#between the devil and the deep blue sea

[ellitx]

When the smut is close to finish but not the main storyline

[peachesandmilktea]

𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖆 [𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼𝐼]

Click here to see the full art!! I had to crop it and my heart BLEEDS. Shout out to @obsidianne-art / @beware-thecrow for being the best wro/co-writer/artist this earth has ever seen.

Part I. Part II. Current Part. Part IV.

Captain Shigaraki is a merciless pirate, a terror over the seven seas, a monster of a man who fears neither god nor man. You’ve sworn to take him down and bring him to his knees under the crown’s justice, and you would have, if only he hadn’t discovered your most well-kept secret.

TW: Lots and lots of horny thoughts, enemies to lovers, Shigaraki Tomura is bad at feelings, smut to come soon.

If some days were lazy, others were busy.

They were long, hours stretching for what felt like an eternity, minutes ticking with the speed of years. Tomura would spend them hunched over his desk, crimson gaze trailing the length of a stupid document or another, all to try and tear any information from them that would grant him victory against his enemies. If you’d been his greatest one, that didn’t mean you were the only opponent he had to face, and others would take your place as long as you remained on his ship.

And so, he calculated. Made plans. Thought every little thing through so that he could maintain the rule he held on the sea in the palms of his murderous hands. There was still the uncertainty of you, though, one he couldn’t theorize for he didn’t know the true extent of your loyalty to your fleet. Would you betray them, then? Would you disavow the fate you’d chosen for yourself, and take the one he offered instead? Or would you turn from him, stab him in the chest when he expected it the least and leave him for dead in your wake?

The perspective left a bitter taste on his tongue.

He wouldn’t let you betray him, but the thought that you might was enough to make a migraine birth beneath his temple. It was a dangerous game the two of you were playing, a cutthroat waltz just as sharp as a blade. A single misstep could mean doom for either one or the other, and Tomura wasn’t planning on being defeated so soon.

At least not before uncovering each and every last one of the secrets your eyes held, whenever they caught his gaze.

With a sigh, he pushed the last of the documents away from him, as far as possible on that worn-out desk of his — after so many hours spent studying each and every word those stupid papers held, he would have gouged his own eyeballs out rather than see another trace of ink on a crumpled sheet. A slight pain pulsed beneath his skull, remains of the migraine the mere thought of you had given him, and he resolved to take a break, albeit a small one.

Before duty called again and pushed him back towards those cursed documents, he stood and strode towards the door for his cabin, eager to take a deep breath from the night breeze surely blowing through the sails of his ship. The wind was cold that late at night, and the fresh air made him feel anew, just like the faint clamor of noises he could hear from the higher deck, right above his cabin.

“The coat, the hat,” Sako’s voice mused in the distance, barely loud enough for Tomura to hear. “Are you planning on stealing our dear Captain’s whole wardrobe?”

“Stealing would imply that I got them without permission,” you replied, matter-of-factly. “The coat was a rental, and the hat I earned, fair and square.”

Tomura didn’t mean to eavesdrop — had it been about anyone else, he would have climbed the stairs towards the higher deck, where the whole crew was gathered in the light of a few candles like every evening, and joined the conversation. But this time, it was you talking about him, and curiosity wrapped around his heart like a prickling blanket, sinking its claws into his thoughts as mercilessly as a wild animal. Instead of either going back to his cabin or making his presence known, he simply leaned against the doorframe without a noise, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened.

“You should ask for his blood next,” Toga chimed in, tone as cheerful as ever. “Make a little vial that you could wear on a necklace or something. That would be the cutest thing.”

The sea breeze carried the sound of your laugh like a song.

“It’s probably full of diseases,” Dabi said, always so sour in the way he spoke. “What the hell do you see in him, for you to be so smitten with that mug of his?”

The question made Tomura roll his eyes, an annoyed sigh spilling from his lips.

But he’d studied you long enough that he could picture your reaction clear as day, without even seeing it — you would frown, throwing a glare at Dabi, your gaze terrifying enough it could make a grown man weep and then, you would bite your lower lip in a soon-to-be-unsuccessful attempt at holding back the jab you were dying to throw at your opponent. It would be insulting, it would be cold, it would be devastating, because you were as violent with your words as you were with your blade, and Dabi was the main receptor of the rage you kept so silently tucked in the depths of your mind, concealed beneath a soft little smile and eyes full of gentle kindness.

But silence stretched, and for a second, Tomura wondered if Dabi had managed to shut you up — or if, perhaps, you shared the tattooed man’s opinion on his appearance, a thought that filled his chest with pure, overwhelming dread.

“It’s just…” you started after a few seconds of hesitation, some type of uncharacteristic shyness pulling at your words. “He’s…”

Tomura waited with a frown, desperately wishing you could get it over with faster.

“He looks like… moonlight.”

Moonlight.

What the hell did it mean? If he’d been confused by your words or behavior before, that was a whole new level. Was his skin too pale? Was his face too covered in weird little spots, damaged skin that was rough to the touch here and there? Did he look like a creature of the night, a monster that found shelter in the shadows only?

“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!” Toga sang.

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Dabi mocked.

The sigh that crossed your lips was so loud even Tomura could hear it.

“You don’t understand,” you said, almost indignantly. “It’s the kind of light that’s just so soft and gentle, you want to bask in it. There’s a kind of comforting loneliness to moonlight, as I think there is to him. Maybe to me, as well.”

You marked a pause, and Tomura noticed he’d been holding his breath.

“And he’s just as pretty as the moon. I could stare at him for hours.”

He raised a trembling hand to his face in the desperate hopes to conceal the searing blush that he felt creeping over his cheeks. It burned underneath his skin, making even more heat birth in the depths of his chest, a fire that he didn’t know how to extinguish. Slowly, he turned back towards his cabin, taking the few steps needed to get inside, and closed the door behind him, drowning the sound of your voice into the silence of his quarters.

He hadn’t been supposed to hear that.

He wished he hadn’t, because now, a thunderstorm was raging in his heart, threatening to rip out of his chest, pulsing beneath his ribs as it called your name. The feeling was as painful as it was exhilarating, and it stole each and every breath from Tomura’s lungs as it settled deep inside his entrails, never to be chased away.

“Moonlight,” he murmured for no one but himself, some kind of awe pulling at his voice as the word rolled on his tongue.

If he was moonlight, you shone brighter than the sun.

He longed to reach for you and bask in your light, to let your warmth fill his harsh, rotten little heart, to lean into your touch, ever so gentle. He would cradle your face in clumsy, rough hands as pale as the moon and you would smile, sunlight made flesh, until he felt like he could die for a chance to get a taste of your lips, of your skin, or more.

And maybe you’d let him.

Or maybe he’d get burned on the way.

Either way, that was a pain he was eager to feel.

—

Each breath after that felt like diving into dark waters, devoid of any knowledge of the monsters it contained. Tomura wasn’t easily impressed — not by syrens, not by seastorms, not even by your blade as you had wielded it against him merely a few weeks before. He was a man made of sharp edges and clever wits, a proud leader who’d learned to swallow every hint of fear or worry before it could clog his lungs, his throat, his thoughts.

Yet, you made him feverish.

It was an unknown evil that spread through his entrails and made a home there, like a dire, overwhelming need. It was a stash of desires, some gentle and some sickeningly filthy, all catching fire in a burning inferno whenever your eyes lingered on his face. He now knew your thoughts about him, and he’d never felt less like moonlight than since you’d referred him as such in that conversation that was meant to be secret from his prying ears.

Act on it, Tomura, the voice of a ghost whispered in his mind. Just take. Anything you want is yours to have.

But he wouldn’t, because the mere thought of it was a liability as long as he didn’t know where your loyalties lay. You’d called him better, and he hoped he was — or at least, good enough to swallow his own desires and cravings until he knew you wouldn’t stab him in the back on your way to his bed. For his own sake, and the sake of his crew.

It wasn’t easy, though.

Thoughts plagued his mind like a disease, and he sometimes wished he were as reckless as he used to be, lifetimes ago. It would be so easy, if only he just gave in, if only he decided to put his trust in you at last, his fateful enemy turned faithful companion. He would only have to hold out a hand and reach out for you, and how nice would your skin feel under the touch of his callous fingers? He’d dreamed of the taste of your lips, the whimpers that would cross them as he took you, of a thousand ways he’d tear each and every cute little sound from the safe comfort of your mouth.

He took a deep breath in a vain attempt to shake those images from his sickened mind, instead doing his best to focus on the task at hand — the sharpening of his sword. The stone laid on his thighs as he sat in his cabin, the blade moving in quick, dangerous moves and leaving a trail of iron dust in its wake. It was mechanical, and not difficult enough to clean the filth from Tomura’s mind, no matter how much he silently pleaded his own heart to turn from the thought of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Hey, Captain, I was wondering—”

The sound of your voice echoed in Tomura’s cabin when you pushed the door to it, at the same time as the blade slashed through his palm. He cursed himself in silence, barely stifling an annoyed groan as he took in the cut — it was a big gash, deep and dark, enough to make blood drip in rivers down his forearm, staining his clothes, splattering on the wooden floor.

Maybe he’d been underestimating the extent of his little weakness, if the mere sound of your voice was enough to startle him so.

“Careful with that blade,” you said, but the words weren’t mocking. Instead, you eyed him with quiet concern. “If you hadn’t slashed me once or twice already, I’d even think you were clumsy with a weapon. Or is something on your mind, perhaps?”

If only you knew — he couldn’t tell you, wouldn’t tell you, though.

His mind was playing enough tricks to torment him without you barging into the scene as well. You wouldn’t be cruel with it, he knew, and that was what made the perspective so damn dreadful — you’d be gentle, you’d be kind, you’d whisper sweet nothings in his ears like you’d done unknowingly last time, and Tomura wouldn’t be strong enough to keep your thieving hands away from the filthy, darkened heart that lay in the safe comfort of his chest. If he knew how to fight opponents by thousands, he’d never faced such a threat, and who was to say he was cold enough to withstand the desire, the need he felt should it be requited?

He ignored the thought once again.

“Nothing,” he replied, the sourness in his tone barely concealed. “Nothing’s on my mind. What were you wondering?”

“If you’d let me patch you up,” you simply replied, striding your way towards him. No matter the words, you weren’t asking for permission, he knew, and despite his wishes that you would simply turn and leave him to his misery, you still sat on his desk right beside him, eyeing the cut with careful attention.

“Since when do you have nursing credentials?”

The jab was stupid, but an amused smile reached your lips.

“I had to learn to heal myself, for both shallow and deep wounds,” you explained. “Can’t exactly go to the navy’s infirmary with these.”

You gestured loosely to your chest, and Tomura instantly averted his gaze.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look—

No amount of self control was enough for the way you leaned towards him from the desk you were perched on, grasping his slashed hand between gentle fingers. His eyes wandered then, despite his cold resolutions, on the soft, silky skin he could make out beneath the fabric of the shirt Toga had lent you. It looked inviting, mesmerizing, fascinating, and he wondered if it would mark easily under his touch, bruise in the shape of his fingers, or redden with the brand of his teeth.

When you slightly turned to study the wound more closely, the piece of clothing slid just a few inches along your shoulder, letting Tomura peek at the cut he’d given you, right underneath the cream-colored fabric. It started near your collarbone and ran lower, lower, lower, in places he wasn’t yet allowed to see but could picture and imagine just as well — places he wished he could claim again, with his mouth instead of his blade this time.

“It’s not that deep,” you commented. “This should be enough.”

In a careless gesture, you pulled at the piece of fabric that held your hair together. It wasn’t luxurious enough to be called a ribbon, not old or crumpled enough to be called a rag either, just somewhere in between that. Most of all, it smelled like you, like iron and blood, like seawater and vanilla.

You wrapped it around his wound and Tomura watched, almost entranced, as your fingers brushed against his, gentle and warm and kind. He wondered what else those hands of yours could do, the mere thought of it making too-hot shivers run down his spine.

He let a relieved sigh cross his lips when you let him go, his hand now all patched up.

But, of course, you wouldn’t allow him any kind of respite.

“Want me to kiss it better?” you asked, eying the results of your work with slight amusement.

The perspective had him grit his teeth in a vain tentative way to keep a grasp on his self-control. It was only half-effective.

“What?”

You simply shrugged in response, but the look in your eyes didn’t seem to reflect the filth of the thoughts that were swarming his own mind — he saw nothing but gentle innocence in those irises of yours, the type of kindness you’d accustomed him to.

“My mother used to do it when I was younger, before she died. Always said a kiss would make anything better. I figured you hadn’t ever experienced that, given your upbringing.”

Tomura’s only memories of a gentle touch were fleeting, blurry, from a past that had unfolded long before he became the pirate Tomura Shigaraki. He hadn’t ever been kissed kindly after a cut, had never been caught in a loving embrace, nor felt a heart beat against his as he let himself melt into the warmth of someone’s tender arms. All because he didn’t even consider it as something plausible for someone like him.

But now, as you slowly grasped his hand in yours once again, he found that he wanted to. Desperately.

And so, he nodded.

“Alright. Do it quickly before I change my mind.”

Because it was dangerous, it was risky, it was a liability. But every single hint at worry that had clogged his mind before faded into a cloud of dirty smoke when you raised his hand to your lips and kissed him there, right in the crook of his wrist, a mere inch below the beginning of the cut, concealed beneath the piece of cloth that smelled like you.

Fire burned beneath his flesh at the touch, so soft and gentle it felt like the kind embrace of a warm summer breeze. It was short, fleeting, gone as soon as he’d felt it, and he almost wished he could beg you to keep going, or at least return the favor, and not only on your wrist but on every single inch of skin you would allow him to touch.

The stupidest idea flashed in Tomura’s mind, but he chased it away with a shake of his head — no, he wouldn’t try and bribe Dabi to get him to punch you in the lips just so that he could make you the same offer. Mostly because Dabi would rat him out at the first opportunity, despite being the only one of his crew members who would accept such a deal.

“There,” you said. “Wait and tell me if it worked, okay?”

You stood up and made your way to the door, your now untied hair gracefully framing your face. The sight made Tomura wish he could pull back one of the strands behind your ear, letting his fingers brush against your cheek as he did so.

“I doubt it will,” he simply replied.

As you laughed, mentioning something about dinner being ready and left him there, closing the door to his cabin behind you, he stretched his hand, searching for the pain that should pulse through the wound there. But instead of the prickling of the cut, the only thing he could feel on his skin was the memory of the soft touch of your lips and so, maybe you’d been right.

Maybe he hurt less than he did before.

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We're slowly but surely getting there with their relationship hehe!! Next chapter is a bit spicier and then we get to the smut, it's already written 👀✨

I'll post the next chapter as soon as I get enough comments on this one hehe 💕 (People tend to comment only the last chapter of a fic but I need my fill for each of them djsndsnjkjsk)

Please leave a comment, it'll make my day!!

[xzcopycat]

Another drawing for this amazing fic, this time for Chapter Thrity Four >:3

The auction house scene was God tier, let me tell you that✨

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

JOMP BPC - April 29th - Freebie

I wish April Genevieve Tucholke would write another paranormal book, I love her take on the genre so much 💕

[chocolatepot]

The final chapter!

rating: T | words: 16,672 (total) | chapter: 7/7

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, POV Stede Bonnet, POV Blackbeard | Edward Teach, things are going to get dark, Not too dark, you know how much I like harping on how much these two love each other, no beta we die like lucius DEFINITELY DIDN'T, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Stede Bonnet Loves Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Royal Privateering Academy for Wayward Seamen, Eventual Happy Ending

[silvysartfulness]

Only cuz you invited questions about your fics but I think about your Deep Blue Sea fic a lot and it maybe haunts my dreams because i love it so much but i wanted to know if you had any ideas about how xue yang makes it up to xiao xingchen and song lan to regain their trust and reach that frankly adorable epilogue. specifically song lan because the betrayal there was just so much deeper and i love xue yang having to work hard for song lan's forgiveness(for as much as 'forgiveness' is even possible) and trust.

Ahh, that makes me so happy to hear! I’m deeply fond of that fic, so I’m delighted that it’s getting some love! 😍

Their getting back together is less about making up for things or repentance, and more about trying again while being honest with each other and trying to understand each other. Recognizing how much of what Xue Yang did and the things they have in common was real, and building upon that.

It’s all very fragile at first, both Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan understandably quite wary to trust Xue Yang at all – it’s one thing to have had your little non-profit infiltrated by industrial espionage, but this is a dangerous killer sent to literally destroy everything you’ve worked for. And Xue Yang equally wary to trust that they’ll actually give him this second chance, that it isn’t just a trap or that he’ll be tossed aside the moment he’s no longer useful.

But first things first they have a dolphin to save, so they all roll their sleeves up and get to work.

Xue Yang and Babydoll move into the Yicheng Group garage at first, rummaging all Shuanghua’s equipment aside enough to fit her pool and a cot in there so Xue Yang can spend all his time with his dolphin as she gets used to all the sudden changes while they’re negotiating more permanent solutions with Jin Guangyao. I’m sure Wei Wuxian helps keep tabs on Xue Yang’s digital trail, too, just to make sure he’s not up to no good.

It’s… pretty miserable at first, with all the other volunteers avoiding Xue Yang like the plague with the possible exception for a-Qing who is all too happy to chew him out whenever they bump into each other outside.

More than once Xue Yang considers just walking away (and probably acts on the impulse a couple of times, though somehow he always ends up coming back.)

More than once, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen question their judgment in giving things a second chance in the first place.

But they’ve talked it through over and over. What Xue Yang did to the Chang and to Baixue were horrific things – but he was just a teenager at the time, barely more than a child, let down by the systems the Yicheng Group themselves fight so hard to change. They’ve had rehabilitating criminals and ex-cons among their volunteers before – it would feel hypocritical not to extend the same compassion and opportunity to start over to Xue Yang, provided he puts in the work to prove that he’s willing to change.

The therapy helps a lot, too.

Both individually and in their various constellations. It’s like pulling teeth, especially for Xue Yang who hates showing vulnerability and often doesn’t analyze or even understand his own emotions in the first place. But the end goal is worth it. They persevere.

Bit by bit, they heal. They learn to trust again. To love again – or rather, to accept and finally embrace the love that never really went away.

By the time they’re given the chance to move their operations to the Jinlintai islands, there’s so much work to do, they can put aside a lot of the remaining hurt and uncertainty and just get busy. Both Xue Yang and Song Lan do better when they can express themselves through hard work than words, anyway. Building the research center together is a metaphor for them rebuilding their relationship so blatant even Xue Yang can’t miss it!

So they build, and they grow and they put in the work.

Babydoll is an excellent character witness, proof that Xue Yang is capable of taking good care of those he loves when given the chance! And I’m sure Daoren showing up helped a lot, too, letting Xue Yang practice and show off his caring side even more, raising the little orphaned baby dolphin.

At the time of the epilogue, they’re still working on all these things – the trust (going all three ways! If you want to be trusted, you have to trust others in return, even with your weaknesses and flaws! You have to talk about the difficult things!) and patience and compromises and moving on beyond past hurt. They’re still in regular therapy, learning better ways to cope with past trauma and handling rough situations. They still hurt each other from time to time, though they’re getting better at not lashing out, and at apologizing and moving on when it does happen.

It’s a work in progress – but they are making progress.

And the love is still there. Held together with duct tape and bandaids at times, but the love is still there.

Together, they’re building something extraordinary.

And they’re happy. ♥

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison, 1992; photo by Mark Seliger.

Song spotlight: "Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea" & "Rocking Chair In Hawaii" —

“On [British] television about a year ago I did this thing singing ‘The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea.’ It’s for this guy Jools Holland; he’s done a couple of these TV shows. One was called Walking To New Orleans with Fats Domino and different people. This one was called Mr. Road Runner. It’s about the Devil trying to follow him, and it talks about Robert Johnson and all that, so he asked me to do a song about something to do with the devil, [laughter] and I remembered this one from Cab Calloway.” - George Harrison, Goldmine, November 27, 1992

“And when we came across a tape of the live TV version of that old chestnut, `Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea,' which George had recorded years ago with Jools Holland and his band, it was magic. George was front and centre with his ukulele, playing it brilliantly, and his voice was so strong and happy. We had to include that on the album. He was proud of that performance.” - Jeff Lynne, ezfolk.com, November 9, 2002

“I think the first person who really got me interested in guitar was ‪‪Jimmie Rodgers‬‬, the Singing Brakeman. My father enjoyed music and he used to go away to sea, and he brought back this big windup gramophone and ‪‪Jimmie Rodgers‬‬ records: ‘Blue Yodel’ and ‘Waiting For A Train.’” - George Harrison, Billboard, December 5, 1992

“As for Hoagy Carmichael, I’ve been nuts for him since I was a kid. I cut his ‘Hong Kong Blues’ on Somewhere in England, and there’s still a few more of his I wouldn’t mind doing, like ‘Old Rocking Chair.’ Maybe one day — not just yet, but one day when I get a bit older…” - George Harrison, Musician, November 1987

“The original tongue-in-cheek take during All Things Must Pass was a straight pastiche of the Williams track [‘Long Gone Lonesome Blues’]. […] It was almost as if in memory of the proto-recliners honored in song by Harrison heroes Hoagy Carmichael and Big Bill Broonzy, although it’s remains an obvious Hank Williams cover at heart.” - While My Guitar Gently Weeps: The Music of George Harrison (2006) (x)

More about this photo shoot by Seliger for Rolling Stone here.

[melodramaticcoffeeaddict]

Chapters: 47/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Nefertari Vivi & Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates & Roronoa Zoro, Kuina & Roronoa Zoro Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Nefertari Vivi, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Vinsmoke Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Brook (One Piece), Strawhat Pirates, Kuina (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, Heart Pirates Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Found Family, chosen family, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Canon-Typical Violence, Nakamaship, Friendship/Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rape, depicted ONLY in opening scene, Slavery, Human Trafficking, Roronoa Zoro Needs a Hug, Protective Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates, Roronoa Zoro hurts so pretty, Crew as Family, Zoro is from Alabasta, kind of, Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings, Touch Aversion, Touch-Starved, No beta we die like ace, on fire but smiling, Platonic Cuddling, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

"Don't be stupid." Zoro rolled his eyes, setting his katana down. "I'd never leave you." "But, I want you to." Vivi sat down beside him, blue eyes shining with tears. "You want so much more than this. I know you do. I saw it in your eyes when we were on Merry. You were meant to be an adventurer, Zoro. You were meant to be free." 

or

After a twisted turn of events, Zoro starts out as Vivi's swordsman and ends up as Luffy's.

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I have risen from the ashes like a phoenix 🦅🔥 and now I shall burst into flames once again 🔥🔥

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@chocolatepot I have been begging for a kraken!stede scenario AU for months thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

[phantomlordreshiram]

Forgot to post this for my first art of July! Featuring Keldeo Marlon (inspired by @isshusgotissues). Also featuring one of my favorite rock bands of the 21st century, Black Stone Cherry, and their 2011 album “Between the Devil and The Deep Blue Sea”

Likes/Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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George Harrison: Between The Devil & The Deep Blue Sea

[peachesandmilktea]

is this the day i finally edit the next chapter of Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

[alectoperdita]

Fanfiction: Between the Dragon and the Deep Blue Sea (5559 words) by Alecto

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Characters: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Kaiba Seto Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drowning, Swimming Pools, Beaches, Secret Crush, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

After the nightmares subsided, Jounouchi assumed he was fine. It wasn't his first near-death experience. Summer swim lessons reveal otherwise. It's Kaiba's fault. It's always his fault.

A birthday gift for the lovely @luxielovesparkles! 🎉🎊🎂 Inspired by previous conversations/comments about Jounouchi's almost drowning giving him a new fear of water.

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"You fucking idiot!" Kaiba roared, tearing off his sodden jacket and flinging it on the ground. "If you can't swim, don't get in the fucking pool. Especially when there's no one around. You could've drowned—"

"I know how to swim!"

Kaiba froze. His white-knuckled fists were twisted in his linen shirt, wringing it dry. He stared at Jounouchi.

"So you were trying to kill—"

"No!" Jounouchi grabbed fists of his soaking hair and pulled. The pain was almost clarifying. "I wasn't trying to kill myself, goddammit. I can swim! Or I used to be able to! Before your stupid fucking tournament last year!"

Last summer felt like an eternity ago.

Kaiba fell silent. Tight-lipped, his expression turned somber as he scanned his own memories. Jounouchi spotted the exact moment Kaiba reached a conclusion.

"The incident at the docks," Kaiba said mechanically.

[overactive-amygdala]

I dunno, I keep hearing about Jenkins saying there’s no ofmd without con and my assumption is he’s gonna be in season 3 only in flashbacks, or as a ghost talking to Ed. And I’d just be so mad Izzy’s character gets reduced back down to managing Ed and being sassy. Season 1 Izzy was a delight, for sure, I love that cranky bastard man, but he went through so much development, if that’s how they keep him in the show then I’ll just die mad about it I guess. Just not gonna bother with S3. That’s it, my last Izzy rant. Thanks so much to every mutual who allowed me to remain on their dash :’)

[chocolatepot]

Yes, I have a new WIP!

A part of Stede thought that when he went to sleep that night, he would wake up the next morning to find that none of it really happened: the kiss, the arrest, maybe even his entire career as a pirate. But when he does wake, it’s in his bunk, at the hands of a guard who looks young enough to be his son.

In which Stede makes it to the dinghy, and Ed doesn't.

This is based off a really fantastic AU concept by @wearfinethingsalltoowell, who is in possession of a sparkling galaxy brain.

(Chapter 1/7, T, 2240 words)