#the songs were “It's Ren” by Ren and “Sick Boi” by Ren

[vmures]

I worry a lot about a lot of things. Anxiety is often a close companion and it is easy to forget that it lies just as much as depression does. It's very easy for me to talk myself out of reaching out to friends I haven't heard from in a while because part of me worries that I'll be bothering them. It's easy to forget that they likely would just get joy out of the contact and be happy to hear from me.

I was thinking about this today because I got a DM from a friend I hadn't spoken with in a while. She wanted to share some songs with me that she'd recently discovered and thought I would love. And she was right, I did love them. There is something so incredibly powerful in feeling seen and loved. And so often all it takes is to share something with someone you love that made you think of them.

So here's a little reminder to go ahead and reach out. Tag your friends when you see stuff you think they'll love. DM, text, email, or call (depending on your tolerance for various forms of communication) them and share little moments with them. Sometimes it's those little moments that remind us we aren't as alone as we think.

[suoslalaloves]

Headcanons on how the boys take care of you when you're sick

Featuring: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Kaji Ren

Author's Note: First post with multiple boys :)), also I just realized I've been using all of their last names this whole time but we just gon ignore that LOL

Tell me what ya think of these headcanons :DD, press the slll writes tag to find my other works :))

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Okay bro would be panicking so much

You didn't answer your phone for like half a day and he got worried and when he found you with a hot fever he is c o n f u z z l e d and flustered.

Probably went to bofurin + Kotoha for advice

He is there at your beck and call, you need some medicine he's got you

You need some food he's got you

If you're someone who likes to ignore the sickness and get some stuff done– well too bad for you Sakura's out there with his claws to get you home

Will accompany you the whole time you will never be alone with this man.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing getting out of bed??? Who told you to get out? You need some food? I'll get some for you so go back to bed damnit!"

"Nirei and Suo told me to get some of these stuff and the others gave me these...ahh I don't know what to do!"

"You can go rest, I'll handle the complicated stuff."

I headcanon that Hiragi took care of him on the off chance he did get sick

So he tries to mimic whatever Hiragi did to him to make you feel better

He's like Sakura if he was a bit better hiding his panicking

He still reacts the same if you try to resist resting

If you've got a cough I bet he has some of those cough drops stashed somewhere and will drop them to you

Will play either soothing tunes or your fav songs to help you sleep and rest

"Hiragi what should I do first??"

"Here, some cough drops, I got more so if you want I'll give you more"

"Go rest, I'll play some of the songs you like, and I'll be here so don't worry"

"Hoo? And why are you up and out of bed? When you're still sick?"

I have just a tiny feeling Suo's a rich kid so once he found out you were sick he immediately got you to his house and made you rest on the softest bed ever

Probably make some teas for you

You need some warm meals he's making them for you too

You're sore? he will massage you

Probably has the most complex plan to help you get better

Just don't let him catch you out of bed though

"Is this good for you? Tell me if you need the blanket less or more thick"

"This type of tea helps you relax better"

"I made a simple soup for you, try it"

"Love...why are you out of bed?"

[the-bofurin-digest]

Ren Kaji Casual Headcanons

Casual Headcanons

~ Middle child syndrome. 9 out of 10 times his parents forget he exists. Older sibling(s) jerk, younger sibling(s) spoiled. ~ Refuses to sit normal in any chair or seat. If he isn't slouching, he's leaning, and if he isn't leaning, he's sitting one leg up or crosslegged. ~ Actually pretty good at board games unless its Monopoly. it sets him off. ~Closeted sailor moon fan. The theme song is on every 5 songs in his playlist (Enomoto started it because he is the president of the local fan club chapter) ~ Hates getting in a car. He gets motion sickness and would rather walk 10 miles instead of sitting in the backseat of any vehicle. ~ Favorite meal of the day is breakfast. Hates cereal but will kill any other sort of breakfast meal without complaint. ~ Started a class playlist when he became captain. It was the one thing that he felt like he could do to get to know other boys in his class based on what their 3 favorite songs were. ~ He has small feet. He wears thick socks and a shoe one size too big because he is self conscious about it. ~ Amateur photographer. Idk why but I love the idea of him sneaking off places to take photos of nature. ~ Actually really good at math, terrible at geography. ~ Loves heavy drum action. The thump thump action helps him steady himself.

Dating Headcanons

~ He doesn't know how it happened but one day you and Kaji were strangers, and the next thing you know the two of you were an item. He can't imagine not walking through town with you, side by side with both of you wearing your headphones in. Or sitting down by the riverbank on a day when its too hot to walk around. Him laying on his back with his headphones around his neck napping in the grass and you reading your latest book next to him, a soft breeze blowing. ~ Love language when receiving love: Quality time. He loves the fact you are willing to do absolutely nothing with him except sit in silence. He appreciates the company an not being alone. ~ Love language when giving love: Its a hard one for him, but when he is really trying to show how much you mean to him words of affirmation is the way he does it. It may just be something small like a "thank you" or an "I love you." But it takes a lot for him to do, you must be important. A fallback love language is Acts of service. He will do something here or there for you without asking out of habit. ~ The perfect date consists of your favorite foods, a nice blanket, and a quiet picnic spot where no one can find the two of you, followed by a nice nap in the sunlight (Kaji is a stray cat in my brain. let him sunbathe with his head in your lap and he's practically yours for life) ~ When Kaji gets irritated, it takes him awhile to get back to normal. He can cut himself off from his partner for days and they think he is still mad at them. But in reality its himself he is upset with and stays away in fear of hurting you again. Its going to take a lot of communication and patience. A simple system of maybe texting an emoji or something without words as a code to just check in during these times of space could be very beneficial (different emoji's meaning different things like 'im okay', 'I need to be alone', 'I am unsure how you feel', etc)

[judgementdaysunshine]

May I please request headcanons for Nana O, Ren, Yasu, and Nobu reacting to their female S/O singing and putting on a performance for her child who's dying from cystic fibrosis?

Oh I remember this episode 🥹

Nana O

She knew you had a child awhile after the two of you met and were getting to know each other but she didn't know that you had a very sick and chronically ill child that needed so much care

After taking things slow she soon meets your daughter who despite being sick was always carefree and happy and soon the two were inseparable and adopted your daughter before she went shopping for an engagement ring with her friend who is also called Nana and her friend Yasu

She helped you care for your daughter going with you to every appointment for treatments and checkups,holding you when you cried about how much you were afraid of losing your baby girl,and whenever you were tired or out she would jump in tending to and helping your daughter with whatever was needed

She and her friends along with your family planned to have a singing event in honor of her after the two of you found out her condition was rapidly going downhill and as a way to bring some comfort to her you would sing a song you wrote for her

She sat with your daughter while you singed and after you hugged her tightly while she smiled at both of you with tears in your eyes as she told you she was proud of you

You didn't know how much longer the two of you would have her but you both were going to enjoy every single moment you had left

Ren

He never thought he would find love after all that happened with Nana but when he met you boy how wrong he was

After a couple of weeks of slow dating you told him you had a child and you were surprised that he not only seemed happy about it but that he still wanted to keep seeing you and met your son

You had an 11 year old son who was your light in the darkest of tunnels and that you always cared for rarely ever leaving him unless it was with your best friend who was his godmother or your brother who was a great uncle and always had a hand out ready to help you whenever you were overwhelmed and needed a quiet moment to think or whenever you had to work

He knew he wanted kids in his future at the time he met you and soon after awhile you had him and your son meet and soon the two weren't seen without the other

He still loved your son despite him being sick and needing to have constant care and he jumped into learning how to care for him from dosing his medicine and having his machine ready to doing his treatments with him and always treating him no different despite it

As his condition went down hill you would sing to him whenever he was upset and to help him fall asleep so the two of you and his friends planned an event for him

You had been writing a song for him for a couple of years and you decided that even though you hadn't released it you wanted to sing it for your son

You singed with every emotion you felt keeping your emotions in and smiling seeing ren and your son watching you and waving

As soon as your son fell asleep and you sat down in her room beside ren you just sobbed while he held you wishing he could take away all pain not just for you but for your son as well

The two of you married on your grandmother's farm not only because you had been planning to get married for awhile even though there wasn't any proposal but also it was his final wish that he wanted to see

Not too long after he was in the hospital and you spent his last moment as a family until he took his final breath leaving you empty but ren knew as long as he was there with you you would slowly grieve and move on but still think of him everyday

Nobu

He always had a natural charm with kids that he always just had no matter what he could always calm a child down and make them laugh

He had met your daughter when she got hurt while you were preoccupied taking care of your son and didn't know she was gone until you noticed she wasn't beside you making your heart stop

You quickly look to see a blonde man smiling and talking to your daughter putting a bandaid on her and giving her chocolate after tickling her making her laugh loudly

"There you are" he looks at you immediately not believing the woman in front of him who looked more like an angel than a real human

The two of you run into each other again and within the next few months the two of you are dating and after another 3 months both your kids are calling him dad and it makes him the happiest person alive

As a surprise on your two year anniversary of being together he proposed to you and 5 months later you are married and he adopted both of your kids always taking care of them both especially your son who has been sick for 3 years now

The two of you plan a concert for him for his birthday and you sing a song you had written when you found out you were pregnant with him and sung it while he and his band and friends played with you

Both kids were watching with your sister right in front of both of you and ran into the both of your and his arms as your eyes filled with tears and started crying

You were always going to be terrified of the day that you would lose your son but no matter what you were not going to let it ruin the rest of the time the two of you had left with him

Yasu

He helped take care of his young cousins and his friends kids a bit so he had a way with children but never thought or knew whether he would have any of his own

He met you through nana considering that you were a childhood friend of hers and the closest thing to a sister she had and knew the two of you would be a great pair

You both fell immediately in love with each other but waited until after slowly dating and being together for 2 months to officially have him and your daughters meet each other

He knew about your 10 and 7 year old daughters but never met them so he didn't know what to think but when he saw them the trio immediately became attached at the hip with each other

He immediately helps and takes care of your eldest daughter who has been sick for a month now but also shows the same amount of care and love for your other daughter as well

After dating for 12 months the two of you got married and the next month he adopted both your daughters living the life either of you didn't think you each would have

Soon your eldest who is now 13 has slowly gotten sicker and in honor of her you and Yasu along with his friends performed a song you wrote for her and performed it on her birthday making her day

The two of you were going to hold the time you had left with her dear and still love your 10 year old and your future child that was on the way

[kanekoii]

Can we get a iluna (seperate) x girl! Reader who got sick waiting for them outside in the cold for a date? I honestly want it to be fluff comfort and maybe a teeny tiny bit of angst?

lyra’s notes -> this is one of my ones that was changed to be gn, also written right after i threw up so sorry i’m advance this might suck

pairings -> iluna x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, a miKYOscopic amount of angst, fluffy ending tho

song -> i wouldn’t mind - he is we

warnings -> food mentions, tsundere kyo, strong language

AIA AMARE ->

she knew she was running late, but she wasn’t expecting you to be sitting on the park bench she promised she’d meet you at with no jacket, snuffling gently. she’d quickly take you back to her apartment and plop you into a steaming bath. by the time you were done warming up again in the hot water, she’d have had warm pajamas waiting for you and a cup of hot chocolate/tea. even after apologizing profusely for running so late and letting you get sick, she still felt really bad. aia would try to make up for it by nursing you back to help and trying her best to make you happy. please reassure her that it’s okay and that you’re not mad at her.

ASTER ARCADIA ->

okay listen, he really wasn't expecting you to stay waiting for him when it was this cold outside! it was completely unexpected and he was SO worried when he saw how sick you had gotten within the next few days. he blamed himself for it, since he was the one running late in the first place. aster can't stand seeing you sick either, so he felt so guilty that he let you get this sick in the first place. please let him nurse you back to health, poor boy needs it to feel like he's at least a decent boyfriend.

MARIA MARIONETTE ->

she's a very energetic person and she can sometimes be pretty oblivious, but she noticed right away that you were getting sick because she had been running behind for that date a few days ago. of course it had to be on such a cold day and she wasn't there to keep you warm. she felt so bad she wouldn't leave your side until you were fully better. maria is a very sensitive person emotionally, so she really doesn't like seeing her beloved partner hurt or sick because she just wants you happy. let the girl snuggle you please. she's a living doll anyway, she can't get sick.

REN ZOTTO ->

due to his alien constitution that differs a bit from a human's, it's nearly impossible for him to get sick. but as soon as he notices the slightest scratch in your voice, he is scrambling to get blankets, a warm drink, and anything else you might want or need. he would probably end up crying a little bit as he apologized to you, since he feels it's his fault for not being there to lend his jacket to you. though with his special alien magic (otherwise known as author-san being too lazy to explain), he'd stop the sickness in its tracks before you got too sick.

SCARLE YONAGUNI ->

don't let her cook for you, even if she is trying to take care of you. god please anything but the candy corn pizza. she'll try her best though to keep you happy and hopefully not feeling absolutely horrible. she'll gladly let you lay your head on her chest while she gently scratches your head and apologizes for not realizing you were getting sick sooner. she'll do everything except cook for you while you're sick, and the only reason she can't cook is because she's banned from the kitchen after the candy corn pizza incident.

KYO KANEKO ->

it's not like he doesn't try, but seeing you sitting there, still shivering, makes him both hurt and angry. you need to be taking care of yourself! he won't raise his voice or anything like that, but he really needs to let you know he cares in a way that he can. he'd be caring for you while calling you stupid and other insults, starkly contrasting the way he was physically so gentle.

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Ren Gill

This is your sign to start listening to Ren! He might not be your style of music, but he really affected me. I was in some very dark places, and his music really lifted me up. He talks a lot about his mental health, and growing up being sick. The genre is Indie; there are some rap songs and some slower songs as well. Ren suffers from lyme disease and psychosis.

Recommended Songs by Ren:

Hi Ren

Sick Boi

Chalk Outlines

How To Be Me

Suic*de

Diazepam

Favourite Lyrics:

"Some people know me as the voice that you hear when you loosen the noose on the rope."

"I have stood in the flames that created my brain and I didn't once flince or shake!"

"When I was 17 years old, I shouted out into an empty room Into a blank canvas, that I would defeat the forces of evil And for the next 10 years of my life, I suffered the consequences With autoimmunity, illness, and psychosis

As I got older, I realised that there were no real winners And there were no real losers in physiological warfare But there were victims and there were students It wasn't David versus Goliath, it was a pendulum Eternally swayin' from the dark to the light And the more intensely that the light shone, the darker the shadow it cast

It was never really a battle for me to win, it was an eternal dance And like a dance, the more rigid I became, the harder it got The more I cursed my clumsy footsteps, the more I struggled So I got older and I learned to relax And I learned to soften and that dance got easier

It is this eternal dance that separates human beings From angels, from demons, from gods And I must not forget, we must not forget That we are human beings."

These lyrics hit me hard.

[beom1e]

love is (not) easy masterlist

summary between commitment issues and your busy college student life, you just didn’t have time to bring another person into your routine. that’s why you had soobin, your secret not-boyfriend, but you were always no good at keeping secrets. now your two best friends are working to figure out who the secret boy is.

pairing choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x gn! reader

genre social media au, fluff, angst, humour, college au, ex boyfriend! yeonjun, lover! soobin, childhood bff! beomgyu

warnings cursing, alcohol, empty threats, mentions of sex, innuendos, details of kissing

profiles

#01 — just me nd tyunning

#02 — landed in seoul

chapters

#00 — preview

#01 — a car never hurt anyone

#02 — your daegu boy

#03 — arrest me now, officer

#04 — hop in the back

#05 — cross him off the list

#06 — growing to love

#07 — but #yolo

#08 — goodnight secret twitter

#09 — sitting alone in loserville

#10 — sherlock holmes

#11 — well Ouch

#12 — vicious cycle

#13 — this is a democracy

#14 — held you back

#15 — shady comebacks

#16 — oh so monogamous

#17 — hello friends

#18 — vulnerability and kissing

#19 — loverboy

#20 — side characters

#21 — loveD?

#22 — so much damage

#23 — two to go

#24 — i’m yours

#25 — losing you

#26 — neon green

#27 — a new Trio

#28 — team soobin t-shirts

#29 — reality shifter era

#30 — our song

#31 — one tiny little lie

#32 — bottom of the list

#33 — one of those days

#34 — strong ass beomgyu sprite

#35 — #aimed

#36 — language, my angel

#37 — pov: you’re my meow meow

#38 — brain hurty

#39 — boy who can’t drive

#40 — la douleur exquise

#41 — stayc was right

#42 — wild friday night

#43 — beomgyu fans SNU

#44 — sick cruel evil person

#45 — pick me

#46 — terrible romcoms

#47 — do this more often

#48 — friends share everything

#49 — connecting dots

#50 — hate to be a snitch

#51 — boyfriend? congrats!

#52 — my little intern

#53 — epilogue

alternate endings one, two

status complete

tomorrow x together choi line social media au / smau. will include written chapters as well as social media screenshots. warnings will be added to the masterlist and at the start of each chapter, so make sure to read them.

taglist @gyuville @pr0dbeomgyu @eclisqc @tyunluvbot @taejinxkoya @90s-belladonna @naomi-from-paleontology @nycol-ie @youreverydayzebra @blank-velvet @jejenono-ren @itsamemarioo @suna-kiyoomisproperty @liliansun @00-baejin-05 @01heegyu @junluvr @nightswithnct @rinyx @enhacolor @hobistigma @softpia @txtville

[me1-atonin]

so i saw this post and could only think of what tracks the rest of the traffic smp members would be in and what their palismen would be (in my opinion)! i’m also going to try and not make all the palisman birds and cats since those seem to be super common!

skizz, mumbo, and lizzie are all included but disclaimer! i do not know a lot about some of the others on here and my info for most of them is just from stuff that i’ve watched including stuff outside of the traffic smp! this is just for fun so enjoy!

• grian: abomination and oracle. i like the abomination wings he has in the art and i feel like being a watcher is just very oracle like. pesky bird palisman!

• scar: illusion, plant, and beastkeeping. i like that the art has him in the illusion track with his crystals and stuff (his shady businessman side) but also consider the fact that he is a tree elf in season 9 of hermitcraft (plant) and is always taking care of/wrangling some type of animal (the ravager, the charged creepers, the jellie pandas, etc.). jellie is his palisman ofc.

• jimmy: potions. i think i just have potions in my brain for him bc it’s the yellow track/coven and i associate jimmy with yellow. i can also see this funky little guy just mixing stuff up and half of the time making smth really cool and have no idea how he did it and the other half is just stuff blowing up. his palisman would either be a canary or a cod. i can’t decide lol

• tango: construction and abomination. he’s always doing/making something super cool and i feel like that’s what these tracks do. palisman is a phoenix. why? i like the fanarts where tango has firey hair and phoenixes are like always on fire and it would make a sick palisman.

• joel: illusion and construction. i like to imagine him as the matholomule of the mcyt universe as a whole. he’s kinda annoying and a jerk (affectionately) and is just a guy who wants a bit of chaos and is egotistical upfront. he has soooo many illusions! his best one is the one where he makes himself 11 feet tall! crazy! he’s also one of my favorite builders (hence the construction) but is not afraid to use his construction abilities to fight (provoked or unprovoked he will kill over the slightest things). his palisman is literally just a tiny shrek.

• etho: this one’s hard but i think he would like to study abomination magic. why? idk i didn’t know what to put etho in. he’s kinda a mysterious guy and i kinda like to think he would be just some neutral ground guy that shows up once in a while to either help or just blow stuff up. his palisman would be a polar bear bc i feel like it matches his aesthetic nicely.

• ren: bard. i mean the guy is very theatrical and his instrument/weapon would be a lute. his palisman would be a husky bc it’s gotta be a dog and i think that’s his favorite breed?

• bigb: healing? idk i don’t really know much about bigb other than the fact that he really likes cookies and grian loves him. i think it’s only fair that his palisman is some sort of cookie that comes alive when off the staff.

• martyn: plant and oracle. watcher lore type stuff and inthelittleWOOD thanks to @booisghost for the plant track suggestion! his palisman would be a song bird also thanks to the person above! (sorry this one’s lame i don’t watch martyn)

• cleo: oracle. they look undead when you use them and theyre powerful. that’s all she needed to know when deciding what type of magic she wanted to study. her palisman would be a king cobra because snakes are badass, intimidating, she made a snake base and her season 9 hair is made of snakes

• impulse: healing and potions. yeah the man may like some chaos once in a while but he’s just a gentle boi and would gladly heal injured ppl. potions are simply for the chaos side and maybe how the concoctions in the season 8 candy factory were made. his palisman is a buffalo.

• bdubs: plant. he moss boi. the scrunkly scrimblo. his palisman is a moon or redstone clock that comes alive when off the staff (kinda like bigb’s) and it has to be very cartoonish with big eyes that match his so they both just look at you like 👁👁 all of the time

• scott: bard and plant. i’ve got a deeaaal with destiny and flower husbands. i also think he would use a flute. that’s all the explanation you’re getting. i have so many ideas for what his palisman would be but i narrowed it down to either a stag or a llama.

• pearl: plant and beastkeeping. plant = for empires farm girl. beastkeeping is because of her love for tilly/aliens/dragons. her palisman is some funky alien creature that is upside down for some reason (if you could even really tell). nobody knows what it is, including her but she loves it with all her heart. she doesn’t know what it is bc she found it in the woods one day and it turned into a staff for her and she was like “lol ok i guess this is mine now”

• skizz: construction. don’t know much about the guy but he seems like he would be good for the construction track/coven simply based off of vibes. i think it would be cool of him to have a black bear palisman.

• mumbo: abomination. i think he would kinda be like alador bc in my mind his redstone contraptions are like the abomatons. i would do smth with the end crystals but idk what type of magic that would be so yeah. i honestly don’t know what his palisman would be but it would definitely have a mustache.

• lizzie: bard, illusion, and oracle. we all know that lizzie is musically talented and she could use that to her advantage during fights and her music weapon of choice would be a trumpet. she’s also very crafty so i could see her using illusions too (maybe even her empires 2 skin is an illusion but she’s not strong enough to make it complete at all times). she’s also in the oracle track because she thought it was cool and why not? her palisman is an axolotl or a fox.

anyway this was really fun to make and lmk if you agree or disagree with any of these! i’m open to suggestions :D

[ficsforeren]

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[saintkiri]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: from the moment you met eren, you knew your life had changed. there was something about him that made you fall for him at first sight. you weren’t the type to kiss a stranger, but when his lips brushed against yours, it was destined. eren has always been a cliche romantic, so when he took you on a date..it hit you, that you were going to have to say goodbye to him again..and this time there was no bringing him back. how were you supposed to be having the night of your life knowing he’ll be gone again?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: implied ch. 139 manga spoilers, angst, smut (vanilla), crying during sex, major angst, lots of crying. eren being a soft boi (':

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.2k

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this is ch 3/6!! i cried a little while writing this..i was sick all week/end so i wrote this fairly quickly tbh. also y/n’s career/backstory is lowkey based off of mine..so no hate or judging ty <3 it is based off of this song (: happy reading, and see y'all next chapter <33

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

today was like every other day. eren wanted to take you out on a date. when he was alive..? or when he actually was on this world permanently, he would take you out every friday.

he would surprise you with a bouquet of flowers, and each friday, it would be something different or a mix of your favorites.

you never liked the cliches of dates, but with him, it was romantic. and you loved every single second of it.

if there was one thing you loved about him, was that he never budged. he would never tell you where he was taking you, or what you were doing.

all he told you was to be ready by six p.m.

so, around five-thirty, you started to get ready. the first you did was go to your closet to find out what you were going to wear.

did you want to be comfy, or go out of your shell and be sexy?

you asked eren what he was going to wear so you could at least try color coordinate somehow. he was going to wear all black. a black short-sleeve button-up, with black denim jeans.

you looked through what you had and decided on a burgundy velvet dress that fits you perfectly. it hugged your body, just the way you liked it. for your hair, you didn't do much. you decided to keep it simple, and comfy.

you took a moment to yourself, looking at your dress when a memory hit you. it was the night you and eren had met.

flashback to five years ago: september twentieth, twenty-sixteen

"c'mon, y/n! you have to leave the dorm at some point." your roommate, mikasa, stated half drunkenly. you sighed, "just go out, mikasa. i have to study." she grabbed onto your hand, pulling you off of your chair. "i need to introduce you to him!"

him?

you rolled your eyes with a smile, "you've been drinking too much tonight." she giggled, along with a cute hiccup. "n-no, 'm not drunk! he wants to meet you, sil -hiccup- silly goose!"

he wants to meet you?

for someone who was this drunk, she sure had a powerful grasp on you. she kept pulling you towards the door, and as she opened it, you were stopped by a tall man, "there you are mikasa!"

he had this bright smile, along with beautiful emerald eyes.

he grabbed a hold of her before she fell on the ground, "this is her, 'ren!" he did a double-take, "you're, y/n?" you nodded while helping him pick her up.

you and mikasa have only known each other for a semester. and this whole time, she's been trying to hook you up with her best friend.

you were too busy in life for a boyfriend. you were also in a great position without one. you had amazing friends and a starting of a career. she would always describe him as being a 'pain in the ass' along with saying how cute you and he would be.

you've heard about him around campus, --you've also never seen him-- but he didn't sound like your type. he sounded honestly like a fuck boy, who fucks, then ghosts you. but then there he was. god, he's beautiful.

"you're, eren?" there was this smile that spread from cheek to cheek. it wasn't a flirting smile..but a very heartwarming, butterfly receiving smile that made you want to act like a middle school girl talking to their crush for the first time.

you were the nerdy type, although you didn't look like it. but you were the type to choose to study over partying. but now, partying doesn't seem too bad.

"see, y/n? told ya he was cute." you glared at mikasa, who was still struggling to stand still --and who claimed wasn't drunk, but very much is-- you cheeks warmed up, "i'm, y/n." you held out your hand, "eren." he introduced himself, then shaking your hand.

you then watched mikasa grab a hold of sasha's arm, she turned her head and winked at you. you then looked at eren, who was eyeing you. "hoodie and sweats? on a friday night?" an embarrassing smile grew on your face, "i-i was studying."

god, that smile of his was contagious. you were smiling so much your cheeks were burning n' hurting.

you stepped aside the doorway, "wanna come in?" and again, his smile left some sort of impact on yours. no matter how hard you tried, there was no hiding it.

"mikasa said you were studying to become a high school teacher?" you nodded, watching him take a seat at your desk, so you took a seat on the edge of your bed, "yeah, it's so much work, but i know it's going to be worth it one day."

he put down his drink, "why?" you tilted your head, "why, what?" he leaned back, lacing his fingers together, "why do you want to become a teacher?" you moved back towards the wall, sitting with your legs crossed, "all throughout high school, i've had at least one teacher make an impact on my life somehow, so i wanted to make that type of impact on kids one day. my senior year though, my english teacher helped me get through a hard time in my life. i'm thankful every day for her, so, i'm doing this for her as well."

a smile crept upon his face, "wow, i wished i had those teachers." you chuckled, "yeah, they're all great, and i miss them everyday." you watched eren take a sip of his drink, then place it on your desk again.

"so what has mikasa said about me?" you asked. then suddenly, eren walked towards your bed, taking a seat next to you. "hm, well, just know that everything she said has been true." you rolled your eyes with a smile, hitting his shoulder lightly, "like what?"

he turned his body ever-so-slightly, placing two fingers on your cheek, softly forcing you to look at him. his hand then moving away. "well, she said you have the best personality. it brights up any room anyone walks into. she also said that you had the cutest laugh." a laugh came out of your mouth, "hm, sure she said that." he chuckled, "no actually, i just wanted to hear your laugh."

you rolled your eyes, with that same smile. "your smile's really pretty, y'know that?" you turned your head away for a split second, "and so is yours." he leaned in, so close you could smell the alcohol off his breath.

there was this split second where you locked eyes with him, and his eyes had this sparkle in them, you couldn't explain why, but they kept pulling you in, "i really want to kiss you right now," he whispered against your lips, "then do it." his lips inched towards yours until your lips met with his.

this kiss..god, this kiss was something you haven't had in so long. you straddled his lap, feeling his lips brush again yours, your nose bumping into his, oh-so-beautiful. as if your lips were meant for his. you could taste the alcohol on his lips; rum. his lips were sweet, while his saliva was slightly bitter.

one hand found purchase on your waist, and one found its way to your cheek. both of your hands were on his cheek, deepening the kiss. his lips were addicting, and you kept going in for more.

you weren't the type to kiss someone you just met. but this was different..you couldn't explain for the life of you why you decided to kiss him, but it was the right choice.

as the kiss kept escalating, he slowly breaks the kiss, "so-so beautiful." he said as his hands moved to your cheeks, his right thumb gently, caressing your cheek. "i hope you know that i don't kiss just anyone." you say with a sly smile, gaining a smirk from eren, "is that so?" you nod, leaning in to kiss him again.

and all over again, you felt like you were on cloud nine. you felt like you were floating, it was just you and him, his lips against yours, and nothing stopping you.

you didn't know this then, but that sparkle held the future for you both.

present time: december tenth, twenty-twenty one.

you think about that night a lot. if it weren't for mikasa dragging you to the door, you wouldn't have ended up kissing him that night..well, you did more than kissing that night, but it's that moment in the kiss that you focus on.

eren told you when he proposed that in that first kiss, he saw the future.

"you ready, y/n!?" you heard eren yell out. you smiled, "yeah! i'll be right down." you took one last look at yourself, taking a deep breath, feeling all the same feelings you used to a year ago.

butterflies.

he gives you butterflies when you least expect it.

as you walked downstairs, your jaw dropped. eren had a bouquet of forget me not flowers. "when did you.." you were shocked..to say the least.

they were stunning, absolutely stunning. the smile that spread on your face would be concerning to some. you haven't felt like this in a while, that feeling where the butterflies never stop, and the smiles never go away.

you quickly put them in a vase of water, then run back to him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, "thank you." he whispered against your lips, "for what?" he kissed you again, butterflies. instantly.

"bringing me back."

for dinner, he took you out to one of your favorite places. you haven't been to that restaurant in what felt like years. the owners used to come up to you, and talk to you. but after eren died, you stopped going there. you couldn't bear the memories along with them asking what happened.

they knew about him dying, they came to his funeral, and sent you food every now and then.

you had to explain to the owners that you made the deal, they commented how your smile came back.

as you were eating dessert, he kept on staring at you. it wasn't a creepy stare, it was the same stare that would make your heart feel warm, “stop looking at me like that.” you joked, while taking a bite of your dessert, “you love when i do, so hush, and let me admire my beautiful wife.” you rolled your eyes, still smiling.

he wasn't wrong. you thought to yourself.

while eating dessert, you took a blast in the past, remembering everything throughout college, until now.

one memory, in particular, caught him off guard, without saying another word, he took your hand --after you paid for the meal--, and dragged you out of there.

"to our next destination," he said with the brightest smile. he reached in the glove department, handing you a blindfold, "put it on." you glanced at it, then back at him, "really?" he nodded, "i want to bring you somewhere."

you put on your seatbelt, then the blindfold. you heard the car start, then some music was put on. the volume was low, but you could still hear it faintly.

for some reason, you remembered what direction he was driving. at first, he made a left. then went straight for a couple of minutes, then turned right, "stop remembering, y/n. just relax, we'll be there in a few."

you don't know how he knew, you were shocked. he was right, so you took a couple of deep breaths, slowly closing your eyes, listening to the music in the background, taking in this new memory.

and before you knew it, the car stopped. "don't take it off, just yet." before you could respond, he had already opened his side of the car door. you then heard yours open, you held onto his hand, hearing your car door close.

"watch your step." eren said, as you both took a step on what felt like a concrete ledge. you took a deep breath and you knew exactly where you were.

the lake. where he proposed.

he slowly took off the blindfold, revealing the lake view. "surprise." he said as he kissed your cheek.

you were right, it was the place where he proposed. you watched him take a seat on one of the wooden beach chairs. he patted his thigh, then held out his arms. you sat on his lap, he then wrapped his arms around you.

it was just you and him, watching the stars.

"y'know..i used to come here a lot when you were gone." you say in a whisper tone, then feeling him kiss the top of your head, "i know baby, i know." you wrapped your arm around him, "i would talk to you as if you were here. i was hoping that you being gone was just a nightmare, and i would wake up with you next to me."

there wasn't much eren could say, cause in a couple of days, you'll be back here talking to him. there were no comforting words that he or anyone could say.

so, all he did was hug you. his arms never left their place, they were wrapped around you the whole time as tears were slowly falling down your face and onto his shirt, "'m sorry for crying, eren."

he kissed the top of your head, his hand then moving up and down your body, "don't apologize for crying. you have every right to, y/n."

you wiped your tears, looking up at him, a small smile grew on your face, "let's go home, okay?" he said softly, as he brushed the loose hair out of your face. you nodded, "yeah, let's go." you gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

the drive home was...quiet, it wasn't awkward, it was just quiet. every time you wanted to say something, your emotions got in the way.

as soon as you both got into the house, you both went upstairs and started getting ready for bed. "thank you for tonight, eren." you said as you kissed him on the cheek as he was brushing his teeth.

you turned off the bedroom light, then walked over to the bed, you sat in bed waiting for him.

after a few minutes, you watched him walk out of the bathroom, only wearing pajama pants. he then got under the covers, holding out his arm, you laid next to him, face to face.

you slowly leaned in, until his lips connected with yours. you moved closer to him, deepening the kiss, his hand moves up and down the side of your body. you throw your leg around his hip, you then straddle his lap.

eren rolled you over, now he was in between you thighs, when slowly the tears started coming back, "are you sure, y/n?" you nodded, "i just..i just need to feel you again. just one last time, please, eren."

"it's okay, y/n. let me kiss those tears away, 'kay?" from there, everything happened in slow motion.

his lips moved to your neck, his hands laced with yours, then softly pinned over your head. his lips moved all over your neck, gently sucking, leaving small red marks on your neck.

eren's hands left yours, as he made his way down your body. you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the side. eren sat on his knees, both of his index fingers wrapped around the hem of your pants, then pulling them down.

there was this moment of silent reassurance. you and eren locked eyes, you both needed this, confession or not. tonight, you both wanted to feel something, to hold something, to feel alive again.

after he pulled down your panties, he kissed you again, and it brought you back to the first night you met. sweet, slow, and seductive.

you watched eren pull down his pants, leaving him in his boxers. he starts kissing down your body, then kissing your thighs. he took one last glance at you, "eyes on me." you propped yourself on your elbows, then feeling his tongue lick up a strip of your cunt. you threw your head back in response.

eren's arms wrapped around your thighs, giving him a better angle to devour you. his tongue toys with your clit, then feeling his index and ring finger slid against your g-spot oh-so beautifully, "r-right there, 'ren!" you moaned out, along with explicit.

he continues to fuck you with his fingers, while he gently sucks your clit. your eyes never left his, even when your eyes fluttered, they would somehow be locked with his again as he ate you out.

the thing about eren, was that he likes to take his time with you. you can't remember the last time you one had once round with him, it's always been two or more.

but tonight, there was no keeping track of time. tonight, it was just you and him, slowly releasing all that sexual frustration.

"oh, fuck." you whimpered out, feeling his fingers hit the places that make you lose control of yourself. you could feel your orgasm slowly coming, your lower stomach tightening, as you grind your hips against his face.

just before you could open your mouth, the feeling stopped. his fingers achingly left your cunt, "why did you stop? i-i was-"

"i know, but i need you, y/n." you watched wipe his chin, then him taking off his boxers. you threw your head back on the pillow, "does this remind you of anything?" he said as he alined himself with you. you pulled him close, kissing him.

you nodded, and for the first time, in the past hour, a smile spread on your face, "yeah, the night we met." he kissed you again, and repeated after you, "the night we met."

he slowly pushed himself inside of you, "oh, s-shit." you shuddered out a moan, feeling him slowly bottom out in you.

'Take me back to the night we met' 'I don't know what I'm supposed to do' 'Haunted by the ghost of you' 'Oh, take me back to the night we met'

his thrusts were slow and sensual, your lips never left his. his teeth gently biting your bottom lip, as he dove in for more.

'When the night was full of terrors' 'And your eyes were filled with tears' 'When you had not touched me yet' 'Oh, take me back to the night we met'

his hands laced with yours, then softly pinned over your head, again. you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his mouth move towards your hardened nipple. his tongue lapped around it, as his thrusts became more sensual.

your moans went from being explicit to mumbles of words. you finally find your release with a long, explicit, drawn-out moan. your toes curl, feeling eren paint your walls white.

you felt him pull out, put his bottoms back on, then watch him walk to the bathroom. you heard the water run, as you put on your top, "hey," he said softly, while cleaning you up, "you okay?" you nodded in response to his question.

'I had all and then most of you' 'Some and now none of you' 'Take me back to the night we met' 'I don't know what I'm supposed to do' 'Haunted by the ghost of you' 'Take me back to the night we met'

flashback to september twentieth, twenty-sixteen

you weren't the type to sleep with someone you just met. but, he's different...

for months, you've been in the same friend group, with the same friends, but you never had the chance to meet until today. yes, it sounds cliche and weird, but it's true. you were so caught up with becoming a teacher, that you didn't party nor go out.

you were lucky that mikasa didn't come in while you two were doing it. you didn't think she'd be mad, but it'd be embarrassing. you were on top of him, riding him slowly, and god, it felt good.

his hands roamed your body, while his dick hit the places that made you want to scream out his name. he wanted to hear you scream out his name, but not in this setting.

there was this one moment where his hands were in your hair, pushing your locks out of your face when he makes that same comment that gave you butterflies, "you're beautiful. so so fucking beautiful." as you slowly ride him, he kisses you.

a smile grew on his face, "you don't mean that." you commented, then softly moaning explicit. "i do, y/n."

he proves to you that you're exactly what he says 'til the sun came up.

last night, you silently cried yourself to sleep while watching eren sleep.

you never thought you would find love again, nor did you think you would bring him back, and he would be taking you out on a date.

eren promised you a world full of light and happiness, but he took that away. so now, he made a new promise. this promise was temporary, and you were fine with that.

you weren't fine. because, tomorrow, your world will collapse again. and this world will become dark and gloomy. you hated how strong you had to act in front of him. the only time you can act weak was when you were by yourself.

so, here you were sitting on the floor of your shower. the sound of the water masked the sound of your painful sobs.

little did you know, eren was on the other side of that door, listening to each sob, and each prayer you'd make for him to stay.

"i need him, please!" you said in a harsh whisper. as if that's going to do anything. you know what the shinigami said, and you have to come to terms with it, but it's hard.

how were you supposed to come to terms with not only losing your husband once but now twice? and this time, you'll never be able to see him again.

you took a couple of deep breaths to yourself, as you got up. you rinsed your face under the warm shower, hoping it could mask the puffy eyes.

when you got out, you wrapped your towel around your body, taking a look at yourself in the mirror to see your eyes were puffier than usual. your eyes were slightly red as well.

before you could try and rinse your face again, you were interrupted with a couple of knocks on the door, "hey, babe, you okay?" you cleared your throat, "y-yeah, i'll be out in a few."

you bit the inside of you cheek, trying to not cry again. you had to be strong, for him.

as soon as you opened the bathroom, you were greeted with eren sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. without making eye contact, you walked towards your dresser, grabbing some clothes to put on.

"i know you were crying, y/n." your stomach dropped. you ignored him for a few seconds as you put some comfortable clothes on.

"i'm fine, eren." he scoffed softly, "no you're not!" he stood up, walking towards you, "y-you're acting like i didn't hear you crying last night or in the shower!"

"so now, tell me what's going on, y/n."

flames of anger were fueling through your body, you clench your fists as hard as you could to prepare for this.

"i'm so mad, eren. i'm mad that tomorrow i have to say goodbye to you, and this time..i won't be able to bring you back. i fucking hate you, i hate you because you died, i hate you because you left me! i," you took a deep breath, "why did you leave me, eren!? what happened to the p-promises?!"

eren took a couple of steps back, "you..hate me? for something that wasn't my fault!?"

you didn't mean it. you were in the moment, you could never hate him.

he turned around, immediately walking out of the bedroom, "eren, wait! i didn't mean it." you both started walking downstairs, your pleads and begged, begging for him to hear you out, when swiftly, he stops walking and turns around, "you know what, y/n!? you're not the only one losing something tomorrow. i'm going to lose everything, all. over. again. while you get to stay here!"

tears were flowing down your face, there wasn't a single dry eye in that room.

before you could say another word, he started walking towards the front door, "don't go, please." you sobbingly begged, trying to hold him back.

he walked out, just like how he did a year ago.

the question is..were you going to see him again?

ghost of you taglist: @the-princess-button @azuku23 @girlincrimson

general taglist: @minishoyos @haitanihime

[shuchu]

okay so i'm hella sleepy right now because i’ve been travelling the whole day but i just watched all of iluna’s debut streams and i wanted to give my opinion!

maria

she’s adorable

i love her accent

the song she sang was so cute, she was so nervous but it was good!

based for liking jojo’s bizzare adventures

based game taste (fellow stardew lover + hopconner)

based music taste too

her goals were so wholesome, she can definitely do it

i love her sm, looking forward to her streams!!

kyo

the lore video wtf, i was pouting throughout the whole thing, i felt the whole “using games as a distraction from being alone part” 

i wanna give him a hug uhuhu ( ╥ω╥ )♡

kyo is kinda like mysta in a way, idk he’s so relatable & sussy lmao

short king, but we stan lmao

fellow motion sickness sufferer!!

he’s so funny i love him

the whole “vox asmr” thing was hella funny

based pokemon player (so excited for his pokemon x/y nuzlocke!!)

fps gamer we love to see it

based anime taste - naruto and your lie in april enjoyer

looking forward to his streams!!

aia

she looks like a heckin genshin character

she’s literally ike but unhinged

m-mommy?

i too like alban felt slightly intimidated by her ngl

the fact that she likes talking about philosophical stuff, like, me too

kinda relatable too - “when an obscure song isn’t available on spotify” such as blue sugar, hello??!!

based anime taste altho i only watched Free from her list, i have heard of Demon Slayer and Fruits Basket

based game taste - minecraft, pokemon fan!!!!, project diva enjoyer

varied music taste, very based

getting over it, genshin, observation duty as first week streams, love to see it

aster

his starting soon animation is so fucking cute

his anime lore video?? wtf??

the lore video gave me your lie in april vibes & it made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside

a literal baby i love him sm

his grill voice? h-hello??!

i. love. his. nails.

he’s so soft, i wanna squish him

based food taste - spicy food, boba tea liker and onion hater 

based anime taste - spy x family, kuroko’s basketball and attack on titan enjoyer, altho i’m not sure if i agree that sword art online gets better in the later bits

excited to see him hopcon with the rest!

pretending to be seiso huh? interesting (≧▽≦)

scarle

mommy

she’s so fun i love her

ayo? booba s-size reveal? w-what?

i really like her staff, i want it lmao

toxic anime boys, i died lmao because same girl

very relatable

all the otome games lmfaoooo i’ve played them too, she’s just like me fr fr

avril lavigne, fucking yes

the closing shift will be interesting to watch

the whole “breaking vox” thing, i- uh...that’ll be very interesting, waiting to see them do a collab lmao

ren

DADDY

BLUE SUGAR SLAPS SO HARD

cut me up and paint my insides ren, i mean what? (//ω//)

i love his voice, i simp already

his lore video was a nice mix of cool and cute

i love his little fangies

he’s so tall wtf, again, d-daddy 🧎🏻‍♀️

dislikes BANANA STRINGS, relatable

based game taste

mans is so talented, i stan

another pokemon enjoyer, you love to see it

mans be drippin’,  i love his outfit

fall guys, minecraft, jump king and genshin impact streams this week, very excited to watch them hehe

[atlas-private]

River Driver

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(Been keen on this song as of late, it's called River Driver by Great Big Sea.)

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The girls are having a night out at the club having general chit chat.

Yang: Still can't believe Pyrrha and Weiss agreed to come.

Blake: As if being dragged along by Ruby and Nora was of their own choice.

Yang: Still, feel kind of bad for the boys though.

Nora: They're probably doing guy things like talking about boobs and games or something.

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Meanwhile in the Emerald forest, a group of boys sit around a campfire. The soft rhythmic beat of drums being played by a blonde monkey faunus. A familiar blue haired boy then sings.

Neptune: I was just the age of sixteen when I first went on the drive,

After six months hard labor, at home I did arrive.

I courted with a pretty girl, t'was her caused me to roam,

Now I'm just a river driver and I'm far away from home.

The boys then sang all at once in chorus.

All: I'll eat when I am hungry and I'll drink when I am dry,

Get drunk whenever I'm ready, get sober by and by,

And if this river don't drown me, it's down I'll mean to roam,

For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.

The boys had begun to nod and smile to the beat before one with a pink streak in his hair started to sing.

Ren: I'll build a lonesome castle upon some mountain high,

Where she can sit and view me as I go passing by

Where she can sit and view me as I go marching on,

For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.

Once more the chorus began with more spirit than before.

All: I'll eat when I am hungry and I'll drink when I am dry,

Get drunk whenever I'm ready, get sober by and by,

And if this river don't drown me, it's down I'll mean to roam,

For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.

The simple rhythm of the drums carried on in the boys as they waited for the next to sing. One with blonde hair human sung next but in a slightly somber tone.

Jaune: When I am old and feeble and in my sickness lie,

Just wrap me up in a blanket and lay me down to die

Just get a little bluebird to sing for me alone,

For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.

He gave a smile at them as they all smiled back, and all sang as one again.

All: I'll eat when I am hungry and I'll drink when I am dry,

Get drunk whenever I'm ready, get sober by and by,

And if this river don't drown me, it's down I'll mean to roam,

For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.

They repeated the chorus again, this time with more spirit that they were able to use.

All: I'll eat when I am hungry and I'll drink when I am dry,

Get drunk whenever I'm ready, get sober by and by,

And if this river don't drown me, it's down I'll mean to roam,

For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.

For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home~

As the final note hit there was a cheer around the fire as the boys congratulated themselves on another successful song.

Jaune: Alrighty then boys, what do we sing next?

They're spirits were high and they're tunes were jovial. It was later reported that there was zero Grimm activity in the area of that night.

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Back at the club.

Yang: You're probably right, just boys being boys.

Nora: Just boys being boys.

[therenlover]

Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

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I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

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Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

 💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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Fathoms Below

Pirate Captain!Kylo Ren x Reader

17.2k ; CW: Graphic descriptions of violence, death, murder, sword fighting, blood & injury, mention of corpses, possessive behavior, NSFW (PIV, oral sex [F receiving] fingering, rough sex, praise kink)

Available on AO3

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He can still remember it, all these years later.

He can remember the very first voyage, bright eyed and bushy-tailed, flush of excitement high on the bridge of his nose. As Kylo’s crew sails the Silencer through the calm waters of the Atlantic, he cannot help but remember. The crew know better than to question him now, lest they fancy a trip off the plank, so as the deep blue waters of the ocean split beneath the bow of his ship, Kylo climbs up to the bowsprit and straddles the long wooden post, letting out a deep breath.

The horizon is unchanging, as she ever is. Kylo squints into the orange of the setting sun, watching as the waves catch and sparkle in the froth that it makes as it breaks against the wooden hull of the vessel he has commandeered now for longer than he has lived ashore.

“Where are you?” He asks out into the waves, casts his voice as far as it will go, desperate beyond measure, sick with the want of seeing you again, as he remembers.

Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land

And I paddle away from brave England's white sands

To search for my long ago forgotten friends

To search for the place I hear all sailers end

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind

I'll search without sleeping 'til peace I can find

I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea

I remember the fallen, do they think of me?

When their bones in the ocean forever will be…

He had been naught but nineteen, when the maiden voyage of HMS Finalizer sets sail. A crew of nearly three hundred men hoisted the sails of the warship, led by the decrepit Captain Snoke as they embark on a crusade of sorts in the warmer waters away from Liverpool. The old man, a battle-worn scoundrel with a sunken in face and long white beard has given this young boy his first chance of the open seas, and said boy has taken it. On his first voyage ever, the young skipper leaves behind the world of the land to instead live out his days on the sea.

And what a magical world it is! A world of adventure, loyalty and trust, of code and honor – unlike the petty realm of government and policy which he has so quickly abandoned, the realm of his mother and uncle; no, a desk job was never in the cards for him, not for him. He longed for the sea, and now he has her. Much like a sponge that lives on the bottom of the depths, he soaks up knowledge and skill as fast as he can, they will not regret the day they brought him aboard. For weeks he studies and practices and learns the ropes, learns the nature of the Finalizer and how to care for her.

He meets a band of older gentlemen, who take him under his wing.  Vicrul was the navigator, he taught the young boy how to read the stars with just his eyes and his compass. Cardo was the boatswain, and he taught the young boy how to seal the ropes so the braids wouldn’t rot, how to swab the deck until the floorboards shone. Ushar was the master gunner, who taught the boy how to load and fire the cannons, taught him to be grateful he wasn’t a powder monkey scampering through the rigging. Trudgen was the carpenter and taught the boy how to repair the holes which inevitably would find their way into the hull of their ship, taught the boy how to repair just about anything he could think of. Kuruk, the surgeon, taught the boy how to fix everything that Trugden could not.

And Ap'lek, why he might be the most important of the gentlemen of all, for Ap’lek was a musician and could play nearly any instrument placed in his lap. It is with Ap’lek that the boy spends much of his time, learning the melodies and harmonies of the sea, for it is by song which the whole ship works, and the ship does not work without it.

It is a song that they are singing now, the young boy in line with a row of far stronger and taller men. The salty spray of the sea splashes onto his face, as the skipper’s muscles are put to good use on the long-haul, as he and his brothers call out in time to the songs that the shanty master belts out with his strong lungs. That had been the one question Captain Snoke had asked of him,

“I’m fast, and strong, Captain, and am an excellent climber – ” He had boasted proudly, puffed his chest up to mask the lank of his limbs.

“Aye,” The old man had cut him off, glanced him up and down, “But can ye sing?”

Even if he hadn’t he would have lied, he supposes.

And even if he hadn’t, he would have learned soon enough. As he hoists himself up the ropes, as he feels the breeze and the sun in his hair, he thinks he might fancy being a shanty master himself one day. The work is hard, the work is brutal, but the songs make it worth it, they pass the time and fill everyone with a spirit that pushes the ship forward.

He had sailed halfway through the Atlantic fighting the enemy, blowing holes in the hull of their ships where he knew they had not a Trugden nor an Ushar to defend themselves, and in those few weeks he felt he had already outgrown this ship. Lying awake at night, he wished for a chance to one day commandeer his own, how he would be a far better captain than the likes of Snoke. If there was one thing he learned all on his own, it was that he would do anything to be rid of Snoke.

Oh, if only he had watched his words.

The storm comes as storms often do – a whipped up frenzy of wind and wave, Poseidon’s fury crashing down around them. Startled awake, his vision shorts out as the ship is illuminated by bright cracks of lightning as the sea churns inky black below. It crept up to them at night, with no warning save for the pressure in the air. That pressure, and the creaking groaning planks of the ship, the rocking of her belly.

By the time the storm was noticed by the rest of the crew, it was too late. Lightning strikes the staffs and catches the sails on fire, alarm bells ring, men shout and shout and shout and pray.

“All hands on deck!” Cardo’s booming voice rises above the thunder, above the shouts of concern that pour from the hammocks high in the rigging where the boys all sleep.

Down down down the shrouds they rush, shrouds which the wind whips and flings about in a panic. The integrity of the Finalizer is tested now, for they have survived cannons, but gunpowder is no match for the fury of the sea. The young boy feels a spike of adrenaline in his chest, this is the first storm he has ever seen, and he has a sickening feeling that it might be his last.

Heave and ho, the winds send the ship headed towards rocks hidden underneath the waves, a gash too large torn through the starboard side, water flooding in. He does not know which way to go – to pump the water out, to hoist the sails, to put the fires out; there is chaos, and he does not know where to begin. Men rush past him as the ship tils and lurches from one side to the next, chests and barrels and piles of supplies sliding dangerously to and fro, knocking crewmen over the sides before the swelling crashing deadly waves have a chance to sweep them off their feet.

Waves some twenty, thirty feel tall curl in on themselves and smash down onto the deck, and now those shouts turn to screams, as they realize, as they all realize there is no saving this vessel. Lightning strikes, and he is pushed, urged towards a small boat, and he does not know how if they cannot survive on the big ship, how a little one would be of much help.

“To the rowboats -- !” Someone calls, the boy does not know who, not in this frenzy. His vision is shaking, as he runs and runs from one side of the ship to another, trying to stay level, trying to stay upright as the Finalizer nearly capsizes.

“There’s no time!” Ushar growls, the pipe he holds clenched between his teeth nearly splitting in two, as lightning strikes once more, as flaming bits of sail flutter around and land on the flesh of men.

“Captain – where is the captain?” The boy demands, because surely Snoke must know what to do, Snoke is the only one who can give orders – except when he sees Snoke, he sees him frantically rowing out in the distance, far greater distance that he should have been able to row in the storm like this. The boy is thrown against the rail of the ship with another lurch from the waves, and he panics, “What is he doing?”

“Don’t be daft son, he’s leaving us to die.” Vicrul sneers, water sloshing in a grand arc behind him, lightning illuminating the mouth of gold teeth he sports, his mouth turned into a grimace.

That was the first time in the young boy’s life, where he truly felt fear. Snoke must have sensed the storm coming, and instead of raising the alarms, he had snuck out like a snake in the night. And in doing so, his captain had condemned them all.

“Will we?” The boy asks with terror in his wide brown eyes, as Kuruk and Ap’lek can only stare at one another (years later, sitting here on the bowsprit, he realizes that they were trying to find a way to say I love you  before it was too late).

He does not get an answer, before the cold smack of water carries him off and away, as the body of the ship splits in two, as lightning and thunder sear into his brain. Someone shouts for him, but he cannot hear them, all he can hear is the rushing thrumming sound of the ocean.

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Beneath the waves, it is calm.

More than calm, it is quiet. He cannot remember a time where it had ever been so quiet. Up above the waterline, he knows it must be hell, but down here in the embrace of the sea, there is naught he can do but listen to the quiet and feel the burn in his lungs. The world around him is black from the lack of the sun, but the flashes of lightning way above him send shimmers of rich emerald greens all around.

The currents are too strong, there is no fighting them. With the burn in his lungs only growing, growing more desperate for air that will not come, The boy sinks sinks sinks, a chest of cannon balls pinned to his stomach, sending him deeper.

He thinks of his mother, he thinks of the look on her face when he told her he would follow in his father’s footsteps for a life on the sea.

He thinks of his father, of the smuggler’s word he had given to come back home.

It looks like neither of the men in Leia’s life would be making good on their promises of return, he thinks.

An impossibly darker blackness creeps up through the corners of his vision, and he feels empty, so empty. The lightning a thousand feet up ahead crackles through the water, as he begins to slip away. A last burst of breath bubbles out of his mouth, the water is cold as his back hits the soft sand of the ocean’s floor.

He stares straight up and takes one final look at the watery world above him, and he resigns himself to his fate – when the last flash of lightning backlights a figure bolting towards him, arms outstretched, fingers spread in a frantic push to grab him.

With the last of his strength, though his body is crushed, he lifts one hand out to meet them.

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He rests at the bottom of the ocean, as your fingers twine through his. Your hair is long and it flows around your face, a face which he cannot see and yet somehow can see perfectly. Your eyes glow white, so brightly that it illuminates the space like the lightning, but instead of a mere flash, it is a steady glow, much like a lighthouse on a craggy shore.

However it is not your eyes which captivate him, it is your body. For one, he has never seen a naked woman’s breasts before, and so the sight of your chest uncovered is a sight he fixates on, but only for a moment as he realizes very quickly that in the place where your legs should be, is a great and glorious tail.

It is long and glittering as the light from your eyes reflects off the scales, and he has a hard time believing that this is real, that you are real, especially when you open your mouth and speak aloud to him under the water, asking, “What is your name?”

The burn in his lungs is no more, he realizes, and when he breathes in, water does not fill the empty spaces inside of him.

“Am I dead?” He whispers, finding with relative ease that he can sit up, there on the ocean floor.

He looks around himself, sees the fallen sailors with whom he had just been singing not two hours ago, sees the debris of the ship which has sunk in large shattered pieces, nestled all around. The flag of Great Britain tattered and torn, mocking them all as the current creates an illusion that it is waving.

You smile curiously at him, settling yourself around him, your tail draped over his lap as you check him for injury.

“No, would you like to be?” You reply, and he’s not so sure he believes you, for such a thing as this cannot be possible, not in a million years, it cannot be.

“No – I – ” He stutters, watches as bubbles dance up to the surface.

“Your name, sailor.” You ask again with a gentle smile, and he hesitates.

His name, what was his name? He had one of course, but…but was that really his name? No, it wasn’t, he reasons. That was a name he had been given, one laden with expectation and pressure that he never wished to inherit. Even aboard the ship, he was not called by his name – although his nickname wasn’t much better. He makes a decision then, a decision he had longed to make when he was alive.

Because surely he was dead, and if he were a dead man, then at least he would die the man he wanted to be, as opposed to the man the world told him he had to become.

“Kylo Ren.” The name leaves his lips with a certainty that he did not know he possessed, especially for saying the name out loud for the first time. He had called himself Kylo in secret for years, and somehow, it felt good to have that secret come to light, even if it were too late.

“Kylo Ren.” You repeat, and he finds that it sounds even better coming from your lips, the sound almost intoxicating, your voice and cadence of speaking music to his ears. “’Tis a strong name, that one. How many years do you have under your sails, Kylo?”

“I – this is my first time.” Kylo admits, and your white glowing eyes widen, a hand on your chest in surprise.

“First time out at sea and already caught in my storm? You’re either very lucky, or very unlucky.” You shake your head, your hair following in a rippling motion, floating in the water.

“You’re beautiful.” Kylo says, as he feels his heart opening up, as he feels the burn of his lungs returning, the chill of the water a contrast on his skin once more.

“I know.” You grin, too many teeth in your mouth, and it is then that Kylo’s mind begins to catch up with him.

“Did you say your storm?” He asks, air bubbling out of his mouth, air that he didn’t know he possessed, air that he knows now that you’ve given him.

Kylo doesn’t know how, but he knows he is not dead, he knows that you have done something, you wield some power of the deep. He knows that you have saved him.

“Lucky, I think.” You laugh, the sound more melodic than any of Ap’lek’s songs could ever be, the sound filling filling filling Kylo with air. “Yes, I daresay you’re lucky.”

“I – are you an angel?” Kylo frowns, as he feels the chest of cannon balls slip away from his legs, feeling regaining in his limbs once more. The water rushes and thrums around him, but he doesn’t feel afraid, not as you take him by the hand and lead him slowly up to the surface.

“An angel? No, no I’m something far more sinister.” Your scales shimmer and glimmer and glitter in the moonlight, the waves are calm once more as you swim with him up up up.

“You’re so beautiful.” Kylo says, because he can’t think of anything else to say, and this pleases you, and he finds that he would very much like to spend the rest of his life making you happy.

Through the surface of the water Kylo’s face breaks, and all at once lungs fill with real air, salty briny moonlit air, and he gulps it down, coughs and splutters water. Kylo’s limbs are sore, he’s freezing cold, he feels sick – and all of this lets him know he is well and truly alive.

You’re watching him intently, watching him carefully, your eyes no longer glowing now that your face is out of the water. Guiding him to a rowboat which sits empty atop the water, you help him into it.

He doesn’t want to let go of your hand.

“Promise me something, and I won’t drown you.” You tease, although Kylo cannot tell that you are teasing, he’s too in shock of how he is here – of why he is here and his fellow brothers remain at the bottom of the ocean.

“Anything.” The word tumbles easily, quickly, and you tsk against the roof of your mouth, shaking your head.

“’Anything’ is a dangerous word to be said to a mermaid.” You whisper, but Kylo doesn’t care.

“I’ll do anything.” He insists, feeling in his heart, in his very core, that he wants to be with you forever. He’d sell his soul, to be with you forever.

So when you smile sadly at him, and give his palms a tight squeeze, before you slip your hands away and begin to sink back down into the water, until Kylo cannot see your beautiful breasts or your too-sharp teeth, until all that can be seen of you are your eyes which begin to glow once more, he panics with confusion.

“Grow up, big and strong, live long.” Your voice swirls around inside his head, and he rushes to the side of the rowboat to reach for you, even after you have submerged yourself fully, he still reaches, “Come find me when you have commanded the respect of the ocean upon a ship of your own. Find me, and tell me you’ll do anything for me then.”

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Plot a course to the night to a place I once knew

To a place where my hope died along with my crew

So I swallow my grief and face life's final test

To find promise of peace and the solace of rest

As the songs of the dead fill the space of my ears

Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers

My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea

I remember the fallen, do they think of me?

When their bones in the ocean forever will be

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The black sails of the Silencer are puffed full with wind, full speed ahead as they exit Port Royal. Sitting atop the bowsprit, Kylo stares into the glittering ocean, the horizon casting golden rays of light through the deep blue sea. His crew is merry, the weather is pleasant, and yet still a sour feeling lingers in his stomach.

Where were you? Surely now was the time, was it not? Kylo had grown, oh how he had grown, both in size and stature indeed. But more than that, he had done as you asked – as he had always wanted to do. There were no man so fearsome as that of Captain Ren, no ship that saw the sails of the Silencer and won the battle which soon followed.

His chests were filled with gold, which he sold for a pretty penny to the highest bidder, and often reserved himself a chest or two to simply fill his tub with and bathe in the riches. His barrels were filled with rum and food, his crew never having gone hungry, not even for one meal. His wardrobe was filled with expensive silks and linens, donning himself in clothes fit for a leader, but ensuring his crew were dressed as lavishly – these reasons and more are why year after year his crew elected him Captain.

In fact, the annual election had just taken place at the docks of Port Royal, where it was a unanimous vote. Kylo should be celebrating, he should be naked in a brothel surrounded by gorgeous men and women – it was the 1660s after all – he should be drinking to his heart’s content and pleasuring himself with life’s greatest fortunes.

Instead, he sits up on the bowsprit, and speaks to the sea with a melancholic eye. A single eye, for that’s all he has left, the other blinded in a battle he fought many a year ago. His crew takes notice to this, and as they perform their mid-morning duties, a few of them gossip among themselves, as pirates are often wont to do.

“He’s up there again?” A nimble fingered lad named Mitaka, not more than fifteen years of age, speaks up as he braids rope with the efficacy of a man with decades of practice. He had just joined the Silencer’s crew, had practically begged Kylo to take him aboard back in Port Royal, and though the Captain had a reputation for being volatile and coarse, he never turned away a face in need.

“Aye, with the telescope, same as every day.” His hammock-neighbor, Thannison, pipes up from his spot not too far across the deck, on his hands and knees scrubbing away.

“What’s he lookin’ for d’ya reckon?” Mitaka wonders aloud with the sort of curious nature that only someone young as he could still possess.

Thannison looks around, checks over his shoulder and then casts a glance up to the Captain himself, to Kylo who is unmoving, sitting far and away high above them all.

“A mermaid.” He whispers, and even though he is careful, the breeze still carries his voice, the word reaching the ears of the Silencer’s navigator, an ex-General of the Royal Navy.

“A myth, more like.” Hux scoffs with a roll of his eye, drawing the attention of Victoria the First Mate, a woman stronger than half the men aboard the ship combined.

“Don’t let the Captain hear ye talkin’ that way, what he’s lookin’ for ain’t none of our business.” She stands at the helm, not that there’s much work to be done now on such calm waters. They’re traveling windward to their great advantage, and the skies do their part in keeping the seas steady.

“But it is, isn’t it? We’re his crew, we sail his ship, don’t you think it’s our business what we’re lookin’ for?” Hux mutters, where he is reviewing charts over yonder portside.

“I said – ” Victoria storms over with her thick soled boots, storms straight through the freshly scrubbed floor poor Thannison had just polished, to shove a menacing blade of her short dagger in the direction of Hux’s narrowed eyes, “Don’t. Let. The Captain. Hear.”

Little displays of animosity like this were not rare among the crew, as pirates generally weren’t the most easy-to-get-along-with types, but Mitaka watches with a curious eye as Victoria walks away, down through a hatch in the deck, no doubt to retire to her rooms for the afternoon.

“You’d think she’d be in better spirits, what with seein’ her wife ‘n all.” He offers up, makin’ just about everyone within earshot chuckle.

“We could have been in port for a month, and Victoria would miss Gwen the moment they part.” Thannison replies, and this at least, Mitaka can understand.

“Does the Captain miss his mermaid?” He asks, eager to learn everything, eager to know, “Is she even real?”

“He says she is, but no man nor lass has ever seen her, and certainly never come back alive. They say she saved him on the night the Finalizer sank – that he was the only one she saved.” Hux throws a wary glance up to Kylo, who remains unchanged up on the bowsprit.

“Why?” Mitaka wonders aloud softly.

“No one knows.” Hux replies just as softly, for this truly is the one question which hangs on everyone’s mind, the one question that only Kylo would know, but even he is at a loss for the answers. “But as long as I’ve been aboard this ship, he has been looking for her. Now, no more questions, don’t you have rope to braid?”

“Aye sir!” Mitaka busies himself with his tasks once more, and Kylo, high up above them all, is grateful for it.

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Of course he knows the rumors that spread, the worries that he is going mad. Much like a man chasing an elusive ship, or a hunt for treasure that didn’t exist, those who knew Kylo knew him to be a man fixated on the impossible. They say he has been on the sea too long, that twenty years should be his limit. Others say he is a drunk, and that his stories of a finned woman with long hair and glowing eyes can only be the result of a blackout.

No one says any of this to his face, for they would be run clean through with his saber if they did, but he knows, oh how he knows they say it.

Kylo often wonders if maybe they’re right, if maybe all this is for naught. If perhaps, ‘twas a delusional vision of a boy clinging to death, an overactive imagination. He supposes he will soon find out, for if there were ever come a time where he was Ready, it would be now.

He has sunk a hundred ships, he has slain more than twice that number of men with his own sword. He has sailed to the very corners of the ocean, has made friend and foe in every port known to privateer. The world knows his name, even if they cannot catch his ship. But none of that would matter, if you did not think so.

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The sunlight glimmers on the water, and Kylo’s eye is drawn to a shifting movement in the waves at once. In an instant, his heart rate picks up, for he’s certain he’s just seen a flipper, certain of it!

Standing up and steadying himself on the long wooden beam, holding onto the ropes which are tied down to the wooden mast for balance, Kylo sheds himself of his hat, his coat, his saber and gun, before he sprints down the length of the bowsprit, until there is no wood beneath his feet, and he is swan diving into the ocean below.

On deck, all activity ceases, as the entire crew races to the bow to try and see where Kylo had gone. His hat and coat and loose artifacts fall into the hands of the men and women that make up Kylo’s ship, and they all clutch to them tightly, for they know how much Kylo cares about his clothes.

“Captain?” Hux shouts, cups his hands around his mouth and booms with exasperation, “Captain Ren – oh god dammit, Kylo!”

“What in the blazes does that boy think he’s doin’?” A gruff voice sounds from further back, and everyone’s eye turns to the young boy who is shedding his clothes too, looking for all intents and purposes that he’s going to do something rash.

“We have to go after him!” Mitaka’s face is bleak with worry, thinking that Kylo might have fallen over or been knocked down by the winds, that he must be injured or drowned.

But the First Mate knows better, and with a shake of her head and a resigned sigh at Kylo’s theatrics, she whistles for attention and all stand still to listen.

“He’ll come back, let him go.” Victoria puts a firm hand on Mitaka’s chest to prevent him from jumping overboard too. Everyone listens to her, Mitaka included, although he cannot stop staring out at the sea, watching for Kylo.

Since that fateful night, Kylo had trained himself how to hold his breath and how to swim well, skills which serve him now more than ever, as he chases what he thinks to be your tail. His legs propel him, muscular thick thighs that work double time, as his rippling biceps cut through the water, his body built but streamlined.

Where are you where are you where are you?

It’s all he can think, until he cannot think of anything but air, and he kicks towards the surface as seagulls caw above him, the sun blinding in a blaze of orange. With a deep sigh, he allows himself to float, his arms and legs spread out like a starfish on a rock, the sun warming his skin.

“If I am not ready now, will I ever be?” He asks aloud, wondering, hoping that you can hear him.

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When he returns to his ship, he is met with not a single questioning glance, and for this he is grateful. His pride is hurt, his ego wounded, he cannot understand what he’s done wrong to make you keep him waiting this way. Slinking into his quarters, he strips down out of his wet clothes before even checking to make sure the room is empty, and draws his sword when a creak from the grand chair in the corner alerts him.

“What were ye thinkin’ this time? Hm?” Victoria leans forward, her elbow on her knees. “That you saw her again?”

Victoria was the first person to ever give Kylo a chance, when he washed ashore at the port, a scared starving boy alone in a rowboat. With that chance, he built an empire of piracy unlike that had ever been seen, and he brought her along with him to share in the riches. She was probably the only one who could ever speak to him the way that she speaks to him now.

“As a matter o’fact, yes.” Kylo bares his gold teeth at her in a menacing sneer, and she only rolls her eyes and throws a warm dry robe into his arms. Kylo puts it on without hesitation, not really wanting to expose himself to a woman he considers more of his sister than the one he has by blood. “This is about where she was the last time, where it happened.”

Bundled up in his robe, Kylo pours Victoria a glass of rum, and she accepts it with a sigh as he lays down in his bed with a groan. She takes a sip and watches him carefully, cautiously.

“Twenty years is a long time, Kylo.” She says, and Kylo lets out a long, heavy sigh and rubs the tension from his forehead.

“Believe me, I know.” He mutters, voice deep, tired. He sounds tired, feels tired. “We stayed at port too long, I fear that’s how we missed her.”

“You know I do not doubt you that this woman once saved you. But have you thought about the possibility that something might have happened to her in all this time? That maybe she is simply not out there anymore, unable to wait for you?” Victoria speaks softly, not wanting to get Kylo angry, but wanting him to face the facts. “I worry for you sometimes Kylo, perhaps you might think of setting your sails on a different prize – ”

“She is not a prize.” Kylo snaps, leveling his First Mate with a deadly glare, the kind of glare that should send shivers of fear down a normal person’s spine. But then, Kylo deflates, and he casts his eye toward the porthole window, hoping for those flippers to surface once more as he whispers, “She is something far more precious, something that cannot be owned. If ye be so inclined to know, I spoke to her two nights ago.”

“You did?” Victoria’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes blinking in shock.

“Aye, in a dream. And she called to me, called me here, so here is where I have sailed.” Kylo spits back, and this only makes her expression soften once more. “And when we are reunited once more, you’ll all see.”

“For your own sake Kylo, I hope so.” She pats his ankle, before swinging back the rum and leaving his quarters for him to sulk.

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He is nearly asleep, when he hears it. The whisper, the ghost of his name, drifting to his ears through that porthole window left slightly ajar. He likes to sleep in this way, likes to breathe in the salty crisp air of night, likes to listen to the gentle lap of the waves. The ship is calm, in the middle of the night, the crew asleep in their hammocks or rooms below deck. There is nothing but the creak of the wooden decks, the flutter of the sails, and the steady rocking that has Kylo this close to dreaming, when he hears it.

“Kylo Ren…” The sound makes his eyes snap open, makes his heart beat fast in his chest. He thinks he’s hearing things, maybe conjuring them up in his own mind, but no, there it is again -- “Kylo Ren...”

Out of his bed at once, he throws on clothing. Clothing he has reserved specifically for this moment, clothing he has purchased just for you. With stockings slipped up onto his legs, Kylo steps into his black breeches and tucks in a loose-fitting white linen shirt, securing his waist with a crimson sash. The very same crimson adorns his brocade waistcoat, which he buttons up so quickly and with such shaky fingers, that he has to redo it twice. He has three golden earrings in each of his ears, and two golden bands on each finger.

He doesn’t have the time to wonder if you’ll find the appearance pleasing, as he brushes through his long black hair and ties it back with a crimson ribbon, because your voice is growing louder and more clear, and he is compelled to answer it.

Buckling his boots, Kylo ascends from the suite he calls home and finds at once, a pair of white glowing eyes not far from the starboard side of the Silencer.

“It’s you!” He whispers, nearly chokes on his spit as he does it, rushing to the rail and practically falling over the edge.

He holds his breath, waiting, hoping, and then yes! Yes it is you, you flick your tail happily in the moonlight, your scales shimmering and glittering the way he has so often dreamed about. You disappear beneath the inky waves then, and when Kylo is about to protest, your beautiful body is propelled out of the water, you do an elegant flip, spraying him with seafoam playfully upon impact once again with the waves.  

“I’m coming – just a moment, I’m coming!” For the first time in decades, a grin has split across Kylo’s surly face, his gold teeth reflecting the same way your scales do, and he jumps overboard, dives down into the water for the second time, knowing this time, you’re really there.

The sound of your laughter fills the spaces between the scars of his flesh, makes him whole, for the first time since he was a young boy. Your arms encircle him when he swims swims swims as fast as he can to reach you, and you surprise him by being faster – your tail propelling you forward more quickly than his mere legs ever could. Your reunion sings through the ocean, and he cannot take his palms away from your cheeks, he cannot look away from your glowing eyes, he does not want to, not now, not after so long.

You hug him then, floating on your back so he can be propped up atop your breast, and not accidentally pushed under the water. The two of you embrace in every sense of the word, and Kylo is thankful for the sea, for masking the tears of relief he feels.

When he leans his head in towards you, you do not deny him the kiss he so desperately seeks, and this kiss – though it is not Kylo’s first – fills him with a sense of completeness that has him groaning into your mouth. You smile against his lips, you let him wind a hand into your hair, another groping at your breast. The surface of the water is calm, there are no waves now to rock you both, and so you can indulge in one another like this lazily.

There is so much Kylo wants to ask you, so much he has to say, but in this moment, your union transcends language, as your minds meld together, a gate of sorts opening, letting the floodwaters free. He slides his tongue against yours and sighs into your mouth, clutches at you tightly, out in the open sea. If this were to take place inside his cabin, he knows the inside of the windows would be fogged from the heat that he can feel curling around your bodies.

“Kylo Ren.” You break the kiss at last, if only to give Kylo a chance to breathe, but you do not go far. You rest your forehead against his and he strains to look at you in the dark, through the closeness. “I have heard of the stories, how they echoed across the sea.”  

“You’re here, it’s you, you’re real and you’re here.” Pride wells up in Kylo’s chest, his ego inflamed, knowing the tales of his legacy have reached you. That is all he has ever wanted, and it is indescribable the way he feels knowing that in this he has succeeded.

“Of course I am, I told you I would be when you were ready for me, didn’t I?” You pet back the long dark locks that curl and cling to his wet cheeks, a thumb soothing across his lips as you lean in for another chaste kiss.

“You never told me your name.” Kylo says, because it is something he has wondered for twenty years, a question he has had burning inside his soul for just as long.

“My name? Hmm I have had many.” Chuckling, you duck your head, bashful. No one has ever asked you for your name, not once. “Names that have been given to me, names I have been called, many names. But tell me, what do you call me in your mind? When you lie awake at night and think of me, what slips past your lips?”

This sends a shiver of desire down Kylo’s spine, the way that you lean in and speak into his mouth, the way you smudge the words against his lips, your wet lashes dragging and brushing against his cheek. He’s halfway hard as it is, the thick line of his cock pressing through the layers of his soaking wet clothes, and all he can do about it is sigh, as he gropes at your breast once more.

“The only sounds I utter are the groans of pleasure which come from the very thought of you.” Kylo’s voice rumbles through his chest and into yours, and you grin, ducking your head, bashful.

“You’re charming. You may call me (Y/N).” You whisper to him like it is some secret, something that neither the moon nor the stars is privy to hear.

“Will you come aboard my ship (Y/N)?” He tests the name out on his tongue, and your scales shimmer with the way it sounds. That makes his pride swell further, makes his cock harder, but not so hard that he loses the clarity of mind to ask, “Can you?”

Your smile falters, but not by much. That beautiful tail breaks the surface once more, shimmering, ethereal before him. Kylo is mesmerized, he has always been mesmerized by you, but you being here in front of him, mesmerizing him now, is far better than the way he has lost himself in his dreams.

“I cannot, not like this. If my scales dry, then I die. So, in the water I must remain.” You explain, and Kylo tries not to let his heart break.

“I see.” He refuses to accept this, even though he understands why it must be so. He refuses, he has not come this far to leave you now.

Noticing his apparent distress, you hug him closer, kiss at his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

“There is…a way.” You start, licking your lips nervously, your voice hushed in the night.  

“Tell it to me, I want to help you, the way you helped me.” Kylo replies at once, a sense of urgency in his voice, thinly veiled desperation.

You turn your gaze away from him, your eyes like two beams of starlight, shooting out into the black abyss. Kylo had nearly forgotten that the two of you were floating in the open ocean just next to his ship, until you illuminated the world beyond.

“There is a cave ahead, beyond the craggy rocks.” You say ominously, half-afraid he’ll take you up on the offer, “Only a creature on two legs can reach it, for it is up above the water’s edge.”

“What secrets does it hide? What must I bring back for you?” He takes you up on it immediately, knowing that whatever he has been training for, whatever he has been doing with his life, all that he has learned, has led him to this moment for you.

“A golden medallion strung on a black cord.” Your eyes glow brighter with each word you speak, and Kylo finds himself getting pulled into your story with bated breath. “Decades ago, long ‘fore even you were born, ‘twas stolen from me by a man with a long white beard. He snuck upon me whilst I was asleep one day, tore it from ‘round my throat. I got my revenge on him -- killed him for it, sunk his ship in my storm, but the medallion was no longer in his possession when he drowned. I demanded to know what he had done with it, and with his dying breath he taunted and teased how I’d never reach it.”

“Until now.” Kylo assumes, because you are regarding him with such hope that he knows he cannot let you down. You saved his life, the very least he can do is repay you in this small way.

You crowd his space, your hands on his cheeks once again, your lips brushing against his own.

“I’ll go with you, I can show you the way.” You whisper, kissing him, thankful, hopeful, elated in a way that makes Kylo’s heart beat beat beat loud in his chest.

“When?” He demands, a voice commanding and fit for a Captain.

“Now.” You grin, taking him by the hand in a way that Kylo has memorized in his sleep, and leading him back to the side of his ship where he might climb up the notches in the hull to reach the deck once again.

“Now?” He blinks, having hoped that he could perhaps spend some time with you in his nice warm bed…he would have found a way around your hydration needs, he would have --

“We must go before the dawn breaks, the waters are dangerous when It wakes.” You interrupt his internal monologue, and there is something chilling about the way that your voice catches. “Take the rowboat, you’ll need your strength.”

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Kylo rows the small vessel through the blackness of night, the clouds having covered the pale shine of the moon. It is no matter, because your eyes glow in a beacon of their own, as you swim beside him. Keeping in time with his pace, your fin lazily pushes you forward, and in the quiet, Kylo decides on which of his millions of questions he wants to ask you first.

“Do you live here?” He settles on. He means both the cove you lead him to and the waters around Port Royal, wondering why in all the time he has spent here, he has never seen you.

“Yes…and no. The ocean in her entirety is my home, I swim from place to place as I please, and sleep wherever my head rests.” You explain, your voice calm and thoughtful. Kylo commits your answer to memory, wanting to absorb every piece of knowledge about you that he can as you continue, “Sometimes that’s a port such as this, sometimes it’s an anchor on a ship, other times it’s on my back, floating in the sunshine. Although I’ve been nearly harpooned that way, so I don’t do it often.”

The humor in your voice at the harpoon mention is lost on Kylo, and he nearly stops rowing as he processes your words, as he dares not to get his hopes up. He does not, however stop rowing, because your earlier comment of a Thing in the waters makes him want to complete this mission as quickly as possible.

“When you say the anchor of a ship, you don’t mean…?” Still, he has to know.

You’re quiet then for a moment, and he knows his suspicions are confirmed, by the very hesitation in your voice.

“I check on you, now and again.” You admit, making him feel both absolutely fucking elated that he has been right all along, and devastated that you have been so close and somehow, somehow always just out of reach. “I always have, wanting to make sure you were safe.”

“And you never said anything?” Kylo doesn’t restrain the question, trying not to let his temper get the better of him.

He thinks of all the ridicule he could have been spared, all the doubt, all the sleepless nights of worry that he was losing his mind, if only you had said something. But then again, he reasons, he wouldn’t be the person he is today, had he not gotten into those fist fights for standing up for his dignity, and then maybe you never would have deemed him ready.

“I couldn’t interfere, that wouldn’t be fair to you.” You explain, proving his reasoning to be correct. You don’t sound apologetic, nor regretful for it as you say, “I wanted you to become a person of your own right, your own making, free of influence from anyone, even myself.”

That hits him hard, square in the chest. And at first he doesn’t know why, but then he realizes…you’re the only person he has ever known to want that for him. He thinks back through all the people in his life; his mother wanted him to be a politician, his uncle wanted him to be a educator. His father was gone, and Snoke…well.

Snoke only found him useful to meet his own ends, and much like the rest of the world, cast him aside when he had had enough. Even the gentlemen with whom he had spent most of his time before that fateful night had hoped he would one day grow up like them.

Kylo cannot be angry with you now, he knows, not that he was ever really angry with you to begin with. How could he, when you are the only thing in the world who has never had any expectation of him, other for him to be himself?

“I spoke to you, night after night I spoke to you.” Kylo whispers into the dark, thinking of all the nights he had spent up on the bowsprit, above a masthead carved in your image, speaking to the wooden mermaid wishing wishing wishing instead he were speaking to you.

Your tail cuts through the water as you swim alongside him in the rowboat, and you whisper just as softly, “I heard you.”  

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The rest of the short journey is done in silence, mostly so that Kylo can prepare himself mentally for whatever awaits him. It looks sinister, a gaping maw protruding from the water, like a mouth with craggy and jagged teeth of rock. The light from your eyes shines into the opening of the cave, but it only shines so far before the dark of the dark swallows it whole.

“Do you see it? The cave?” You ask him softly, drawing his attention from his own thoughts to the massive structure before you both.

“Just up ahead, yes. It’s dark, but I can see it.” He answers, taking in a deep breath. He had never been particularly afraid of the dark, or of the unknown, but there is a distinct sinister energy that crackles through the air that Kylo can feel; it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“You must leave the boat behind now, do not be afraid, the water is warm, and I am here with you.” You assure him, offering him a hand that like moth to a flame, he is compelled to take.

He finds that the water is not deep here, he can wade through it and it only reaches his knees. You lay low, your free hand trailing along the soft sand as your tail swishes through the water, moving forward with him as he leaves the rowboat behind.

“You’re coming with me?” He frowns, unsure if he wants you in as much danger as you warn there may be.

But then again, he should know better than to question you in something like this, particularly when your eyes glow brighter and they shine across the sea, as you nod. Swimming beside him, neither in front nor behind him, you assert yourself as his equal in this regard, heading into the dark unknown together.

“As far as I can go, I am coming with you.” Your eyes glow, and he somehow, feels safe.

The water grows cold, the closer to the cave you and Kylo get. Kylo’s legs can feel the chill, can feel the change in the temperature. There is a humming from within, a rumbling sound that he cannot identify, and so in response, he trains his eye and his ear to be on high alert. The only other noises are the intermittent drip drip drips of water from the roof of the cave landing in the pools below – pools, because the deeper into the cave, the more shallow it becomes, until there is no more depth for you to stay submerged in.

Kylo looks at you, and you blink, the light from your eyes blipping momentarily. You turn your gaze towards the chasm before you, your eyes a lantern of their own for Kylo to see by. He doesn’t want to part from you, but he knows that when he returns, you will never have to part again.

“You must not dawdle, it must be fast.” You murmur softly, not looking at him, looking instead at the chasm, your voice taking on a strange quality that he cannot place. It sounds too familiar, like the way it had all garbled under the water when you saved him from drowning. The hair on the back of his neck does not go down. “Get in, grab the medallion – and only the medallion -- and get out.”

“Why?” He can’t help but ask, the pet-name slipping out of his mouth before he can think to ask if it’s alright, “Darling, what will I find in that cave?”

You still do not look at him, your gaze unwavering, unchanging. It is more unsettling than the rumbling, but Kylo doesn’t bring any attention to it. The medallion is in there, and you want it. You want it, and so Kylo will bring it to you.

“I do not know. Only, I have never seen anyone come back out, once they have gone inside.” You eventually say, quickly following up with, “You need not go, if you don’t think you are ready.”

There is no thought in his mind that Kylo would risk death for you, not know. In many ways, he has spent the last two decades living on borrowed time. In many ways, he has been a dead man walking for half of his life. If he were to die in this cave, it would be a death long overdue, Kylo knows.

“I have trained for twenty years to be ready. There is nothing more I could do to prepare me, if I fail now, I will have failed another twenty years ahead.” Kylo dismisses the idea of turning back now as quickly as you have offered it, pulling his sword out of its sheath which is strapped to his hip.

The metal glints from the light of your eyes, for they have finally turned to face him, the full effect of their glow making him feel as thought it were day, as if time had stood still in a moment of lightning.

“You are strong, you will not fail.” You speak with reassurance, and with those parting words, he steps out of the shallow water and onto the slippery rock floor of the cave, his descent into the chasm begun.

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The deeper into the cave Kylo goes, the colder it becomes.

Soon he is out of the scope of your powerful eyes, and has nothing but the feeling of his fingers brushing against the cave wall to guide him. His eye does its best to adjust, and he curses himself internally, for maybe if he had both his pupils, he could see better in the pitch black. His footing is careful, the floor is slippery. Even though his boots are meant to withstand such slide, he still takes caution to not step somewhere which will twist his ankle, which will buckle his knee, which will make him fall to depths he cannot see.

His ears are trained still, and he halts at every moment in which he hears something that could be a threat, pausing just for a second or two to ensure that he need not his sword nor his fists to protect himself. Every time, he decides he is safe. He does not let his guard down, but Kylo moves through the cave with a bit more confidence; clearly if something were to kill him, or present itself as a challenge at least, it would have done so by now.

And what’s more – light, up ahead! A gap in the ceiling allows the moonlight to shine through, the clouds which have covered it having moved along on their path across the sea. Never before has Kylo felt so grateful for the moon in all his years, and as he steps into the light that it shines, his eye widens at the sight before him.

Gold, mountains of it. Piles taller than he stands, and oh does he stand tall. Glittering twinkling gold, but wait, no, not just gold, jewels too, diamonds and rubies and emeralds, pearls and strings of precious beads. It surrounds him, overwhelms him, blinds him with how brightly gold it shines. Where could it be, the medallion? Kylo tries to think, tries to strategize. It couldn’t be thrown in among the piles, no, whomever had stolen it from his precious mermaid would have known how important it is.

And so Kylo ignores the riches around him altogether, knowing that time is of the essence. He is careful to step around the piles, around and around them all, forcing himself to stay on task. The medallion, he is here for your medallion. He wishes he had asked for more of a detailed explanation, because he soon realizes that fuck, there are possibly a thousand medallions here.

Taking a moment, he sighs, turns in a circle, careful of his footing. It has to be somewhere obvious, he decides. Pirates are not that smart, and they certainly have a flair for the dramatics. Whomever stole it would want all to see it, would want all to know just how –

There! Up upon a pedestal made of rock, that must be it! A large circular disc of gold laced through a black chord rests propped up in direct line of the moonlight. It glows softly, ever so slightly, a golden pulsating light that draws Kylo towards it.

“There you are.” He whispers, his eye growing wide, filling with the golden light. There is a symbol, possibly writing in a language Kylo does not recognize, etched into it, that glows and glows and glows brighter as Kylo comes nearer.

He reaches a hand out but then quickly yanks it back. It could be a trap, what would he do if it is a trap? He chews at the inside of his cheek, hesitates for a moment. Looking up and all around for any signs of anything that could come crashing down, or shooting out at him from the sides, he waits.

Until he is certain that no such thing will happen, at which point he can wait no longer.

Holding his breath, his hand stretches up, fingers extended as far as they can go, for the rock pedestal is taller than he is even on his toes, and he does not exhale until he can feel the black cord nestled in his grip, and he pulls the medallion down.

…Nothing happens.

Suspicious, Kylo decides not to tempt fate. He has managed to escape death a second time, or at least, he will if he is able to return to you. Now that the medallion is in his hands, it glows so bright that the entire cave illuminates, and he can hear the faint echo of music, the very same music that has haunted his dreams. Your music, he realizes, and his heart beats knowing that he has done what you asked.

He is so pleased with himself, that as he climbs back down from the pedestal and passes through the piles and towers of gold and jewels, something catches the corner of his eye. A tiara, made entirely of gold and pearls, rests innocuously at his feet. It is carved into the shape of seashells, carved so well that if Kylo did not know of the wonders of goldsmiths, he would have assumed someone dipped the shells themselves in the soft metals.

“Well hello.” He bends down to inspect it, to get a closer look. Small golden chains with pearls beaded around it twinkle in the beam of light from the medallion.

The longer he stares at it, the more he notices; a tiny starfish here, a proud seahorse there, the mix of clam shells and snail shells, tusk shells and those spiraled ones which remind Kylo of the narwhals of the north – they are arranged so delicately, so carefully, that before Kylo can even think too much about it, he is reaching for it.

“You will look beautiful atop my darling’s head.” He is convinced of this, and he cannot see the harm in taking it, he is on his way out, he has obtained what he came for, there should be no issue here.

Oh, how wrong he is.

The moment his fingers touch the tiara, a sharp gust of wind bellows through the cave. It hurls towards him in a fury, in a rage, and even as he drops the tiara and lets it fall back onto the pile, it does not cease. The clouds return to cover the moon, or is it the ceiling of the cave itself is closing? He does not know, but he brandishes his sword in the low light, only the medallion’s incandescence giving him enough to see by.

The rushing wind draws the warmth from his bones, until he is chilled cold, frozen, fingers hurting as they clench around the hilt of his sword. He looks all around, ready to take on whatever may attack him, until the deep dark chuckle of his nightmares sounds around him, bounces against the walls in a way that Kylo cannot tell which direction to brace.

“Ickle Ben Solo, my how you’ve grown.” The voice muses, and Kylo freezes at the sound.

The impossible sound.

With clenched teeth, Kylo slowly turns, the hair on the back of his neck raising once more, the vein in his jaw throbbing with rage.

Captain Snoke, exactly as Kylo remembers him, stands in the middle of the cave. Face sunken in, long white beard, remorseless eyes squinting at him. The only difference from years ago and now, is that now, Kylo has grown taller, and when Snoke looks at him, he is forced to look up.

He knows this must be a trick of the cave, because all at once it hits him that the reason you conjured that storm was to kill him – him, the man with the white beard who snatched the medallion from your pretty neck. You had killed him, and yet here he is. Snoke is between Kylo and the exit, the just beyond where Kylo knows he will see the glow of your eyes once more.

This Snoke cannot be real, and so Kylo knows somewhere in the back of his mind that he could simply push his way past him and make way to you…but this is a chance Kylo will not pass up, and so with the medallion clutched in his hand he swings his saber and levels it directly at Snoke’s throat.

“Draw your sword.” The words snarl out of him in a grimace, as the rage of nearly three hundred fallen crew members sing through him.

At once, Snoke’s sword is conjured up out of thin air, and parrying Kylo’s away, shoving with a force much stronger than Kylo would have expected.

“I am but an old man, I cannae do nothin’ ta harm ye now.” Snoke taunts and teases, and Kylo spits at his feet, unable to hold back any longer.

“You lying cheating conniving bastard – I’ll kill you!” He lunges forward, poised to attack, his sword coming up to clang immediately and clash with Snoke’s.

It is regrettable, he thinks, that Snoke was the one who taught him how to fight, because the man can anticipate his moves. However, he only taught Kylo the basics, and in this regard, Kylo finds himself feeling lucky, feeling emboldened to push back harder, meaner, as he swings his sword, making sparks fly.

He manages to make a combination of moves which catch Snoke off-guard enough that he stumbles backwards, and this angers the old man, whose jaw clenches all his own.  

“If it’s a fight yer after,” He sounds strange, his voice echoing throughout the cave as he backs away, “It’s a fight you’ll get.”

Kylo will not let him get away, not the way he had last time, not the way he had snuck out in the night when he knew no one could catch him. He immediately runs after Snoke, chases him down down down back the way he came, further and further from the entrance.

As he runs, he realizes that there are things moving around him, and he nearly trips as a hand encloses around his ankle.

Out from the piles of gold slither the bodies of men who had been trapped, ensnared by the cave, men who had died unpleasant, undignified deaths. Kylo cannot be bothered with them, he must get to Snoke – he will get to Snoke, so he slices his sword through the limbs of the men who have fallen, failed on a quest of their own. He hacks away at them without care, does not look back when they collapse and clutch at their bleeding wrists.

They swarm around him, and Kylo can do nothing but kill them as they come crawling out from the depths of the cave, scores of them moaning and groaning, dying all over again. Kylo kicks their teeth in, stabs them through the heart, shoves them away from him even as they claw and cling to him, tearing his clothes, ripping at his shirt and his breeches, trying to grab the sword out of his hand.

Their long blackened fingernails scratch at his flesh, and he has to resist the urge not to be sick with the decay he finds in their faces as he punches and hacks his way through them.

It is suffocating, but Kylo grabs at the medallion almost on accident, and he does not know how, but a pulse of light shocks out of it and knocks them all away. The golden pulse from the medallion, from the symbol which now has morphed and changed into something else entirely, is protecting him, and he does not waste the time it allows him.

Snoke’s laughter guides him, and Kylo chases until there is nowhere left to run. On a tall bridge of rock, Kylo and Snoke find themselves engaged in battle, meeting one another sword for sword, grunts and groans of effort spilling out of their lips.

“This is for Vicrul,” Kylo shouts, as he pushes forward, forces Snoke backwards. The old man’s eyes widen before he frowns, realizing the bridge is becoming more and more narrow, “And this is for Cardo!”

Snoke fights back, their swords locked, shooting sparks all around as they meet clash for clash. Snoke’s footwork is light, he is fast for a man of such age. He manages to slice Kylo’s arm, slicing straight through the fabric. Kylo bleeds, and that pain only eggs him on, a lesson he had learned many a year ago – the pain fueling his rage.

“For Trudgen, and Ushar!” Kylo’s voice is loud, grows louder and louder as the blood rushes down his forearm, staining his shirt and dripping around his clenched fist, staining the metal of his sword as they meet time and time again, as Kylo gains the advantage.

“Ben wait –" Snoke calls him by that name again, and Kylo can only growl loudly with the rage of it all, for how dare Kylo disrespect him now?

“For Kuruk and Ap’lek.” Kylo continues, before managing to fling Snoke’s sword away from his hand, managing to send it flying all the way down a deep trench, water rushing through the cave below them.

Kylo can hear it when it hits against the rocks a thousand feet away, and suddenly gets the strongest urge to hear that sound again, although with Snoke’s head instead of his sword. Like the coward he is, Snoke backs himself up as far as he can go, until he is teetering on the precipe of the edge, on the very last foothold he has.

Kylo lunges after him, letting out a shout of rage as he runs his old captain through with his sword, cutting out the bitter shriveled blackened heart. Kylo holds it in his hand, squeezes any possible remains of life left there and drops it.

Snoke’s eyes widen, almost in shock, for even in death he had not been so injured.

He does not bleed the way Kylo is, but that does not mean that he cannot hurt.

“And this, Captain,” Kylo’s face shakes with rage, as he grabs Snoke by the throat and hoists him high up off his feet, dangling his body right over the trench, “Is for me.”

Snoke opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it is is lost in the scream that spills from his lips as Kylo not only drops him, no not something so careless as that – he throws Snoke down the trench, the glow of the medallion giving Kylo the ability to watch him fall.

He is reminded then, of how it felt to sink to the bottom of the ocean thanks to his carelessness, his cowardice. He hopes that Snoke receives no such mercy, as the one you had shown him that day.

You! He must get back to you, he must –

There is another rumble, from beyond the cave. Kylo startles, as the bridge beneath him begins to shake, and he realizes that the bridge is beginning to collapse.

No, not just the bridge, but the entire cave.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Kylo runs, his boots carrying him as fast as he can go, the medallion glowing and pulsating, music guiding him through the dark, slipping and skidding on the wet rock, Kylo runs. He is chased by large rocks which fall from the ceiling, falling onto his head and only just barely missing. If one were to pin him down, it would surely kill him.

He doesn’t realize how deep into the cave he had gone, until he can finally see the white light of your eyes, and your scream for him to hurry, after what feels like an age of running, his limbs burning, legs and lungs sore from the speed of it all.

“Kylo!” You rejoice, joy thrilling through your body as you reach for him, arms extended and a great big grin on your face.

“I did it, darling my darling I did it!” Kylo shouts at you from the mouth of the cave, outrunning its demise, outrunning his death once more.

“My handsome man, I knew you could do it, I knew you could!” You reach reach reach for his hands, and the second he grabs you, you yank him to your chest and your powerful tail propels you forward faster than his legs could ever run, as you carry him to safety once again, laughing all the while, “I knew you could!”  

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When at last before my ghostly shipmates I stand

I shed a small tear for my home upon land              

Though their eyes speak of depths filled with struggle and strife

Their smiles below say I don't owe them my life

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my eyes

And my boat listed over and tried to capsize

I'm this far from drowning, this far from the sea,

I remember the living do they think of me,

When my bones in the ocean forever will be

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The rowboat reaches the side of the ship, and it rocks for a moment as you hoist yourself inside of it. Your body takes up much of the space, or rather, your tail does, and Kylo cannot stop looking looking looking at you, the thrill of victory, of success, coursing through his veins. There is just one problem – he cannot lift the rowboat from down here.

Thankfully, a lantern sticks over the side of the ship, followed soon thereafter by an inquiring head, belonging to Kylo’s First Mate. He is conflicted at once – he wants to revel in the satisfaction of being correct all these years, but he wants to protect you more, and he is unsure of what Victoria will do now that you are so close.

“You are real!” Victoria says in a loud-whisper, smacking a hand over her mouth for a moment or two.

You wave up to her, a knowing smile on your face, and Kylo’s cheek burn. He is embarrassed, because now you know he has told everyone of importance about you, that he has bragged about you, that he has sang your praises. Giving his hand a tight squeeze, your fin slaps against the rowboat, and that is signal enough that Victoria needs, to send down the ropes.

Once the rowboat is hitched and lifted up out of the water, you slip the medallion around your neck, and immediately it glows a bright gold, brighter even than the white of your eyes, which now fade to the beautiful natural color of your irises.

Kylo is still unsure though, still not certain how this will help you, even as the medallion glows and glows.

“What does it do -- ?” Victoria has the same thoughts as Kylo, the same questions, but both of their thoughts are interrupted by the golden light which glows larger and larger, encompasses your body.

You rise up into the air, and Kylo is hesitant to let go. He knows he must, so he does, and instantly regrets not being able to hold your palm against his own. He steps onto the deck of the boat where it is sturdy and safe, and watches as some otherworldly magic you wield spins around your tail.

Suddenly, there is a great flash of light, and your fin begins to morph and split into two legs, two human legs; thighs and knees and calves and ankles and even feet and toes. Kylo cannot believe it, Victoria blinks and has to shield her eyes from the brightness of it all, but it is not long after that the glow fades, and you are gently lowered by your magic onto the deck.

Kylo’s arms are there for you at once, your naked body bracing itself in his embrace. Although there is no one on the deck who is awake aside from the three of you, he still wishes to shield your body from sight, a protective possessive simmer bubbling up in his chest. It also does not help that it has been a long time since you stood upon human legs, and he does not want to risk you falling, not now, not ever. He will never let harm come to you again, not as commander of the seas.

“Incredible,” He whispers, kissing your face, holding you tight while you get your footing, “You’re beautiful.”

“You keep saying that.” You laugh, your hair spilling over one shoulder as your arms loop around Kylo’s neck. You smile at him so radiantly, that it could have been high noon for all Kylo knew.

“It is the truth, I will continue to say it until the day I die.” He leans in to kiss you once more.

When his mouth opens for yours and he begins to hum against your tongue, Victoria clears her throat rather loudly, and scratches the side of her face awkwardly. You break apart only enough for him to shoot her a harsh glare for ruining the moment, but Victoria only rolls her eyes.

“Show her your cabin, Captain.” She says with no hint of subtlety, “I daresay she will be eager to see it.”

Kylo looks at you, and your pupils grow wide wide wide in the dark, and he knows you are eager indeed.

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Kylo has never given much thought to his quarters, not until this very moment. Of course he knew what he had and he knew the degree to which his nice things were nice, but he never had wondered what you might think of them – or if they would be of any consequence to you at all.

It was a long room right at the very port of the Silencer, a vast open area split off into smaller sections by way of furniture arrangement. The floors were all covered with handwoven Persian rugs, the windows draped with fine linens. Up against the windows at the far back of the room was his large mahogany work table and chairs with plush velvet cushions, where he held meeting with the higher members of the crew. Along the wall were various chests and bureaus which housed his clothing, all carved with intricate designs and all having brass handles and clasps. Towards the front was his bathing area, a grand tub and all sorts of implements to improve his hygiene – he abhorred the idea that a pirate need be a filthy man.

And finally, off to the other wall, sat a grand canopy bed, with curtains which could be pulled shut to prevent any light from seeping through, should he want to sleep in on one particular morning or another. The bed frame was gold, inlaid with jewels, carved and decorated to tell the tale of a mermaid saving a young boy.

He waits for you to make the first move. He wants you, desperately, terribly, but he will not push, will not do anything which you do not explicitly ask for. He does not want to pressure you in any way. He has waited for you for twenty years, he could wait longer if you asked – as long as you are here, he doesn’t care.

But he doesn’t have to wait, for you have already laid yourself down in his bed, your arms spread out as your legs rub against the soft blankets, one finger beckoning him to join you. It does not take anything more for him to shed his clothes and do just that.

Kylo’s skin is still slightly wet from the cave, but if there is a chill that washes over him from being so exposed, he doesn’t pay it any attention. You are watching him curiously, your eyes trailing up and down his body as he steps towards you, climbs his way up the bed.

Immediately, your arms open for him, and he settles himself above you, kisses at the warmth of your throat as your hands find their way into his hair.

“Do you prefer me this way?” You muse playfully, rubbing your foot against the back of his calf, making him shiver shudder gasp with anticipation, continuing, “With legs, like you have?”

Kylo continues to kiss your neck, to worry his lips along the muscles there, grazing the gold-capped edges of his teeth up and down, making you shudder in return. He cannot describe the thrill that fills him with, knowing he affects you so.

“I prefer you either way, although I will admit, there is so much we can do like this.” He whispers, finding some way to broach the subject, the subject of his desire, his lust for you. God he wants to fuck you, wants it so badly that one of his hands wanders down to your lower stomach, asking with a silent hesitation for permission.

You grin and nod, and Kylo sucks in a breath, lets his fingers dip down lower, until they are brushing through the hair that has replaced your scales, pushing between your folds, your legs falling open and welcoming him. At once, you hum out a longing moan, a sound that Kylo has to chase, simply has to. He crooks two inside your pussy, revels slowly, softly, in the way that your body reacts.

“Aye, now the question becomes, do you have the stamina to do everything I want?” You chuckle as his lips part from the sensation of how wet you are, wet in every sense of the word. Kylo has large hands and thick fingers, but somehow your cunt takes him with ease, welcomes him and sucks him deeper.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Kylo looks up at you, his fingers busying themselves with working you open, pushing and rubbing through your folds, your pussy dripping around his knuckles. It makes his mouth water, makes him have to swallow hard, especially when your pupils darken and grow wide with lust of your own.

“You’ve – you mean to say you have experience?” He doesn’t know why this shocks him, Kylo certainly was no virgin.

“I’m nine hundred years old, I daresay I have more experience than everyone on your ship, O Captain.” You laugh, and something about the laughter bubbles anger inside him, makes his face harden.

He knows he’s a hypocrite, he knows. He’s fucked women all over the world, taken his pleasures from helping hands on more than one occasion. He knows that you must have done the same, so why does he get so possessive? Why does he get so immediately blood-thirsty? He has to fight the desire to rip heads off of necks, to hunt down those who did not deserve you – hell he almost stops fingering you from the sheer rage that stings the back of his throat like bile.

“Ohh does that make you jealous? That others have had a taste of me?” You notice, cupping his cheeks and kissing him sweetly, legs curling around his waist, voice deceptively calm as you whisper into his mouth, “Don’t be, you should know I killed them all right after.”

That makes his cock twitch, appeals to the primal side of his brain which had already begun to plot. You simply grin, turned on further by the way he is so ready to kill for you.  

“Good.” He very nearly snarls, thrusting another finger to join the two that have already found comfort in your pussy, deciding that he would show you just how much better he could make you feel, than all those others combined.  

With three fingers in, and his thumb on your clit, Kylo kisses you passionately, swallows down the mewls of pleasure and little hiccuped gasps that he elicits from your throat. His eyes are pinched shut because you are too beautiful, it hurts him to look into your gaze the same way that he has always been warned not to stare into the sun. But he doesn’t need his eye to see you when he can feel the way your body undulates and rocks underneath him, the pulsating warmth of your flesh sending goosebumps of pleasure rippling down his spine.

When he’s decided that you’re good and ready, when you’re stretched out enough to accommodate him, he sucks those fingers into his mouth to chance the taste of you. It is beyond that which Kylo could have ever dreamed, and spit strings off his rings when he hoists your leg up enough to properly thrust his cock through those warm plush folds.

“Fuck,” Kylo grunts unexpectedly, as the angle allows him to shove his way through with ease, the fingering having relaxed you enough to take him. But only just enough, it would seem, for despite the attention, you still are tight, and Kylo is sure that he could die like this and die a happy man.

Kylo’s body sings at the contact, at the vice-like hold your cunt has on his thick throbbing cock, and he pushes it deeper deeper deeper still inside you, not stopping until he bottoms out completely, not stopping until he has stuffed you full of his hot hard length, not stopping until your mouth drops open with surprise.

Smirking, Kylo positions himself in a way that he can support his weight and pull back, hips pistoning hard and fast all at once, making the bed creak louder than the rocking ship. He has decided he will never fuck again, if he cannot fuck you – he is ruined for anyone else, ruined in the way you push your pelvis up to meet him thrust for thrust, giving him as good as you get.

“Kylo – oh yes, yes! Take me, give me everything Kylo, give it to me.” You gasp, one of your hands digging into the scarred meat of his back, the flexing muscle of his shoulders moving under your palm.

The praise makes him moan, a deep rumbling purr in his chest that you exploit, a litany of yesyesKyloyou’resogoodgoodgood dropping from your lips, spurring him on, making his pride and cock throb, his hips rolling against yours, balls smacking harsh on your flesh as he clamps his teeth down onto your shoulder.

“Stars above, oh God – you’re beautiful, so beautiful.” He chants, feeling and savoring the way his cock spears through the tight wet velvet heat of your pussy, better than anything he has ever felt, clenching around him perfectly, fluttering and pulsing against his engorged veins and swollen head.

Your back arches underneath him, pushing your breasts with perked swollen nipples right into his face as he bends himself down to meet them, desperate to latch his tongue to your chest and suck. You moan moan moan, and he does not hold back the grunts of his own, the low noises from the back of his throat that muffle against your flesh as he suckles and licks the salty sweat off your skin, cock never once breaking in its rhythm.

“Fuck, fuck that’s good.” You pant, your body bouncing on the mattress, letting yourself go, letting yourself be moved this way and that for Kylo to pleasure you as he sees fit. Your eyes roll back into your head, your teeth bite at your lower lip, and Kylo can hear the way your pulse flutters from his spot on your breast.

“You like my cock?” He laves his tongue over your nipples one at a time, pinches at them with his lips, eager and ecstatic that he is making you feel this way.

“Yes!” You sigh loudly, no regard whatsoever for his crew – he doesn’t care either, in fact your volume makes him grow bold, grow demanding.

“Tell me how much.” He orders, shifting your positions so that he can take one of your legs and stretch it up up up over his shoulder, ankle resting near his ear, fucking into you hard and fast, so fast that his own voice shakes, “I want to hear you say it, say how much you like getting fucked by my big cock.”

You laugh, not at him but in sheer simple bliss, arms thrown over your head, hands tangling in the sheets. The moonlight shines on your body as he fucks into you, listens to the squelch of your cunt as it drips and drools on his cock, your tongue doing its best to stay in your mouth as you take the pounding he gives you.

“Kylo! It’s so big, I – oh fuck, oh! I’m so full!” You moan and whine, voice high and loud and music to his ears, as you hiccup and giggle out of your mind, especially when his thumb falls on your swollen clit, begging for attention.

The dark curling possessive feeling floods through him then, wanting you like this all the time, wanting you happy and pleased, wanting to be the man which gives it to you. The medallion practically smacks against your chest, and he grabs a hold of it in his hand so that your pretty skin won’t be marked by bruises that he does not give you.

“I’ll fill you up, fill you right to the fucking brim,” Kylo growls -- seethes, “I’ll knock you up and pamper you and make you come every day, coming on my cock and fingers and tongue – ”

It is then that he stops entirely, his hips halting at once, brain tripping up over his own words. You give him a whine and a light smack to his shoulder, protesting that he has stopped, especially when he pulls out. Before you can question him verbally though, he’s shuffling down the bed as fast as he can, pulling your folds apart with his golden clad thumbs and burying his face in place of his cock, his tongue stroking and sucking and thrusting through you.

“Oh!” You gasp happily, pleased with this attention, and Kylo’s arms wind underneath your thighs, your knees squeezing the sides of his head as he eats you out.

Kylo eats your pussy like a starving man confronted with his first meal – he is sloppy, he is aggressive, he is desperate. His nose prods up against your clit and rubs and bumps as he sucks you down, as he swallows the slick that pools on his tongue. You taste like the ocean but also like something otherworldly, and Kylo thinks that this is already replacing his most favorite of rums, the wine of your body far more addicting.

Keening each time you yank on his hair, Kylo kisses and makes out with your pussy, tears welling up in his eyes from the sheer overstimulation of his scalp and his cock, which ruts against the sheets. The laundry boys will kill him, he just had the sheets washed not two days ago, but he doesn’t care. 

A grosser part of him thinks he will never have his sheets washed again, but as he drinks down your slick and moans and pants into your pussy, he thinks no, he wants nothing but the cleanest bed for you to be fucked on. You deserve nothing but the best, and his hands clench into fists as he groans out the sheer desire to give it to you.

In the back of his head, Kylo knows that this cannot last forever, and a sharp pang of sorrow hits his heart, because he cannot think of anything more important than this – eating, drinking, sleeping, no, nothing compares to the way you sob on his tongue, sob with pleasure that has been denied to you for so long. 

His brain cannot make up its mind, whether he wants to bury his face as far between your legs as it can go, or his cock, and he wishes there were some way he could fuck you and taste you at the same time.

“Kylo, I’m going to come.” You warn with a shuddering moan, and that makes up his mind for him, for he wants to come alongside you, wants to come inside you, together.

So, regretfully he pulls away from your pretty pussy and gives your clit one last kiss, and pushes the head of his cock back into you, resuming the thrusting pace he had built, feeling how his cock has to work hard to shove itself into you, your cunt tight tight tight.

“Will – can – where -- ?” He feels like a fool for the loss of his words, but you, even blissed out the way that you are, you understand what he’s trying to ask.

“Come in me, handsome, fill me up like you promised.” You order, and though he has proven himself to be stronger than any man alive, he is weak for the tone of your voice.

That heating warming desperate coil of pleasure winds winds winds up in his stomach, until it is shooting out of his cock in throbbing pulsing ropes of hot come, spreading through your cunt, dumping his load as your body comes and shudders and shakes around him, your thighs trembling, toes curling, back arching clean off the mattress. He pants and gasps for breath as he curses long and low in his chest, pumping the last few thrusts of his hips against yours until his arms give out and he collapses down on top of you.

The medallion glows gold, sends a pulse of light across the ocean – you are grinning so wide and so beautifully that Kylo knows whatever has just happened between the two of you, is only the beginning.

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Now that I'm staring down at the darkest abyss

I'm not sure what I want but I don't think it's this

As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on

I make sail for the dawn 'til the darkness has gone

As the souls of the dead live for'er in my mind

As I live all the years that they left me behind

I'll stay on the shore but still gaze at the sea

I remember the fallen and they think of me

For our souls in the ocean together will be

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The sweat cools on the both of your bodies for a long while, and still, somehow, Kylo feels like he is in a dream.

The Silencer creaks and groans gently in the night as he traces patterns across your back, little looping nothings that have you humming softly. Your legs are twined through his, braided like the rope which hoists his sails, and he wonders if you can hear how fast his heart is beating, even in the calm. You must, you have to be, for you are tucked up against his broad chest, your cheek nestled into one of his pecs, your arm curled around his thick waist.

What he wouldn’t give to have both eyes again, to be able to see you the way he wishes he could.

It is surreal to think that you are here, after so long. After twenty years of the world thinking him crazy, not only has he proved them all wrong, but he has proven himself to you. You wear the medallion around your neck, the very same medallion which was stolen from you so long ago, by the very captain that once tried to steal Kylo’s life.

Now he was gone, and you are here, and he has just fucked you through nearly to sunrise, and he thinks if he had but a small glass of something to drink, he could have the strength to fuck you some more.

“I have never felt more complete, than I do in this moment.” He confesses, looks down at you. You meet his gaze, and your irises grow huge in the low light. He leans in to kiss your forehead, his hand rubbing your back up and down, “I cannot believe at long last I have found you.”

You sigh happily, so happily in fact, that the scales on your hip begin to shimmer and glow, and Kylo thinks he would kill Snoke a thousand times over, if it meant he could have you so calm, so at ease.

“I thought about you all the while, heard stories about you across the deep. I am so proud of the man, the terror you have become, my Kylo, handsome Kylo.” You whisper, kissing the spot underneath his chin, where his scar drags across his throat.

Suddenly, he grows panicked, his arms tighten around your body, because he does not know the extent to your visit, he does not know if you only are granting him this one night. He holds you tightly and you hum with a question in your tone, making Kylo’s cheeks grow red hot with embarrassment and shame.

“You cannot go again, you cannot leave me. Please don’t – I’ll do anything, anything to stay together.” He clings to you, like the boy he once was, drowning and dying alone out at sea, the very sea which he now commands, which he now holds in an iron grip.

“’Anything’ is a dangerous word to be said to a mermaid.” You tease him the very same way you had teased him then, but this time Kylo knows what he’s asking for, and oh how he has waited so long to ask it.

“I meant it before, and I mean it now, I will not be apart from you again.” There is that deep baritone that has sent fear into the hearts of a thousand ships, and you grin at the sound of it, pulling your bodies flush together.

“You won’t have to, handsome.” Licking your lips, you allow him to tilt your chin up.

“Let me kiss you?” He asks, and he asks it so sweetly that you don’t even have the time to answer, you’re already nuzzling your nose against his, already rubbing at his lips with yours.  

The kiss, much like the ones from seemingly an eon ago – or was it only a few hours? – begins as a chaste nothing and works its way into being something passionate, something heated. It is in this kiss, that Kylo knows now wherever you go, so too he will follow, even if that’s to the very edge of the Earth, down to the very pits of the deep.

As he closes his eyes and kisses you once more, his hands cradle your head and holds you tight to his body. He worries you’ll burst into seafoam or stars, worries that now that he isn’t looking at you, you’ll disappear. His pulse jumps because of it, pounds in his throat so strongly that he thinks he might be ill – but you’re here still, he knows it, he feels the press of your lips against his own.

Kylo opens his mouth, and you slip your tongue through, making him melt and groan deep in the back of his throat, his hands clutching at your naked body, your scales shimmering in the moonlight that pours in through his cabin window. This medallion, the one which has granted you your legs once again, glows golden. He can see the burn of the symbol behind his eyelid, as you push yourself to straddle his waist, to pin him down to the mattress.

“Fuck!” He feels the white hot brand of the medallion then suddenly, and his shouts of pain are swallowed down your throat, you shush and soothe him with your otherworldly touch, even as something hot hot hot courses through his veins.

You have done something to him, something that he doesn’t know, doesn’t dare to ask. He trusts you, wholly and completely he trusts you – you have never given him reason to doubt, so he doesn’t, not even now.

You kiss and kiss and kiss and he doesn’t realize the ship is sinking, doesn’t realize that twenty foot waves have spilled over the side of the Silencer. He doesn’t hear the alarm bells or the shouts of his crew, he doesn’t care about anything else besides you. No, he sucks the air from your breath until there’s salt water in his lungs, but he doesn’t choke, he doesn’t splutter, he lets himself be pulled down down down, your hands in his hair, his arms around your waist as your legs disappear.

There is music then, music all around, inside his body and out, and he wonders if this is the ballad of the sea, of the souls you have claimed, the souls he has stolen at the hand of his sword. Kylo can feel them, their presence, in the in-between, calling and reaching out to him in a tearful melody, but knows he will not be joining them. Kuruk, Ushar, Ap’lek and Trudgen, Cardo and Vicrul’s faces all ghostly images of their younger selves, so young and fit that Kylo nearly doesn’t recognize them.

He regards them with a mournful eye but they shake their heads, not a single one of them angry. They don’t want him to join, Kylo realizes, they don’t feel betrayed that Kylo has lived while they have died. He makes them a promise, sends out the thought through the sea, that he’ll live out the years they had stolen as best as he can, and this is enough for them to stop haunting his dreams. To the tune of the music they dance and sing off into the ether, freed from the shackles of the in-between, finally free once more.

And then he realizes the music is coming from you, a siren song that fills his ears and his eyes and his very heart, it is the most beautiful thing he has ever heard, and he is filled with an euphoria unlike that he had ever known, because he realizes he gets to listen to it forever. Kylo had once asked if you were an angel, and you had said no – now he knows better, he knows what you are; you are heaven herself.

“We’ll be together forever like this.” He hears you say, your voice distorted and watery as your teeth grow sharp, as your hair grows long, flows about your head in a death defying halo. “Not a single man alive could harm you now. You’ll remain like this forever, just as you are, with me by your side.”

Kylo should be afraid, he knows this, he knows he should – but how can he be when you’re holding his hands and kissing his palms? How can he be when he opens his eyes and he finally breathes, a sucking sharp gasp of the ocean that fills him up? 

He cannot explain it, but he is transformed into something, something otherworldly just the same way that you are. He looks the same, but he can feel it inside his body and inside his mind, as the medallion glows and so too does the brand on his chest, marked forever by a mermaid’s kiss.

But instead of that kiss sending him to the Locker or a watery grave, he keeps his lungs open and he remains unafraid, as you smile with too many teeth in your mouth, you laugh and you cheer and you sing so very loud. And when he blinks he sees you crystal clear through both of his eyes, you grasp for his hands and he knows now he can’t die, his ship sails under the water manned by his crew, who too look completely unchanged.

You swim above the ship and perch yourself atop the masthead, the breaking light of dawn shines down through the waves, making the watery world feel like an elixir of life, of immortal dreams come true. Kylo chases you, with strong limbs he climbs up up up the rigging of the ship to join you, and as he climbs, so too does the ship rise, until the Silencer breaks through the surface once more.

The crew rejoices, they dance in circles around the bilge pump and throw their hats in the air, the sunrise golden and beautiful as your fin smacks happily against the wood of the ship, laughter at the antics on deck. Kylo sets you in his lap there high above the water’s edge, and seagulls fly and call from the disturbance of the ship ascending from the depths.

“I love you.” He says it, says the words that he has been practicing inside his mind for decades, the words he has rehearsed in front of the mirror. He never thought he would have a chance to say them to you out loud. “I have loved you from the very first moment I saw you.”

It hits him then, the realization that Kylo will be able to say them to you forever.

“Why do you think I rescued you?” You beam at him, and he laughs, elated, that his feelings are returned.

Looping your arms around his neck, you kiss Kylo, salty and briny and bright. Kylo holds you in his lap tightly so that you don’t fall, one of his hands on your cheek, adoring, caressing. He leans his forehead against yours, and the medallion glows, and when he meets your grin it’s with a smile of his own, because he has given you his soul fathoms below.  

 I remember the fallen and they think of me,

For our souls in the ocean together will be.

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The Grinch of Nishiura (Big Windup!)

Summary: The Nishiura boys have gone caroling, but Mihashi notices that Abe isn't singing with them.

A/N: THANK YOU ANON OMGGGG THIS WAS THE MOST FUN PROMPT I'VE HAD IN A WHILE!! I freakin' LOVE Abe! ESPECIALLY lee Abe! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME AND YOU!! ENJOY!! <3

Word Count: 1,312

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“Um…Abe?”

“Hmm?”

“A-Aren’t you…going to sing?”

“Heck no.”

Mihashi bit his lip. He and the rest of the Nishiura boys were gradually walking down the hall of one of the hospital wings, following their coach with songbooks in hand. The pitcher had noticed almost right away that Abe wasn’t actually singing any carols, but he let a few of them go by without saying anything.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Abe continued, keeping his voice lowered. “I like what we’re doing here. Singing for sick kids and all that. But I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of them or anything.”

A nurse walked by, smiling at them as she went. Mihashi glanced up at his friend. “Why…would it be embarrassing?”

“I can’t sing, Mihashi.” Abe grumbled the words under his breath, keeping his eyes averted. “I can’t hold a tune.”

They came to a stop at their next destination, their coach gave them a tempo, and the boys started in on “Frosty the Snowman.” All of them except Abe, who merely mouthed the words and acted like he was singing for real. When they were finished a couple of minutes later and began walking again, Tajima – who had been just in front of them – hung back until he was walking on Abe’s opposite side, throwing an arm around him.

“Come on, Abe. You should sing! I can’t hold a tune either, but I’m at least trying.” Tajima grinned. “You can’t be any worse than me.”

Abe rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, some of us have a little more self-respect.”

Tajima scoffed, quickening his pace to walk ahead of them, singing “you’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” under his breath.

Mihashi had never considered that there might be some things Abe wasn’t good at. He was so amazing behind the plate, on the field in general, in the dugout, and in most of their classes. To learn that Abe not only couldn’t sing but was able to admit as much was a surprise to the pitcher.

After another half hour and several more Christmas carols went by, the boys followed Coach Momoe out of the hospital and onto the bus to head back to the school. Mihashi and Abe sat together with the pitcher at the window seat, though he never looked out at the passing scenery. Instead he kept his eyes on Abe, whose eyes were on his teammates, who were still singing even though they didn’t have to anymore.

“Abe,” he said after a few minutes, “if you want to s-sing, you should sing. W-We’re not in the hospital now, so you can’t…you won’t embarrass yourself in front of the kids.”

“It’s not worth it here, either.” Abe crossed his arms, slouched down, and closed his eyes. “They’d never let me live it down. I just can’t sing, Ren. Let it go.”

Mihashi was silent the rest of the trip.

When they got back to Nishiura High and were huddled waiting for their respective rides to come pick them up, Tajima suddenly started in singing again, prompting a few others to join him. They laughed, but Abe had had enough.

“Would you stop already?” he snapped at them, his temper boiling over. “We’re done caroling! We’re not at the hospital anymore, so quit singing all these stupid kids’ songs. I’m sick of it!”

Everyone went quiet for a long moment. Then Tajima started in once more, this time revisiting “you’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.” Some others were eager to join him, but Mihashi cringed, watching Abe from the side, worried. He knew his friend looked angry, but if it were him, having that song sung right to his face would make him feel awful. He wondered if he should say something.

“You’re as cuddly as a cactus!” Tajima laughed, suddenly lunging forward to hug Abe around his waist and lift him off the ground.

The catcher sputtered in protest. “Hey! Let me go!”

Izumi sidled up next to him and took his hand teasingly. “You’re as charming as an eel~”

“MR. GRIIIIIINCH!!” The boys yelled in tandem, bursting into laughter.

Abe looked both enraged and mortified. “Put me down!”

“You’re a bad banana with a…” Tajima set him down as requested, then immediately dug his fingers into his teammate’s ribs. “…greasy black peeeeeel!”

“Gah! Ahahahaha – whahahat?!” Abe screeched, giggling despite himself, shoving Tajima’s shoulders. “Get ohohohohoff!”

Izumi laughed, coming up behind him to pry his arms away. “You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch!”

Hanai, Oki, Mizutani, and Suyama sang, “Your heart’s an empty hole!”

Tajima found Abe’s waist and dug in, forcing the catcher to burst out laughing, struggling against Izumi’s grip while trying to kick his attacker away, and all of it was enough for Mihashi to finally start grinning himself at how silly it all was.

“Stahahahahahahap!” Abe cried, desperately trying to keep his cackles under control.

“Your brain is full of spiders,” the boys chorused together. “You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Griiiiinch!”

“Okahahahahay, okay, stahahahahahap!” Abe was laughing so hard at this point he started to fall to the ground, at which point Hanai and a few others descended on him, too, pinning him and tickling him mercilessly all while singing the Grinch’s song.

“I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine and a half foot pooooole!”

Abe threw his head back and laughed hysterically, unable to help himself. He’d very quickly gone from feeling insulted to feeling loved, and it was such a drastic turnaround from the teammates he assumed would mock him for not being able to hold a tune. But here Tajima was, singing very badly and leading the crew’s tickle attack against him, and everyone was having a good time being silly together.

Mihashi bounced eagerly on the side for a minute before finally deciding he really, really wanted to join in. He knelt next to Tajima, kneading his fingers into Abe’s hips as everyone sang “you’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch,” and he beamed when his friend jerked and laughed even harder, nearly wheezing by now.

Everyone really sang with gusto when the line “you’ve got termites in your smile!” came up, making them all laugh for a bit before continuing with the rest of the tune.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, GUYS!!” Abe begged through his laughter, squirming helplessly on the ground. “I GEHEHEHEHEHET IT, I GET IT!! PLEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Tajima led the boys in the last couple of lines. “You have all the tender sweetness…”

“Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Griiiiiinch!”

Mihashi couldn’t quite bring himself to join along with their teasing singing, but he was more than happy to help tickle their catcher to hysterics. Everyone sang the last line at the top of their lungs – so loud it couldn’t really be called singing anymore – and tickled as hard and fast as they could at the same time. Abe shrieked and thrashed, laughing so hard he went silent, and finally the song was over and everyone let him go.

“Y-You guys…suck…” Abe muttered breathlessly, still grinning widely as he curled up on his side, catching his breath. “That was uncalled for…”

“Well, Mr. Grinch?” Tajima teased, poking his side again, making him giggled out a yelp. “Has your heart grown a few sizes?”

“Shut up,” Abe snapped playfully, blushing. “Whatever. I might feel better, but I still can’t sing.”

“Who cares?” Hanai laughed. “As long as you’ve got the Christmas spirit in you, it doesn’t matter if you can hold a tune.”

“Tell that to the glass windows I break.”

Everyone laughed again – some laughing so hard they toppled onto the ground beside the catcher. Abe, for his part, pushed himself up into a sitting position and took in all of their smiling faces – including Mihashi’s – before finally allowing himself a grin of his own.

Maybe next time they went caroling, he’d feel better about actually singing with them.

[cheri-translates]

desserts - translated comics (m - v)

complete your dining experience on a lovely note with these assorted treats.

artist names beginning with a - j / k-l / w-z

💝 = all / special l  🎐 = gavin l 🌟 = kiro

🦋 = lucien l 🦈 = shaw l 🌹 = victor

mai a / 麦啊

🌟 highschool au

🌟 life with agent savin

🌟 pet names

🌟 two children

🌟 the button

-

mai cha xue zhang / 麦茶学长

💝 when she turns small

💝 crush on a table mate series:

gavin l kiro l lucien l victor

🌟 bubble gum

🌟 dazzling

🦈 date in the rain

-

miaoooooo / 喵哦哦哦哦哦

🎐 sub-menu

-

mi li xuan shi / 米粒玄师

🌹 the little things

-

_minnnk / _minooooa

💝 these three years

💝 crossing into the new year

💝 mature men vs young men

🌹 with you, victor

🌹 a sick victor

🌹 just a normal cocktail party

🌹 traces

🌹 if victor’s a player

-

nan feng jing nian chui / 南风经年吹

🎐 sub-masterlist

-

ni ni cam / 霓霓cam

🎐 new years

🎐 q&a

🎐 checking his backpack

🎐 borrowing the commander

🦋 sorry

🦋 overtime

-

nk

🌟 drawing

🦈 is it true?

🦈 snippets of shaw

🦈 if only we could prolong this moment

🦈 scent of honey peaches

-

norelle-n

🎐 sub-menu

-

notlight111

💝 sub-menu

-

one wan zi gan / one丸子乾

💝 sub-masterlist

-

pockycity

💝 sub-menu

-

ren shi jun / 人士▲菌

🎐 surprise attack

🎐 gav

🎐 always wanted to do this

-

qian li pi li pa la / 千里噼里啪啦

💝 if they were in a boy band

🦈 hug

🦈 how shaw feels

🦈 lollipop

🦈 beat him

🦈 shaw’s hair

🦈 asleep

🦈 second anniversary

-

qian li quan quan / 百里犬犬

💝 the wish tree

🎐 dogvin

🎐 gavin during the city stroll

🎐 gavin’s daily journey

🎐 bai qi

🌟 new spring date

-

qian si jin tian ye xiang jie li xian sheng de ling dai / 浅祀今天也想解李先生的领带

🦋 online class

🦈 indirect kiss

🌹 drawing game

-

qing lai yi wan xiao chao rou / 请来一碗小炒肉

🎐 firecracker stall

🎐 food preferences

-

qiu tian de ai se / 秋天的哀色

💝 adorable pets

🌟 life with a kiro nendoroid series

part one l part two l part three

🌟 memorable s2 kiro scenes

🌟 no regrets

-

ruo an nan / 若安楠

🎐 liar

🎐 jade ring

🎐 little wolf gavin

🎐 hair

🎐 happy birthday

-

shan ye meng long / 山也朦胧

🦈 after a business trip

-

shi tou dan la la / 石头蛋啦啦

🎐 can’t use his evol properly

🎐 after work

🎐 reflex

🎐 surprise

-

shu qiu a / 书秋啊 

💝 sub-masterlist

-

shui huo / 水火

💝 kfc

-

song shu na ge yu ya / 松鼠那个鱼呀

💝 beach

💝 hearts

🎐 graduation

🎐 cool down

🎐 fishing

🎐 together

🎐 smiles

🎐 famiglistimo

🎐 sleepy wolfvin

🎐 greenie should be...

-

su mei bing gan / 酥莓饼干

💝 sub-masterlist 

-

tailless bear

🎐 sub-masterlist

-

tang xu / 唐絮

🎐 competitive game date

🎐 one more line

🎐 life with a pet

🌟 no more

🌹 after a quarrel

🌹 is this one sweet?

🌹 life with victor

-

tao hua zhi he / 桃花纸鹤

💝 halloween

🎐 comfort

🎐 kfc commercial

🎐 first encounter

🎐 protection money

🎐🦈 pretty accurate

🎐🦈 the wrong kid

🎐🦈 the strongest

🎐 surprise

🌟 reading comments

🦈 shaw’s special ability

🦈 shoujo manga protagonist

🦈 misunderstanding

🍒 return to the menu 🍒