#something something blood and sharks n stuff

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Black ocean cold & dark // I am the the hungry shark // Fast and merciless-

Lydia // Highly Suspect

Listen I had to make this cringefail girlie serve to feel better about liking him so damn much -w-;;

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request: single mom reader decides to loan shark from natasha’s mob. when reader can’t pay back the loan, natasha’s men capture and beat her. natasha sees reader among the criminals and drug dealers who also haven’t payed back their loans, and excuses her, forgiving her debt.

Title: The Oversight

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 2799

Warnings: Drug use, kidnapping, guns, choking, threats, blood, horrible grammar.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

[a/n: Yeah, I kind of feel like this needs a part two. Let me know what you guys think and if you're interested]

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Each breath you drew in spurred a sharp stitch in your side. They came in rapid succession, even as you struggled to recall the fuzzy details that usually calmed you down. Your first street name. What you called your first pet. The name of your second-grade teacher. They all swirled foggily, unable to recall.

Your mouth tasted metallic cotton and your heartbeat was pulsing through your entire body. Counting the thrums hadn’t helped either, you gave up as you rolled your neck in a snow circle. The dried blood that hardened against the side of your face, your cheek, and down the expanse of your collarbone crackled at the soft movement.

The room that housed you was pitch black. It was hard to tell when you opened your eyes, tears welling up and dripping down your face onto your uniform. Your arms were bound behind your back, shoulders screaming in protest and fingers going numb from the cold. Your small noises echoed. Wherever you were was impossibly vast.

The next breath that escaped you was deeper than the rest. Not necessarily calm, but enough for you to take stock of the situation; there were flashes of you leaving the diner where you worked nothing short of twelves. It had just rained, and the air was humid. You dropped your keys and bent down to pick them up.

Before you could insert them into the lock, something hard had come down on your temple. There was a rush of heat sloshing down your face and a moment later, as you looked up at the sky, the steel tip of a boot took the rest of your consciousness.

That didn’t bother you. You were fine, a little banged up, but fine. Your daughter was left with the sitter. It could have been hours, maybe even a day. Your stomach clenched in hunger, and you drifted in and out of lucidity. They’d left you un-gagged but you didn’t have it in you to scream. You had a sinking feeling that no one would hear you anyway.

You’d flinched when the first 500-volt lamp let out a sharp hiss before flipping on. You shrunk into yourself, blinking away the sudden burst of white light that filled the room. It was directed towards you, and the rest of the space was still a frustratingly thick darkness. You couldn’t see who had turned them on, but they could see you.

The boots that walked across the floor were loud. They echoed like your earlier sobs. A metal chair was being dragged, and the sound was piercing. It did nothing to aide your aching head. You were thankful to see something other than pitch black, however big the danger.

You recognized the man who was in front of you. His outline flickered solidly. He looked rougher than you did; dirty-blonde hair, and stubble. There was a bandage across the center of his nose, on his fingertips, as if he’d fisted the razor while shaving. His purple T-shirt was covered by a dusty-brown leather jacket. His stare was hard, emotionless.

“You’re awfully quiet for a hostage.” He said, straddling the chair he had dragged over. His chest rested against the metal backing. “You can scream if you want. Wear yourself down. It’ll make this a lot easier.”

“What is this?” You asked instead of taking him up on his offer.

He was familiar to you. Clint. He came into the diner every Wednesday and Friday night like clockwork. He’d order a roast beef on rye with Swiss cheese and extra dressing on the side. He’d suck down two beers with his meal and tipped generously.

Sometimes he was with the man they called ‘The Winter Soldier’. You’d always found the name laughable, but the rumors about him were enough for you to hold your tongue. He never ate but would sometimes order a diet coke and sip it while Clint spoke through large bites of food.

Law enforcement wouldn’t’ touch Bucky Barnes, and your boss would typically comp whatever he ordered. A few months ago, you had shared your first words with him behind the diner. The air stunk of rotted food and hardly counted as fresh air. However, it was a few degrees cooler than the kitchen.

He had offered you a cigarette, one already perched between his lips, a zippo lighter at the ready in his other hand. You declined with the shake of your head, and a quiet ‘no thank you’. There was an uncomfortable silence, but it was better than the damp warmth of the kitchen. A sweet, burning scent filled your nose when he lit his cigarette and let the smoke curl around the two of you like a slack rope.

“You work hard in there.” Bucky said, taking a long inhale. He held it within his lungs, voice pinched. “Harder than anyone else I’ve seen in a while.”

You weren’t about to tell him about your daughter, not with his reputation, or the small smattering of pink scars across his chiseled features. So, you nodded instead. The number of tips you got in the broken down, greasy diner was the difference between two meals and one. So, you smiled sweetly and laid on the southern accent even though you’d only spent a short stint in Georgia when you were eighteen. It was easy to perfect.

“I bet you could name my order right now.”

“You don’t order.”

“I don’t trust the food.” He shrugged listlessly, a lazy smile against his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“That’s a good call.”

He laughed at your honesty, and it was a nice sound. He disarmed you and that was worrying. Bucky let the cigarette sizzle out in a puddle at his feet. He used the tip of his steel-toed boot to grind the paper into damp ash.

“You wouldn’t’ have to work so hard if you had some extra cash, would you?”

The question caught you off guard and you couldn’t stifle the vicious glare that you gave him. Your break was almost over, and you could have, should have, walked back into the restaurant to finish the rest of your shift. Bucky lifted his hands up as a peace offering.

“Look, lady, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. All I’m saying is, you’re not blind to what happens in there, the type of people that frequent this place. You’ve always turned a blind eye and that’s something my boss appreciates. Something she trusts.”

“And who exactly is your boss?”

He tsked “I can’t tell you that, sweetheart. But she wants to make you an offer, she wants to offer you a loan. You’re what? Three months behind on rent? She’ll front that for you and the following two.”

You took a deep breath of stale air. It was a tempting offer, even if it came in the form of a seedy enforcer in an even seedier alleyway. You were three days from getting evicted. Three days from ending up on the streets in a neighborhood that didn’t’ have a single safe one.

“What’s the catch?” You asked.

“Catch? There’s no catch. This is a friendly loan. All you’ve gotta do is pay it back when you’re on your feet again.”

It was an oversight, not asking for a concrete timeline. You hadn’t paid Bucky’s boss back yet, and over the next few months, there were stifled threats, and both Bucky and Clint watched you carefully at the job that you still worked like nothing had changed. The feeling of being indebted lingered, but this time, it was to an unknown entity instead of a landlord that was ultimately harmless.

Everything needed to be paid back in full. These were thousands you didn’t have. And now, two weeks after the initial threat, you were strapped to a metal chair with blood dripping down the sound of your face, in despite need of a drink of water.

Clint was harmless compared to The Winter Soldier, but his muscles still flexed under his shirt as he pulled his jacket off and let it fall to the dusty floor illuminated in blue light. “I would prefer not to get that dirty. It’s genuine leather, you know?”

You glowered at him as he stood and took a few more steps towards you. He looked relatively harmless each time you’d seen him in the diner. Sometimes he had a girl with him, a slight thing that was just as littered in scars as he was. She would order a plate of bacon that was cooked to a crisp and split it with a golden retriever that laid at their feet.

When his wrapped knuckles made contact with your cheek, your head clocked in the opposite direction. There was a sharp pain in your jaw, a ringing in your ear. He had slammed into the same side of your face as earlier, and you lost vision for a second.

Blood filled your mouth, and you spit the mix of saliva, bile, and blood onto the floor. There was a drain in the center and that worried you more than anything else. Your breathing came fast and hard and you glared at him, teeth stained pink.

“Is that all?” You asked him.

It was stupid, you knew it was stupid. But it bothered you more than anything that you had gotten yourself wrapped up in this. Your father was no stranger to the mob, and you should have seen it from a mile away. The fear he lived with. Until the day he died, he would look over his shoulder and you refused to do the same.

Clint grabbed your face, squeezing hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “You’re a tough chick, huh? I think we both know why you’re here. All you have to do is get the money and all of this vanishes.”

“I don’t have the money.” Your words were garbled between his fingers. “You’re sure as fuck not going to get it if you kill me.”

“Kill you?” Clint unhanded you and let out a laugh. “Kill you, she says. No, we’re not going to kill you, she would never get her money that way… your daughter on the other hand.”

You pulled against the ropes, and they dug painfully into you. The chair was liable to break, but it had been bolted to the floor. It was much stronger than the one he’d dragged over. The mix of anger and fear that had rushed over you pulled away any thought of lingering aches and pains. Be damned to the head trauma.

Your teeth were gritted, voice a low hiss “Leave her the fuck out of this.”

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“I swear to you, I will get your money, I just need time. I’m not… You can keep me under surveillance as collateral, take my car, my apartment- just leave her out of this.”

Clint gripped your throat with his calloused hand, your ability to breathe became more difficult, half-moon nails digging into your flesh. It stung fiercely, and you let out a gurgle in response. “Or she could be our collateral. I think she’d make a great enforcer, with the proper education, that is.”

Is that what happened to the girl that ate lunch with Clint at the diner? She didn’t looked like she was there against her will, but there was an immense sadness to her eyes. Clint hadn’t released you yet and your vison was growing fuzzy at the edges.

“Let her go,”

Your chest was burning at this point and when he pulled his hand back you tried desperately to regain your sense of lucidity. You coughed, nearly vomiting as he took a long stride backwards, seemingly put into his place with a simple sentence.

Over the ringing of your ears, you heard the sharp click of heels. They were confident, and your chin dropped to your chest as you panted in succession, spit dripping in strings from your lips. You didn’t have the strength to look up, your head was pounding.

“I think that’s enough,” Her voice was smooth, just the smallest bit of an accent in her words. You couldn’t place it, but you couldn’t tell which way was up at this point. “You’re dismissed.”

“Oh, come on Natasha, I was just having a little fun.”

“Dismissed, Clint.”

There was a labored sigh and the sound of his footsteps retreating. It brought little relief to you, however. You felt as if you had traded one evil for another. Eventually, you lifted your head to stare at the ceiling. The stranger hadn’t said anything, and the pitch dark above was more desirable to the unknown.

You heard her sit down and felt her eyes watching you. The swimming in your head started to dissipate so you clocked her with a stare. The woman in front of you was angelic, in such a way that you figured Clint’s choking stunt had actually done you in.

Her stare was an unripe green rimmed in gold, her cheekbones carved from marble. There was a beautiful softness to her expression, and her deep red hair flowed over her shoulders in a waterfall of color. She was studying you, not phased by the cold of the room.

The woman wore a black t-shirt, deep slashes of ink peaking from the dip of the V-neck. You didn’t’ let your eyes linger long. It was a marking that you’d seen on Clints bicep and on Buckey’s hand. You hadn’t gotten a chance to clock it on the girl that was kept in their company.

“Is this the part where you come in with your good cop schtick?” You mumbled.

“Darling, Clint is the good cop.”

“Nice, I like it.” You rolled your shoulders back, fighting the stiffness “Bad cop and worse cop is much more effective.”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you for someone in your position. Thousands of dollars in debt and seemingly no way to pay back my money. It’s not a good spot to be in, Y/n.”

Natasha stood from the chair, her muscles straining at the action. In a fluid motion, she pulled a black standard issue handgun from the space between her skin and her jeans. She pumped the shaft, the sound echoed more than your quickened breathing.

She used the tip to push your chin up, forcing you to look into her unblinking eyes. You were a dead man, you knew that from her cold stare. You couldn’t look away, even if the option was given.

“Baby, I’ve been in this business for a long time.” Her breath was hot on your collarbone, a mix of mint and tobacco. “I know exactly the type that you are. I cater to your kind. More often than not, my clientele need a little bit of encouragement.”

The tip of her gun traced your jaw, her finger loosely on the trigger. It was cold against your collarbone, down the center of your breasts. She held it there, jaw set in stone.

“We’ll keep you here for a few days. Once you dry out a little, I’m sure you’ll suddenly come into the cash.”

“Dry out? You think I’m on drugs?”

The tip pushed hard enough into your sternum to make you let out a grunt of pain. “You hide it quite well, pet. I’m sure it won’t be as simple when you start to feel those withdraw symptoms. Money flows simple in this town when those cravings kick in.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her, despite the weapon that she was packing. A frown creased between her eyebrows, but she held it in place. “The hardest thing I’ve ever hit is a blunt in a high school rotation. That was your brilliant plan? Dry me out and then what? Search my backyard for jars filled with money. I don’t have it. I make 2.50 an hour at a diner.”

Natasha scrutinized you, eyes hard. She righted herself and pulled the gun away from your center before flipping on the safety and shoving it back into her jeans. She started to pace the length of the light.

“Bucky, he offered me a loan and I took it so I could pay the rent on an apartment for me and my daughter.” You said, voice quiet “I work thirteen hour shifts six days a week, and it’s still not enough. I’m not… I don’t know who you cater to, but I have a feeling it’s not someone like me.”

“No.” she crossed her arms over her chest, “It seems as if you’re an oversight.”

“Great,” you flexed your numbing fingers, “An oversight you’ll let go?”

Natasha shook her head, clenching and unclenching her jaw. “No, I’m afraid not.”

[bagerfluff]

Zoned Out Kisses

Percy Jackson x Non-Binary Half-Blood Reader

Prompt - Kisses

You stared at Percy as you sat across from him.

You and Percy decided to hang out in the Poseidon Cabin since neither of you had stuff to do and since you two hadn't had any alone time together in a while. Percy was talking to you about something when you said you had to go get something from your cabin.

Percy didn’t want you to go, but after a few seconds you were able to convince him that it would only take you a couple seconds and you would be back quickly. So Percy let you go and off you went and you were true. You were back in a few minutes.

But when you got back Percy was sitting criss crossed on his bed, holding a shark plush, and staring at the wall. You called his name but nothing happened so you walked closer to him and sat across from him. He was awake but he wasn’t speaking, moving, or blinking.

It was creepy.

You tried to snap him out of it but nothing worked. You assumed that Percy was zoned out. Something that happened a lot with campers, and you. You wondered what he was thinking about. But after staring at him for a few more minutes you realized that you should probably snap him out of it.

But how?

You tried calling his name and snapping your fingers in front of his face but nothing happened. What else could you try? Then an idea came to your head. You smiled and leaned forward, placing a kiss on Percy’s forehead. When you pulled back you saw Percy blink and smiled at you.

“Y/n! Your back!”

Percy yelled as he dropped his plush and hugged you. The force of the hug sent you falling back on the bed with a very happy Percy on top of you. His face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped around your chest.

You let out a laugh and hugged Percy back. “I wasn’t gone that long,” you said with a smile before Percy pulled his head out of your shoulder. “But it felt like so long”, Percy said with a smile, “When did you get back anyway? I didn’t hear you come in?”

You let out another laugh as you told Percy that he zoned out.

“Oh”.

Percy said before laying back down on top of you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him as you and Percy held each other in silence. 

[peeweekey]

sweet like

word count: 1.5 k

synopsis: love confessions are not easy, having nosy neighbours isn’t either—but loving sam is different, it’s as easy as breathing.

a/n: samson my beloved, youre allergic to pollen but accepted my bouquet anyway. 😔❤️

edit: sweet like is now on ao3! here

today’s the day, you’re really going to do it. no ifs or buts.

you swear you will, but damn if it isn’t messing with your head. it’s definitely the nervousness or heat stroke symptoms causing the overly-conscious way you regard all other shoppers in pierre’s general store. you feel the uneven, erratic thrum of your pulse underneath your skin.

your hands are cold and clammy and disgustingly sweaty as a bright bouquet of tulips, poppies, sweet peas and fairy roses is unceremoniously slid across the store counter and bundled into your arms. the smell is dizzyingly perfumed. pierre doesn’t bat an eye though the knowing glint just tells you that he knows.

you and sam have been friends for as long as you started living in the valley. he’s a literal ball of sunshine compacted into a 5’10 body, and he’s sweet—maybe at times a little sloppy and forgetful but those quirks make him all the more lovable—to you.

and you admit yes, you did have a crush on him—and after watching his band’s performance in zuzu city, it got even worse. suddenly the ignition jump started the thrum of your heart—beating at race car speeds at the mere mention of his name. restless and anxious

so, here you are, buying a bouquet (one you could surely make yourself, but according to abigail buying this exact one is town tradition) at 10 am in the morning, in front of all your nosy neighbours.

you clutch the flowers tighter to your chest as caroline cranes her neck to take a peek. slowing down as she restocks the shelves. shameless, these people are sharks to blood when it comes to gossip.

you shoot her a wary glare, lips pursed together. pushing open the door to the shop, the little entrance bell rings with your exit.

after your realization, you see the world through rose-tinted glasses, the skies seem brighter and clearer, with soft fluffy clouds suspended in them. the breeze is soft and refreshing, while the sun is a comforting warmth at your back.

not even a few steps past the stardrop saloon do you feel any different.

adrenaline pumps through your veins as you see a flash of familiar spiked-up golden hair in your periphery. you feel your breath stutter as you reflexively stuff the delicate bouquet in your pack and snap it shut.

you turn your back, clutching a hand to your chest—you feel your heart racing underneath your fingertips as well as the heat rising up your skin. it’s fine, you reason, you’ll play it off as sunburn.

you slap at your cheeks, encouragingly.

the aforementioned man, skates towards you, calling your attention. turning, you nod your head in greeting, offering him a less than wobbly smile.

you wait until the skateboard skids to a stop, sam stops a few feet from you. his breaths slightly labored from the effort, he’s still as bright and cheery as ever

“sam,” you cringe as your voice cracks into an awkward pitch. he perks up at the mention of his name, giving you an enthusiastic wave. you swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“hey farmer,” he smiles, sam sets one of his feet down from on his skateboard. “it’s really bright out today. what’cha up to?”

“i was looking for you, actually.”

“and i’m here!” he replies before sheepishly adding. “that’s a coincidence. i was going to go visit you—well, before i forgot.”

“really,” your stomach traitorously flutters. “what for?”

“to give you something,” he says breezily, sam digs around in his pant pockets, seemingly looking for something. “i swear i have the thingy in here somewhere..”

you watch as he fumbles around looking for the thingy. Your mind drifts to the scrunched up bouquet sitting in your pack. you hadn’t expected running into him so soon—

maybe, you think. you aren’t as ready as you think.

“ahh, here it is!”

sam fishes out a rectangular shaped object from his back pocket, its slim and clear. you tilt your head in curiosity and he smiles wider.

“a cassette of the band’s song,” he tells you, grabbing your limp hand to stuff it into your palm. “listen to it! you have a cassette player on your farm, right?”

the momental brush of his hand against yours has you stumbling over your mess of thoughts and feelings. it is a little pathetic, to be acting like a lovesick teenager again—you groan to yourself. “yeah, i do.”

the cassette is light in your palm, the hard plastic case is covered in sharpied lightning bolts and smiley faces—along with the careful engraving of your name. the hand drawn designs are wonky and childlike (you suspect he asked vincent to draw them), but it’s yours.

he made this for you.

you feel the giddy warmth spread all throughout your body—concentrated in your chest and stomach which twists with some emotion you’re too confused to name.

“i couldn’t find you after the performance,” he confesses. you peek up from the cassette at his face—his cheeks are bright pink with bashfulness. “it was too crowded, i wanted to give you the first sample recording.”

standing on willow street in front of his family house with the sun beating down on you, sweat dripping down your temple, flowers haphazardly stuffed into your backpack. you’re literally buzzing with energy—the warmth, inside and out, is making your head spin.

you feel your mouth moving before you can even register what you’re saying, feverish words tumble out.

voice a tad strangled, you rasp. “sam.”

he looks down at his skateboard, his attention; short and slipping away. “yeah?”

“be my boyfriend.”

“sure!” he pauses, processing what you said, his eyes whip back up to stare into yours—wide and so, so blue. “waaait.. wuuh—”

“i was—uh, do you want to know why i wanted to visit you today?” you ramble on, tracing the cassette case edges with sweaty fingers. the beat of your heart is a resounding thumping sound in your eardrums. “actually, this is not how i planned things, but got nervous, you make me nervous.”

you shrug off your backpack, the heavy weight of it that once was grounding you groaned as it hit the ground. you open the flap and produce the now crumpled flowers—stems bent and broken, petals missing but the smell is still overwhelmingly sweet. you hold out the bouquet to him with shaky fingers, the cassette held in your other hand clasped behind your back.

“—i wanted to make this a little more special…” you sigh nervously, eyes squeezed shut while your bottom lip is chewed between worrying teeth. “it’s all crumpled, sorry…”

“i think this is plenty special already.”

you feel as he moves closer, plucking the flowers out of your hands. now, there’s barely any space between the both of you. your eyes snap open, mouth slightly gaping as he takes a long sniff full of flowers.

your heart sings for joy as he does—but the concerningly wet sneeze he lets out makes you furrow your brow in realization.

he’s goddamn allergic.

your eyes widen, reaching for the flowers. “sam, you’re allergic to pollen!”

your fingers barely brush the stems when he pull the flowers away from you. sam laughs, bright and pure—one that sounds like it came deep from his gut. you flush deeper in embarrassment, and a little in confusion.

“so? you gave me these. i like them!”

“i can’t believe it slipped my mind,” you cringe. “don’t keep them! the stems are all twisted and broken anyway.”

he sneezes again, shaking his head petulantly, his nose pinkened with irritation, a small sound of mortification exits your mouth. how can you be so forgetful?

digging through your backpack, you grab the small pack of tissues you usually use to dab off sweat easily. you take one out of the pack and stretch it out towards him.

instead of your offered tissue, sam grabs you by the wrist, tugging you to him. you follow with not much of a fight, a confusing mixture of nervous and giddy energy you’ve become. he holds you still against him, his arms coming behind you to wrap the both of you together tightly.

you go limp against him, head buried his shoulder. you think, you fit together perfectly.

“by the way, i like you too.” he murmurs into your hair. “a lot more than you think i do.”

“even if i forgot you were allergic to flowers?”

he snorts, leaving a chaste peck on your forehead, you feel your cheeks flush. “especially because you forgot, it was kinda funny.”

your head shoots up, nearly bumping his chin. “sam!”

he laughs and you can’t help but smile in return. your gaze returns to the sky, and suddenly you can’t quite recall what you were so worried about. really, life in stardew valley has never been so bright.

(and if you see some of your neighbors watching at the corner of your eye, you shut your eyes to ignore them.)

[biggestxsimps]

How about Harry Potter X shark like wizard reader.

Like reader accidentally turned himself into a shark once but couldn't fully turn back, so now he's human with tiny shark features.

Like features like sharp teeth or like webbed fingers.

And it's like really fluffy...

You guys can decide what kinda story since tbh...Idk what to do..

Have a nice day🪻 ( ・∇・)

Harry Potter x Shark-Like Male Reader Scenarios

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’ll admit, it was pretty tough to write this, but I hope it’s alright! Also sorry that it took so long, I’ve been a little busy recently. This is just a few short scenarios put together, I haven't written stuff in this layout before so I hope it’s okay. I just reread the request and omg I forgot to add the fluff.😭

Small mentions of blood! Nothing gorey, just a bit of bleeding.

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Harry's POV:

It was quite normal to see students with extra limbs, animal parts and inhuman features, but usually it was the effect of a spell or potion. So one boy really threw me off, I hadn't seen him around before he introduced himself to me. I thought the gills or the webbed fingers were just a result of something he took. 

But after seeing him around a few more times, I noticed that they hadn’t gone away. I had never seen him without those fish-like features. I’ve seen a lot but this truly puzzled me. 

I had planned on asking him how he’d had gotten them, or if he was born with them. But I barely knew him, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, or weird him out with my curiosity.

~~~

I was in the Great Hall, eating my dinner when my eyes landed upon the odd boy again. Y/N. I know it’s rude to stare but I couldn’t help it. Once he went to take a bite out of a drumstick, I noticed his incredibly sharp teeth. They savagely ripped through the chicken, cleaning the bone in a matter of seconds, my body shivering at the sight.

That’s when I hear a gasp and a wince. I look back over at the boy, one of his pointy teeth in his right hand, blood slightly dripping from his mouth. The students around him started to worry, he dismissed them, the conversation barley being audible from where I sat.

“Don’t worry, it happens like every other week.”

I watched as his goofy smile grew wider, while he explained to the other students that another tooth would replace it in the matter of a couple days. Wow.

~~~

I had gotten closer to Y/N, we hang out pretty often now. I had invited him to hang out around the castle, it being a weekend, neither of us had all that much to do. I saw him walking from one of the halls, noticing him wearing his own clothes opposed to the school robes I was so used to seeing him in.

We greeted each other as he walked up to me, him asking me to lead the way on our ‘little adventure’ around Hogwarts. I chuckle before starting to walk, my steps stumble as my eyes adjust to the back of his clothes though. I thought it was just my eyes playing a trick on me, but once taking a closer look I realised what I had seen.

A small pointy (S/C) fin protruding from the top of his back. “Are you alright, Harry.” I look over to his face, his lips curved in a confused smile, I quickly nod as I catch back up with him. God, what else was he hiding?

~~~

Y/N and I were going steady now, we’ve been together for about a month now. I had planned on confessing to him during one of our hangouts, but he beat me to it. But it turned out all the same nevertheless. 

Most nights we hang out, whether it be in our common rooms or around the halls, even outside Hogwarts walls. But tonight he told me to meet him at the Great Lake, telling me had something he wanted to show me. I’d never been a fan of the lake but it wasn’t like there was any harm in going.

So that’s what I was doing now, making my way to the Great Lake. It wasn’t long until I saw Y/N in the distance, sitting just behind the water with his arms wrapped around his legs. His head turns back at the sound of my approaching steps, a bright smile appearing on his face as he greeted me. 

“G’ Evening, Love.” He lifts himself up, dusting the back of his pants before walking towards me. “Evening Y/N.” I smile up at the gushing boy in front of me. “You brought your swimsuit, yeah?” I nod. “Yeah, just like you asked.” I feel my smile widen looking at him, his own being too contagious.

“Alright, alright. Come in with me.” I watch as he pulls off his shirt, his fin slightly getting in the way, before diving into the lake. I follow his actions, making my way to the water as he swims around, waiting for me. 

I swim my way to him, far enough for the lake to be moderately deep before he swims around me, after a couple laps he dives into the water. I look around, waiting for him to pop back up, but he never does. “Y/N?” It had only been about 40 seconds but he must’ve been pretty far enough down, to where I couldn’t see him from outside of the water.

I start to panic at around the minute and a half mark, frantically looking around to see if he came up before sinking into the water. There I see him, smiling as he waves from about 10 metres below me. Bubbles start to escape the gills on his cheeks and that’s when I realise, I bring my head back up, Y/N swimming back to the top at the same time.

“You scared me for a minute there.” I admit as his goofy grin just grows. His arms wrap around me, chuckling as he lets out a "Oops, sorry." I playfully roll my eyes before reaching for his cheek, his head leaning further into the touch.

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A/N: I read that shark’s typically lose 1 tooth every week and have it replaced in a day, so I thought I’d add it lol. I haven’t been that motivated as of recently, so I’m sorry if this isn’t written as well as some of my other fics. And sorry for how ooc Harry is oml.  I've also got a couple more requests to get out, so please forgive me if they come out a little late 🤧

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[thineferalrats]

a/n- Hiiiiii, I got this idea of you patching Frank up , but your son walks in and he finds out you have one and Frank feels bad because he feels like he’s puting you a now even a little boy in danger by just being near you two fluff/angst 🫴

warning: uhh ig just sad and frank crying idfk 🫶

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3rd person pov:

You grabbed the first aid kit out of the dining room counter, as Frank sits on the dinning room chair you, you where used to patching Frank up in odd hours of the night, you hated seeing him beat up like this, you hated not knowing if some blood on him was his own or someone else’s

, “here drink this” you said handing him a bottle of his favorite beer that you always kept in your fridge for him, he nodded at you as a thank you before opening it, you grabbed your needle and stitching materials to clean and tend to a stab wound on his side. Frank took off his shirt to give you access to the wound, you got on one knee in front of him and began to stitch him up, he winced from the pain. “What happen this time” you asked him not taking your eyes off stitching the wound, “eh some guy at a bar” he replies obviously not telling you the truth, because he believes “the less you know the better”. “I wish you’d be honest with me” you say under your breath but just loud enough Frank could make out what you said, he lets out a sigh “you know why I don’t”,

you snip the end of the stitches and stand up, before you can answer you hear a little voice from the end of the stairs “mommy?” Your son Milo says you turn around to see him holding his teddy bear and wearing his shark pjs rubbing his eyes, Frank looks at you confused, “hey sharky, what ya doing up this late little man” you walk up to him and get down to his level giving your son a soft warm smile, “I couldn sleep” Milo replies, you brush some hair out of his face “alright baby, be up in a minute to tuck you in and read you a story, run back up to your room for now why I help my friend out” you say and Milo nods and turns around and waddle walks back up the stairs and you walk back over to Frank he has a nervous look on his face

“you have a kid?!” He asks you with a surprised tone, you where concerned about the his nervous look, “yeah, you normally come over when he’s fast asleep upstairs or at daycare” you say as you start grabbing stuff to clean off the dried blood around the wound you stitched up, “uh, he’s um, how old is he” Frank asks, you turn to face him “he’s 4” you smile softly, bending down to see the wound on his side as u start cleaning it, frank smiles, something you don’t see very often but god he looks so handsome when he douse, “why didn’t you tell me?” Frank asks lookin down at his hands something obviously bothering him

, “I didn’t think to, you don’t come by during exactly “normal” hours” you say standing up putting the used cleaning supplies in the trash, frank says nothing and looks at the floor obviously thinking about something, he starts moving his hands around a bit which is only something he douse when scared or nervous, you look at him “Frank, what’s wrong” you ask standing in front of him “nothing” he replies coldly, obviously not telling the truth again, you let out a sigh, moving down to be face to face with him, “Frankie, please be honest with me I can something’s bothering you, I know you don’t like to talk about stuff but please talk to me, I wanna help” you grab both of his hands and he looks up at you for a good second before he lets out a sighs and looks down a little not making eye contact with you anymore, “just man, I, um, not only I’m I just putting you in danger being here I’m putting that little boy in danger, and man I don’t wanna do that, I don’t wanna put people I love in danger again, innocent people man, not-, just not again.” He says his voice cracking at the end a tears forming in his eyes, you’d never seen Frank be this open with you or emotional at that, you feel bad for him, “hey, Frankie I’m not in danger, Milo’s not in danger, where all safe, we have you to protect us, where all safe nothing bad is gonna happen to us I promise you, everything is gonna be alright Frankie” you say in a comforting voice, giving franks hand a reassuring squeeze, Frank pushes you hands away “yeah how you know that?! What if I can’t protect you and I- I fail like I did with” he says raising his voice but becoming more quite near the end his voice breaking before finishing his sentence saying “Maria” under his breath, “listen you had no control that day with what happened to Maria and the kids, you didn’t fail you tried your best, even if your not here to protect me and Milo I can damn well defend myself, nothings gonna happen, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere nor is Milo” you reply trying to comfort him, you where never good at comforting people, so this was a challenge for sure but you where trying your best.

His breathing starts to pick up and he stands up abruptly and walks around the kitchen before throwing the beer bottle in his hand and leaning against the wall, you jump at the sound of the glass breaking, you see tears running down franks face, “I- I don’t wanna lose you- fuck, nothing I do is ever good enough” he says as he sinks down to the floor tears now streaming down his face, your heart breaks of the almost never emotional guy you loved now breaking down on your kitchen floor, you walks over and get on the ground with him and bring him in for a hug he crys in your arms, “Frankie, everything you do is good enough don’t ever talk like that, your not gonna lose me ever, I promise” you reply trying your best to comfort him he still grabs onto you tightly as if he where to let go you’d slip away he grabs at the back of your shirt crying on your shoulder, you slowly rubb his back, giving him the once in awhile kiss on the forehead, after about 15 minutes his crying has slowed down, “hey you can have some old clothes upstairs, you can sleep here tonight” you say and he moves to get up and you both walk upstairs, as he’s changing you tuck Milo in but he’s sleepy so he falls right to sleep

you walk out of Milo’s room and into yours, he gos to leave the room “where you going” you ask confused, he looks back at you confused “uhh to the couch” he points down to the couch, you look down a little “I was wondering if you wanna sleep in my bed tonight, we can cuddle or something i don’t know sorry” you reply, he smirks a bit and nods “sure why not” you both get into bed and you lay your head on his chest, “I’m sorry for earlier I was being stupid” Frank says as he draws shapes on you back, “don’t apologize your ok, I’m glad you opened up to me tho” you smile, he kisses your forehead,

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A/n: I got super tired near the end I’m so sorry, I’ll right some kinda smut to make up for this sadness, side note this is my first angst or anything sad ish thing I’m sorry if it’s horrible idk, if you have any tips PLS share

[imongkoneho2]

Red Days

Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr X Reader

[Y/n] pookie gets her period.

Shark week, the curse, that time of the month, period and Red Days. Other words to call 'Menstruation'.

"My stomach feels like hell." [Y/N] mumbles as she hugged her knees, sitting on the couch next to Gwen. The blonde look at her with a knowing look, "I heard if you massage your stomach, it helps with cramps. Never tried it though." She explained, munching on a chip.

Taking Gwen's advice, the girl placed her fingers on her stomach - rubbing it in circles, up in down, left and right, whatever makes the painful feeling leave. Gwen stood up, walking away, as Miles sat down beside her, stretching his limbs and placed his legs on the table infront of them.

He faced [Y/N] with a smile, and nodded. "'Sup, Mami." She gave a small smile in response. Her, Miles, Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr were planning on watching a horror movie but hadn't decided yet.

So, Hobie and Pavitr were huddled up in the corner scrolling through one of their phone's searching for something to watch. While Gwen grabbed everyone snacks out of the kindest of her heart - but probably only grabbing some for [Y/N].

The air was comfortable, everyone was happy and peaceful. Despite the pain the girl was clearly going through - she ignored it and took a deep breath. Realising that Miles was actually talking to her, she whipped her head and nodded acting like she was listening.

Until -

Drip.

She froze. Did - did her blood just seeped on her - she panicked. "M-miles." "Then, Peter was- what?" "Can you...can you check my butt real quick?" The girl who's soul was about to fly away said, in embarrassment.

"What." Miles said, jaw wide and absolutely taken a back. "Just do it!" [Y/N] kicked her phone off the table on purpose, making it an excuse to stand up, bending over to pick it up.

Miles, closed his eyes. Placing his elbows on his thighs - having an existential crisis. He wasn't a pervert, no. But was it really perverted when a girl asked him to? He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to look at her bottom.

"W-what am I supposed to see?" He whispered, panicking "Is there a stain?" She answered, voice laced with frustration and worry "...No..!?" [Y/N] breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

"Miles! You pervert! You were looking at [Y/N]'s ass!" Pavitr said, his mouth opened wide. Hobie was looking at the two, his arms over his head and he whistled.

"W-what!? No! I was-"

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'You five are incharge of buying groceries. I trust [Y/N] will keep all of you in line.'  Miguel ordered, with his strong voice and threatening demeanour.

"Next on the list?" Pavitr asked, looking around the isle as Miles, Hobie, Gwen and their lovely friend followed behind him. Hobie was pushing the cart and riding it like a scooter as Miles was staring at the grocery list. "Uh.., toilet paper."

They continue walking as Gwen spoke up. "We're just going to get some other stuff." She said, holding the girl's shoulders, smiling. Pavitr's eyebrow shot up, curiosily. "You got money?" "I'll pay for it myself!" [Y/N] interrupted and dashed away along with her blonde friend beside her.

"What's up with them?" Miles questions, scratching his head. When they got back to the headquarters, without causing any trouble - thankfully. They all sat down the  couch and a conversation sat up.

Pavitr, who was beside the girl, tilted his head closely to her with a curious look. "Are you okay?" "Mhm? What's up, Pav?" She responded, confused. "You've been acting weird." "Am I?" She pouted, concerned as she looked at the others for confirmation.

Gwen only shrugged at the question, while Miles nodded, thinking back to the times she acted real weird. "You've been jumpy, luv." He said, with his cockney accent, legs on the table and an eyebrow raised.

"I'm just.. going through, girl stuff." Gwen chuckled at the comment. "Girl stuff?" Miles asked. "Whatcha' mean? Like you got dumped by your boyfriend?" Hobie followed. "I'm..on my period, and I don't have a boyfriend." Y'know, it's kinda weird telling people you have the thing. Especially boys.

But, she trusts them and - they're not creepy anyways. "The fuck is a period?" "What?" The three tilted their head, face contorting to confusion. Gwen lowered her phone with a face of disbelief.

"Am I- seriously surrounded by Idiots!?" Miles pulled out his phone, searching it up. Hobie and Pavitr moved next to him, squinting at the random article. "Uh- wait, I found it. A period is a release of blood from a girl's uterus, out through her vagi-"

Jaws on the floor (Hobie was still looking at the article, unable to take his eyes off it), they looked at the girls in utter shock. "We go through it every month. Not that big of a deal." Gwen said, nonchalantly.

[Y/N] nods in agreement. "Every month!?" "Do...does it hurt?" Pavitr and Miles asked, both stunned and curious. "Sometimes we get super painful cramps." Their friend answered shrugging. "How long does it take?" Hobie finally spoke up, a look of curiosity on his face.

After that, the boys started to pitch in and help. Surprisingly. They were very mature. Pavitr would always serve her Chai, telling her how he found out that it helps with the pain.

While Miles told [Y/N] some advice given from his mom who was a nurse. "You..told your mother that I'm in my period?" She asked in embarrassment. Miles smiled, apologetically.

She was thankful, though.

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Walking around the carnival, Pavitr went to get tickets for a show, while Gwen was on her way and Miles was getting drinks.

Hobie and [Y/N] were left standing and waiting for everyone. "Man it's so bloody hot." He complained, crossing his arms. "Do you want to go on that ride after the show?" The girl pointed at a cute teacup ride.

Hobie smiled, amused. "Anything you want, luv." She beamed in response and immediately shifting uncomfortably as she looked around. Having a period during a hot day is not the best thing in the world.

She pulled out her phone, only to drop it clumsily. She groaned and bend down, Hobie who's whistling to keep himself occupied, was bored. His eyes wondered a little too much and moved to [Y/N]'s ass.

And saw a red stain. He winced.

"Hey, uh. Love, you've got a lil' problem" Hobie points at her bottom as the girl whipped her head to him and quickly straighten up. "Oh no- I don't have extra clothes!" She panicked, and rambled on about how her day was ruined and how she was so embarrassed.

The punk, sighed. "You ain't gonna die." He removed his large black jacket and gave it to the panicking girl. She looked at him with teary eyes, threatening to break down infront of him.

"Is being a crybaby a part of period symptoms?" He joked and the girl sniffled, thanking him and wrapping it around her waist, the jacket thankfully covered her behind and the red angry stain.

Hobie grinned, wrapping a hand around her and pulled her closely to him. "I'll text Gwen for ya' let's go to the bathroom."

Requests r okay!! Don't know when I'll finish them thoughh!

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 10

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok? 

Word Count: 7.6k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 10 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We wrap up the first day of shooting and Dieter and Belle hang out later that night.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, which is obvious at this point. And dun dun duuuunn…. We get some smut in this one. Let me know what kind of stuff I need to put in here for warnings - I don’t want to spoil anything (there is no P in V in this chapter, but Belle enjoys herself). There’s some angst and a discussion about intimacy issues. Ryan deserves his own warning because that dude seriously can fuck off. Also, a blink if you miss it ED reference.

A/N: These two have not shut up in my head so here's a quicker-than-normal update. I’m a bit nervous about this one, but we’re on the path for these two to have some more um…fun. (As a reminder, I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine!).

Once you both straightened yourselves back up, you and Dieter walked out of the trailer in giggles, basking in the moment you’d just had. Your mind drifted off to what he could have in store for you later, but that’s quickly erased when you spotted Meredith walking toward you.

“Hey, I’ll meet up with you later?” You looked at Dieter, who gave you a knowing nod and a small, but encouraging, smile.

“Good luck.”

“Hey, Belle, you good?” Meredith walked up, brows furrowed.

“Ah, uh, yeah. All good.”

“C’mere,” she motioned for you to follow her.

Ugh, she is totally going to shut this shit down, isn't she. 

You stood in front of her and cautiously looked her in the eyes, “What’s up?”

“Look. I’m not trying to get in your business, I don’t really care what you do in your free time unless it starts to mess with work, but don’t pay any mind to Aubrey – she’s a grade-A asshole and not at all Dieter’s type.”

“Wh-what?” 

“I know what she did, showing you the photos. She's just trying to rile you up. She's like a goddamn shark and smells blood in the water, but seriously she can fuck right off. Earlier when I was getting him ready, do you know what we talked about?” You shook your head. “You.”

“Me?” 

“Yup. Look, he has an interview and photoshoot tomorrow, something that his agent organized. Originally I was going to go work on it, but with it being so early in the production I didn’t want to leave you by yourself, that would be like leaving you to the wolves,” she chuckled. “So, I was going to ask if you wanted to take my spot but Dieter actually brought it up first.”

You were trying to process what was happening. Meredith was seemingly okay with whatever was going on between you and Dieter and wasn’t chastising you about it. She’s almost … encouraging it?

“I think you should do it. It would be great for a few reasons: One. You are talented and can definitely benefit from the exposure. Make a connection with the photographer, you never know what could come from it. Two. Dieter requested you, so it would make him happy, and lord knows we don’t want him getting pissy. And three. It would give you guys a chance to…I dunno…spend a day together away from set.”

“Wh- Meredith, we aren’t… I mean…”

“Oh stop it. Seriously, I wasn't born yesterday and I can see how he looks at you, hell how you both look at each other. I'm not here to tell you to date or fuck or whatever the hell you want to do with him. But, I will say, I’ve never seen him this … relaxed…so early in a shoot. He seems happy and lighter and I think that’s maybe because of you and your little trip yesterday.”

“Ha, yea that seems to be the talk of the set, isn’t it?” The reality of the situation started to flood back again – the photos, the comments, the looks, and the whispers from the set.

“Look, you’re young.” You roll your eyes because you know by Hollywood standards mid-30s was practically ancient. “You’re in a beautiful place and a handsome man is losing his shit over you…take advantage of it and have some fun!” She smiled, grasping both of your shoulders and shaking you slightly.

Lunch was set up for the cast and crew in a ballroom. Walking in, you spotted the back of Dieter’s head sitting at a table with a couple of the writers and the assistant director. They’re all pouring over scripts and you can see Dieter animatedly talking. 

Scanning the room, you clocked Aubrey looking at you and you wished you could go over there and smack the ever-living shit out of her, but Indy bounded up to you, pulling you back to reality.

“Babe! What the fuck? Where did you go?”

“I don’t want to talk about it here,” your eyes go from left to right.

“Got it, but are you … good? Dieter was in such a shitty mood during that last take.”

“Y-yea, I’m good. Really good,” you smirked which made her playfully slap your shoulder. “But shh, I promise I’ll tell you later. Did you eat already?”

“I did, they’re gonna call us back to do some blocking soon. But make sure you eat something, please. I know how you get when you’re busy.”

There she was again being the mom and looking out for you.

“I promise, Ind.”

“Ok, I gotta go pee but I’ll see you in a bit, love ya!” She gave you a quick hug.

A loud whistle cut through the room, pausing everyone’s conversations. It was the assistant director giving a 10-minute warning before everyone was due back on set.

Ugh.

It was one of the downsides of your role. You had to be ready for everyone else’s beck and call, which left zero time for yourself. Makeup artists and hair stylists had to be on for their clients, so that meant little time to eat, or even go to the bathroom. 

After a quick scan of what was left of the buffet, you grabbed half of a sandwich and some chips, figuring it was the most portable option, and headed back to set.

On your way back, you were intercepted by Danny.

“Hey, Belle!” He smiled at you.

“Hey!”

“Um, listen, uh… Dee wanted me to give this to you.” He tried to discreetly hand you an envelope that looked very much like the jacket for a room key. “Don’t open it…it’s the room key,” he whispered.

“A room key? Wait what?!” you whispered back, eyes furrowed.

“Yea, he said to use it for later-” he cut himself off, hitting his forehead with the palm of his forehead. “Shit, he was supposed to talk with you before. Um…uh. Just uh, pretend when he brings it up?”

What the fuck is he even talking about?

“Um, okay, Danny.”

“K, um…I’m gonna… go,” he gestured behind him, clearly flustered that he foiled whatever plan his boss had in mind.

You tucked the key into your bag and kept walking, making your way to the chairs set up behind the monitors so you could quickly sit and scarf down your sandwich. A presence was suddenly behind you and you tensed up thinking it may be Aubrey or someone else, but you relaxed when you saw Sam.

“Hey doll,” he said in his low, Southern twang.

“Hey, Sam. Your hair is actually looking pretty good for after lunch,” you smirked. “Here, let me get you set up.” 

He motioned for you to stop, “Nope, you gotta eat, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere…so…you doing ok?”

You were thankful you had just taken a bite, so you had a few seconds to try and figure out how to respond. “Hmm…yea, all good.”

“Ok, cuz you looked like you were about to throw up earlier,” he chuckled.

“Oh, yeah, well, some shit came up that I wasn’t really prepared for.”

“Photos from yesterday?”

“Jesus, does every fucking person here know?” He nodded. “Ugh, yeah. And I was a dumbass and looked at some comments and … how do you do it, Sam, when people say shit about you and what you’re up to?”

He let out a long sigh, “It’s definitely not easy, but I have it a lot easier than you ladies that’s for damn sure. You just gotta ignore it, otherwise, it’ll really fuck with your head.”

“Ok everyone places please, can we get touch-ups done please?” The assistant director called out.

“Ugh fuck,” you groaned as you took one last bite before wrapping up the rest of the sandwich. “C’mere, Sam let’s get you sorted out and back to looking handsome," you winked as he rolled his eyes.

The two of you walked to where the next scene was going to be filmed. Once you added some more powder to his face, you turned your attention to Indy, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Meredith and Dieter walk up. You slyly snuck a quick glance over to him and he smiled at you.

The scene took about an hour, but everyone was in relatively good spirits. Again, it was so mesmerizing watching Dieter work and you tried not to stare at him when you were called over for touch-ups between takes.

The fatigue of the day started to creep up on you. Standing for the majority of the day wreaked havoc on your lower back and shoulders and all you wanted to do was sit down and relax, but there were still several more scenes to get through that day.

“Ok, that’s a wrap on Dieter for today!” 

Dieter gave a quick wave and thanked the crew on his way off of the set. You saw Aubrey starting to make her way over to him, which made you internally roll your eyes. She was doing her job, after all, but she still annoyed you.

“You ready to go get back into your comfy clothes, Dee?” she asked as he handed her his suit jacket. 

“Uh, yeah…I got it, Aubrey. I'm a big boy, I can handle changing out of a suit,” he chuckled. "I'll leave this for you outside of my trailer."

“Well, if you need any help, just let me know,” she winked.

He turned to find you, a smile washing over his face as your eyes connected. He walked over toward you, his hands at his tie, loosening it before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.

“Hey! So Liz is almost here, I was going to go see her and we’ll probably have an early dinner together if that’s ok? Can we hang out later?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Come to my room later. I thought maybe we…I don’t know, could watch a movie or something…unwind a bit."

You smirked, “You trying to do the whole Netflix and chill thing, huh?”

He blushed, “Uh…no, I figured we could just stay in tonight since it’s going to be an early morning…” he leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering near your ear. “However you want to chill is definitely up to you.” He pulled back, giving you a wink. “Danny has a key for you.”

“Uh, o-ok, yea sounds good.”

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“Dee!” Liz waved at him as she walked through the lobby, a phone in each hand, balancing her computer bag on one shoulder and her weekender bag on the other. A valet was following behind her with the suitcases.

“Jeez, Lizzie, how long are you planning on staying,” Dieter chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he took her bags from her to carry them.

“You know me, I need options,” she teased. “So, how’d it go today?”

“Not bad. Had a bit of a rough finish to that first scene but I think we got it well before the last take, so I’m not too worried. The writers have already started rewriting shit, which is kind of annoying.”

“Well, you know how it is. Once you all get to set they start to get more … creative. I’ll talk to them though to see if I can get some intel,” she winked. “How’s Belle? Did you talk? Seriously, if you need me to fuck off tonight, I totally can!”

“You just got here, besides, it’s our tradition to have dinner on the first night of shooting," he smiled as they made their way to the elevators. "And yeah, I talked with her. Only shitty part was that I wasn’t able to get to her before someone showed her the photos.” He sighed.

“Ugh shit, I was worried about that. How’d she take it.”

“Not well. She practically ran off from set, when I found her she was in tears.” A wave of sadness returned to Dieter’s eyes as he remembered how defeated Belle looked when he walked into the trailer. “She fucking looked at the comments…”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yea. So needless to say, that led to us talking…and then not talking,” he winked.

“Ooookay cowboy, don’t need all of the details.” she chuckled as they both stopped in front of the elevators.

“Anyway, she still has a couple of scenes left to shoot and then they have to clean up and get ready, so it’s going to be a while. I figured you and I could get an early dinner and then you can relax…I’m sure you're tired.”

“Sounds good, don’t forget though, we have an early start tomorrow…keep that in mind when you’re enjoying your, uh, evening.”

“Ha noted. Hey, for tomorrow, do you know who is doing wardrobe?”

“Ugh yea I do hold on, let me check.” She checked one of her phones, going to an email with the full list of who was working. She had already swapped out Belle’s name for Meredith’s. “Ok… wardrobe…looks like it’s…Aubrey.”

Dieter groaned. “We’re going to need to change that. Can you work on that?”

“She’s your wardrobe person, Dee…she’s harmless.”

“Nah, not so much. She and Belle…it wouldn’t be good.”

“Ah, gotcha. Okay well, let me see what I can do, no guarantees though.” She started frantically typing away on her phone. 

The rest of the afternoon went by rather quickly. Dieter checked in a couple of times, letting you know he and Liz were going to dinner at one of the resort’s restaurants. He also sent a message saying he missed you, which kept a permanent smile on your face the rest of the day.

Every time your phone buzzed, your heart skipped a beat, hoping it was a message from him. Although she didn’t say anything, Meredith smiled to herself, noticing the change in your demeanor from the morning.

"Ok, that's a wrap for today, everyone. Thanks for a great first day. Let's do it all again tomorrow!"

There was a smattering of applause as everyone started to scatter from the set. You, Meredith, Brianna, and the rest of the makeup and hair department went to the trailer to put things away and clean up.

"Ok, I think that just about does it. Hey Belle, you're good to go, I know you have an early morning shoot…thanks a lot for doing that!" Meredith gave you a knowing smile.

"Oh ok, sounds good. Uh, thanks for today Brianna, you did a great job! For tomorrow, just remember the setting spray for Indy and please remind Sam to stop touching his damn hair so much," you chuckled as you gathered your things.

"You got it, I'll see you later!"

You weren’t quite sure where Indy ran off to, probably somewhere with Sam if you had to guess, but she wanted you to text her when you were done.

Belle: Hey, we’re done. Where are you?

Indy: I’ll be right there.

While you waited for her outside of the trailer you decided to text Dieter.

Belle: Hey! Just wrapped, so I'm headed up.

You figured he was still busy so you had time to quickly freshen up, hopefully with Indy’s help. It made you feel a little intrusive to go into his room without him being there, even if he gave you permission. Your phone buzzed and you looked down expecting to see a text from Indy.

Dieter: nice! We're wrapping up soon, Lizzie wants dessert. You'll beat me but please make yourself comfortable. I'll be there soon.

Dieter: Order yourself some room service…get whatever you want.

“Phew, what a day huh?” You looked up to see Indy who was eyeing you quizzically. “So…what are you getting up to tonight?” She waggled her eyebrows.

You shushed her as you both walked towards the elevators. 

“Well, Dieter gave me this.” You showed her the room key as she tried to stifle her screech.

“Holy fucking shit Belle!”

“Yeah, he told me to go in and make myself at home and order room service,” you giggled, trying to contain your blush.

“How long do you have?” The elevator dinged and you both got in.

“I don’t know, he said that they’re wrapping up but I feel like I don’t have a ton of time.”

“Hmm ok, so a shower is probably out of the question.”

"I need to change out of this, I've been wearing it all day."

As the elevator got to your floor, Indy jumped out and pulled you down the hallway. “Ooo yay! Ok, so what do you wanna wear? Something that's probably easy to take on and off…Ow! That hurt," she giggled as you playfully slapped her arm as she unlocked the door. "Ok, strip, we are doing a full reset."

She made a beeline to your room where she promptly started to rifle through your drawers as you peeled out of your jeans and took your tank top off. 

"Here's this…put this on," she handed you the obnoxious hot pink lace thong she forced you to buy a few months ago when you were looking to spice things up with Ryan. She then tossed you a simple pair of black lounge pants that came to your mid-calf.

"Really, Ind," you held up the thong with an eye roll.

"Yes, and honestly you should be proud of me. I was first going to suggest no underwear at all…and then I was going to give you the volleyball shorts…so this is really good for me. Growth I'd say," she said sarcastically which sent you both into giggles.

Your phone buzzed.

Dieter: We're wrapping up and I'm headed upstairs. You get in ok?

"Fuck, Indy, we need to hurry. He's on his way back."

Belle: Awesome, see you soon. And yeah, all good!

You both frantically looked for a top, deciding that the bra you had on could stay. You bickered back and forth on the top before you landed on an old concert tee even though Indy let you know her annoyance.

"I wanna be comfortable Indy, we are just gonna hang out and watch a movie or something."

"Uh ok sure. Listen, you should probably also lay out your clothes for tomorrow while you're at it," she winked.

You didn't want to put any pressure or expectations on what the night would bring but ultimately decided that future you would appreciate it since you had to get up at an ungodly hour. 

Checking the time, you gave yourself a quick spritz of body spray and pulled your hair out of the clip, letting your loose waves cascade down.

"Shit, I need to go. Wish me luck?"

"You got this babe!" Indy smiled, smacking you on the ass as you walked out. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Actually…in this case, yes please, do whatever I would do!" She shouted down the hall.

You had just put the key into the door to unlock it when you heard the elevator ding. You turned your head to see Dieter rushing out, a bottle of something in his hand. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

"Hey…I thought you were already here…you changed," he quickly closed the distance between you both, stopping just in front of you. 

"Ha, yea…sorry. Fifteen hours in jeans is my limit," you chuckled.

"Well, I'm not complaining, so don't apologize. I just figured you'd ordered your food already, here let's get inside," he opened the door, ushering you in.

He had changed too. He wore a light-wash pair of jeans with a simple plain, black T-shirt. It was distracting how handsome he looked in such a simple outfit.

"Here, order whatever you want," he handed you the room service menu as he put down the bottle he was carrying and emptied out his pockets onto the kitchen island.

*What ya got there," you nodded toward the bottle.

"Liz got me some sparkling wine, to celebrate the first day of shooting. I…uh…honestly don't drink a lot these days, but I figured maybe we could share it?"

"Y-yea sure!"

He smiled, seeming almost relieved by your answer. He moved to grab a couple of glasses from the cabinet behind you as you kept perusing the menu with your back to him. You didn't notice him approach you, until you felt his hands reach around you, effectively caging you in as he set a wine glass down on either side of you. The warmth you felt on your back from his chest made your breath hitch, and goosebumps followed as you felt him lean forward.

"I missed you," his breath felt hot on your ear.

It made you dizzy how he could go from being cute and flustered one minute to so seductive in a matter of seconds. But here he was kissing your neck, making you forget where you were. You bit down on your lower lip to stop the moan that almost inadvertently came out.

"Decide on what you want?" He said into your neck.

"Hmm…what?"

"To order, anything look good," he pulled away from you and headed around the island to where he left the bottle. You couldn't concentrate on anything other than his forearms as he worked to get the cork popped off. He was oblivious to your ogling and carried on filling your glasses.

"Um. Yeah…let me call it in." You walked over to the phone. "D'you want anything?"

He smirked before shaking his head. "Uh, no I'm ok…for now," he handed you a glass and you clinked them together as you placed an order for a club sandwich and fries. 

"Wanna sit?" He gestured to the couch in the living room once you hung up the phone.

"Oh my goodness, please. I've been wanting to sit all damn day," you sighed.

He smiled and led you to the couch and you sat crisscrossed facing him, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. You both chatted for a bit, catching up on the rest of each other's day while sipping on your drinks as you waited for your food to arrive. It was fun to just relax and laugh, Dieter was so easy to talk to. 

He set his glass down on the coffee table, you noticed that he hadn’t really drunk much of it. Yours was almost empty, making you a bit self-conscious, but you finished it and also placed it down on the coffee table

"So whatd'ya wanna watch?"

"Honestly, whatever is fine. I can't guarantee that I'll stay awake through the whole thing though," you yawned.

"If you're tired, baby, then we can go to sleep after you eat."

Did he say "we"?

"You…ah, you can go to sleep," he shook his head, realizing his slip. "After you eat."

"I wouldn't want to dine and dash on you." You looked up at him through your eyelashes, feeling a bit bolder thanks to the liquid courage.

“Oh we would not want that…c'mere," he leaned back into the crook of the couch, his arms extended inviting you in.

You snuggled your head into his chest, his broad shoulders wrapping you in an embrace. You sat like that for a few moments, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and his heartbeat against your ear.

"Looks like you have some options," he said as he kissed your temple and you felt the prickliness of his beard.

This sweet yet simple gesture shouldn't have affected you the way that it did, but you closed your eyes and tried to regulate your breathing, managing to squeak out, "Mmm, which are?"

"One, after you eat, we could watch a movie and if you fall asleep you fall asleep…here. I'd prefer to tell you goodnight than have to send you a text." You felt him smile into your hairline, giving you another light kiss on the forehead. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Two, you eat, and then go back to your room, which while not my first choice is perfectly acceptable."

"Are those my only options?"

"Hmm. Or, while we wait for your food to get here, we find something a bit more…stimulating…to help keep you awake."

The drop in his vocal register sent an electric current down your whole body. He lightly traced circles on the top of your shoulder with one hand and along your thigh with the other, causing your mind to get foggy.

"Hmm, you pose some c-compelling choices," you shuddered as he shifted to start peppering kisses from your neck down to your collarbone. 

He stopped to look up at you with a smug smile, clearly having fun seeing how his actions affected you.

"Glad to hear. You know, I can help build an even more compelling case if you'd like," his fingers threaded through your hair as he leaned in for a kiss.

Being reunited with his soft lips again made you ache for him. You kissed him back deeply, opening your mouth hoping he'd explore like he did earlier today. His whimpers made you lose all semblance of thought – your body just took over. Before you knew it, you had moved to straddle his lap, which caught both of you by surprise. He stopped to check in on you, searching your eyes as you gave an encouraging smile and a small nod.

I want this. I want him.

His hands moved from your face down your body. You felt the pressure of each of his fingers as he worked his way from your upper back down your spine to your waist, hugging your curves before ultimately stopping on your ass. 

I guess he’s an ass guy.

The urgency of your kisses was enough to give him the license to squeeze and caress you more. Your body responded to his touch and, as if by instinct, you began to rock onto his lap, slowly grinding and feeling his length growing. You were a bit self-conscious at first, but the sounds that caught in his throat continued to encourage you. On one of the passes he made with his hand, he inadvertently caught the hem of your shirt, causing you to tense, and bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, sorry," he quickly pulled back, returning his hands to your waist.

"No, that's ok," you panted. "I-I want you to." You moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt as you looked up at him, his eyes dark. "But c-can we turn the lights down first?" You didn't mean your voice to sound so small when making the request.

He pulled back more, resting his back and head against the couch as his brows furrowed. "Now, why would I want to do that?" He smirked. "I wanna see you baby."

You shook your head and looked down.

Ugh, stop it. You're going to ruin things and make it weird because you can't shut the fuck up.

"I can see the wheels turning sweetheart, tell me what you're thinking," he leaned back up rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You felt vulnerable and exposed, even though you were still fully clothed. Your insecurities were right at the surface and it felt raw. In other situations, this would have made you completely disassociate and shut down, but Dieter’s concern made you want to chip a bit at the wall you had built.

I guess now is a better time than any.

"Look, I know you told me I didn't have to explain, but I want to…at least some of it…if that's okay." You went to shift off of his lap, but he brought a firm grasp to your hips, keeping you where you were.

"Of course, tell me whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm here," he gave you an encouraging smile.

You took one of his hands off of your hip and interlocked your fingers so you were holding his hand. His thumb went back and forth over the back of your hand to comfort you.

"Sex…intimacy…it’s hard for me, but I'm sure you gathered that already," you chuckled, trying to ease some tension. "It's always kinda been that way…I guess. Some of the…there’s been experiences that have made me hate my body and…I don't know." You shook your head trying to center yourself.

He listened intently to every word you were saying, attempting to keep a neutral but comforting expression. 

"My last relationship…Ryan…he fucked me up in ways I didn't even realize, still don't to be honest. D'you know for the last…fuck…year, that we only had sex with the lights off?" That caused Dieter to scoff and grip your hand even tighter. "Hell, it was almost always over so fast that I usually was able to keep my shirt on, which was for the best honestly. It's like…I was there as a means to an end or something for him, ya know? Which was fine because… after what he'd said…it almost became like a vicious cycle…I…uh, this probably makes no sense." You felt yourself start to ramble, unable to really articulate the full source of your uneasiness, but Dieter's grasp on your arms grounded you.

"Hey…look, Belle…this is definitely gonna be easier said than done, but I want you to approach this, us, with an open mind. I know I don't know the whole story, but I'm not him. I think you're beautiful, so fucking beautiful…will you let me show you how special I think you are?"

Ugh, he busted out those eyes again. I can't resist this man.

You nodded and he tentatively moved one hand up to cup your cheek, leaning forward again and wrapping his other arm around your waist. He started kissing you again, starting off so tenderly before growing more and more passionate. You couldn't help your panting as he tugged on your hair, exposing more of your neck and letting him trail kisses down your chin, to your neck, and across your collarbone. The hand on your waist started to inch its way to the hem of your shirt until eventually his fingertips successfully breached the hem of your shirt and started to skirt upwards. 

Just before his fingertips brushed across your skin, he pulled back to check in with you. You nodded again and he kept his eyes locked on yours as he moved his hands up. You could barely feel his fingers brush against your skin, that's how delicately he was treating you but it was still enough to cause you to shudder. Your breathing picked up and hitched when you felt one of his palms fully secured at your lower back.

"I knew you'd feel soft," he said as he peppered kisses up from your neck to your lips. 

He moved the other hand to where your waist dipped. He rubbed circles with his thumb as you felt the other four fingers each apply just the slightest bit of pressure to move you closer toward him. 

The closer distance allowed you to more easily run your fingers through his hair. You remembered the growl from earlier in the day when you tugged on his curls so you did it again, smiling against his lips when you heard that sound return.

You began to rock your hips again and pressed yourself forward to push him back against the couch so you were towering over him. Again you felt him smile against your lips as he moved both hands to your hips, helping to guide your grinding even more.

The internal battle was starting to wage in your head. Your heart and body wanted to take over and completely pounce on this man. You'd seen his movies and although it was all simulated, if he was even half as talented as his on-screen portrayals showed, you knew you were in for a treat. But, your mind, that pesky thing that never shuts up, started cycling through all of the negative self-talk that has become second nature for you.

This guy has fucked supermodels, who do you even think you are. He's gonna catch one glimpse of your stretch marks and want to gag.

Your weight fluctuated during your relationship with Ryan, sometimes not by the healthiest means. But little offhand comments here and there made you want to hide yourself from him, no matter the size you were. But here, with Dieter, he was radiating warmth and reverence. And you wanted to reward his patience and care.

Pushing aside the negativity, you pulled back and rested both hands on his shoulders, trying to catch your breath. Concern was etched across his face, but it quickly evaporated as you moved your hands down to your shirt and slowly pulled it off. You closed your eyes as you got the fabric over your face and pulled it off of your arm. When you opened your eyes, you weren't prepared to meet Dieter's gaze right away. Your eyes looked down before making an attempt to look at him, nervous to see what his reaction would be.

What you see was him slack-jawed and scanning your body like he was trying to commit every freckle, blemish, and curve to memory. His breath hitched as he looked at you and you felt his hands, which were resting on your thighs, twitch.

You both stayed looking at each other for a few more moments before he cleared his throat. "I fucking told you you were beautiful."

Seeing his reaction, gave you a much-needed confidence boost. If there was anyone who could erase and repair the damage left by Ryan, you felt as if Dieter was the man for it.

"Show me,” you whispered.

Those two words lit a fire in him. He brought both hands up to your face as his lips crashed into yours. He worked one hand down tentatively, gauging your reaction. Not seeing any resistance, he palmed one of your breasts on the outside of your bra. Your whimper was almost instantaneous, causing Dieter to buck up into you. 

His other hand went to move your strap down, but you decided to do one better and undid your bra, letting it fall in between you. Without breaking his gaze, Dieter grabbed it and flung it behind the couch.

"Jesus, baby…you're so fucking gorgeous…better than I imagined, and I have a really active imagination." His chuckle did wonders to break the tension and keep your mind at ease.

He seemed eager to explore the new territory you offered him, kissing down your neck as he palmed one of your breasts, lightly grazing his thumb across your nipple. You could feel the slick pooling between your legs. You felt everything short-circuiting as he took your other breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue. It was a combination of this act and who was doing it to you that was sending you down a pleasurable tailspin. If you didn't know any better, it felt like you could come just by him doing this, but you knew that certainly wasn't happening.

With Ryan, orgasms were few and far between for you. He didn't listen to what you wanted, or care, and he would complain when you took too long. As a result, you got very convincing at faking it, anything to get him to stop and just get it over with. After a while, he stopped waiting for you all together and would just move to get his release and call it a day.

"D-Dieter, I…nghh ahh," you moaned as he moved his mouth to your other breast, which was apparently more sensitive.

"This feel good, baby?" He panted against your skin.

"Mmm, y-yea. I…I, shit."

"Let go, c'mon I got you."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, bringing his face even closer to your chest, if that was even possible. He briefly took the one hand that was teasing your nipple off and grabbed your hip, encouraging you to go back to grinding him like you did earlier. Your breathing picked up and you could feel him, thankful for the thin fabric of your pants which made the friction more intense.

"That's it, baby, c'mon now…" he encouraged.

You surprised yourself by how quickly you felt yourself on the precipse. For the first time, maybe ever, you were fully present. Mind and body connected. As he sucked, licked, and nipped, you felt something snap in your mind, like a damn breaking, and you were reeling, reveling in the ecstasy of your release.

You were all moans and pants, as Dieter whimpered into your skin. You felt him tilt his face ever so slightly so he could watch you come undone and you didn't even care. Your head was thrown back working through the after-effects, as Dieter moved to pepper more kisses up into your neck, whispering praise and telling you how pretty you sounded.

As your breathing regulated, you brought your head back level, looking at Dieter. 

"Baby, that was so fucking hot," he kissed you, one hand at the back of your neck and the other around your waist.

The events of the last few moments caught up to you. You were on Dieter's lap, exposed from the waist up and working yourself down from one of the biggest orgasms you had experienced in years all from his mouth. You wanted to show him some care too and moved to the waistband of his shorts before he stopped you, looking a bit sheepish.

"I…uh, I'm gonna need a minute."

You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he was implying. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm…um, more than okay," he smirked. "Can't remember the last time this has happened, ha, I can usually last a lot longer I swear." He blushed.

And then it hit you. His whimpering and panting weren't to encourage you, it was because he came with you.

"Shit, really? But I didn't even do anything…"

"Oh yeah you did," he chuckled. "You sounded so pretty," he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. "You felt so fuckin soft," he kissed the tip of your nose. "I…couldn't help myself." He finished off kissing your forehead.

You brought both hands to the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss, running your fingers through his curls as both of you smiled into the kiss. And then you heard a knock.

“Room service!”

You tensed and then scrambled off Dieter to find your shirt and your bra.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it…Ah, I’m coming one minute!” he shouted. “Fuck, ah…shit,” he looked down to see a wet spot in his crotch.

“I can get it, don’t worry,” you quickly got your bra back on and threw your shirt on as you padded to the door, opening it to see an older man with a tray. “Hi, thank you so much, I got it!”

He seemed a bit surprised to see you, probably because he had heard Dieter’s voice.

“Here you go, Mrs. Bravo,” he went to roll in the cart before you stopped him.

“Ah, I can just take the tray, thank you so much,” you smiled, wanting to get the door closed as soon as possible. 

Just then, Dieter came up behind you, handing the man a folded-up bill, “Thanks Lou, that will be all.” He stayed pressed against you so you hid the mess that was his jeans.

“Mahalo, Mr. Bravo, have a good night, sir.”

As the door closed, Dieter looked at you with a smirk.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing Mrs. Bravo,” he winked.

“Ha, I was so overwhelmed, I can’t fucking think straight,” you blushed and saw the corners of Dieter’s mouth turn up.

“You can eat on the couch. I’m gonna go…ah…change.”

“Oh sure, yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He carried the tray to the living room, putting it on the coffee table before heading off to his room. You turned your head to watch him just in time to see him pulling his T-shirt over his head. You immediately snapped yourself around so he wouldn’t catch you staring. You saw the slightest glimpse of his back and shoulders and it sent a tingle down your body. You were then thankful for the fact that you were wearing black pants because you knew for sure there would have been a visible wet spot if you had on a lighter color.

You pull the top off of your plate and start to dig into your sandwich. You were mid-bite when you heard footsteps behind you. Dieter had switched into a slouchy dark gray shirt with gray shorts.

“How is it?”

“Mmm, good,” you said through a full mouth. “You’ll have to let me know how much I owe you,” you added once you swallowed your bite.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “How’s Jurassic Park sound?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! But I apologize in advance for quoting it.”

It was cute that he remembered it was your favorite movie. As the opening credits started, Dieter quickly got up and headed to the kitchen. He came back carrying a small box of cookies with a smirk on his face.

“We’ll need something sweet,” he winked.

He helped you finish your fries and once you were done, you leaned back against him on the couch. It felt so natural, so normal, as if you’d done this for years. You felt his chest, firm beneath you as his arms wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your arm. His heartbeat was strong in your ear, and you felt as if it was going a little bit faster than it should. It was his breathing though, that soothed you and lulled you to a relaxed state. Your eyelids started to feel heavy.

“Belle, hey baby.”

Dieter’s voice sounded far away, but you realized it was because you were waking up. You blinked and saw him looking at you, the beautiful John Williams score playing softly in the background over the end credits.

“Hey…sorry I fell asleep, I told you,” you smiled, still trying to wake up. “I should go.”

“You don’t have to, just stay here,” he kissed your temple. “I know that sounds like a line, but we can just sleep…please?” 

Those goddamn puppy dog eyes again. Fuuuuck. Who am I to resist his request?

“We don’t have to do anything, I…it would just be nice to be close to you is all,”

“Uh, yeah sure.”

“Yeah?” He got the biggest grin and when you nodded to confirm, he shot up and brought you with him. He held your hand as he led you down the hall. 

“Ah um, go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’m going to make sure everything is locked and turned off, kay?”

Dieter left you in his room and you went to the ensuite bathroom to pee. Coming out of the bathroom, you saw Dieter walk into the bedroom. He looked nervous, but excited as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Do you have a preference?” he pointed to the bed.

“Ah, I’ll take this side, I guess. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both somewhat awkwardly made your way to the opposite sides of his king bed, pulling back the sheets.

Holy fucking shit. I’m getting in bed with Dieter Bravo.

You both crawled in and faced each other.

“Comfy? Need more pillows or anything?” Dieter half got up ready to go fetch whatever you needed.

“N-no, I’m ok.”

“Ok good,” he turned to the nightstand next to him, taking off his glasses and placing them next to his phone as he turned off the lamp. You followed his lead and turned off your lamp too.

He left the blinds open, so the moonlight shone in, illuminating his face. You studied each other’s faces again while exchanging coy smiles. 

“Did you set an alarm?”

“Oh shit, yes, I need to do that.” You got up and reached for your phone double checking that all four of your alarms were set. “Shit, I’m going to need to charge this.”

“Here, use mine,” he reached for your phone, plugging it in once you handed it to him.

When he turned around he moved a little bit closer, resting his hand outside of the covers on your hip. As if the magnetic pull was turned up a notch, you moved yourself closer to him.

He cleared his throat. “I meant what I said, we can just go to sleep. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying anything.”

“I know.”

“But, can I hold you?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You turned yourself around, moving yourself further back until you felt his chest again. He was so warm, like a furnace. 

“Where do you want my hands - over or under the covers.” He whispered in your ear.

“Under is good with me.”

Your thought you felt his cock twitch at that, but you reasoned away that he was shuffling. 

You didn’t realize how big his hands were until his palm was splayed on your stomach, holding you. It felt so strong, so secure. It didn’t take long before you felt his breathing slow down and you turned your head enough to see his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful as he slept and you wished you could turn to face him just to study his face and commit it to memory. But you didn’t want to move a muscle for fear of waking him. His breathing, low and steady, lulled you off to sleep soon enough.

You stirred at one point in the night, turning before realizing how cold the bed was next to you. You reached out your hand instinctively to feel Dieter’s warmth, but you were met with emptiness. You opened your eyes and noticed the bed was empty and Dieter’s glasses were missing from the nightstand. 

You got up and saw no sign of Dieter in the room.

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A/N: There’s still a lot Belle needs to work through regarding intimacy, so as much as I wanted these two to just go at it and go further, it’s going to take time.

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How I Think The Boys Love Pt.2

Paul:

Paul’s love is greedy and uncouth; he doesn’t care about people’s opinions or thoughts about his style and personality, why would he give a flying fuck about his relationships?

He loves to love, but his version of ‘love’ isn’t considered quite normal. He’s playful, his romantic relationships almost never leave the honeymoon phase. He loves the feeling of anticipation he gets whenever you do something unexpected or say something he finds cute.

He’s rather attentive, someone bothering you? He’s dealing with it as you speak! Want something outside of your price range? Don’t worry that pretty little head of your’s! He’s stealing it while you play some rigged carnie game! Paul loves to shower you with gifts, it’s his way of marking you and bragging to other people that you’re his

He’s possessive, he wants his things to not be shared, but with three other brothers and being the ‘middle child’, that means he doesn’t get much exclusivity with his possessions So the few things that he’s been able to hide away he’s deathly protective over. He’s fought tooth and nail (probably literally) over you! Why would he be willing to share whats his?

Paul’s love language is physical touch and gift-giving. He tends to love bomb without meaning to he just wanted to know that his Sugar knows he loves them.

He bites, not to draw blood necessarily, which he does on occasion, but to let you know he’s still there. He likes to nibble on the tips of your fingers, drag his teeth across your neck.

All and all he just doesn’t give a fuck, he’ll show everyone in Santa Carla that you’re his and his alone.

Marko:

Marko’s love is certainly…something. His affections are brash and rushed. Hardly anything is taken slow, so if you aren’t a slow lover he’s your best pick of a partner.

He wants everyone to know you’re his and only his. He’ll throw a shirt and a worn jacket at you and expect you to wear it, his scent heavy and a pleading look in his eyes. ( no babe, that tee totally goes with your pants! Ps, it didn’t)

He’s Italian, so you have many nicknames that roll of his silvery tongue; Cuore mia, gioia mia, cerbiatto, topolino. So many nicknames..

He loves giving you love bites, but he’s a prick and leaves them in obvious places. Thighs, neck, wrists, anywhere that can be easily forgotten about and noticed by a surf n*zi.

Marko can takes things slow some days, even an erratic shark-toothed bloodsucker like him has his days where he just needs to be grounded by the safety of your arms.

Marko doesn’t crave to control your every movement like his older brothers, he wants you to have as much freedom as you possibly can before he turns you eventually; because none of them had that option when they were changed.

He does try and get your body used to their schedule while it’s still mortal. Baby bats require training, he’ll gladly provide!

Nests in the higher parts of the cave, but only lets his brothers up there once in a blue moon, so feel free to hide up there when they get on your nerves, and trust me, they will.

You’re his muse! There’s so many pictures, paintings, sketches, etc of you laying around the cave. He wants you to remember what you look like after you turn.

Love language is word of affirmation and quality time! Sometimes Marko doesn’t like the feeling of his own skin, so you just sitting there with him and letting him vent/cry makes him fall harder for you.

He likes to hold you and smell you, he just likes your shampoo+conditioner combo.

Marko has non-verbal days, he just copes differently than some and nobody questions it, just spend some time with him and leave him alone when he needs self-care time.

A/N: So sorry for the inconsistencies in my writing schedule, I’ve been dealing with a lot family wise, nothing bad just some changes! I’ll probably end this series with Michael and Star since there’s barely any content for her outside of sisterly and platonic stuff (no hate, but she needs to reject me so i can move on)

Pt.1

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Our Child (Part III)

Yandere Mermaid Family x GN Reader

TW: yandere behavior, almost drowning, blood

Genre: yandere

(Part I), (Part II)

A/N: Sorry, I forgot I'm a writer....

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Y/N’s Pov

You’ve locked yourself into your apartment for the last few days, only coming out for school/work and to get stuff from the local grocery store.  You avoided the ocean at all costs, taking longer paths to get to our destination if necessary.  You still get nightmares of the dark ocean and the feeling of water surrounding you before you wake up in a cold sweat, safe in your bed.

It was one of those sleepless nights, one where you were laying in your bed, trying to read a book to tire out your mind.  That’s when you hear this enchanting sound.  At first, it's faint, and you think it's just one of your floor neighbors listening to music aloud.  You hope the peaceful music would lull you to sleep, and surprisingly, you do feel your eyes get droopy.  For once, you sleep peacefully, but suddenly you shiver, feeling cold.  The chill you feel is enough to wake you up, and you’re shocked to find yourself standing on the beach, knee deep in the dark water.  You frantically look around, convinced this was a sick joke or some prank, but you are met with windy silence.  The allure voice sounds closer now, and you can see a faint figure resting on the rocks.  They look human, but now you know better and you instantly start fleeing the scene, too afraid of what will happen if you stick around.  But, you feel a familiar grasp on your ankle.  You scream and struggle as you stumble and fall into the icy water, hands pulling you in.  Even with all your strength, you can’t seem to rip yourself free of the hands as they finally submerge you.  Opening your eyes in panic, you can see three blurry figures before you squeeze your eyes shut from salty pain.  You try your best to hold your breath, but when the hands grab at your waist and drag you deeper, you can’t help but let out a gasp, losing most of your air supply.  You can hear muffled voices, and suddenly something is shoved in your mouth.  Out of reflex, you spit it out along with the rest of your air.  Your lungs ache, and you’re forced to slowly succumb to unconsciousness.

Malik’s Pov

It hurt all three of my hearts to watch the human struggle and scream, but they just didn’t know that we were taking them home.  Home sweet home.  We brought them back to the air pocket room we set up for them, and Kano gently rested them in the nest he built.  The human must have fallen asleep when they realized it was just their family taking them home.  They look so small and tired resting in the much larger pile of seaweed.

“I’ll go catch a hearty meal, poor thing must be so tired,” Aalto comments before diving back into the water.

Kano curls up next to the human as I attempt to dry them with some scrap fabric, worried about their constant shivering from the cold.  Wrapping them in a worn but fluffy blanket, the human finally snuggles into Kano’s side, seeking warmth.  My youngest son’s cheeks burn a reddish color as he giggles and embraces the little human.  I smile, content that our family is finally complete, as I watch over two of my children.

Aalto’s Pov

Finding the tuna was the hardest part, killing it was actually pretty easy.  Dragging back the bloody mess to the cave also proved a small problem as I got tailed by some curious sharks.  Snarling at them and barring my teeth, I attempt to warn them away from our home and our little fragile younger sibling.  Swimming through the cave’s tunnel, I finally arrived back at the air pocket.  I lug the tuna onto the stone surface and I’m greeted by my father and my younger brother taking a peaceful nap with the newest addition to our family.  I try to be as quiet as possible as I take the fish into a side room before preparing it to make a fish stew.  Using the sharpened stones as knives, I debone the fish and cut it into chewable chunks.  I strike a fire in a little pit with some flint, boiling some fish broth I made a few days ago with some fish bones in a large pot.  We don’t have to worry about the smoke causing harm to our human because we got a sea witch to help enchant the area to be liveable.  The air will always remain clean and fresh, and there is a fresh water pond that will never empty.  Leaving the fish to slowly cook, I peek back into the main room and see my father petting the human’s head and stroking their cheek, a gentle smile on his face as he gives the child a forehead kiss.  Sensing eyes watching him, we turned his head to look at me.

“Aren’t they the cutest!” my father exclaims, unusually excited.

I hum in agreement, checking the stew to ensure it doesn’t burn,

My father stretches like the creature that humans call cats before dragging himself into the “kitchen” to check my cooking.  He stirs the concoction with a makeshift ladle and smacks his lips as he tastes it.

“Could use some seasoning,” Malik comments before sprinkling some dried seaweed into the soup.

We sit in silence as we wait for dinner to be finished, and we entertain ourselves by watching Kano cuddle with the human.  Eventually, Malik goes to wake them both up while I serve the stew in emptied coconut shell bowls.  I almost drop the last bowl of hot stew when a shrill scream rips through the air.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Kisame x Child! Reader

I know I write a lot of family stuff, from kids to siblings but I just find it cute. The kind of bond a man can form with his child, regardless of blood. It helps me get out certain ideas and work up inspiration for other things. Can you tell I have family issues yet?

The blue man was walking quietly through the woods, he had returned to the base after a long mission and wanted to take a dip in his favorite lake. It was somewhat near the base but just far enough in the woods to be hidden from anyone following any trail, the male actually greatly enjoyed his alone time. Though when he arrived, he noticed something was different, there was a basket floating on the water. It looked to have been there a bit, but strangely hadn't sunk. As he got closer, he heard soft whining, making him rush more than he was willing to admit. He stripped off his cloak and jumped in, once close enough he drug the basket to the edge of the lake and set it down on land before getting out.

Moving the damp blanket off the basket, he spotted a tiny infant inside. It was wrapped in a pink blanket, so he assumed it was a little girl, her skin was incredibly pale, and her lips had begun to turn blue. He became somewhat aware that her blanket was slightly damp. She was frail and underweight, and for some reason this pissed him off to no end. Sure, he could be blood thirsty, and yes, he has killed A LOT of people. But this was a baby, abandoned to suffer and die in this lake. He was fast to stand and lift the baby quickly, grabbing his cloak the shark man wrapped her up in it and rushed back to the base. He had come in right before a meeting it seemed, meaning everyone was sitting around in the living room. Konan was the first to notice the infant and stood from her spot, seeming alarmed by his appearance and sudden barging in. "Kisame? What's wrong?..." She and Pein approached him, watching as he adjusted his arms to show them the baby girl much more clearly. "I found her floating on the lake..." Konan seemed astonished as she looked at the baby, gently taking her from him and cradling her close. "Poor thing..." She looked to Pein pleadingly, the ginger male gave her a blank look as her eyes remained locked with his. "Fine... We can keep her... Itachi we have a mission for you." He had turned to the male immediately as he spoke in an exacerbated tone, making the weasel roll his eyes. Everyone knew Itachi had practically raised Sasuke, so it was logical he'd be the one sent out to get the things they would likely need.

                 🍼3 Months Later🍼

It had been 3 months since little (Y/N) came into the Akatsuki, Kisame had stepped up as her guardian immediately. Of course, Itachi had been having to teach him how to care for the child, but the shark man didn't mind the work as it was surprisingly taxing and reminded him how long it had been since someone had tested his endurance. (Y/N) loved him like no other, always smiling and giggling when he was around. He had honestly enjoyed it, (Y/N) loved him unconditionally no matter what he did or looked like. Right now, the large man was holding her close to his chest, he was simply wandering around the base in his Pj pants and tank top. It was late at night, and he was trying to put (Y/N) back to sleep, this had become a midnight constant. He was tired but patient, he was a night owl anyways and probably would have just gone out to the lake for a swim if she had stayed asleep.

The other's had surprisingly taken to the little girl, Kakuzu had even taken to bringing her little gifts on his way back from missions. Pein was fine with it because thanks to the little girl teamwork among the organization had increased, thus increasing productivity and income. He grinned as he looked down to see her eyes drifting to a close, one large hand reached up and stroked her cheek gently. "Heh... Our little miracle..."

                   🍡5 Years Later🍡

"Daddy!" Kisame had looked up with a grin, he and Itachi had been away for a week on a mission, and he had missed his little girl. They had been on the trail back to the base, the boulder in front was already in view and so was his little girl. He had stopped, quickly kneeling down and opening his arms. (Y/N)'s smile only widened as she ran right into his embrace, as he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him like a baby koala. "Welcome home daddy." He grinned as she cuddled into him, his footsteps lulling the little girl into sleep before they even made it back to the boulder. "I'm glad to be home... My little Miracle..."

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Part three of loan shark natty

Title: The Oversight [Part 3/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 3465

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, guns, blood, death, sort of dark nat if you squint, horrible grammar

[A/n: If you guys haven't picked up on it yet, this will be slow-burn. Also, thank you so much for the positive response to this story, it means so much!]

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It had been two weeks since the incident that you had deemed ‘the business proposal’, though, if you were being honest, you knew exactly what it was. The bruising against the side of your face, fading from a deep dark purple to an ugly muddy brown reminded you of the encounter. The faster you healed, the more your nerves started to prickle dangerously.

Each time the brass bell above the diner’s door would ring, your eyes would flick to the entrance. With bated breath, you’d study the tired businessman, the English major running on nothing but burnt coffee, or the single mother just looking for some reprieve. Much like yourself.

Clint Barton was the last person you expected and wanted to see. He was certainly the last person you wanted to see, despite the sheepish smile on his face. There was shame etched into his features and a strange softness to his eyes that starkly contrasted the man who had nearly broken your jaw.

His hair was sprinkled with droplets of water, a sweatshirt dotted from the persistent drizzle that seemed to plague the city. He dutifully wiped his feet on the mat and made his way over to you. Instead of his usual booth, Clint sat on the last stool and scratched the stubble on his chin.

He glanced at the menu as if he were going to order something different than his usual. Maybe he wouldn’t order anything at all. But, you had a feeling you weren’t going to escape the conversation at the tip of his tongue, nor the obscenities at the tip of yours.

You poured him a cup of coffee and set it in front of him without being asked. Clint could swallow down a whole pot of extra caffeinated without a second thought. For now, you urged him to pace himself silently.

“You got a couple of minutes?” He asked behind the rim of his cup.

The diner was mostly empty. It was the middle of the workday and had been a slow four hours thus far. There was only so many times you could wiped down the same table and replace the salt in the shakers.

The cook made eye contact with you as he poured alcohol from his flask into off-brand orange soda. You got a short shrug in response. Otherwise, the place was empty. Clint had timed his arrival perfectly.

“Sure. You’re not going to beat the shit out of me again, are you? Those cameras aren’t hooked up, but this is still a public place.”

“Look, I wanted to apologize for that. Bad information breeds bad reactions. I was doing what I was told. You’ll learn that that’s the only way to get anywhere in this practice.”

He stated it plainly as if you weren’t silently inducted into a criminal ring. You weren’t exactly sure what they did but if it was half as bad as what they’d done to you, it was trouble. Clint could sense your unease. He placed his mug down and lifted a bandaged eyebrow.

“Hold your grudge, y/n. I sure would. Natasha simply told me to collect you after your shift. So, you can sit here and glower at me like a grumpy little monster or you can make conversation and we can become friends.”

You hated how good the second suggestion sounded. He was charming in an annoying type of way. You’d never clicked with anyone in the diner before, certainly not the only other employee that stood behind the grill.

Clint was staring at you like he knew you’d already folded. He covered his smirk with another sip of coffee. You wanted to wipe the cocky grin off his face. He had effectively taken a shot at you, that much was true, but you had crumbled just as easily under Natasha’s wishes.

“Friends is a stretch.” You sounded out.

“Acquaintances, then.”

You conceded with a small nod and Clint smiled in a way that could only be genuine. He swallowed off the rest of his coffee and made small talk with you as you hustled around the restaurant. There was a small rush after classes at the community college let out. But you were able to carry on a conversation, learning a little more about him.

He’d been friends with Natasha for a long time. That much was clear by the way his eyes crinkled along the edges when he’d recall memories that stretched past their current affairs and into childhood.  

“We met when we were twelve. I’d just moved to town and was this scrawny, awkward mess of puberty and acne. An easy target is what I’m saying. A lot of neighborhood boys would target me, but I was faster than them. It usually worked in my favor, but there was one day when it had just snowed and it was impossible for me to get any headway.”

Clint regaled you as you filled up his mug for the third time. You lingered behind the counter, chin on your hand as you listened intently.  

“Six of them cornered me at a construction site. I didn’t even know how to begin to fight back. I was beaten close to death and then I heard Nat. She ran head-first into danger, tried to take on every single one of them. Of course, she got the shit kicked out of her too, she was just a kid there was no way for her to win. But that didn’t’ matter because she got back up every single time. Eventually they got cold, or bored, probably both.”

You didn’t want to admit that you were impressed. “Shit, that’s quite the meeting.”

“She’s tough, y/n. Not someone you want to fuck with.”

“So, this is a warning, then?” You smiled.

He shrugged his shoulders “A cautionary tale.”

He drove a 1970 Dodge challenger that smelled like cherry leather polish. It was the nicest car you had ever seen, that is, until he pulled up the iron-gated mansion on the outskirts of the city. There was a brilliant view of the harbor, the water a deep and dark blue that seemed endless, an orange sun casting delicious shadows against the docks.

The house was brick, built in a southern style with a large wrap around porch and a stone fountain in the center of a circular gravel drive. It was three stories of decadence, surrounded by large oak trees and the deepest green grass. This was the home of a Politian, or of someone who had one under their thumb.

Three black SUVs were parked in tandem outside. An equally pitch Corvette Stingray was parked directly in front of the steps. You struggled to muffle the thoughts of Natasha in the front seat. The vehicle suited her, and while you most certainly were not a car person, you knew the value of a ride like that.

Clint squirmed with pride, that same smile on his face. It was one that often accompanied him, you’d learn. He took the steps two at a time and waited to open the doors until you’d caught up. He removed his jacket and draped it over the coat rack just by entryway. You, however, were preoccupied by the elegance of the home.

The floor was a checkered black and white, stretching all the way down a corridor to open storm doors, letting in a crisp spring warmth. Light danced against art that cost more than your entire apartment building. White stairs clung to the wall and curved to the second floor. To your left, a dining room. To your right, a living area that had the softest white carpet, and a cream grand piano that your fingers twitched to run over.

There was a sour scent of bleach that reached your nose, and it was only then, did you realize the blood. It was distilled, a quiet pink color, that had been diluted by diligent scrubbing. The girl, the one that was often at Clint’s side herself, was on her knees a few feet away.

She held a scrub brush that looked like the ones used to clean the grout at the diner. Her forehead was damp with sweat, a few stray strands of dark hair falling into stormy gray eyes. The front of her shirt was stained in the majority of the blood. You failed to see how she would have much to clean from the floor. Yet, the bucket of water next to her was a frothy mess of red.

“An hour,” Clint tsked, shaking his head “I left you alone for an hour. I specifically said that I was coming back with a guest, and it was imperative not to freak her out.”

“I’m not freaked out.”

You were absolutely freaked out. But you were quick to realize whose home you were in. The scrubbing of a crime scene was startling, and you wanted to turn tail and run. However, you had seen worse before and your life had been spared once. You weren’t going to get squeamish now.

“You sound freaked out.” Clint turned his attention back to the girl “And its bad manners. If I were the police?”

“You wouldn’t have gotten through the gate.” She stood, dropping the brush into the bucket with a defiant splash. She was taller than you thought, the deep red of her collar harsh against her skin. There was a smile on her lips, and she reached out a hand to you. “I’m Kate.”

“This is y/n and she’s not going to shake that.” Clint batted Kate’s hand away “Who was this?”

Kate rolled her eyes. It was an action that you yourself would never do. Clint may be a bit aloof, but you had seen him in action. Namely when he was three seconds from snapping the bones in your face. She had no fear of him, though. There was a cockiness, a charming attention, to her stance. He didn’t’ seem to mind, or he had gotten so used to her attitude that seeped into him instead.

“I don’t know. Yelena brought them in. If you’re so concerned about the mess, maybe you should take it up with her.” There was a grin that mirrored Clints. She knew she’d won. “I can go get her if you want.”

“No need. Where’s Nat?”

“Out back by the pool. It’s a lovely day.” She leaned close to you, smelling of cleaner, of tin and of the slightest bit of chewed mint. “It’s great to meet you, y/n.”

You were careful not to lose your footing on the slick floors. Clint nudged the bucket with his toe as he walked by, sloshing about the soiled water. Kate cut him a look that only you saw, but it was one that was almost playful. She shook her head and went back to her task.

There were two things you had picked up from the conversation; Clint was afraid of Yelena, and there was somewhere soundproof in this house that she had taken someone that had lost a lot of blood. You shoved both thoughts to the back of your mind when you exited onto the back porch.

Natasha was stretched out like a cat in the sun. She wore a black bikini that left very little to the imagination. You could feel the blush against your cheeks as you averted your eyes to anywhere else, though, you swore she arched her back from the chair at the sound of your footsteps.

Her hair, still slightly damp, was cascading down her shoulders. She wore a pair of sunglasses, a book that was marked halfway through rested on the table next to her. She had clearly given up on reading, instead fully devoting herself to the sun.

Clint didn’t acknowledge her current state, nor did he have an adverse reaction to it. Your mouth was dry, and you shoved your hands into your jeans to keep them from trembling. It was a mix of fear and attraction that caught you off guard on a mostly empty stomach.

She moved her glasses down the expanse of her nose as you approached. Her stare was a startling green, raking across your form. She quirked an eyebrow. The specter of a smile on her face. Clint had noticed something you didn’t, his body language changing into something unreadable.

“y/n,” Natasha purred your name. You fought back a shiver. “You’ve healed nicely.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“ma’am? What manners you have. That’s severely lacking around here.”

Clint rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut. You did the same, partly out of fear. But mostly, you were distracted by the scars against her stomach, on her arms and down her back. It wasn’t something you had noticed at first, nor did you permit yourself to stare. Whatever had been done to you when they’d first taken you was nothing compared to what Natasha had been through. Her body told a story, one that you longed to learn.

“Hey sharpshooter,” She turned her attention to Clint “I think Yelena might need your help downstairs. Y/n. Stay.”

It was a clear dismissal, and one that he didn’t’ take lightly. He patted you on the shoulder before entering the house once more. You listened to his footfalls for a few moments, holding your breath until you started to feel your vision falter.

You’d been alone with Natasha before. But this felt different. Heavier. The questions that you’d had these last two weeks were meant to be answered. She gestured for you to sit on the opposite chair, which you did carefully, body tightened to make yourself as small as possible. She removed her glasses entirely, a strand of russet hair falling into her gaze.

“You’re going to quit your job at the diner.” She said.

“I can’t do that,” Your response was automatic.

Natasha sat up, placing her bare feet adjacent to yours. Her knees were pressed against your own. She easily could have pushed your own open and she stared at you as if she contemplated the fact herself. Instead, she lilted her head and peered at you.

“What I mean, ma’am, is that’s my livelihood.”

“Oh, I understand. I wasn’t perfectly clear. You work for me, now. You’re on my payroll. I’m sure it’ll be quite an upgrade.” She leaned closer. “Do you know what I do, y/n?”

You swallowed hard and shook your head. There was an inkling. But it was just speculation. Someone with a home like this had a good handle on business. Natasha certainly conveyed fear, and commanded respect. So did the people who worked for her, willing to take a bullet in moment’s notice.

You weren’t there yet, but you were sure with a little persuasion, you would be. Part of you had felt slighted. They’d pulled you from your life, from your daughter, and threw you into this without any type of explanation.

“The harbor behind you is a center of trade. Whoever controls the harbor controls the city, and for generations my family has had a monopoly when it comes to what comes in and out. There is not a single freight that can dock here without getting past me. Recently, that’s been threatened.”

She sighed and worked a hand through her hair. Her stare flicked past your shoulder, focused on the expanse of water that had been a staple in your life. You’d walk along the docks, chat with the vendors on the way to work. It seemed like a friendly place.

“There are two prominent families in this city, Y/n. The Romanov’s and Danver’s. For the past three years they’ve been pushing back against the real leadership, getting creative. Looking for change. But we simply can’t allow that to happen. Things work as they are.”

You had a feeling that this was the core of her beliefs. Things how they were weren’t so bad. Each person had their own struggles but when it came to integral crime on the streets, in the boroughs, you hadn’t noticed anything and that was the way you liked it. Ignorant, maybe. But it was none of your concern. Not until now.

“A lot of people work for me, but my numbers are dwindling. It’s hard to find good help anymore. You know how it is.”

You didn’t.

“There’s something… in you that I admire. A perseverance to live and protect and you’re going to do exactly that for me.” Natasha stated this plainly. “The Winter Soldier will be predisposed. Not permanently. But I would like you to replace him.” 

There must have been disbelief written across your features because Natasha laughed, actually laughed, as your jaw fell open. It was a lovely sound; you must admit. Bucky was well known in the neighborhood. Even without being knee deep in mafia sludge, you had heard of him. You feared him. And the thought of stirring the same reaction seemed unattainable.

“I… what about Clint?” You asked dumbly. He seemed like the natural choice.

“He’s got his hands full with an heiress who, I’m sure you can tell, is a bit aloof. But extremely valuable. Much like yourself.” She quirked an eyebrow “if it’s experience, you’re worried about, don’t be. I’ll train you myself.”

She stood and tapped your leg with her fingers, arousal shooting straight to your core at the slight contact. Your body almost refused to move, but you were quick to snap out of it when she smiled wolfishly down at you. “Now, have you ever killed anyone?”

Your voice was pinched. “No.”

“We’ll have to change that, darling.” She started to saunter away, grabbing her silk cover-up from the back of a nearby chair. She slid it over her shoulders, and it hugged her form with just enough ferocity as the bathing suit. “Come, dear. I have just the person in mind.”

The basement was significantly cooler than the rest of the house, bathed by the sun. As you descended the stone steps, you fought the urge to smooth your fingers over your skin to quell the frigid air.

Natasha seemed unbothered. She led you into a large room that you assumed was soundproof. It was a fairly empty room, lit with artificial bulbs that reminded you much of the warehouse they’d kept you in for the weekend. This seemed more malicious though. Not something to extract information exactly. A form of punishment.

A man was strung up from a low hanging rafter, his feet barely touching the ground. Rope was tied around his wrists, his hands above his head. Blood dripped like syrup from his lips, from a wound against his side. His left knee looked unnatural and broken.

You fought back a groan at the sight, at the smell of him. One eye was swollen shut, his fingers curling when he noticed Natasha’s presence.

Clint’s back was to you, his fingers dancing over an array of tools. He hummed a Metallica song, stopping at a pair of pliers. Yelena had her arms crossed over her chest, walking a slow, predatory circle around the man.

“No,” Yelena took the pliers from Clint “He will need his teeth to talk.”

Your throat tightened. This was the same woman who had sat next to your daughter in the diner. The one who had complimented her art and your job at raising her. She was easy to have conversations with, charming in the purest sense.

She turned towards both of you. “Natasha, you shouldn’t wear open toed shoes here. It is unsanitary.”

The woman next to you was not admonished in the slightest. Not by the cold or the harsh words of Yelena. Instead, she studied the man in front of you. He was in rough shape. If he hadn’t talked yet, he wasn’t going to. That much was clear.

This felt like the first time you served without following around an older, more experienced waitress. Your fingers were trembling and there was a wild nervousness that was in the pit of your stomach. Eventually, you learned, and it was second nature. You wondered if that’s what Natasha wanted. For you to learn not to cringe away from things like this. Just like the Winter Soldier.

As if to prove your thought process, Natasha said “Which one of you has your gun?”

They both pulled them out of various places at the same time, without hesitation, to the question. It made sense that Natasha didn’t have a weapon on her, not with the outfit that she walked around in. The cover-up was too tight against her skin, too revealing.

Yelena was closer, so Natasha grabbed the weapon from her. “Have you ever shot a gun before?”

“I have.”

Your second foster father was a deputy sheriff in Minnesota. On half-frozen nights, he’d return home from the local bar reeking of sour alcohol and sweat. The door to your bedroom would creak open and he’d drag you from bed, barefoot and in your pajamas.

Most of the time, he had cans set up on an old picnic table that had rotted through. At first, it was your job to set the cans back up and fight off hypothermia. But after three or four sleepless nights, he taught you how to shoot. His body was warm against your back and the first time the gun kicked you had nearly broken your nose.

You considered yourself a good shot when it came to cans, wild turkeys, and even the occasional buck. This was different. This was a human being that was taking in heaving breathes and fighting to pull himself up to give his bad knee a break.

“Do you know how to aim?” Natasha asked.

“It’s been years.”

“Okay,” She breathed.

You flinched when she moved behind you. Her warmth was all encapsulating. She smelled of sunscreen, and vaguely of the salt of the ocean. Natasha’s fingers pressed against your hip, giving you a small squeeze, signaling for you to take a step back.

Her other hand dropped the pistol into yours, heavy and warm. Her hand trailed up your arms, giving you goosebumps, fingers tightening around your own until you held the gun towards the man. The stranger.

Natasha’s chin was on your shoulder, her breathe hot against your cheek. Her voice came out in a whisper. “Right there. When you’re ready.”

She’d aimed the tip of the gun directly between his eyes. You could hear your heartbeat in both ears, vibrating through your body. It wasn’t hesitation, exactly. In this moment, it was his life or yours. Clint and Yelena watched you carefully, with intent.

You took a deep, shaking, breath and clenched your eyes before pulling the trigger. You expected some sort of blow-back. The same throbbing pain that you recalled from shooting at the cans. The scent of gunpowder mixing with cold.

None of those came.

Instead, there was a small click. The safety was on, and though you had squeezed the trigger with the intention to kill, it simply did not fire. You inadvertently slumped back into Natasha and the hand on your hip snaked around your middle, holding you close.

“You won’t have to kill often,” Natasha explained “But it’s good to know you’d do it without question if I tell you to.”

“Oh, Natasha, do not play with her. It is not nice.”

Smoothly, Natasha worked the gun from your hand and switched the safety off before you could blink. She fired two shots in succession, not releasing her hold on you. Your ear was ringing and the man in front of you slumped in his bindings.

“Okay. Very effective. You owe me bullets.” Yelena took her weapon back. “You are cleaning this up.”

“That means I’m cleaning this up.” Clint said.

Natasha hummed in agreement, finally pulling herself away from you. “I think this a job for two, don’t you, y/n?”

There wasn’t room to disagree with her. Not when you could only hear out of one ear, your skin still buzzing from her lingering touch. You could have sworn you felt her own heartbeat against your shoulder blade.

 But you’d never bring that up.

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contents: description of body horror(?) how you call it, description of mutated creature (aka Voldemort), Writing exercise: Voldemort

a/n: I haven’t read all the books and I’m not planning to do so. I got through till order of the phoenix and it was already a battle on my side. I hate the books and Harry’s character, I’m sorry. So if there is something not making sense canon vise here or any of my future writings, that’s why.

One of the things that always strikes me as odd, that Voldy isn’t that scary(?) or gruesome as the main villain of the story. Based on the things we learn about him, we never see much of his actions. I think his character would’ve been more interesting if we see more horror fuel stuff from him … or just him to do anything .I also imagine him looking more reptile like and terrifying.

English is still not my first language

drawing is by me :D

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An eerie feeling froze the blood in the participants' veins, as they heard the sound of naked feet tapping on the dark, marble floors. The patting was mixed with the sound of skales flowing on the shiny surface, omitting a low hissing ring.

The Malfoy manor was silent, even more so than usual. An unnatural stillness covered the building from top to bottom. It felt like the house was sick to its bone, trying to sweat its uninvited guests out.

This stillness was thick like fog, and was silently screaming into their ears.

The halls were dark, only illuminated by flowing candles, which lended the naked legged creature an even more haunted look. It was a stretch to call that being a man, because he wasn’t. Not anymore. He tossed away his humanity long ago, when the first part of his soul got torn out from his chest and shoved into an object.

Killing, consuming, ruling.

More power, more fear in hearts, more torment in minds.

The Dark Lord was walking slowly towards his ‘throne’ at the end of the long, gloomy table.

His cold figure casted a long shadow on the dark void of the floor, making it look even more ghostly.

He appeared as a mutated skeleton in the huge chair, swallowed by the fabric of his long, inky cape. His spider-leg-fingers lacked any meat or muscle, there was only paper thin stretched skin on the bones. As their gaze anxiously traveled up on skinny arms and on clothing, they saw a wretched neck first, not leaving anything to imagination. Every artery was bulging out, mercilessly working to keep the creature amongst the living, fueled by dark magic. The veins created an uneven surface of his porcelain skin, sticking out then diving back into bones.

When their eyes got used to the view of their horrific embroidery, they met with The Eyes. They sat deep in the dark holes of the reptile skull. They were glowing with a reddish light and burning with an icy flame. They lacked any kind of warmth that illuminated the orbs of men, they rather hid well contained violence and the enjoyment of other’s pain. His pupils were two lines as if a snake, cutting the red irises in half. Their look was hard and cruel, expanding in a cat-like manner when seeing something innocent breaking.

The shape of his skull tossed away the resemblance of a human’s, it borrowed the build of a reptile. If possible, the skin became even whiter and thinner than on the hands, in some places forming skale like growth around the eyes and mouth. The flesh of his nose has rotted away, leaving two empty holes in its place. The jaw extended, became longer and wider, bearing many shark-like teeth, with 4 huge fangs. The tongue became long and V shaped, having the ability to smell for prey.

There he sat at the long table, Nagini twirling around his neck and hissing something into his elf-like ears, smiling spine chillingly at his audience.

“Malfoy, why don’t you introduce me to your son?”

The voice that broke the silence was low, almost a whisper, but ran through the hall clearly. It was a strict sound, not tolerating anything but full obey of its orders.

The scarlet irises turned towards a young man, with shiny blond hair, pale face and big, gray eyes. He was wearing nothing but black which made his nervous paleness sickly.

“Perfect” - hissed the Lord while rotted away lips twitched into a terrifying smile, showing his huge sharp teeth.

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Tagging: @giosnape

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Little Fish Pt. 2

Reader is a Beautiful Siren who gets in over her head with the Mysterious and Ominous Danger that lurks beneath darker waters.

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TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! READER IS BLACK FEMALE, Leviathans, Sirens, Reader has short hair, FISH PEOPLE, Frolicking, Shark anatomy, Bony Fish anatomy, Explanations of Aquatic life behaviors, Food mentions, They eat fucking fish, Pod Dynamics (Not Omegaverse), Crude Humor, Sexual Content, Suggestive Content, Ocean references, LOTS OF OCEAN TALK, Violence, Domineering, Power plays, Will get graphic, mentions of murking, I spent too much time looking at vids on fish, CONSENTUAL ETHICAL POLYAMOUROUS RELATIONSHIP, GROWING RELATIONSHIP PAINS AT THE START, It's the ciiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife. Soft/Hard Boi Sanemi, Kyojuro is a fucking menace, Tengen is Tengen, TENGEN'S WIVES ARE PRESENT AND HE LOVES THEM! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE DENIED!

Pt. 1 , Pt. 3 , Pt. 4

Swimming hurridly, you didn’t look back behind you till you were outside of the small cave system you shared with Tengen, his mates, and Sanemi. Seeing nobody, you swam in till you found your alcove and dove into it. Burrowing under the kelp blanket, grasping your pillow for dear life. You stayed down there till you calmed down.

Venturing out slowly, eyes still wide as you searched for your roomies. You found them further in one of the larger, open mini caverns found within. Coming up behind the broad backed male mer in the room, you hugged him tightly from behind. He stopped telling the story he was reciting and slowly pulled you around to his front. Two other female sirens swam up on either side of you and looked at you, concerned etched in his features as he waited for you to speak.

“I saw it again,” you blurted out, not quite believing you had survived a second encounter. “I was tending the coral and just kind of fucking around, ya know? Then all the fish went away, and shit got all quiet n stuff. I saw something moving off in the distance and realized it matched the description you told me earlier, so I dove down into the coral and hid.” you word vomited.

You were unable to stop telling your story once you started. “I thought I was good cuz the fish started moving around again but PSYCH! Nope! I closed my eyes for one second, and there his bitchass was! Just staring at me!” your voice got louder and carried a hint of hysteria with it, yet still, you continued while your audience listened. Enthralled by your recitation. “Then like, I asked him to blink, and he did it! Cuz he totally wasn't blinking before and neither was I cuz I didn't trust him. ANYWAYS! I tried to bluff my way into him letting me go, and he wasn’t having it. So then I tried to play meek and mild, and he bull rushed me!”

You pushed away a small distance from Tengen and swam around the three mers. “I didn’t realize what I did before I did it. I heeled his nose, and like we both stared at each other! I mean, there was blood! And he looked happy about it or something! He just smiled n shit. It was creepy as hell. So I slapped him.”

You were deep in your recollections now. Not paying attention to where you were going, the others were swimming out of your way if it looked like a collision was imminent. “I said some shit back to him cuz he’s a fucking dick! And then he just goes, “You live today, little fish,” like he was in control of the situation or some shit.” You looked at them with irritated disbelief. Three sets of eyes met your one. They look at you with a different kind of disbelief. “Ok, ok! So what if he was! It’s still stupid he tried to lord it over me. I swear he enjoyed it when I smacked him.” you grumbled. Biting the tip of one of your talons.

One of the female members swims up to you and holds you gently by the shoulder. She looks at you sympathetically and kisses you on the forehead; then, looking at your eyes, she says briskly, “Anybody that can pin you like that generally has the control in this situation. What the hell are you talking about?” You looked at her confused, leaned to the side, and stared at Tengen. He was making a cutthroat motion with a hand and mouthing “NO.” The other two women turn towards him, growling. “Ladies, ladies!” he holds his hands up in submission. Trying to deflect while covertly flipping you off.

You back away slowly, delicately feathering your fins to propel you in the opposite direction. Your back collides with a solid wall of muscle, and you squeak, knowing who it is and hoping that he had not heard your story.

“A heh, heh, heh, Heeey. How ya doing, Sanemi?” You say nervously. Guts twisted and turned as you felt his arms pin you. “You saw it again?” He asks softly. “Uhh…yes,” you say quietly, trying to slink down in his arms and get away. He pulls you back up and turns you around. Holding you close to his body using the suckers at the base of his pelvic fins. You attempted to flee but weren’t able to budge between his arms and the lower abdominal fins holding you in place.

Instead, you looked up at him to face the music. Expecting to be met with his fury only to feel something inside you break at the look of tender concern in his violet orbs. You knew what his following questions were going to be. “He’s gone, and I get the feeling he isn’t going to come back. I think he was hunting me specifically. Which he appears to have given up on since he said I get to live!” you tried your best to sound cheerful and upbeat.

Your ruse failed, and instead, he moved his hand to rub the back of your head. Pressing you into his firm chest. “You can’t be sure of that.” He commented quietly. The commotion from the other three had died down, and you could feel them swimming around the two of you. “Maybe not, but he didn’t give off the vibe he was going to intentionally come looking for me, whereas the last time he defiantly had an “I will find you and murk yo ass” vibe going for him.” you snarkily supplied with a mocking tone as you imitated the serpentine predator .

Sanemi leaned backwards till he lay flat in the water, still clutching you. Tengen’s big head entered your peripheral vision, and you hissed at him. He rolled his eyes and ushered the two other women away from you and Sanemi with promises to explain everything, but they had to keep quiet about it. Once they cleared out, the green and silver-tailed Siren released you and swam off towards his section of your cave system. You followed behind, pretty sure that is what he wanted.

Once you arrived, he looked at you expectantly and nudged you forward with a hand. You slithered past him through the entry tunnel that opened into a warm cavern. Completely enclosed, it had a small beach that you saw your male companion had dug into and created a nesting ditch. You swam up to it and inspected it quietly. More instinctual than anything else. Pulling yourself up, you slide down the side of the deep depression and nestle yourself down into the comforting sandy pit. Sanemi’s large, heavy frame followed soon after. Wrapping himself around you, aligning his body with yours so you faced each other. “I know you aren’t going to report this just like we didn’t, but from now on, you need to be careful. Try not to be alone from now on.” He requested, quietly and softly rubbing your cheeks. You nodded in agreement, burrowing your face into his neck.

Sometime later, you feel another body slide in and cozy up behind you. “I modified our story a bit to the ladies. Our lovely partner here,” He hugs you from behind, pelvic fins fanning out and dancing over your scales suggestively. “has a rather strong and intimidating suitor from a different pod somewhere in the area that was overly pushy today. And that we bravely rescued her, only to leave her at his mercy later. So, I have been kicked out of my lovely love nest to spend the night with you two as my three lovely mates believe I am shit for not staying behind to make sure things like that don’t happen. I should have known better.” He ends his misleadingly cheerful rant by biting you on the shoulder.

“This also means I am left high and dry while my women are doing - whatever it is you women do - when we aren’t around.” One of his arms snakes around your abdomen. Tengen licks down your neck as Sanemi watches, amused. He rubs up against you, and your eyes narrow. “Why are you two like this?” you sigh. Not put out by their forwardness but also not understanding why they were pushing for intimacy now. “Reasserting claim,” Sanemi whispers against the shell of your ear. Tengen sucks on your other ear. Purring while he begins to wrap his body around your tail, similarly to Sanemi’s.

“Claim over who and what!? I am not mated, thank you very much.” You defiantly pointed out. Both men grumbled and bite you gently on opposite sides of your throat in reprimand.

“About that, you ever going to acknowledge that the three of us are more or less mates?” Sanemi queried with a slightly bitter undertone. You started to pretend you hadn’t heard him when you hear Tengen’s warning growl.

“It feels weird.” You whisper meekly. The two males stop their ministrations and movements. Waiting for you to continue. “Tengen has three mates already, and it hasn’t been that long since he claimed them either.” you whined.

Sanemi flicked your forehead, then pulled your chin so you face him. “Not good enough. That was arranged. This is not.” He quickly bent down to kiss your neck, trailing his tongue slowly up to your jawline. Another set of warm kisses caresses your skin. You moaned happily, rubbing yourself against Sanemi. “I’m not ready yet, to go official. It just feels weird. I can’t explain it. Like something isn’t complete.” you say breathily.

Tengen’s hands have come up to massage your breasts, twirling your nipples between his fingers and tugging slightly, listening to your whimpers of pleasure. The two began to trail their taloned phalanges across your sensitive body. The intimate and enthralling feeling of your bodies writhing together in a finned, scaled mass was so overwhelming to the senses that you were letting off aroused pheromones, making the two male mers touching you, trill with excitement. The moments that followed were pure bliss filled with moaning and passionate declarations of affection.

Eventually, your trio stopped and burrowed deeper into the sand to cuddle and sleep. “Whatever you say, our beautiful Lionfish,” Sanemi murmured into your gills. Being extra careful around the delicate flaps. Tengen hummed his agreement falling asleep behind you. Both wrapped themselves around you tightly, keeping you warm.

You were happy that they weren’t being pushy or forceful about making a binding declaration. Even though everyone in the pod knew it would happen at some point. You were missing something you couldn’t name, and until you found it, you didn’t feel comfortable making such an announcement.

The two mers fell asleep before you, but their combined warmth lulled you into a happy, dreamless slumber. Your final thoughts before you lost consciousness were that you hoped, should you reencounter the Levithan, that it would be more receptive to talking to you and maybe not follow you home this time.

You awoke to the sudden loss of the cozy heat that had enveloped you. Opening your eyes, you hissed as you dug yourself out of the sand and slid back into the water. Your two best friends were waiting for you, Tengen annoyed and Sanemi still half asleep. “You didn’t tell him we are on shift today, did you?” The larger, purple scaled male inquired, irritated. You made an “O” face and shook your head no. “Figures, let’s go.” he sighed and took off to leave. The remaining two of you followed behind him without making a peep. Still waking up.

Your trio swam to the edge of the reef, where you were joined by 20 other members of your pod. Assignments were given on which areas each team of ten would cover for the hunting parties. You were split up from your friends and assigned to the outer reef crew.

A worried look crossed your besties’ eyes, and you shook your head no. You assured yourself that nothing would happen on this trip and gave them a thumbs up. This would be a smooth and very uneventful trip. Totally.

How you wished your dumbass self wouldn’t get into these situations. Currently, you were once again hovering above the sea meridian as the rest of your teammates were searching for prey. Your extremely gullible self had fallen for the shiny trick once again. Though to your credit, you had seen small silver flashes that looked like schooling fish that had lured your down and you were not entirely wrong.

Around you were tiny groups of small silverfish being released from the darkness by the same Leviathan who had baited you yesterday. You contemplated your life choices and angrily thrashed your tailfin at him. He smiled up at you, letting the final batch go, and had partly breached the line of demarcation. His lower half is still hidden from your sight. “You’re easy to lure,” he stated plainly. Lazily reaching out for your arm.

You darted away just out of his reach. Knowing damn well he was teasing you. You flip him off as you settle a few meters away. He lazily swam below you, bringing himself back into range of your body. “Tell me, little fish, why do you tempt fate and come back here?” he sounded genuinely curious. “I didn’t have a choice. The hunting party,” you responded truthfully.

He hummed and nodded his head. “Will you do this often?” he questions. You shrugged. “I don’t know; I don’t make the calls on that type of stuff.” You dance around him while keeping your distance. Just barely.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you close on a particularly close pass. You panicked and slapped him hard with your fully flared tailfin. He turned with the force of the impact, and froze. You pulled your arm out of his grasp and went to dart away but he manages to easily grab you by the thick of your tail and pulled you back flush against his body. You felt yourself warm up as his rock-hard body presses up against you. A low growl begins that vibrates the water around the two of you.

Above, you saw the shadows of a few members of your hunting party. You struggled against his grasp and spoke in the most submissive voice you could manage. “I need to go back. They are going to wonder where I am.” The growl intensified, and you felt yourself being pulled down into the darkness. Fear shot through you, and you elbowed him back as hard as possible. He let out a surprised “oof” and loosened his grip just enough to allow you to bolt out of his grasp and into safety.

You turned around once you were a reasonable distance off and glared at him. He smiled back at you, sinking into the depths. “I look forward to seeing you again, little fish.” he taunted, then disappeared in the inky darkness. You shook your head and flitted away, looking behind you every couple of meters,

unsure if he would appear behind you. Once you met up with another pod mate, you relaxed, cast a final look below you, and returned to your duties.

Your team’s haul was decent. Y’all had corralled a small herd of large sharks into their fates and, as such, had scored a decent-sized meal for the pod overall. Sanemi and Tengen met up with you. They seemed relieved at seeing you safe and pulled you in for a hug. Your group separated from the other teams with some food and headed back to your caves. Silently, you contemplated telling them about your encounter with the Leviathan again but decided against it. The two were chatting happily, and you didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere by revealing that your dumbass had cruised into the beast’s clutches quite literally.

The pair light-haired male mers looked back at you smiling and urged you forward. You joyfully swam up to them and then passed them, instigating a new race. You entered the mouth of the system first, yelling out your greeting to Tengen’s three mates who stayed behind. Their duties were to provide a defense for your homes. They were built similar to Tengen but had a sizeable poisonous barb they could eject if needed in times of danger from their dorsal fin. They could also secrete a paralyzing tetrodotoxin into a cloud, making them the perfect defenders. Anything they couldn’t catch, they would do this to then immobilize and unalive whatever it was before it/they realized what had happened.

Tengen had natural immunities since they were from a similar subspecies of Siren. You and Sanemi came from differing subspecies as well. It wasn’t uncommon for different groups to band together and maybe form a pod for safety and efficiency. It also helped to introduce new bloodlines and prevent inbreeding.

That is how you, Sanemi, and his little brother ended up with this group. You had both left your respective pods early during a mass meeting in your younger years. When you would still be dependent on the nursery care system. Unable to hunt for yourselves but big enough to run errands for other members. Learning the ropes beside Genya as he was too small and had to remain in the clutch with the other younglings. Such exchanges of members are acceptable.

You still recall fondly meeting large and agile males who swam before you. New to the pod, your green and silver companion was unknown to you at that point, as was his purple and silver counterpart. You happened upon the two of them fighting it out for superiority. Hierarchy was a thing with your species. They were in their early teens when the males would start vying for status, and all mers in their bracket would start searching for their place within the pod. You had hatched a few seasons after them and were about 2 years younger.

You had watched them duke it out, hiding your body by pressing it against an overhang. They were beautifully feral going at it. Entranced by them, you hadn’t moved out of the way, and they swam towards you in their fury.

When they came too close, your fins had flared out in an aggressive display. The pair had stopped and stared at you in awe. Tengen had been the bolder of the two and reached out to touch you earning him a hard slap to the face. Sanemi had tried next.

You later learned they hadn’t seen fins like yours before and had been trying to figure out how you swam with fins that appeared to be torn up. At that moment in time, you were trying to push the two aggro males back with your display. Sadly, all your actions did was provoke their interest even more. You conceded and admitted defeat. Letting them feel your fins but also giving you a chance to investigate them as well.

Unlike your more timid counterparts, mermaids, Sirens were creatures of touch. You traveled in trios typically and would frequently bump or brush up against each other. Petting and rubbing are reserved for closer relationships. Hand holding, linking arms, and kissing are acceptable forms of PDA. Tail wrapping could also be seen as admissible. Provided it stayed in a family-friendly and not family-making manner.

By the end of the three of you comparing your fins and patterns you had bonded. Meeting up every day thereafter. Y’all were recognized as a close trio more than likely slated for mate bonds if anyone was to hazard a guess. You learned that, once you all were entered into adulthood, Tengen was already matched, as was his kind’s tradition, in an arranged mate set up with 3 other female sirens. Initially, you were concerned they would see your relationship encroaching on their own but were extremely grateful as the mer you mutually cared about was a bit much. They welcomed you and Sanemi into their dynamic with open arms.

Ever since then, the 5 of you had formed your group. Occasionally, y’all would be questioned on when you would create your family sub-group and announce your mate bond with the other two men. The men would deflect while you just calmly denied it happening. Never elaborating, keeping your reasons to yourself till the previous night.

Fingers snapped in front of your face bringing you out of your reverie. “What?” you snapped. Sanemi booped your nose and motioned you to enter the larger man’s dwelling. The other three mers were absent, probably taking the chance to socialize while you were out. You weren’t sure what defenders did outside of what their name implied. You had enough on your plate with your dual assignment that both fed and protected the pod as a whole.

Snaking forward, you swam a bit finding the sunken depression in the rock where he would nest with his mates and settle down. The space is big enough for all five of you. Something that didn’t happen too often since both you and Sanemi didn’t want to intrude on their intimate moments. Y’all had been assured it was ok to join but rarely did.

Right now, you found yourself coiled around Sanemi, Tengen wrapping himself around the both of you with ease. You listened as they talked excitedly about their hunt. Embellishing aspects to make themselves seem more impressive and formidable. You saw straight through their bullshit but didn’t care. These were your idiots, and you were fine as long as they were happy. They spoke excitedly, one trying to top the other in retelling everything they had done.

Your mind wandered back to the Leviathan from earlier. He had been so calm handling you until he caught you. Then you were reminded that he was, in fact, your only true predator in this vast ocean you both called home. Both your kind are apex, but he indeed was the true apex predator. You remembered how his skin and scales felt pressed against your own. How your blood had started racing, not just from the perceived danger. You felt a rush of excitement. You shook your head. Dismissing the asinine conclusion your brain was trying to come to.

Tengen cleared his throat and demanded you pay attention to him as he got to the good part. You smiled at him with an “Mmmhmm” and gave him your over-exaggerated attention. He beamed and adjusted his diamond-encrusted headband while talking animatedly, backed up by a content and smiling Sanemi.

You felt a disturbance in the waters around you and were greeted by the other three women. They smiled and settled down amongst the three of you. Your metas asked for a quick recap which the men were happy to oblige. You took this moment to observe them. Makio was a beautiful tanned siren. She was built like Tengen, with Similar markings, but she was rich brown and yellow for her tail as opposed to his coloration. Suma was paler with a purple and white tail. His third mate, Hinatsuru, was spotted instead of striped. Much like a zebra shark. She was a base royal purple with lilac spots. You reached out to stroke her tail. Tracing her spots. She beamed at you and snuggled in close. Pushing Tengen away. You chirped happily and nuzzled her.

Your evening was spent cuddling your makeshift family, only breaking apart to feed. All of you decide to bunk down there for the night. Too content in each other’s warmth to go anywhere else. Each of you had completed your assigned duties, so you were free to do with the rest of your time as you would. Y’all fell asleep in a mass cuddle puddle, buried under the others since you tended to get colder quicker. The men radiated heat, so they topped the pile of bodies. Tengen’s soft snores were the only noises emitted.

You awoke early in the morning and struggled to free your trapped body from under the others. You didn’t have a hunt to report to, but you were curious if the Leviathan would be waiting for you today. Slowly you slid yourself out from under everyone. Careful not to wake anybody. Once free, you left your cozy home and swam off to the sea meridian to satisfy your curiosity.

Upon your arrival, you were met with the same water contrast that was always present. Not sure how to draw attention or if you really wanted to, you opted to swim back and forth, keeping a safe distance from the boundary. Eventually, your eyes detected movement, and you saw some red snake out of the murky, navy-blue depths. You wondered if this was the same creature or a different one. Swimming up farther just in case it was the latter. Again, you refused to go out like a bitch.

The red body wove itself in and out of the boundary. Never fully revealing itself. You assumed you were being teased again if this was the same predator from before. Looking away you scan the open waters around you for anything to grab and chuck at the creature. But came up empty.

Getting tired of waiting for it to show its head finally, you opted to yell at it. “Are you gonna keep doing the spooky peek-a-boo bullshit, or are you gonna show yourself?” you challenged. Almost immediately, the body disappeared into the darkness, an action that puzzled you. Based on the Leviathan’s previous behaviors, you assumed he would have come up and tried to grab you. Instead, he disappeared.

You held your position and fanned some water downwards into the inky almost black waters. A matching wave came back at you. You did it again and so did he. A laugh escaped your lips and you opened your fins up fully to push a larger wave of water towards him.

Instead of getting one back, a head popped up out of the murk. It was similar looking to the previous Leviathan you encountered but he looked much younger. You waved cautiously at him and he returned it smiling at you. You wandered closer to him to investigate. He appeared nervous and overly cautious. “Hi! I very obviously won’t hurt you. You are the bigger fish here after all.” you said plainly. No use trying to bravado him. He wasn’t being aggressive towards you.

He smiled brightly at you again. “I don’t think you could if you tried.” He replied softly. He sounded adorable! His hair was much shorter and in a well-kept ponytail in comparison to the other, larger Leviathan you had encountered. “So, tell me about yourself.” You prodded. He looked you over and shook his head. “Why aren’t you fleeing?” he asked you. You shrugged. “If you were going to eat me you would have by now. Besides, you seem friendlier than the other one.” you supplied.

He considered you in quiet contemplation, opening his mouth to speak when a muscled arm shot past him and grabbed you dragging you down to the boundary line. You struggled against the grip fruitlessly. The younger Leviathan’s eyes widened and he grabbed for you. Trying to pull you towards him and away from the dark. Your back met a firm, hard, and warm chest.

“Little fish, what are you doing?” a deep voice rumbled into your ear. You stopped struggling and hissed in reply. The younger creature stopped pulling frantically at your arms and looked up at the other older one with pleading eyes. “It’s my fault. I started playing with her. Please let her go.” he begged. You didn’t know why but you began to coo trying to soothe the panicking of what you assumed was a youngling of their kind.

Both males freeze. A hand gently crept under your chin and turned your head upwards. Your eyes locked onto the same predatory ones you had come to know and seek out. The calming coo noise still emitting from you had caught his interest. He leaned his head down closer to yours. Taking in your features. The smaller Leviathan inched closer to you and purred. The one holding you quickly looked at him and bared his fangs towards the approaching male. Your cooing stopped as you were unsure of the situation you were getting dragged into.

“Return.” Your captor ordered the other. The smaller boy looked torn but slowly complied. Tossing you one last forlorn glance back before he disappeared, leaving you alone with the predator who had, or was actively hunting you. You weren’t sure anymore.

The grip that held you tightly released and you slowly swam away. Keeping your body on your side of the ocean. Warily you stared at the creature you had come here to see. “Whaaat was that?” you asked boldly. He didn’t reply, only examined you before nodding his head. “Go home little fish. This is not your home.” He stated before submerging himself back into his side of the waters. You gave him the bird and hoped he saw it before angrily swimming off.

You were not sure why you were so angry. This was your fourth encounter with the beast that should have ended you and again he didn’t. You resolved then and there that you would figure out more about his species and if not the species, at least figure out why you were so fascinated with him directly. Any sane siren would have noped the fuck out of there. But not you. For some reason, you were compelled to seek him out.

So, with your new resolution, you began to sneak out when you could and try to catch glimpses of him. Some days he would shoo you, some days he would ignore you. But every day you went, you saw him. Those beautiful and captivating eyes of his looked both less and more hungry at the same time whenever they scanned the length of your body. Every day he warned you off calling you a “little fish”. Something that annoyed you but you tolerated since he had the advantage.

Your frequent disappearances didn’t go unnoticed by your group. Collectively they decided that as long as you came back unscathed whatever had caught your interest wasn’t harmful and that they wouldn’t interfere. Every night you still came back to them. That was what mattered. That you came back home safe and sound.

On one of your trips, you swam back to the shelf only to see the Leviathan waiting for you. Torso already on your side of the ocean. You gleefully swam up to him. It had been a few months since you started this and you were feeling comfortable around him. Realizing he more than likely was not going to try to eat you. You did notice he was glowering at nothing and seemed in a bad mood. You halted your advancement and cleared your throat to catch his attention.

You knew he heard you and also knew he was actively choosing to ignore you. Perhaps this was a new game between the two of you. You stayed where you were and he stayed where he was. Your stalemate continued on like this. Neither of you moving. Your patience wearing thin with each passing minute. Finally, you growled at him and aggressively swam towards him. “Hey, asshole! What gi-” you started to berate him but found yourself very quickly captured in his arms again and this time you were pulled completely under and into the darkness.

Your body froze. Terror taking over! Every fiber of your being screamed to escape! Bite him! Scratch him! Do something anything to get out of there!! Instead, you remained motionless. The correct signals not firing to send you off into the proper course of action.

The arms holding you captive tightened and you felt yourself being forcefully guided down deeper into the inky, murky depths. Your gills were rapidly drawing in water as you silently panicked.

The creature holding you never made a noise. He swam down then paused. You could hardly make out the colors of his body but you definitely felt it wrap, gently around your tail. A whimper started to form from your throat but a single finger on your lips stopped you. “Be silent and look around you.” a quiet command was issued. You focused on calming your breaths. With time you settled and were able to make out your surroundings. Barely. It was dark as shit down here. What you did see made you want to scream.

Swimming not far off from you were different creatures. Some see-through and bioluminescent. Others were solidly colored but had all sorts of sharp angles and pointy bits on them. Most were bigger than you and all of them looked like they would have you for a snack if they were given the chance.

You pushed back into the body behind you. Desperately wanting to return to your safe, warm waters. Instead, he moved further down. The water was freezing and beginning to bite at your skin and scales. Your head was turned and you made out the outline of another large red Leviathan. This one was much, much, much bigger than the youngling you saw before and you guessed it was bigger than the one that held you now. Its form is not clear so the estimate was all you had.

“There are things worse than myself down here. Each day you swim that line, you test fate, little fish.” your captor whispered into your ear. “Do you want to go home, back to your safe little pod?” he asked. You nodded your head rapidly and felt yourself being pulled upwards. Your heart beat rapidly as you waited to see your beautiful, cerulean waters. After what felt like an eternity you could see peaks of light as you drew closer to safety.

Once you crossed the meridian the Leviathan were released and you bolted up. Turning back only once you were at the top of the shelf.

The Leviathan that had just pulled you under looked at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes , waved you off and returned to his territory. You fled desperately to yours.

[tickletricky]

Tidal Waves

CHAPTER 1

A/N: Blease help I wanted this to be longer, but alas, this is my first time writing for underwater stuff. I also had to research a ton of mf ocean stuff for this, and might make this into a miniature series in return for it being so short + I like the idea. This is also kind of a rush job, I admit-

Summary: @/laugherfixes had an idea about remoras, who make bonds with sharks, whales, and manta rays (from my research) and form a symbiotic relationship with them. (This also includes nibbling leftovers off of them, which would be very tickly for someone who happens to have sensitive scales...) 

Content: 1234 words (nice), lee!(mer)Moon, mention of Mer!Sun, underwater shenanigans. I could not find a shark to base Moon off of, but he needs to be constantly swimming (gills) or be at the surface (lungs) to be order to breathe which I proudly minded here :D / This is potentially one of the cutest but most fucked-up tickle fics to date because they’re nibbling pieces of fish flesh off of him but he’s also discovering tickling for the first time and that trope is always cute so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Trigger Warnings: Fish gore, devouring said fish gore, said fish gore being a centerpoint of said story. 

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Sun would always warn people; those that were on vacation, the swimmers that would visit, or even just random scuba divers, to stay back when Moon was like this. 

There was a certain point where he could no longer withhold himself; where it was too tempting to fall and become fully engrossed with the demented fun of chasing and hunting, temporarily giving up the last bit of humanity he had for it. 

His living surroundings buzzed loudly in his electroreceptors — the anemone, the school     swarming and scattering desperately for an escape, the irrelevant and inedible species flying past him in the murky depths, all while Moon’s tail swung back and forth, pushing him through the water. 

He would not deny, his muscles were sore, and his fins ached but he knew more than anything that the thrill and the meal were worth it — perhaps not equally at this point, as he had not had a meal in days. Hence why it would not be enough for him to only eat one — snapping at every edible thing in that school that he could get at, devouring them with precision and moving onto the next, leaving a mess and making an observable monster out of himself. The blood burst out in the water, leaving crimson explosions laying out in the deep, and the rest of the school fish finally dissipated. His gills desperately brought oxygen into his tired body, and, idly kicking his tail, Moon finally felt exhaustion make its course. His thoughts wandered about the experience he just had, as he usually as he heard the loud splashes and cries of carnivorous whales singing victoriously of their discovery of his kill — irrelevant to him, but he did want to avoid a confrontation. With his belly full and tail only swaying gradually, Moon exhaled slowly. It was a good hunt, he thought to himself. 

Very messy, however, as he glared at his dirtied scales and tried to rub the greasy gore off, only to make very little progress, lowly huffing at his own irritable, sensitive scales. 

As the ground below him disappeared into an abyssal plain and the light dissipated into an oceanic twilight zone, his eyes caught a hint of the sunlight glinting on a ocean shelf to his right. 

Slowing to a near-stop, Moon took a look across it. Plant life hid in the crevices, but more importantly, the massive rock serving as the main attraction of this seemed to have holes in it. Perhaps in the warm waters, Moon would be able to find something tropical and interesting, as he usually ventured around cold water, but found this temperature much more comfortable.

With one strong swing of his tail as a start, he began to swim up to see this mysterious place. Anemone threatened to nip and grasp at his curious, wandering talons, and he lowly hummed in thought until he felt a buzz along the side of his tail, around his ‘hip’ area. “Wha- get ohohoff!” He couldn’t help the little giggles escaping and the way his normally carnivorous jaws broke into a smile. It tickled! He’d never really felt a feeling such as this, and although he found it pleasant, he didn’t know why it was happening, and presumed it dangerous, until he saw the culprit. “Oh. It’s you.” The name of the fish that desperately clung to him and lightly nibbled at his sensitive scales was a harmless remora. They only cleaned the leftovers of the oceans’ denizens off their skin and scales — sometimes stuck around with them afterwards, often making bonds for life with those creatures when they did. A kind creature to see. Its tiny, beady eyes stared up at him and he lightly grabbed its tail and detached it from his fin, only for it to swim back. “Go find someone else. Shoo.” He lightly waved his hand at its face, watching it dive back into its reef. He felt a weight in his chest, turning his attention to the whales cruising in the distance peacefully through the waters near the surface as they sang and sensing the weight lift just a bit, the smile raising a bit more voluntarily. He decided that it was okay for him to be alone — he really didn’t mind not having constant company.

But just as soon as he was about to swim away, he felt the ticklish buzz on his side again. This time, more towards the underside of his tail.. “Hey! Hehehey! I told you to scraHAHA! Scraham!” He shooed it away and covered his face with the other hand as it lightly nibbled on his dorsal fin, giggling louder than he would’ve liked. He was so preoccupied with trying to pry the remora off (he would’ve denied it later, but had he hurt it during his process, he might have cursed himself) that he failed to notice that it had invited its friends — no, family, perhaps, over for their dinner.

“No no. No no no nohohohoHO! I’m not your lunch! Go awahahay!” His composure eventually completely broke down into squirming limbs and uncontrollable giggles and laughter, although he was still ultimately confused at why he was laughing. Two were nibbling at and cleaning different ends of his sides - the ribs on the left side, and down towards his waist on the right, moving to the opposite ends slowly, while the others gave small grazes to his dorsal fin and neck. “NA-HOHO!” He choked out, starting to try and swim away the instant that one touched his fins, but the free ones would cluster around his tail and make it impossible for him to get a decent start in the water without hurting any of them. Oh sure, he could still breathe, but he found it embarrassing that he was stuck here, a ticklish shark of all things, even more so when he let off a squeaky laugh as the smaller fish began gently nibbling away at his soft, white belly.

“EeeEHEEHEEE! Cut it ouhuhuhuhut!” Moon giggled, his frantic squirming causing him to splash the nearby surface or bump against something more than once. 

He had never laughed this much before at once, and felt dizzy and warm. But he couldn’t say it was dizzy in a completely bad way. Dizzy with laughter and fun, and smiling so much his cheeks ached, and feeling tingly and ticklish all over. 

But just a few moments after he curled in on himself and finally succumbed to the tickly feelings, the fun ended. His fish friends decided he was clean, and, still giggling, he unraveled himself, feeling his scales slick against each other smoothly. Oh, he WAS actually clean. Well, as clean as one can get from clumsy little remoras who are only interested in feeding.

He noticed the feeling dissipate slowly and his gills worked overtime as he made gentle circles around the reef on his back, the small fish who had been nibbling and tickling and cleaning his scales off were now attached to his adipose fins, located at his sides halfway down his tail. If it weren’t for said limb gently pushing him through the water, one might think he was dead; which he felt like he might just voluntarily pass out from how exhausted he felt, but he wasn’t dead. 

Maybe he needed to ask Sunny about this feeling later.

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hi!! my name is prisonjuice, u can call me that or variations or. anything else i dont really care, i use it/its pronouns, im an adult, and a writer/aritsts

im not particularly interested in being too out n about about my specific identity, but i will say that im an aroace-spec, nonbinary/trans, autistic/mentally ill, and disabled artist.

i mostly do oc stuff!! i have really complicated oc lore im always working on, but sometimes i might post fandom stuff- never anything serious though, god will strike me dead before i ever finish a second fanart!

I DRAW;

silly oc comics

silly fandom comics....

and when its serious work. my favourite things,

blood

guts

cannibalism

dismemberment

shark teeth snake teeth and little cat like nails

bright eye hurting neons like some sort of whore

sorry jesus [size difference in me ocs]

naked blood covered cannibalistic nonbinaries [they r just like me fr!!]

uuum. boobs

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artwork will also all be tagged with oil spill [general content tag] & rainbow works [visual media specific tag] from now on! along with the name of the universe + ocs in it :)

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I WRITE;

no fandom stuff. probably never will, im just not interested

all of my ocs are autistic. sorry

all of my ocs are trans too. oopsie mistake

all of them are furthermore generally mentally ill and very queer. whoops

sorry lesbians, i like men a lot and im nonbinary so i mostly write men and nonbinary ocs

hurt/sometimes comfort. heavy emphasis on the hurt though [<- whump writer]

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my most common tropes when writing are...

equally abusive relationships 😋

unequally abusive relationships 😱

religious symbolism

lotsa rot/grossness/bugs [inside people too!]

symbolism in general is like. my favourite thing

writing will also all be tagged with oil spill [general content tag] & crime record [writing specific tag]! along with the name of the universe + ocs in it :)

ill um.... make a masterlist of what each universe has goin' on eventually but dont expect me to add all of my ocs in that masterlist <- 500 ocs last i counted

FANDOMS;

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genshin impact

honkai star rail

boku no hero academia

cookie run [kindom, trying 2 get into ovenbreak tho]

bungou stray dogs

fear and hunger

silent hill

creepypasta

chainsaw man

obey me

vocaloid [i especially love abu-se ken, syudou, and nilfruits]

dungeons and dragons

magi

warrior cats

jujutsu kaisen

milgram