#₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ mari's writing

[castorizz]

... ❝ ACHILLES HEEL. ❞ ft. anaxa x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : anaxa reflects upon how you have possibly managed to make him feel so weak.

꒰ contents ꒱ fluff? i guess. gn!reader. pathetically in love anaxa. wc : 1077

꒰ notes ꒱ this was written as a birthday present for the amazing @rainswept!! happy birthday again, ily and thank you for being my friend, & entertaining my insanity <33

Fragility, as it were, was not a foreign concept to Anaxagoras.

That isn’t to say that it was a welcomed feeling; quite the opposite. It had overstayed whatever brief welcome he’d permitted it, lingering in the furthest reaches of his consciousness for far longer than he would care to acknowledge. 

He didn’t acknowledge it at all, on his best days. On his best days, he would pay no attention; no mind to the stiffness and aches in his joints, no thought to the strain on his lungs. It was always there, the throbbing and stinging, somewhere on the outskirts of his focus, but never at the forefront of his mind. His day would pass with little fanfare, without the pervasive, permeating pain to distract him from his work.

There were times he couldn’t ignore it though, times that felt like his every step was barefoot over broken glass. The pain would seep into every part of him—from the back of his head, to the very tips of his fingers, lighting up every nerve ending. It was all he could do not to succumb to it, to grit his teeth and bear the agony without letting it cross his face. He couldn’t let it manifest into something physical. However weakened this body was, it was a burden that he was damned to carry on his own ailing shoulders.

Instead, he fell into his research, poring over every book and paper he could find. Each breakthrough and every development was a thrill, a fresh burst of adrenaline. With each new piece of evidence, the feeble, fragile grip he had on himself seemed to grow stronger, another ounce of control that he’d regained. It was almost intoxicating, the feeling of stepping back and seeing all the pieces fall into place. 

Weakened, he might be, but make no mistake: Anaxa was never weak. His strengths were only substituted, traded out for something more useful. It was an equivalent exchange; where his physical health declined, his mind would grow; exchanging fragility for fortitude, wellness for intuition.

And yet, despite his loathing of any implication of weakness, that was exactly what you seemed to be doing to him.

How else could he begin to explain the tightness in his chest when he thought about you, the steady ache that a mere mention of your name brought about? The way you smiled, the way you laughed, it made him sick to his stomach, in a sensation he couldn’t describe as pleasant, vexing, or somewhere in between. 

If it ended there, he might have even been able to ignore it, but he couldn’t. Not with the way you treated him, the way you sought him out with purpose, like his presence was a treat you were savouring each taste of.

Gentleness, in all its glory, was unfamiliar. A kind hand, a soft touch, Anaxa was unused to it all. That sort of care was reserved for those with people to care for them, loved ones and the like. It had been a long time since he had anyone willing to get so close to him; the last he could recall anything of the sort, it was his sister, wiping his tears with the edge of her shirt. Once he had lost her too, he had no one left, no one who would spare such tenderness for the likes of him.

But you touched him so easily, almost unconsciously, and it would almost undo him every single time. You were always so casual with it: an innocuous bump of your shoulders, or hands brushing against each other as you walked, or your ankle pressing against his underneath the desk. Maybe to some, it would be easily mistaken as an accident, but he doesn’t miss the sharp look in your eyes, the way you glance for a second too long to make sure he notices.

You’re doing it on purpose, and both of you knew it.

Anaxa was… perplexed, to say the least. And with perplexion, came the inevitable frustration that followed. If there was one thing he hated, it was not understanding, and as hard as he tried, he could never understand you, much less why you had such an effect on him. 

The what was obvious enough; somehow despite himself, he’d grown some sort of… attachment towards you, but the why was unknown. He never cared for romance, or anything of the sort, until you appeared in his life, and left a bizarre sort of affection in your wake. There was no rhyme or reason to the source of his feelings, and why you had triggered them; you were a mystery, and nothing he did could solve it. 

Yet somehow, the unsettlement didn’t stand in the way of a strange, oddly comfortable contentment that you brought into his life. Curiously, it didn’t negate or clash with the turmoil, merely… accompanied it. As if it brought the discordant melody of his thoughts into a sweet, harmonious symphony. He couldn’t place the feeling properly, only grasp at its edges, but trying to rationalize the conflict in his mind was set to drive him mad.

And Anaxa was no gambling man, but he would bet his life you knew.

“What’s with that weird look?” You prod at his arm, your small smile laced with a smirk. “Am I that distracting, huh? Go back to explaining your theory, I’m listening.”

If he was dealt any other set of circumstances, he would have picked up where his thoughts had trailed off in an instant, but you—you and that irritating, endearing look on your face distracted him enough to render him speechless. His mouth was dry, his eyes frozen on your lips. They watched every little movement, the slow, small tick upwards on the corner of your mouth. Amusement. You were enjoying this, weren’t you? 

“You’re incomprehensible,” He mutters, half to himself. 

“Am I?” You say, a note of challenge in your voice. “Wasn’t it you who said every question had its answer? Are you saying there’s something even you can’t understand?”

His eyes narrow, but he remains silent. You were right, of course. And so was he: every mystery in this world was just a truth he had not yet discovered, yourself included. You’re just another enigma for him to solve. 

“Of course not.” He clears his throat. “Let me continue.” 

You might weaken him, but Anaxa would be the one to figure you out—no matter how long it took. 

©castorizz 2025 : do not copy, translate, repost, redistribute, or use my work to train ai. reblogs are appreciated <33

[godsfavoriteangel222]

welcome to my diary

I started this blog as just something fun to do and somewhere to yap. My page is mostly reposts, yapping, weird stuff, self improvement, random updates, music, movies, books, writing, my interests, and cute things… I do write and might think about posting more on here and sharing my A03 account in the future…

Here’s some things about me

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as you can probably surmise i have autism and my three most prevalent special interests are madoka magica, splatoon, and the legend of zelda. although i have other special interests as well such as sharks, felines/big cats, creative writing, and linguistics. i also have ADHD and cycle through plenty of shorter-lived hyperfixations somewhat regularly

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[the-tulpars-quartermaster]

Meleana Lore Dump !!

Mostly for mod bc sometimes I'm really bad at keeping track of my oc's lore and details ꒰ᐢ◞ ◟ᐢ꒱,, But also just an excuse for me to talk about my daughter lol Everything under the cut !!

Master list,,

📋 ; Basic Info 📋 ; Backstory 📋 ; Relationships (Friends + Family) 📋 ; Fun / Assorted Facts

Basic Info,,

📋 Name : Meleana Katsaros, 📋 Job on the Ship : Quartermaster and documentary specialist 📋 Nicknames : Mel, Mely, Kat, Honey (because her name Meleana comes from the word honey in Greek) 📋 Sexuality / Gender : Demigirl, Bisexual (she/they) 📋 Age : 22 y/o, 📋 Height : 5'6" 📋 Ethnicity : Greek / Filipino, Born + raised in the Philippines 📋 Birthday : Oct 15

📋 Favorite Movie : The Secret World of Arrietty (Ghibli Film) 📋 Favorite Book : The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller) 📋 Favorite Musicians : Phoebe Bridgers, Mitski, Laufey, Kiltro 📋 Favorite Hobbies : Crocheting, drawing / journaling

Backstory,,

Meleana had a pretty normal childhood, being brought up by loving parents and being the eldest of 4 kids. She always looked after her younger siblings, being the designated "parent" for them whenever their actual parents were out (which was often, as their mother was working abroad and their father worked late to provide for all 5 siblings)

She graduated college with a Master of Finance (MFin or MSF) and soon got hired at Pony Express as the quartermaster and documentary specialist, working there a few cargo travels before Daisuke was added in last minute for one cargo trip

Relationships,,

📋 Family :

↪ Liezel Myra R. Katsaros (Mother) ; Mostly positive, despite not seeing her much in person due to her being an OFW. They call often, at least when Meleana is on earth. She writes to her while on cargo trips, saving the letters to mail later

↪ Elias Katsaros (Father) ; Same with her mother, but they're a little closer due to him being there physically for her all throughout her childhood

↪ Mariam R. Katsaros (Younger sister) ; Very positive, they're the closest out of all the siblings. Mari (as Meleana calls her) helps take care of Adonis and Althea whenever Meleana is off to work, and in return Meleana takes care of the twins whenever Mari gets busy with her own work on earth

↪ Adonis + Althea R. Katsaros (Twin siblings, youngest) ; Neutral positive, they get along well enough for siblings but the large age gap between them creates a small disconnect. Still, Meleana tries to be there for them and be present in both their lives. She shows up to their grade school events, whenever she can.

📋 Co-workers (Friends?) :

↪ Captain Curly ; Professional respect, but not much of a friendship. They work well together, but aren't particularly close. Meleana admires him greatly, sees him as a model captain

↪ Jimmy ; No opinion on him, avoids him if possible because he intimidates her, but she tries not to make it too personal. She wants to remain friendly with him and tries her best to

↪ Anya ; Sees her almost like her own mother, but she'd never tell her that. They talk often, would consider each other friends. She often leaves little drawings for Anya whenever she would drop by to check on medicine stock

↪ Swansea ; Kind of the same with Jimmy, not much of an opinion but as much as possible she tries to avoid him because he scares her a little. Once again, tries not to take anything personally and remain friendly with him

↪ Daisuke ; She thinks he's a weird little guy /vpos. At first she thought she wouldn't get along much with him due to how immature he seemed at first, but she actually surprised herself by how fond of his attitude she became. Tries (and fails) to be normal around him

( Will update with her rls with other oc rp accounts as I continue to rp with them < ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱)

Fun / Assorted Facts,,

↪ Collects can tabs, has a whole jar of them that she keeps on a shelf in her room. She doesn't know why she collects them, she just does

↪ Has a My Melody plushie she had since she was 5, named her Little Mel (Got the idea from her father, who called the plush 'Little Mel' because she used to carry it everywhere as a kid)

↪ Understands + Speaks Tagalog semi-fluently (disuse has made her rusty) but is struggling hard with Greek

↪ Has anemia, denies this fact strongly and refuses to take iron supplements

↪ Kind of refuses to seek medical attention in general, hates making a fuss about herself unless she thinks she's in actual, genuine danger (or trying to find an excuse to talk to Anya / whoevers in medical at that moment)

( Will update as I please < ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱)

Thank you for reading all of this!! And if you somehow got to the bottom of all of this and actually read everything, dm me "꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱" and It'll earn you a free drawing of an oc of your choosing :DD

Thank you again for reading, and good day / night !!

[johnpriceslamb]

hiya! im the anon that requested the fic you just posted about hyper feminine!reader whos mary-beths friend! i just wanted to say that i absolutely loved it! thank you very much for writing it! it was perfect<3😊

eepie eep !! tenk u soososooo much ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ tis was su much fun writing , and i’m super duper glad u liked it !!!!

[cherishedmai]

Call me Mai!

Welcome to my safe space, dear ones. I’m Maiko Lovejoy but please do call me Mai! 👧🏻 I go by she/her as my pronouns. Though I’m of legal age, this place is open to anyone who wishes to be friends.

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Kindness is the only rule here. However, I do not welcome racism, hate, or negativity. Let’s keep this a safe and comforting space for all. Most of the time, I talk about anything that sparks my curiosity. You’ll find bits of my writing here as well, along with everything that catches my interest. These are my top three also the ones that shaped my entire personality: 1. Films, 2. Books, 3. Crocheting! 🧶

Don’t you know?

I would put The Secret Garden & Polaris Musim Dingin 📚 on my “Get to know me better” List! You may also find me talk a lot about movies I’ve watched that I’d tell people to watch it again and again :> here, you don’t have to ask me twice to mention it! Of course it would be, Love Letter (1995), First Love (2022) and Mary Poppins Returns (2018) ✿ You might as well be curious about the type of music I listen to, well, I don’t have specific genre preference when it comes to music, but I play their songs most of the time: Gita Gutawa, Vierra, Hivi!, Yovie & Nuno, Tulus, Sabrina Carpenter, NIKI, LANY, Why Don’t We, Gracie Abrams, ENHYPEN, ILLIT, fromis_9, KiiiKiii, and BOYNEXTDOOR. 𖹭 ˖ What do you say? Do we have a lot in common?

If you ever have something to say—complaints, suggestions, or just a simple hello, you can always reach me here:

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[g00dfeeling]

reposting because my previous reblog didn't show up on tags :'

hello! i'm currently searching for long-term 1x1 rp partners on discord. in the context of plots, i'm inclined toward slice-of-life, angst!!, fluff or darker themes as well (the last aspect will be discussed more). smut is also okay (i am of legal age, do not interact if you are a minor); however, i don't wish for the plotline to merely be a p w/o p storyline. moreover, i have a literate writing style and i can write up to multiple paragraphs per reply. i am vehemently against one-liners, therefore, do ensure that your writing is at least a paragraph long. mary sues are also a big no for me.

i mostly rp using female (east asian) muses and have a preference for mxf or fxf pairings, nevertheless depending on the plot i can utilise male muses (also east asian) under mxf pairings. oc or au is fine, just let me know which one you would prefer :3 that mentioned, my current muses are (but are not limited to):

female muses - bibi (soloist), aisha (everglow), kayday/kang da-young (dancer; prowdmon), leejung lee (choreographer; ygx), hwang soyoon (se so neon)

male muses - yunho (ateez), jacob (the boyz), hanse (victon), leedo (oneus)

besides the rp-ing aspect ofc, i would love to interact with y'all ooc and fangirl over groups, dramas, etc. if you're interested send me an ask/dm me ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ looking forward to plotting & rping with you!

[castorizz]

Hugo relationship headcanons... please..... feed the starving........

... ❝ RELATIONSHIP HCS! ❞ ft. hugo x reader

𝒾. ⠀FEATURING : an assortment of headcanons about your relationship with hugo!

꒰ contents ꒱ mild spoilers for hugo's backstory i guess? gn!reader. fluff. headcanons. wc : 1052

꒰ notes ꒱ HIII ANON!! thank you for the request hehe i hope this is to your liking, i'm still getting a grasp on his character :")) + @rainswept hugo tag <3

a relationship with hugo is not easy. not at first, at least.

despite his collected exterior, the scars of his past still sting when pressed, and it's a pain not easy to ignore, no matter how much he tries to convince himself he has healed. it takes a while to allow himself to open up enough to begin the relationship in the first place, let alone let his guards fall, one by one...

but he'll manage. he's nothing if not resilient; give him time, patience, and the chance to ask you out himself, and he will be the most attentive lover you've ever had.

it starts with the classic: flowers, a huge bouquet that takes two hands to hold, and a box of chocolates. he's calm when he's handing them to you, his voice even as he spits out the confession speech that took hours in the mirror to prepare, but his mind is going haywire, worrying about whether it's too much, too soon. maybe he should have stuck with just the chocolates after all, or even just a smaller bunch of roses, or something else entirely—

he's thankful you don't let him languish in his thoughts for too long, cutting off his overthinking with a simple “yes.” it takes all he can to restrain himself from breaking out into relieved laughter at your response.

it's all history from there. when you're with hugo, nothing is ever boring; he'd consider it a personal affront for his beloved to be disinterested when they're out with him. no matter what you're doing, be it an extravagant day out, or quiet night in, there's always something to look forward to.

the more elaborate dates are what he leans towards in the beginning, as a means to impress you—dinners at the most high-end restaurants, and tours of art galleries—but it's the simple ones where he truly shines. when all of the grandeur and showiness is melted away, when it's just the two of you curled up under a weighted blanket with some trashy rom-com playing in the background, that's when he truly feels at home.

at the start of the relationship he's careful with his affection. even the most innocuous gestures are subtle tests, experimenting to see what you are and aren't comfortable with. pet names are one of the first things he tries out, a genuine “darling,” or “sweetheart,” slipped into the teasing, overly sappy “honey-pie,” and “snookums.”

when it comes to physical affection though, he tends to be... flighty.

a part of it is the natural touch-starvation that comes with being deprived of gentle touch for so long, but another is the fact that he simply doesn't know how to respond to it. it's not that he's opposed to the feeling, he simply prefers to be the one to touch you, to ensure he keeps some level of control over the situation.

it makes it easier. safer. if he knows if and when it happens, he doesn't have to worry about the instinctual recoil that happens whenever you suddenly grab his arm, or the overwhelming swell of emotion in his chest when you kiss his cheek. after a while, the instinct starts to dull, but it never quite ceases fully.

in any case, he doesn't stop you from touching him, (he doesn't know if he could bring himself to, even if he wanted to) but he favours the touches that he's warned about beforehand. ask for a kiss, and he'll never refuse; motion for a hug, and his arms will be open and waiting.

he tends to mirror what you like; every touch—even the ones that seem casual—is another test of what you're receptive to. once he's satisfied with his understanding of your boundaries, your wants and needs, he's more than happy to indulge you—no matter how much or how little you like.

one thing he does like is when you're walking together, he enjoys having you hold his arm, instead of his hand. it feels so much more intimate somehow, having your hands linked through his arm. he can't help but glance over at you every few seconds, a wide grin breaking over his face as he realizes how lucky he is.

hugo is extremely perceptive to how you feel, almost scarily so. there's no use trying to hide anything from him. surprises, secrets, suppressed feelings, he notices it all. if there's an issue in your relationship, he doesn't let it linger; he sits you down and confronts it together.

and if you're having problems of your own, he's also there to help. he might be slightly overzealous with helping you fix whatever you have going on, but he's more than willing to just listen if that's what you need. either way, he can't stand the idea of you keeping something to yourself when it's clearly troubling you.

somehow, despite his directness when it comes to resolving conflict, the first “i love you,” takes a while. it's a difficult sentence for him to muster up, even if it's been months since you got together. in a way, it's the weight of it that holds him back. speaking it aloud

so he saves it for a moment that seems casual, perhaps to steel his nerves slightly, or to simply soften the blow. it happens when you're half asleep, mid-way through your nightly routine. he's on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water when he pauses by you in the bathroom, kisses your temple and whispers an “i love you,” into your hair.

in fact, you're so tired that you don't even notice it at first, simply humming in response as he ducks out of the room. it's a few seconds later when the words finally process, and you almost drop the toothbrush in your hand.

what follows is you dashing to the kitchen to confront him, a flurry of questions on your lips. he's frustratingly impassive with his responses, an air of forced calmness about him, as if he hadn't just shocked your entire system. the bewilderment on your face is amusing to a degree, but there's an anxiousness that accompanies it; one that doesn't ease until he hears those sweet, four words that he's been craving ever since the day he asked you to be his.

“i love you too.”

©castorizz 2025 : do not copy, translate, repost, redistribute, or use my work to train ai. reblogs are appreciated <33

[lonelypond]

Idol Protection Program: DiaChat

Love Live, Love Live Sunshine, Dia/OC, 250 words, text chat.

Nico and Maki escape the Idol-Heiress grind of fame and fortune to disappear in a seaside town and raise their children, Ruby and Dia quietly. Characters are not mine, plot twists are, your mileage may vary. Enjoy!

Summary: Dia and the little RinPana aka Tora text chat. Takes places after LL Sunshine, ep. 12.

DiaChat

TiGerTiGer: I nearly lost it when I saw you today…you should have warned me Dia-chan.

DiaMundBright: ha! You would have just been made it worse. I almost lost it when Hikaru got away from her nanny.

TiGerTiGer: The Moms said you should have come by with the Rube-ster. Bring the rest of Aquors and REALLY blow their minds.

DiaMundBright: You know we can’t do that. Mom barely lets us come up to Tokyo these days.

TiGerTiGer: SO BORING (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु Mommer always says she’s surprised “Maki-chan isn’t the booooring one.”

DiaMundBright: lol. I’m going to tell Mama that.

TiGerTiGer: The Moms miss yours.

DiaMundBright: Come for a visit. I need a beach volleyball partner. Mari’s talking trash daily now (ง •̀_•́)ง

TiGerTiGer: Aren’t you SUPER SUPER busy being the next “Number One Idol In The Universe?”

DiaMundBright: smh

TiGerTiGer: Doing your Rubesty ; p

DiaMundBright: Not missing you as much right now.

TiGerTiGer: Yes, you are c⌒っ╹v╹ )っ

DiaMundBright: I have homework.

TiGerTiGer: You always have homework. Take a break. Let’s video chat 

ヽ(^‥^=ゞ) I want to show you the cute new puppy ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎*･ﾟ｡

DiaMundBright: YOU GOT A PUPPY?!?!?!?!??!?!

TiGerTiGer: Yep, Momma finally caved when the Ayases’ had their puppies. Mommer was moping for days and nobody could take it anymore. Your Mama offered to pay for ANYTHING so Mommer would stop calling her at 2 a.m.

DiaMundBright: Mom was out of town so Mama was extra grumpy.

TiGerTiGer: And now we have a puppy.

DiaMundBright: SHOW ME (∩˃o˂∩)♡

TiGerTiGer: 《《o(≧◇≦)o》》

A/N: greencactuses 'Chatroom' has reminded how much fun texting fics are and I've been writing this conversation between Dia and the RinPana child in my head for months so while I was listening to my favorite band that I can hug aka The Dollyrots latest StageIt , I knocked out a quick text chat. Enjoy. 

I did spend a bunch of times figuring out names that meant something but I forgot to write myself notes. The Ayases are named after Russian famous figures in Russian Ballet, I think I figured out the kanji for something related to sea and flying for the first Sonoda-Minami child, the second is named after a poet and for the rest -- see 'forgot to write notes."Second generation μ's guide:

Nozomi and Eli semi identical twins (really it's a thing): Vik and Teddy

5 years later --Maki and Nico: Dia

Hanayo and Rin: Tora*

1 year-ish later

Umi and Kotori: Kaito aka Prince Charming

Another year-ish

Nico and Maki: Ruby

5+ years later

Eli and Nozomi: Mikoki

Honoka and Tsubasa: Hikaru*

Umi and Kotori: Akazome

*Totally claiming these two make an appearance in Love Live Sunshine, ep 12.Take Care!

[castorizz]

... ❝ A SPECTACLE OF SCALES. ❞ ft. lyney x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : a magician finds himself enamoured by a mermaid.

꒰ contents ꒱ lyney is a magician in a circus. reader is a mermaid in a freak show. gn!reader. fluff. wc : 1015

꒰ notes ꒱ day 3 of mermay. this was actually requested by the lovely lovely @soleillunne <3 hope you enjoy mwah mwah

After three months of being a part of the circus, Lyney had settled into a sort of routine.

He would wake with the sunrise, and savor the morning chill as his sister slumbered peacefully in the bed adjacent to his. When she awoke, they would eat breakfast together—simple slices of toast spread with butter, and occasionally some fruit if they could afford it. Mornings were spent taking care of various chores around their camp, mending costumes or cleaning trailers. After a quick lunch, he would dedicate the entire afternoon to practicing for that night’s show.

And what a show it would be; no night—barring the few that he was offered a break during their travels—was without its share of pure magic. There was something thrilling about it, seeing the wonder on the crowd’s faces. He was in his element, thriving. Nothing could touch him when he was onstage, with a deck of cards in his hands, and an endless collection of tricks up his sleeves.

Then, the night would end. And after a few nights to follow, it would be time to pack up, prepare, move on to the next town. The cycle would repeat, punctuated only by the occasional celebration, or mishap, or break in schedule, before quickly falling back into routine. The rest of the troupe followed a similar timetable of their own, living their own quiet, predictable lives alongside him. 

Quiet. Predictable. Mundane. 

Perhaps that was why the periodic celebrations at the end of each stop were such an anticipated event. It was one of the few times that any of them got the chance to kick their heels up and relax, sharing drinks and laughs about their latest affairs. None looked more happy to celebrate the festivities than the ringleader himself, who took it upon himself to seek Lyney out as soon as it began.

“Incredible!” The man threw back his head and laughed, clapping Lyney roughly on the shoulder. Their recent successes would leave him in a good mood for quite some time, which offered some relief. There was no greater fear amongst the troupe than that man’s ire. “Just… incredible! Ever since we snatched up the two of you, our numbers have been soaring. Everyone wants to see you, everyone!”

“Magic is a timeless art.” Lyney remarked, a dazzling smile playing on his lips.

“Damn right.” The man grinned, his voice slurring slightly. “Grab yourself a drink, won’t you? It’s a night to celebrate.”

Lyney nodded mechanically, using the chance to excuse himself and slip away from the party. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t in the mood to celebrate, but there was one more part of his routine that he simply couldn’t forgo.

Past the trailers and the tents was one section of the circus that they took the most pride in: the freak show. It was almost empty, with all of the ‘freaks’ having left sometime after dusk fell and the show closed. There was only one exhibit that was still occupied, the one that didn’t have the luxury of leaving.

“Hello to you.” Lyney smiled, taking off his hat and holding it to his chest. He squinted up at a glass tank, almost seven feet tall and filled with murky water. “Sorry I’m late, I was caught up.”

It was quiet for a beat, before the water rippled, and he saw your figure swim closer, the pale moonlight shining a light on your face. There he could see you in all your glory; scales, and fins, and all. Behind you, your tail swayed in the water to keep you steady, the fins at your hips flicking idly as you swam.

The most prized ‘freak’ of them all, the treasure of the seven seas: the mermaid.

“Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes. His smile only widened, and he pressed his hand to the glass. After a moment, you laid your palm over his.

“I don’t have anything for you today.” He tilted his head, his words apologetic. “I’ll see if I can bring something sweet for you tomorrow, though. The next town we’re visiting has a lovely bakery, I’ve heard ravings about their cinnamon buns.”

“That does sound nice,” You sighed. Treats like those were a luxury on his pittance of a salary, but he could spare some for you. It wasn’t like you were offered any of your own; you were nothing more than a spectacle, a shiny attraction to draw in crowds of gawking visitors. They did not cheer for you, in the way they cheered for him. Where he got eyes filled with wonder, you got stares and whispers.

It was always worse for you, even if you didn’t voice your discomforts aloud. Since the first night he visited you, months ago, you looked nothing short of miserable in your section, only putting on a bright smile when there was a crowd to please. Perhaps that was why he was drawn to you in a way; you reminded him of himself. His ‘situation’, as it were, was nowhere near as despondent as yours, but the tangled web of debts he owed, trapping him in years worth of employment for almost no pay in return, it shared the same claustrophobic feeling.

“It’s too cramped in here.” You mumbled, almost to yourself. Looking at you, with your tail curled up to fit in the small space, his chest tightened. He wished he could offer more than his company—reassurance, relief, or anything of the sort—but beyond his words, there wasn’t much more he could give to you.

Lyney leaned closer, slowly laying his forehead against the cool glass.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, one day. I’m gonna get us both out.” He whispered. You were quiet, quiet for so long that he wondered if his words were spoken too softly, unable to reach through the glass separating him from you. It’s only when he felt a shadow fall over his face that he knows you heard him, as you lay your forehead to his, and murmur back:

“I know. I’m counting on it.”

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[castorizz]

... ❝ SIREN SONG. ❞ ft. hugo x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : you find yourself captivated, enthralled by a creature that seems more beautiful and more deadly than you could ever comprehend.

꒰ contents ꒱ cw: blood, vague allusions to death, hugo may or may not have eaten a person. siren!hugo. gn!reader. horror-ish, open-ended. wc : 1351

꒰ notes ꒱ suggested by @rainswept! written as a part of my mermay series. this... feels kinda rushed. idk if i like the ending but i was STRUGGLING trying to keep this close to the same length as the others, and i didn't even manage it.

Blood, the faint, metallic scent of blood is the first thing you register when your toes meet the sand. The smell makes you halt in your steps, glancing wearily across the beach to find the source. There was nothing, no one. It was well after dark, and all other residents of the town were tucked away in their homes, too scared to even glance outside at the stirring ocean.

You were warned too. Once, twice, more times than you could count, they tried to warn you. And you tried to listen, you truly did. But something pulled you back, every time.

It was the song at first. A sweet, crooning melody that carried into through the open windows of the inn, filling your room with its pleasant tune. You’d peered outside, only to find an empty beach staring back. Still, the song continued, echoing from the stretches of rocks past the shore. It almost drove you mad, resigning yourself to pressing a pillow against your ears to drown out the noise. 

When you asked the innkeeper about it in the morning, he went pale. “Lower your voice, kid.” He whispered harshly, eyeing the other guests eating breakfast two tables away. “Listen, no matter how much you want to find it, leave it be. It ain’t worth it. If you’re hearing the call, that means it's got its eyes on you now. There’s nothing you can do but turn away and pray it finds some other slab of meat to sing to.”

You stared in bewilderment, your words spluttered. “What are you talking about—”

“Hush!” He hissed. “The siren, kid. What else?”

Under no circumstances should you leave after dusk, you were told. The creature rises from the water with the moon, and won’t stop singing until its hunger is sated. You nodded silently, mouth slightly agape. His words, and the urgency he spoke them in, made very little sense, but you swallowed down the rest of your reservations quickly.

That night, you stuffed your ears with cotton and pretended not to hear when the singing rose to a crescendo. 

It took you three, maybe four days to crack. By then, the dark circles around your eyes looked like bruises, and you were snapping at every face that dared to pass you in the halls. It was torturous, it was miserable, and you—

You had enough. 

The sun had just begun to rise by the time you stumbled back, your shoes missing and your head in a daze. One of the staff, an early-riser by the looks of it, balked at your appearance at the foot of the stairs, shooting you a worried look. You smiled thinly. The concern was sweet, but it wouldn’t stop you. Not from leaving to visit the shore again the next night, and the night that followed that, and so forth.

You don't think you could stop yourself if you tried; once you were tempted the first time, he had you—hook, line, and sinker.

As you reach the rocks, you slip your shoes off and leave them on the sand, climbing onto one of the rocks closest to the ocean and dipping your feet into the water. Already, the proximity to the sea seems to soothe some latent ache in your shoulders, filling the absence of something you never knew you were missing.

“You’re back, my dearest. I have been waiting for you.”

The voice cuts through the night as cleanly as a blade, making you jump. You didn’t notice his appearance, not a single splash nor ripple breaking the surface of the water. And as usual, he seemed to take delight in catching you off-guard.

“Hm? What's with that look?” A hand works its way under your chin, tilting it from side to side. Sometime in between your slow blinking, Hugo had pushed up onto the rocks, propped up by the long, slender fish-tail that replaced his lower half. He forced you to face him, giving you a perfect view of his heterochromic eyes—one a pale grey, the other a startling red. “Don't tell me you came all this way not to talk to me?”

“No,” You say slowly, your heart rate rising at his touch. The reaction he seemed to draw out of you was unsettling; no matter how much his silky smooth voice put you at ease, no matter how easily you melted under his touch, your body would always reach like a cornered animal, shaking and pulling away.

You could still smell blood, lingering in the air.

“It's so dry up here,” He sighs, dropping his hand. Your face grows cold, but you bite back the urge to lean into him again. “Come to the water, with me, won't you? I promise I'll keep you close.”

It was the same question, every night. Every night Hugo would draw you in with his song, every night he would meet you at the rocks and shower you with affection, and every night he would ask you to come down into the ocean with him. He would never push, never force, but you always got the uncomfortable feeling that the question was merely an illusion of choice.

The way he looked at you was with an inhuman sort of hunger, his eyes dragging along your body like he was sizing you up to devour you. One of these days, you would break, and one of these days you would sink into the waves. Perhaps that was why he seemed so sure of himself when he asked it; if your resolve was weak enough to come meet him every night in the first place, then it was only a matter of time before it cracks fully, splintering like driftwood.

“I... can't.”

“Surely you’re not still so wary?” His voice was teasing, but there was something sharp to the edge of it. Through a flash of teeth, you caught a faint speck of dried red stuck to his canines.

“I can't swim.” You blurt out suddenly.

“Oh? Are you scared, my dear?” The man—no, the creature murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to the pulse point of your neck. The sensation was feather-light, and yet sent you shivering. You could imagine the fangs hidden beneath his closed lips, a single fold of tissue between their sharpened points and the delicate flesh of your neck. Under his mouth, your heart was beating at the pace of a rabbit.

You felt exposed, raw. A helpless prey animal, caught in the grasp of its natural predator. He was toying with you; and he had to know it. Otherwise, why else would he be holding you so gently, arms circling around your waist with just enough tightness to be uncomfortable, as if he knew exactly how much pressure to apply to snap you in two?

And yet, there was a softness to his touch that you couldn’t ignore, a tender sort of reverence in the way he traced along your skin. It almost made you forget, for just a moment, the sharpness of his teeth. A moment, only a moment is what it took, but it made you falter. There was a voice in the back of your head, crying out—reason, or common sense, or some sort of instinct, begging you to pull away. To run, while your neck wasn’t yet torn to shreds.

Your instincts screamed, but they weren’t what answered him. 

“No,” The words fall out too quickly, too carelessly, as if he has his claws in your throat, pulling them out by force. You can’t stop them, especially not when he’s kissing the taste of them right off your lips before you even have a chance to regret them. “Not of you. Never of you.”

And at that, his eyes soften, and your guard wavers. Because for a moment, it seems like the answer pleases him, an almost genuine smile wrapping across his face. It makes your heart flutter, heat rising over your cheeks. He nods, once, then twice.

“It's okay.” Hugo grins, so wide you can see the traces of blood in his teeth. “Whenever you're ready.”

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[castorizz]

... ❝ MAKING WAVES. ❞ ft. robin x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : your quiet seaside town is surprised with a fresh face: one with a goal in mind, and her eyes directly on you.

꒰ contents ꒱ mermaid!robin x human!reader. kind of a little mermaid au? gn!reader. fluff. wc : 915

꒰ notes ꒱ i don't think i like the way this one turned out but i've been trying to keep this series drabbles :( this is the second part of my mermay series <3

There was a new girl in town.

That fact in itself wasn’t an oddity; Reverie Bay might be just a small town, but its name was firmly fixed as the #17 top destination spot in Dreamscape Monthly’s ‘underrated gems’ ranking. The area saw its share of sightseers flock in every year, eager to visit the famous seaside coves, and bask in the scenic views of the ocean. The place was practically built around its tourist industry, with souvenir shops, and cheap food, and plenty of attractions to keep vacationers entertained.

The presence of a new face wasn’t unusual, but it was the timing that made it strange—right in the middle of the off-season, during a particularly miserable patch of weather. Outside of summer, there were hardly any visitors at all. It made your job—working the counter at the local swim shop—an easy, but boring one, indeed.

When the bell rung overhead, you didn’t even look up from your phone, only calling out a “Hi, welcome to Reverie Surf, let me know if I can help you.” It was almost dusk, with less than an hour to closing time, so whoever had entered was likely just a regular; no need to move from your seat. Either that, or your coworker returning from her break a half-hour late, arriving back just in time to not get scolded by your manager.

“Hello there.” A sweet-sounding, unfamiliar voice calls out. It was much closer than you realized, making you startle. You blink up at the girl, your eyes immediately widening in surprise. “I’m new in town. Could you point me in the direction of somewhere to stay?”

Word of the new girl’s sudden appearance might have spread fast, but nothing could have prepared you for seeing her face to face. She was beautiful, the kind of stunning that left you speechless; soft eyes, soft lips, soft lilac hair tumbling down her back. Her outfit was the typical tourist’s regalia: an ‘I ♡ REVERIE BAY’ t-shirt with denim shorts, completed with a cheap pair of sunglasses resting on top of her head. She looked everything like the typical college student visiting on summer break; a sight that wouldn’t be out of place if it was any other time of the year, and if she wasn’t the most gorgeous person you’d ever seen.

“Hello?” She repeated, a touch of concern crossing her features. “Did you not hear me?”

You snapped out of your daze, face growing hot as you realized how long you’d been staring at her. “Oh! No, sorry, uh… there’s a hotel right by the beach, or–or a bed-and-breakfast if that’s more your style, but the cabins are pretty popular too—”

“Bed-and-breakfast…” The girl echoes, savouring the word like a piece of candy. Her expression is woven with fascination and intrigue, as if you’ve spoken a language she’s never heard before.  “What a novel concept… a bed, and breakfast too.”

“Uh… yeah.” You stumble out. “I-I can show you around if you like. Um… they’re all pretty closeby. If you want, of course.”

The offer sounds feeble, even to yourself. It almost makes you wince, hearing your own words ringing back in your mind, but the girl is unphased. She tilts her head, seemingly in thought, before nodding decisively with her hand outstretched to grasp yours. 

“My name is Robin.” Her smile is almost blinding, warm and bright and stretching across her face. “I would be honoured to have you show me around. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

—

Robin was doing fine. Better than fine, she was thriving.

She never thought life above the surface would suit her much, but feeling the sun—as weak, and cloud-covered as it was—felt nothing short of heavenly. The moment her tail melted away, replaced with two slender limbs extending down her bottom half, all of the scales chipped off too, leaving her skin soft and soaking in the light overhead. The webbing between her fingers was gone, her nails now short and unsharpened, and all of the inhuman features smoothed out to a perfectly normal, human-like face.

It was almost uncanny to peer down at her reflection in the water. So much had changed, and so little at the same time. But she couldn’t ponder over it for too long, she had work to do.

A week, she was given. A single week to sway a human into falling in love. The task itself was simple, but the time-limit made it… difficult. Humans were fussy, and prone to indecision, and love was the most fickle decision of them all. If it was just anyone, she never would have accepted a risky deal like this on such terms, but you weren’t just anyone. If ‘love’ is the goal, then she was already halfway there.

She could still picture you; the feeling of your body pressed close to her chest, wet hair plastered over your forehead; how hard she had fought against the currents to pull you from the depths, how low your limp body dragged down in the tides. And she remembered the moment she broke the surface, hauling you ashore onto the sand. It broke her heart to leave you there, but she couldn’t risk staying, not when she could already hear shouting voices breaking through the night. 

Robin’s breath caught in her throat at the memory. It would be alright. She would reunite, after which ‘love’, as it were, was an inevitability.

It was only a matter of time.

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[castorizz]

... ❝ STILL WATERS (RUN DEEP). ❞ ft. ganyu x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : a simple fisher forms a relationship in the most unlikely of places: the deep, blue seas.

꒰ contents ꒱ mermaid!ganyu. gn!reader. reader is a fisher. fluff. wc : 1173

꒰ notes ꒱ requested by anon! first part of my mermay series <3

“It’s overcast,” The shopkeeper muses. The comment is idle, but it makes you turn, even if you’ve already memorized the shape of the clouds by the time you entered the store. Through the cracked, rattling window panes, you can see a grey sky stretched over the horizon, flocked with clouds.

“It is,” You agree easily, taking the bag in her outstretched hands. Inside is the usual: fresh bread, bait, an assortment of groceries, and a newspaper. By now, she knows to expect your presence each Monday, your order being tweaked only slightly between seasons. It’s always a cordial visit—impersonal yet familiar—and one of your few constants. You treasure it, as mundane as it might be; these days, you can’t count many constants at all.

“I don’t like the look of those clouds. Storms are coming.” The woman leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. You don’t know her name, but she knows her customers well enough to know if anyone needed to be warned of troubled seas, it was you. “Do be careful when you’re out there on the water. High tides and brewing storms are when those… creatures come out.”

“Don’t worry. It’s the off-season.” You smile wryly, dipping your head in a nod goodbye. “No point going out for too long anyway.”

The bell at the door rings as you leave, the chime swallowed up by a rumbling wind. You cast your gaze wearily to the horizon, where the ocean turns over in the distance, restlessly lapping across the shore. The shopkeeper was right; if the signs were to be trusted, a storm was inevitable. You shake your head. There was no reason to pay it too much mind.

“Off-season,” You murmur to yourself, dragging your heels back to your house. It was a quaint little thing, one bedroom, one bathroom, settled right by the beach. For ordinary folk, it was an idyllic place to stay during the holidays, but for a fisher like yourself, it was perfect. Just enough room in the cupboard to store your food, just enough space in the living room to curl up by the window and watch the ocean.

It’s a simple life. A comfortable life, a modest life, but a simple one. That was how the rest of the town perceived you; they knew your name, they knew your face, they knew the corner of the market where you sold fish, and that was about it. There was nothing particularly interesting about you at all, they said—when they spoke of you at all. You were just another face in the crowd, a ubiquitous but unassuming presence in their little seaside community.

Truthfully, people didn’t know nor care much about you at all, and that was exactly the way you liked it. The less whispers carry your name, the less eyes fall on you when you leave your house in the dead of night with a lamp in your hands, tiptoeing towards the shore. Night has fallen heavy by that point, leaving you the only soul present by the beach. 

Almost.

Your solitude is spared by a single ripple, flowing across the surface of the water. Your head snaps to the side, following the movement as it settles over the water, sweeping out until it is swallowed by the waves. It is followed by another, and then another, until you can make out the outline of a head peeking above the top of the ocean.

“You came,” You breathe. The face ducks back beneath the water for a moment, before emerging higher. “Ganyu… Sorry. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Shoes are kicked to the sand, your pants are rolled halfway up your calf, as you wade out into the water. The closer you approach, the more the figure rises out of the water, revealing the torso of a beautiful young woman, with a delicate face you know all too well. She smiles, gently, with that inhuman sort of beauty that turns your blood to ice in your veins. Fear, it must be, instinctual fear of something so abnormal, but you don’t mind. 

“I have been waiting for you.” She says softly. As soon as you are close enough, her hand is reaching out to cup your face, tracing her webbed fingers over your cheekbones. You don’t flinch; the movement is practically routine. She seems to find fascination with your human features, so alike her own, yet so different too. “I missed you. I counted each day since I last saw you. Twenty-one. Each one, I visited the beach and hoped to see you, but you never came.”

“I’m sorry.” You say again, as she clasps her hand in yours and pulls it to her cheek, nuzzling into your knuckles. “I was out of town… visiting family.”

“Ah,” She nods seriously. “Family. Very important.”

The way she says it, you know there is more she is holding back, but you don’t press. She’s always been as turbulent as the ocean when it came to talking about herself; it was a constant push and pull, and ebb and flow of spilling details, then dipping back beneath the surface when she was afraid she said too much. So you didn’t push, you didn’t pry. You let her open up when she saw fit, offering each bite-sized piece of information like it was a treasure just for you.

There’s more to question, after all. The way she only appeared under moonlight was one thing. The scales trailing up her arms like shiny birthmarks were another. And her tail, enormous and beautiful and swaying in the water to keep her afloat, that was the biggest question of them all.

A mermaid: a creature you’d previously thought was nothing more than legend. Perhaps you would have led the rest of your life holding that belief close to your chest, scoffing in private at the superstition of the townspeople, blissfully unaware of what lay just beneath the surface, if it weren’t for the day you found her; all tangled up in one of your nets.

Shock, was your first reaction, but it all melted away when you saw her face. The way she was thrashing was like a wild beast, cornered and afraid, and her expression matched. But beneath it, all you could see was a girl; a beautiful, terrified girl. 

You knew what the people would say. You knew the stories, you knew their reputation. Mer, all of them were dangerous, bloodthirsty beasts, the kind to tear up fishing nets and lure unknowing sailors into lethal depths. You knew that you would be shunned if anyone found out you saved her, but you couldn’t stop yourself. A monster, she might be, but nothing with a face that gentle and a voice that soft could be a danger.

“I missed you.” Ganyu says again, leaning against you to whisper the words against your skin like a promise. The sensation makes you shiver, melting into her arms. 

She was your secret. And you would do anything to keep it that way.

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