#LAME MERMAID AU <3

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(teeth gritted) fish au.

[berylshores]

Have the boys ever encountered someone drowning in the water? If they did what would they do?

they’re the cause of the drowning /hj

It really, REALLY depends on who it is.

The mer-boys are extremely territorial - including over the very few they allow remain in their home. If it’s someone they recognize as ‘theirs,’ then Moondrop would probably make some “discreet” moves to save them, leaving them on the bay confused and tired as all hell.

Sunrise is a little different, as in he’ll just swim right up and grab ya. YOUR problem if you get scared.

anyone else? uhhh. bye.

[ourwrittenstories-arch]

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I will not RP with anime/cartoon/game FC’s (There are exceptions like RE8 chars). I will also not RP with any deceased FC’s

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I can write a lot in my replies (And a lot of it can be unnecessary detail) but don't feel pressured to match my length! Just, please, try to give me something more than two sentences to work with. I don't typically enjoy writing short replies, but I understand muses can be fickle things.

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I don't enjoy pregnancy threads or writing children so I, typically, will steer clear of those types of threads. If our muses have been in a long relationship (and we have been writing partners for a while as well) I may make an exception, but don't come in expecting babies. My girls all have IUD's unless stated otherwise. That being said I am 100% down with the breeding kink.

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If a muse has (unknown) somewhere in their age it means they are old old. Like 100+, so age can be changed if you are uncomfortable with age gap.

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Muses:

Girls:

Inessa Morea

Nicknames: Nessy, Nessa, Ness Age: Unknwon (25) DoB: May 11th Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Forest) Sexual Orientation: Bi-Curious Position: Sub (Potentially verse) Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: Flourist Personality: Sweet, Curious, Oblivious, Playful, Innocent, Devious Face Claim: Candice King ○

Cassia Poole-

Nicknames: Cass, Cassy Age: Unknown (19-24) DoB: November 3rd Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Water(mermaid)) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Sub Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: Student (Robotics and Marine bio-tech)/ Swim coach Personality:Innocent, Nerdy, Hyperactive, Bratty, Playful, Lame Face Claim: Jane Levy ○

 Amara Nyx

Nicknames: Marr Age: Unknown (32) DoB: Oct 13th Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Underworld) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: None/ Sugar baby Personality: Smart ass, Rude, Bitchy, Judgmental, Hateful, Possessive, Affectionate Face Claim: Elizabeth Gillies ○

Laleh Narvaez

Nicknames: Lala Age: 25(600) DoB: Sept 4th Pronouns: She/Her Species:Lamia/Naga Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: Argentina Occupation: Dancer/Jack of all Trades for Freak Show/Snake Charmer(Circus) Personality:Sharp, Sultry, Flirtatious, Seductive, Venomous Face Claim: Eiza Gonzalez ○

Samira Eve

Nickname: Sam, Sammy, Mira Age: (Unknown) 20-23 DoB: June 2nd Pronouns: She/Her Species: Air Nymph Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Verse Romantic Orientation: Panromantic Hometown: Boston Occupation: Thief/Courier Personality: Sarcastic, Smooth, Sassy, Flighty, Unreliable, Persuasive, troublemaker FC: Elisha Applebaum

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Maybelline New-York

Nicknames: May Age: 28 DoB:Sep 17 Pronouns: She/Her Species: Zombie Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Sub Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New Orleans Occupation: None Personality: Shy, Angry, Mute, Hungry, Sassy" Bio: Maybelline has no memory of her life before she had been murdered at the age of 23. Hell, she's not even certain that's her age. Her name came from reading a magazine ad when asked who she was after walking into morgue. Zombies had been a small pest problem for a while now, usually obvious in their appearance and traits, but something inside of May kept her from fully succumbing to the sickness. All she felt was hunger and, after begging the mortician to, promptly sewed her mouth shut and clipped her nails. Now she speaks in sign or with a chalkboard she carries around to communicate. After weeks of study, it was discovered that Maybelline had a tumor that had taken over the majority of her brain, blocking the strain from traveling and taking her over. Face Claim: Camila Mendes ○

Juniper Lee

Nicknames: June, Junie Age:29 DoB: Feb 16th Pronouns: She/Her Species:Witch Sexual Orientation: Straight Position: Submissive Romantic Orientation: Straight Hometown: Seoul until 5 then Massachusetts Occupation:Herbalist/Illusionist Personality:Soft spoken, Kind, Intelligent, Playful, Self Concious, Delicate, unsure Face Claim: Jamie Chung ○

 Barabelle Gunn

Nicknames: Belle, Belly, Bara Age:27 DoB: May 28th Pronouns: She/Her Species: Human Sexual Orientation: Straight Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Straight Hometown: Killin Scottland Occupation: Hunter (supernatural) / Mercenary Personality: Brash, Rude, Sarcastic, Bull Headed, Loyal, Protective Face Claim: Karen Gillan AU Verses-  Resident Evil 8 Verse ○ Leora Brandr Nicknames: Leo Age: Unknown (26) DoB: Dec 21st Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Fire) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: Queens Occupation: Pilot/ Glass Blower Personality: Gentle, Kind, Shy, Short-Fused, Fiery, Passionate Face Claim: Daisy Ridley

Boys:

Carlyle Abrams

Nicknames: Lyle Age:32 DoB: April 16th Pronouns: He/Him Species:Human Sexual Orientation: Straight Position: Top/Dominant Romantic Orientation: Straight Hometown: London Occupation: Private Investigator Personality: Charming,Calm, Kind, Playful, Posessive, Warm Face Claim: Adam Driver ○

Maxwell Ardeleane Nicknames: Max Age: Unknown (31) DoB: January 8th Pronouns: He/Him Species: Elder Vampire Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Top/Dominant Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: Bucharest Romania Occupation: Mob Boss Personality: Charming, Polite, Sarcastic,Dark, Cruel, Posessive." Face Claim: Tyler Hoechlin ○ Syrian Nyx

Nicknames: Syrian Age: Unknown(34) DoB: Oct 13th Pronouns: He/Him Species: Nymph (Underworld) (Alpha) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Top/Dominant Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: Bank CEO Personality:Charming, Egotistical, Posessive, Rude, Dark Humor Face Claim: Oliver Jackson-Cohen ○ Esben Hvit

Nicknames: Esben, Ben, Es Age: 27 DoB: Oct 20 Pronouns: He/Him Species: Were-Raven (Albino) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Vesatile Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Hometown:Seattle Occupation: Famous Writer(Penned under Raven White) Personality:Cocky, Quiet, Shy, Rude, Snarky, Intelligent Face Claim: Lucky Blue Smith ○

Carter Higgins

Nicknames: Carter, Car Age: 24 DoB: June 12 Pronouns: He/Him Species: Human Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Vesatile Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Hometown: Nashville Tenn Occupation: Street/Bar Musician Personality:Sweet, Friendly, Romantic, Goofy, Playful Face Claim: Cody Christian

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Canon characters:

Peter Hale: Teen Wolf

Chris Argent: Teen Wolf

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[rexrandomex]

Hyped for the new Splatoon!

I know for sure some of my characters will be getting redesigns to reflect the new gear and hairstyles. Specifically, Tavian is now going to get the dreads he rightfully deserves and I couldn’t be more happier. I’ve always wanted a dread option for him, and wasn’t completely satisfied with giving him the default ponytail style in 1, and the slick back in 2. It’s so happy for me to finally be able to give Tavian the look he deserves.

Avia I don’t believe will change much due to her having a custom octoling soldier outfit. But who knows? New Octoling armour might look dope on her, we shall see. Her hairstyle won’t change and I doubt her weapon pick won’t either.

Also glad to see a curly hair option for Octolings as well! It’s reminicint of Violet’s hair and the fact a curly haired octo girl was using a hydra like Violet..I immediately lost it. I was gone.

Others time will tell given gear options so they will remain as is for now. Angler 100% will not change as she’s a custom design.

As for coroika stuff...I really, really hope if the manga touches on 3 later down the road and we get some redesigns. Specifically Yellow-Green Team. Rider and co deserve it. I’ve always had this headcanon that Bamboo was secretly a hydra main and seeing a hydra variant shown off in the trailer as the flagship splatling this time around instead of the usual heavy...gives me hope. I can just imagine the new manga arc opening up and the first battle we see of YG team in the new environment they are packing a hydra in their comp. I assume Blazer will have one of the new modded gals (but does bedazzling exist in the Splatlands???). Rider’s dynamo looks the same which is lame. If you’re going to redesign a weapon, at least make the dynamo even more bigger and badass than it already is. If you’re going to give Bamboo a bigger gun to be OP with right out of the gates, you might as well give Rider a bigger OP dynamo roller too. Stealth’s Jet Squelcher I’ll laugh if it gets some horrific dualie modification or the OG Dual Squelcher returns as a new variant of Jet Squelcher (lovable moron will likely forget to use his new subs AGAIN).

Ending on hydra, it’s design got squished and less threatening but I assume that it’s more or less for a looks can be deceiving type thing

As of last summer I have been working on a comic version of a fanfiction I wrote. While I have rough sketched out all pages, I will not be redoing the AU story from scratch to line up with new details in 3. It’s just too much to change with the progress I have so far haha. Instead, future fics about said Mermaid AU will likely retcon and change some things. But the comic as is will be staying true to it’s original fic.

[daminettes]

Sick Day

In which Marinette is feeling a bit under the weather, and her favorite dove helps her out.

hi this au is inspired by @ozmav!!!

The room filled with nasty coughs coming out of marinette’s throat on a loop, her throat ached with every breath she took in. She was covered in itty bitty goosebumps from her neck to her legs, and whenever she tried to move her body it felt like tiny pins and needles were picking at her.

“Angel,” she heard a sweet voice coming from her latch door.

“M-Damian g-good morning,” she tried to say while pushing herself up from her bed.

She instantly regretted that. Her body filled with shooting pain and she winced right on the spot. Damian was quickly right by her side. He slowly placed the back of his hand onto her sweaty forehead.

“Angel, you’re burning up, lay back down love,” He whispered while lightly pushing her down.

“M-ok dove, but please stay i missed your warmth,” He said while holding onto his hand.

Damian’s cheeks quickly gained a light rose tint.

“Of course Angel, Anything for you,”

<3

While Marinette was resting soundly in her chaise, Damian thought it would be a good idea to surprise his sick angel with some sick day necessities. You know the basic blankets, movies, soup, and of course you can’t forget the dreaded medicine.

He quickly but quietly lead himself back up to Marinette’s room and nudged her a little to wake her up without startling her.

“Angel, It's time to wake up,”

“M-Mom five more minutes,”

“Angel, Its me Damian, Look what I have for you.”

Marinette slowly lifted off the blankets that covered her. And what she saw was for sure a sight for sore eyes. Right in front of her stood her boyfriend, her beloved holding goodies for her while wearing a love sick smile across his face .

“What is all this Dami,”

“Well I know you haven’t been feeling well so…. I thought it would be a good idea to get you some stuff to make you feel better,”

“Aw Dami you shouldn’t of have,”

“Anything for you Angel,”

Marinette slowly scooted so Damian could sit right next to her. Before he sat down, he placed a pink fluffy blanket right on top of her, and quickly kissed her hair, and he finally made his way towards Marinette.

Marinette was quick to lay down right next to Damian, He quickly whipped out his laptop and turned on The Little Mermaid.

<3

“Ah what a classic” Marinette said while placing her head onto Damian’s shoulder.

They both rested next to each other, laughing at Ariel’s lame attempt at being normal. The movie quickly came to an end, and Damian had to tell Marinette the worst has yet to come.

“Angel, Please take your medicine, It will make you feel much better,”

“I’m perfectly fine!!” She said while multiple coughs erupted from her throat.

“Ya right perfectly fine, Just take it.”

“Fine. Only because I love you,”

“Fair enough,”

She quickly forced down the poorly flavored cough syrup, leaving her with a disgusted face.

“Aw good girl,” Damian said while patting her head.

“Ya Ya Very funny,”

Damian quickly gathered the medicine bottle and placed it right next to her night stand.

“Come here,” He said while pulling his angel into his chest.

“B-But you’ll get sick,” She whispered.

“Don’t worry, I have a strong immune system,”

“If you say so,”

They both were quick to fall asleep right by each other.

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Extra !!

Marinette: Haha look who’s sick now!

Damian: Shut up your pretty face right now and hand me that cough syrup.

<3

omg hi guys sorry for being so inactive !!! school is really trying to kill me and i have auditions for the nutcracker soon but don't worry after next week ill be able to make new fic thingies more often!!! i have a lot of ideas for some holiday aus !!! so i'm excited for that!! anyways I hope y'all are having a good day!! and daily reminder to stan daminette for clear skin!!

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[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

Things I Don’t Understand Of The Miraculous Ladybug Fandom And Are Kind Of Annoying Even If I Do Them Myself.

Also please note I’m not calling anyone out, it’s just weird when people latch into seemingly the same conclusions for fanon even if there is back up for that in canon.

1. The obsession and fighting about the Love Square. Like, I understand people can get passionate about shipping, but, like… they’re the same 2 characters people are fighting about…

2. Describing Chat Noir suit as “leather”, but no one else, even though it’s extremely clear all of them are of the same material. (I dunno if it has been described that as that in show, but still)

3. Describing the Kwamis as “gods” or “goddesses”, when they have never been called that in-universe. (The closest thing that has been explained about them is in the comics, and their canonicity is doubtful)

4. People that still believe anything That Guy says. I get it that sometimes he says stuff that kinda fit with our own narratives, but he has admitted to lying before (The whole Felix thing), retconned his own opinion (Luka being two years older than Juleka), and threw people under the bus for his own change of decisions (“The miraculous can only be destroyed by cataclysm” is now a translation mistake).

5. People that hate Marinette. Enough said

6. People that “stan” Lila. Or Chloe, really. I have never understood how the “mean girl” character gets popular. Like Audrey in Descendants. She’s a Wolf in Sheep Clothing and should have been thrown at the Island after willingly terrifying the kingdom, but they went the easy route… Sorry, I’m rambling.

7. Using the Lucky Charm as a tool for angst. Ladybug has multiple times detransformed mid battle to recharge and try again… Hell, she did it in The Bubbler, which is one of the first episodes, yet is a common plot for Angsty Fics that she detransforms and now the changes are irreversible.

8. Making the Miraculous super OP. I get that some of their powers are disappointing and kind of lame compared to the akumas, and even each other (I’m watching you, Pollen), but giving them all the powers that can fit their theme is not the solution, and it honestly would get hella boring if they had New Powers As The Plot Demands.

9. Likewise, I don’t remember really being a “tier” of Powers. Sure, the box was designed that way for some reason, but we don’t know that reason, and a couple of the “third” tier seems more powerful than the ones on the second, and even than the first. The only thing I remember is that the Ladybug and the Black Cat Miraculous are considered the most powerful because of their capability to bend reality and grant a wish, not because they are particularly powerful on their own.

10. The Aus that end up having nothing to do with the show other than sharing the names with some characters. Don’t get me wrong, I love Aus, and there are some that are hella interesting with different settings and relationship etc. But there are some that are so far removed from canon that it would make more sense to make them Original Fiction, like:

“AU were Adrien is the son of Tom and Sabine, so he’s half Chinese, but he looks more like his mom, so he has Black hair and grey eyes, and looks Chinese, and he’s growing up to be a baker. But they’re in a fantasy medieval world. Chloe is the Elf princess that was also his childhood friend and sees him as a brother. Lila is the Mermaid princess of a rival kingdom and has her eyes on the baker, for reasons I’m not going to explain. She’s also Kim’s brother. Gabriel is the father of Chloe. Marinette is one of the knights, and is friends with Prince Kim. She’s also blonde and brave and loud and kind of rude, and likes archery”

I am exaggerating, but in case I’m plagiarizing someone’s work, I’m sorry.

[xgardensinspace]

Hi! For the drabble asks: 3, 15, 1 with Rivyan please? Thank youuuu - neil-neil-orange-peel ❤️

Hi hi, lovely! :DThank you for patiently waiting for your fic! x3 I think it turned out super cute and rather silly or funny at times :) I hope you enjoy it and that it warms you up a little in these cold times :’D

Neil-Neil requested a Rivyan (TYO) fic with AU 3: Pirate AU, Situation 15: Stuck in a Cave, and Sentence 1: “I never expected to meet you here…”

Under the cut! c:

When a shipwreck happens…who’s to blame? The Captain? Perhaps the Navigator? Or losers from the crew? Well, in this case I think we can blame the Boatswain and- What even is that, you ask? Well, the Boatswain, or bosun, is the person in charge of keeping the ship prepared for travel and battle. You know…making sure the ropes, vessels, sails, wood and canvas, etc. are in top shape and ready for the journey. What’s that? Battle accidents cause shipwrecks, you say? Oh heavens…not this time they didn’t! The scumbags in this ship are complete and utter bastards! They can’t even get into proper battles anyways. The Captain is more worried about finding some fit mermaids at sea; the Navigator is too worried about keeping the peace with everyone; the Master Gunner (in charge of firing cannons) always sets things on fire; and the Boatswain is a bloody poof that left the ship in shabby shape! On this particular day, the Master Gunner decided it would be a good idea to shoot a cannonball at a seagull because it kept eating his kebabs…Before anyone could yell “AHOY!” everything went EVERYWHERE, and the ship was destroyed in a mad explosion.

Parts of the ship floated at sea, but most had disintegrated after the “accident”. Some wooden planks made it to the beach coast of the island nearby, and some even carried pirates afloat to the shoreline. On a specific hunk of wood, Vyvyan, the Master Gunner, sat and rowed towards land. Using none other than one of the ship’s topmast or…the bowsprit, WHATEVER…he basically steered towards land with SOME ROD in hopes to make it out of this situation alive.

As if this were a theatre production…when Vyvyan stepped down on land, a rumble of lightning struck about 2 miles away from his location. “Blimey…” he says under his breath and then takes out a map from inside the secret pocket of his grey, patched vest. Vyvyan is not the best at reading maps by a landslide…but he wanted to figure out if he at least could recognise what island he might be on. He turned the map up, down, around and to the sides, finally finding the last location on the map that he recalls Captain Mike pointing out to Neil (the Navigator) a few miles into the voyage. After some calculations and a full minute of maths, Vyv gets BORED and decides he sort of pinpointed his current location; then again it doesn’t really matter because the only thing he can think of is, “I wonder if there’s any hidden treasure in this stinking island!” Vyvyan looks at the sun and puts his hand out at arm’s length. He determines there is about 3 more hours left of sunlight…although that probably means there’s only like…an hour and a half tops; so Vyvyan begins his journey for booty hunting…and no lame jokes, please.

Vyvyan walks away from the ocean and trips on some bramble…or tree roots? Whatever the case, he quickly gets up, takes out his cutlass and aims it angrily at the trees and shrubs he tripped on. “Back off, you bastards!” he proceeds to attack them a bit, when another strike of lightning startles him. So instead he puts his weapon away and looks through the bushes and underneath the roots for a secret X mark on the sand but is gutted to find only a dodgy crab. Soon after, the sky begins to get cloudy…and fast, so the hours of daylight now become about 15 minutes and counting. Vyvyan remains persuasive, so he continues to plunder for treasure when suddenly a wave of rain pours down on him quickly soaking his map. “Ahhhh, BOLLOCKS! Just what I bloody needed!” More thunder. “Guess I should look for some shelter if I don’t want to get pneumonia again, huh?.” He sighs angrily and stomps deeper into the fauna of the island, wishing he hadn’t lost his flask of rum.

After what seems like a thousand hours, and however many times he circled the same tree, Vyvyan finally sees the edge of some huge rock structure-

 “A CAVE!”

Ok sure…a cave; so Vyvyan sprints towards it in hopes that it will be dry and big enough for his spiky hair…which is no longer spiky because he’s rather drenched at this point.

Vyvyan reaches the cave, and takes out his cutlass again, proceeding to whack everything around the cave…checking for unwanted guests…and then cutting dead branches off trees nearby to bring inside the cave. SMART. Vyvyan then carries all the wood his arms can carry, walks inside the cave and-WHACK!

“OWWW! BASTARD, what the ruddy HELL!?” Vyvyan yells, dropping all the firewood he’d just collected. Vyvyan thinks maybe he just got hit in the head with  a broad, sturdy…log? And he’s rather angry about it.

“Don’t get close! Back off!” A high pitched voice yells in return, but Vyvyan can’t see who the voice belongs to because this individual has retracted deeper into the cave.

“Oh shush…You can’t tell me what to do.” He takes a step towards the voice. “Now tell me who’s out there!” Vyvyan demands and hears a swing.

“I said back off! Don’t make me take out m-my dagger!” The voice turns nervous and Vyvyan suddenly-

“Wait, Prick? Is that you?”

“My name is not Prick! It’s RICK!” he yells defensively.

“Whatever you say, PRATT!”

“Ugh…” Rick is gutted; but he knows who has joined him in the cave now. “…only Vyvyan called me by those names.” He says under his breath, bringing his heavy branch down.

“I never expected to meet YOU here out of all the crew on deck…” Since Vyvan no longer feels threatened, he begins to whistle and assemble the damp (WET, actually…) wood in a pile to make a fire.

“Wha-? You thought I died in the shipwreck?” Rick says glumly and starts to feel for the walls and the floor - it’s getting too dark at this point for him to know where his stuff is anymore. 

“Honestly, Pratt…YES.” Vyvyan replies smugly and wishes Rick could see his smile right now.

“Ha.Ha. That’s very funny, Vyvyan. What a WICKED, good joke. Bravo!” He finally grabs at the DRY branches he gathered earlier (when he saw the dark clouds getting closer…because Rick seems to be the smarter pirate lad of the two), and then throws them in Vyv’s direction; hitting him with a log or two in the process (definitely on purpose).

“Quit it, you poof!” Vyvyan rambles angrily at the direction that the branches came from.

“Oh Vyvan, please…those branches you brought in are probably much too wet to get a fire going, you nutter.”

“I KNOW THAT!” Vyvyan blushes at the silly nickname so he yells in retaliation to Rick. “I was going to… dry them by…” and he trails off because he knows Rick is right. So he violently grabs for the dry branches and makes a proper pile with those. He proceeds to strike a couple of rugged stones to get a spark, until he finally gets a flicker going on the dry leaves of the branches. He feels pretty proud of his success- and FINALLY there’s some bloody light. Vyvyan then arranges the wet branches around the fire in hopes that they will begin to dry off with the heat so that they have some more firewood for later.

“Wow, look…you’ve succeeded in doing the ONE thing you know how to do, Vyv.” Rick says smugly and gets closer to the fire to warm up. Rick doesn’t shoo Vyvyan out of HIS cave now that he’s managed to start a fire for him. He doesn’t even kick him out either….to be perfectly honest, Rick is kind of glad for the company and the idea that he isn’t the only surviving member of his crew that made it to this island. It’s Rick’s secret, but let’s be honest…we already know he was probably crying and whining before Vyvyan reached the cave. Now the fragile chap has someone to share his dumb complains with.

“Shut up, girlie…lighting things on fire is my specialty, ok.” He can finally see Rick’s dumb face…with that tattered outfit composed of too many stripes clashing in black and white…with that STUPID poofy red neckerchief that just contrasts so nicely with the paleness of Rick’s neck and…

Ermmm…At least he can pick out colours, Vyv thinks.

As Rick gets closer and closer to the fire, the rain starts to intensify again, and the rumbling in the sky begins to sound off closer.  “Oh please, Vyvan…you’ve failed at setting things on fire before. Don’t think I don’t know it was YOU that fired that cannon at the seagull.” Rick is proud to show the first smug smile to be seen in the light.

“Oh boo-hoo. Maybe if you’d kept the ship in a proper state, YOU WANKER…things wouldn’t have SHATTERED when that cannon went off!” Vyvyan isn’t yelling, I assure you. He just sort of raises his voice to prove his point.

“Well ruddy heck, Vyvyan! It’s not MY fault that the other sailors were being unfair and totally unhelpful at sea.”

“Oh Rick, shut up…can we just agree it was both of our faults then? I don’t have the energy to be arsed about this ridiculous mess.” And then the bloke sits next to Vyvyan, making his nose do some awkward noises…

“What? Don’t give me that look Vyvyan…I’m just getting close to keep us warm…don’t make this weird” he says in his defense and continues; “So what are we going to do about foo-”

CRASH!

Lightning -and a loud one. It landed so close to them, startling the heavens out of Rick…who is now  holding onto Vyvyan’s arm tightly. He stares down at Rick with wide eyes so Rick begins to loosen his grip on his arm out of fear.

“Oh, s-sorry I-”

BOOM!

Another one, and now Rick is hugging Vyvyan for dear life. Vyvyan freezes…and actually sort of enjoys the embrace. It makes him feel soft and warm inside…but a different kind of warm to the one provided by the fire; so Vyvyan sort of lays his hand on Rick’s back and goes on to tease a little.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of some teensy lightning, you poof.” He finally lets Rick see his smug smile and chuckles a little.

“I-I’m not! I was just startled by the suddenness!” he begins to back off from Vyvyan’s body, but is brought in closer by Vyvyan’s arm, now wrapped around his shoulders.

“Then why are you hugging me, you girlie?”

“Vyvyan…p-please.” He begins to blush. “You’re clearly the one keeping me in a hug.”

“It’s to keep us warm, nutter…don’t make it weird.” Vyvyan mocks and leans his back on the stone walls, relaxing.

They sit some time in silence, with the exception of the rain falling and the thunder in the distance. They’re not upset, oh laddies no…they’re sort of just embracing one another in a loose side hug. Back in the ship, these two only pestered each other and ran around the ship bickering…but this setting was much more intimate, quiet and carefree. It gave the boys a chance to sort of overlook the stress of sea travel…even though this was their first trip on board. The fire is crackling, and at some point Rick lets out a yawn, so Vyvyan brings up the topic of food again. Neither one of them has provisions, but they agree to go searching for something in the morning. After they spoke of their plans of gathering food and how they could potentially get rescued, they began to ask each other questions about life, embarrassing moments, and their favourite sailor tools for travel. Since they hadn’t really spoken about personal matters in the ship, they got to learn about each other on a personal level that seemed so unfamiliar, yet extremely refreshing; it was very nice. 

A few hours probably went by, the fire began to deaden, and Rick seemed to start dozing off. At this point, Rick was laying on Vyv’s belly, and Vyvyan was just sort of brushing his hand against Rick’s hair…making it easier for Rick to feel relaxed and sleepy after a wacky day filled with startles. Vyvyan didn’t mind…his bottom was sore from sitting on the hard floor, but he kept scratching at Rick’s head, soothing him. A few moments later, Rick had fallen fast asleep and Vyvyan peacefully listened to the soft pit patter of the gentle rain on the leaves and trees outside. When the fire finally died out, Vyvyan must have surely moved a little to lay down and use his vest as a pillow to prop his head on; but quite frankly, it was too dark in the cave to see anything anymore…so who bloody knows what might have happened next, but let’s hope it was as lovely as that cheeky neckerchief Rick was wearing.

[preux-chevalier]

for ask thingy: L E M O N :) 🍋🍋🍋

the lemon... is in play

L: Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. [Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there’s no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character you hate.]

Peter Jakes from Endeavour is, in his own way, a tremendous success story. He overcame a LOT of baggage and while I don’t necessarily like him most of the time, when his full story was revealed I grew to appreciate him a lot more than I had before.

E: Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Very rarely outside of casual conversations with friends in the fandom, but among my fandom buddies I’m kind of known for my ability to swing rapidly between gutwrenching angst and ridiculous crack. Deke/Enoch for Agents of SHIELD. The original version of the mermaid au for Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. I don’t remember any off the top of my head for Cabin Pressure that were specific to me, but I distinctly remember being involved in Immortal Snoopadoop and Martin’s freckly accidental nudes.

M: Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

There are quite a few that I’d love to hang out with, but Bertie Wooster is such a sincerely wonderful friend to people in his canon - most of whom do not return the favour. His cheerful outlook on life and flair for words would be good for me, and I like to think that I’d be basically the one person who actually listens to him.

O: Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Spotify shuffle gives me Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin. That one’s unquestionably Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, from Phryne’s point of view. Although, fun fact, the music video actually features an actor from another one of my fandoms - Iain de Caestecker from Agents of SHIELD.

N: Name three things you wish you saw more in your main fandom [or a fandom of choice].

I’m going to be lame and just do things I want to see more of in general, since I don’t really think I have a main fandom?

1. Amicable exes. Not every relationship ends in fire and brimstone, and way too often exes are demonized for no other reason than to give the preferred ship a hurt/comfort opportunity. I know it’s not always possible to do amicable splits, like in situations where there’s canonical cheating, but... not every relationship ends in cheating or abuse. The ex is a person too. If you’re not treating every character you write as a three dimensional person with their own wants and needs in life, you’re doing a disservice to your writing.

2. If the characters are weird people... let them be weird. This character is a super spy? Show me random paranoid habits they don’t even think about anymore that would be absolutely bizarre to a normal person. Another character is an athlete? They’re probably eating a very strange diet by normal standards, whether in terms of quantity or nutrition. A character has Opinions about personal space? They’re probably never going to sit on a couch of their own volition. Stuff like that. It doesn’t need to go so far that you’re basically writing an alien, but like... people are weird! The weird parts of characters are why we love them so much!

3. This one is just something I personally love, but there are NEVER enough new-relationship fics for me. Like, they’ve already done the getting-together part, but they’re still kind of growing into the realities of being in a relationship. The specific awkwardness of that situation is like catnip to me. Are we telling people yet? What do I refer to you as, if we are? At what point is it just assumed I’m staying the night? Do I leave a spare toothbrush at yours? Can I kiss you in public? All those beautiful awkward questions. *flaming elmo*

[rueitae]

2018 Fic Roundup

I did this last year and it was nice to do some self reflection and make some goals for 2019. I encourage all my writer friends to do this! No tagging necessary, just tell each other to do it. <3

It’s long, so putting the rest of the fic and reflection questions under the cut.

Stats:

Fics Posted (Gen): 6

Space Birthday (9,595 words): Hunk can feel it in his bones; it’s his birthday. He wants to have a nice one... and does... after accidentally raiding a Galra outpost with Lance and Pidge.

Pilot (4,340): Shiro finds himself in a different reality post s2. Here, the mechs are called Gundams. (Shiro in the Gundam Wing universe/reality)

Code (7,321): Pidge and the others keep fond memories of Earth through oldies musical trivia. It comes in handy on a mission.

Self Insert (6,357): Lance reads a story to his niece and nephew on the eve he leaves for school at the Galaxy Garrison. The kids have Opinions on how it should go.(i totally still need to change their names to the canon ones)

Too Soon and Not Soon Enough (1,796): Keith is 13 and is supposed to go to the Galaxy Garrison next year at Shiro’s encouragement. Until the Galra invade and plans change.

Welcome to the Neighborhood (2,237): Allura gets used to being not dead and that includes meeting her cosmic neighbors.

Fics Posted (Plance): 17

Wrong Diamond (2,384): Gentlemen thief AU. “At midnight, I will steal the heart of Voltron,” the note says. Pidge has a thief to catch.

Diamond in the Rough (8,045): prequel to Wrong Diamond. How they meet!

Road Trip (4,710): Lance and Pidge are back on Earth. Zarkon has the others and the two are on the run from a bureaucratic Galaxy Garrison that doesn’t want the world to know about aliens yet. Oh, and Lotor is with them.

Exsanguination (16,255): Pidge is a vampire hunter captured by Haggar. She finds some unlikely help in the vampire’s similarly undead servant.

Power Up! (3,500): Pidge is on the cusp of finding out where Zarkon is holding her father using less than legal methods. She’s caught in the act by her lab partner (Lance, a superhero in training).

Plance on Ice (2,300): A figure skating AU! Pidge and Lance are former competitive partners having a date free time on the ice

Being Plance (3,900): Pidge and Lance pull a personality switch prank over on the rest of the team. Canon verse.

Keeping Cool (3,098): Mermaid AU! Pidge is in trouble with pirates and gets some unexpected help from the sea.

The Cake (839): Canon verse, Lance gets a cake for his birthday and assumes it’s from Hunk.

Frostbite (6,109): Pidge is a renowned super villain. Lance is a hero in training with something to prove. Lance over uses his powers one day and Pidge has some soul searching to do.

Crystal Clear (5,516): Another superhero AU. Lance is captured by his arch nemesis. They have a heart-to-heart, taunt, and flirt.

The Secrets of Beasts (2,007): AU canon verse. Years down the road, Green keeps Pidge from going on a mission with the others. It takes Kosmo to find out why.

See You Yesterday (8,132): Lance works nervously as a bartender for a 1920s mafia when all he wanted to do was leave the farming life. One night he gets a strange patron who changes his life - and his perspective of the world. Time travel AU

Shot Through the Heart (1,087): post canon AU. Lance and Pidge keep Nadia and Sylvio entertained.

Seasons of Magic (11,744): Pidge is a mage. Lance is her dragon familiar. Series of domestic-ish one shots. Not in sequential order.

Between Rocks and A Hard Place (8,144): Canon verse. Pidge and Lance are trapped due to a caved-in mine, with pirates waiting for them on the other side. And Pidge is hurt.

Cow-parent Trapped (1,099): s8 canon continuation. Pidge visits Lance at the farm and does not expect Kaltenecker to make them talk to each other.

Lotura 1

Birthday Prompt #5 (5,500): Oh gosh I never named it. Fantasy AU in which Lotor is essentially Rapunzel and Allura is Aurora with a better (depending on who you ask) birth-prophesy. Tiny hint of Shallura in this as well.

Collaborations: 3

First Encounters for the (Altean Plance AU): Pidge is an independent noblewoman and Lance is her bodyguard. Writing done with @hushman and @pidge-suggestions

To Sail, To Break, To Earn (Plance - 10,268): Lance is a pirate and Pidge is a mermaid. There’s also a curse involved. With @sp4c3-0ddity

It’s Beginning to Look a lot Like A Christmas Carol (Plance- 14,384): post s8 canon verse with @hailqiqi and @sp4c3-0ddity. Exactly as the title says. Lance is the subject of a ghostly intervention. Crack treated seriously.

Fey AU (Plance): with @vivalachocolate this was @sp4c3-0ddity ‘s prompt to Viva but I was nosy and added a chapter and I’m so glad she wasn’t mad at me for it. 😅

Ship/Character breakdown:

Ship breakdown:

I guess the 17 Plance fics speak for themselves. I did write one Lotura fic as a special birthday prompt because @ritsykitty is such a good friend.

Character breakdown:

I have a gen fic for each Paladin, but then the Plance fics outnumber those, so Lance and Pidge would be my go to.

Characters that had the main focus:

So for character POV, each Paladin has one, then within Plance, Pidge has 12 and Lance has 7. Interesting, I thought it was more even. Hunk had a POV in a Plance fic too briefly!

Specifics:

Best/worst title?

Best title: Urgh I liked a lot of them. Too Soon and Not Soon Enough probably. I like how it summarizes the story without telling you how, but by the end you know.

Worst title: Seasons of Magic aka I tried to come up with a clever title when I realized I wasn’t done with it. It’s so bland to me. I’m also basically trying to rebrand from mage/familiar AU. I don’t think it’s working 😅 (not that I care I’m trying to make it easier to reference but I’m too late)

Best/worst last line?

Best: “I love you too, Pidge,” he [Lance] says, nestling her head to his chest and not bothering to correct her. “You’re the best nemesis a hero could ask for.” - I love that line so much, from Crystal Clear. Enemies to lovers is such a good trope.

Worst: Pidge groans. At this rate her double life is definitely doomed to unravel. - for how much I love Frostbite, I really hate how lame it ends. Like I totally could have said that better or continued the scene a bit but I am LAZY.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I wrote waaaaaaay more than expected. I figured I’d write something every few months. Now I can write a 2k fic in a setting if I’m on game.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

I was just doing gen fic last year, never would I have expected to be so taken by Plance that it became my main muse.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Honestly? Probably Pilot. It was one of my earliest VLD fic ideas to do a Gundam Wing crossover and to actually finish a one shot early in the year (when I was still dipping my feet into fandom again) just made me so so happy. I still smile thinking about the continuation possibilities. One of my favorite parts of Shiro’s character is that he is the ace pilot. Because of Keith’s role that sometimes gets overshadowed. I was so pleased to get to highlight that.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

On Ao3, that would be Exsanguination. No surprise there, it was my first posted Plance fic and I continued it.

On Tumblr it’s First Encounters, the first of the Altean Plance AU based on the art and headcanons. I was just struck with a clear opening image one afternoon and wrote it all right then and there. I had no idea it would be so well received.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

Space Birthday. It may have been a bit of a mess since it was my very first VLD fic, but it has everything I love. Hunk bonding with an ‘enemy’ over cooking, Team Punk, Plance in distress, Hunk saves the day thanks to mechanics. Also heartfelt stuff with Keith. And he’s the only Paladin besides Lance to get an actual birthday themed fic from me.

Story that could have been better?

I really hate to say Wrong Diamond, but I totally could have done much better with it. It feels skimpy. Probably why I am still writing in the AU.

Sexiest story?

Ha. That would be a tie between Crystal Clear and Exsanguination. The first I actually tried and the second completely by accident. I’m not sure it worked though.

Saddest story?

All my sad fics have a bit of crack to them. Pilot is pretty melancholy. Crystal Clear has a good Plance argument that gets heated. Road Trip in general though might take the cake. It’s full of angst amid some humor due to the premise.

Most fun?

Shot Through the Heart in terms of tone.

Story with single sweetest moment? Space Birthday

"Uh, Keith, hold up a tic."

Confused, Keith turned back around. "What?"

Hunk rubbed the back of his neck. "So uh, you know we're friends right? Like, I meant what I said we're like brothers. We're tight. I mean, we share a mind inside of a giant robot."

Keith blinked, clearly surprised. "Yeah, I kinda got that from the hug you gave me back then. It was nice," he said with a smile. "And we work well together."

"Yeah so - wait what? No, I'm supposed to be giving you the pep talk here."

"It's fine, Hunk. I'm doing important work and so are you. I already had this talk with Allura."

"Oh. Well, what I'm trying to say is that we're friends. I care a lot about you and your feelings. So if I say something that's weird or you don't like, you gotta tell me. I'm a terrible and nosy person and I'm sorry."

Keith stood silent, processing the words, and then smiling. "I've accepted the side of me that's Galra," he said simply. "It's still a little weird, but I've always had this feeling that something didn't add up." He smiled a bit. "I don't mind a question or two, but I'm still learning myself."

"Deal, no Galra questions for a while then. Just as long as you come visit more often, okay? We all miss you.

"...hug it out?"

Keith snorted and obliged into Hunk's waiting arms. "Always."

Hardest story to write?

I struggled with the ending to Exsanguination. It took forever to come to me.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

I wrote The Secrets of Beasts in one setting and I still can’t believe how easily it came out. I blame the Plance discord folks for putting everyone on a baby craze.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

Not particularly? I write based on my existing understanding of the characters and nothing really surprised to that note.

Most overdue story?

Welcome to the Neighborhood. I wanted to write that Allura gen fic all year (as I wanted one for all the Paladins) and I hoped s8 would give me the motivation. It was not worth the cost.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Collaborations! And participating in a zine! And signing up for events (exchanges and bangs)! I learned that it’s not that scary. People are chill and so easy to get along with. Also the task isn’t as daunting as I think of it’s an idea I love.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

This is hard because I’m already doing above and beyond what I ever expected to be doing writing wise. I suppose it will be to finish my gen fic since I’ve been writing a lot of plance lately.

[bleusarcelle]

For the writer's ask game? 8, 9, 18, 30, 38, 39.....ok I need to stop. I want to ask so many!!! ❤️

8) Oldest WIP

…………………………dude

Um, hang on lemme check???? DO DROP WIPS COUNT??? immaguess that no, they don’t count.

Imma do of 2018, since 2017 im ashamed of them all lmao.

The oldest WIP is a fic inspired by @softklanceday posts about fallen star Keith who falls for the guardian of fallen stars that is Lance and doesn’t want to go back to the sky and wants to stay with lance instead.

It was like half way done tbh? But I got stuck and….boop :// It was dropped sadly :c

It’s still on my draft folder so…there’s hope that I might pick it up someday.

9) Current WIP

WEEEEEEEEEEEELL!!

Putting aside commissions and zine; I have the Legendary Station Chap 7 and Black Eyes Chap 8, both WIPS.

And a bunch of others…that are half done or just ideas written down…I have a “smut one” im pretty sure I will never finish LMAO.

18) If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

Oh man, I love collab-ing with my friend @queerklancing :D We have so much fun collab-ing and moving a story forward without knowing where it will go since we don’t plot about it!! OH I WISH, I WISH WE COULD WRITE A FIREFIGHTER AND DOCTOR KLANCE AU, BOY OH BOY WOULD I BE HAPPY. *side eyes* (if this ask gets 350 notes, we write it, make it happen guys come on, she can’t say no to that)

(I’m kidding, don’t get it to 350 notes, lmao, she already has too much on her plate

I have collab-ed with @vulpes–vulpes too! Amazing written with so much depth man, their writing is amazing and super good. So well written.

Who would I love to collab with? Oh man, I can’t really say since I’m shy and tbh I wouldn’t have any ideas? Maybe just write a classic troope like mermaid + pirate au, or college au or IDK SOMETHING LIKE THAT hfkdshfkjsdhfks

30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

Answered! It’s the FBI Au where Lance is an undercover agent in a college, investigating rumors about a murderer around and think Keith is the murderer but ends up falling for him lmao.

38) Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

Answered! But an office au where lance shares snacks with keith after a santa exhange and keith gets nothing :3

39) Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

….none? Back when I did OC I was pretty basic lmao. I was so lame.

And since I started writing Voltron I haven’t really written Original stuff, so I havent really done character concepts :c

[theredpaladin101]

y’all did not disappoint me with throwing ideas at me

@dragoncrazy122@gmail.com - Okay so I’ll start off with the first one up top about the wing person stuff (I love winged people they be cool) so just to clarify these would be Pidge x Keith and Hunk x Lance with Hunk and Pidge having the wings? 

Anonymous 1 - Keith hugging his mom? You are right, there is never too much of that 

Anonymous 2 - I’m assuming by “Lil spoon Keith” that you want them cuddling (cause honestly i want that too)

Anonymous 3 - Hell fucking yeah I’ll do a witch au (have to do research for ideas cause i’m lame) but fuck yeah doing that

@violet-queens-blog - Same dude

@bunnyowo - MORE MERMAID SHIT LET’S DO THIS

@alalexa-wow - Sadly it took me five minutes to figure out what you meant by “that one scene in season 6″ (i’m slow when i wake up i’m sorry) buuuut I love this idea and it might take me awhile cause it’d be a comic (no idea if it’ll be colored or not but it most likely will be)

@terrable-nyte - Oooo that sounds fun 

@quena-chan - Hmmm I might do this one (it’ll have to be with Lance’s family probably cause I don’t know what Hunk’s looks like - so it might be a klance thing with Lance bringing Keith and Krolia along with Allura and Coran since the others went off to their families) 

So there we go! Don’t know what’ll come first, but I’m thankful for all these awesome ideas cause I was brain dead since the Half-Breed Thieves things

[peekaboo-parker]

Lucky, Unlucky- Peter Parker x Mermaid!Reader (1)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Requested By: Oh, I wonder... Summary: He’s never caught a fish in his life before, despite his countless efforts to come early in the morning before the sun rises. But today’s his lucky day... he doesn’t know that he isn’t going to catch just any fish.  Warnings: Mild language my childrens. This is for mature audiences, because the editing mistakes in this story may be distressing to some. (Don’t worry, it’s not for mature audiences, I was just trying to do a lame joke. I’m sorry you had to endure that.) Author’s Note: This is quite obviously a Mermaid AU, so I really hope you enjoy, my dear frens! 

Also, yes this is my moodboard! My first one!!  SO if you’d not only like to request for a story, but a moodboard just give me an ask and I’d be so freaking happy to make one for you! The title is under the picture because I’m using the Photo thing, not Text thing, in order to make the picture a bit more high quality.

Anyways, enjoy!!!

Note: H/C= Hair Colour E/C= Eye Colour

Masterlist

The light of the rising sun kissed the horizon as Peter was yet to get a catch. He sat on the edge of the small peer, his bare feet dangled just tickling the top of the cold water.

He hoped to catch a large barramundi or perhaps the many small silver fish that always glistened underneath the water.

For the millionth time that early morning, he sighed as the colourful object at the end of his line bobbed with the still waves. He bent over for a moment to refold the bottom of his sweatpants.

There was never a sign of human-life so early in the morning. It was peaceful. But then again it was too peaceful.

A bird flew down and landed right next to the young man, ruffling its feathers. Peter flinched at the close proximity of the small animal. It pecked the ground before sharply looking up at him.

“No, the bait’s not for you. Sorry bird... Mr Seagull,” He grinned softly at the name he gave the bird and turned away from it, looking back at the bobbing sinker.

Mr Seagull tilted his head and made a tiny, throaty squawk.

Peter turned to the feathery creature and made a face at it. “I told you. It’s not for you. If you’re skilled enough to catch a fish for me then take all the bait you want, but other than that, I guess you’ll just have to wait with me till I catch one.”

It shook its feathers again and waddled to the edge of the deck, laying its body down as if it were keeping an egg underneath it. Peter’s eyes widened at the creature, stunned by its intelligence.

Slowly, he twisted back around to the fishing line, slouching his shoulders he held onto the last bit of hope inside him. He’d been out there a while now. If nothing was coming then what was the point of him being there any longer?

PLoP...

“Huh?!” Thanks to his spider-senses, he took a strong hold onto his rod, as it suddenly jerked forward almost sending him over into the water. A hot, gasp of a laugh escaped his lips as he stood up and began to pull and reel in the fish. It was a heavy one, he could feel it tugging the other way. His hands circled in the reel for moment before pulling at the rod and repeating the action a few times. Beads of sweat began to form, even with the coolness of the breeze hitting his soft cheeks.

Mr Seagull stood up suddenly and began squawking loudly. It bounced on the spot and flapped its wings with excitement.

A groan vibrated against the boy’s throat as he tightened his grip on the rod and pulled again, hard. He gritted his teeth as a ball of sweat rolled down the side of his face, reaching his chin in no time.

“Shit,” He muttered under his breath, “This one’s... really got some strrrength.”

With one last grunt he pulled upward, revealing… fingers? His brows furrowed for a moment as he reeled and pulled again, revealing a hand.

“Oh. My...”

A H/C object began to rise from the water, suddenly revealing beautiful E/C eyes.

He dropped his rod subconsciously, entranced by the shy creature staring right back at him. Mr Seagull gave a hearty squawk as the rod hit the deck with a loud thud, causing the bird to fly up into the air. Peter couldn’t move. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Neither could you. A real human? Your soft hand gripped the sinker, curiously fiddling with it, making sure not to latch onto the sharp hook.

“H-Hi—”

Your head was just merely out of the water before he had spoken, and you hurriedly pushed yourself back under. Your heart pounded. The human spoke!

After a moment of silence, you peeked up again, only letting your eyes emerge. The human was still staring at you, with these big, brown eyes, that you just couldn’t seem to shake off.

“H-Hey you don’t have to hide...” He spoke softly and slowly, allowing you to process and familiarise with him. Both his voice and his eyes seemed to hold sincerity. “I-uh- I-I’m, I’m, I’m Peter.”

Bubbles popped by your face, squirting into your eyes, as you repeated his name below the water. You watched intently, as he began to lower himself, curling those legs of his under him and he sat. The seagull had followed the human’s actions and lay down just beside him, keeping one eye on your figure.

No thought had come through your actions; you couldn’t stop yourself as you cautiously moved toward the two, keeping only your eyes above the water, and holding tightly onto the sinker. The Peter human seemed to smile sweetly as you approached him. It was contagious, you couldn’t help but smile back, though he hadn’t seen the emotion until you had come a little closer, letting the rest of your head rise out from the salty liquid.

Your eyes trailed down from his large eyes down to his lips that held the shape of an ‘o’. You raised from the water a little more, uncovering the light pinky-purple scales that adorned your S/C skin; across your neck, under your collarbone and over your shoulders.

The gasp that he had held inside his throat had finally been let out, as you stared at him intently. He was mesmerised by your skin, yearning to feel the scales that were now glistening under the soft sunlight that began to creep ever so slowly over the horizon.

Mr Seagull cooed as your figure came to a stop just a half a metre away from the dock. You were so close.

“Is this a dream?” Peter asked unwillingly aloud.

With a hesitant, shy shake of your head you smiled up at the human and responded with the most angelic voice Peter had ever heard in his life. “Only if you want it to be.” You spoke. He was having a conversation with a mermaid for-crying-out-loud!

The young man cleared his throat and shifted his seating position, accidentally touching the side of Mr Seagull’s body, causing the small creature to let out a small cluck of a sort. This caused you to giggle the slightest bit. If it wasn’t for the peacefulness in the morning, he wouldn’t have had the chance to hear such a heavenly noise. “Are you — Why are you alone?”

“Oh,” A somewhat red hue burst into the skin of your cheeks and you turned away from him for a moment, fiddling subconsciously with the sinker, “I am not really supposed to be alone… or even allowed to be alone, for that matter.”

He pursed his lips and nodded sheepishly, as you steadily twisted your head back around to him, capturing his cute brown eyes with your own stunning E/C ones.

“W-Well, i-it’s nice to umm… It’s nice to meet you!”

With a tilt of your head you grinned at him, showing straight pearly whites. Peter wondered whether there was anything about you that wasn’t perfect.

“It is very nice to meet you too… Pete- Peter?”

He chuckled as he gave you a nod of confirmation, grinning back at you. Oh my gosh he was talking to a mermaid.

“Oh! Iforgottointroducemyselftoo!” You yelled hurriedly, only to result in the boys small laugh. It was an adorable noise, a noise you hadn’t heard in a while. Your people had a tendency not to laugh, so you grew bored down at your home and decided to explore the human world.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N…”

The name fell from his lips as if it was always made to be said by him. As if you were destined to be in this moment in time.

“You umm… you have really pretty scales…”

You squeaked at the sudden compliment, covering yourself back up in water. Only your eyes peeked out again as you could feel your cheeks heat up.

“S-SORRY! Did I— Did I do something wrong?” He held genuine concern, as he had subconsciously brought his hand out, clearly marking the short distance you two had between each other. You were closer to him than he had thought, as his hand had almost touched you, even though he was sitting higher up on the deck.

The splashing of the water echoed as you shook your head furiously, “I-I... No one has ever said that to me before. Well, no one really has ever said anything nice to me before.”

“What?!” Peter laughed in disbelief, catching you off guard unwillingly, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, how has nobody said anything to you?!”

“Really? I-I am the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?”

He hurriedly ducked his head and brought his hand up to the back of his neck, playing with the small curls which stuck out at the bottom. “Um-Well yeah. Y-Yeah. Yeah you are. I-I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Your voice grew bubbly as the corners of your eyes crinkled at his sheepish outburst. Your fins pushed against the water, as you moved a little closer to him. As your hand, which held the sinker, lifted out from the small waves, Peter’s hand, which rubbed the back of his neck, began to lower (A/N: That sentence was disgusting in terms of commas).

“Thank you for your kind words, Peter and… what is this thing?” You asked, as you held up the silver object.

“Oh that’s a- that’s a sinker. It allows me to know when a fish’s been caught. It floats around and then just sinks down, like this,” He pouted his lips, passing a ’shh’ noise through his teeth and used his animated hands to demonstrate how it works.

“Wow…” You breathed, taking a moment to look at Peter’s hands, before gazing back at the sinker in your own skin and scaled fingers. “Well, this belongs to you.”

Peter froze, the only thing moving was his heart and your form in the water. You came right up to the edge of the dock. One of your hands had gripped the wooden edge, as your other raised the object up to the human.

Mr Seagull watched curiously as the young man hadn’t even moved to retrieve the sinker from you. He was absolutely out of it and the bird knew it. Mr Seagull’s wings spread, hitting against his thigh over and over again. He didn’t budge, so as a last resort you watched as the small feathery creature stood up and began to peck at his knees.

“Ow… Ow, ow! OW! Mr Seagull stop!” With a sudden shriek from the male, the bird simply waddled back to his spot and lay back down.

The eyebrows on your sea-kissed forehead flew up and your bottom lip had found itself between your teeth. Your cheeks puffed out, trying hard not to giggle as you shook the sinker in front of the boy’s face. “H...Here.”

“Oh... oh, thank you, Y/N.” He reluctantly extended his hand and gently wrapped his fingers around it. His forefinger had only just barely brushed against your pinkie, but a hot sensation had surged through your body, down to the end of your fin.

“No problem.” Suddenly, your ears perked at a strange whirring noise. Peter had heard it too as he twisted his torso around.

“C-crap!” He spun straight back around to you, his eyes wide and his chest moved with force. “You have to go Y/N. It’s Mr Hodges.”

“Hodges?”

“He’s the owner of this dock. I don’t what he’ll do if he sees you, but I just don’t want him to hurt you.”

“B-But you will be here tomorrow, right? I have seen you always come here early and you have yet to catch a fish.” Thought you were saddened to leave so suddenly, your teeth shown brightly.

“Yeah,” He sheepishly giggled, returning his hand to the back of his neck, “I’ll always be here. Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Of course!”

The door of Mr Hodges car shut abruptly behind Peter and he quickly leaned down to your form. “Go now, Y/N.”

“Okay,” Your lowered your voice, and the boy could’ve sworn you had a cheeky glint in your eyes, “Goodbye Peter.”

Mr Seagull squawked as you splashed down into the sea water and disappeared, the bird already missed your presence. Peter sighed; out of exhaustion and out of sheer delight.

The sun was finally out now, the young man noticed, time had just flown. There was no sign of darkness.

“Ah, Peter! Good morning, son. Any luck this morning?”

“Oh! Morning Mr Hodges! I-I-umm... No, no luck. Still no luck, sir.”

The large bearded man, let a hearty chuckle pass through his stained teeth as he lifted up his pants by the belt, “That’s a darn pity, son... You will get there eventually, don’t you worry now.” With a wink, the man grabbed his belongings and headed toward the small shed just beside the peer, where many more fishing equipment was stored inside.

Though, Peter wasn’t worrying at all. He had been fortunate enough to catch himself a mermaid. A kind and curiously cute mermaid that he had spoken to and seen with his own eyes. He was going to see you again.

Now that’s not just any fish.

Part 2

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Crashing Seas: Aphmau AU

Word length: 3900+

Summary: Ever since the early death of Mermaid Queen Rachel, King Derek of Atlantis shuts out anything from the Mainland and forbids interaction for the safety of his home. His eldest daughter Melissa has other plans and strives to discover more about the world she is forbidden to see with her brother, Aaron, and many of her closest friends. When she happens to meet a beautiful Mainlander girl named Lucinda, would Melissa risk all she’s known to know more about this girl and her world, or is she doomed to fail?

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Chapter One: Breaking from the Wreckage

 Melissa was laying on her seabed, staring out the open hole of her bedroom. She was waiting for the sun to rise high enough to light the waters she lived in. She had her arm under her head, her brown hair floating around her. She was getting anxious, that was one of the reasons why she was awake before the sun touched the seafloor. She wanted to go scavenging again, and today was the best day for several weeks. Being the crowned princess was a pain, Melissa had to take extra classes, do extra public events, and have less time to herself compared to her younger brother Aaron. Even though they were two years apart, they couldn’t be more different. Melissa was excitable and adventurous, often the one getting caught in trouble out of the pair. Aaron was quiet and reserved, he knew how to not get caught. Despite the differences, they pulled a lot of adventures together. Their proudest adventures were scavenges from sunken Mainlander ships, finding new and interesting gadgets that they knew nothing about as Merpeople but were fun nonetheless. The two siblings loved their scavenges since it gave them a reason to get closer together. Ever since their mother died, their father had become distant and cold to them, so they relied on each other to keep afloat.

Sunlight broke through the water, fracturing in beams across the pale seafloor; the water went from a deep blue to a green-teal right before Melissa’s eyes. She smiled. She swam out of bed and went across the room to Aaron, shaking his shoulder rather aggressively, she whispered, “Aaron! Aaron wake up!”

Aaron whined, stretching a bit. He turned over and opened his eyes a sliver, the deep ruby color shadowed by his lashes, “Whhaaattt?”

“We need to leave, now!” Melissa said with excited urgency, “We’ll only get a few hours!”

Aaron rubbed his eyes, yawning, “What time is it?”

“Sunlight just touched,” Melissa replied.

“Sweet Irene, Melissa, how long were you awake?” he asked, sitting up.

Melissa hesitated.

Aaron looked at her, his face showed concern. “Were you thinking about Mom again?”

Melissa didn’t say anything, which only confirmed Aaron’s concern. She changed the subject, “Anyway! I saw this old wreck the other day over by the ravine, it’s close to falling in. We should head there first.”

“I, um,” Aaron didn’t want the subject to change quite yet. He didn’t like that whenever their mother was mentioned, everyone shut down on him. He had questions, he was missing some pieces, and no one will give him any. But he decided to leave it for now and he said, “Alright. Lead the way.”

Melissa grinned and swam over to the open window, looking over her shoulder to make sure Aaron was following. Melissa led the way to the ravine, careful not too swim too fast since Aaron tended to lag behind as he got lost in his thoughts. The swim to the ravine was far from any of the outside villages so they didn’t have to hide from the curious eyes of their people. Their father, King Derek, kept them on a tight leash ever since their mother died so it was rare to see the royal siblings out for a swim on their own without supervision. So, to keep their father from hearing about their adventures, they traveled early and away from anyone who could see them.

They arrived at the mouth of the ravine, Melissa stopped a little over the lip and looked for the ship. The ship was broken in half, the front of the ship was lost to the ravine, but the back of the ship sat balanced on a ledge several meters down into the ravine. The sunlight exposed the ship’s golden accents that would have been hidden in the darkness otherwise, that’s how Melissa found it. She smiled when she saw it, her whole body felt tingly with excitement as to what they would find down there. Aaron swam up next to her, he looked down at the broken, barely stable wreck of a ship and said, “Tell me you’re not serious.”

“Oh come on, Aaron,” Melissa said with a grin, “Live a little.”

She swam down towards the ship, Aaron followed with, “If I die I’m blaming you.”

Melissa was too excited to listen to her brother’s concern as she entered the large hole of the ship. She looked around the dim area, awed by the curious environment. She couldn’t name the objects around her like the globe, the astrolabe, the chart of the stars, the pens and ink wells, they were all foreign to her, but they were so interesting. Melissa approached the astrolabe first, it rested on a desk with an overturned chair nearby. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands as Aaron went over to the shelves. He picked up a small snow globe, though he didn’t know what it was. He shook it and watched the small flakes of fake snow float around, settling down on the plastic snow covered houses.

“Hey Aaron, check it out!”

He turned and saw Melissa looking through the astrolabe’s scope, she was smiling at him. She could see his face clearly, especially the amused look he gave her as he said, “You’re a child.”

“I prefer an adult that knows how to have fun,” she said with a grin. She lowered the scope, “What did you find?”

“Some—uh,” Aaron waved the snow globe around, showing it’s floating snow, “glass, ball, thing. It’s cool.”

“Oh!” Melissa said as she swam over to inspect it. She shook the snow globe vigorously, watching the blizzard of fake snow swirl around, “Awesome. We’ll have to take it to Dante, along with this thingy,” she said, holding up the astrolabe.

Melissa looked around for a bag or a crate to put the stuff in as Aaron moved over to the globe in the corner, he spun it around and watched it lazily as he said, “You know he doesn’t know what he’s talking about right? He doesn’t actually know anything.”

“He knows more than you,” Melissa defended, “He had a childhood friend on the mainland, he showed Dante all sorts of cool gadgets.”

“Ah yes, the boy with white hair,” Aaron said with a scoff, crossing his arms, “That doesn’t sound made-up.”

Melissa sighed as she over turned an open wooden crate, placing the astrolabe and the snow globe inside before picking it up, she turned to look at her brother. Aaron was playing with the globe, spinning it and stopping it before spinning it and stopping it again. Something was eating at him, that was obvious. Melissa swam over with the crate, she rested it on her hip and said, “Do you know where we are?”

“Not really.”

“We’re right,” Melissa spun the globe a bit before finding their home. Her finger tip covered part of the large tip of the Mainland and she slid it down a few degrees and stopping, “here.”

“How’d you know?”

“Mom showed me,” she said.

Aaron looked at Melissa, “We had one of these?”

“Not really, Mom found one and showed it to me,” Melissa said, “I think it’s a globe, if I’m remembering right. I think Dad got rid of it after she—” Melissa stopped herself.

Aaron looked over at his sister. Now was his chance. He swallowed and said, “What happened to her?”

Melissa didn’t reply. She turned away from the globe and said, “Let’s find some other things to bring to Dante.”

Aaron got upset and spun around towards Melissa as she packed the crate with other trinkets, “Why won’t anyone tell me anything? I’m not a child any more than you are!”

“It’s not important Aaron, just drop it,” Melissa said.

“It’s not fair!” Aaron shouted, “Why won’t you tell me anything? Why do you keep having nightmares about Mom? Why do you go out of your way to find these—these pieces of junk, when you know Dad hates it?”

“This isn’t junk, Aaron, they’re part of entire world!” Melissa defended, “An entire world we know nothing about! How can we just ignore them when bits of their culture are falling into our home every day?! You can’t expect our people to just ignore it.”

“So we go against our father, the king of Atlantis, to prove a point?” Aaron said, crossing his arms and leaning against a beam on the ship. “That’s a bit childish for the future queen of Atlantis.”

“Oh whatever, I won’t be queen for decades,” Melissa said, “And until then I’m going to do whatever the hell I want,” she turned and grinned at Aaron, “with my partner in crime.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, a tug of a smile on his face, “You’re not winning me over with that lame title.”

“Would you prefer…Double Trouble?” Melissa said with a growing grin.

“Don’t make it worse.”

“Couple of Dudes.”

“Please stop.”

“Beauty and the Beast.”

“Now you’re just insulting yourself.”

Melissa busted a lung laughing, she had to grab onto the nearby shelf for support. Aaron began to laugh at his sister’s hysteric laughing. Their relationship had its tensions, as many relationships did, and they always seemed to bounce back. But no amount of teasing and subject changes would stop the growing tension between the two.

When the laughter died down, Melissa said, “C’mon, grab more stuff.”

Aaron swam to the other side of the room to grab more trinkets, he grabbed a few before swimming back to his sister and putting them in. Once Melissa was satisfied with their haul, they left the wreck and swam out of the ravine. A few hours had passed while they were down there, so they were running low on time before they had to do royal obligations for the day. Melissa looked around cautiously before she said, “Hurry, let’s go to Dante.”

Melissa led the way to Dante’s cove located closer to the Mainland shores. Aaron followed after her, watching her with mild upset. He couldn’t help but kick himself for being so easily persuaded to change the subject he wanted to talk about for years. He knew that the Mainlanders were responsible and that her death was the reason for the ban of Mainlander interaction and objects, but there was more to it. He could feel it, he could see it in his sister’s eyes and his father’s cold shoulder, there was something he was missing, and it was his right to know. She was his mother too. He could feel his bond with his sister growing thinner and thinner the more she avoided his questions and changed the subject. He felt torn between knowing the truth, and keeping his best friend. He had no idea what to do.

Melissa swam to the mouth of Dante’s cove before stopping, she called inside, “Dante! You home?”

There was a clatter and a crash from inside followed by Dante’s voice echoing through the cove, “You scared me Princess, come on in.”

Melissa led the way into the cove and Aaron lagged behind. Dante’s cove wasn’t his home but it might as well be. It was a secret cove that was full of Mainlander trinkets and tools like hammers, screws, wrenches, clogs, and other bits of things. He liked messing around with Mainlander items to see how they worked and functioned. Since he was young he always had a fascination these types of objects, and then King Derek banned anything from the Mainland, so Dante moved to a secret cove. The only reason Melissa and Aaron knew about it was because Melissa wanted to know about the objects they found, and Dante was suggested. They had an agreement, keep Dante’s cove a secret and he’ll give any knowledge he could about any objects the siblings find.

Dante was swimming around his cove, rushing to tidy up his messy workspace with pulled apart objects and such. He pushed a crate onto one of the ridges in the cove as he looked over his shoulder to see Melissa and Aaron enter, “Ah, there you are. Sorry about the mess.”

“Is it messier than usual?” Aaron asked, looking around, “I didn’t notice.”

Melissa gave her brother a look as Dante swam down to them, he noticed the crate and put his hands together, “More goodies for me?”

“Sort of,” Melissa said, “Mind taking a look?”

“Anything for you Princess,” Dante said with a smile, “Put it on my desk.”

Dante led the way to his work bench, Melissa eagerly following. Aaron kept a few feet away, arms crossed, but his eyes on Dante and Melissa. Melissa put the crate down on his work bench and leaned on the table with excitement as Dante rifled through the objects in the crate. He pulled out the snow globe Aaron found and examined it, first the miniature snow-covered buildings and then tilting to look at the base. When he saw the floating snow, he shook up the globe and watched the fake snow fly around. He smiled, “I know this, it’s a snow globe. My old friend Travis showed me one when I was a kid.”

“Is that the guy with white hair or is this a totally new ‘friend’?” Aaron asked.

“Aaron,” Melissa warned as she gave him a look.

“May I remind you that you have a friend with bright red hair?” Dante said, “And my hair color isn’t exactly normal either.”

“Oh, so white hair is totally plausible then?” Aaron said, sarcastically.

“Absolutely,” Dante said with a tight smile, making Aaron roll his eyes. He added, “Careful, you keep doing that and your pretty eyes will get stuck there.”

Aaron glared at him and Melissa stepped in, “Aaron don’t be a jerk. If you’re going to be trouble, then watch the entrance.”

Aaron felt hurt that his sister didn’t take his side and he tensed up before he backed down and mumbled, “I’ll stay.”

Melissa nodded with vindication before she returned her attention to Dante, she leaned forward, “Go on, tell me more.”

Dante smiled at her and picked out something, the astrolabe Melissa was looking through earlier. He said, “Ah, beautiful,” Melissa smiled, excited to Dante put a name to the object she found. He looked it over and said, “This…this is a, uh,” Dante glanced at Melissa’s excited expression and felt a bit of guilt before he said, “This is obviously a…Scope…ilizer. Yeah, Scopeilizer.”

Melissa beamed at the name as Aaron snorted and said, “Yeah, that’s a real name.”

“Aaron!” Melissa scolded, glaring at him.

“Oh come on, that was totally a fake name,” Aaron argued, “He hesitated!”

“I just, forgot for a bit,” Dante defended, digging himself deeper into the lie he was building, “But it came to me in the end.”

“Thanks so much Dante,” Melissa said to him with a smile, “You have no idea what this means to me, to us. You telling me about these objects, helps me understand the Mainlanders more.”

Dante smiled a bit, “Anytime, Princess.”

“Gross.”

“Alright Aaron, swim along we’re leaving now,” Melissa said as she picked up the astrolabe and the snow globe, “You can keep the rest of the stuff Dante.”

“Very kind of you Princess, swim safe,” Dante said as Melissa swam towards the mouth of the cove.

Aaron hesitated, staring at Dante with both annoyance and confusion. Aaron was curious about his motives, what reason did he have to lie? And rather poorly too.

“Aaron! Come on!”

Aaron left the cove and swam after Melissa, who had waited for him. As they swam back towards the palace, Aaron said, “We’re cutting it close, aren’t we?”

“Don’t worry so much, we’ll make it,” Melissa said.

“But our cove—”

“Don’t worry about the stuff now, we’ll just hide it in our room for the night,” she said.

“Melissa—”

“It’ll be fine Aaron, trust me.”

Aaron didn’t trust her, especially with the very thing that could cause their father to burst into hellish flames. Aaron held his tongue, though he didn’t like it. They swam into their window and Melissa hid the items under her bed quickly as the door opened, revealing their father’s personal advisor.

“Morning Ein,” Aaron greeted, eyeing his very suspiciously acting sister.

Ein was the son of the former advisor to the king, and with his father’s recent retirement Ein was made the new advisor. He was good at his job and the siblings enjoyed having someone they grew up with in charge of their everyday life, rather than a bitter old man. Ein rested his hands behind his back casually and greeted, “Prince Aaron, Princess…Melissa?”

Surprised by Ein’s presence, Melissa slammed the top of her head on the base of her bed as she tried to get out. Ein had an amused smile on his face as Melissa showed herself out from underneath the bed, she smiled sheepishly and said, “Ein! How are you?”

“After that, much better,” Ein replied with a cheeky grin.

“If our father giving you trouble again?” Aaron asked as Melissa straightened.

“You know it’s illegal to talk bad about the king.”

“Since when?” Melissa asked.

“Since both my job and family pride are on the line,” Ein said with a small smile. “Either way, your father wishes to see you both before we start our schedule for today.” He waved towards the doorway, “Shall we?”

Ein led the way down the hallway as Melissa and Aaron followed. Melissa whispered to Aaron, “What do you think Dad wants to talk to us about?”

“Probably your terrible table manners.”

Melissa elbowed him, “Be serious.”

“I am.”

Melissa hit him, making Aaron’s teasing grin grow. Ein stopped at their father’s throne room and he said, “Here we are.” Both siblings straightened immediately in attention as Ein opened the doors and said, “Your highness, I present your daughter Melissa, and your son Aaron.”

Melissa entered first, followed by Aaron. Their father had his back to them, hands clasped. The two siblings could feel the rising tensions in the room, Aaron swallowed nervously. Their father said, “Thank you Ein, that will be all.”

Ein closed the door and they were left alone with their father. Derek turned to face his children, his face was sunken with the grief of losing his wife for many years and the isolation he caused because of it. He looked at his children as if he was seeing them for the first time, they looked a lot older than he remembered. When did they stop being so young? Melissa felt the awkward tension building and decided to speak, “Good morning father,” Derek looked at her, “Did you sleep well?”

“No,” came his blunt reply, “No I did not.” Melissa felt tenser now. Derek said, “I didn’t call you here for pleasantries. I called you two here to tell you, that from now on you two will be in separate rooms.”

“What?” Melissa said with sudden surprise, forgetting her place, “Why?”

“You need to focus on your preparations to take on the throne,” Derek said, “I want you to be ready when the time comes.”

“Which won’t be for several decades!” Melissa argued, “Father, please—”

“This isn’t up to discussion,” Derek said harshly, “You’re lucky I’m even telling you beforehand. Ein convinced me to on your behalf.”

“Father, please, we need each other,” Melissa said, desperate. She needed Aaron in her life, she wouldn’t survive otherwise; she couldn’t handle feeling alone. “I need him.”

“He’s holding you back,” Derek said. “My decision is final. Aaron, you are to move your belongings to a room on the other side of the palace—”

“Father!”

“You are not to visit her during her lessons, you are not to distract her from her duties as the future queen, do I make myself clear?”

Melissa looked at Aaron, wanting him desperately to say no, to tell their father off. But Aaron’s face was blank, he had shut himself down emotionally. He responded, “Yes, sir.”

“Aaron,” Melissa said, hurt by his betrayal, “Aaron, no.” She turned to Derek, “Father please don’t do this. We’re all that’s left for each other.”

“We’re done here,” Derek said as he turned his back on his children once again. “Ein! Take my children to their room, have Aaron pack and prepare Melissa for her lessons.”

Ein entered at the call of his name and after hearing his instructions, Ein replied, “Of course, sir.”

Melissa wanted to scream, shout, cry, something. But all she could do was glare at her father’s back with frustration and anger. Ein led them out of the room and back to their own. Aaron began to pack his belongings numbly, slowly, while Melissa sat on her bed in quiet thought and Ein stood out in the hallway. After a few moments of heavy silence, Melissa said, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Aaron said, “What would I have said? He seemed pretty set on everything.”

“You could have backed me up,” Melissa said, “Actually show your support for me for once.”

“Are you serious right now?” Aaron said, “I’m literally leaving to go to the other side of the castle and never see you again, and you wanna start a fight?”

Melissa sighed, hanging her head. She couldn’t fathom being alone in this hell of a castle without her best friend by her side constantly. She didn’t want to be alone. Who would she talk to late at night? Who would help her with her lessons? Who would keep her secret with her? Who could replace someone like Aaron in her life? She didn’t mean to start crying and she sniffled, wiping her nose, “No, no, sorry. I just…I don’t want to lose you Aaron.”

Aaron had stopped packing, he hesitated before he said, “You won’t lose me Mel. You couldn’t if you tried.”

Melissa looked up at him and smiled. Aaron smiled a bit back, Melissa swam over to him and hugged him tight. Aaron held onto her, he was afraid of losing her just as much as she was of losing him. It was then that Melissa was struck with a wonderful, and very bad idea. She pulled away and whispered to him, “We should go see a Mainlander ship. A real one! Tonight, after sundown!”

Aaron was confused, “Wait, what?”

“You should come to me since I’ll be more guarded after my argument with father,” Melissa said, beginning to brainstorm. “We should bring Dante along too!”

“Wait, wait, Melissa—”

“No, no, you’re right, too many people involved,” Melissa said, “It’ll be us two, a duo mission.”

“Melissa hold on,” Aaron said, finally getting her attention, “It’s one thing scavenging a wrecked Mainlander ship for trinkets, but going to a live one? With Mainlanders on it? With spears?”

“Aaron you worry too much! We’ll be careful, we’re always careful,” Melissa said. She took his hands and said, “Please, Aaron, one final mission for us as a team. Our biggest plot yet. We’ll just watch, no interaction.”

Aaron hesitated, this had “bad idea” written allover it, like a majority of Melissa’s ideas. But the pleading look in Melissa’s eyes made him reconsider it. This was going to be the last fun thing Melissa would be doing for a while, and the last fun thing Aaron would do with his best friend at his side. He tightened his grip on her hands with assurance before nodding firmly, “Alright. Let’s find ourselves a ship.”

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Author: b0blegum

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader (teacher AU)

Rating: R

Genre: s m u t, like smutty smut.

Status: PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | END

a/n Shit, i’ve never written a chaptered fic in one night, but look what i’m doing here? I have finished writing all parts! This actually meant to be posted yesterday as a celebration for Changkyun’s birthday though, but whatever. Hope you enjoy this smutty fic for our kinky maknae.

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“Would the children like this?” You looked at your own reflection. Turning around to see yourself in a black cat onesie.

It was your one and only costume you had left from halloween last year. You’re never a big fan of halloween either, so you always wore just a simple costume, like this one. A onesie.

You gave a last touch to your face, swatching a soft pink lipstick on your lips and grabbing your purse.

“Wow, hold on.” You heard Minhyuk called you from the kitchen as he picked out the left over he had from last night’s take out.

“If you just want to roast me, fuck off. I am almost late.” You ignored him, walked to the front door.

“No, (y/n). Chill. Why are you so emotional 24/7? Are you on your period?” He chuckled.

“Then what were you gonna say?” You looked at him.

“Why are you wearing that? It’s not even halloween yet.”

“It’s costume day at school, Minhyuk. Everyone has to wear something.” You pointed to your onesie. “And i’m wearing this.”

“A cat. A black cat.” He nodded.

“Do you think the kids would like this costume?”

“Well. Kids love bright colors. Black, meh,” Minhyuk tilted his head. “I don’t think so.”

You stomped at the floor. “Then what should i do?” You whined. Minhyuk pointed at you and flattened his lips.

“You wore something princess-y for halloween two years ago.” He walked to your bedroom. “I think you should wear that. What was that? Alice?”

“Yes, Alice, but i don’t think i still have it here.” You followed him entering your own room. He began looking for it in your closet, in the box where you stored winter clothes and everywhere else he thought where you’d store it.

“There you go!” He squatted up with a blue and white dress already in his hand after a while of wild searching.

“Jeez, i didn’t even know it’s there.” You took the dress from him.

“Wear it.” He walked to your bed and sat at the edge of it. You quickly undressed and put on the thighs before wearing the Alice in the Wonderland dress.

It was quiet tight for you, remembering you wore it two years ago last time.

“Will you help me with the zipper?” You turned around with your back faced the guy on the bed. In no time his hand began working on the zipper but then you felt he stopped midway. “Hey? Zip it up.” You said.

“O– oh.” He continued. “There you go.” Minhyuk leaned back, supporting himself with his two arms.

“Why are you blushing?” You said after you turned yourself to him as you tied the bow around your stomach.

“N–no. I am not.” He sat up and walked out of your bedroom. “You better be hurry. It’s almost 9.”

You shook your head and smile. “Asshole.”

The school was a bit different today. There were a lot of colorful decorations along the hallway, kids were running in various costumes; animals, princesses, dream jobs and many other costumes their mom probably spent the night to made.

“Look! It’s Alice!” A kid with Ariel the mermaid costume shouted when you walked to your class.

“Hi, princess Ariel!” You turned around to greet her. The girl screamed and jumped in excitement.

“You’re Alice today?” Someone greeted you. This time you were sure, he wasn’t a kid.

Turning around, you saw someone in a suit, complete with a bow tie and a sleek hair do.

“And what are you?” You scanned him from head to toe. “A… prince?” You narrowed your eyes as he walked closer.

“Justin Timberlake.” He put his hand inside his pants pocket before he started walking along with you. You almost laughed at the way he confidently told you who he was today.

“Justin Timberlake?” You asked, holding your giggle.

“Yeah, why? Doesn’t fit me?” He opened his suit jacket, exposing his clothed torso.

“No. You look… cute.”

Somewhere inside you felt relieved. There was no awkwardness between the two of you after that happened. He didn’t text you nor call you, but at least he was still being himself and didn’t avoid you at school.

“You look… sexy.” He winked.

“What? Sexy? This is my halloween costume for two years ago, can’t you see it’s almost worn out?” You looked at your dress.

“Nope. Even if it’s worn out, it still hugs your curves perfectly.” He licked his lower lip.

“We’re at school, Changkyun.” You shook your head as you walked passed him, turning right to your class.

“You know we’re at school, yet you wear that?” He smirked. “Shut up.” You pushed the door and headed in.

“See you around, Alice.” He waved.

“See you around, Mr. Timberlake.”

You finally loosened yourself. You actually faked yourself to being calm in front of Changkyun. Like, how can you calm yourself when he looked so good in that suit? No– not just good, but he looked damn sexy in it. Plus, the way he styled his hair, gosh, he looked even more mature than his age.

“Oh– shit.” You put your purse on the table and began the class.

But… your mind was still on Changkyun. You began to imagine what’s hidden under that suit. What he had under that and how great it’d be if you could help him undress from layers of cloths. How great it’d be to just collided, skin to skin with him.

“Collided?” You snapped out of your thoughts. “What does collided mean, Ms. (y/n)?” Your mouth was ajar, realizing that you must’ve said something in your brain to the whole class.

“Uh–“ you smiled awkwardly. “That’s… oh– kids, i think it’s drawing time!” You cheered, changing the topic, feeling really, really embarrassed by yourself. Hours passed, but he was still in your thoughts. You said goodbye to the class and rushing to the teacher’s lounge to calm yourself. At this time, that room was most likely to be empty, plus, it’s costume day today, teachers would’ve busy preparing for the main event later at 1 PM.

You closed the door behind you and sighed as you leaned on it. Closing your eyes, you shook your head, hoping the dirty thoughts of him fucking you would go away.

“We meet again, (y/n)?”

“Oh– fuck.” Your eyes snapped open. “God, you scared me.”

“What are you doing here? Not helping other teachers?” He asked, sitting up from the couch and put his coffee on the table before he walked to you.

Shit, why is he here! “Uh– no. Why are you here?” What the hell, that was a lame respond.

“Let’s see. What am i doing here?” He tapped his chin and looked up, pretending to think as he kept walking towards you.

He was coming closer. His eyes was soon glued to you. He stretched his arm next to your head while the other was carefully locking the door.

“I’m doing… you.” He smirked, slowly his hand lifted your chin and brought his face closer to you. “What do you think about that, (y/n)?” He whispered, before he gave you a soft peck on your lips.

You could feel blood rushing through your system. Your heartbeats became unstable and your face reddened.

“That…” you stuttered. “Sounds like a good idea.” You smiled, eyes locked on his lips, silently begging for more kiss.

The boy would smirked and began hungrily kissing you.Moans started to slipped out of your mouth between kisses but then he covered your mouth with his hand and sshed you.

“Lower your voice, noona.”

Fuck, he that word again.

Changkyun already had his lips on your jaw. Slowly trailing it down your neck. Sucking it every once in a while and breathed on your skin. You bit your lips as he sucked the skin on your collarbone and when you felt his hand lifted your skirt and caressed the back of your thighs, all the way up until his hand finally cupped your butt and gave it a squeezed.

“Oh–“ you moaned. He kept squeezing your butt as he kissed you, biting your lips. The pleasure he gave you made you forget about everything, including the fact that he already had both of his hands on your butts and squeezed it even rougher before he lifted you up and brought you to the couch at the corner of the room.

He’d bumped you down rather roughly that you made an ouch sound when your head hit the couch. He didn’t even say sorry for that, instead, he began lifting your skirt and pulling off your tights.

“I hate this thing.” He threw it away and in no time, he already had his fingers on your clothed fold. Rubbing it gently as he had other hand squeezing your breast. “You’re wet already?” He smirked, pressing your fold, sending you to a sinful sensation that made you let out another moan.

He pulled aside the fabric and rubbed your now bare folds. He’d rubbed it painfully slow, up and down, teasing you by circling your clit with the tip of his finger.

“Changky–“ you moaned his name, hands grabbing his hair.

“What, noona?”

“Eat me.”

The boy did exactly as he said. He started licking your folds, circling your clit with it and pressed your opening.

“Fuck. Don’t–“ you moaned. “Stop.”

He sucked your clit and bit if softly. “You like it, noona?”

“Fuck, you’re good.” You arched your body up. One hand squeezing the couch. Changkyun began to put his finger in you as he kept licking your clit. You let out a groaned at the sensation he gave you. After awhile, he put another finger, curved them up to touch the place you’d never reached before.

“Fuck.” You moaned as he thrusted his finger faster and deeper. He’d kiss you back and explored your mouth with his tongue while you had your finger rubbing your clit. “Fuck, i’m– i’m close,” you bit his lip.

“You want to come now, noona?”

Nodding, you shut your eyes as you felt the orgasm was coming closer, but slowly, you felt the thrusting became weaker.

“Not that fast,” he took his fingers out. He broke the kisses and sat straight, started to unbuttoning his shirt.

“Fuck you.” You caught your own breath and sat straight up. You pushed him down so now he’s at the bottom. “How dare you tease me, baby boy?”

“Noo–na,” he startled at your action. He was always the one who leads, never had he thought you’d take the lead.

You kissed him hard as you helped him unbuttoning his shirt and took it off. “Nice packs.” You smirked as you traced his bare skin with your fingers down to his waist. He’d moaned at the feeling of your nails on his skin.

“Oh, you’re hard too.” You commented as you felt the bulge under the black fabric. You gave it a squeezed that sent the boy to let out a groaned. “Noona,” he called.

Slowly, you unzipped his pants and pulled it down. You began to rub his clothed member. “What do you want me baby boy?” You asked, squeezing his member one more time.

“Noona, suck me.” He moaned. You smiled at his request.

You pulled off his briefs and his member immediately sprung, touching his torso, showing you off the full length.

You grabbed his length and wrapped it with your hand, giving it a good rub before finally putting the tip inside your mouth after licking it few times as you pumped it with your hand.

It was bigger than you thought it was when it’s inside your mouth. You almost out of breath everytime it’s inside you that you have to pulled it out before you sucked it back in.

“Noona, you’re–“ he whined. “So good, please,”

“Please what, baby boy?” You licked the top of his length. “Please don’t stop, Noona.” He moaned.

You kept pumping him, doing everything you could recall from that time when you did all these things to Minhyuk. Yeah– those dark days.

Changkyun would groaned and moaned at the sexual tension you gave him and you’d feel proud at yourself remembering this was your first actual blowjob. “Noona,” he called out. “I’m,” he moaned out. “I’m close.”

“You want to come now, baby boy?” You smirked.

“Please, noona.” You smirked and pumped him harder, faster, enough to made him groaned louder until he finally released all the thick substance, squirting it all over your face.

You’d licked some of it, still getting familiar with the taste.

He groaned as he help you pumping himself, squirting out the substance he still had left. “Fuck, you’re good, noona.” He bit his lip.

“I’m surprised at myself. That was actually my first time.” You confessed. The boy looked at you, confused before he grabbed something from his pants pocket.

You heard something was being ripped.

“First time?” He sat up, rolling up condom on his length before he began to pushed you down again as he tried to unzipped your dress and pulled it down to your stomach.

“I’m…” you slightly looked down, panicked as he rubbed his member on your folds. Your nails were raking the skin of his arm.

“Noona, what’s wrong?” He noticed you’re weird behaviour and stop what he was doing.

“I… this, what we are doing…” you bit your lip. “Is my first time.” You confessed. “You…” the boy’s eyes widened. “Noona, are you…”

“I am a virgin, Changkyun.” You finally said it.

There was a silence between you two for seconds.

“I’m… i’m sorry,” he shook his head as he pulled him further from you, but you pulled him quickly back into you.

“Don’t feel sorry. What’s there to be sorry?” You rolled your eyes.

“But, noona, you’re…”

“Come on, i’ve been wanting to do this.” You kissed his lips.

“Are you… serious? I mean, if you’re not ready–“

“I wanna feel you inside me, Changkyun.”

He groaned before he really sandwiched you, kissing you hungrily like the first time. He lifted up your legs, bringing them close to your chin.

“You’re ready?” He asked, pulling off from the kiss. You nodded as he kept rubbing your core and already gave a pressure on your opening.

He pushed his length slowly, gently as he observed your reaction. Your eyes were shut tight and he saw you biting your lower lip, taking the pain.

“Tell me if it’s too painful for you,” he kissed you as he caress your hair, calming you.

It was weird for you, having actually something inside your body. It did feel painful at first, the friction, the way his dick stretched the flesh, you just wanted to scream, but the boy shut you up by giving you a gentle kiss and caressing your forehead.

Slowly, the pain went away, switching into the new sensation you were feeling. It felt like butterfly was filling your stomach. It’s tickling, yet… pleasuring.

“It’s alright?” He asked, probably feeling worried the whole time since he filled you.

“It… feels so good.” You turned your head to your side as you savor every thrusts.

He brushed his lips against your neck. “Glad i make you feel good.” He whispered.

Once you were settled with this new feeling, you moved your hips along, following his pace. It did feel hurt, a little bit, but the pleasure was so much more than that, that you just want him thrusting even faster and deeper.

He looked like he understand what you want, looking at you bucking your hips up as if you were looking for something. He thrusted you faster, sloppily, but enough to make you felt like flying.

“Fuck, i’m not gonna last long.” He groaned, whispering you in his deep voice.

“Just–“ you moaned, taking his thrusts. “Let go.” And just then, Changkyun’s body fell on you, pressing you as he had his head fell on the crook of your neck. He groaned as he released into a condom. He was still thrusting you, but this time it was slower yet so deep that you were pushed slightly.

You moaned at the feeling of something warm inside you before the boy finally stopped thrusting and pulled his member out, gently and took off his condom.

Before you could even say something, he already got your legs positioned above him. “Now it’s your turn.” He smiled and separated your legs, placing his head between them and began licking your clit.

Your back arched at the feeling. Moaning, you squeezed the couch. He then added fingers inside you and pumped you. You felt yourself getting close, so close that you didn’t realised your legs were starting to tremble and your thighs clenched around his head.

“Chang— yun,” you moaned his name as you felt the orgasm was finally coming. Your eyes rolled back and your back was arched. He kept pumping you with his fingers for awhile to get you through it before he pulled his fingers and climbed up to your lips. Planting kisses while your body still trembled with lower intensity.

“Did you make a right decision to pop your cherry with me?” He smirked after you finally back from your explosive orgasm.

“That was amazing.” You smiled.

“I know that was.” He raised his eyebrow. “But it would be even more amazing if we do it next time as a boyfriend and a girlfriend.”

You narrowed your eyes for a mere second before you rolled your eyes, finally got what he meant. “That was smooth as fuck, baby boy.”

“So, will you be my girlfriend, noona?”

Without saying a word, you pulled him into a gentle kiss.

END.

[danfanciesphil]

hello! i was wondering if you have any tips for me since youre studying creative writing rn and im kinda in a writers slump. i wrote fics last year but then depression got to me and i stopped. i wanna find inspiration again but im lost and i dont know how to start writing again. im also scared that people will be mean when i post. also i read birthday sex a while ago and loved everything! its truly a masterpiece

hello, i sure do have some tips for this! everyone gets blocked sometimes, don’t worry yourself over it. Check below the cut for my protips (lol)

1. Don’t beat yourself up! Sometimes you’re not up to writing, and it can’t be helped. As I am fond of reminding whoever will listen, writing is kind of like self-torture in a lot of ways. It’s emotionally exhausting, because you’re essentially drawing on your (often painful) memories and experiences, and channeling them into a work of art. Sometimes your brain won’t cooperate, and it’s okay. You need to be in the right frame of mind. You haven’t lost any talent, you’re just tired. Try again when you’re in a better mood. 

2. Write what you love. Quiet that little voice in your mind that is asking who will want to read whatever you’re writing. It doesn’t matter. If you write something you want to write, your passion and creativity will shine through it, and people will learn to like it. Have you ever clicked a fic thinking ‘:/ im not sure this is my thing’, but then it’s written so amazingly that you end up loving it? I’ve had that happen a bunch! I’m really picky with reading fics lol, so I often start one assuming im gonna hate it, but then fall in love. 

3. Prompts! When you’re stuck for an idea, prompts are a lifesaver! I really recommend this reddit thread for when you don’t know what to write. Or, if you want a purely phan prompt go to @phanfic and look at their prompts tags! Not only do prompts give you a jumping off point, but they also guarantee you a reader! The prompter is going to want to read what you write, no question! They’ll likely be so happy that you chose to complete the prompt that they’ll love it regardless!

4. Fanfiction. This is a broad one, but what I want to say here is that fanfiction, to me, is the world’s best training ground. Think of it like the colosseum - you are a gladiator. You have these characters to play with, and an empty stadium to fill with whatever you want. Literally anything you can imagine. It’s daunting, sure, but the point is, go nuts! Try out that mermaid!phil au you’ve been thinking about on and off - see if it works! If it doesn’t, drain the colosseum of water, and put dnp in fucking tents on the side of everest. Try everything! Write write write, explore your talents, find what your strengths are!

5. Daydream! Fantasise your tits off, srsly. My secret is that I plan all my storylines as I’m falling asleep. I make it play out like a movie in my head, I imagine what they’ll say, how it will happen. Then, the next day, I’ll write it out. There’s nothing stopping you from making up this stuff in your head, so dream about it over and over, refine it in your mind until it’s how you want it, and then write it down!

6. Beta’s are everything. I’m gonna be lame and shout out my absolute fave @manschester for being the loml and the greatest beta a girl could ask for. Find a friend that likes your writing, isnt afraid to be honest with you, and will help u out with writing. My fave thing to do with Nova is open up a google doc of mine or her latest chapter, send her the link (or vice versa) and either she watches me write and comments/edits as i go, or i do the same for her. it’s honestly the most helpful thing ever to have someone else’s eyes on it. It also helps you to feel confident about posting! Beta beta beta. 

7. Patience. You’re not gonna go from 0-100. I’m 23. I’m pretty happy with my writing atm, but I remember feeling that way at 16. And if I look at the stuff I wrote when I was 16 I crrrringe. You’ll improve with time and practice. You just will. UNLESS you don’t keep at it. The best thing about the phandom is how fucking awesome and supportive it is as a community. There’s no better place to share and improve your gift. People will always want to read about our faves dip and pop. Just let yourself have the small victories at first. Treasure each comment, each nice review. And keep going. 

I hope any of this helps! 

And thank you so much for being lovely about Birthday Sex, I’m so happy you liked it :D xxx