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ayyezhongli · 3 years

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dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

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evera6234 · 4 years

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Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter I

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY:

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely. ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

Transferred from AO3.

Lemme know if ya wanna be tagged

OK. Umm.. First fic on AO3. K. We doin this, and we starting with this god awful piece of trash. Yes. Life. Fuck.

Things ur signing up for:

Big boi Mari & Chloe Friendship Good Vibes TM

My ass shitting on Adrien bc im a salty bitch (and if u aint about that life, its ok. U can leave bc im not interested in fighting with people. No offence or disrespect to adrien stans but yea)

And Adrien stalker moments

Lila and Alya salt (plz see “im a salty bitch”)

Shitty update schedule, if any. I’m counting on yall to harass me to write.

Marinette & Jason “sibling-esque” relationship bc we all need that

An obscene amount of cursing (as you can already tell)

The class will not be “Our singular communal brain-cell is fucking dead, help.” levels of dumb, but still “I have the IQ of a wet potato sack” levels of dumb.

Eventual negation of canon bc we live that life

“Espresso with a dash of Depresso” Moments TM

I'm originally an MLB fan. So do what you will with that info.

The good old “Ozmav AU” but with some lime and spice

As slow burn as I can

Mental Health stuff and the repercussions of having multiple identities treated completely differently

And the crown jewel of this entire fic… Auntie Harley and Ivy.

And….. sorry…. Ppl will kinda be OOC but im trying my very best.

Tbh I have no idea where this going rn but... i mean… it going somewhere (specifically hell) because everything does. Leave ideas plz, don’t kill me. Just bully me.

So yea. Lemme know what u want and if I want to, I might just squeeze it into the fic (if it fit ofc, im not just gonna add random 50 year time-lapses). I'll try my best ;)))) (<-- my quadruple chin)

Chloe’s head hangs heavy on Mari’s shoulder as the pressurised air surrounding them vibrates with the sounds… of well… a plane. Chloe had a tough couple weeks; late night combat practises with the new team (LB, Hornet, Viperion and Ryuuko) has obviously taken a toll on her partner. Both wrapped in a thick velvet blanket that Chloe remembered to pack (thank kwami) sharing a pair of headphones, both were lulled into a peaceful slumber.

Alya laughs as Lila tips her small glass of diet coke (that a flight attendant painstakingly poured for her) on a sleeping Marinette’s side of Chloe’s blanket, effectively waking her up. “Oopsies! Sorry Marinette! You see, the cabin air has really been worsening my arthritis. I didn’t mean it! I swear! Cross my heart!” apologized Lila with fake concern as Alya giggles beside her.

Marinette, literally seeing Lila’s crossed figures behind her back says “At least Chloe is still sleeping, she needs the rest.” Alya, Lila and her empty cup saunter beck to their seats nearby.

Mari and her class finally land in Gotham’s cold December night. Freshly hushed into a private shuttle, the class are driven to their hotel. It is late: around 3:30 AM. With heavy eyelids the class gazed out the bus’s windows in awe. The merging view of traffic and Christmas lights chase them to their residence. No one really remembers or knows what happened that night. Just the feeling of falling, be it into a white fluffy hotel comforter or into the crisp Gotham air.

“Oh! My! Gosh!!!” hears Marinette as Lila on the bus to Wayne Enterprise. “I feel so. At. Home!” In Marinette’s tired ears, there were more exclamation marks.

“Of course… The only thing that can inhabit Gotham alleyways are cockroaches and villains,” Chloe grumbles beneath her breath, looking out the window.

“What have I ever done to you Chloe?” Lila cries, “I understand why Marinette bullies me, she is a jealous and vile girl. But I thought you, Chloe, want to be a better person, not a bully like that bitch, Marinette!”

“How dare you. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!” Chloe yells as the recent words loop in her mind,

“Not gonna call your daddy, huh?” Alya taunts.

Chloe, with tears in her eyes begins, but is quickly interrupted by Marinette, “No she will not. She doesn’t need to. Chloe grew a lot over the last couple months, I’m so proud of her. She doesn’t need your bitch-ass approval.” Marinette grasps Chloe’s hand which previously wrapped itself around the fabric of Chloe’s heavy caramel winter coat.

“Quiet on the bus!”, A yell came from the front.

“But, Mr. Bus Driver… Marinette is being a…”

“Shut it! Y’all want me to kamikaze this shit into a building? I’m guessing y’all value your lives so shut it!”

“Ms.Guardian, can I please have a cookie?” Pollen softly asks from the inside of Chloe’s giant white faux leather handbag.

“Shh… Pollen! Now’s not the time!!!” stresses Tikki.

“Please Ms. Guardian!!! I’m so so so hungry. This bag isn’t very warm and it’s taking all my energy to keep warm. A lil blubber wouldn’t hurt…. please!!”.

“Of course Pollen,” quietly respond Mari with a grin, “Here you go.” She pulls out a couple cookies from a Tupperware and hands them to Pollen. “Please share them with Tikki,” whispers Marinette into the bag.

Marinette and Chloe then hears two tiny “thank you”s followed by the sound that can only be described increasingly aggressive chomping. Both girls giggle quietly.

“Welcome to Gotham,” says an unenthusiastic man at the front desk. “Congratulations, you are…” He checks his computer. “On time? Interesting.”

“Yes, we are aware,” grumbles Mrs. Bustier, already done with the man’s attitude.

“Okay so before the tour starts I’m doing to need the student who set-up this field trip to sign a couple forms and stuff. Here ya go.” The man pushed a thicc pile of paper into the teachers hand.

“Oooh! That would be me sir!” Lila chirped, intercepting the papers before skipping back to her posse of her’s. A few seconds after beginning to fill out paperwork Lila cries “Ouch! My wrist! My arthritis! Can someone help me filling out all these form.”

“I’ll fill them out, I’m only going to need your signatures,” offered Max.

“Thank you Max, you are so sweet!” Lila complements.

“Of course, your arthritis was badly affected by the altitude yesterday, you shouldn’t be staining your wrist so early!” Max blushed.

“Maribug, you gonna to say something?”

“Nah, just watch. Entertainment without a Netflix membership.”

#dcu x mlb #dc x miraculous #daminette #maribat #marinette deserves better #chloe redemption #ozmav #ml salt #adrien salt #alya salt #lila salt #chloe sugar #we love chloe in this house #aunty harley and ivy of ya'll stick around #cross-posted on ao3 #miraculous salt

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whirlybirdwhat · 3 years

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Heyo~ I just wanted to say that your fanfics have inspired me to write my owns, they're so good!!

But my writing isn't nearly as good, do you have any advices for this starting writer? <3

oh my gosh anon !!!!!! im ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ !! im so glad they inspire you, and I wish you all the best on your writing!!! you got this, and please link them if/when you post!!!! 👀👀👀

as for advice - i got a few things!

first off, your writing is yours, and - especially in fic - there isn't necessarily a type of 'good' writing, just different skill sets! for instance, i find that my weak point is dialogue, while im great at worldbuilding + emotions. another writer might be the opposite, but it doesn't mean my writing is 'bad' and theirs is 'good' or the reverse, simply that we have different strengths! as you grow as a writer, you will find your strengths and learn to grow them, and your weak points! there is truly no standard, so don't put yourself down!!

moving on to more advice however - (EDIT: theres a tldr at the bottom because sorry, i rambled a bit!!)

1. write. it doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter when, it doesn't matter how! I have written fics on sticky notes in the middle of class (whiskey peak chapter of esom) on discord in the span of a few hours (make a choice (turncoat hero)) and in my notes apps (the ace/yamato fic i posted)!! if you learn to write anywhere you please, this will keep ideas from leaving your mind, and allow you to get into the zone that there doesn't have to be a set time to write!

2. length never matters for a fic. If 100 words is all it takes to write what you want to write, then 100 words is all it takes! don't let the general adoration for long fics to scare you off from writing, and write what you're comfortable with. I know writers who only write chapter fics, and writers who will only write one shots (then there's me, who tries to do both at once lol.)

3. when i am lost with the plot of a fic, the first thing i do is draft an outline of what i want to happen next. this is just a simple bullet point outline, in the general fashion of, say

- luffy gets a different hat post pirate king

- monkey steals hat

- luffy calls for zoro

- zoro sleeping?? sanji kicks him then fight

- the monkey is revealed as the red haired pirates monkey

- shanks shows up "miss me anchor?" party time

brief, follows a simple set of actions, perhaps one or two lines that i thought of while writing, and gives me a skeleton to follow so that when i lose myself in a fic i know where i can go next. Some people find it useful to do this at the beginning with a super detailed plot, and others never write a outline at all! it depends again on how you grow as a writer, so don't be afraid to try different things out when you approach a fic

4. stuck on a part? writer block? can't focus? get up drink a glass of water, and get back to writing! i find this helps me get refocused on writing when i am stuck, a little body 'wake up' as you will.

5. never EVER delete a scene from a fic. never. NEVER. move that scene to another doc, put it in a 'scrapped writing' folder, idc, but never delete it entirely. it helps you grow as a writer, and you can always put the scene back/reword it, etc. i cannot count on my hands how many times i have reworked a previously scrapped portion of a fic and came out the better for it!

6. having multiple wips is okay!! celebrate it even!! i always have at least five docs for five separate fics up on my computer at all times so i can shuffle between them when writing and write what im inspire for in that moment. its okay if you never make headway on one of them, as long as the ideas keep flowing

7. want to get something out quick? word wars are your friend - set a timer for 15 minutes, and write as many words as you can. this is especially fun if you have someone doing it with you, so you can compare counts at the end and share your story!!

8. writing, like all art, takes time. and, generally, there is a chance you will write faster when you first set out to write then you will later, because later, you will be more conscious of your word choices and be more deliberate and careful in your plot, rather than just churning out works. It's okay if you don't churn out 5k a day - writing is not an obligation!

9. have. fun. im serious! write what you want to write, even if it seems no one will love it or like it or want to read it - write what brings you joy, what makes you smile, even if it's something that's been done a thousand times before!! this is what fic is, for your own personal enjoyment. Additionally, do not be discouraged if there's a low amount of reviews for something you put your heart and soul. it sucks ass, yes, (i have a couple fics i love which have only gotten like, a quarter of attention of some of my other fics) but ultimately, the idea you wrote down is one you want to see in the world!! it doesn't quite matter what anyone else likes.

10. grammarly, word counter, word, etc - anything with a spellcheck is your best friend, and will generally catch things you miss if you cant find someone to proofread for you. additionally, if you want to be more critical of your fic, look for friends tto give constructive critcism, but know that you absolutely do not have to accept it from any stranger online unless you asked specifically for it.

11. fanon is fanon and popular headcanons are popular headcanons and both are absolutely not canon. you do NOT have to follow it if you do not want to.

12. read!!! i read a lot of fic, a lot of published books, and each has something i really enjoy and apply to my own fics.

13. to reiterate again just... write. write and write and write. i have over 300k posted to ao3 rn, and more in my docs. you will not improve your writing to any standard that you set for yourself unless you write!! always practice!! learn from your mistakes!! grow!!! you will improve with time, i promise, just go out and write what makes you happy anon!!

tl;dr have fun, write a lot wherever and whenever, and write for yourself before anyone else. you will improve with time as a writer the more you practice, and it doesn't ever matter how long your work is.

if you want more specific advice on formatting fic/general rules/ your first time posting, feel free to send another ask!! but for now, i wish you the best of luck anon and a very 👀👀👀👀 at your future fics!!!

#that was #so much rambling i am sorry but i do hope its helpful!!#whirlywhat #whirlyanswers #advice #writing #fic writing advice #fic advice

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cullens-babe · 4 years

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I saw an idea of Solas meeting a desire demon and it relating to Lavellan. Here’s the post from @bloedewir and I was like “oh...”. So I imagined it dnwbd. But then I was like “what if it was multiple demons? Not just desire demons.” And if this isn’t okay with you since I’m kinda taking inspiration from your art, tell me and I’ll take it down :). But anyways-

Like,,he’s in the fade, just walking around (what do you do in the fade???) and he finds himself back at Skyhold. He feels guilt as he looks at the walls of the castle. He lead them here, he watched them grow, he supported them (he truly wanted to help them), and he fell in love with Lavellan. She was his Vhenan. His most precious person. Yet he left her, he betrayed her. He still remembers the way her voice and heart was broken when he left her in Crestwood. And the memory floods him.

“Solas...Dont leave me. Not now. I love you,” she told him, with her hands tightening their hold on his. He looked down at their hands and he saw her own hands shaking. She was shaking. She was scared. His heart hurt from this. He did want to stop. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to pull her into a hug and tell her he was sorry, but he couldn’t. He kept reminding himself that he can’t. His voice would yell at himself, “I CANT.”

“You have a rare and marvelous spirit. In another world,” he started. But she cut him off.

“Why not this one?” Her voice was shaking, her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. He shook his head, because he couldn’t speak. His throat started to hurt from the struggle to not cry as well. He pried his hands from hers, giving them one last squeeze, and walked away from her. No matter how far away he got, he swears he could still hear her sobs. Her sobs of pain.

“Solas,” he heard a voice call out. He opened his eyes (not realizing he closed them) and looked at his surroundings. He was still at Skyhold and suddenly in the main hall (is that what it’s called?? Where Varric is???) of the Inquisition and he saw Lavellan standing at the balcony above it. The windows behind her let in the sunlight and it surrounded her in a glow. As if she was an angel herself...

“Lavellan...”. His voice was nothing but a whisper, too afraid to become any louder. He saw her smile, and she ran down the steps and was a few feet in front of him. Her smile was as bright as ever. “Solas...I missed you!” She ran up to him and threw herself in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He didn’t waste the short amount of time he had with her, and he wrapped his arms around her as well. They hugged each other tight. However, after a few seconds, he realized she was...cold.

Colder than a human should be.

He pulled away and pushed her so she’d be in front of him again. He looked her up and down and it was Lavellan. But it wasn’t. He felt it. Her warmth wasn’t there anymore. It was cold and the emotion in her voice felt fake. He knew fake...since he was it for so long.

“Vhenan? What’s wrong?” Her voice was suddenly sad and worried. It sounded genuine for a second, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t her.

“You’re not her,” he told her, voice filled with anger. How dare a spirit or demon try to take the form of his beloved. The fake Lavellan looked confused for a second and scared, but she eventually dropped the act. Her face went to annoyed and she sighed as she rubbed her forehead with her fingers.

“You can’t accept anything, can you, Dread Wolf?” Her voice became demonic and echoed and felt like multiple people were talking. The voice was more sultry and darker than his Vhenan’s was. “You can’t just play along?” The demon looked angry and frustrated.

“How dare you-”

“HOW DARE ME?” The demon was angry and it screamed out into the fade. The Skyhold around him was fading away, the sky became darker and darker. It eventually shifted to Crestwood. The place he left Lavellan. The demon shifted back to the form of Lavellan.

“You create your own hell, Dread Wolf. You’re gonna save the elven people? Really? And you’re gonna kill your precious Vhenan with it?” The demon teased him and it sounded just like Lavellan. The demon put a sad expression on Lavellan’s face and his heart felt more pain.

“Solas. Not now. I love you!” The demons voice mocked. It was echoing all around him. He looked around and saw multiple Lavellans starting to appear.

“I love you, Solas! Why not this world? We can change this world for the better! Me and you!” She has her arms crossed and was crying.

“Dont do this!” This Lavellan was wearing armor, blood all over her, and was on her knees on the ground.

“You’ll regret this!” This Lavellan was standing, wearing the clothes she wore at Crestwood, and had rage in her voice.

“Please...Solas.” This Lavellan was wearing what she wore at Crestwood, and her voice sounded defeated. It was weak, and not like the booming and sweet voice he loved. The sobs echoed and the voices continued. He closed his eyes and held his head in his hands, covering his ears.

And it went silent.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head up to see one desire demon in front of him. It was Lavellan from the top to her waist, but the rest was the desire demons body. She walked closer to him and he went still. She leaned in and placed her hand on his chest, the coldness spreading in his body. She got close to his face and smiled.

“I can be your Vhenan.”

“NO.” He shouted.

After he shouted, he woke up in a sweat in his bed. His breath was coming fast, his head hurt from the sudden movement of him jumping up, and his heart hurt. He remembered it. Dreams he didn’t often remember, and sometimes the fade would leave his mind, but this wasn’t. He still hears her sobs and voices in his head. And the way the desire demon placed her hand and had his beloveds voice.

“You can’t be my Vhenan...”.

HMMMM,,,IM SAD GUYS. ITS ALMOST 1 AM AND IM SAD FBWBDBE. But yh take my sadness. And please give some love to the sort of art!! It’s so beautiful and gave me the idea for this kind of fic!! And there isn’t much proof reading bc its 1 am and I’m Tired™️ and have a class meeting in the morning :))).

And once again, if this isn’t okay with you, tell me and I’ll take it down.

EDIT: BY THE WAY YOUR ART IS REAL BEAUTIFUL!!🥺💙

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age: inquisition #my writing #solas x lavellan #solavallen #solavellan #solavellen hell #solavellan hell #IDK WHAT TO TAG THIS AS GUYS ITS DIFFICULR DHWBSB #BUT ANYWAYS #I’m sad and hope this is okay with you since I took inspiration from your work :). If not it’s totally fine and I’ll take it down!! But I #hope it’s fine bc I really love this idea—

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taikeero-lecoredier · 4 years

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i literally feel like I’m getting punished for being such a procrastinator

Back in 2017,I had such an overflowing energy to discuss septic egos/ mark egos ideas and stories with my friend.And because I was such a procrastinator,i never ended up drawing or making fanfics out of those storied,despite me saying stuff like “oh i should draw that”I feel like I missed so many opportunities,and this year,despite me saying I’d create more (which I still intend to do) i feel like..I’m too late.The community seems to be tearing itself from the inside,people dont want to be associated with Sean anymore (i dont wanna go into the specifics again,and honestly,i cant blame them for wanting to do that) and so many people recently would rather turn their versions of the egos into ocs rather than keep them as egos on their own (which,again,i understand,as its a different sort of outlet to use your creativity flow,so all the more power to you,im not making this post to bash people turning the egos into ocs,itd be so fucking ridiculous)But I cant help but feel so distressed by all of this.Because before,people weren’t turning away like that en masse. Like many people,I also ask myself this question.What hapenned?Why is this happening? I’d rather see people saying they lost interest and move on,rather than leaving because they resent Sean,or JSE stuff in general.It would be such a better ending to this. And now,that im planning on thinking off art events to let people go wild with their creativity with the JSE egos,people are leaving. And..it hurts.And i regret so much not starting interacting more with people sooner. I feel guilty. I’m not planning on leaving or disconnecting myself form the septic egos myself anytime soon,but its just so painful to watch. I’ll never regret joining the fandom,because through this,I was able to meet some of my best friends. (You know who you are,and I love you guys so much) It just stings so much that,a place that used to be so warm,and welcoming,and full or fun stuff is turning up like this,because of multiple factors. And I have the bad(???) habit to try and reassure EVERYONE I come across being sad regarding this situation that “hey,maybe its just a bad moment!Maybe things are super shitty right now,but since things can’t stay the same forever,surelly that must mean there’s still hope,right?” Right? But people can only stay hopeful for so long.And who can blame them? Im just..so sad,and tired. And now that i’m kicking myself in the butt so I can actually do something with the egos,and that i’m seeing what’s happening with the fandom,its like I’m being told: “Aha!Too late!You waited for too long to get moving and do something with your ideas,and now everyone is leaving because of those bad stuff happening!Its your fault for not starting to draw or write seriously earlier!!Too bad!!You should have created when things were good and stable before!Sucker” Thats literally what i’m feeling right now,and its literally eating me away. I feel a bit bad making this post after I just talked to my friends about this,and they already gave me advice,like stop going in the jse tag,and other things,but.. ... I hate making people worry because of stuff I feel,but If i keep bottling things up,its just gonna explode at some point. Im sorry for posting this in the main tag,but ..I just..I just want for those who are unaware to.. be aware of what’s happening. I really,really want people to understand. Some people don’t understand why people are upset toward Sean.Or why they’re unhappy with the community. Its simply because people who brought up genuine concerns are sometimes being bashed by others who can’t stand seeing negavitity,despite being in their right to speak about those issues in a civil manner. People who speak up get unfairly placed in the same category of those “hateful tea blogs” who treat people who still have hope in Sean/are still in the fandom as the literal devil. (and other stuff,but Im too done to talk about these blogs in depths) For a fandom that was so accepting,encouraging,and welcoming?It feels bad to see so what’s happening.I feel bad. I feel even more bad when i remember that one person,who was such a sweetheart,and so creative with the egos.What would she think of this situation if she were still here? Would she have stayed regardless?Would have she turned her versions of the egos into ocs?Would she have resented Sean and left completely?Or would she have made some uplifting and hopeful posts? I dont know.I’ll never know. i miss her. I miss the old times. ... So please..We can’t rely on jack to make everything all better in the community,it seems.So.. Please. Let people who are worried speak up in peace.Don’t put them in the same basket as those who shit on jse fans and put down sean just for the sake of putting him down. Let them speak. And please,don’t pull the “If you dont like Sean anymore than fucking leave/stop watching him if you dont like the content” when they’re literally calmly saying “Hey i dont like [x] thing Sean did recently.I’d like for him to adress this tbh!” This. This would be the first step toward a better future for the community,if you stopped doing this. Please stop driving nice people away from the fandom by doing this. Please. I want 2020 to be a good year. People should be allowed to criticize things Sean does respectfully.it does not equal hate automatically. ..This is starting to be long. So i’ll just end by saying..For those who wish to stay regardless of this amdness..Don’t hesiate to send me asks okay?..I want to keep enjoying the egos.And seeing people’s creations.I will always give feedback and reblog if i see an edit,fic,art,etc,that i like. I will get that prompt list done.I swear.In the meantime..Stay safe,keep creating and..

Be civil.

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mrswhozeewhatsis · 5 years

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2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project (feat. The Station Breaks)

This project is finished!!!

See the completed book online HERE.

Rob was sweet, as always, and very sad to hear we won’t be doing any more of these. He said he’s enjoyed reading them, but he understands not being able to keep churning them out. Even though we can’t do more, I’m proud of us!!

Rules for the project, as well as links to the original posts for all of the stories and art, are under the cut!

If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)

Here’s the schedule:

6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)

9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.

9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.

This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.

Here are the rules (below the cut):

Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.

Artists: - You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. - If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work. - SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know! - When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page. - You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to. - I would love some original cover art! If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

Writers: - Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. - Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing. - Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis. - You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year. In honor of their album, Splitting the Seams, if you would like to rework an old story, or write a new story based on a song you have previously written for, go for it! These stories will be in a separate section of the book, and the introduction to each one will reference your previous story. - Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.) - You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words. - Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can. - Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.) - If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it! - I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!

Everyone: - If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the last three (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.

And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.

As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!

Able-Legged Heroes

Make Believe Starin’ at the Middle Paper, Plastic Head Check Grandma’s Song Yeah, Well St. Louis When I’m Gone - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) Three Car Garage In Like Finn Undergrad Prom

Overachiever

Cast Off Neurosis Codependent Only Lyin’ Overachiever Uncle Bob Blank Card No Hero Boy In Need

Suit And Tie

Suit And Tie Operator Gina Knows Blind A Lot To Learn Rock Song - @waywardnerd67 (fic and art) Rockit Real Life Long Way St. Louis Walk It Off Homesick

A Brand New Hurt

Better All I Need Pop Tart Heart Kind Of Guy Downtown Letdown Mrs. Vance Election Day Silverspoon Holiday Ready Steady Alright Medicated Something To Say - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) Wasted Afternoon

Help You (single)

Help You

Eskimo

Like the Heart Goes Eskimo Carpool Lane CA Nation Cigarette Mamma’s Jam Worlds Collide - @writingfromkitchenator (fic and art) She Waits - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (fic) @alaskanartist (art) January Gamma Ray Be Me Wave Past Perfect

Sky Alive

Reunion - @impala-dreamer (fic and art) Lucky Cool if I Come Over Hot Times Big One Fifteen Hey Darlin Bandaged Hand Crooked Wheel Trigger Finger Honey Bee - @atc74 (fic and art) Angela -

No Time Like The Present

Present Time Change The Locks Amazing Taxi Driver Over Before It Began Leg Up Roll Me Over Fair This Is How - @mrswhozeewhatsis (fic) @impala-dreamer (art) Night Light Juliet Numb

Splitting The Seams

Another Fool - @impala-dreamer (fic and art) Too Far Away

The Station Breaks

Slightest Thing Gone The Rest Free - @andromytta (fic) @winchestergirl-13 (art) They Ain’t You Just Walk Away Stowaway Not Giving My Heart Away - @mandilion76 (fic and art) Old Neighborhood Autumn Back

Cover art by @alaskanartist

Tagging past participants and possibly interesting people: @a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @i-cant-believe-its-not-satan @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @narrettwist @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer

#incoherent babbling by mrswhozeewhatsis #2019 louden swain fanfic fanart project #louden swain #rob benedict #stephen norton #mike borja #billy moran #Jason Manns

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rpgwrites · 5 years

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Favourite Interaction/Passage Meme

I was tagged by @natsora a while back. Thank you for the tag!

I have been tagged by multiple of people that means I’ll do a few of them. It might take me a while to get to all of them though.

This part comes for the Angst Prompt chosen by @natsora . This prompt turned into a chaptered fic and I’ll post the first chapter on the 1st of March. This fic already has a title but I’ll only reveal it when I post this fic. This is the ending of chapter 1.

I’m not entirely happy with this scene, but I still have some editing to do. So, in the end, it might turn out a bit different.

After Garrus went in the direction of the comm room Liara continued, “Garrus is right Shepard.”

“It’ll be fine Liara,” she tried to assure her, “I promise.”

Shepard wouldn’t make promises quickly but she studied this mission over. There was no way this one could go wrong. Not that she could see. It wasn’t like she could see another way to assure Liara.

“It’s not fine Shepard!” anger came from Liara’s voice and she had no idea why. “Stop making empty promises!” her words came out loud. If Liara intended it to be so Shepard wouldn’t know.

“Liara?” Shepard questioned.

“Shepard,” Liara’s voice was calmer this time, softer, “we almost lost you. Again. I…we can’t do that again.”

“I’m fine and I’m ready to get out of there again.”

“Shepard you aren’t listening to me.” When Shepard didn’t say anything Liara continued, “You weren’t here. You don’t know how it’s been. Especially for Garrus. He was a mess and not because of his injuries.” There was a pause. Maybe the longest one there ever was between them. “I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that!” she pointed a finger towards Shepard. “Something’s not right here Shepard.”

“We’re going!” it sounded like an order, even to her own ears. “If you don’t like it then you can stay!”

Shepard ended the argument there. Liara knew better to say anything else.

She didn’t know it then but it might’ve been better to have listened to Garrus and Liara. Instead of that, she went through with the mission the next day.

Tagging: @obvidalous , @naromoreau , and @starsandskies , with no obligations. Only if you want to do this.

#Favourite Interaction/Passage Meme #Angst Prompt #My writing

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haeroniel-doliet · 2 years

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Turns out its a helluva mess when i start messing beyond flat colors!! Might be a sign to not do so much again (but yet .. practice to get to where im one day happy??)

Like ive done as much as i know how to do at this point in time to the portraits (still gratuitously bloody shame on me :') ) oh except for a background bc WHAT does one DO for a character shoulders up portrait background??? Settled for now on a gradient old school photo style lmao

I like the fix it one as is, a lot (but also i liked the lineart for the portraits better i think) and idk, imngonna try give it a light bit of shadows and lights, maybe step away from a lot of blending bc i think i think thats where i went wrong on the other one

Like, they look fine, but they also look. Meh. Like ive used too much blur tool (i havent, i tried using kritas wet brush thing and it looks....ok close up but the effect is no good when zoomed out like posting size APPARENTLY) and its all noncommittally washy.

(cont'd over thinking)

Am i gonna 'render' them a third time??? Do i have the mental strength?? Bc i think maybe trying for something not so, "realistic" could do me better, like a little more cell shady. But also i dont?? I dont know how to cell shade? I dont watch anime or cartoons v much and my style isnt that cartoony or clean lined?

Maybe on the fix it i can try a more....... Conservative and less blended shade/highlights? (And if i like it/learn smth new go back and re re do the portraits same style) I also just. Idk. How does one make it not look so. Flat and meh?? Im doing basic color stuff ok i think, ive got a bit of texture but its still? Eh???

Honestly i could just post them and move on but i dunno, i have the energy to problem solve a lil bit so why not?? (Not tonight. Im gonna sleep on this all)

Why post shit im not 100% proud of? (Ngl kinda been in the mood to take down that first sketch of the fix it bc it looks nowhere near as good as what i fixed it up to but ....... Ah fuck it i was happy w it when i did it so eh)

Why why why oh why is art so hard?????????

I wanna try and become one of those cool artists who post multiple fun things yknow, like u get inspired and can draw it beginning to post in one evening! Im probably way over thinking and pushing myself to some standard of unrealistic perfection i have for myself...

(also i like thumbnail doodled out like, all these things i wanna draw for a really nice fic i read and even after editing some i have like 8 bits i wanna draw?? 4 as like a mini comic bc i havent done one since i was a child and i think itd be kinda rad if i learned to draw short comics for fic scenes i like??? But yeah basically in one inktober post there would only be 5 ideas (a lil more complicated on average i do give for granted but like. Those took me WEEKS) but yeah i just. I wanna draw them. Even if itll probably take me for fuckin ever... (And i didnt even finish off the last two inktober batches, oh. And i have a uni thesis to do ew) .... I wanna push myself to draw faster (less iterations to get it right) and so i can have rly solid and good and quickly done drawings to then color in as i learn to for future?)

Ugh man. You know what i need to do/shouldve been doing before i jumped into coloring original stuff?? I shouldve done colored studies. Like ive been drawing scenes both from reference and original on the inktobers and i think thats why my drawing/character stuff has gotten decent. I really should just whip out like prettily colored movie screencaps and work on painting studies of them. That would really fix up why i cant figure out lights and shadows and blending in coloring! No horrid tutorials just figuring out how can i make it work for me

And you know? You know what it is okay to have pieces that are from before i figured it out right? Im gonna try a slightly different thing for the fix its (if i hate it, theyre good as flat colors too) and yes they dont have a background either please love of god someone tell me how to add random backgrounds bc im not in the mood of scene building further but they float in off white space atm.

If i learn smth ground breaking and can QUICKLY do a bette rendition of the portraits, sure the perfectionist wins. But maybe just maybe. It would be fine to post them as they are. Yea, they look roughly as lifeless as my first big painting/that dinluke poster redraw. And maybe thats okay. Because hi if i do dedicate to doing like a good few color focused studies of star wars scenes as a treat i can come back stronger and have a better piece???? Its about growth babes. YEA

Alright i said to myself thats it in gonna go sleep on it and continue tomorro but. I thought id slip in here a secret surprise for anyone unfortunate enough to have clicked read more... And i got a little whiplash opening the picture bc it looks. SO WRONG but the more you look at it its like ... Fine. Ok judge for urself and tell me pls, first and second attempts at 'rendering' the portraits (the darker bground was the first attempt just going by gut, the lighter one after trying to watch like 1 tutorial and using more brushes and just generally trying rly hard!!)

yes ive clearly fixed issues in the sketch differently in both so they... look... like different expressions?? idk man idk idk idk see now this small they look differently off!! god the curse of the zoom in and out and perception.

#art woes #but make it extra long because im DISTRESSED at not being able to just whip out ideas from my brain to page and it look good in one try #long and rambly and probably doesnt make much sense no pressure or expectation for anyone to read lmao #love yall kiss kiss time for bed itll be easier after sleep #did include a pic of current progress at the v bottom eheheheh

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vinzha-vz · 7 years

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Can you recommend any good klance fics ??

Well @allthepens a few people asked me on amino before and… here are my messages:

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Hey so. Someone asked me for klance recommendations before, and I got carried away. A lot. But here are the messages I sent them, because I do think a lot of these are pretty good (some better than others but shhhhh). ALL ON AO3 (archives of our own just in case you don’t know).

Please try to enjoy. This is also mostly for my benifit in case I forget which fanfics I’ve already read. And the messages start… now:

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Okay, let me just go through my entire klance library. You probably already read like most of these. But I just wanted to share. I’m fairly certain all of these are generally safe? Also they’re probably all oneshots too. The ones with a hashtag are I believe my favorites.

I chose ones that I at least vaguely remember what they were about since there were so many some I don’t really know just by the title if I really liked hem or not. But here are the alternate reality fics, meaning they’re technically in the same universe just… different:

-# electromagnetic *classic pining RIGHT HERE*

-# lament with the sea *Garrison au, really just GOOD*

-the electric synthesized pop ballad of why keith can’t have nice things*this has soft a/b/o, thank god it’s not too bad. also the name is A+*

-# never saw you coming *honestly Keith’s characterization in this is wonderful*

-# Objects in Motion (when unbalanced) *btw i like this entire series, but this is the first work*

-# a fish and a bird *accidentally in a relationship*

-the meaning of donuts *why do I even need to add in to that it’s donuts*

These are from alternate universes, so. Crazy stuff:

-It grows stronger *school*

-he who fights monsters *dragons also eeeh they make out and stuff in the end, so… just skip that part if you dont enjoy that stuff, like me, theres like multiple chaps in this one*

-would you like fries with that? *food*

-take me away *food*

-# element of surprise *avatar au*

-legendary station *radio host show*

- costumed identities *cosplays are amazing to read about, especially the process of making them*

-thread our way through the stars *astronomy yeeeaa*

-Camp Lake Altea *itsa summer camp* EDIT: warning! incomplete!!

Theres so… SO MUCH more in my library but I got lazy and this is too long you probably read like all of these already bye!“

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After this I went insane.

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i lied theres more

“all my reasons why” canon verse

“ascension” again, cuz i read it so many godamn times

“tropical drink in your hand” beach au

“i bet you look good on the dancefloor” i swear if you havent read this already did you even try searching its like fourth most popular.

“blaming space” sad short, pre-relationship, canonverse

“where the lions roam” literally just lance insecurity but really hes awesome and everyone thinks so too

“dont wanna be free” keith is a dork, and he cant WORDS. canonverse

“so very lucky” ANOTHER CAMP FIC definitely complete i promise

“and here comes the blushing groom” ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED AU WHAT MORE YA NEED. canonverse

“bright ideas” stuck together on an ice planet. Slowe burne canonverse

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And here, as I look back…

I have more to add:

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“nothing’s quite as sweet” coffee shop cat shop au, honestly just adorable. The lions are cats to be adopted. Red is a sass.

“you’re so sweet; will you be mine?” rivalry bakery au, obviously sweet as heck.

“Stick with me” canonverse, literally stuck together by alien adhesive. The usual.

“Make Me Your Home” canonverse, a lot of Galra Keith, pining (thats pretty much my go-to tag) has some making out in later chapter.

“Nightmares” canonverse, when you can’t sleep until you’re wrapped around someone else who can’t sleep.

“try if you can” college au, Keith pines REALLY hard.

“Stormchasing” Keith and Lance makes mistakes. Also they get handcuffed together that too.

“Smile for the Stars” canonverse. Heart. Broken. Major major MAJOR character death warning at the very end. Why you do this.

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Honestly, theres way more in my library. But like I said, I chose ones I can tell by the title what they were about, either because it was memorable or it was one of my favorites. I also tried choosing ones I think people wouldn’t have read before (DIRTY LAUNDRY) because of how well known they are. Except for the dancing one. That one should be read already.

Just saying.

Cough.

Again, since some are more well known, you might’ve read them already, but I just chose the ones in my library that I could easily remember what they were about. If you want more, just ask and I’ll go back to my library. I just kinda scanned my downloaded stories and randomly picked out the ones I liked more.

Anyway. Tell me which ones you liked if you read them! Also, if the messages are hard to read, tell me and I’ll organize (and maybe add more commentary) to them. This post may be updated in the future, who knows. More fanfics to recommend, more to read, more to chase down from the darkness of fandom.

Toodles.

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and those were my amino klance recs

theres more but im tired and have school so

#klance #vld #Voltron legendary defender #fanfiction recommendations #OH BOY #THERES A LOT

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Gereng Week 2017- Resurface

My second entry of @gereng-week is here! Be prepared though, this one is LONG compared to my last entry. Get some snacks and settle down!

Honestly, my thought process with this was as follows: resurface- resurfacing from water- water- MERMAIDS!!

So yeah, this is a fic that involves that stuff is what I’ll say ;)

Please enjoy!

EDIT: ok I don’t know why this didn’t show up but now there’s an under the cut. ugh im sorry for anyone who had to scroll through all of this it’s finally working now, although i cant seem to make it work for mobile so sorry in advance >>

It was a perfect day on the English coast; the sun shined, breaking through the clouds amidst a blue sky. It’s warmth was chilled by the wind that whipped through the rocky cliffs, billowing and blowing. Seafaring birds squawked overhead, landing on the rocks, checking their nests.

Arthur watched them, padding along the sand against the gentle waves. This was his absolute favorite spot to frequent, away from the crowdedness of his normal life. Plus, it served to fuel Arthur’s desire to study the ocean, to learn more about it. Ever since he took up a job working on a ship as a lad, the sea was something he became fascinated with. Despite the backbreaking labor and meager pay, Arthur had always looked forward to boarding the ship, feeling the breeze caressing his hair and salt spray filling his nose.

Now, as man, he could pursue this hobby more acutely. A dusty satchel slung over his shoulder, carrying multiple objects like magnifying glasses, dusters, and his pair of shoes that he’d put on once he left. In one hand, Arthur held a notepad, open and ready to be used once he found something to observe. He flipped through it absentmindedly, looking over some notes he took last week; shells and things that washed up on shore. Arthur tipped his head back, breathing in deeply, a slow smile curling on his lips. This must be the greatest he’s ever felt! Such unbridled freedom, his own world hidden away by sheer rock cliffs on all sides. Away from the blandness of society, the drab of work and hardship.

Watching the sand again, Arthur hummed as he spotted a particularly intricate shell resting between the dunes. Picking it up gently, he brushed his fingers over the smooth, jagged surface. He eyed it for a moment, before pulling a pencil from his pocket, balancing his notebook on his forearm so as not to drop the precious discovery. Arthur began walking absentmindedly forward over the beach again.

He didn’t pay attention to where he was going, feet shuffling over the sand, too engrossed in his notes to notice the terrain become slightly rocky. Turning to the side, Arthur stopped for a moment, holding the shell up and scrutinizing it against the sunlight. A sudden glint caught his attention in his peripheral vision, and Arthur turned his head instinctively towards the flash. Surely, it must be a trinket long forgotten, only now unearthed by the beating of the waves. Glancing at whatever it was without much thought, he returned his attention back to the shell.

Wait.

Arthur snapped his head around, neck complaining at the sheer force, taking in just what the hell he was seeing. His entire body froze, muscles tensed, and it felt like an entire bucket of icy water was just dumped- no, slammed over him.

Someone was stretched out on one of the rocks, lying on his stomach and basking in the sun. Except, Arthur realized it wasn’t someone, but something. From the waist down, a tail adorned with luminous scales curled lazily on the sandy stone, flippers slapping lightly against it with what must have been contentment. Gaze tracing back up and over the dorsal fin that protruded from the spine, Arthur saw that even the part of the creature which should have been human had otherworldly features; Translucent fins ran along the sides of his arms, the same appendages frilling from beneath his pale hair taking the place of ears, and a nose that seemed flatter and less prominent than normal. Yet despite the oddities, Arthur found himself entranced, eyes unable to break away from the glittering scales, sky blue and blinking underneath the light. Were they changing colors? Or was that just his disbelieving mind playing tricks on him?

Nonetheless, the situation finally dawned on him, and a fierce gasp ripped itself from Arthur’s chest. The sharp noise immediately alerted the creature to his presence, who let out a startled noise of his own, jolting up in surprise. Eyes wide and fearful, staring into Arthur’s for a split second, he scrambled off the stone, powerful tail propelling him into the water and out of sight.

“Wait wait wait- don’t go!” Arthur tripped over his own words, flingy all his possession to the ground and sprinting into the shallows.

Fear is what caused him to halt once the tide reached his knees, and he stared hopelessly into the water .

“Come back! I didn’t mean to scare you!” He cupped his hands over his mouth, voice reverberating across the ocean and up the cliff walls. Minutes passed with no sign of blue scales, and Arthur’s hands dropped in defeat at his sides; the waves he shouted at were empty.

Breath shaking, his legs gave out under the weight of pure adrenaline, falling to kneel and not giving a damn about his soaked clothing. Even if he could swim, pursuing the creature would be highly impractical, with his legs suited for land as they were. Arthur leans down and splashes salt water in his face, hissing as it stung his eyes, trying to bring himself out of whatever sick dream he was having. But when they reopened, there was no comforting pressure of the blankets in his bed, only the teasing calls of gulls. Arthur almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. He could hardly believe it, convinced since young that they were just a silly fairy tale, yet look what just happened.

He had just seen a merman.

Every week, Arthur returned to that same spot. Gathering whatever interesting things he could find, he plopped himself down on the rock the merman had been, and took his notes there. Every so often, his eyes would flicker to the waves gently crashing and undulating, hoping to see light hair and eyes resurface from their depths. Sometimes his brain would deceive him, a stray reflection on the waters making his heart jump in excitement, only to plummet back down to earth realising that it was just that: a stray reflection. Even with these frustrations, Arthur held steadfast, keeping this religious schedule on point, never faltering.

Soon, a full month had passed, the days trudging on. Arthur felt as if he were dragging his feet in the sand, feeling so lethargic from the disappointment. It must have all been a figment of his imagination, he was sure of it, sat there for another day without the encounter he so desired. He was wasting his time, wasn’t he? Letting this false apparition plague his life and warp it into a constant waiting game for nothing. Yet Arthur couldn’t move past it. All he could see was that merman stretched out on the rocks like a cat, peaceful and beautiful. The image wouldn’t let Arthur go, forcing him to continue on in his hopeless endeavour.

Arthur sighed, resting his chin in his hand, elbow propped up on his knee, watching the ocean unblinking. How many times had it been now? Was this the twentieth time? The thirtieth? Arthur didn’t know, he had honestly lost track. His chest puffed as he sighed again, even deeper this time, leaning his head down to rub the hand under his chin across his eyes in exasperation. In that moment, he was filled with so much frustration and despair, that Arthur was about to slam his notebook closed and march away from the beach. But when his hand dropped down again, something caught his attention among the waves.

No… it couldn’t be. Arthur didn’t dare to hope, hardly trusting himself to not be fooled by another object posing to be what he sought. Yet when he looked again, there it was.

A shadow was floating in perfect buoyancy underwater a little ways off to the side of the shore, facing him as if trying to watch without being seen. But Arthur has seen it now, and he knows exactly what it is. Or really, who it is.

Unable to contain his joy, Arthur darts up from where he was slouched, scooting closer to the shadow, and is immediately detected. It flees instantly, swimming further out to sea and away from Arthur’s prying gaze, but this time, he didn’t mind. Instead, Arthur whoops in triumph, flopping onto his back and ignoring the pain caused by its collision with the stone underneath. His laugh is genuine now, cheeks becoming sore as his face is stretched by a wide grin, staring into the sky and feeling an elation like no other. This wasn’t just a wild goose chase now, and he wasn’t crazy. Well, scratch that, he must be a tiny bit out of it for even giving this scenario the time of day, but Arthur found he really didn’t care a single bit.

He was relieved to notice that when he returned again, the shadow did too.

It went on like that for a couple weeks, with Arthur working amongst the rocks while the merman watched in hiding, obviously too wary to reveal himself yet. Arthur pretended to be too engrossed in his notes, when really he was fully aware of the presence below. Each time he visited, the shadow inched closer and closer to his perch. Arthur had to tense his muscles, reign in his excitement and restrain himself from full on flinging himself into the water, inability to swim be damned. He chuckled at that flippant idea. He’d probably drown.

Those weeks passed in silence and relative tranquility, just him and his very hidden, very nervous friend. It was around when spring began in full swing, days becoming warmer, that this pattern finally changed.

Arthur had his nose in his notebook as usual, when he heard a slight shift in the water below. Looking down to the source of the sound, his stomach backflipped. Two striking eyes, the same ones he’d hoped to see again, were above the water’s surface. They pierced him with an emotion Arthur couldn’t quite place. He could only stare into them, frozen like a deer caught in headlights, mouth slightly agape. The merman let out a puff of air, bubbles popping in the water, before his head submerged again. Arthur blinked, taken aback. Did he just…scoff? Such an expressive action, and from a creature that had been acting nothing but timid?

He didn’t see the merman the rest of his time there. But when Arthur returned a couple days later, sitting down on his usual spot, the head immediately surfaced like before.

The merman continued to watch him, silently observing. Arthur really couldn’t concentrate, not with that fierce gaze burning him. He wasn’t looking, feigning ignorance, but it was impossible to work when he felt like he was being dissected. Arthur only registered an intake of air before he could prepare himself for what happened next.

“Why you still come here?”

Arthur had to double take, hand jotting down notes stilling. He looked around, wondering who that could’ve been, when a flash of heat overtook him at the realization of who had just spoken.

His eyes slowly fall on the ones peering from the water.

“Did… Was that… you can talk?” Arthur was hesitant. Couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

The merman looked pointedly off to the side, then back at Arthur.

“Answer question” was the sharp response he provided, brows lowering.

Arthur’s jaw fell slack, but he quickly shook off his surprise when he saw the merman grow crosser.

“Um, well, I like to come out here. Find things I like and write things I notice about them down,” he trails off a bit, wondering if he was even understood, “but if you’d rather me leave, I can.”

Sinking lower into the waves, the merman looked contemplative. “No. It is okay. I am just confuse.”

Arthur felt more relieved than he would’ve admitted, glad that he wouldn’t be kicked out just yet. Now, that he was past the initial shock of this creature being capable of speech (even though it was halting and broken), Arthur actually took in what his voice was like. It was deeper than he’d thought it’d be, a low rumble from his chest. It had a heavy accent to it, although Arthur couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it came from, perhaps one from their original language? He didn’t know.

“Not like other humans,” the merman shot, borderline accusing, “humans not come here, always alone. You do a lot. Not bring others, not bring sharp things or boats. Just stay there on rock with…” his hand reached out of the water, pointing at the notebook Arthur held. Arthur noticed the fine webbing between each finger.

“The… the…”

Arthur watched as the merman’s face contorted in concentration as he tried to forms the words.

“Notebook,” He leaned forward, holding out the object so the other could see, “It’s something that you write in.” Arthur made a motion with his hand against the paper, pantomiming writing incase the merman didn’t understand.

“Oh.” The merman looked over it for a moment, then leaned back in the water, far off in thought. “Note-book… okay.”

A comfortable silence settled in, and Arthur cleared his throat, deeming the merman calmed down enough for him to ask what he wanted to earlier.

“May I ask how exactly you learned to speak my language? It’s fascinating, really.”

That same look of concentration returned. “I listen to humans talk at ports, that is how I learn. But I know better language of humans by seas east of here. My family talk to me in that language since young, so I know if am hunted.”

“Wow…” Arthur breathed in utter fascination. There was not just this one merperson, but more, entire families, teaching each other, learning, systems hidden underneath the deep blue of the ocean. It was unlike anything he’d ever dreamed.

He realized suddenly, that he hadn’t introduced himself yet. How rude!

“My name is Arthur, by the way.” He patted his hand against his chest, then gestured it towards the other. “I assume you must have one to, can you tell me what it is?”

“My name…?” The merman slinked into the waves again. It must be a nervous habit of his, Arthur mused. He looked thoroughly uncomfortable. “I never tell a human my name… You not understand sounds we make. But…”

His eyes narrowed, until he grasped something tangible to say. “Where I come from, there is name I heard humans say. I like how it sounds, I guess you can use it… It is Ludwig.”

Huh. Arthur tips his head, looking at the merman- no, at Ludwig. He definitely must have lived farther east in the North Sea, with a name like that. Arthur quite liked it.

“Well Ludwig, I’ll propose something to you,” He gave the other a wry grin, “If you allow me to keep coming back here, I can teach you more about my language, about my world- that is, if you want to.”

Ludwig tensed once again, the earlier calmness evaporated. “You just bring more humans. Hunt me. I know it.”

“No! I’d never do that.” Arthur shook his head fiercely, appalled by the very idea of it. “I’ll never reveal you to other people. I want to be friends with you, not cause you harm. You’ll be safe with me, you have my word.”

At that, Ludwig tilted his head. “My word?” He echoed, not understanding the figure of speech.

“Yes,” Arthur chuckled, finding it endearing. “It means you can count on me, that I promise.”

A long silence passed, Ludwig outwardly conflicted at the decision he had to make, until he finally looked up again.

“Alright, Arthur.”

His name was mangled and butchered on the other’s lips, but somehow that made it all the better.

Now when Arthur returned to that beach every so often, it was with a hop in his step. Joining Ludwig by the rocks felt like entering a whole other world, one of endless possibilities and wonder. The merman would float in the water beside him, listening as Arthur relayed what he had written, and watch as he took down fresh notes. Occasionally Ludwig would ask questions, curious about the trinkets Arthur had found on the beach, human objects that were foreign to him. He was always ecstatic to answer, teaching Ludwig bit by bit.

As for the shells, that was where Ludwig taught Arthur in exchange. He had a vast knowledge on a wide variety of them, explaining where he had seen them on the ocean floor. Arthur would listen intently to his limited english, rapidly jotting down what he said, eager to learn anything he could.

On one of these visits, Arthur showed Ludwig a particular shell, and he gasped.

“I know these! Not too far from here. I know where they are. You should swim with me there and you can take some, yes?”

Arthur’s mood immediately turned sour. He placed the shell down and wrung his hands together, unable to look at Ludwig’s excited expression.

“Um, well, I don’t know.” He dodged the question, not wanting to reveal the fact that he couldn’t swim out of shame. “I think I’ll stay put. You can get some if you want.”

Ludwig frowned, but didn’t press it. “I go alone then. Stay put.” He mimicked Arthur’s words before flitting away.

Arthur smiled, but it was hollow, too disappointed in himself.

After a while, Arthur started bringing books as well, deciding it would help Ludwig pick up english faster. He would read out loud, glancing every so often at the other, who would rest his chin on crossed arms against the rocks, eyes wide with wonder. Ludwig asked questions about what came up in the books too, gently interrupting Arthur every couple of minutes. One of his favorite memories of this, Arthur laughs to himself as he thought of it, was when he had to explain marriage to the confused merman.

“Wait, humans put a- it is called a ring?”

“Yes, Ludwig, it’s called a ring.”

“Humans put a ring on their finger to show they are in marriage?”

Arthur chuckled, loving the way he worded things. “Exactly. It’s to signify the bond.”

“Why can’t you remember? Human memory is really so bad, you need a ring?”

“I guess you can say that.” Arthur grins as Ludwig’s bafflement only grew.

Eventually, Arthur began talking about himself, his own life, as Ludwig started to prod more and more. He focused the most on his time working on the ship, and revealed how it was the origin for his love of the ocean. Ludwig seemed very pleased when Arthur described it to him, listening intently to every word. Arthur only thought it was fair that since he had talked so much about himself, that Ludwig should do the same. So, he started inquiring as well, interested to hear how the merman had lived previously.

Although he was reclusive, Ludwig eventually opened up and talked about his family, albeit not in great detail. Arthur found out that he had been raised by a brother from youth, that he never knew his parents.

“He is the one who taught me language of the humans.” Ludwig’s lips twitched into a smile as he talked, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Why did you decide to come up north, then? Didn’t you want to stay with him?”

It was a question asked in innocent curiosity, but Arthur didn’t miss the way Ludwig’s face darkened. He immediately got the hint.

“Actually nevermind. If you’re not comfortable you don’t have to answer that.” Arthur was quick to go into damage control, mentally kicking himself for not being more considerate.

“It is alright.” Ludwig answered, monotonous. He looked away, hiding his face. “I think I will go early today.”

Arthur sighed, really wishing he had kept his mouth shut.

Luckily, that altercation didn’t affect their relationship. When he saw Ludwig next, the merman was as bright eyed as he’d been before, showing no sign that he had lost trust in him.

Thus their ritual carried on as usual. Arthur continued to come to the rocks, and Ludwig continued to resurface from the water without fail. This easy rhythm really started to grow on Arthur, who found himself lost in thought most of the time about what he would bring next, or just simply daydream.

That’s where he ended up now, at his desk in the small bank he worked at, hand propping up his head as he stared off into space.

There was a sharp snicker from his side.

“So, who’s the lucky girl?”

Arthur turned, snapped out of his daze to see his coworker, Hannah, shooting him a sly grin, eyebrows quirked.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, please! You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“Really, I’m afraid I don’t.”

Hannah sighed, exasperated. “Arthur, you look like you have one of cupid’s arrows shoved up your arse. So c’mon! Tell me! Who is she?”

Internally, Arthur completely blanched, but managed to keep a cool exterior. “Oh no. No- it’s nothing like that. Just lost in thought.” He grinned, playing it off with humor, although the heat that slowly crawled up his neck didn’t help his case.

“Lost in thought, huh? Seems like you’ve been lost in thought a lot these days.”

Jesus- If her lips curled anymore, her face might break. Might as well just ignore her, so Arthur just rolled his eyes playfully and put his attention elsewhere.

But when Arthur really stopped to think about it… Did he give off that impression? When people looked at him, was it so obvious to tell? Arthur hadn’t been thinking of a woman, or anything romantic in the slightest. He had just been replaying the image of how Ludwig looked the day before-

Oh.

Well, that couldn’t mean anything. A misunderstanding is all it was, nothing more.

Those intruding thoughts were already shoved to the back of Arthur’s subconscious by the time he left his job that day. He returned home briefly, slipping on some more comfortable clothing; trousers and a loose shirt, then grabbed his satchel by the door. Before making the journey down to the beach, Arthur strolled through town to a local fishmonger. He’d made a habit of bringing fish for Ludwig after the merman revealed how he didn’t have a steady source of food at the moment. He had of course assured that it was no big deal, but Arthur’s mind was set when Ludwig chewed into a gold necklace he brought to show the other, metal denting underneath powerful jaws.

Arthur entered the pescatary now, bell above the door joyfully announcing his arrival. The owner’s eyes lit up behind the counter at seeing him.

“Arthur! Back once again I see! The usual?”

“The usual!”

“Perfect!” He laughed, setting to work on the order. A hearty and welcoming man, he treated customers as friends and family.

Arthur waited patiently for the fish to be packaged, fiddling with a loose button on his jacket.

“Say, lad, you’ve been buying so much fish now. Why’s that?” The man asked Arthur inquisitively, genuine curiosity while he continued to work.

“Oh, um…” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, “A friend of mine added more fish to his diet. He’s pretty busy so I offered to do the shopping for him.” Phew, that smooth lie seemed pretty believable.

And believable it was. The owner shot him a quick smile. “Ah, sounds like you’re a good friend.”

“I hope I am.”

The package of fish was presented to him, and Arthur quickly paid for it, stuffing it into his satchel.

“You have a good day now!”

Arthur gave the owner a small wave in response to his jovial parting call, pushing past the door and leaving the small shop, eager to go back to that beach.

On his way, he began to contemplate the situation he was in. People were starting to notice that something was different about him, which meant that Arthur had changed somehow. He didn’t get it. What did they see? Could they detect something? Could they worm their way into his head and watch his thoughts like a reel of film? It made Arthur anxious to think about that, briefly wondering if he was putting Ludwig in danger. If someone was determined enough, they could follow him down to the rocks and discover the merman. He doesn’t know how he’d ever live with himself, if he broke that promise to Ludwig, if he couldn’t keep him safe.

However, fretting about possible events wouldn’t stop them from coming to pass. Better to not think about it. Although, Arthur made a mental note to be mindful of how he came off, to try and be more discrete from now on.

When he returned to their spot, sandy rocks looking the same as ever, he whistled sharply and called Ludwig’s name.

It took about a minute before his head appeared out of the ocean, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, frills twitching; thing’s that Arthur had come to love.

Arthur grins, unwrapping the packaged fish and taking one out, holding it up high and waving the tasty treat.

Ludwig’s eyes crinkled, his smile hidden by the water, and submerged again. Arthur took this as a cue, winding up before chucking the fish into the air. In a flurry of water and power, Ludwig breached, tail shining and catching the light making a wonderful display. He snatched the fish, teeth sinking into it with a mighty snap, turning in midair as he fell back into the waves. Arthur laughed, a bit wet from the splashes the show produced, but thoroughly amused, clapping his hands.

Walking closer, Arthur resumed his usual position. He watched, waiting for the to finish eating. Ludwig came back to the surface, staring at him for a moment, and then his muscles tensed. He propelled himself once again, springing onto the rocks next to Arthur, clinging to the smooth edges to stable himself. He found a comfortable position, tail resting down the side and trailing into the water.

Arthur was glad; he always enjoyed when Ludwig joined him like this. The merman’s physique was still so awe inspiring, even after all this time. He had noticed more features, little details that he hadn’t seen before, like how the underside of Ludwig’s tail was lighter than the top. The fins along the backs of his arms as well as the frills on the sides of his head could move and swivel independently, and closed like fans when not in use. It seemed that he was doing the same to Arthur now, gaze flitting up and down the expanse of his body.

“I apologize for getting you wet.” Ludwig nodded towards the wet spots on Arthur’s shirt.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind.” Arthur shot back, waving the apology away.

They began talking about innocuous things, a quiet back and forth. Arthur was quite impressed hearing the merman speak. Ludwig’s english had matured in leaps and bounds during their months together, and now he could form full sentences, sounding at ease when he spoke. His vocabulary had become more advanced from all the books he heard read aloud, so much so that Arthur was considering bringing down some paper and pencils and attempt to teach Ludwig how to read and write. That would be a considerably high feat, but maybe it could be done; Ludwig seemed to be a quick learner. Anyway, currently something else came to Arthur’s mind. He wondered, with him having taught the merman to speak better english, could it be possible for him to pick up Ludwigs language too? Arthur remembered Ludwig’s comment from long ago, about him not being able to comprehend the sounds that they make. But, hey, it’s worth a try, right?

“Hey, Ludwig, why don’t you say some words in your language? I’d really like to learn some.” Arthur asked the merman, who looked a bit surprised in return.

“Well, you see, that is difficult. How we talk is not like the human concept of language. There are a series of sounds that communicate single things.” Ludwig explained, gesturing towards him. “I do not think you would be able to make these sounds.”

“I can try,” Arthur looked up at him, “please? I want to connect to this part of you.”

That won Ludwig over. Arthur saw triumphantly as the merman’s resolve crumbled under such words.

“Fine… but do not say I did not warn you.”

Ludwig thought for a second, and then breathed in through his nose. The sound that released from the base of his throat startled Arthur, who clasped a hand over his mouth, bursting into laughter. Ludwig was completely right, that was nothing like human language. What Ludwig did seemed closely related to dolphins, but certainly not english! It was a higher pitched clicking noise, different from the baritone he usually spoke in, foreign and strange to Arthur’s ears.

“No no,” Arthur cut himself off, placing his fingers on Ludwig’s forearm when he saw the ashamed look on his face, “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just- wow. You really weren’t kidding!”

Ludwig shook his head. “Yes, I was not. Anyway, that is what we do when greeting one another. Like a ‘hello’.”

Arthur gave a small “ah” and then pursed his lips. It was very outlandish, but maybe there was a way he could at least try to replicate those sounds, if only a little bit. Enough that Ludwig could understand him and the sentiment behind such an action.

“I think I know a way I could imitate you.”

The merman’s eyes widened. “Really? How so?”

He contemplated his plan once more, before saying “Can you repeat what you did, and slower this time?”

Ludwig obliged, chattering again, but at a much slower pace, stretching out each and every syllable.

Arthur concentrated on the sound; one long click, followed by three, rapid shorter ones. He played it over and over again, until it was an endless record in his mind. Once he grasped it enough, he placed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth and pushed.

In doing this, Arthur was able to produce a clicking sound similar, but in no way the same as what Ludwig had done. He made that greeting noise back at the merman, feeling slightly embarrassed when he actually heard himself, how ridiculous he must seem.

But immediately, Ludwig gawked, mouth dropping open in what Arthur hoped was the good kind of disbelief.

“Um, was it okay?”

Ludwig’s expression went from utter shock to pure joy, and Arthur had never seen him so absolutely ecstatic like this.

“I-you-” Now Ludwig himself could barely speak, like he had just completely forgotten english. “I mean- it is not authentic, but I can understand you. It is more than okay, it is great.”

Arthur couldn’t suppress a wide smile of his own, his chest swelling with pride.

“I’m glad.”

Following this, Ludwig then agreed to teach Arthur some of the different chatters and what they meant. By the end, Arthur was able to understand and replicate the sounds for greeting, parting, friends, family, and mates. All the while they laughed and joked, a light atmosphere settling over them during such a relaxed moment. Arthur made fun of himself and how terrible he must sound, while Ludwig assured him that he’s definitely the same way in english.

The sun began to set, and it was with a heavy heart that Arthur realized he would have to go soon, leaving the merman for days to come. It made him yearn for something impossible, something that would never be reality. The boundaries between land and sea could never be crossed.

“You know…” Arthur breathed, deciding to voice these thought, “sometimes, I really wish I were a merman, too. That way, I wouldn’t have to be separated from the ocean.”

Or from you, Arthur silently added, but there was no way he could say that outloud just yet.

He felt Ludwig shift beside him, moving a bit closer, and he froze when he felt something press against the top of his head. Arthur glanced up from under his eyelashes, seeing Ludwig’s pale shoulder but no more, when he realised what was happening. The soft rub that followed only confirmed it; Ludwig was nuzzling him, nose buried into his hair. Despite his conscious raving about how wrong it was, Arthur closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.

“I do not know,” the vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down Arthur’s spine, “I think I like you like this, with two legs. I do not want you to change.”

It was simple and to the point, but to Arthur, it was the sweetest thing that anyone had ever said to him.

“I really wish you would swim with me.”

Arthur blinked, looking down at Ludwig where he floated. They were in the heat of summer, the sun’s rays unbearable, and Ludwig preferred to stay in the water all the time now, afraid of drying out. He tipped his head in confusion.

“Whenever I ask, you always come up with an excuse.” Ludwig frowned, brows furrowed.

Arthur just sighed. Looks like he couldn’t put this off any longer. It’s true, Ludwig had been asking him incessantly to join him in the ocean, and Arthur had brushed it off each and every time.

“It’s not an excuse that I’d be far too slow.”

“You know I do not have a problem with swimming slower.”

“Yes, but I can’t breathe underwater like you.”

“But you can hold your breath underwater.”

God, there was just no way out!

“Look, Ludwig…”

“If there is something wrong, you can tell me. I will not judge you.” He met Arthur’s eyes seriously. “I rather you tell me the truth.”

Arthur wished he would actually drown right then. Nonetheless, he was pinned into a corner, so might as well spill his guts.

“Well… the truth is I- basically I can’t… I can’t swim.”

He was going to just melt in embarrassment, wanting the cracks in the rocks to swallow him up. However, Ludwig didn’t look phased at all, perhaps even a little relieved.

“That is it?” He said lightly. “That is a relief. I thought by the way you were acting that it would be far worse, but this is no problem.

“No problem?!” Arthur couldn’t believe what he was hearing! Didn’t Ludwig understand the implication of the fact that he cannot swim? “Are you crazy?! I’ll drown!”

Ludwig just gave him an amused smile that was very uncharacteristic of him, really more of a smirk.

“Arthur. I am a merman. Your chances of drowning with me are very low.” He became more earnest as he continued. “I will hold onto you. You will be safe with me… you have my word.”

At hearing his own words from all those months ago being thrown back at him, something flared in Arthur that he couldn’t quite name. The fact that Ludwig remembered what he said, took it to heart, and used it to reassure him in turn spoke volumes. Unsaid emotions.

Safety.

He’d be putting his life at risk, but he’d be putting it at risk for Ludwig. That made all the difference.

“Fine, okay I’ll do it.” Arthur conceded, feeling better already as the merman’s whole body immediately brightened up. “But seriously, don’t let go of me.”

Ludwig nodded enthusiastically. “Of course.”

In order to save at least one layer of clothing from getting soaked, Arthur tugged off his shirt, folding it neatly and placing it on one of the stone. After this, he sat down once again, and shifted to the edge of the shoreline, legs dangling in the water. Ludwig swam up to him, holding his arms out.

“Okay, now just slide in and I will catch you.” He reassured.

Arthur breathed in and out, calming his nerves. He was determined. He would do this, take this leap of faith and push himself. Counting to three in his head, Arthur blocked out his instincts that screamed for him to run from the death trap that was the ocean.

On three, he slid off the rocks.

It was immediate. Arthur threw his arms around Ludwig’s neck, holding on with a vice like grip, fingers clawing into the skin of his back. He smashed his face into the other’s neck, feeling gills pressing against his cheek. Arthur didn’t dare to look around, to actually see the water he could feel lapping at him, teasing and begging him to let go, to drown in their depths. But then, another feeling interrupted the water; Ludwig’s arms wrapped securely around his waist, holding Arthur to his chest. With a soft swish of his tail, Ludwig pushed them away from the shore, and they began drifting along the waves.

Minutes passed, and suddenly, the water shifting around them was no longer menacing, but gentle. Arthur unstuck his face from the crook of Ludwig’s neck, turning his head only to gasp when he saw the wide expanse of the ocean. Ludwig was drifting on his back, natural buoyancy keeping them afloat, allowing Arthur to rest atop him. He picked his head up farther, looking around in awe at the sheer beauty of it all. Arthur snaps his gaze back to Ludwig’s, abruptly realizing how close their faces were, noses almost touching. Ludwig stared at him through lidded eyes, his smile small and soft, taking in his reaction to what was essentially his home. Unable to utter a single word, all Arthur could do was smile back, throat constricting and chest tightening. He released his arms from around the merman’s neck, letting them fall into the water, feeling it tug him, caress him.

“Can you hold your breath for me?” Ludwig’s voice gently rumbled.

Arthur was in a daze, couldn’t think straight, so all he did was nod and suck in air.

His eyes reflexively shut against the bite of salt water as Ludwig submerged them, scrunching fiercely. Though once they adjusted, Arthur peeked through one, and both eyes flew wide open. It took all his willpower to hold in another gasp to prevent him from losing his slowly depleting supply of oxygen.

A world sprung alive underneath him, vivacious and full of movement. Seaweed swayed at the bottom, reaching up with long fingers towards the sun that broke through the waves, dotting the seafloor with patterns of light. Fish swam among them, looking for food along the plants and rocks. And littered around the formations on the floor were shells, dozens of them, all different shapes and sizes. Each had something unique, that set itself apart from the others. It took Arthur’s breath away, which unfortunately, was literally happening. He tapped Ludwig’s shoulder, signalling that he needed to go back up. Even though he wished he could stare at them for hours, analyze each one, he knew it would be hard to do if he were dead.

They broke through the waves, Arthur panting and grateful for the air that once again filled his lungs. He glanced up again at Ludwig, who still had that damn look on his face.

“That was… amazing.” He murmured, not disconnecting his eyes from Ludwig’s own.

“I am happy to hear this. I knew you would like it.” Ludwig grinned sweetly in response. It made Arthur’s heart jump.

“Hm. This kind of makes me want to take you into town. Show you how humans live.” Arthur gave him a lopsided, lazy grin. “Though I’d have to carry you everywhere.”

Ludwig’s smile dampened a bit. “Yes, I cannot go with you. But I am grateful that you can at least come here.”

That was true, and Arthur was quite happy that he could too. His grin became delicate, genuine and pliant, full of fondness. He tucked his head underneath Ludwig’s chin, letting the ocean lull him.

“Though I must ask, if you can’t swim, why did you work on a boat?”

“ Oh, quiet!”

Arthur hadn’t seen a storm this big since he was younger. The weather stations had issued a warning for his area, stating that the ocean would be vicious due to the ferocity of the impending thunderstorm. He couldn’t see Ludwig the day it hit, having to hurry home and seek out shelter from the winds. All night he was cooped up, windows boarded, making sure none of the doors were open. Arthur knew he’d be fine, but he was a nervous wreck all throughout it anyway. All he could think of was Ludwig, out there alone, facing the full wrath of the storm. The warnings of the weathermen echoed in his ears.

The ocean will be particularly rough, so port towns are advised to keep indoors!

God, he was going to vomit, puke up everything he ate that day because he was so terrified for the merman. Arthur couldn’t get the image out of his head of Ludwig being smashed against the rocks they meet at, his element turning against him.

Eventually, the power went out, which Arthur had already prepared for. He took some candles up to bed and read a book by their light, hoping it would take his mind off of the merman’s safety. Arthur couldn’t concentrate on the words, no matter how hard he tried. The wind howling and banging against his windows, the thunder echoing in the distance, all were grave reminders of what was at stake. He just ended up reading the same passage again and again. Arthur threw the book onto his nightstand. He grabbed the candle, blowing it out before burying himself under the covers. Tossing and turning for hours, Arthur hardly got any sleep at all, mind always drifting back to that horrid worry. It was only from exhaustion that his eyes finally shut for good.

Dawn broke in eery silence; no violent sound of rain. Arthur bolted out of bed, throwing open his window to see the outside world. There was hardly any damage, only some downed trees, but the power was still out. Arthur frantically got dressed and ready for the day, going a mile a minute through his morning routine. He ran right out the door, not bothering to grab his satchel or anything. Luckily, his work had closed for a couple days due to the storm, so Arthur could run right where he wanted to go. And run he did, practically sprinting down to the secluded beach.

When he finally reached the familiar shore, he noticed the debris scattered about the sand, but the ocean was calm again. Jogging to the rocks, he stood atop them and shouted for Ludwig, each time growing more and more desperate. He called and called, but there was no sign of the merman. Arthur felt panic begin to settle in, starting to hyperventilate as his worst fears were coming true. Yet he continued to shout, willing Ludwig to hear him. Minute passed, but to no avail. It seemed the merman wasn’t here. Cold, hard fear crawled along his skin.

Suddenly, the water rippled, and Ludwig exasperatedly surfaced, giving Arthur an incredulous look. Arthur felt numb with relief.

“Arthur? What are you doing here so early? I was not expecting you, that is why I was not here.”

Arthur just couldn’t respond, and just flung himself off the rocks instead, practically jumping on top of Ludwig.

The merman made a surprised sound, yet embraced Arthur, who after the initial splash of water, wrapped every limb he could around the other.

“God, Ludwig. Are you okay? I was so worried about how you would fair in this storm. Please tell me you’re okay. You’re not hurt, are you?” The questions were rapid fired into Ludwig’s shoulder, and Arthur was pretty sure he didn’t catch any of that.

“What? Arthur I am okay. I was safe in my den last night. I could tell the storm was coming.” Ludwig still sounded confused, but he reassured Arthur, tone soft.

Besides the relief, which was immense, another feeling bubbled up. One that had been suppressed and ignored, but everything that had happened had led up to its realization, to this moment. Now it all made sense; how people saw his change in mood, the warmth he felt inside, and that crushing panic that ensued when Arthur thought Ludwig to be in danger. The waters were no longer murky. They were clear, and reflected the truth perfectly. Arthur now understood.

“Hey, Ludwig?” He asked slowly, raising his head from the other’s shoulder to look at him face to face.

“Yes?”

“Do you know what humans do to show someone they love them?” Arthur’s voice had gone low, barely reaching above a whisper.

“No, I do not.”

Arthur continued to stare, teetering on the edge, but then finally falling in and committing. It didn’t feel real, but he leaned in, neck craning, lips inching closer before finally touching Ludwig’s gently, brushing lightly against them. Only lasting a second, Arthur pulled back, not wanting to be too forward with him, for he’s obviously never dealt with this type of interaction.

Ludwig looked contemplative, running his tongue over his lips briefly, keeping his gaze on Arthur.

“That means… you love me?” He asked, tentative.

A smile graced Arthur’s face, elated. “Yes,” he whispered, “it means I love you.” Just saying it, finally admitting it, felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Ludwig’s eyes went wide, and then he leaned in, mimicking Arthur’s earlier action. The press of his lips a bit too hard, a bit awkward, but Arthur could honestly care less. He guided the other into an easy rhythm, softening the kiss, mouth pliable.

They parted, Arthur opening his eyes to see Ludwig’s pale blue ones boring into his own.

“Then that means I love you too.”

“Seriously! You gotta tell me! No way you didn’t NOT get a girlfriend!”

Hannah had her hands planted firmly on his desk, inserting herself into Arthur’s space and demanding an answer.

Arthur only sighed, twirling a pen in his hand, other one propping his chin up, a dreamy smile on his face. Really, he looked more like a schoolgirl than a grown man!

“You know what? I think I did.” He responded lightly, laughing as her mouth flew open.

“What?! Oh my god, you’re giving me the details right now!” She pounced on him, ripping him to shreds with her questions, and Arthur could only grin.

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