your time and perfect it.

Your phone rings and you groan in frustration, wiping some excess clay on your apron before picking up your cell and placing it between your head and your shoulder. "Hello, this is Y/N L/N speaking, would you like to consult about the sculpture?"

"Hello," a deep, gruff voice comes from the other side, "My name's Merrill, I'm the director of Humboldt's aquarium, I've become aware of multiple thousands of dollars being transferred to your business. May I ask why?"

"Someone from ordered a 30 foot tall Cthulhu statue, said to take payment from your company," you weren't really paying attention, focusing your attention on the creases of the deity's skin.

An annoyed sigh, "Did this person happen to be called Finn Mcnamara?"

"No comment."

"Please cancel this," he begs, his calm voice becoming desperate, "We have nowhere to put it, and we need to use the money for more fish."

"Fuck off," you hang up, not giving the conversation another thought as you poke your tongue out the side of your mouth in concentration.

Okay, maybe the people calling you "not professional" had a point.