#ocean Voyager was so beautiful too!!!

[d3m0l1t10n-lvrs]

I brought moon with me on my birthday trip to the aquarium!!!

[ddollfface]

oh my god. i loved your lovesick!sailor. just a thought, could reader's child have given his mother's escape plan? i mean hes such a sweet sweet child but what if he's finally tired of the neglect?:( dad loves him so much, sailor dad tells him that mother loves him too but poor baby can't help but start to lose hope.

maybe a sharp sense of feeling made him suggest the idea that, 'i think mom is going somewhere' to his dad?

he doesn't want to but- he needs love from his mother too:(

what abt sailor just trying to trap reader with yet ANOTHER baby, just so happens to be a girl this time, one who looks exactly like her. but baby girl wants to stay on land and refuses to aid her mother anyhow.

JUST A THOUGHT. I MAY HAVE INDULGED WAY TOO DEEP INTO THIS😞🙏

YES! You got exactly what I was putting down!!!

That's what I was trying to insinuate with that little line, but I was trying to be sneaky with it -- I'm just happy that someone caught onto it!

I like to imagine that your baby boy was slowly climbing the stairs, looking over his shoulders every few seconds, just to see if you'd follow after him. He wants his mama to tuck him in, to lull him to sleep with soft humming, instead of the crashing of waves and heavy thumping of thunder.

His tiny feet patted against the splintered stairs, old and creaky wood making the slightest noise under his weight. His stuffy held close to his chest, his nose stuffed into the soft material, inhaling your scent that clung onto the toy seal. Sniffling as he walked through the cold halls. The walls a light tan, cracks creeping along every corner as dirt and old salt filled all the crevices. No matter how much his Pa cleaned, there was always the looming scent of sea salt and the earthy grains of sand throughout the Lighthouse.

But that's expected, especially since this Lighthouse has been around for decades. If anything, it's surprising it's still standing. The wooden floorboards covered by a burgundy carpet, one that's long and stretches far down the hallway, and only ends at the foot of the ladder, which leads up to the top. The carpet has golden borders, and little tuffs of wool frame the carpet at the ends. Depictions of the sea string along the floor. Naked women with the bodies of seals lounging on the rocks have always caught the little boy's eyes, seeing as he's never seen such a creature before.

He hopes they are, they seem so beautiful. He would love to meet a woman who had the body of a seal, he's sure they'd be lovely to talk to. The little boy would continue down the hall, letting his eyes linger on the depictions of sea life, wondering what the waves would feel like, or how the sand would move under his feet. If only his Pa would let him go to the ocean; what was he afraid of?

His small feet quicken their steps, creating a small thump against the floor, but it diminished by the soft carpet. His mind wandered to the ocean, longing for what it was like. He wants to feel the sand through his fingers, to swim with the little fishies, or to jump over waves. His Pa always talks about the ocean, about his voyages across the seven seas, and how he stopped all that for his Mama.

But... his mama didn't talk about the ocean often. Though she did sit on the window seal, staring off into the distance. Sometimes she'd even let him sit with her! Oh, how he loved to sit with his Mama, laying between her legs as she detangled his long curls. He loved his Mama so, so much...

"God dammit! Where the hell is she?!"

The door at the end of the hall slammed open, revealing his Pa. The boy's eyes widened, surprised as he'd never seen his Pa act so sporadically. He held the stuffy closer to his chest, keeping eye contact with his father as he rapidly approached him, his Pa's hands grasping his shoulders.

"Did you see her, baby? Where's Mama?" His Pa's eyes were wide, filled with panic and fear, causing the boy to become worried as well. Should he have stopped his Mama? Cried for her to stay with him and come up the stairs? Was his Mama okay? Why was Pa so worried?

The boy licked his lips, looking off to the side. Though he wanted his Pa to make sure Mama was okay, he had a gut feeling that something wasn't right. His Mama wouldn't leave him, right?

He gulped, his gaze flickering from the ground to his stuffy seal, tightening his grasp around the toy. Sniffling, he shook his head, peering up at his Pa through his blonde lashes.

"Nuh-uh, Pa... I didn't see her, I was just getting some water..." He mumbled, lying through his teeth. Something in his gut churned, something wasn't right, and he knew it. His Mama wasn't one to act irrationally, and she'd never do something that wasn't in his best interest, right?

For some reason, the boy thought that the ocean had something to do with this. He could almost hear the waves crashing against the rocks, a soft melody that lulled him to come closer. His eyes perked at the sound. his nostrils flared. Suddenly, it felt as if the ocean was right in front of him. He could almost feel the wind blowing through his hair and the sand beneath his feet.

He felt distant as his Pa ruffled his hair, ushering him to bed, before running down the stairs. His body felt different as if something had changed. Something was wrong, and he could feel it in his soul, heart, and mind.

Throughout his whole life, he's longed for the ocean, always calling out to it from afar, but it seems that the ocean has heard his pleas.

Maybe his Mama heard it too?

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But yeah, that's kinda of a small drabble of what I imagine to happen. I've always been interested in mythologies around the world. Selkies specifically have always caught my eye, so I just wanted to write a small story about the myth.

From my various readings, I've seen a couple of stories about how the children of a selkie, specifically if their father's a human, will usually have some type of aquatic features (EX: webbed fingers, slit pupils, or being born with a pelt of some kind).

There's not a lot of literature focusing on the children of selkies, but there's a lot of speculation that the children are born with a pelt (like their mother). Some think that the pelt comes as a type of afterbirth, or they're born as a seal and shed their pelt (possibly the reverse as well). But I like to think that they earn their pelt from greeting the ocean or something.

I don't know where I read this, but I heard that if they have a daughter, then she's going to be a selkie. But if the baby is a boy, then he'll just be a regular human with a love for the ocean. I literally have no clue where I heard this, but I saw it somewhere (I cannot find it anywhere, SOS).

So I think it's an interesting idea that reader and LoveSick!Sailor had a little boy who longed for the ocean and a daughter who despises the ocean, though she's a selkie or something. It's kinda like their roles are reversed, which is an interesting thought.

[agustdiv1ne]

CONGRATS ON 3K ASHLEE 🥳🫶🏼✨ you’re truly amazing and here’s to many more milestones!!

right so, ik this isn’t a movie, but I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of bridgerton + beomgyu + fluff and smut please 🥹 but if it really is just movies, then titanic with the same member and genre please <3 thank you in advance <3

NOW SHOWING...

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: historical fiction, romance, fluff, smսt

wc: 4.2k

details + warnings: mdni, beomgyu and mc's characters are jack and rose adjacent but they actually have a happy ending bc i said so <3, mentions of alcohol, no established dom/sub dynamics but gyu takes the lead a bit, soft + romantic sex, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this!!), my big dick gyu agenda makes an appearance, light dirty talk, a little possessiveness, beomgyu calls mc: love, beautiful

note: SMILES!! TYSM <33 you are one of of my longest moots and i appreciate you and your talent so much! i've unfortunately never watched bridgerton (or else i would have used that ;-;), though i do adore titanic so i ultimately went with that ^^

you have found sunsets to be far more magnificent at high sea.

tonight brings one that is, by far, one of your most beloved from the voyage thus far: a sky flushed a deep rose, billowing clouds contrived of fairy floss drifting above your head. the horizon holds clear where the roseate hue melts into the ocean and scatters about the peaks of gentle waves. it's quite a breathtaking sight, almost too good to be true. a painting; that is what it resembles — you wish that you could reach up and brush your hands through it, watch it coat and swirl about your fingertips like smudged pigments on canvas.

leaning against the railing, you inhale a deep breath of fresh, salt-heavy air. it stings as it fills your lungs. despite the beginnings of spring, the weather has remained chilly, growing further frigid whenever the sky fades to black. now, the sun hangs low, sinking closer and closer to the sea that awaits to swallow it whole — you will be forced to return back inside soon.

sighing quietly, your mind wanders to beomgyu, the man who has won over your affections over the past five days. you wish he could be here with you to see this picturesque display. where is he right now? on one of the lower decks, perhaps? should you go find him?

does he miss you as much as you do him?

not even half a day has passed since you last saw each other, but these thoughts swirl within your brain nonetheless. busy mixing with pretentious elites and the potential suitors your mother demanded that you meet throughout the day, you hadn't found time to sneak away and meet with him despite your aching desire to. you just barely avoided your mother's watchful gaze to escape out here and finally be able to breathe.

as naïve as it may sound, you feel as though you've known the charming man your entire life. strangers with a divine connection — you ponder if you must have known beomgyu in a past life, fell for him just as you do now. your typically rational mind supplies you with grandiose ideas of running away, of fleeing this suffocating, predetermined path that you were born into. he is a breath of fresh air after all of the men that you have met who only wish to marry and mold you into a submissive, obedient housewife that they can then neglect. unlike those men — no, you think, those insolent boys, he is not hungry to further his wealth, to fasten his name to yours for the sake of status. he doesn't expect you to change yourself. rather, he takes you as you are, with all your sharp edges and imperfections, and worships you down to the marrow of your bones.

the longing to wander the entire ship until you find him strikes you square in the chest like a sack of flour, knocking the breath from your lungs. your heart aches. you want to see him. you must see him.

“i should’ve known i’d find you out here.” 

it's quite strange, how the hand of fate plays its cards. you whip your head around, and there he is, with his sun-kissed skin and wind-tousled hair, as if he had somehow heard your thoughts and rushed to meet you. the upward quirk of his lips conveys both fondness and mischief while he moves closer to you, gentle hands wrapping around your waist. you mirror his expression, relief flooding your system at his well-timed arrival. sliding your hands over his shoulders, you link your fingers together around the nape of his neck.

“gyu,” you whisper while you surge forward to embrace him, pressing your face into the junction between his neck and shoulder. he nearly stumbles, but quickly regains his balance, returning the hug. “i missed you.”

“we saw each other this morning,” he chuckles, but the way his arms tighten around you betray his true emotions. 

you deliver a light pinch to his neck in jest, mumbling against his neck, “you’re impossible.”

this simply makes him laugh harder, his chest shuddering against your own. he curls a hand under your chin to remove your face from his neck, and his chestnut-colored eyes find yours. “and you love it.”

“unfortunately, yes,” you admit with a sigh. he smiles wider at that.

a peaceful silence fills the air between you. only the sounds of the ship cutting through the sea fills your ears. turning in his hold until his back presses against your chest, you look back out to the horizon. the pink sky has faded into a muted indigo, the sun barely a semicircle along the horizon. the air has grown colder now, but the warmth that beomgyu exudes wards off the chill that runs deep beneath your skin. your place one hand atop the ones looped around your stomach, the other reaching up to play with the ends of his soft hair.

“where’d you disappear off to today?” beomgyu breaks the quiet first. he feels the way you stiffen within his hold, how your fingers stop toying with his hair, the deep breath you exhale. you can that he immediately regrets asking.

“my mother,” you begin to explain, a bitter, sour note in your voice. “she dragged me from party to party today. they weren’t even parties, really, just excuses to flaunt wealth and peacock about. it was absolutely ridiculous.”

you hear the small giggle he allows at your choice of words, and your lips turn up again. teasing, you say, “i’m glad my misery amuses you.”

“no, never,” he hastily says, oddly serious. your fingers rubbing soothing circles against his scalp is a silent confirmation that you know. a few beats of silence pass once more, your eyes trained on how the sun continues its descent below the horizon.

the ocean's maw has fully consumed the sun when he pulls you back against him, his warm breath caressing the shell of your war and causing you to shiver. the quintessentially impish lilt of his voice returns, a smirk rich on his lips.

“wanna go to a real party?”

and to a real party he takes you. a gathering on a lower deck, the tunes played by the instrument-wielding passengers brash and loud. others sing, some dance, many drink. it's as if you are walking into a brand new world, seeing colors you have never seen before. it is so disorienting yet exhilarating at the same time.

your hand enveloped in his, beomgyu guides you into the sea of noise and moving bodies with confidence towards two men who cheer his name at the sight of him. they each hold a glass of amber ale, eyes glazed over as they spot you behind their friend.

“you finally made it! thought you weren’t comin’,” the slightly taller of the two calls, his words slurred. his fox like eyes meet yours again, and he grins. “you must be the girl he’s been ravin’ about! y/n, right?”

you offer a shy nod and a polite smile, nerves apparent in the way your eyes dart across the room. next to you, beomgyu grows a bit red in the face, but holds you closer to him. how easily he picks up on your emotional state is beyond you, but appreciated.

beomgyu moves to introduce the two men, and you learn the taller one is named yeonjun. the shorter man, his eyes as round as a doe's, is named taehyun. he is far more reserved compared to the other two, but welcoming nonetheless. you converse with them for a considerable amount of time, growing more comfortable the longer you stand with them. none of them seem to care that you come from a wildly opposite walk of life as them; they treat you as a friend all the same.

the conversation soon turns to their history and how exactly they came to know beomgyu. they happened to meet while in paris, yeonjun explains, bonding over their shared heritage and quickly developing a close friendship.

“it’s a miracle we even got on this ship!” yeonjun laughs before he takes another swig of his drink. “gyu won a game of cards back at the port just before she set sail. lucky guy, ain’t he?”

“yeah,” beomgyu responds before you are able to utter a word, looking down at you with fondness coloring his gaze. “i really am.”

the two men soon depart on a search for more alcohol, leaving you and beomgyu alone. he does not take long in snatching your hand to drag you towards the makeshift dance floor.

“beomgyu, wait, i can’t—”

“c’mon!” he exclaims. “dance with me!”

he pulls you close to him as soon as you reach the space. chest to chest, hand in hand. your eyes widen, frantic.

with haste, your voice strained in order to be heard over the music, you say, “beomgyu i don’t, i don’t know this dance, i can’t do this!”

“sure you can!” he jovially yells. “just follow my lead!”

the music surges around your bodies as you begin to skip about the room. with beomgyu guiding you along to the fast-paced tempo, your apprehension melts away. you do not have to be in control, you can simply feel and allow yourself to flow along with him. you squeal as your unsuitably formal dress flutters around your legs and your heeled shoes click against the floor rhythmically. both of you laugh unabashedly, growing drunk on the excitement of it all. your heart beats erratically against your ribcage, your cheeks beginning to hurt from how wide you beam.

you feel more alive in this moment than you have in your entire life.

he spins you around and around until you grow dizzy. then, you are off once again, eventually joining a line of people holding hands and snaking about the room. you skip along with one hand held by a woman who speaks to you in rapid french and the other still taken by beomgyu, who attempts to translate her words, albeit poorly.

out of breath, you squeeze his hand, and he takes your hint; you break away from the line. others easily fill the void that you leave.

you stumble, giggling, and beomgyu catches you. harebrained and giddy and every cell of your body positively surging with joy, you are unable to even think your actions through before you are cupping his face in your hands and crashing your lips against his.

whoops and hollers sound around you, but the sole thing that permeates your senses is beomgyu's soft lips melding with your own. the grip of his hands upon your waist fortifies, but only enough to hold you to ensure your unchanging propinquity. hurried, ravenous, you devour each other in the middle of the crowd until you grow desperate for oxygen. pulling away, you draw a breath deep into your lungs, mouth agape just as the full force of what you did crashes into you, a strike of lightning straight to your chest.

and rather than fret, your lips split and their corners rise, and you laugh. you laugh and laugh and laugh until you collapse against beomgyu's chest. he gathers you up to his chest before you crash to the floor, holding you by your cheeks while he comprehends your wild eyes and glowing mien.

“are you alright?” he queries.

i think i may be in love with you, is what you wish could say, but you bite the words back before they escape.

instead, you ask, “come with me, please?”

he nods and allows you to pull him towards the stairs that you first entered from. mistakenly, you briefly meet eyes with yeonjun, who stands across the room with a suggestive smirk, eyebrows wiggling in your direction. though your cheeks grow warm, you continue to push forward, weaving your fingers through those of the man following close behind.

the trek to your private chambers takes far longer than expected. both of you are guilty of pulling each other into dark corners and giggling into each other's mouths at nearly every turn. the situation becomes dire once you reach the upper decks, dodging acquaintances of your mother through roundabout hallways. after what seems like hours, you reach the door of your room, swiftly unlocking it and pulling beomgyu inside.

without delay, he presses you up against the door, forearms caging you in, and crashes his lips to yours once more. gone is the nonsensical laughter and teasing touches — now all that remains is a carnal hunger, a bone-deep desperation to feel and to devour one another whole. his sly tongue sneaks into your mouth, dancing with your own before it retracts and his teeth graze your lower lip. you exhale a breathy whine, hands pawing at the rough linen of his shirt.

he pulls away to momentarily catch his breath before he blazes forward to kiss you once more. your finger pressed to his lips, however, halts his movements. questions dance in his pupils.

“take me to bed,” you whisper. 

biting your lip, you watch as the gears within his brain churn as he processes your words, how his eyes grow impossibly darker once he does. the short journey to your bed is a blur in your mind. hands tug at clothes and undergarments until you lay bare beneath his own naked torso, his trousers low on his waist, though unable to hide the aching erection that strains the fabric.

he reaches up to tweak your nipple, causing you to inhale sharply. he finds great delight in how sensitive you are, his lips ravaging your neck until he locates the weak spot just beneath your ear. he bites down lightly. a shock of bliss jolts down your spine, and you squeal his name — god, how he would give away what little money he has to his name to hear that sound every day.

the combination of his lips gliding down your neck and his thumb circling your nipple renders you speechless, merely able to moan and grip the soft sheets below you as he brings you pleasure that you have never felt before. though his calloused hands against your skin feel much rougher than those of the men that your mother forces you to mingle with, he treats you gentler than any of your desperate suitors ever could. almost as if your body is made of glass, he does not press hard enough to inflict pain, nor does he force you to your knees to take him. no man you have lied with before has treated you in such a manner, putting your needs before his own. your heart pounds at the realization. you pray that he cannot hear it.

deprived of warning, his lips and fingers disappear from your skin. you whine at the sudden confiscation of pleasure.

“why did you stop?” you pant, breathless, trying to reach up to touch him. he captures your hands and links his fingers between your own. he presses your arms back against the sheet before he lets go. 

he stares down at you for a moment, eyes trailing from your heaving chest to the swollen pout upon your lips. with a ghost of a smirk, he leans down to press a chaste peck to the corner of your mouth, his forehead now pressed against yours. eyes hooded, he breathes, “patience, beautiful. i’m gonna make you feel good, i promise.” 

“hurry, then,” you plead. you feel as if you are going insane without his touch. addictive, akin to opium; you want more, you crave it.

“ah, so demanding,” he jokes, though he gives in. he allows you no time to respond as he kisses you again, leaning over you with forearm pressed into the mattress next to your head. a hand slides down your side — drawing goosebumps to your skin — to your thigh, spreading you wider for him. you inhale sharply through your nose when you feel fingers press against your soaking center, one slim, rough-skinned finger sliding slowly past your entrance. the groan he emits rumbles against your own chest. he raises his head no more than a millimeter, shuddering at the wet heat that coats his skin as he begins to thrust the digit in and out. 

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he curses, unable to help himself. clinging to him, you bite your lip at his ministrations, nearly drawing blood when he slips a second finger in, stretching your walls. his thumb finds the aching bud just above to ease the sting.

“g-gyu,” you whimper, the sound singing in his ears like wind chimes, urging him to move faster, curl his fingers against the spongy patch inside you, watching how your face contorts beneath him. he fixates on the spot. your hips involuntarily buck up into his thrusts in response, the cord within your stomach tightening. your gaze meets his, desperate, pleading. “gyu, i need, ‘m going to—”

“let go, beautiful,” he groans, grinding his cock into the crease of your thigh for relief. “you can do it, c’mon. let go for me.”

his deep-voiced encouragement sends you over the edge, warmth flooding your veins as your thighs quake around him, nails digging into his tanned skin. your eyes screw shut.

“that’s it,” he coos as you float back down to earth. he rubs soothing circles against the skin of your cheek. “my lovely girl.” 

“want you, gyu,” you beg, stomach warm from the praise. “want you inside.” 

he freezes, eyes wide. “are...are you sure?”

“i’ve never been more sure in my life,” you say. thus, his grin returns. he moves to unbutton his trousers, and you help him, grazing the hard imprint in his underwear. he hisses at the sensation, then stands from the bed to remove his remaining clothing. your mouth dries at the sight, and you gulp. he is quite well-endowed, his cock standing tall against his soft abdomen, the tip an angry crimson, the color fading as your eyes travel down the shaft. you squirm at the thought of it being inside you, stretching your walls beyond belief, pressing into every spot within you with every roll of his hips.

he settles between your thighs once again, guiding his cock against your wet folds. your poorly-veiled apprehension is not lost on him.

“i’ll go slow,” he promises, guiding the head of his cock to your awaiting entrance. “don’t wanna hurt you...you ready?”

with a deep breath, you hum in confirmation. he murmurs out a quiet “okay,” directed more towards himself than you, and shifts his hips forward. the first press brings with it a small ache. you wince, and he slows, inquiring if you are okay. 

you nod. “go slow, please.”

“of course, love,” he whispers, distracting your mind from the pain with his lips. inch by inch, he sinks deeper into your walls, soon bottoming out deep inside of you with a strained moan. he stills to allow you to adjust. as soon as you do, you’re urging him to move. he obeys, thrusts slow-paced and tender until you beg for him to quicken them. 

“yeah?” he coos. “y’want more? you, fuck — you have all of me already, s-so greedy.”

the roll of his hips sharpens, canting upward — faster, harder, deeper. all you can think to do is moan, the thoughts ricocheting in your mind now too jumbled for you to decipher and voice. a fire has ignited in your stomach, growing hotter and brighter when swings your legs over his shoulders. the angle of his thrusts causes the head of his cock to brush against a spot deep inside you, a place that has never been explored prior. a sound that is foreign to your ears tears itself from your chest, loud and unabashed.

above you, beomgyu groans. his head is thrown back, mouth agape, his hair a tousled mess atop his head. a few strands stick to his sweat-drenched forehead. a flush has traveled down and stained his chest, his abdomen flexing in exertion as he loses himself completely. his head drops down again, his eyes meeting yours, half-lidded and brimming with heady lust. you attempt to hide your face in the sheets, growing shy at the intensity of it all, but he reaches down to grip your chin, holding your gaze steady.

“watch me,” he orders. in a daze, you obey, glassy eyes barely able to comprehend the bombardment to your senses. his free hand locates your slick clit, rubbing quick circles, breath shaky as your walls flutter and tighten around him. “so good. so good for me, beautiful. no one can make you feel as good as i do, hm?”

“o-only you!” you manage to agree through your cries. he slips his thumb past your lips, and you immediately begin to suck on the digit.

“so pretty, such a good girl,” he mumbles out, half delirious. “will never get enough of you.” 

your high slams into you in a flash, your entire body quivering around him. beomgyu rapidly pulls out, ropes of his release spilling across your abdomen as he jerks himself, gasping at how your empty hole flutters around nothing. your legs drop from his shoulders, as weak as a newborn fawn's. he collapses next to you, mopping up his release with the handkerchief sitting upon your nightstand, before he pulls you to his chest, holding you like you are about to disappear into the air. he cups your cheek gently, kissing you slowly, savoring every second. when you pull away, there lies an urgency in his expression.

“run away with me,” he whispers, searching your face for something, anything. “once this ship docks in new york, run away with me.”

your chest tightens. he feels the same — oh, he feels the same. you battle back the tears beginning to form on your waterline and hold him close, reaching up to envelop the hands on your cheeks with your own and kissing him breathless.

your forehead presses to his as you respond, a watery smile painting your lips, “where would we go?”

“anywhere you’d like,” he breathes. tears form in his own eyes — hope, unbridled joy. “just say the word.”

your blooming love is not star-crossed, but auspicious, you realize while standing on the deck of the carpathia.

you had been separated from beomgyu in the sinking of the titanic that night, in the frantic crowds shoving towards the life boats and the gunshots ringing out to maintain a semblance of order. your mother had found and pushed you onto one, lowered into the sea before you were able to leap out, to search for him. you sobbed into your palms the entire night, unknowing whether he survived the sinking or not.

but now, he is across the deck before you, alive. his clothes and hair are drenched in seawater, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders — but he's alive, so very alive. he has not spotted you, his eyes pointed out to the sea where the so-called "unsinkable" ship met its watery grave. your hands begin to shake. warm, breathing, alive.

you croak out his name, tearing away from your mother in order to sprint over to him, ignoring the weakness of your limbs and the frantic protests from your mother behind you. your calls of his name amplify in volume. he spins around, and his face melts into disbelief. he races across the remaining distance between you, feet thumping against the wooden deck. arms wrap around you as the two of you meet — two souls colliding, winding and weaving around each other like threads on a loom. tears are not lost upon either of you, streaming down both of your faces as you hold each other, skin against skin as you ensure this is not a dream, or mirage.

“i love you,” you sob. “i can’t, i didn’t know if—”

he shushes you, tucking your face into his chest. “i know, love. i know. i love you, too. we’re here now, we’re together. alive.”

you choke back a whimper, crying until you can no longer. as you shift back to look at him, you find that he's smiling. a thought hits you suddenly.

“where is yeonjun? taehyun?” you ask. he squeezes you once, pointing somewhere across the deck. following his finger, you find them: beaten down, weary, but breathing. you have never been a particularly religious person, but you think that something must be watching from above, providing you such unfair luck. they wave. you wave right back.

“we floated on top of furniture until a rescue boat found us,” he explains. “we were lucky. i was half dead when we were found.”

the thought punctures your chest, but he doesn’t let your thoughts run astray for long. “it’s okay, love. you couldn’t have done anything.”

“i know, but—”

“but nothing.” a gentle smile plays on his lips. “we’re here now, aren’t we?”

“yes,” you say, your expression reflecting his. “shall we still plan to flee?”

he grins something tired yet enthusiastic. “of course, beautiful. there's no one else i'd like to see the world with more than you.”

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[jmdbjk]

Fanning the flames...

Are Jimin and Jungkook going around the world Namjooning?

In May they were in Japan.

We know they were together in New York in July.

And also in Connecticut during that same trip.

And now they're cooling their butts off in the ocean down in Jeju?

Where else have they been and we didn't know it?

Why is choreographer Brian Puspos posting on his Twi/X the video of Jimin and Jungkook's Own It dance practice and cryptically captioning it "may the story continue?"

Yes I get the reference to SEVEN but is there something else coming? Hmmmmm, Brian?

Side note: yes sir, we were definitely blessed in more ways than one with that clip...

WhAt doEs it ALL mEaN?

Are we getting some sort of vlog or Bon Voyage subunit at some point in the future?

Is it for a subunit MV?

Are they on their honeymoon?

Is Jimin handling it right now? (of course he is)

It's Green Day in Korea. Or it was yesterday (time zones and shit). Remember? The 14th of every month has some sort of couples significance in Korea. Green day is the day lovers spend the day out in the countryside enjoying nature together. It was a beautiful weekend in Jeju.

So which is it?

I have a burning need to know. But if they don't want to share, I'm cool with that too I guess, but usually, when you are caught sneaking something, the teacher makes you share with the class...

I am ready for show-and-tell, what about y'all?

Knowing they're well, safe and happy will have to suffice for now.

Disclaimer: Right now most information is rumor and speculation, information gleaned from several sources. The sightings were reported by eyewitnesses. Some have photos. Not posting those here of course. The Brian Puspos post is fact.

In closing, here's some pics I bet you've never seen before:

[echantedtoon]

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch1 Premise

Elegance, grace, and beauty. That is what made up someone's worth where she was from. But perhaps it was her kindness that was the downfall of her life. After all no good deed goes unpunished.

(Warnings for yandere themes, mentioned entertainment district and spicy stuff but it will STAY sfw, Kid's in cannon killing streak and violence, maybe some cussing, and kidnapping.

Tagging @punks-never-die205 @feiatjjk

I apologize if I write Kid or his crew OOC in this. I only wrote for Kid like one other time. Also apologies for the inaccuracy of anything. I'll research everything in One Piece as accurately as possible. I'm only planning on this to have three parts so bare with me.)

The waves crashed against the solid wood of the nightmare that tainted the seas with its blight. The dull voyage towards it's next destination undisclosed to the masses until it was too late. Until the cries of the victims dammed to endure the blight's upcoming wrath soared throughout the heavens. The air impure of the smoke from hellfire that ravaged the land and homes of the peaceful innocents that could flee in terror and watch in ever growing shock and fear as the Red Devil laughed his cries of mania.

'Pillage. Plunder. Take. Leave not even a penny of value behind.'

That was the unspoken code for his existence and by extension the very existence of his hellish crew. Each one as deadly and hellish as their Red Devil of a leader however no one could compare to the wrath of the leader himself. That's why he was feared far more than the trickling members who followed him into battle. 

'Take what you want. Dam anyone else who stands in the way. We are the best of the worst generation.'

The faint scent of smoke still  festered from the clothes on their backs from the latest of the hellborns' victims. Consuming everything in their path that wasn't stolen or rescued from their grasp by the few lucky victims that managed to get away from the scorching flames and weapons the devil's wielded. For those who survived lived to tell the newest horror stories of the blight.

The blight known around the world as the Victoria Punk.

A ship lead by the devil captain and his band of murderers and thieves. Thousands of lives changed forever for the worst by a single vessel.

The vessel carried on into the night. The wind pushing it towards the closest destination to endure their presence. The sour wind was filled with the cheers of the victorious thieves celebrating their latest tragedy. The decks filled with the thundering of footsteps and murmuring of excited voices as they all exchanged words and passed around the rewards of their disaster. 

THUD!

The murmuring was short lived when a large wooden chest was just dropped in the middle of the deck at the feet of two large boots. Two laughing men eagerly grabbing at the top to pry it open for the mostly blank face of the one who watched them. After all-

Everyone knows that the Captain has first pick of the best plunder. 

A metallic sound was heard as a lock snapped. Wood creaked as the top was pried open. And moonlight glowed from silver to gold. Ah. A wonderous abundance it was. The sight of gold bedazzled in the moonlight was always a sight to behold. Never got old. A gasp of awe passed around the deck at the sight of cold and countless gems. Scattered greens and reds signalled the presence of rubies and emeralds while the clear ones told them that diamonds were in the mix. As much as greedy hands wanted to nab the precious loot, the unspoken code that the Captain would happily toss whoever dated defy him into the ocean for a swim. 

So all watched in bated breathes as footsteps approached the chest with a frown. 

The glittery gold shining off from the moonlit gold. In their glitter the many reflections of Amber eyes as they leaned down to gaze upon the shimmer and shine. From the chest a single jewelry was taken. A gold chained necklace swayed from where a finger and thumb gripped it's base. A single large pink spinel gem sparkled and swayed, reflected in the amber pupil that brought it close to inspect it's sparkle. Eyes narrowed looking as it swayed almost hypnotically.. before red lips split in a wide grin. 

"Heh. And to think they were planning on using this to fund that new little marine base. They should've known better than to try and build that in the same area as pirates!" A bout of loud laughter filled the air from the crew. The necklace tossed to the side into the lucky excited hands of a greedy pirate. "I think we earnt ourselves a little reward after this."

"Whaddya mean by that, Kid?"

The secondary voice was calm and collected despite the amount of blood that spilt from the killer's hands just a mere few hours ago. The name being ironic of his deeds.  Despite the calm demeanor by the curious tilt of his head one could tell he was curious as to what the red headed captain was thinking of. 

The fearsome man of blood red hair turned to him with that sadistically pleased grin of his. "I'm talking about where we're currently positioned, Killer." His brow raised. "If we set sail for the Flower Capital right this second, about when we'll get there?"

The blonde masked man him in a clear tone of thought, calculating carefully before the tilted head turned back up. "If the winds keep going like this and we go now, then we should get there either around sundown or nightfall tomorrow. But why would we set sail for there?"

"Ain't it obvious, Kil? I think you deserve a reward for the hard work we all put in! Don't you agree?" A flurry of agreement from the jeerers was immediately as an arm raised pointing out a specific direction. "Turn the ship northwest and set full speed ahead. IM TAKING YOU LUCKY BASTARDS TO THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT!"

An uproar was immediate. The promise of women, booze, and women was bestowed upon them all. A pair of men in the cheering crowd even embracing each other in the excitement.

"Is that a wise choice, Kid?," the blonde man asked slowly crossing his arms and looking at the smiling Captain. "That place is more corrupt than some waters of the sea, and crime runs tamper."

"Sounds like my kind of place."

"What I'm trying to say is maybe we shouldn't ask for more trouble after destroying the makings of a marine base," he explained calmly, "That place is full of criminals and I heard you're not even allowed to live there unless you got money or you're in service to some rich prick. Your bounty might draw some crazy out of the woodworks desperate for cash."

A broad arm was slung over his shoulders and the blonde knew that it was pointless to argue right that second. "Then we got nothin' to worry about. We got the funds, and if we need more we'll just gladly take some of the graciously donated 'funds' from those rich fucks. If anyone tries to get in our way ... We'll our night might be a little more fun is all. Plus I have three good things that's gonna convince you otherwise."

"*sigh* And those would be?"

"Booze, food, and women." He held up three fingers as he lifted off the subjects of convincing.

Despite the mask he could see the convinced look that Killer had before he sighed once more. "Fine but let me just say now that I told you so if something goes wrong."

"Keyword, Kil. IF it goes wrong. Which it-"

"Don't finish that sentence and jinx yourself."

Despite the warning of the longtime trusted friend, the Captain did nothing but pat the faithful companion on the back before turning his attention back towards the chest that still laid bare and untouched, as everyone knew the rules in place by authority and heirchy of the ship. The sweet jingling of coins against jewelry and gemstone as his hands dipped down into the board and threatened to spill onto the deck as they slipped between his fingers from hands pulled back. After all the Captain ALWAYS gets best pick of the spoils. 

"To the victor goes the spoils."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 19.5 During the Voyage to Fishman Island (Not before Y/N gets the chance to say ‘Goodbye’ to her Grandpa Ray) with helping Brother Sanji with his Nosebleeds, a battle against a Giant Octopus, the creepy Caribou (Who snuck on board), getting separated from Luffy, Zoro and Sanji until they come back with Surume, escaping from the Flying Dutchman, and saving a big Shark they finally made it to Fishman Island

However they came across some trouble with some Fishmen demanding that they submit themselves to them (With orders that Luffy and Y/N come with them) only to escape with Franky using the final Coup de Burst! (Which everyone gets separated and everything turns black)

Next Request is about Fishman Island

-You squealed in delight as Rayleigh spun you around, holding you up, as he came to see you all off, wanting to make sure you were all able to leave safely.

-You were so happy, being able to see your Grandpa Ray after two years, hugging him close when he hopped onto the ship and you ran to him, “Grandpa!”

-Rayleigh loved being a grandpa to you, just being called grandpa made him so unbelievably happy, and seeing you happy made Luffy, Ace, and the others all happy.

-Rayleigh ruffled your hair gently, minding your horn, “Keep an eye on everyone Y/N, and I’ll come visit you later on, okay?” you beamed up at him, looking elated to have a job and you grinned, “I’ll do my best grandpa!” He just chuckled and he saw you all off, watching the ship descend beneath the ocean.

-You were in awe, looking around you, seeing the mangroves and all the life beneath the ocean, all the fish and plants, the sun shining down, making it look like it was sparkling all around you.

-Ace, Sanji, and Usopp had all quickly died at your cuteness while Robin and Nami were taking photos, wanting to record this beautiful moment, seeing you so happy.

-Sanji was bawling, ugly crying about ten minutes later, when everyone was discussing Fishman Island, as he was excited about mermaids, giving himself a massive nosebleed, something Chopper was scolding him for, but you were holding a tissue box, your large eyes looking up at him, concerned for him, “Are you okay, big brother?” You were so sweet and caring! How did they get someone as perfect as you?!

-You heard a loud sound as Nami shouted out, “Heads up!” and all attention went to a massive octopus, a kraken, who was surrounded by hundreds of broken ships and his eyes were now set on Sunny.

-You were hugging Chopper, the both of you screaming out in fear, but Luffy easily took care of it, chasing it away before they discussed diving to the ships below, as there could be good treasure.

-Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro suited up to go while you were pouting lightly, because you wanted to go to, being hugged by Usopp who was smiling, “Once we’re in a safer area, we’ll see about taking you diving as well.” You were quick to blind Usopp with your bright sparkling eyes, looking elated.

-Ace helped cheer you up, bringing you along to be on watch duty, waiting for the others to arrive back, “You can help me watch out for Luffy and the others.” You loved it when you got jobs, agreeing.

-When another ship sailed by, also in a bubble coat, you saw a creepy looking man who was trying to size up the crew before he saw Ace- then he saw you.

-Caribou, after he introduced himself, demanding that your crew hand you over, if they didn’t want to get hurt, and Ace was quick to send you back to Nami as his flames surrounded him, fully ready for a fight.

-A giant tentacle then shot up, easily destroying Caribou’s ship, much to everyone’s shock before you turned, seeing Luffy riding on the giant octopus from before, making your eyes wide.

-The octopus looked so friendly now as Luffy introduced him as Surume, his newest friend, as Surume called out happily, stretching a tentacle to you while Robin was holding you, letting you touch the octopus as you beamed, “It’s nice to meet you Surume- will you be my friend too?” Sumure quickly sank, overwhelmed with cuteness which caused laughter to fill the ship before he helped the ship move on.

-You were playing with Luffy and Ace, blowing bubbles, something Franky gave you, before you heard Franky call out, “Y/N!” you turned and your eyes went wide, finding a new person, but he looked like he was made of mud, but he was charging towards you, “You’re mine!!”

-Your arms curled up in fear, freezing, before he was quickly dealt with, being knocked out by Luffy with ease and you ran to Zoro, crawling into his arms after he kneeled, shielding you as they quickly locked Caribou into a barrel, sealing it so he couldn’t get out.

-You didn’t like him, he was scary and icky looking, and he gave you bad feelings, like Ov- Him. Only Zoro noticed your shudder of fear, but remained silent, as he knew you were safe.

-Robin noticed that you were a bit quieter after Caribou tried to attack you, and she took you inside, to let you rest a bit, holding you close, stroking your hair. She knew there was something there, an unknown fear- one that she wanted to keep you safe from.

-When the two of you came back out, your eyes were huge, seeing a giant shark, turning to Robin with large sparkly eyes, “I’ve never seen one so big before mama!” she just chuckled warmly, thinking you were adorable, “He is quite large- oh look Y/N.”

-She pointed and your eyes went wide, seeing Fishman Island in the distance, you were excited, as Nami said that you all might get to see Camie again and you beamed, “I miss Camie! And Hachi and Pappag too! I hope we can see them!”

-Smiles went around at your wish as you docked, seeing lots of Fishmen waiting at the dock, you looked excited, until you saw that they looked mad before you heard one of them shout, “Hand over Monkey D. Luffy and Y/N and the rest of you will walk away unharmed!!”

-Luffy quickly pulled you into his arms, making you calm down, as you knew you were safe with him as arguments broke out, your family saying they weren’t handing you over and you felt like a fight was going to break out.

-Franky then shouted, “Hang on everyone!” Luffy ducked down, keeping a hand on his hat as Franky used Coup De Burst, to get away from the Fishmen who were trying to board to take you away.

-There was a huge noise from the ship taking off and Luffy landed hard, and the force caused you to get ripped out of his arms and you hit the ground hard, being instantly knocked out.

[lilliankoo]

“TITANIC” (I) SHIP OF DREAMS ♰ jjk.

♰ series masterlist / more info.

pairing: artist!jungkook x rich y/n!

synopsis: the port is bustling with thousands of passengers and the ocean liner- titanic stands in its all glory in front of you, but among all this pretty chaos, a man with paintings in his hands catches your eyes. this titanic voyage is bound to open new doors for you- which one will you choose?

genre: strangers to lovers, star-crossed lovers, smut.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: [things are just getting started] classism, descriptions of ocean/freezing temperatures, rich/poor themes, controlling mother, talks about (forced) marriage. future smut.

author’s note: things are just getting started, this chapter is more of a “pilot” and setting the stage for the plot! i apologize if its boring lol + i am not a professional writer :D don’t expect some Shakespeare level flow or plot building lmfao ok enough! lets go.

April 14, 1912

1:11 am

“I still think we have met before” you tell him as your teeth chatter and goosebumps ignite your skin due to the chilling ocean water. The subtle ocean waves roar and wrap around your waist once in a while as if they are inviting you; inviting you to go with them and let go of the hands of your lover. The lover who is holding your hands so desperately; laced are his fingers in yours as if this is how it's always been- you and him; hand in hand. Always & forever.

The tears cascade down from his cheeks into the ocean water, you watch as the teardrops trudge from his lash line into the saline water- one by one. He hiccups and looks around hoping to catch someone’s eye and get you both out of this.

“I need you to at least try to get on this door, there is enough space” he says hastily, tries you to get on the piece of door he is on right now, moving rapidly as if every minute is precious- which is, considering how the water temperature decreases minute by minute and it is getting harder for you to even blink. The little ice flakes sit on your eyelashes like pearls in the ocean; so beautiful- almost making you look like an angel on earth.

you smile dreamily as you close your eyes and rest your head on both of your connected hands; not even trying to save yourself because you know it is an attempt that has no success, “i think i saw you in france, you were selling one of your paintings” you say trying to ignore the fact that your lower body is freezing and you cannot feel anything. It is a numb feeling- not only in your legs but in your heart too. In your heart too, because no matter what you do you cannot change the past and fix this.

he drops his lips to your forehead and kisses it. tries to feel your skin for the last time but he can’t. Because his lips are freezing and so is your body. The kiss doesn't feel like the kisses he used to give you in his warm bed. The way he used to murmur promises in between the light kisses on your lips- however, this kiss feels like nothing but a false promise. “Everything will be fine” “we will always be together” when you know that the more you both speak the more breaths you are wasting.

A moment passes as he lifts his head from yours and looks at you. Looks at the way the cold gives a natural pink blush to your cheeks and how prepossessing you look right now. Suddenly, he remembers the words of his grandmother; something she used to tell him when he was a young kid. “Man glows differently when he is about to leave this earth and go to the almighty” he never understood what she meant. He drops his eyes from your eyes to your lips- which are pinkish like the roses he used to put in your hair all the time. In that moment, Jungkook swears he had never seen someone more beautiful like you. his smile fades when he realizes the words of his grandma; the words something along the lines of “glow and leaving”. his heart drops in the pit of his stomach deeper than the ocean you are in right now. Jungkook shakes your connected hands hysterically as he nudges you to open your eyes.

“y/n! y/n! open your eyes my love! ” his voice cracks as he hopes for you to respond back. waits for you to open your eyes, laugh and say something like “i was just trying to scare you i'm right here!” or something. but nothing. Not a single sound to his ears besides the sound of furniture and bodies floating around and the sound of the silent ocean.

A moment passes again, the temperature in the atmosphere decreases and Jungkook’s body starts freezing; ashes of ice decorate his eyelashes and cheekbones, his lips turn purple pink and for some reason he can’t feel his hands. can’t feel the softness of your hands. His eyes keep closing on their own but he tries to keep them open- because he doesn't want you out of his sight. scared that you might leave him if he blinked his eyes even once. murmurs “come back” for the last time as he watches your hands leaving his cold ones, watches you go with the waves as if you accepted their invitation. watches your beautiful face one last time as his eyes close entirely.

April 10th, 1912

7:30am

The port is bustling with thousands and thousands of people when you and your mother finally reach there. Some are carrying suitcases on their heads, some their children in their arms and some are waving at the passengers already aboard the gigantic ocean liner. Words like “write me when you get there” “bon voyage” “will you come back” reach your ears as you and your mother surf through the ocean of people to reach the boarding line.

“Darling, stick with me, we don't want these peasants touching your supple skin” your mother says, pulling you to her side and looking at the people around like they are not humans. like they don't have blood and limbs just like her. you scoff internally at your mother’s remarks, you smile at whoever makes eye contact with you. you notice the way some even blush and shy away as someone like you dressed in finest silk gowns, diamonds and pearls even looked their way.

Last night you remember how the news of boarding the ocean liner was dropped on you. “darling we are going to new york” your mother told you as she handed you the pamphlet- “ship of dream, the titanic” in bold lettering caught your eye and some sentences like “largest vessel in the world” “queen of the ocean” “once in a lifetime opportunity” and so on. you sighed because you know what this is all about. the liner is going to be filled with fellow millionaires and richest of the riches, this is nothing but your mother’s plot to find a groom for you.

Now, looking at the Titanic in front of you, you indeed can agree that it is truly the queen of the ocean. The vessel stands at a height in its all glory, the flags afloat in the air proudly as if they are proud to be displayed at a liner like titanic. your mother nudges your arm and motions you to close your amused mouth. you don’t miss the way she glares at you and almost says “behave” through her eyes. you nod and look around and smile whoever smiles your way. The weather is serene; the sun shines surrounded by clouds and the temperature is chilling due to the water you are being surrounded with. you and your mother both stand near the first class boarding gate as your mother informed you how the son of the titanic shipwrights “the son of the man who built this giant”- her words- will escort us and by the way, she smiles and rolls back her shoulder, You know it is something more. that the supposed man is the man she wants you to marry.

While waiting for the supposed man to arrive, you look around the port and at the families. you notice how some are giddy, some are crying and some are hugging their loved ones. your attention is derived from the crowd when you hear a man talk to your mother. “Welcome mrs.dewitt bukater” a man dressed in a black breasted jacket addresses your mother as he hugs her and kisses her cheek. your mother smiles and motions for you to come forward. before you can speak the man takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“mademoiselle” he says and bows his head, not letting go of your hand. you smile and tell him to just call you y/n. he smiles and introduces himself too. “It's a pleasure to meet you Mr.kim, we thank you for all your pleasantries and the efforts you put in for our utmost comfort” you say just the way your mother made you practice last night. your mother smiles proudly looking at you and the Mr.kim in front of you.

“Just mingyu is fine, y/n and it is my utmost pleasure, it is the least I can do” he says while smiling and letting go of your hand. “The liner is going to sail in 30 mins, mrs. bukater if you don’t mind, would you like to meet my mother while I show y/n around? there are some things i would like to share with her” he says as he holds both of your mother's hands. your mother wholeheartedly agrees and enters the liner- however not before hugging you and saying something in your ear. “We are rich but mingyu is the type of rich that can buy you an island in minutes. behave and keep in mind what i told you ''. and you exactly know what she means. you smile forcefully and nod your head. you look at your mother entering the liner and as she talks to a woman you guess is mingyu’s mother.

Mingyu touches your lower back and extends his hand in the direction of the bow of the titanic- motioning you to walk along with him. “y/n, Titanic is the largest and most luxurious passenger ship right now '' he tells you as he walks you through everything the liner is made of. as if you care. He points at the liner’s windows and railings telling you about the metal it is made of. He tells you about the luxuries the liner offers, the gym, the personal orchestra and so on. you look at him and the way he sounds so passionate about it- almost proud too since his daddy dearest built it. you control yourself from yawning as this is a topic that doesn’t ignite any desire and simply bores you. The topics you usually enjoy are about art and paintings however you guess mingyu is not that type of a person. “y/n, the titanic has 16 watertight compartments designed to keep it afloat if damaged which means it is unsinkable, even the god cannot make it sink” he tells you smiling proudly as he looks down at you. due to the height difference, you crane your neck at him then the liner in front of you.

“That is impressive but you shouldn’t challenge the almighty that way” you say, unlinking your arm with his. you wrap your arms around your torso as goosebumps rise on your skin due to the chilling oceanic temperature, you look around and at the people in the third class boarding ; you see people trying to get on the ship as it's boarding soon. However, someone special stands out to you the most.

a young man wearing suspenders and with black hair catches your eye. Only the back of his head is visible to you as his back is facing you and he doesnt turn around much, a suitcase by his feet and some frames wrapped in newspapers that look like paintings in his hand. the officer asks him something and he replies. the officer motions for him to step aside. you watch the conversation from afar and come to the conclusion that the man is being denied boarding. “mingyu what's going on over there” you ask him, still looking at the man who now wipes his eyes- which you think is because of tears. Mingyu laughs and tells you how the business of third class is not ours.

you turn around and look at mingyu. study the way his eyes scan your face and linger at your lips. hooked. you smile and trace his jawline with your finger. “Well, Mr.kim, you're the man in power” you say and his breath hitches. his breath hitches because he knows where this is going. knows you are testing him and the power he holds. However, in reality the only person you care about right now is the one with paintings in his hands. the one that has tears in his eyes. Mingyu nods and tells you how he will take care of it. you watch him go over to the small crowd and talk to the officer. you are still at a distance and cannot hear what they are saying. you watch them from afar, the man still has his back to you, mingyu looks through some papers and just as soon as that man is about to face your direction someone calls your name.

“mademoiselle dewitt!” You turn around at your name and come face to face with a man that you guess is in his 50s with some streaks of grey hair in his black hair, dressed in a breasted jacket just like mingyu- wait, he looks alot like mingyu too- the man bows his head and you accept the hand he offers. “good morning mademoiselle dewitt, i am kim joong-ki, the shipwrights of titanic” the man says. the man who designed this liner stood in front of you, bowing his head. you were confused as to why a powerful man like him was there for you. you greet him back and compliment him for his work on this titanic.

The conversation goes on for a few minutes before joong-ki informs you how well he knows your father and wishes he was aboard too. However, due to your father’s diamond business, he had to stay back. “We should get going, the Titanic is going to sail soon, please come along this way, i will bring mingyu in a minute” joong-ki informs you while nudging you in the direction of the door.

“y-yes but i am actually wai-” your words are cut off as he practically runs off in the direction of his son. the officer in front of you motions to enter. Just as you are about to enter you look over at that man’s direction in thid class area and see him entering the titanic, you could only catch the glimpse of his side profile as the moment was short but you were sure that he was handsome. The giddy feelings sits in your heart as you think about how you entered the queen of the ocean at the same time as the man who caught your eyes.

The vague descriptions written in pamphlets about the interior of the Titanic didn’t do any justice at all to the beautiful reality as you look at the grand staircase in front of you. The staircase in front of you right now is supposedly one of the most impressive features of the entire ship. The ship tour started a while ago. Just as you entered the titanic, your mother introduced you to the women she befriended and all of them decided to do a tour accompanied by Mingyu and his father. from what you have heard from joong-ki so far- that this lavish staircase spanns six decks from boat deck to E deck and continues through the F deck. whatever that means.

“As you can see ladies, the staircase is crowned by an extravagant wrought iron and glass dome along with a large chandelier at the centre. The dome provides natural light to the stairwell before being artificially lit at night from behind. If you step down a little, you can see at the central landing of the A-Deck staircase is an exquisitely carved clock with allegorical figures on either side, known as Honor and Glory Crowning Time and At the foot of the staircase, on the newel post of the middle balustrade, is a bronze cherub holding an electric torch” kim joong-ki gives a descriptive tour of the staircase, pointing out every single detail. you watch as everyone awes in amusement while you wait for the clock to strike another hour and hope for this unannounced tour to end quickly.

It's been approximately two hours since the Titanic set sail and since then you only have been doing the tour and it looks like it’s still not over. “mother, i'm going to step outside on the deck and breathe in some air” you whisper to your mother who flares her hand around signaling you to leave her alone as you are ruining the important information dear mr.kim is giving. you smile to yourself and shrug before mingyu or anyone else can notice, you step out and head to the upper deck.

you take a deep breath as you reach the deck and see the beautiful ocean around you. you have always been intrigued by the ocean’s beauty- always wondered what’s deep inside the water and so on. you laugh as the air flows through your hair dramatically ruining your perfect curls. you laugh because this is the most free you have ever felt in a long time. you don’t need to fix your hair or act womanly right now. there is no one around but the ocean. you fix your skirts and smooth down the material of your gown before standing in front of the railing. The railing is cold to your hands and it sends a weird chill to the back of your neck. you smile and look at the lower deck which is for the third class passengers. Since everyone has just gotten on the Titanic & is still exploring and settling in, there are not lots of passengers at the deck right now- besides a man near the left railing with his back to you; who looks like is sketching and a group of men smoking near the right end side.

The man sketching sticks your attention as he holds a notebook in his hand and a pencil in his other. momentarily, he lifts his head from the notebook to the front and that's when you notice he is drawing the oceanic view in front of him. you smile and lean a little more to see his work when suddenly your bracelet unlatches from your wrist and falls on the lower deck. The very same bracelet that matches with your “heart of the ocean” pendant adorning your neck. For a moment you freeze and assess whatever took place just now. you look around helplessly and down at the man and the group but none of them noticed the dropping. you instantly run in the direction of the entrance and internally pray to the almighty that no one gets their hands on it before you. you run through the stairs to the third class entry gates. you run fast as you can and follow the directions displayed in the corners to the lower deck. Just as you are about to open the lower deck’s door, someone catches your arm.

“Madam, this is not a suitable area for you” a man that you guess is a butler warns you. He lets go of your arm and blocks the gate by standing in front of it. “Sir, i will make it quick, i need to go” you plead to the butler with tears in your eyes as you cannot stand the chance of losing your bracelet that was gifted to you by your grandmother.

“I am sorry madam, the third class area is filled with poor filthy passengers, some pathetic men might take advantage of you” he replies as he shows no sign of stepping aside.

“I order you to step aside before i talk to Mr. kim” you warn him.

“But madam”- the butler sighs when you don’t budge and he steps aside while telling you to “make it quick”.

you run once again and reach the area you kind of guess it dropped. you look up to the upper deck and calculate the location of the railing you were previously standing at. you look down at the floor but you meet with nothing but with a piece of paper in place of your supposed bracelet. you look around confusingly and pick up the paper. you unfold it and come across a scribbled note.

“Meet me where the nest resides and the stars shine brighter than they are, meet me in the pale moonlight and maybe I will tell you where we are - J ”

next chapter- brooklyn baby.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

AEMOND POV

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st, somnophillia, cum eating, oral (F receiving), stalking, creepy behaviour, thoughts of violence and manipulation. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Thoughts of manipulation and hurt, violence and assault. Obsessive themes and possessiveness.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: AEMOND!POV, Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Word count: 6k

Note: We made it... We finally have the Dark!Aemond POV from the night of the celebrations, chapters 18 and 19. I hope you enjoy it! <3 Thank you as always for the love

AEMOND POV: Chapters 18 and 19

It was no mystery as to where you would have gone, nor where you would likely be found, desperately trying to seek comfort, or calm your rising rage.

You had always done so as a child.

He remembered the temper you had always had. The anger that came as quick as the lash of a whip. As a child you had battled to keep it at bay, to contain your out bursts, but as you got older, he had watched you learn to contain it, and channel it in a way that would be useful to you. 

A cunning rage was a dangerous one.

There were very few places he could always find you.

The Godswood.

The Library.

The Gardens. 

Aemond let himself walk silently, as he always did, as he had learnt to do from a young age to escape his brother and nephews, until he found himself standing not too far behind you, watching you gaze out at the ocean, the sun slowly setting. 

You were not aware of his presence and so he took advantage of that. He looked at the slope of your back as you leant forward lazily. He noticed the curve of your hips, and thought how perfect it would be to slide up behind you, lock you between his arms and kiss softly against your neck.

How he would thrust into you from behind. 

How you would push back against him, sticking out the round flesh of your ass as he smacked his hips up against it.

He thought of how beautiful you would look, moaning in front of him, hair wild, and lips parted as your cunt pulsed around him. 

How the reflection of the skies colour would bounce off of the ocean and into your eyes, making the purple dance, as you would weep onto his cock from your cunt. 

He knew he would make you happy.

He knew he could.

He could bring you pleasure like nothing that you had ever felt before. He would make men and women bow to you if you asked him to, he would relieve mens heads from their shoulders if you even so suggested it. 

He would do anything for you. 

Anything, but let you go.

“The feast will be served soon.” 

Aemond watched in delight as you jumped, then relaxed into an annoyed bored state.

"Must you always lurk about in the shadows?" You had grunted.

You don’t even know how much I do.

How much I had to.

How much your brothers and mine made me.

How when we were once young, I had hidden in the shadows often, just to be in your presence.

"Their voyage had been long and terrible, it must be remembered. More than a hundred ships, since its flight, had foundered and sank.” He had spoken, cutting through the silence, thoughts racing away from him.

You looked at him. 

He noticed that you appeared shocked that he had remembered, and almost sad that he had. Like it was a memory that made you ache, that made you think of him as the boy he once was, and not the man he was made to be. 

But this man could be good for you.

"Others had drifted away, never to be seen again.” 

“Ten Thousand Ships.” 

“Do you remember when we were children?” He hummed, watching as you visibly stiffened, and then relaxed, your eyes looking more sullen than before.

“Yes.” You had replied. 

That was all, just a simple yes and nothing more.

No ‘Yes, I remember how terrible it was for you.’

No ‘Yes, I remember the bond we once shared.’

No ‘Yes, I remember abandoning you.’

No outright admission of guilt really, but an admission to all of the above.

“I remember it all.” He spoke, as you reluctantly walked beside him in the garden, no poison dripping from your tongue, your shoulders soft with guilt, or shame, or sorrow, or the sadness that comes with reminiscing in the years past. 

“Your brothers and Aegon would torment me. But not you, and not Helaena.” He reminisced. 

Not even when he was presented with a pig. Not even when he had cried, nor when he would sniffle, and go quiet at their bullying. Not once when he had shied away from the touch of the other boys and instead leant into you, did you ever mock him nor chastise him for it.

Even when he was cruel to you in anger, even when he would snap at you. Even when his mother had told him that you were a threat to his life because of your mother, and so subsequently he turned his vitriol towards you alongside his older brother.

Not even then would you torment him. 

Instead you would let him snip, and snap, and snarl at you. Call you bastard, push you, pinch you and mock you with his brother, and occasionally your own, and he would watch as you would let it roll off of your back like a duck with water.

You would stare at him with this face, a ‘Are you done now?’. A face where you knew that he did not mean it, and was waiting for him to settle and come back to you.

But you no longer held that space for him. Instead, all that graciousness, and patience, and kindness had disappeared, never to be seen again. 

“I would listen to you read at the Godswood.” He said.

And your oh so readable face let him know. 

You knew. 

“You could have been cruel.” 

“I suppose I could have been.” You stared back, before turning and continuing to walk back. 

It sounded as if you had wished you had been. Perhaps he would have deserved it. But that was not you, nor had it ever been you. You had always been so soft, so kind to him, and always so generous to the people around you.

So willing to sacrifice yourself for everyone . So willing to throw yourself into the fire, not caring for yourself or what it would do to you. You were oh so self destructive and it irked him. It made him want to teach you to be better. To do better. 

Aemond wished he could change it.

And he made a promise to himself that he would.

You had walked together through the garden, and the subtle scents of the oils on your skin would occasionally waft with the breeze towards him, catching his attention through the smells of the flowers and trees surrounding the two of you. 

He noted that he stood more than a foot taller than you, your head well below his shoulders. He towered over you, where as children you had been the same height. When you had left to Dragonstone, he had shot up, and grew taller than the brother who had always stood over him meanly. 

You were so small.

So fragile beside him.

He could pick you up, and throw you down and fuck you if he wanted and there would be nothing that you could do about it. With his height, came his strength, and he knew that he would easily over power you. He could wrap one hand around your throat and engulf it entirely. He could squeeze your thighs tightly against him. 

Everything about you was so small, that he knew if he took your your maidenhead, he would need to prepare you for his length and girth. He would have to gently stretch you open with his fingers, readying you for his length before he would plunge inside of you.

That was if, he had the patience. He could just thrust into, unprepared, and enjoy the sight of your maidenhead streaking his shaft as he would rut into you painfully. 

If he pressed down on your lower stomach, would he be able to feel his length dragging in and out of you? Would he be able to see your stomach bulge with each thrust? Would you cry, and wail, and try to run away from it?

Or would you take it like a good girl?

Would you thank him for his seed?

His thoughts ran away from his as you walked side by side, so close to touch, yet so far away. For once, as you walked, you did not bicker, nor fight, nor growl, or snarl at each other. 

It was oddly reminiscent of your childhood.

A low grunt came from ahead in the garden, and ever the curious and inquisitive thing you had always been, you kept forth in search of the noise, but that noise was unfortunately familiar to the young Prince, and as soon as the sound was heard, he knew what would be found. 

A few paces away he saw his older brother fucking the throat of a servant girl brutally. Tears fell from her eyes, and Aemond wondered if the girl was on her knees by force or by choice. 

Disgust and anger rolled through him as he watched his brother not even bother to tuck his cock back into his breaches at his discovery by him and their niece. Instead the oaf smiled lazily in a mocking manner towards the Princess. Your presence disappeared from beside him and he felt rage begin to boil inside of him.

“You disgrace us all.” He growled, storming forward towards his brother, who fumbled to place his still hard cock back into his pants.

A huffed laugh slipped from Aegon’s lips as he responded, “I'm sure you and our niece were having a lovely time like me.”

“Clean yourself up.” Aemond snarled.

How many times would he have to be his older brothers glorified keeper?

How many times would he be forced to witness his disgusting depravity? His carelessness? His blatant disrespect for his place in court, his importance in the family, his importance as a Prince?

“Maybe if you had your cock sucked, or fucked our sweet niece then maybe you wouldn’t be such a cunt.” Aegon snipped playfully, goading Aemond in a way that was oh too familiar.

Aemond lunged for Aegon, “You fucking cunt.” He sneered, hands reaching to grasp at the eldest Prince’s shirt in an attempt to wrangle him to the floor.

He thought of how he would pummel his face until black and blue. Beat upon the older mans face until it broke open and blood spilled, and his chest would still below him.

He loved his brother, he did.

But there was something about Aegon that made Aemond see red. 

That was the thing about family.

You could hate them with such a passion, hate their entire being, and yet still hold a fierce love for them simply out of blood and duty. A love that came with years grown side by side, and having no one else but them.

Aegon wriggled out of his grip, laughing and smiling at his younger brother who towered over him as he began to run towards the direction in which you had went.

Aemond felt his stomach drop as he watched the short, wavy hair of his brother race away from him, weaving along the path drunkenly. 

He was running to you.

Aemond chased after, feeling the anger guide him through the garden towards you.

Then there you were, not too far ahead, unaware of the danger that loomed behind you as Aegon bounded forward, feet pounding on the path. Aemond held his breath as Aegon got closer, and his hand twitched at his side where his blade would usually be. 

But then Aegon kept forward, bumping into you, laughing as he looked back, watching Aemond visibly bristle at the contact before he kept forward, racing away back to the table, hands fumbling with his pants and shirt. 

Aegon was a fool.

A drunken, stupid fool who would damn them all once placed on the Iron Throne. A fact they all knew was coming soon.

Everyone except Rhaenyra and her kin of course.

And then the anger came and the thoughts continued.

This was who was going to sit on the throne.

His drunken, whoring, stupid older brother who didn’t even want the throne. 

Aemond would be cursed to serve as his keeper, and tasked with dealing with his brother, but he would because it was his blood. It was his brother, and he would not betray him.

He would perform his duty to the realm, and to his mother.

And you were none the wiser.

What an easy life you must have had when you ran away to Dragonstone.

What an easy life you must have had to have left him alone in the keep with his tormentor and absent father, cursed to bear the blows of the sins of his family. What an easy choice you must have had, to leave him alone and afraid, eye taken and face torn, as you stood beside your bastard brothers. 

You were not guiltless in his suffering. 

He stormed forward and grabbed the back of your neck, feeling your soft hair, and hearing your surprised gasp as he spun you around. Your uncle watched you, eyes wide, lips parted and chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked at how your hands came up to rest on his chest, such small hands pressing futily against him.

He could feel the heat of your body surround him, and the scent of you was suffocating. He wanted to drown in it, he wanted to be wrapped in it. 

He needed it. 

He needed you.

And it looked like you needed him too.

Your eyes dilated as you looked at him, violet eyes searching his face before they landed on his lips. He felt your gaze become heated, and the way your hands pressed against him had stopped pushing, and instead stilled to rest on him. 

How your lips had parted, and chest rose and fell shallowly.

His hand clenched as he looked at you, thinking of taking you in the garden, just as Aegon had been doing. 

And he could.

He was not wed, nor betrothed. He could take you if he wished. In the very garden where you had spent so many hours together, or moments where you did not know he was watching. 

And so his hand tightened on your neck and brought you closer, losing all resolve, becoming more sure he would take you, right on the dirty ground, surrounded by flowers which held no flame to your beauty, nor competed with your heavenly scent.

Then the heavens opened, and he felt his heart soar as he heard a breathy, little whimper escape your lips. The tiniest of moans as he pulled you nearer.

Oh, she wants this.

You had run because you had wanted him to chase you. You had wanted him to show you that he was ready. That he would be devoted. That he would follow you across the realm if need be.

You wanted him.

You wanted him the same way he wanted you. He knew that now. You wanted him to chase you. You wanted him to take you as he wanted, he knew that now. 

He leant forward, his lips gently brushing yours, feeling how soft and plush they were, and smelling the sweet scent of spiced wine in your mouth. Aemond had to hold back a moan.

And as you chased his lips he pulled back. 

He wanted you to chase him now.

And you did.

Fuck.

You did, just as he had imagined a thousands times before, hand on his cock, tugging painfully. And here you were so willing, so excited, so pliant and desperate for his touch, and he was suddenly reminded of Aegon and he felt himself sour.

How Aegon would mock and tease him for this, how he would tell his mother to escape her chastising for his own debauchery. And how the image of Alicent, looking up at him angrily made him shrink back away from you.

She would undoubtedly be so ashamed of him.

The perfect second son.

Aemond had tried so young, for so long, to meet the unachievable. How her piercing eyes would look at him in disgust, and how angry she would be. She would no doubt make him pray in the Sept for forgiveness to the Seven.

Not that she hadn’t tried with Aegon, but even he had managed to soil the sanctity of the holy space, fucking an unsuspecting Holy Sister in waiting. She was never to be seen in the Sept again, nor in the walls of the Keep.

He had left you in the garden, wanting and waiting or him, and he forced himself to keep walking, not daring to look back at you, or turn on his heel, lest he rush up to you to press his lips to yours like his body so desperately craved to.

Aemond had sat back down in his seat, having readjusted himself as he had walked, and watched as you appeared a short while later, slinking over to your father where you drank and whispered to each other, Daemon’s eyes sliding over to his nephew on more than one occasion.

They were talking about him.

Aemond watched as you drained your cups, and your face blushed with the wine and the talk from your father, who doted on you than any of his other children, sired by him or not. It was clear to all who watched that he loved you greatly, fiercely, and was a great contender for your heart against Aemond.

And then Aegon hurled wine from the depths of his stomach and onto his shirt, and his one eyed brother got a sick sense of satisfaction at watching the table guffaw and laugh at him. 

But when his lone eye looked at his mother, he felt anger and rage. She looked so sad, so disappointed, so disgusted in the eldest son and Aemond found himself becoming protective again.

How dare they laugh at my brother?

At their, unknown to them yet, future King.

The night continued and you drained your cups with the same vigour as a man returned from war would. He supposed you had all returned from a form of war, banished to Dragonstone after the events of that faithful night. Hidden away on a sulphuric smelling island, crawling with dragons, claimed and unclaimed. 

Towards the end of the evening, where the men and women still laughed and danced, and their words and movements had become sloppier, Aemond watched as you too succumbed to the spiced Dornish wine, excusing yourself to your chambers to rest.

Did you want him to chase you now? 

He had stirred in his seat, moving to stand. To follow you. Chase you like you desired him to. To hold you, and kiss you, and love you.

Or fuck you.

Whatever he felt was right. Whatever you succumbed to easier, but his movement had caught the eye of his mother who gave him a stern warning glance.

Stay.

And as the dutiful son he was, he stayed. Settling back down into his seat, reaching to fill his own cup with wine again. To pretend that it was your lips he tasted on his tongue. That it was the wine that had settled in your mouth from the evening, that he tasted.

Aemond barely spoke that evening, except to his grandfather and mother, and occasionally Helaena, who left not too long after you had retired to bed. 

She would need the rest if Aegon was to be in their chambers waiting.

A dutiful lamb, leading herself to slaughter.

As was required.

Daemon’s eyes never left Aemond’s form. His gaze was heated, and not at all a welcoming one. The older man knew something, or sensed it. Aemond's uncle knew that his nephew had done something to his beloved daughter. That there was some sort of spark between the two, yet he could not figure it out.

We are in love.

We were meant to burn together, to be one together. 

Aemond thought.

Lucerys left for his chambers, smirking smugly at his uncle, and Aemond thought of how easy it would be to feed the younger boy to Vhagar. How with one simple command, he could watch the young boy be engulfed in flames, or crushed between sharpened teeth.

And soon the table filtered out, and Aemond grew weary of performing for the realm, and so he excused himself to his chambers, where his feet carried him hurriedly, as his cock pressed painfully against the leather of his pants. He could not escape the feeling you had given him. Even when Aemond found himself laying on his own bed, cock in hand, bringing himself to release for the third time that evening, it still was not enough.

The One-Eyed Prince found himself in the same predicament that he had been in not too long ago. 

You had ruined him.

Ruined his own pleasure.

Nothing that he could do would ever make him feel the way his fingers in your warm, wet heat did. Nothing could ever bring him to the same high that tasting your slick on his own fingers did.

Your taste.

Gods he was mad for it.

It was you. 

All you.

A tart, muskiness that was so addictive, so alluring, that no other woman in the realm could possibly compare to it. No meal he could eat, nor most expensive wine in the realm could ever compare to the sheer ecstasy of you.

And that was how he found himself in your chambers once again. 

He had snuck in, just as he had done before, and watched you.

At first he had thought your nightgown had slipped down your shoulders, and it wasn’t until you rolled over on the plush mattress, and the soft sheets of the bed were gently pulled down by the shift, that he realised you wore no bedclothes.

You were completely bare.

Waiting for him.

Aemond’s hands did not shake as he reached for your shoulder, touching you gently, waiting for any reaction. When none came, he felt emboldened, and let his fingers pull the blanket down from your shoulders, dragging it away from your body, leaving your naked form exposed to the air of the chambers.

Aemond let himself gaze at you. He looked at the way your face looked when asleep. So soft and gentle, soothed by the dreams you were having.

You looked content. 

Your lips were so soft, no longer pulled into a stiff line like your fathers did, nor was your brow furrowed in frustration or anger. Your hair lay around you soft and tangled in the bed from your sleep.

Then his gaze went lower.

Your curves were soft, skin so smooth, that he let himself skim a finger down your side, watching as goosebumps erupted in its wake, and a small sigh escape your lips.

It only spurred him further.

Your breasts were just as he remembered, silken and perfect, nipples stiffening to the cool air of the room. Aemond leant over the bed, letting his weight rest upon it with one knee, watching as the mattress dipped and you still did not rouse from your dream.

He let his fingertips come up to graze underneath one of your breasts, trailing up to the stiffened peak where he rubbed a delicate finger over the top, watching in anticipation as you rolled onto your back, exposing your entire form to him. 

His eye trailed down your body as he kept his finger swirling over your nipple softly, looking down to your tuft of hair leading to the reason he had entered your chambers in the first place.

“Zaldristos.” He whispered.

You still did not stir.

It didn't matter either way.

You didn't have to be conscious for what he was to do to you.

He didn't care.

And you wouldn't stop him.

The One-Eyed Prince let himself crawl onto the bed atop of you, smooth and silent as he always was, carefully settling his body atop you as he dipped his head to take a pert nipple into his mouth. 

He quietly moaned as his tongue traced over the stiff peak, swirling around it and sucking, as a large hand came to frame the other. He gently squeezed as he framed your breast, closing his eye as he suckled upon your nipple.

Yet you still did not wake, and it made blood rush to his cock, making him painfully aroused.

He licked and suckled, and even nibbled at you, listening as you sighed beneath him dreamily, still asleep.

How perfect you were like this.

Letting him play with you.

Letting him have his way with you.

Soon, if he was to have his way, you would be his always. Every night he would have this, and every waking hour he would be determined to make you his. Whether with his cock pressed deep inside of you, or his seed growing in your womb.

Aemond let a determined hand slide down your body, gently rubbing against the hair atop your mound, before sliding a finger down between the crux of your legs. 

You were wet.

He moaned loudly, letting his finger rub up and down on your bud, feeling himself grow more frantic with need. His head dipped down again taking the other nipple into his mouth, where his teeth bit down roughly. He licked at the nipple caught between his teeth, feeling you begin to squirm beneath him.

He could claim a thousand dragons, and it would have no power like claiming you.

Your uncle let your nipple fall from his mouth, as he gathered the wetness from your slit, back up to your pearl, rubbing it gently as he kissed against your neck, burying his head into the sweet scent of your flesh and hair.

Your stirred, and groaned, wriggling in his hold, and so he pulled back, slowing his movements on your bud as he shushed you back to sleep.

So obedient for him.

He was going to take his time, take it slow, work his way up to it, but he couldn’t wait any longer, and so the Targaryen Prince crawled down the bed, leaving a path of wet kisses and nibbles as he made his way down to the nectar he so desperately craved.

He kissed at your inner thighs softly, savouring the soft pillowy flesh that was now surrounding his head, before leaning forward to press a wet, lingering kiss upon your bud.

You were warm, and velvety, and smelt so addictive that he could scarcely pull himself away, and so instead his tongue peaked out from between his lips and took a long drag up your slit, collecting your wetness as he went, flicking the tip against your pearl.

Your slick spread across his tongue, causing the prince to loudly moan into the room before diving back in, no longer holding back as he began to lick long, determined stripes from your opening to your bud, feeling you begin to wriggle more beneath him.

“More.” Came your sleepy little whimper, mumbled and quiet. He would not have heard it if he hadn’t been listening out for your sounds.

But he was.

How could he not give you just as you had asked for?

Aemond pushed his tongue into your hole, licking the slick from where it had begun to leak from you, his pointed nose burying itself harshly into your sensitive bud. 

He felt you tense on his tongue, and it only made him want more. He licked out your essence and felt his hardened member throb within his breachers.

A hand reached down to hastily untie his pants, pulling his long, thick cock from within, its tip leaking steadily from arousal at tasting your juices. Aemond wrapped a large hand around his shaft and sighed in relief as he began to rub it up and down, squeezing harshly as he reached the tip, feeling his fingers and palm wet with his pre-cum.

And then you groaned again as he kept licking at you, bringing himself pleasure with his own hand, and so with his other, he let a single finger come to rub up and down your slit, pulling his lips and tongue away from you to watch as he rubbed through your folds, swirling gently on your nub before pushing into your core slowly.

You were so tight, and so slick and hot, that Gods be damned, he swore himself to you. He watched in awe as he pulled his finger in and out of you, listening to the lewd, wet sound of it, as he tugged at his cock. 

You were so perfect for him.

He started a steady pace as he lowered himself back down, tongue coming out to lick at your nub, hands working in tandem as he felt you writhe beneath his touch, softer whimpers and moans falling from your sleep addled lips. 

He searched within to find that special rough patch that he had done the time before, until finally he found it, rubbing the tip of his finger against it as he suckled and licked at your pearl. 

And then you had whined, and your tiny hands had grabbed at his hair, pulling him further into your cunt and Aemond felt he was about to come undone, his cock twitching in his hand as he increased his pace, before adding a second finger to meet the first. 

You had whimpered and whined, shifting as he paid no mind to you, slowly stretching you out with his hand, until finally both fingers were snuggly inside of you, and your little fists were tugging his hair so hard that he knew that some hair would have been ripped out.

Good girl.

Aemond’s hand began to pick up the pace, desperate to bring you to release, to have you cum on his tongue so that he may lap at your release, and have it flood into his mouth, and down on his hand. 

His pace got faster as he rubbed inside of you, mouth suckling at your wet heat, and other hand roughly tugging his cock as he brought himself near to his release.

He felt as though he may combust into flames. Every drag of his palm against himself made him sigh breathy moans into your cunt. He was engulfed in pleasure, high on your taste, and desperate for more.

It was suffocating. 

“You taste so sweet, Zaldrītsos.” He cooed at you, as your fingers continued to tug at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you, and him to his release.

And then you were cumming, cunt fluttering around his fingers as he hurriedly dragged them in and out, enjoying the long whimpering moan you had released, and the ways your hands tightened in his hair.

He lapped at you like a mad man, groaning into your cunt as he tasting your release, your slick gliding on his tongue as he sucked at your folds, hand still fisted on his cock.

It was too much, too good.

Too addictive to stop.

And he felt himself begin to rapidly come to the precipice of his own release. 

Aemond jerked up from the bed shuffling forward over you as he pulled at himself, hand leaving your cunt as your breathing evened.

He looked at your sleeping form, your face and hair, the way your legs were spread and how he could see the wet glistening from your cunt and thighs. Your uncle brought his wet fingers up to his mouth, dragging them across his tongue as he licked your essence from his fingers, groaning.

And that was all it took for Aemond reach his peak.

He let out a grunt as he came, hot white spurts of his seed, landing on your sleeping body below, the salty release landing hotly on your exposed cunt. The sight made his eye roll into the back of his head, as he kept his hand steadily working on himself, mouth wrapped around his digits.

And finally he found relief from the evening.

As he looked down at you, and saw his spend pooled atop your wet folds, pale globs of the sticky substance on your thighs and stomach, he could not help but drag a curious finger through the mess.

Aemond let his hand scoop the seed that had missed your slit, dragging them down to your parted folds were he rolled his cum slick fingers around your swollen bud.

You had jerked beneath him, a soft squeak leaving your lips as he rubbed him spend on your folds, delighting in how you looked beneath him, covered in him.

You were so beautiful like this.

Covered in his seed.

As you were made to do.

He committed the image to his memory before dipping his head down once more.

It would not do well to leave you in such a mess, and he had the sudden desire to clean you of it, to see what your combined releases would taste like. 

And so Aemond laid back down on the bed, and began the slow, and gentle task of cleaning you up with his tongue. He licked a wide stripe up your slit, collecting your release and his own in his mouth, and let out a deep groan.

As soon as it hit his tongue he knew he was done for, and felt his cock begin to swell again beneath him. It tasted of his musk, and your familiar tang, and combined, it was the sweetest gift of all.

He needed more.

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[thecryofthegulls]

On Elwing's Bird Forms

In the educated opinion of me, a slightly wine-drunk semi-professional seabird specialist with a Tolkien hyperfixation, procrastinating from a work presentation I should be preparing let's gooooo.

Too many people think of Elwing in the form of a random bird thing, when there are so many interesting species!

First, the source text (emphasis by me):

"... they told that Elros and Elrond were taken captive, but Elwing with the Silmaril upon her breast had cast herself into the sea. Thus Maedhros and Maglor gained not the jewel; but it was not lost. For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Ëarendil her beloved. On a time of night Ëarendil at the helm of his ship saw her come towards him, as a white cloud exceeding swift beneath the moon, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm. And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Vingilot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Ëarendil took her to his bosom; but in the morning with marvelling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face, and she slept."

"On those journeys Elwing did not go, for she might not endure the cold and the pathless voids, and she loved rather the earth and the sweet winds that blow on sea and hill. Therefore there was built for her a white tower northward upon the borders of the Sundering Seas; and thither at times all the sea-birds of the earth repaired. And it is said that Elwing learned the tongues of birds, who herself had once worn their shape; and they taught her the craft of flight, and her wings were of white and silver-grey. And at times, when Ëarendil returning drew near again to Arda, she would fly to meet him, even as she had flown long ago, when she was rescued from the sea. Then the far-sighted among the Elves that dwelt in the Lonely Isle would see her like a white bird, shining, rose-stained in the sunset, as she soared in joy to greet the coming of Vingilot to haven."

The Silmarillion CHAPTER 24 OF THE VOYAGE OF EARENDIL AND THE WAR OF WRATH

Mute Swan (Cygnus olor)

Right out of the gate, a swan is a popular choice for Elwing. Makes sense, they are beautiful, regal birds with a graceful baring on the water. There is a strong association between mute swans and England, they are indeed an old world bird and as part of Tolkien's worldview as oak trees. They are also vicious and brave defenders of their young. A tough bird, symbol of the Teleri Elwing's elven clan. However, not the best for Elwing. They are not sea birds, and while powerful fliers, do not fly particularly high or far. Mute swans are heavy, needing a lengthy run on the water to take off with a clacking of their wings. Not the ideal shape to fly across the ocean undetected to find your mariner husband, or meet said husband in the morning sky when he comes back from being a star.

Dalmatian Pelican (Pelecanus crispus)

No, not a Great White Pelican, but a Dalmatian Pelican. More silvery than its pale African cousin, the Dalmatian Pelican has the advantage of being present in more Mediterranean climes, which might be representative of what Sirion was like (thank you @outofangband). Pretty much the largest freshwater bird, this choice for Elwing suffers the same problem as the mute swan. Not a sea bird, doesn't really do long-distance flights. Though I could imagine this large silvery-grey bird being mistaken for a cloud in the night, and you KNOW that the Silmaril is tucked nice and safe in that big pouch!

Wandering Albatross (Diomedea exulans)

Now that's a sea bird! Another popular choice for Elwing, this graceful soaring beauty is essentially the biggest flying bird in the world by wingspan, with a sweeping 11 feet/3.5 meters. The older they are, the whiter they become, with only bit of dark plumage on the wing tips and tail. The wandering albatross is the textbook example of a great white bird. Albatross adore storms, and can use strong (storm) wings to carry them over vast distances very quickly. They nest on steep hills, because they need the sweet winds to give them lift to take off. All in all, like the others above, large enough to carry a Silmaril without affecting flight capabilities. Though I really can't imagine Ëarendil cradling an albatross to his bosom, long wings flopping down on both sides of him. (Elros and Elrond are definitely albatross chicks muppets, as per @swanmaids' point).

Black-legged Kittiwake (Rissa tridactyla)

A gull! Yes, of course, but which gull? There are 54 gull species, and so many of them are herring gulls. But for Elwing? Ulmo would transform her into a Black-legged Kittiwake. A graceful, almost dove-like gull, Kittiwakes are bright white with wings topped in silver-grey. They fly like they are playing in the wind, and spend most of their lives at sea. Gorgeous sea bird. Ëarendil would hug. Am I biased because I love them? Maybe.

Ross's Gull (Rhodostethia rosea)

You want a more white and daintier gull? I was going to write about the Ivory Gull (Pagophila eburnea) but if we are going with a rare Arctic species, there are many good things about the Ross's Gull. I mean look at it! White and silver-grey with a rosy blush like it is continuously bathed in sunset, a black collar like Elwing is still wearing the memory of the Nauglamír. I also prefer to go with Ross's gull because every time I have seen an ivory gull in the wild it was slightly blood-stained (they feed off polar bear kills) which has very unfortunate implications in Elwing's case really...

But really, if you want a pure-white dove that actually goes sea for your Elwing imagery, go with ivory gull instead!

Roseate Tern (Sterna dougallii)

Terns are gorgeous sea birds with impressive flight capacity, and pack an absolutely ridiculous amount of fight and spite in 100 g. I have a scar on the top of my head from a tern chasing me off a beach where it was nesting. That beak sure pinches. Roseate Tern are particularly pretty, and if you subscribed to raven-haired Elwing, that cap is an excellent match. The adults also gain a pink sunset stain on their underparts, so you get that poetic match again. Terns would absolutely yell at Manwë, and probably have.

Northern Gannet (Morus bassanus)

Now if you think Elwing was pale-haired and blue-eyed, a Northern Gannet would be more for you. Northern Gannets are sea birds of great size, swift and fearless. They quite literally launch themselves into the sea. They are powerful enough fliers to evoke thoughts of storm-wings and clouds under moon. Gannets also follow boats, which works nicely with the imagery of bird-Elwing meeting Vingilot.

White-tailed Tropicbird (Phaethon lepturus)

Look at this beautiful thing, is she not fitting of a daughter of Dior, of Lúthien's line? I hope I see one for real one day. These long-tailed sea birds are excellent, graceful in flight, easy to see at a distance due to their tail. More active in the morning and in the evening, more to catch the morning and evening star. White-tailed Tropicbirds also come in a spectacular 'golden' variety. Absolutely fitting for someone named Star-Spray.

Snow Petrel (Pagodroma nivea)

When I first read the Silmarillion years ago, and I read "... as a white cloud exceeding swift beneath the moon, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm" I immediately imagined a glowing white creature that I eventually witness in real life: the gloriously beautiful snow petrel. And while Elwing might not endure the cold and pathless void like a snow petrel would around Antarctica, I think she would revel in the shining feathers, the swift, fleet wings, and, as a feature of being a petrel, the tube nose that would allow her to smell and find Ëarendil anywhere at sea or in the sky. They soar with such joy. Perfect hold-to-your-bosom sized. Snow petrels are one of my favourite sea birds, and you should know more about them!

Like how they have the most hilarious defence mechanism:

...

Rock Ptarmigan (Lagopus muta)

No absolutely not.

[therealmsdelulu]

Sea Sick

Summary: You finally agree to go on a voyage with the Prince but you suddenly remembers why it took so long to convince you in the first place. Warnings:Vomit Paring: Prince Eric x f!reader

A/n: not thoroughly proofread.

Prince Eric Masterlist

“I’m so glad you agreed to come along with me Y/N,” the Prince expressed his gratitude towards you while helping you onto the ship.

“I’m only doing this because your begging was starting to get pathetic,” you teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes at you before going to do his captain responsibilities.

Mini time skip

You were now out on the open water and the ocean looked beautiful. A few waves came rocking the ship slightly every once in a while, at first it was okay but you soon felt sick to your stomach.

You excused yourself to the bathroom and sat near the toilet just in case you needed to throw up. A few minutes passed and you found yourself over the toilet retching one hand on the toilet the other holding back your hair.

You heard a knock on the door and quickly wiped your mouth with a wipe. “Occupied,” you uttered resting your head on the toilet exhausted.

“Y/N?” you heard the Prince ask, “can you open the door princess?"

You opened the door relieved it was just him. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked looking at you over the toilet like this made his heart ache.

“I forgot that I get sea sick,” you explained, “this is why I didn’t want to come."

“You should’ve told me,” he insisted, “I would’ve stopped asking.” You felt yourself about to throw up again and quickly leaned back over the toilet. Eric held your hair back gently and rubbed your back until you were done.

Mini time skip

You just got out the shower and you were now brushing your teeth and washing your face so that you could feel clean again. Eric insisted that you get some rest so now you found yourself lying down.

The Prince came into the room and sat beside you. “How do you feel princess?” he asked as he began gently stroking your hair.

“Better,” you told him. “Don’t you have things do be doing?” you asked him, wondering what he was doing here when he was supposed to be steering the ship.

“You’re more important,” he insisted and he lie down beside you.

“Well I’d prefer that we don’t have a Titanic repeat,” you joked and he told you that it was taken care of.

“If we were to have a Titanic repeat would you make room for me on the door?” he asked looking down at you.

“Hmm,” you pretended to think about it. “No, I would save Max instead,” you said and the Prince playfully shoved you, “I’m joking, of course I would."

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered as he gently stroked your hair and placed a gentle kiss to your temple.

“I love you too Eric,” you said before you began to fall asleep.

[lou-struck]

Sea Birds

Keigo Takami x reader

Prompt: 🚢 +Vacation

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the Masterlist On my welcome page.

WC: 1.2k

Keigo's wings seem to flap in anticipation as the two of you climb aboard the S.S. Sea Breeze, the luxury cruise ship that will be your home for the next week.

After rescuing the CEO of the cruise line from a villain attack a month ago, the man sent Keigo two tickets to the top-of-the-line cruise liner as a gift of thanks. The two of you were in need of a vacation, so you put in the time off. Feeling more than ready to enjoy all the amenities the ship has to offer.

The highbrow nature of the cruise line means that for this voyage, only the ultra-rich and famous were able to procure tickets. Anyone who is anyone is on board; Retired Pros, actors, models, and even socialites.

Honestly, there are so many well-known faces aboard, you're feeling a bit self-conscious. 

Even though his iconic red wings are tucked neatly behind his back, he still attracts the attention of the beautiful people around him.

They whisper amongst themselves, twirling their glossy hair and flashing their brilliant smiles in his direction in the hope of capturing the attention of the winged hero. But he doesn't seem to notice their attempts.

"Man, I'm beat." He yawns, slinging an arm lazily over your shoulders, "let's ditch these bags in our suite and start relaxin~

He knows you too well; this simple contact is able to soothe the sharp feelings of inadequacy that were gnawing at that sensitive spot in your heart. The one that aches when you think about how Keigo could have just about anyone. But he's with you.

Because he loves you…

And you love him…

You nod, now feeling all too aware of your aching feet. There is nothing that tires one out quite like traveling. Vacations may be relaxing, but getting there can really wipe you out. "Sounds good. I wouldn't mind laying out for a bit, maybe get something cold to drink." 

Keigo smiles, his golden gaze brightening at your response. "There ya go; let's get some drinks with tiny umbrellas, and let's get Cruisin."

"You're getting really excited about this, aren't you, Kei?" you tease 

He sends a little red feather to tickle your side; its soft bristles send you into a fit of giggles that cause a few people to turn their heads In your direction. "Why wouldn't I be? seven days, the open ocean, and…." He grins, leaning in close, "You, of course."

The flattery makes you chuckle as the two of you slip into one of the glamorous glass elevators leading up to the suite decks. 

"What's our room number again?" he asks as the doors part.

"Hmmm, let me check." reaching into your pocket, you pull out the crisp white envelope that contains your golden room keys. "We are in room 101." He takes the envelope from you playfully as the elevator comes to a stop. The doors part slowly, revealing the well-lit hallway.

Unable to contain your excitement, you rush down the empty hall, your suitcase rolling unevenly behind you as you scan the little room plaques.

95…

97…

99…

..101

You stop in front of the door and look at Keigo expectantly. He lets out a little chuckle and tears open the envelope. "Alright, Angel, here's our little nest for the week," he says, swiping one of the keycards and swinging open the doors.

The room is naturally well-lit by the ship's massive upper deck windows. It's much bigger than the room you were looking at online. The massive king-sized bed is uniformly made with some creatively folded towels placed at its foot. 

Stepping further into the room, you set your bag down on top of the linens catching a glimpse at the little coffee corner and mini fridge. It's then you catch a glimpse of the massive gift basket on the countertop. Containing everything from top-shelf liquor, snacks, and suntan lotion, you can tell by the french writing on the bottle you would never be able to afford the brand on your salary. 

"This is incredible." you breathe, digging through the complimentary care package on the countertop in front of you. Little multicolored shreds of paper lining stick to your fingers as you pull out a still-cold bottle of champagne. "They must really want to thank you, Kei."

"A-angel, it's 11 o'clock in the morning." Kiego laughs as your hand fiddle with the neck of the bottle, peeling off the foil around the cork.

"Come on, birdie, we're on vacation." you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. The cold glass of the bottle hits his skin, and he shudders.

Giving you a playful roll of his eyes, he grabs two glasses and sets them on the countertop next to you. "I guess a glass or two would be a nice way to get started." he laughs. He sends a red feather flying into the stubborn cork. It twists and pokes at it until it comes flying out of the bottle with a deafening pop*

"Did you like my little party trick?" he winks, pouring a bit of champagne into each flute.

"I did," you smile, taking a glass from his outstretched hand. If you were the one to open the cork, you would no doubt be struggling to pop it off. "How about we take our drinks outside so we can watch the ship leave the port."

Keigo straightens up a bit. "We should get going then." he flashes you a boyish grin, taking your hand and practically pulling you towards the door."

~

Placing your hands on the steel rail at the bow of the ship, you stare out into the seemingly endless ocean. "Oh wow, look at this view, Kei." you beam, the salty mist from the ocean splashing against your face. 

He buries his face into the crook of your neck as his hands sneak around your waist. "It is beautiful." he coos, pressing a little kiss against your pulse point, his stumbling tickling your skin as you squirm a bit. But in the back of your mind, you wonder how much of the sight he is able to see from his spot.

"I can't tell where the sky begins, and the ocean ends. It's all just blue." 

" Wanna find out?" He asks. His wings twitching in anticipation. Each feather seems to be absorbing the sunlight, calling out to the sky longingly.

Nodding, you set your glass on the floor of the deck, Wanting to know what it feels like to touch the sparkling blue water off in the distance. Keigo has a habit of making you act on your curious thoughts. "Promise not to drop me?" you ask, shuddering at the thought of taking an unexpected swim.

"I promise not to drop you this time." he laughs, the sound natural and genuine. His golden eyes squint in the sunlight as he sweeps you off your feet. "Hold on tight. I like having you close like this." 

"W-what do you mean by this time?" you squeak as he launches the two of you over the rail of the ship.

He shoots you a little wink, letting his wings carry you off into the distance so you can indulge in a few more curiosities before your dinner date.

[piratekane]

oh i loved your response to the #13 prompt so here we go: 5. “Please come get me…” for avatrice :)

She's in the middle of a market in the heart of Santorini, smiling as a young girl with dark hair eagerly shows her a bright blue pendant on a silver chain. Her Greek is underdeveloped but the girl is patient, explaining the way she shaped the stone and fit the sterling silver around it to hang it on the chain. The girl goes on about the way she picked the stone because it matched the ocean and Beatrice is struck how, in every place she goes, she finds little pieces of Ava.

The girl in Glasgow who bumped into her at a coffee shop and cheerfully apologized before pressing a new coffee into her cold hands, refusing to take no for an answer. The young boy in Madrid who asked about her book and listened carefully as she explained the plot of Voyage Au Centre de la Terre, asking thoughtful questions. The bartender in Ravenna who convinced her with a wide smile to try a real cuba libre after hearing her order a soda and lime juice, wearing her down gently.

Ava is everywhere she goes and nowhere Beatrice wants her to be.

Beatrice takes the necklace now and holds it carefully in one hand. "It is lovely." Her Greek is broken, but then again, Ava was the one with an adeptness for languages. The girl smiles anyway and nods enthusiastically. "How much?"

Her phone rings in her pocket and she gives the girl a slight apologetic smile as she pulls it from her linen pants. Camila's name flashes across the screen. She holds up a finger to the girl and accepts the call.

"Camila," she says happily. "I was going to call you tomorrow."

"Bea?"

Beatrice's heart stops in her chest, seizes up in a ghost's vice grip. The hand holding the necklace goes slack, saved only by the young girl's quick and nimble fingers. She tries to inhale but the feeling is too sharp in her chest to get a breath in successful. She nearly chokes on it instead.

"Ava."

There's a soft laugh in her ear. She's dreamed of that laugh, of a broken Ava in her arms still finding something to smile about. She always wakes those mornings with a sad smile and tears running down her face.

"Ava." She presses the phone closer to her ear.

"It's me." Ava is quiet for a moment. "I'm back."

Beatrice laughs, broken. Her eyes start to burn with tears. "H-how?"

She can picture Ava's face, twisting in thought as she considers something. She wonders if her face has changed, if there's new lines she'll need to learn, new lines she'll get to map with her fingers and not just her eyes. Because she loves Ava, she's loved Ava. And she's here, exhaling into Bea's ear. Just at the end of a telephone line.

"Bea, can you..." There's a shuddering sound before Ava's voice comes back stronger. "Can you please come get me?"

She's already walking, already moving back to her hotel, the beauty of the island paling in comparison to the melody of Ava's voice. "I'm coming."

Ava breathes out again. "How far away are you?"

"Too far." More than arm's reach feels like a million kilometers. "But I can be there today. Can you- can you wait for me?"

"You waited for me."

Beatrice breathes out. "Yes." She nearly laughs. "I've been waiting for- Yes."

She can hear Ava smile, closes her eyes and imagines the way it stretches, the way it makes Ava's eyes crinkle and sparkle. She feels the sharpness in her chest subside, replaced by a slow warmth not unlike like the Aegean Sea lapping at her ankles.

"I won't be long," she promises. She'll need to pack, buy a ticket, sit on a plane for 10 hours, all before she can get to Ava. Those feel like an insurmountable tasks right now. But she can do it. For herself. For Ava. For them.

"I'm not going anywhere."

She clutches the phone a little tighter. "Do you promise?"

Ava's voice is soft, the kind of quiet she remembers from their nights in Switzerland as they told each other their secrets. "I promise. Come get me, Bea."

When she promises, "I'm coming," she's never meant anything more in her entire.

[annas-hair-donut]

Bundle Up, Scooch In

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna/Kristoff Characters: Kristoff, Anna, Bulda, Elsa, Honeymaren Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Colonial America, 18th Century, Love at First Sight, (sort of), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Family Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Snowed In, Cuddling & Snuggling, Awkward Sexual Situations, Clothed Sex, interruptions, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Kristoff Needs a Hug, Minor Elsa/Honeymaren (Disney) Summary:

Anna, a woman Kristoff just met that day, allows him to sleep in her bed so he doesn’t have to go home in the middle of a blizzard. Will he overcome the pain of his past and open himself up to the possibility of true love? Or will he walk away, lonely and cold in the dark? 18th Century, Colonial New Arendelle AU.

Written for the Frozen x Beauty and the Beast Yuletide Exchange

@kristanna-days

“When will we get to Living Rock Township?” Kristoff’s passenger Anna was only talking to him because he was there and she was bored, which was almost worse than ignoring him. 

He wasn’t in the habit of conversing with strangers, especially pretty, high-born women who were cheerful even when there wasn’t a reason to be. He didn’t see the point.

“When we get there.”

He wasn’t trying to be funny, but Anna laughed anyway. Rather than ignore the daggers he shot at her, she laughed even more.

“I’m sorry!” she said as she caught her breath. “It’s just that, well, are you always this talkative?”

He answered her with a smirk. This was why he bought a wagon and not a carriage: he’d have rather delivered parcels and mail than people any day.

But Mrs. Stone, the pastor’s daughter and one of the only nice people in Living Rock Township, had specifically requested he be nice when he collected Anna at the harbor, so he attempted conversation, though it didn’t help much. 

“What are you even doing here?”

“I beg your pardon?” Her wrinkled forehead didn’t dampen her bright eyes. “That attitude is completely unnecessary.”

Kristoff whistled and his horse Sven stopped. Then he turned on the bench to face her. “You had to have a good reason to leave your family and probably very comfortable life in Arendelle to risk crossing the ocean. Especially alone-”

Then he remembered there was supposed to be a man with her.

Anna scooted away from him on the bench and folded her arms. “That’s none of your concern.”

Kristoff rolled his eyes when she lifted her nose in the air like she wanted an apology.

Instead, he said, “Fine,” and told Sven to walk on. So much for his attempt at friendship.

Then it crossed his mind that perhaps she had lost her companion on the voyage so he swallowed his pride. “It’s just unusual, that’s all.”

She let out a deep breath instead of crying and Kristoff relaxed. “My fiance was supposed to come with me.”

“I guess things didn’t work out with Prince Charming, there?”

Anna shook her head and added, “Well, see, I met him at a ball.”

Kristoff rolled his eyes. He already knew where this story was headed.

“It was amazing and magical. He was dreamy and divine. And he asked me to marry him that night! Of course, I thought it was true love so I-”

“You agreed to marry a man you just met? That day?”

Anna stopped talking and glared at him.

“I mean, sure. Yeah, that sort of thing happens all the time,” he said sarcastically.

“Anywho, my sister lives at North Mountain and I haven’t seen her in years—she got accused of witchcraft and had to leave in a hurry, long story-”

She said it so casually that it almost didn’t register. “Wait, what!?”

“How far is North Mountain from Living Rock? Do you know how to get there?”

“You might not want to talk about that kind of stuff too loudly here. Personally, I think it’s a bunch of hogwash, but other people seem to take it pretty seriously.”

It almost seemed like she was mocking him when she said, “Anyway, we were going to join her at North Mountain. My parents actually passed away a few years ago-"

"You lost your parents?"

Anna paused and smiled at him. "They were trying to find Elsa, but their ship never made it. That was about three years ago or so."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

She smiled again. "Well, obviously I wanted my sister's blessing since I couldn't get my parents. So I made all the arrangements and wrote to her. But I don’t know if she even got the letter-”

“So she doesn’t even know you’re coming?”

“Well, no…” Anna twisted her mittened hands in front of her and she looked off to the side. “Maybe. But I also wrote to Mrs. Stone gave. She gave me an open invitation when she and her husband left Arendelle. So I thought at least we’d be on the right continent.”

Then her voice dropped. “At least, I’m on the right continent.”

Kristoff pursed his lips. He hated to ask, but he was invested in the story. “So where’s your handsome prince now?”

She folded her arms again and spoke softly. “I guess he didn’t love me enough.”

Unfortunately, that tugged on Kristoff’s heartstrings and he couldn’t tell her what he really thought.

“I don’t believe it was love at first sight, in case that’s what you were thinking.”

Kristoff didn’t mean to snort.

She narrowed her eyes. “It was blind attraction, which can be even more problematic.”

“Not exactly the best way to start a life together.”

Not expecting silence, Kristoff turned his head. She was biting her lip, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be suggestive. Or endearing.

Then she peered up at him, eyes blue-green like the sea, but constant, unwavering. “I still believe in love at first sight, but I’ve learned my lesson.”

He desperately wanted to look away from her but he couldn’t.

“Next time I’ll take a closer look.”

Kristoff’s heartbeat quickened until she wrinkled her nose and giggled, finally looking away.

“I’ll know him when I see him! And when I find him I’m going to hold on tight and never let go. True love is worth it.”

Kristoff turned his head again. The huge smile plastered on her face locked him in the moment, even though stared far into the distance.

But then he shook his head and remembered the last time a woman looked at him as closely as Anna had. That had been some time ago, and she hadn’t offered him a passing glance since then. There was no reason to believe Anna was any different.

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[amoreva]

MY BONNIE

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pairing: racetrack higgins x fem!reader

summary: after a year without seeing her, race is able to see her beauty in the moonlight. he’s able to see her, once again.

warnings: small mention of death

a/n: an idea popped up and i couldn’t stop writing. i don’t think “my bonnie” was an actual sea shanty, so we’ll pretend like it is.

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The Seven Seas are dangerous to navigate with the vicious weather and the creatures haunting the depths of the ocean. From krakens the size of two pirate ships to mythic Scylla to serpents that feed on the mutineers to the dangerously beautiful sirens.

The sirens are most common within the Seven Seas. Pirates are wary every time they voyage across the seas. Race even more cautious. He had been a survivor of a few siren attacks. His crewmates don’t believe him. They laugh and mock because all pirates know…once you hear a siren’s song— you are dead.

The moonlight and stars twinkle in the night sky. The crew mates of the Crooked Star laughing drunkenly. Albert or Romeo had found the alcohol stashed below the deck. It caused for a mass party among the crew.

What were they celebrating? They don’t even know themselves, but everyone loves a good drink of alcohol after being on the seas for so long.

Race was leaning against a barrel. A wooden cup of alcohol in hand with a cigar between his fingers. The lanterns on the ship illuminating the wooden deck orange and yellow. A wide tipsy grin on his face as he watched his crew sing sea shanties and dance.

“My Bonnie lies over the ocean!”

“My Bonnie lies over the sea!”

“Well, my Bonnie lies over the ocean!”

“Yeah, bring back my Bonnie to me” “Yeah, bring back. Ah, bring back”

“Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me. To me!”

Yet, something combated the pirates’ singing. Something magical, enchanting to the ears. Something luring. Race could recognize it within seconds. He could always recognize their songs.

It sobered him up real quickly.

“Sirens!” Race’s voice boomed over the singing. The word sobered everyone on the deck real quick. Wooden cups, empty or not, were discarded. Hands covering their ears. Alcohol staining the deck, but they could get the stains out—if the crew survived.

“Beeswax!”

Again, Race’s voice boomed. He’s learned well enough beeswax can muffle the songs of sirens. If that didn’t work, you better tie yourself to the mast of the ship.

Race was able to shove the beeswax into his ears when he saw his friend, Mush, mindlessly walking towards the edge of the ship. The pirate gritted his teeth and launched himself at his entranced friend.

“Mush, you idiot!” Race shouted with intensity. He would not lose his friends to these creatures. Albert helped Race tie Mush to the mast of the ship.

Once you hear the sirens’ song, you couldn’t get out until they stopped. Race rushed to the railing of the ship. He could see the heads of the sirens, peeking out of the dark waters. For a second, he thought he recognized one. A siren from the last attack he went through. That was impossible though.

Jack stormed to the edge of the ship. His face stern as he held his flintlock pistol. A shot rang out. The heads of the sirens submerged in the water quickly.

Race’s heart was beating against his chest. Adrenaline pumping through his veins. All is calm, but you could never be too sure. Mush’s head lolled to the side as he regain his senses. The other crewmates of the Crooked Star wearily glance around at each other.

They look at Jack for orders. Jack looked at Race. At least none of his friends will mock him for “surviving” sirens now. Davey crouched and put beeswax in Mush’s ears. Thankfully, he was the only one who was entranced.

“Retire to your bunks, keep the beeswax in until the morning!” Jack barked the command and glanced at Race. A silent thank you passing his eyes.

Lanterns were blown out as the pirates dragged their bodies below deck to their hammocks. The hangovers tomorrow would be a lot to deal with. Race decided to stay out on the deck. An exhausted look in his eyes. He picked up one of the wooden cups and filled it with alcohol, well—half way. There was barely any left.

The moon was the only light source he had as he leaned against the railing of the deck. A cool breeze blowing through his hair. Race was with his own thoughts for a moment or two when there was a thump and a splash.

Faintly, he can hear a hum. He can’t hear the tune, so against his survival instincts—he takes out the beeswax. He hopes, he prays.

He can hear, clearly, someone humming “My Bonnie”. The shanty his crew was singing earlier. His heart beats against his chest, for a different reason, not fear, but love.

“You humans put words together that don’t make sense and call them songs.” That only confirmed his suspicions.

He turned around and there, right there, was the dangerously beautiful creature he warns others of. She had the face and the upper body of a mortal woman, but that doesn’t dismiss the tail hanging off the deck. The scales that captured moonlight.

Right there, sitting on the edge of the deck was his Bonnie.

“Bonnie can’t lie over the ocean. It’s impossible.” The siren stated. She’s leaning back on her hands. Her hair slicked back against her head due to the sea.

“Y/N…” Race let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It had been so long since he heard her voice, seen her face, her tail, her beauty. It was his Bonnie.

“Hello, my love.” Y/N smiled.

Race tackled the siren in a hug. His knees slammed against the deck. His shirt getting soaked with the water running off her body. He didn’t care— he was just so happy to see her.

Y/N hugged the pirate back. She can feel the weight of emotions through one single hug.

The siren and pirate first met during Race’s first siren survival. He had been the only one to survive out of a crew of 20. This intrigued Y/N. Pirates hadn’t figured out how to survive siren attacks back then, so she was curious.

Fortunately enough for her, curiosity did not kill the cat. Though Race was weary and young, he wasn’t naive. He knew he should’ve killed the siren, yet he held a conversation with them. Maybe it was the despair realizing he was the only one left or possibly, his teenage hormones that couldn’t resist a beautiful creature. Y/N’s company made his sailing a little more bearable.

They talked, laugh, spoke to each other about their dreams every night. Every night, until Race reached land. Y/N returned to the ocean, but not without leaving Race a gift. One of her scales. It was one of the smaller ones, but it held memories. Memories that Race interpreted they both enjoyed each other.

Race confessed his love the second time he saw her. She accepted. He was still young, early 20s, but now…now that he’s a little older and matured — he knows, he knows his love isn’t some infatuation, but true, pure love.

“I see you found yourself a more suitable, stronger crew.” Y/N stated her observations for earlier. Her and her sisters were close to getting one to feed on, but Race got in the way of that. Not that she could be mad.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Race pulled back from the hug to cupped her face. A million of words being spoken with his eyes. “A year away and I still recognized you.”

“A year away and somehow, I’m still dreaming of when I could see you again.” Y/N admitted softly. She glanced at a soft colored silver chain around his neck. She reached out to remove it from under his shirt.

It was her scale on a necklace.

Race kissed her forehead. “Had to keep you close, somehow.”

The pirate sat down next to her. Legs hanging off the deck next to the scaled tail of his love. It still feels unreal that she’s here. He’s praying he isn’t hallucinating from the alcohol and cigar from earlier. “May I?”

Y/N doesn’t respond back. It was something they both needed after being apart for a year. Their lips meet, a contrast in temperature. His warm lips against her cold lips. The smell of the sea on her skin makes him feel dizzy. If the sea and moonlight were a person, it’d be her.

Her hand cupped the back of his neck, deepening the reunion kiss. They kept kissing and kissing until Y/N was warm. They pulled away, but Race hugged the siren once more.

“I missed you so much.” He reiterated.

“I missed you too, my love.” Y/N said it back.

“I didn’t know you were on this ship until I saw someone tackle their crew mate.” Y/N giggled quietly, remembering the scene from her perspective in ocean. “I hate you for being able to prevent our attacks.”

“Well, I survived two others. I would be stupid to not use this knowledge to my advantage, sweetheart.” Race snickered and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

It was silent for a moment. The couple enjoying each other’s presence. The moonlight reflecting off of Y/N’s scales softly. Race’s body heat keeping Y/N comfortable in his arms. The ship aimlessly sailing north.

“Does the song really mean a woman is lying on the ocean water?” Y/N asked softly. Her curiosity was one of the things he admired about her.

“No, sweetheart.” Race kissed her forehead. “The song is about someone they love caring about the other’s return.”

He paused letting her process. “In this case, us pirates, sing the song in hopes we return to our loved one. Like my captain, Jack, is waiting to return home to his wife, Katherine or my buddy, Romeo, hoping someone is waiting for him at the dock for his return.”

“Or me, waiting to be reunited with you.” Race muttered softly. Y/N glanced up at Race. A small, loving smile on her face as she leaned up to peck his lips.

“You should be singing my Bonnie lies in the ocean. My Bonnie lies in the sea.” Y/N joked with a giggle.

Race matched her smile. “Well, my Bonnie lies in the ocean. Yeah, bring back my Bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back. Bring back my Bonnie to me. To me.”

Y/N leaned her head against Race’s shoulder as he sung the modified words to “My Bonnie”. It was special to them. Only they would know the true meaning.

And when they parted ways, they had a new song to hum when they missed each other. Not a siren song or a sea shanty, just their love song.

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The Garden of Innocence

Dionysus x Ariadne | Greek Mythology | Teen+

Summary: Theseus is Edward Cullen a real piece of shit.

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Chapter 4

The truth was, Theseus was an excellent sailor. He was a novice, however, at the slaying of fearsome beasts. He had not expected to survive the labyrinth.

He was seventeen and had gotten lucky. And he loved Athens.

That, and he was the last, obviously, to find the Minotaur. The death blow to a creature with weak eyes and a bruised head. The real monster had been stench of the pit. And the darkness. Then there was the crunch and clatter underfoot. And worse, anything warm.

The thing had charged him. As it did, he skewered it through the eye with a rib snapped from the litter on the floor. It was just enough longer than the monster’s horns. And after it fell, he stabbed it again. He even opened its dead mouth, rammed the splintered rib through the back of its throat and left it there. No longer was he thinking of Athens. He was thinking of his back, and the fear of turning it to run.

That is what happened. That is how the Minotaur died. And after, Theseus followed nothing more substantial than a silk thread to find his way out again. It was an evil place. Even with the monster’s death-rattle behind him, the maze still breathed. When he returned to the light of Knossos, he was sweating and white as with fever.

Ariadne was so beautiful. Overjoyed to see him, never minding his drenched hair and shaking hands. He sunk to his knees, hid his face against her. Clinging to her as a suppliant— this beautiful girl he never expected to see again. What’s more, her things were packed.

He couldn’t just leave her.

The ship seemed so empty. There was not one surviving tribute besides himself. Would he return home a hero? Or merely a guilty survivor? He needed time to think. And the voyage from Crete to the mainland was short. He felt terrible for tricking her. He really did.

But she believed him so easily. Where was the hurt?

Their second night on Naxos, he build her a fire of blue and green. They gazed at stars and she fell asleep with her head in his lap.

He nodded off only a few times, his chin dipping to his chest just before he startled awake again. His legs and lower back cramped from the rigid stillness of that night. He knew he deserved it. There was sand in his ass. He deserved that too.

He would not wake her. The little movement he allowed himself was to touch her curls. It was a pleasure. “You’re so soft,” he whispered, trailing his fingertips along her cheek, down her neck.

The dark ocean was loud, almost menacing. The earliest light turned it purple— like wine. Every groaning tree, even the little frogs that peeped made his neck prickle. Some hero, he thought.

As the sky yellowed, Theseus could not bear it any longer. “Princess,” he said giving her shoulder a squeeze. When she only stirred a little before falling back asleep, he spoke louder. “Ariadne.”

“Hmm?”

She blinked up at him and yawned.

“I need to talk to you.”

The way she looked a him. No longer with guileless fawning, but caution. Like a startled animal when a twig snaps.

She sat up, inching to the very edge of his cloak. For a moment no part of them touched. Then she lay a hand against his thigh.

“Yes?” she said.

He rubbed the back of his neck and gulped. “The wind is right today,” he said, “I could probably reach home by dusk.

Her face brightened. “We’re going to Athens! Oh!” Her hands found both of his.

He looked just past her, at the lonely ship bobbing in the rising tide. He tried to let go of her, but found himself gripping her fingers all the tighter.

“You can’t go with me,” he said at last.

“What?”

His breath shook, “Ariadne, I can’t marry you.”

Tears sprung in her eyes. She jerked her hands out of his. “Well, that’s too bad because you’ve got to now. I’ve been alone with you for days and Minos would kill me before taking me back!”

He looked away, reddening. “I have not taken your honor,” he mumbled.

“As if that matters!” She stood over him, her voice rising to an angry screech.

Something in the pitch of her voice annoyed him. “A priest might still confirm your purity,” he said harshly. There was no cause for her to make a spectacle of herself. He had expected a delicate reaction: weeping, perhaps.

“Theseus, what are you saying? I thought- I thought-“

“I do love you,” he said, “But I can’t bring you into Athens. You might not even be safe.”

“Why not?” she cried.

“Think about it,” he raised his voice, tears now in his own eyes, “Every year since you can remember. Your parents—“ His words were brittle with sudden anger, “Do you realize what they levied from us? A ship full of - of-“

“Of course I do,” she said, “I helped you to kill my own brother.”

“Your brother? How can you call it that?”

The dull eyes. The grinding teeth. Hot breath in the dark.

She held her up to look him sharply in the eye. “We have the same mother. You already killed him. What does it matter if I show him a little dignity?”

“I could ask you the same thing! It eats fourteen children every harvest and you’re concerned with its dignity?”

He was flushed, shaking in his anger. She was frightened.

“He is my brother. You have my loyalty which is all I can give. I cannot change blood and nature and history to your liking.”

Theseus looked very near to striking her. She held rigidly still. She would not flinch from him; she had already given enough.

“It is as I have said.” He frowned deeply, but appeared to have mastered his temper. “You are not a fit bride for Athens.”

“But what about you? I love you.”

“I know,” he softened at last. “But I am not my own person. I came to Knossos ready to die for my city. I will not lose what I have fought for over an imprudent marriage.”

“You sound like a king,” she said.

“I will be a king. And Athens and Crete are still enemies. Can’t you see what will happen?”

She could, but was too offended to relent.

He took her silence for ignorance. “If I take you to Athens, your father’s fleet will be right behind us. His wealth is in gold and ships. If he plunders us, he could afford the mercenary forces necessary to move further into the mainland.”

“And what if he doesn’t?” she answered sharply, “I betrayed him. I’m not worth the ships it would take to recover me.” When he opened his mouth to argue, she cut him off. “I know him better than you do.”

He looked away from her. “Fine. Say he didn’t follow us. It’s still not acceptable. My father will arrange a marriage for me that will credit him. You will not.”

“But you love me.”

“Not enough to lose wars for you.”

She backed away from him, an angry knot in her gut. “You used me.”

“I did not mean to— I didn’t think of it—“

“You should go.”

“Ariadne, you have to forgive me—“

“I don’t have to do anything.” For a moment she seriously considered spitting at his feet.

“I didn’t think I would live — I thought you were the last girl I’d ever see. I shouldn’t have—. Ariadne, I’m sorry. I have wronged you, I am wronging you now, but—“

“Theseus, go.”

He reached for her, but she turned her face away. His last kiss landed awkwardly on her ear. She flinched in annoyance.

“The gods keep you, princess,” he said.

“Take your cloak. I don’t want it.”

She neither replied nor turned away. But she watched him all the way to his boat. Only once the vessel was free of its mooring did he realize she was gone. He had not seen her run. Theseus squared his shoulders, calves straining to push the hull through the sand. He could be home by dusk if he kept focus. A humid wind filled his black sail, and he jumped aboard.

@dionysian-daydream @hycinthrt @withlovefromolympus @kebriones @margaretkart @lefty-scissors @human-still-developing @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @silly-billy-the-bunny @shitfacedalways

[sirenjose]

Call of the Abyss 2

This is a repost of my COA 2 analysis.

COA2 Trailer + Transcript (https://coa2lore.carrd.co/#cinematicvideo):

There was a place once known as Steam City. It was where adventurers congregate and where outlaws flee to for asylum. Among them were a few nameless individuals relentlessly pursuing their goal: to put out the city's great inferno.

The battle between ice and fire was reaching its conclusion. The great roar that once reverberated through the whole city is now but a whimper. And the remaining fire reflected the shadow of the slumbering snow.

When meltwater seeped into the thermal core, those who were cold hearted grew deranged. The weak lost their sanctuary and chaos erupted. Those who had perished had already been forgotten by those who remained. It was then that a courageous youth had finally exposed the traitor’s identity. On the other hand, the convicts who hungered for the treasures’ powers finally set an even more dire plan into motion. Their century old ship had long since decayed, yet it was still a nightmare for those in the tower. The bone-chilling blizzard brought about despair.

No one was afraid of living in ruins. Those who would complain might as well die out in the cold. The battle reached its climax.

We cannot hesitate under the petrifying gaze of the abyss. Was it darkness or hope that was casted in the city's great flame?

In the journey through the abyss, only if you remain determined and reached the summit, will you be able to oversee everything with no regrets.

Before I go into COA 2, I want to discuss the “evil eye”.

The evil eye is the connection between COA 1 and COA 2, as it was retrieved from R’lyeh by the predecessors of the expedition, the ones Optical Mirror is referring to in his description (aka, the characters of COA 1). We know this is where it came from as R’lyeh is the last stage of COA 1.

Optical Mirror: As the commander, his mission is to guard the Eye sealed by the expedition and their descendants. He dares only to satisfy his desires of possession in the illusion of light and shadow - until the betrayal completely crushed him.

Based on my COA 1 analysis, the eye may have been retrieved by Kurt (as Voyage or Lost) or Helena (as Last Vacation or Good Old Times). Specifically, I think the eye came from Infected. The eye on Infected looks very similar to the evil eye, not to mention the eye is in him the same way it’s in Evil Eye Host. There’s also how Infected warns against staring at the eye too long, which matches up with how Margaretha turned into Vile Blossom in COA 3 after seeing the eye open when Netherwalker showed it to her according to the 2nd anniversary package. Infected likely got the eye from Poseidon’s Crown, who would be a reference to Cthulhu as R’lyeh is where he sleeps in the Cthulhu mythos (“Poseidon” would relate to how R’lyeh is underwater).

Infected: Those red eyes really make one's hair stand on end, so don't stare at them for too long.

Poseidon: He rules the oceans and lakes. His fury will rouse monsters from the abyss that will destroy everything.

2nd Anniversary Package (Netherwalker’s Offer) Information:

When the auctioneer showed me that eye, it was still closed.

I was curious to see what color that lidded eye would glow, but I also wanted them to stay closed, quietly and forever, to escape any malice that might be stirring.

That night, I gave it to her.

When I framed the scene, everything changed.

It seemed to have heard my faintest wish.

I wanted to capture the most beautiful things and the things that aren’t even allowed to exist in this world on the same canvas, if only for a moment.

At that moment, my wish came true.

It opened its eyelids.

And for the first time, a smile appeared on her face.

In a moment of ecstatic madness, I had completed the masterpiece of my half-life.

The moment I put down my brush, I knew this was all I had left.

Last thing regarding COA 1, but maybe the mention of the “century old ship” from the trailer could be referencing the ship that was used to reach “R’lyeh”. It it has been 100 years since COA 1, that would explain why it was said to have “long since decayed”. Maybe the reason the ship was said to be “still a nightmare for those in the tower” because it’s referencing the expedition, or at least it’s predecessors (people like Helena and Kurt from COA 1), who worked to seal the eye away after the events of COA 1. Basically, it’s a nightmare because it brings back memories from the voyage and their encounters with monsters from the Cthulhu mythos, as well as when they got the eye, the very thing they are trying to keep sealed. They probably realized it would’ve been better to keep the eye in R’lyeh.

Back to COA 2.

The conflict in COA 2 is all about the fight over the evil eye.

COA 2 takes place in Steam City, which has an extremely cold environment. This is why the tower in Steam City is so important, as it produces heat for everyone. Banker goes so far as to say heat was the “currency” in Steam City. Unfortunately, we learn from COA 2’s backstory that the fire in the tower is going to go out.

Banker: Currency in Steam City is not coin, but the geothermal heat extracted by the furnace tower. Soon after the tower core was extinguished, the key to the tower he kept was lost.

COA 2 Backstory:

In the extreme cold, there is a capital of steam.

It lit the torch in this forgotten corner of the world and became the home of all wanderers.

But the fire will eventually burn out.

Only by awakening the madness frozen in the ancient abyss, overdrawing all reason and hope as fuel, can the torch be rekindled.

Everyone will be faced with a choice: whether to fight the fire like a moth in madness, or to be swallowed up by the bone-cutting cold in silence.

The fact it says the fire will “eventually burn out” means it hasn’t happened yet. This is where Sands of Time comes in. She has an ability that allows her to “foresee the city engulfed by the cold”, which relates to how she says “the hands of time could be turned back slightly”. As a result, she knows in advance about the problem that’s going to occur, that the fire will “burn out”, and the threat the city will face.

Sands of Time: Under the energy-starved, icy tower, she foresees the city engulfed by the cold, but it is impossible to foresee the boy's choice - fate cannot be controlled, even if the hands of time could be turned back slightly.

Sands of Time, as a member of the expedition, led by Optical Mirror, informs the expedition of the upcoming problem. Her forewarning allows them to debate about how to deal with the issue. Sound Wave is possibly the one who learns of the only solution to the problem due to her abilities and connection to the abyss, as she is said to be able to hear the “call from the abyss”. This solution was to use the eye to reignite the tower’s core. The problem with this is, as seen from the COA 2 backstory, Evil Eye Host, and Steam Teen, this would result in everyone going mad (corrupted).

Sound Wave: She pursued the call from the abyss and finally located the traitor in the furnace tower. Everything will be resolved there.

Steam Teen: The Eye can reignite the tower's core and save the frozen city, but it is more likely to plunge everything into another unknown abyss. How will the teen act when presented with choices after facing the truth?

Evil Eye Host: During that moment of Betrayal, he knew that the resurgent evil eye would cause him to fall into the abyss, plunging the whole city into madness along with him - but it is preferable to the silence offered by ice.

Optical Mirror refuses to do this, as it is his duty to guard the eye. But not everyone agrees with his decision, as we see from Evil Eye Host’s description, who’d prefer madness over freezing. Iron Hat Commander is another in this camp, as he explains “the desperate… regard Steam City as their last shelter” and will do anything to continue living there.

Iron Hat Commander:The desperate formed the Iron Hats, and they regard Steam City as their last shelter. They will live on here no matter what it takes.

Evil Eye Host is also a member of the expedition, which is how he knows about the solution to the fire burning out. Due to Evil Eye Host’s dissatisfaction with Optical Mirror’s (his leader’s) decision, this leads him to meeting with the Iron Hats, and more specifically Punk. The reason he goes to them is likely because he knows how they feel (the Iron hats are “the desperate”), and that they’ll do anything to survive in Steam City. This means they would likely agree with his feelings and be willing to help him out.

During this meeting, the Evil Eye Host explains what he heard from Sands of Time and Sound Wave to the Iron Hats, about the upcoming problem and the single solution to it. He then asks them for help to take the eye and use it to reignite the tower and keep the fire burning. As he is basically talking about betrayal (due to going against Optical Mirror’s and the other expedition member’s wishes), he wanted to keep this meeting secret. Unfortunately for him, Spring Hand interrupts their meeting.

Punk: The meeting between an oddball from the Iron Hats and the expedition's traitor would have remained a secret if it wasn't accidentally interrupted by that guy playing with a spring.

Punk is the “oddball from the Iron Hats”, Spring Hand is the “guy playing with a spring”. Evil Eye Host is the “expedition’s traitor”, as both him and Optical Mirror reference a “betrayal”. Due to happening into their meeting, Spring Hand also overheard what they discussed, including the details about the problem in the city’s future and its only fix. This would be how Steam Teen knows “the truth” in his description.

Spring Hand was also the boy Sands of Time saw with her foresight making an important “choice”. Despite not being able to see what decision he would make, this is why the expedition knew Spring Hand was important and thus why they let him join.

Spring Hand: "The roaming teen relies on his self-made equipment to fight alone in Steam City, dreaming of joining the diverse ranks of the expedition and displaying his talents."

Spring Hand is saved from Punk by Sound Wave and Inventor, which is how he becomes a “new recruit” of the expedition. Inventor at this point then provides Spring Hand with “steam equipment”, which is how Spring Hand becomes Steam Teen (confirmed by how in the trailer, one of Spring Hand’s springs is on the table in front of Steam Teen).

Inventor: He rescued the distressed teen from the weirdo, and introduced him to the expedition as a new recruit, providing steam equipment.

It’s likely due to Spring Hand interrupting Punk and Evil Eye Host’s meeting that Evil Eye Host is revealed as a traitor. This is confirmed by the COA 2 trailer, which says “It was then that a courageous youth had finally exposed the traitor’s identity. On the other hand, the convicts who hungered for the treasures’ powers finally set an even more dire plan into motion”. It’s likely due to being discovered that Evil Eye Host and the Iron Hats decide on stealing the eye based on the trailer saying they “set an even more dire plan into motion” after the “traitor’s identity” was “exposed”.

To do this, they get help from Schemer (Iron Hat Black Hand), who steals the chest containing the eye using information from Evil Eye Host. This chest is the one we see in the trailer, which we know is the Flesh Devourer pet. Schemer talks about how an “aggressive little thing is giving him grief”. We know this is Flesh Devourer as in other versions it basically says this “grief” was because the chest was biting him, which goes with how the Flesh Devourer has a “taste for human flesh” (due to corruption from the eye it contained inside itself).

Schemer: He stole the treasure chest from an expedition with a clue from a traitor, but this aggressive little thing is giving him grief.

Flesh Devourer: A treasure from the abyss, passed down through generations since R'lyeh is locked within. Over time, the chest developed a taste for human flesh.

Now that he has the eye, the next step is getting it into the tower.

It’s around this time that Sands of Time’s prediction comes true. The core is “extinguished”, and the fire goes out. According to Banker, this is when the “key to the tower he kept was lost”. I believe Banker willingly gave the key to Evil Eye Host. The reason I think he was on the side of reignite the tower with the eye even if that meant madness is in part because he is a “banker”. As the currency of the city was “heat”, and no more heat was being produced once the fire went out, that also means he can’t do business anymore (as “heat” would’ve been the thing being taken out of and stored in the banks). Therefore, it’s more beneficial for him to have the core reignited.

Another reason could’ve been because he was corrupted by the eye the same way Chemist was, as her description says the cold couldn’t stop the eye’s effects. This also tells us that the reason the expedition’s predecessors brought the eye to Steam City, or at least to where Steam City would be built with the city around it, was because of how cold it was there. From Optical Mirror, we learn they sealed the eye in the chest (Flesh Devourer), while Chemist tells us they brought it to this location as they hoped to further “delay the eye’s awakening” with the extremely cold environment.

Chemist: The severe cold delayed the Eye's awakening, but could not stop its effect on the human mind. She gained inspiration, stimulated her potential, and fell into madness.

There’s also how the trailer says “those who were cold hearted grew deranged”. This would then explain why Chemist was said to have fallen “into madness”, and thus why it’s possible Banker could’ve been corrupted as well. This line also explains to us why only some people went mad, and not everyone including those of the expedition, but also why the expedition didn’t want the eye to be brought into the tower, as at that point everyone would’ve gone mad.

From here, this is where Sound Wave’s description comes in. It says she “pursued the call from the abyss” to find Evil Eye Host in the tower. Based on how she says “everything will be resolved there”, that is likely when the battle starts, the one we see during the COA 2 trailer. This battle, between Steam Teen and the expedition against Evil Eye Host and the Iron Hats, is likely the same one Wasteland Traveler refers to in her description.

Wasteland Traveler: The steam city's famous tower is already visible; the wonderful battle there must be worthwhile to watch.

Speaking of the Iron Hats, I don’t believe all of them fought against the expedition to use the eye to reignite the tower. Specifically, I’m referring to Iron Hat Sheriff. Iron Hat Commander says “the desperate” formed the Iron Hats and made the city their “last shelter”. Iron Hat Sheriff on the other hand calls it a shelter for “outlaws”. This is the same wording the COA 2 trailer uses, as it says Steam City was where “adventurers congregate and where outlaws flee to for asylum” and later on says “the convicts who hungered for the treasures’ powers”. The fact Iron Hat Sheriff calls the very people Iron Hat Commander refers to as “the desperate” instead as “outlaws” I think shows a difference in opinion. There’s also how his description of life in the city as only the strong survive is his way of pointing out Steam City’s flaws, as he likens it to the same principle pirates follow. Based on how Iron Hat Sheriff says “vigilantes”, I believe this is referring to himself. He’s different from the others.

Iron Hat Sheriff: Steam City is a shelter for outlaws. The principle pertaining to survival pursued there is one similar to that of pirates, respect is given to the strong. That does not mean that some do not call themselves vigilantes.

During the trailer, it says “When meltwater seeped into the thermal core, those who were cold hearted grew deranged. The weak lost their sanctuary and chaos erupted. Those who had perished had already been forgotten by those who remained”. I think this is the issue that bothers Iron Hat Sheriff, as I think he’s concerned with how “the weak lost their sanctuary” as well as how “those who had perished had already been forgotten by those who remained”. This parallels Kevin’s backstory with the Native Americans. Iron Hat Sheriff being with the Iron Hats who are actually on the bad side and want to reignite the tower even though that means madness spreading parallels Kevin being with the colonists who are the reason the Native Americans are dying and being pushed out of their homes. The Native Americans match up with “the weak” that lost their home, as well as “those who had perished” because the colonists would be “those who remained” that had “forgotten” about the Native Americans that died (the ones they took the land from).

As to what happens to Iron Hat Sheriff, I think he left Steam City eventually (before the end). This would parallel how Kevin left America to instead “roam the European continent” (the official IDV website for his backstory says he left because the tribe had died out, but to add to this, it was also likely because he didn’t want to watch the colonists kill the rest of the Native Americans).

Moving on. From the COA 2 trailer, Steam Teen seems to have defeated Evil Eye Host and retrieved the eye from him. This is why we see him holding it during the trailer.

Steam Teen seems to have chosen not to “reignite the tower’s core” even though that would “save the city”, as he didn’t want to “plunge everything into another unknown abyss”. The COA 3 intermission trailer, which shows everything covered in ice and snow, as well as everything destroyed, seems to confirm this.

Locomotive’s description seems to back this up, as it mentions a “world… frozen still”. Frost’s description, as well as an official tweet about him, also talks about everything freezing, not to mention his package being called “Snow Storm”.

Locomotive: The train he vowed to protect never reached the station. When the world is frozen still, the interminable engine he carries shall power the last train that has no terminus.

Steam Boiler: With the last bit of residual heat, a final and unrelenting energy bursts forth.

Package – Last Train: It never stops, there is no end of the line. The last train at midnight, never stopping forever.

Frost: Passion only brings a full head of steam that destroys one's process of thinking. A rational thinker must stay cool and calm at all times.

Frozen Core: Condensation - the greatest magic given by science to time.

Package – Snow Storm: Cool your heart if it conceives the delusion of warmth.

Tweet about Frost: “A passion that overflows from within. Don't you know that it is destroying you? Then let's freeze everything now. Even the tears that spill from your eyes.”

If the tower really hadn’t been reignited (and had pretty much left to ruin), and everything had been consumed by ice and snow, this could mean Steam City is the “snow land” Teleoperator refers to, as well as the “Snow Kingdom” mentioned by Michiko’s Edelweiss, Yidhra’s Ice Crystal, Margaretha’s Snow Lotus, and Murro’s Snowfear skin. Speaking of Teleoperator, the “dispute” she references that came over “from the far away snow land” could be referencing the events of COA 2 and the battle at the tower Wasteland Traveler went to go see. With the tower’s core out, and no more heat or “steam” being produced, it doesn’t make sense to still call the city “Steam City”. That could explain why Teleoperator just refers to it as a place of only cold and snow (“snow land”).

Teleoperator: Only the Abyss can confront the Abyss - when the dispute from the far away snow land came over, she finally realised this is all but another pipe dream. "The Surveyor will be devoured by his own creation." She sent numerous messages to her companions, yet she couldn't foresee this ending.

Snow Lotus: Legend has it that this flower can only grow in the holy land of Snow Kingdom. It was given as a gift to the Dancer, and although it was taken out of Snow Kingdom, it continued to bloom miraculously.

Edelweiss: Who will put this ornament from the Snow Kingdom on Geisha?

Ice Crystal: The work of the craftsman from Snow Kingdom exudes a strong chill every moment.

Snowfear: The Snow Kingdom has a legend that at the height of the storm, two huge figures will appear in the plains. People call them the Snow Monsters, but Snowfear does not buy it.

The fact she says the “dispute” came over could be referencing the eye, as that was what the battle in COA 2 was over, and we know the eye is tied to COA 3 from the 2nd Anniversary package stating Auctioneer gave it to Netherwalker. This eye also essentially caused the conflict in COA 3 as it is what transformed Margaretha into Vile Blossom and Pickman into Netherwalker.

How Auctioneer acquired the eye we don’t know. The last thing we know is Steam Teen had it. The fact Teleoperator mentions the dispute from the “far away snow land” could imply the events of COA 2 and COA 3 aren’t too far apart.

Random theory, but maybe Steam Teen gave it to Banker.

From Banker’s description and how he just made the key seem as if it went missing, that could imply the expedition didn’t know who Banker actually sided with (Evil Eye Host). As someone who normally keeps stuff (the city’s currency), maybe he convinced Steam Teen to give it to him for safe keeping. But, if Banker is also Trickster, this would’ve just been a “trick” so he could actually give it to Auctioneer.

The trailer says the people going after the eye “hungered for the treasures’ powers”. Trickster, if he’s tied to the those of the Investigation Bureau that worked with the Pharmaceutical company to create a container, would be someone who’d be interested in the eye’s power. If his goal is to create a container, that would be why he may have caused Puppeteer (and Margaretha as Vile Blossom) to become corrupted by Netherwalker. As such, it would also make sense for him to possibly get the eye from Steam Teen and then give it to Auctioneer, who’d pass it on to someone who’d use it and become a container for the abyss.

Whether or not that theory is true, I want to finish up by trying to connect a couple more things.

First is the possibility Frost is related to the world (Steam City) being “frozen still” according to Locomotive.

Frost’s accessory Frozen Core mentions condensation. Condensation is when steam, without heat, begins turning back into liquid. We know that the fire in the tower began to go out, and the core itself was eventually extinguished, meaning no more heat was being produced. Then, with how cold Steam City’s environment was, this would mean the liquid would begin to freeze (aka “frost”). Therefore, it’s possible when the core stopped producing heat, it “froze”, which could mean Frost’s “Frozen Core” may be the core of the tower. Frost wanting to freeze Steam City and everything is backed up by an official tweet about him that mentions him wanting to “freeze everything”: “A passion that overflows from within. Don't you know that it is destroying you? Then let's freeze everything now. Even the tears that spill from your eyes”. His package even says “Cool your heart if it conceives the delusion of warmth”, with the mention of “warmth” relating to the issue of heat in Steam City.

The trailer mentions there were “a few nameless individuals relentlessly pursuing their goal: to put out the city's great inferno”. Maybe Frost, as “individuals” without an actual “name”, combined with how all the details about them say they wanted to “freeze everything, were the “nameless individuals” that wanted to “put out the city’s great inferno” (aka the tower). This could serve as actual evidence to back up the idea Locomotive is canonically connected to COA 2.

Maybe this is where Locomotive comes in. As the tower can no longer produce heat, what if Locomotive and his train that “has no terminus” is attempting to replace it? Maybe keeping the train running can somewhat help produce heat in place of the tower. The fact it “never stops” could relate to how the tower was also supposed to “never stop” producing heat for Steam City. This could be backed up by the “1309” on Locomotive’s head. This is likely a reference to Chesapeake and Ohio 1309, which was essentially the last steam engine. One of the waste products of steam engines is heat, and if Locomotive has an “interminable” engine (“interminable” means “incapable of being terminated; unending”), this would mean it would continue to produce steam to power the train, which also means it would continue to also produce heat. If this is true, that could be a way to keep Steam City and the people still living there from completely freezing and/or dying. Basically, Locomotive is the one thing keeping Steam City going after the tower stops producing heat.

This idea is also backed up by Locomotive’s Steam Boiler accessory. As I said, the boiler would also end up producing heat, but from the description, it mentions “the last bit of residual heat” was used to produce “a final and unrelenting energy”. This last bit of heat could be the last of the heat that was produced by the tower before the core was extinguished, and this last heat was used to produce this “unrelenting energy” that allowed the “last train” to be able to keep going, “never stopping forever”.

This could also mean that, when Frost talks about “cooling” a “head full of steam”, especially as he talks about “passion” and it “destroying you”, this may mean Frost wants to take out (or freeze) Locomotive, to try to prevent him from producing any heat for Steam City.

To further back up the idea that Locomotive is connected to COA 2 comes from the tentacle designs on his outfit.

To compare, this is a common theme for COA. At least in terms of COA 2, most of the COA 2 skins have actual tentacles or tentacle designs on their outfits.

After Locomotive is Snowfear. He’s at least connected to Frost as Frost (because of Black and White) is the 2 “huge figures” he mentions, while the “height of the storm” relates to how Frost’s package is called “Snow Storm”. Also, Snowfear’s outfit fits with the extremely cold environment Steam City is said to be in. The reason he doesn’t look steam punk like the others could connect to how Murro is the Wildling and would parallel his canon backstory where he prefers to be away from people, with his companion and other boars, out in the wilderness.

Snowfear: The Snow Kingdom has a legend that at the height of the storm, two huge figures will appear in the plains. People call them the Snow Monsters, but Snowfear does not buy it.

Next is Netherwalker. It’s possible he is (was) Iron Hat Commander. Iron Hat Commander could’ve been one of the “cold-hearted” that became “deranged” due to the eye’s effects. If he was “inspired” and had his “potential” stimulated by the eye, that could explain why Pickman was interested enough to get the eye from Auctioneer in the 2nd anniversary package. That could also mean, as Pickman is an artist good at imitating items from the abyss and people “couldn’t get enough of his work”, he might be the “craftsman” making items like Edelweiss and Ice Crystal or giving Margaretha the Snow Lotus (which I explain in my COA 3 analysis is likely actually a Nether Flower).

Last is Chaser of Time. Her design definitely fits the steam punk theme of COA 2. As to her description, it talks about “time” and there being “no point in hiding. I’ll always be there in the end”. From this plus her name “Chaser” of “Time”, it’s possible she may be in part based off a Hound of Tindalos from the Cthulhu mythos, and the way to attract the attention of a Hound of Tindalos is to time travel. In COA 2, this “time travel” that might catch Chaser of Time’s attention may come from Sands of Time, as she talks about how “the hands of time could be turned back slightly” and would relate to her being able to “foresee the city engulfed by the cold” as well as attempt to “foresee the boy’s choice”.

There’s also how Violetta is chasing “time”, and Vera is called the “sands” of “time”, with “sands” referring to the sand in an hourglass (which is what her perfume bottles look like for that skin). Basically, Vera is the “time” Violetta is “chasing”.

Or maybe it’s a reference to how Sands of Time, Steam Teen, and the others attempted to avoid the result that would result in the abyss spreading. Maybe Chaser of Time is basically just saying you can’t ‘’hide” from the abyss, and it will always “be there in the end”, which is what we see happen in COA 3 (Auctioneer gave the eye to Pickman, who became Netherwalker and also turned Margaretha into Vile Blossom, and Auctioneer plus these 2 work to spread the abyss to a lot of people).

Chaser of Time: Tick tock. Tick tock. Time waits for no man. There is no point in hiding. I’ll always be there in the end.

Thanks again for reading! I hope it was interesting enough for everyone!