Back at it again with a tough lesbian fanfic. I have a type, I suppose. 👀 They gotta look like they could hurt me. 😅 Anyways, here’s:
Chaem from Coral Island | Cooking Up Romance
“Hey!”
A gentle nudge startled me awake. I blinked and stared down at the culprit. One bare foot—tanned and wide from years of walking around without shoes—was poised in the air, ready to strike again if necessary. I traced it upward, my gaze trailing along its owner’s muscular calf, their thighs each thicker than my head, their perfectly sun-kissed abs and biceps that looked like they could crush me in a bear hug if they wanted to.
But there was nothing playful in the way their owner gazed down at me. Their expression was set, almost stern. “You’re in my way.”
“Oh? Uh…sorry.” I quickly climbed to my feet and bent to retrieve my towel. “Are these spots assigned or something?”
“What?” Their face scrunched up in confusion. “No. This is just where I stand. I’m the lifeguard here.”
I glanced to my left down the beach, seeing only the woman in the chair. To the right, I found no one. “Uh huh. And…exactly whose life are you guarding?”
They crossed their arms over their chest, and my attention was immediately diverted to their chiseled shoulders. Muscles like that had always been my weakness.
“School is about to let out. And this beach is the place to be when you live on such a small island.”
I forced my gaze upward to meet their eye again. “Uh, Sure. Yeah, that makes sense. Well…happy guarding.”
After taking a few awkward steps away, something pulled me back: a gut feeling I couldn’t ignore. I needed to at least get their name.
“So…is there really nowhere else one could go to… I dunno, hang out?”
They cast me a sideward glance, seemingly surprised that I was still standing there. “Do you mean for the kids, or…?”
I felt my cheeks grow hot. “Oh! No, I mean for me.”
“Well, there’s always Fishensips for food and karaoke.”
“Oh, perfect! I love food!”
The slightest smile twitched at the corner of their full lips. “I recommend Frank’s pesto pasta. It’s the best around. There’s also Raj’s Coffee Corner right out front where most islanders go in the mornings. Their coffee is really good, or so I hear.”
So, they don’t drink coffee…
“And what’s your favorite place on the island?” I asked.
They turn toward me, their expression softening just a bit. “The hot springs, without a doubt. Nothing beats a hot soak after a hard workout.”
I swallowed hard, determined to not allow myself to imagine it. “That sounds amazing. I’ve been working so hard all morning trying to clear all these stupid rocks out of the garden and…” I trailed off, worried I might begin to ramble.
“Right. You’re the new farmer.”
“I’m Riley,” I said with a smile.
“Riley,” they repeated. Their voice was deep and a little gruff. I loved the sound of my name in their mouth. “I’m Chaem.”
But they didn’t move to shake my hand or anything. They still stood there, cross-armed, as their gaze flitted between me and the ocean.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Chaem. Could I…ask your pronouns?”
“She/her is fine,” she said. Then she chuckled. “Thanks for asking. Most people just assume. I guess the tourists aren’t used to seeing strong women.”
I hugged my towel to my chest with a chuckle. “Oh, trust me. I get it. Long hair and a little mascara and most people assume I’m a woman. Not all nonbinary people are androgynous.”
“Exactly! Do you use they/them?”
“I do,” I said with a nod. “But I wouldn’t punch someone for throwing a she in there now and again.”
Chaem nodded, amused. I dug my toes into the sand and wracked my brain for something to ask just to keep her talking. But she spoke up before I could think of anything.
“Well…I’d better get to work. It only takes a split second for somebody to get into trouble in the water. But I bet the Beach Shack has people in it if you want to chat.”
I glanced toward the little hut with a frown. “Oh, that’s all right. I…don’t really know anyone yet. But maybe I’ll see you at the Fishensips sometime?”
“Sure,” she said simply. “See you.”
"Yeah. See you."
I backed away with a wave of my hand and turned on my heel to plod off through the sand. Chaem was...direct. A little gruff. But she'd been friendy, right? I couldn't have imagined it. As I passed by, Yuri lowered the corner of her book just enough to shoot me a playful smirk. She’d heard every word, I was sure of it. Heat flooded my face and I walked faster just to get the heck out of there.
The longer I walked, the more foolish I felt. By the time I reached the cabin, I was certain that I’d been blinded by muscles and that I’d ignored every sign that Chaem had little to no interest in talking to me. I was always doing that!
But after years of all work and very little play, I was starved for attention. I finally had time for socialization. I was ready for friendship. And, if I was lucky, for love. Coming to this island was supposed to be my chance at a better life. And I wasn’t creating it by keeping myself cooped up in that old cabin. I needed to put myself out there!
So, I cleaned myself up and picked out my cutest outfit. And as the sun began to set, I made my way across the bridge and into town for some dinner at Fishensips.
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ROUND 1 MATCH 49
Satan propaganda:
“Okay listen, I know his name is literally Satan but he's a cutie patootie. He loves cats which is a big green flag, and he loves reading, like his room is basically a library, AND HE'S SUCH A HOPELESS ROMANTIC, like he'd kiss you on the hand, get on his knee and all that stuff and then say the most romantic shit and also he would mean it. He would ABSOLUTELY take you on dates to a cat cafe. Like he's such a sweet and understanding guy, and he's so smart too like AOHEOSGEKHDKS. He is a demon and the Avatar of Wrath but he's so much more than that, he does his best to control his anger all the time and doesn't let that define him.
Tldr: He's a cutie patootie who just loves cats, reading and you.”
Chaem propaganda:
“Chaem hot!!! She's an athlete and has a blunt personality. She likes pizza and seafood ramen. She works as a lifeguard too and please I will fake drowning if she holds me in her arms.”
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