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mi-gato-es-mi-vida · 2 years

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Under the Bridge

There's the general giddiness of living with S, the Golden (Retriever) excitement when she comes home from work, the presents she gives me in the form of ginger coleslaw, day-old beignets (still delicious), the occasional very solid joke and the frequent half jokes, cobbled together one-liners, re-enactments, references. Yesterday she brought home gelatin and whole milk for me to make matcha pudding, not questioning the general kindergarten-era snack it was. This morning she complimented it, even though it was a bit on the dry and bitter side. She knows me.

And sometimes she knows herself, though those moments are rarer.

The day before yesterday we went out on the Sound with her dad and two friends. Left the Marina for warmer water on the other side of Fox Island, a boat ride that took us past grey pebbly Owens Beach, past the point of Point Defiance, past a series a neighborhood built on stilts, standing in the water along Point Defiance's western flank, past the train tracks that the Amtrak follows to Portland. We saw half a dozen seals, the roundness of their heads distinguishing them from logs, herons gliding along shore, and jumping fish, betrayed by splashes as they fell back into the water. S saw a couple of porpoises breaching, though I missed them. We shot underneath the Narrows bridge, granting me a view I never thought I'd see: the grid and cellwork of iron trusses and the remarkably thin highway that they supported. A second later and it was behind us though, and we drove into our afternoon.

Sam took a shot at wakeboarding, and after a couple of runs we stopped the boat. We all went for a swim, even Sam's dog Lucky (though we hoisted him back onto the boat after he finished a single small lap); I (sort of) learned how to dive. Then we sunned off and snacked: chips and salsa, English cucumbers, hummus, laughing cow cheese, salami and crackers, plums and pretzels. Lucky snagged a hunk of pretzel while we weren't paying attention, and after a minute of fighting his lockjaw, we let him have his hard-won prize. After lunch the rest of us gave wakeboarding a try, though no one could get up for more than 5 seconds. The hours slipped by, and the day had slid into dusk when S got into the water for a couple runs on her ski.

"Doesn't she need two?" Sam's friend asked, watching Sam wriggle in the water with her singular ski.

"You can get up on one," Sam's dad said.

"Though it's a lot harder," I finished, feeling that weird secondhand pride.

Sam made it look easy though. Her dad gunned the boat engine and we shot off with a roar. The rope connecting Sam to the boat jerked tight, and in a moment that feels like forever and never fails to amaze me, Sam held on, emerging from the water, like the masthead to a submerged Flying Dutchman breaking the surface, the water pushing rather than sliding off her form.

And then she was off, and when Sam skis, she skis. She cuts across the water with the precision and grace of a calligraphy stroke. The water was calm, almost glassy now, and she worked the surface like her canvas. Behind her was the burst of her wake, a fiery white trail of water droplets that almost cartoonishly emphasized her speed. And good God she was fast. As the boat turned pack towards Point Defiance, she swung outside of its wake, hurtling along next to us, and the only sign of her strain was the quarter-crouch she'd settled into, legs bent but strong like the boughs of a tree. And the whole while her face was broken up into a smile, a cry of exhilaratoin and jubilation. The last time I'd gone out with her, it had been midday, and every time she turned little rainbows shone in her wake. This time the sun is setting over the Fox Island Hills and the water is a mosaic of deep blue, orange, and red. The wake has taken an almost golden hue. There's nothing like it. There's no one like her.

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moonbeamsung · 3 years

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Sink or Swim

You plunged deep into an ocean of love for Huang Renjun, the boy who had already fallen for the sea itself.

member: renjun

au: sailor!renjun x gn!reader

word count: 2.7k

genre: angst, fluff, slightly dystopian

warnings: character death/drowning, mentions of water (one passing mention of a typhoon and a very heavy focus on the ocean), light profanity

recommended song: when i was older by billie eilish

author’s note: Not only did the lyrics to the above song inspire this fic, but so did the general mood and sound of it :) I would recommend listening while you read, since I think it really adds to the atmosphere. My creativity took quite a while to cooperate on this one but I like how it turned out and hope you do as well, feedback is highly appreciated as always. Thanks to @astroboy-lele for her help beta-reading this (like 2 hours ago), and enjoy!

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The sleepy little fishing village you call home seems to sigh with the tides, waves lapping at the shore in a rhythm not unlike that of steady breaths. It’s the world’s way of inhaling the salty air, sometimes laced with the pungent scent of a fresh catch.

The sport itself is a life force here, the key to any sort of contact with the rest of civilization. Without it, the hill that the small town is nestled into might just swallow up the dozens of small brick buildings, reducing them to nothing but a memory. The murky waters would carry minuscule traces of its existence far and wide, but not even a name could break the surface.

Unfortunately, the village’s dependence on exporting fish leaves little room for the personal aspirations of its residents. At some point in your life, you’ll be called to assist with a certain aspect of the product’s distribution. The elders in charge find ways for even the most unskilled of hand and mind to participate, but they always save the hardest work for those who were born into it: the sailing families.

Quite literally, a love of the sea is in Huang Renjun’s blood.

His great-grandfather was around to see the beginnings of the seaside community, and he became the most famous fisherman known to the village by returning to the docks with large nets in tow, just bursting with sharp fins and thrashing tails. Those were the glory days, and generations later, the Huangs want their young son to follow in his footsteps, to become just as well-known for legendary angling expeditions.

But... he’s not really interested.

He would much rather take to the waves in a boat and chase the horizon, not bothering with casting a net or even a rod. To him, the ocean air is beyond suffocating, like a poison meant to expel any wanderlust from his lungs, to rip it from his soul. Renjun is a fiery spirit, and not even the crashing, slate-colored waters can dampen the adventurous spark burning bright and warm inside of him. It would take more than a typhoon to do so.

You admire that about him, too. How he holds a strong but steady resistance to the traditions of the village, the limited and meager expanse of the world that you’ve both lived in—no, been confined to—all your life.

Just think of the endless possibilities that await, beyond the hazy fog obscuring the fine line between land and sea. The faint shapes that loom in the distance, perhaps a trick of the eye but perhaps another sign of life besides you, seem so close but are still just out of your reach, teasing you both with what could lie outside this languid, ashen realm. Your heart races at the mere notion of such a thing.

The waves are impossibly blue when their image is reflected in Renjun’s dark eyes; you notice this one dreary afternoon as you let your feet dangle above the gentle ripples, sitting at the edge of one of the many docks that tangle through a mess of sailboats and fishing gear. The burnt orange of his threaded sweater stands out against the rest of the scenery, so monochromatic you sometimes swear the world is black and white.

He’s a splash of color, a splash of adventure and determination among a colorless mass of villagers who wouldn’t trade the way things are right now for anything. The dull, scuffed toes of his boots drag along the wooden planks as he trudges towards you, settling down at your side with a small gust of wind. Both anticipating and dreading the impending day when his father would teach him how to take to the seas and steer the boat that’s run in his family for generations, Renjun finds himself at the humble and rickety marina often. Anticipating because that knowledge would enable him to change the course of his own life on his own terms, and dreading because he knew of the harsh disapproval those actions would receive.

But still, Renjun stays right there on the dock next to you, diving past the shallows of his conscious mind and into the darkest, deepest abyss of his own thoughts, letting them bubble and sputter up and puff into the air like sea spray. If both your hearts are oceans of their own, they collide in this moment, as his ambitions and aspirations spill over into yours and settle on the seabed below. He’s chosen you to entrust these secrets with. You, the only other resident of the village with a familiar restlessness in your eyes when the sun disappears below the distant horizon, gaze wistful and longing to do the same.

And as if they’re the precious riches of a mythical swashbuckling pirate, you keep them there, each word a golden coin or sparkling gem hidden away in a long-lost treasure chest. The twilight sky that evening is the most vivid you’ve ever seen it, and daylight is fading fast by the time Renjun finishes telling you everything.

“I never knew there was someone who felt the same way I did about all this.”

The realization sets in late, just as the weathered surface you’re both perched on sways in the wind. You fear for a second that you might slip forward into the icy water; that’s how strong the breeze whipping through the air around you feels. That, or it’s due to the sheer force from your heart as it swells at finally meeting someone you’ve admired from afar for what feels like an eternity, ever since you understood what life was like and what it meant for you here.

Sure, Renjun’s grandfather may have been well-known in the past for one reason, but to you, Renjun is creating a legacy of his own for another, one of more than just adolescent rebellion and defiance. It’s one of undoubtable self-awareness, of an adamant refusal to conform to an existence he hadn’t chosen, and he’s finding a way to alter what he’s been seemingly destined for all his life.

“Me neither,” you shake your head, still in a small fraction of euphoric disbelief. “All that’s left to do now is stow away on a ship together in the dead of night, I suppose.” The comment is joking, but he takes it more seriously than you anticipated. The cloudy sky above brightens with his eyes.

You convene in shadowy alleys when no one’s looking, wasting away the hours as you mutually yearn for just a sliver of knowledge of the unknown, enthralled by the waves in the distance and what lies below and above and beside. Renjun sometimes whisks you away to a steep overlook that provides a panoramic view of the beach, the powdery sand so far beneath your bare feet gray enough to pass for finely packed pebbles. You find yourself melting into his embrace like the sea melts into the sky, blurring the already thin lines between air and water and between friendship and love. The way his fingers encircle your wrist with a curl like that of a cresting wave is telling enough on its own. His heart belongs to two bodies now.

You can’t help but notice all the similarities he bears to the element you’ve never lived a day of your life without seeing, without hearing the undulations of, without smelling or tasting the salty tang it brings to the air. Always moving, a force to be reckoned with, and evidently a possessor of the ability to travel far and wide on even the most fleeting of whims.

He’s utterly himself around the water, too. You’re almost positive he could effortlessly duck beneath the surface, take a breath, and his lungs would drink it in as if it was air. The only place he doesn’t feel like drowning is below the waves.

“Look!” Renjun points out an unfamiliar vessel tied down at the far end of the pier one day, sails torn in jagged lines as if they had been slashed by a larger-than-life creature. Upon closer examination, you find that the wooden bow of the sailboat is splintering and the windows into the cabin are shattered. The name carved into the hull is simply too faded for you to decipher the letters.

“This boat must’ve gone through hell and back,” you comment, your response delayed like an echo. “Who do you think it belongs to, anyway?”

He’s lost within a symphony of thoughts before he answers, “No one.”

Both incredulous and doubtful, you whip around to meet Renjun’s assured gaze. “No one ever comes and no one ever goes, it’s that simple. These same boats have been docked for years. They’ve belonged to the same families one decade after another.” The boy sighs, scanning the horizon for anything that might appear the slightest bit unusual. “The real question is where it came from.”

You have no answer for him.

“Regardless,” he speaks up again, quite matter of factly, “It’s ours now.”

“Ours?”

“Yes, ours. You said you’d sail away with me, right?”

It certainly isn’t the aspiration you would have envisioned yourself pursuing. You could have chosen to quietly obey, to live and work exactly as you were told by a community so rigid that you felt frozen to the bone. Not like the pleasant chill of the ocean, rather a restrictive pair of icy shackles, ever-tightening around your limbs and subduing your mutinous thoughts. But here you are, longing for a little something more both in life and with the only person that understands your heart’s deepest desires like they’re his own. And at their core, they are.

Without fear, Renjun takes a confident stride onto the boat’s deck, turning back to you and offering his hand as you mimic the action. “What are you waiting for?” He asks, eyes twinkling.

A warm thrill courses through your veins, growing hotter with each small preparation you make towards your inevitable departure. It’s an affair of many weeks, but at last you’ve gathered all of the necessary supplies and courage to carry out your plan.

The day finally comes, the day you’ll spring into action and take hold of your futures by the ropes, no one but yourselves telling you how or where to steer.

On the most moonlit night you’ve ever been alive to witness, you and Renjun both slip out from underneath your fraying comforters, unbeknownst to the rest of your households. Save for your two restless souls, the entire village is sound asleep, the unceasing lullaby of the tides casting its steadfast spell on bodies and minds like clockwork. Wooden floors so hollow and dusty that they barely creak under your weight, you successfully glide out your respective front doors in silence like translucent spirits.

No one else in the village had even acknowledged the foreign ship’s presence, but this shouldn’t surprise you, not in the slightest. The thick, colorless fog of life had long since settled around the shoulders of anyone and everyone who allowed it to, ensnaring them in a mind-numbing, monotonous routine. It blocks out the sun and the rain, the light and the darkness. It’s all so sickeningly the same. Empty eyes can’t pay any mind to their surroundings. Meanwhile, yours are full of hope, the brightest in the land.

In the distance, Renjun appears as vibrant and sprightly as ever. His form cascades down a flight of stone steps, leading from the sheer hills clustered with homes onto sea-level ground, and glides over the small dunes of sand separating you. He reaches the edge of the beach and your side a minute later, the thump of his heart keeping time with the tides. A nod, and you’re sprinting towards the docks, fingers trembling in excited anticipation.

It isn’t until after you’ve clumsily set sail that you see the ominous shadows of dark clouds laid out ahead, directly in your path. Even in the dead of night, a flash of distant lightning illuminates the world in a harshly jagged blaze for as far as the eye can see, as it strikes some unknown location out in front of the sailboat.

You’re certain the repairs you’ve spent days and nights working on with Renjun will be enough to keep the ship intact, despite the weather you’re sure to endure if you continue on this route. So you press on, missing the apprehension furrowing his eyebrows.

But because every force of nature has decided to convene against you both for reasons eternally unknown, the harsh winds weave their way in between the threads your careful hands had stitched on the canvas, meant to catch the breeze but being torn apart by it instead. Suddenly you’re struggling to hold on to your balance and you feel as flimsy as a leaf in a blustering current of cold, crisp wind.

Perhaps you should have practiced first. Renjun had not yet received a single ounce of training from his experienced father, and it was far from wise to leave the only life you’ve ever known without any knowledge of how to get to your next one. He’s trying to hide his panic now, wavering between the steering controls and warily glancing up at the gloomy midnight sky. One more flash of lightning, and all goes awry, all at once.

The water around you surges, as if physically drawn to the heavens, and more falls from above. Raindrops pelt down onto your arms and soak your hair, drenching the sails and filling the shallow hull almost instantly. Wave after towering wave crashes down, hard, and you’re no longer certain which way is up. About to lose your footing, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle like the snug hold of a life preserver.

Before all vitality can be lost and smothered by the raging ocean, a desperate Renjun holds fast to you, your thin clothes clinging to the damp skin of his hands. The storm is just too much, and there’s no way you’ll see the journey through like you had hoped. It’s difficult, excruciating even, to accept, and even more difficult for Renjun to let go of you like this. He’ll fight until the end, fight the fates and the invisible forces that life entails to hold you for just a few more seconds.

He won’t be able to live with himself, even in whatever afterlife may or may not come after the darkness he already sees, feels closing in on him, if he doesn’t sacrifice his last breath for a final moment of bliss, of you.

The sensation of Renjun’s wan lips pressing into yours overwhelms and surpasses all others, his palms tracing the edges of your figure like the tides trace the sandy shore. Urgently he draws you close up against him, trying his best to shield you from the inescapable terror of the sea. A lifetime’s worth of energy and emotion and passion is expended, making up for all the time in the world he wouldn’t and couldn’t have. The tang of saltwater meets your tongue, and you’re not sure if it’s the taste of him or of the ocean.

A weak tug on your palpitating heart, an internal scream in your ringing ears tells you that you should resent him for this, for propelling you forward in your apparently unachievable fantasies of living the life you wanted for yourself. But you don’t, you can’t. It’s no one’s fault, really. With this thought, a peaceful stillness washes over you amidst the chaos, and your awareness of the boy in your embrace fades steadily, slowly, then rapidly. Reality is getting paler, more black and white than ever, and you’re sinking further and further down towards the ocean floor miles below. The faint light of the moon becomes distorted from underneath the water, blurring with your failing vision. It all slips away, and then there’s nothing.

It’s a shame no one in the village takes notice of the two extra stars that blink into existence on that moonlit night, but yours and Renjun’s souls take their place among the rest, both a warning and a calling to anyone who dared attempt what you did. Two guiding lights pointing any other dreamers towards the hope of a better, brighter future.

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shapeshiftersandfire · 2 years

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You Should Have Listened

for @amonthofwhump‘s 12 Days of Whumpmas: Day 9: Nine Ladies Dancing: Forced to Perform

taglist: @crowned-avery

cw: mouth trauma, pet whump, lady whump, dehumanization, threats of additional punishment, blood, muzzle mention

It’s this Janeway hates the most, the afterparties. When Mariyna and some of her closer friends retire to a room away from the main hall, quieter and sound proofed with padded walls and carpeted floors, and where Janeway herself is their source of entertainment for the remainder of the evening.

She hates every minute of it.

Each afterparty has gotten progressively worse; the last such occasion, Janeway bit an unfortunate man who thought prying her mouth open had been a good idea. The festivities had ended immediately; Janeway spent the rest of the evening burning with rage behind a muzzle fastened securely around her face, and refused to perform any more for them.

That same man had been eyeing her wearily at dinner. He hasn’t forgotten.

Neither, as Janeway expected, has Mariyna.

The guests have already shuffled into the room. Before they enter, Marina jerks up on Janeway’s leash, yanking her aside with a firm grip on a handful of her hair. Janeway curls her lip.

“It would serve you well to be on your best behavior this evening, Katiya,” Mariyna snarls.

Janeway flinches as Mariyna’s fingers dig into her scalp. “Go to hell,” she hisses, her voice rusty with disuse, watching with satisfaction as Mariyna’s eyes burn with fury. It’s her one chance to show a little defiance.

“I assure you, Katiya,” her owner says dangerously, with another yank on her hair, “if you misbehave this night, you will be in hell long before I arrive.”

The threat doesn’t hold as much weight as Janeway thinks it should. She’s not afraid of what Mariyna will do to her, not really, not when the woman thus far has refused to leave any more marks on her after her initial belting.

“You’ll be there one way or the other,” Janeway answers. All in all, she would have earned eleven strikes. It’ll be worth it, being strung up and muzzled and whipped, just to see the fury in Mariyna’s eyes. Just to backtalk a little.

“So I will,” Mariyna agrees, and throws Janeway’s head to the side. How far they’ve come from the amicable conversation in the marketplace, where Mariyna was all too happy to teach Janeway every facet of Maalri culture, and where Janeway was all too happy to listen. “Behave,” she hisses. She swings open the heavy wood door with a creak, into the quiet, maroon-walled room.

Four high-ranking officials occupy the space, lounging about with tea or wine. A small fire burns in the hearth against the back wall.

The man Janeway had bitten is the first she sees in the loose circle of chairs. They make eye contact briefly before he looks away and finds his cup of Maalri tea more fascinating than the source of the night’s entertainment. Janeway smirks to herself.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Mariyna says cordially, as though she hadn’t just been threatening her pet. She tugs Janeway along behind her. The last available chair is adjacent to the bitten man; Mariyna settles down here, Janeway on her right, as far from the man as possible.

“Ambassador,” comes the response, with raised glasses.

“A lovely meal tonight, Mariyna.” Obriyet, a large, round man in a dark suit reminiscent of something from Ancient America’s 1800s, raises his glass to her a second time. “As always.”

“Of course.” Mariyna dips her head politely.

“And your dear Katiya!” Obriyet crows, taking a sip of wine. “Lovely as always.”

“Not so lovely when she has her teeth in my hand,” the skinny man in the corner protests, cradling his now-healed hand.

“Pah!” Obriyet waves him off. “Perhaps you should have thought better than to put your hand in her mouth. Forgive him, Katiya, Nikiya is a stupid, stupid man.”

Janeway dips her head in thanks. To Nikiya, she flashes her teeth.

The poor man practically climbs onto the back of his chair. He points fervently at Janeway. “See! She’s a menace! You keep her away from me, Mariyna!”

“Keep yourself away from her,” Obriyet counters, “and we’ll have no further accidents. Truly, Mariyna, you should have rewarded her for it.”

Mariyna’s fingers trail lightly through Janeway’s hair. “The thought had crossed my mind,” she admits. “But I can’t have her thinking she’s free to bite anyone, now can I? Much less myself.”

Another sip of wine. “I’ve raised many a dog in my time. They know who their masters are; they’ll not bite.”

“Yes, well,” Mariyna says, “Katiya is no ordinary dog, you know. She once fancied herself a starship captain.”

“Ah, yes,” the woman on Obriyet’s left says disdainfully, “Voyager.” She sips from her glass with a look of disinterest towards Janeway. “I will never understand how they went so long traipsing about the quadrant with her as their captain.”

Janeway burns with hatred. That’s her crew this woman disparages, her ship. Mariyna’s gag order doesn’t hold, she won’t let it, not when Stefiya sits there and berates Voyager. “We were trying to get home!”

“You are home now, little dog—”

“My name is Kathryn—”

Mariyna yanks on her collar. “Katiya—”

“Your name is what your mistress says your name is,” Stefiya says coolly. “And your mistress has said your name is Katiya. Now sit pretty for me, dear, and I’ll give you a sip of wine. Perhaps that will calm your puerile temper.”

Janeway refuses to move. She burns, hotter, with the indignity of it all, how dismissive this woman is. She stares the woman down with every ounce of fury she can muster. There’s nothing she wants from Stefiya, not her damn wine, not her pleasure at seeing her sit pretty. For once, the two words that have become as second nature to her as breathing don’t hold their sway over her.

Stefiya abandons her wine on a small table beside her chair. She leans forward, fixing Janeway with an intense golden stare. “Sit pretty.”

But she won’t, even as her muscles twitch to obey, she won’t, not as long as she remembers her name is Kathryn Janeway and not Katiya, that she’s captain of the Federation Starship Voyager and not a dog.

“Insolent mutt,” Stefiya hisses, eyes blazing. She stands from her chair and moves to retrieve her bag. “Since you cannot seem to put manners on your dog, Mariyna, I shall put them on her myself.”

This time Janeway freezes. She looks desperately to Mariyna. She knows, she knows this is going to end badly, there’s only one way anything with Stefiya ever ends and that’s badly.

But Mariyna isn’t looking at her. She’s watching Stefiya root around in her bag for something, but there’s something in her face that says she knows as well as Janeway that whatever Stefiya has in mind isn’t going to end well.

What Stefiya pulls out of her bag confuses Janeway far more than it frightens her. It’s nothing more than a glass ball, hollow by the looks of it, the way it shines in the firelight. About the size of a clementine, if Janeway had to guess.

She doesn’t understand what she’s supposed to do with it. Is Stefiya going to heat it up and make her hold it? Make her crush it? She quickly runs out of guesses.

Stefiya beckons her forward. Janeway, cautious, goes.

“You listen now,” Stefiya says, “but now is too late. Open your mouth.”

For a moment, all Janeway can do is stare. That...had not been one of the things that had crossed her mind. She looks to Mariyna, practically begging the ambassador for some guidance, for some hint that she shouldn’t follow Stefiya’s orders.

This will end badly, she tries to tell Mariyna without saying it. This will end badly, this woman means to injure me.

But Mariyna isn’t looking at her. Her eyes are on Stefiya, her expression hard and unreadable, but there’s a hint of concern in her eyes. As though she’s seen this before...and she knows exactly how it’s going to end.

“Katiya,” Stefiya says sharply. Janeway snaps to attention. “I am giving you orders for now, until your mistress says otherwise. Open your mouth.”

“Is this really necessary, Stefiya?” Obriyet protests as Janeway slowly begins to open her mouth. “The results are—”

“She must learn,” Stefiya snaps. “I’ll not have a dog raise her voice to me. Don’t you agree, Mariyna?”

Janeway looks to Mariyna, desperate for some kind of relief, but Mariyna’s eyes have gone cold, her expression has gone hard, and that says enough.

You should have behaved.

“Yes,” Mariyna says, her voice low and dangerous and frosted. “I do.”

The blood drains from Janeway’s face. Her heart lurches, her limbs go cold. And she knows, she knows, somewhere deep inside her, that Mariyna is right.

She should have listened.

“As do I.” Nikiya sneers at Janeway from his chair, sitting taller. “This will teach you to control your mouth, dog.”

Kathryn, she wants to snap with the little fire that flares inside her. It’s snuffed out just as quickly as it appeared. Everyone is against her here, no one will help her, not even Obriyet, who shakes his head and sits back, outnumbered. Nothing he says will turn the tide.

He, Janeway will remember, is the only one who looks even remotely apologetic.

And then she catches herself wondering what her life might be like if she’d been his dog instead.

“Open your mouth,” Stefiya orders.

Reluctantly, Janeway does. And Stefiya slides the hollow glass sphere into her mouth, settling it on her tongue. The cold of the glass in her mouth makes her shiver, and underneath that, fear— the fear of not knowing what Stefiya intends to do next.

“Don’t break it.” Stefiya wrenches Janeway’s head up. “A single crack in the glass, and I will ensure you never utter another word.”

Janeway freezes, just as she is, with as little pressure on the glass sphere as possible.

Stefiya stands and moves to pull something else from her bag, small and thin and metal; on one end, a tiny loop, and on the other, a sharp point. A sewing needle. Janeway watches, struggling to swallow against the glass sphere in her mouth, saliva dripping down one side of her chin, as Stefiya goes to the fire and puts the needle in. She stands there for a moment, waiting until the needle is a hot, burning red.

Janeway goes cold as Stefiya returns with the torched needle. Her mind races, scrambling to figure out the connection between the hot needle and the glass ball and each of them is worse than the last.

There’s no joy in the woman’s face as she crouches down to Janeway’s level, no smug satisfaction in teaching her a lesson. Janeway wants to beg and plead and cry, don’t do this, but she can’t not with the glass in her mouth, and not if she wants to risk angering Stefiya further.

The glass isn’t supposed to break yet, she knows it deep in her bones. Not without Stefiya’s instruction. Or action.

“Don’t swallow anything.”

Janeway sucks in a breath as the red needle is waved in front of her face. She wants to lean away, get as far from the burning metal as she can, but there are too many adversaries here for her to even consider it.

Stefiya will punish her further, here and now.

Mariyna will add her own punishment later, when they’re alone.

Stefiya angles the needle forward, pointing at Janeway’s face, and for one moment Janeway is certain the needle is going to miss its mark and go elsewhere in her face instead. It comes closer, closer, the heat just barely radiating off the thin strip of metal, a touch warm near her lips and the roof of her mouth, until it tap the glass—

She hears the pop—

The pain catches up to her.

Hot blood runs over her tongue, hotter glass is embedded in every corner of her mouth, it’s in her mouth, her tongue her gums her cheeks it’s everywhere she can’t get it out can’t get it out blood on the carpet down her throat can’t get the glass out

She reels, screaming, swiping at her mouth, spitting into the carpet it drives the glass deeper everything hurts she can’t get it out can’t get it out get it out get it out get it out

There’s screaming in the background, maybe it’s hers, it’s echoing in her ears, she can’t ask for help, it’s in her tongue, she can’t get it out, Mariyna help me! Get it out get it out get it out get it out somebody help me!

“Katiya! Katiya, stop!” Hands around her wrists, prying her hands down from her mouth. She shakes her head, the glass is still there she can’t get it out why won’t they let her get it out—

She leans her head into Mariyna’s shoulder, sobbing, shaking, bleeding, why won’t she take the glass out, she’ll do anything, please Mariyna please I’ll do anything if you take it out

“You agreed she needed to learn, Mariyna.”

Please please please I’ll do whatever you want take it out I’ll do anything

Janeway screams, shakes her head, hot pain running through her mouth, the taste of metal flooding her mouth I’ll do anything!

“This is excessive—”

“She’ll remember it.”

Please help me I’ll do anything I’ll be good take it out take it out take it out Mariyna please take it out I’ll do anything I’ll do anything

“All of you get out. This evening is finished.” Mariyna scoops Janeway into her arms, and carries her from the room.

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Janeway sits hunched in the tub, mouth open while Mariyna pries out the smaller shards of glass. Blood and tears run down Janeway’s face; sharp pain runs through her mouth with each piece Mariyna pulls. The woman doesn’t say anything as she works, but keeps a gentle hand on Janeway’s face, tipping her head up and down, left and right as needed.

I told you! Janeway wants to scream, if not for the exhausting pain in her mouth. I told you she wanted to hurt me. But Mariyna hadn’t listened, not until Stefiya had shattered the glass between Janeway’s teeth. She whines as Mariyna pries out a particularly deep shard.

The woman holds the edge of a glass up to her mouth. “Rinse.” It’s the most she’s said thus far.

Janeway obediently, slowly, takes a sip of room temperature water, swishes it around in her mouth, and spits bloodied water into the tub. She idly watches it swirl down the drain, mouth swollen and throbbing, and leans her head against the edge of the tub.

Was it worth it? she wonders, as the water begins to clear. The taste of metal trickles into her mouth again. Was it worth fighting with Stefiya?

Mariyna sighs. “I’m sorry, Katiya.”

Janeway raises her head, heavy with pain and blood, and slowly blinks at Mariyna. Had she really heard that right? I’m sorry. Sorry for what? For not listening when Janeway tried to tell her that hollow glass ball in her mouth was going to end badly?

Her owner’s face blurs a little. It’s either the tears brewing she hasn’t let herself cry, or it’s the sheer exhaustion kicking in, held off only by the hot, pulsing pain in her mouth. Her tongue is too swollen to make any kind of reply, silent or otherwise. She winces at the feeling of phantom glass embedded in her gums.

She makes a nondescript sound.

She’s the one who should be sorry, not Mariyna. She’s the one who hadn’t listened when Mariyna told her be on your best behavior, when Mariyna had yanked on her collar to get her to stop.

She should have listened. She should have behaved.

She didn’t. And now she feels very, very sorry.

“For tonight,” Mariyna answers, as though Janeway asked a question. She runs one hand over Janeway’s head, the heat of her skin adding to the heat already pulsing through Janeway’s skin. “I should have known better than to let her toy with you.”

For tonight. Janeway rips her head from Mariyna’s hand, slower and clumsier than she wants, and turns to spit blood into the tub. Bitterness and hatred burn in her chest, hotter than the cuts in her mouth. Psychologically tearing her apart is perfectly fine, then. Tearing her from her life, from her crew, from Voyager. All of that is okay, evidently.

Another sigh. This one sounds like disappointment.

“Come, Katiya. Let me finish. I’ll put you to bed soon enough.”

Janeway sluggishly raises her head toward Mariyna, letting her chin fall into her owner’s hand, letting her thumb slip into her mouth to pry it open when all Janeway wants to do is close it and rest her head against the side of the tub.

She doesn’t get that relief. Instead she gets more of Mariyna poking around inside her mouth. More blood on her tongue.

She flinches as Mariyna pulls something from under her tongue.

One more glass shard. One more reason Janeway was right.

#amow twelve days of whumpmas #nine ladies dancing #forced to perform #star trek: voyager #kathryn janeway #captain janeway #ambassador mariyna #mouth trauma #pet whump #lady whump #dehumanization #blood #there was one line i read in a fic on ao3 that inspired this entire thing #yes it was about the glass in janeway's mouth #to tame a wolf

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bird-likes-to-fandom · 3 years

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Covered in Storms, Surrounded by Eyes - Chapter Four

Previous chapters: One, Two, Three

Summary: Percy finds out why the water has been so weird lately... and he gets claimed a few minutes later.

Warnings: Minor Violence

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Night Two of sleeping in a bed rather than a sleeping bag, and Percy was still having weird nightmares. He dreamt of the ocean, and two waves. One wave seemed to be coaxing the other one, which was smaller, into something it didn’t want to do. The second wave glowed with defiance for a moment, and pushed toward the bigger wave. The bigger wave washed over the smaller one, and the smaller one gave a sound that was eerily close to a reluctant yet compliant sigh, but then a hurricane ripped through out of nowhere, destroying the two waves.

He woke up not long after, and the day went pretty normal… well, until dinner.

See, the beach had been acting worse than it was already, and Marina was going crazy trying to figure out why. “It’s like she can’t tell me what’s happening,” She had said at one point. “I can’t tell if she’s excited or distressed. Either way, it’s likely a warning.” She kept saying that. A warning. Whatever Marina’s mom was trying to say, it was a premonition of something dangerous or bad happening. Percy didn’t particularly want that.

Celia had been fussing over Marina all day, trying to get her to calm down. As an unofficial child of Hypnos, she had admitted to Percy that she was worried about accidentally putting Marina to sleep. Percy told her it wouldn’t be the worst thing, since Marina hadn’t been getting much sleep lately anyway.

But the wind started acting up around dinner, which was weird, since the camp’s magical borders should have prevented that. Chiron was about to cancel the campfire when everything stopped and a woman walked out of the lake, at least twenty feet tall.

The woman did a cartwheel, and one of her legs hit Cabin One. If Percy squinted, it looked like a freak rainstorm rather than the leg of a giant goddess. “Oops,” She giggled when she stood up. She didn’t sound very sorry. She shrunk down to the size of a regular person, confusing Percy on if the ‘oops’ was because she smashed in the ceiling of Zeus’ cabin or because she was five times the size of everyone at camp.

Everyone was silent for about ten seconds before the campers started screaming. They were accusing the woman in front of them of being a phonos or a téras. Percy understood that those words meant killer and monster, respectively, as if they didn’t know she was a goddess and not a child of the Big Three. Chiron was visibly panicked, and Mr. D just looked annoyed. Out of all the chaos, Percy’s eyes latched onto Marina, who walked out of the crowd and knelt before the goddess’ feet. He unconsciously followed suit, just because it felt right.

The goddess laughed delightedly, and thunder clapped overhead.

Looks like Zeus just saw his cabin, Percy thought to himself. “Stand up, you two! The rest of you, kneel!” The goddess’ voice boomed, and the campers (much to Percy’s surprise) obeyed. Percy and Marina stood up awkwardly, and he noticed that she looked more nervous than he thought possible for her. The goddess basked in the kneeling campers for a moment, but Chiron broke the silence.

“Lady Kymopoleia… What, praytell, are you doing here?” Chiron’s voice was weary and just a little bit worried, like when Yancy’s Headmaster would come in while he was teaching something that wasn’t in the curriculum. At her name, some of the campers stiffened, mostly those from the Hermes cabin. They recognized her.

Well, Percy sure didn’t, but he got the feeling that that didn’t really matter right now.

“Are you a child of the Big Three?” Someone asked. Percy facepalmed, and Marina whirled around angrily, marching up to the kid to probably cuss him out. Kymopoleia chuckled. It was sort of maniacal. “Why yes, Caleb Hansen from Cabin Thirteen, I am. Poseidon is my father.”

The camp started to riot and scream again, and Kymopoleia didn’t seem to enjoy it any less. Marina left Caleb and joined Percy once again, grabbing his hand. “This isn’t good,” She whispered, “why is she here?” Percy squeezed her hand, trying to give her comfort. Annabeth stood up and walked over to Percy, with his other friends in tow. “Why is there a goddess in our camp?” She asked. “More specifically,” Beau piped up and pointed at Marina, “why is your mom in our camp?”

Percy looked up at Kymopoleia, and, sure enough, she had the same wicked, lightning filled teal eyes as her daughter. Marina grimaced. “I don’t know. She wouldn’t come here unless it really benefited her, or…” She trailed off, looking sick. “Silence!” Kymopoleia commanded, “While Poseidon is my father, I am a goddess. And some of you little cretins have upset me very much by not recognizing me as such, so…” She snapped her fingers and tiny cyclones descended and scooped up a few campers. Chiron looked pained, but Dionysus was laughing. The campers had started screaming again. “Oh, please,” Kym (because that name was too hard to both spell and pronounce, and way too long in Percy’s humble opinion) groaned, “I wasn’t going to kill them. But yes, I am Kymopoleia, goddess of violent storms and waves, and I claim Perseus Jackson as my son!”

Percy froze in place, but turned his head to Kym. She claimed him as her what now?

Marina had also frozen, but she looked like she was going through a million different feelings at once. “Oh! And I also officially claim Marina Gaye-Johnson, but you already knew she was mine.” Kym smiled brightly, and Percy wondered if the nickname was inappropriate now. But… he had a father. His mom - his real mom, Sally - told him that. Why would she lie?

“Percy…!” Annabeth warned, her voice slowly rising. “Watch out!” Beau exclaimed, grabbing Celia and running. A huge wave was about to crash over them. If Percy didn’t stop it, it would flood the camp. She raised his hands, sort of like Celia did when she put those campers to sleep, and tried to think of calm things. The water lapping gently at the shore at Montauk, his mother baking blue cookies when Gabe was away on business trips, picking strawberries with Celia and the dryads. He made a downward motion to calm the wave, and it worked. The water receded back into the lake. He looked up at Kym, who was frowning.

“Hm. Well, you do have the power to stop a giant wave or storm. Too bad you can’t create one yet. Marina can teach you!” Kymopoleia said happily. Marina was shaking her head and looking numb. “Mother… is that really all you’re here for?” She asked. Kym smiled, walking to her daughter. Which… made her Percy’s sister. He’d never had a sister before. He hoped he wouldn’t screw it up with her. “Old Pops said it was okay for my children to use his cabin, since they’re his grandchildren and I don’t have a cabin here!” Kym’s voice filled with distaste at the end, and her eyes flashed dangerously at Mr. D, as if he was the reason she didn’t have a cabin. Mr. D rolled his eyes.

“Er, Lady Kymopoleia,” Chiron said, “could you put the campers in your storms down and have the others rise?” Kym seemed to think about it for a moment before snapping her fingers, turning twenty feet tall again, grabbing the campers out of their mini storms (completely unharmed), dissipating the mini storms, setting the campers down, and disappearing.

“Rise!” Mr. D called irritably to the campers who were still kneeling in fear. “I suppose Marinara Gell-Jackson and Perry Johannson have to move into Cabin Three now, the brats. Will anyone volunteer to help them?”

Luke, Annabeth, Beau, and Celia raised their hands. Percy felt a little numb as they marched to the Poseidon Cabin, and a lot confused. “Celia?” He asked, falling back in line so he could talk to her. “Yes?” “I know you said gods can change forms, and they can have kids with mortals of their same presenting gender, but… My mom always said I had a father. Why would she lie?” He asked. Celia shrugged. “I don’t know, Percy. I haven’t really been here long enough to figure out anything about the gods, just what people tell me. Ask Marina, maybe? She’s been here longer than me. And Annabeth longer than her, so you could ask her. Though she’s an Athena kid, which means this is probably the one thing she’s not well versed in when it comes to the gods.” She suggested.

Percy tilted his head. What did that mean? Why wouldn’t Annabeth know about the gods falling in love with mortals? Wasn’t that how all demigod children came to be? Maybe it was different with Athena.

Wait.

She was an eternal maiden, wasn’t she?

… how did he get on that train of thought again? Never mind.

“Hey, Marina?” Percy asked. Marina’s shoulders tensed, and she almost dropped the box she was holding. “Yeah?” She asked without turning to Percy. He scratched the back of his neck. “Um, my mom - the mortal one, that is - she always said I had a dad. Why… why would she lie about that?” “Don’t know, kid. The gods are impossible to understand. Maybe Mom changed forms or something. Ask Luke.” She said, and Percy frowned. What was her deal? Sure, she had been a little closed off most of the time Percy had known her, but now she just sounded angry for no reason. Percy didn’t really care enough to ask Luke. Maybe no one really knew.

“Speaking of Luke,” Marina said, “why are you here again?” She asked. Luke smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a softie. As your former counselor, I wanted to give you a proper sendoff. It’s also not often that a minor god gets to claim their kids and have them stay in their own cabin. And even less often that they get to stay in one of the Olympian’s cabins.” “And even less often that those children of minor gods get to stay in a Big Three cabin.” Annabeth added.

Marina narrowed her eyes. “Why are you here, Athena girl?” “She’s my friend,” Percy insisted, grabbing Annabeth’s arm. Annabeth narrowed her eyes back at Marina, then turned to Percy. “Friend? We barely know each other.” “Oh my god, I’m trying to be nice here, Wise Girl.” Percy rolled his eyes. He walked over to Celia and Beau, who were looking through old boxes.

“What are those?” Percy asked. Marina hadn’t brought those ones in. “They were in here before we came in,” Beau said. “I think they belonged to the children of Poseidon before…” Beau trailed off with a pained expression. “Before what?” Percy asked, a pit forming in his stomach. “Before the ban on Big Three kids.” Celia supplied helpfully. How did she know that? Why wouldn’t anybody tell Percy anything?

“Where did they go when they were banned? This is the only safe place for demigods.” Percy asked. “Elysium, for some of them, hopefully for more than some. Punishment for others.” Luke said darkly, coming up from behind Percy and making him jump. “They died? How? Once the ban was enacted, did they all just drop to the floor or was it like… poof!?” Percy asked, taking a step back against the boxes. Luke’s eyes darkened. “No one today except for the immortals really knows what happened, but the stories all have one common theme. It wasn’t painless, and they were killed by their own fathers.” He said. Percy gasped, horrified, and turned to the boxes.

No. He couldn’t look through them right now. Whatever was inside used to belong to kids who were killed by the very same gods who were supposed to protect them, their own fathers. One of them was the patron of the cabin Percy was staying in.

He was going to be sick.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #marina johnson #celia smith #beau rivera #pjo chiron #pjo kymopoleia #pjo dionysus #bird likes to write #covered in storms #poor percy nobody tells him anything :((

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mira-shard · 4 years

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Fluff Alphabet (Marina X Jae edition)

Thanks for tagging me @mizutoyama! 💖

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A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) The first attractive thing Marina noticed was Jae's defiance of the rules. She strongly believes rules shouldn't always be followed. One of the most attractive things is how loyal Jae is to his family. Jae loves Marina's sense of adventure and loyalty. During their first trip to knockturn alley, she almost immediately became ride or die for him and loyalty means a lot to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Both of them always thought they'd grow up to have a family. But when the wizarding war came they decided to wait until everything was over and settled down. But life had other plans as it turns out Marina was pregnant during the final battle at Hogwarts. Once things had settled down they decided to expand their family when they both felt it was safe enough to do so.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) Preferbably with Jae on his back and Marina on top of him. Marina's very clingly while cuddling and Jae likes being able to grab a drink while cuddling cause she ain't getting up for hours (Not like he actually minds)

D= Dates (What are dates with them?) As long as it's the two of them and they're having fun away from the castle? It's a date. Sometimes when they're joking around they call detention a date.

E= Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) Marina: You're my safe place. Jae: You're my partner in crime. Marina: .... This shit is equally dope. Jae & Marina: You won't believe the kinda shit that comes out of this kid's throat (I had to, they totally would)

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) Alright, so I actually wanted to write a two shot fic about them realising their feelings for one another but basically; Marina realised it when he was comforting her after she broke down from the pressure of the portrait vault. When Jae told her she was just one girl and that it's okay to take a step back for her own sake, she felt really seen and vulnerable and that made her realise it. Jae realised his feelings during a divination class. They were paired up together and sure, he thought she was attractive but when he noticed how sweaty his palms were and she just took his mind of it by talking about a prank they could pull on Pitts or adding something other than sandwhiches to the menu. It was those little things that made him think "Oh, shit. I love her."

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) Iiiiiiii honestly don't know if this question is like, slightly NSFW?? But considering it's the fluff alphabet XD Yes, they're quite gentle with one another. Sometimes they can play a bit rough, like wrestling or shoving one another, but most of the time they're careful around each other.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) They actually rarely hold hands. They prefer to link arms cause, well, when you're walking through knockturn alley it's quicker to draw your wand that way. Plus Marina likes staying as close as possible.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) Marina immediately noticed Jae was a joker during their first detention together. When they talked about the things they did to get into detention she thought he was sneaky and someone who would sell her out to Dumbledore for a galleon. Luckily, he proved her that that assumption was completely incorrect. Jae thought she was kinda cueless when he saw her stare at the bread in confusion. He assumed she never had to do it before and was probably a rich kid who would complain about detention. Some of their first assumptions about each other are completely inaccurate but they got ofter those assumptions once they spent more time together.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) Marina gets jealous easier than Jae does. Marina's jealousy mostly stems from her own insecurity and can be a little bit petty about it, but Jae isn't one to avoid confrontation and calls her out on it if she's acting up when they're in private. Jae rarely gets jealous cause he's quite easy going and is confident in Marina's feelings about him. On the rare occasion that he does get jealous, Marina noticed quickly and gets a bit more affectionate and PDA to reassure him non verbally.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) Some quick pecks during detention or in the library are quite common. But the longer ones are in places where they can be alone, both prefer privacy and aren't that much into PDA. Unless Jae is in a teasing mood. As for their first kiss, it was in the restricted section of the library. The two snuck in to find something they could use with either the vaults or useful information. Marina noticed a book she also had at home that she loved reading as a child. She started fangirling slightly cause it's very advanced magic and Jae thought she looked so adorable, like a kid in a candy store, so he couldn't help himself and kissed her.

L= Love (Who says ‘I love you first?) Marina did, in their seventh year. I still need to figure out a few of the details there.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) Probably will be the summer festival side quest. Will definetely write a one shot about it once it comes out. But for now I'd say the time they made fudge together for Pitts.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?) Jae gives small gifts from time to time, like a banned item he think she'd like or find useful. Most of his gifts are practical or cute. Sometimes he wishes he could spoil her more but Marina reminds him she prefers his company over anything material. Marina comes from a very wealthy family and loves spoiling her friends, but sometimes she takes it a bit too far. Jae doesn't mind it that much but had to explain to her that sometimes he prefered a hug over some kind of expensive item. That conversation took place a few times before Marina finally managed to reel it in. (She still goes all out on occasions like Christmas or Jae's birthday-)

O= Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) Marina immediately thinks of yellow, cause of the signarture "gold" hoodie. Jae thinks of purple, without a doubt.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) They only started using pet names to tease one another but somewhere along the line they started saying some of them unironically. Mostly in private, tho. Marina's usual pet name for Jae is "darling," and Jae only ever really calls her "kitten." Altho that one is purely to tease her for her animagus form.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) Exploring Hogwarts. The castle is very old and has more secret passways and tunnels than they could probably ever find.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) So there's a hidden room in the dungeon that's under the black lake and is entirely made of glass. The ceiling, the floor, the walls, you can see trough it all, as if you were in the lake. These two love to just go there and stare at all the mermaids and sea life that goes by while they sneak in some blankets, pillows and some butterbeer.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

When Marina is upset, physhical affection works almost always. Something as simple as holding her for a few minutes calms her down pretty often. She just needs a safe spot to let all the tears out.

When Jae gets sad, he rants to let it out. He paces around in the room while ranting and Marina listens quietly. Once he's done she'll pull him in for a hug and tries to talk about whatever the issue is. If Jae doesn't want to talk about it, she'll start making stupid, corny jokes to make him laugh.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Practically anything. For Jae it's cooking, pranks, how to bend the rules, hobbies and interest and funny/weird things he noticed. Marina loves talking about advanced magic, gossip she learned from the mermaids, quidditch or joking around in general.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) Jae likes to take long walks outside of the castle to help him relax. Marina prefers to stay in a room with some music on, where she won't have to do anything but just breathe. If they both need to relax they often just take a quaffle and toss it around while making small talk.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) Jae likes to brag from time to time, most of the times it's about a new recipe that he got in one try, or an especially difficult item that he managed to sneak in. Marina mainly brags about things related to quidditch. Only very sometimes when people are being annoying she brags about the cursed vaults to make a point.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) Hehehehe, no spoilers ;)

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) Can't help but immediately think of Rollercoaster by Bleachers, not sure why. They don't really have a song yet, but maybe that'll change?

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) Honestly? Neither never thought about it seriously in the beginning. It's about two years after they graduated when they decide together that they'll start considering it but sadly then rumors about voldemort returning showed up.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) Marina wanted a kneazle, Jae a crup pup. They end up getting both and named them, ironically, Merlin and Arthur.

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Tagging @hanihonii perhaps you would like to do it~? Cause I wanna know more about Stephanie and Ben 👀

#jae kim #marina willow #fluff alphabet #marina x jae #jae x marina #hogwarts mystery mc #hphm #hphm mc #hphm jacob's sibling #jacob's sibling

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unofficial-sean · 1 year

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If anyone knows what these worm-like creatures are (not pictured in the thumbnail), do let me know!

#rov-e7-4-23 #lepidopsetta bilineata #rock sole #rockfish #sculpin #plumose anemone #farcimen #red rock crab #cancer productus #puget sound #marine biology #point defiance marina #tacoma #wa #pnw #washington #chasing m2

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gabedonohoe · 7 years

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We should climb around in this place.

#Tacoma #Washington #Gifs #Gif #Dock #Docks #Water #Gabe Donohoe #Fence #The Point Defiance Marina

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faakeid · 4 years

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im the anon who mentioned how j0ngin been weird lately and i saw ANOTHER photo of suprm with j0ngin doing a ✌️ and not the M so i’m really beginning to think this might be a sign of defiance? now that ive read your other anons’ points on his openness regarding kd i think im not alone. mentioning ksoo out of the blue seemed like a big fuck you to sm. maybe this does sound delusional but i think exols on twitter are picking up on it too. he’s being a bit too brave

It reminds me of those old Marina Joyce videos where she showed stuff and always looked in fear to the camera so anyone could save her.

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angelheartcottage · 5 years

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Tacoma Marina & Point Defiance Park. #thechroniclesoffarnia #thingssoamazeme #makemagic #becurious #discover #marina #tacomamarina #pointdefiance #perfectday #art #clouds #view #boats https://www.instagram.com/p/B0FoGDDAm3b/?igshid=1x1wp9whwebgy

#thechroniclesoffarnia #thingssoamazeme #makemagic #becurious #discover #marina #tacomamarina #pointdefiance #perfectday #art #clouds #view #boats

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MOBILE MECHANICS OF OMAHA PROVIDES THE BEST JUNK CAR REMOVAL SERVICES TO THEIR VALUED CUSTOMERS: 1. Removal of old vehicle from your home or business 2. Many recycling locations and junk car lots offer big money for metal and scraps from abandoned vehicles. Towing and Roadside assistance tows cars to destination of your choice. 3. The environment will benefit from the removal of metallic pollutants and leaking oil and gas. 4. Eliminates potential of injuries from sharp metal edges and broken glass 5. Rid your property of the eyesore of a decaying vehicle

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