#tw deep sea exploration

[liliallowed]

Are leviathans territorial creatures?

Also why does Crimson fight other leviathans?

some are extremely territorial while other traverse around the depths just constantly on the move.

they're many different shapes and sizes to them. some even go as far down as the seafloor, (they look more like centipedes instead of fish)

as for why crimson fights, they're mischievous and crafty. sometimes it's just for them to test their strength and sometimes it's a matter of pride. other times they are on a mission to uncover some buried history.

crimson STEALS food and treasures from the other leviathans and hoards it all in their maze of a nest. maybe snack off the deep dwellers making the corpse of fallen leviathans, or steal GLOWEY SHINY MAGIC ORB thingy they don't really need but just like to collect. it might seem like the depths get more Claustrophobic and smaller as one goes deeper but due to past volcanic activity and vents it actually gets WIDER.

there's an entire world of darkness down there. luckily crimson doesn't need to worry much about death or losing direction (their tail is quite lengthy and it does give them a sense of 'left and right for them to navigate based on their former position.")

there's some really cool buried technological magic gizmos down there. they keep digging for scrap after hearing of a device capable of shrinking leviathans to human size. (oddly specific function. they wonder if the leviathan who owned it bullied the ancient fallen civilization into making him that bracelet.)

(it's a reference/Easter egg to another utau siren fic. if yk yk)

they haven't had much luck with finding relevant stuff but they have uncovered a LOT of weird ancient runes and weirdass symbols they don't understand. whatever technology was behind it, the people who used it are long gone.

they also do actually find bigger leviathans down there... there's ALWAYS a bigger fish. always.

even if they can't die, being eaten alive isn't pleasant. they'd rather not.

[st4rrth0ughts]

Hello!! How are you doing? Is everything okay? How did you sleep? In any case, don’t forget to have a snack if you haven’t already!

I really enjoyed your Argenti fic! I actually have so many more ideas, but I don't want to push myself too much.. But anyway! What did you think of Blade with a fellow immortal reader? Again, ignore if you don't like it!

-🌾anon

im running on 6 hours of sleep and Subway so im fine :33

Bladie with immortal reader who's indulgent in his desires. 🗡️🩸

tw, cw: a little bit of knife play. bladie is a maso, and your all to happy to indulge him (going into uncharted territory)

Blade and you weren't so different, other than the fact you were in the IPC and he was a Stellaron Hunter. But you two could care less about that. Damned be your bosses, your both immortal, what the hell were they going to do? The cosmos were infinite, and there were millions of planets the two of you could run away and settle down in. If you were to describe your bond with the man, its passionate, sweet, everything in between. But even then, new things were always being explored by the two of you, like how the both of you could heal from wounds instantly. Might as well make use of it.

Tracing the knife over the exposed skin of Blade's neck made him shiver, his hips already trying to grind against your thighs as soft sound escape him, his eyes tearing up. You click your tongue disapprovingly, pressing the tip over the side of his neck, breaking just a little bit of skin to draw blood, but not enough to be too painful, as much as he wants that. He whimpers, watching his blood trickle down the knife, the deep red of the liquid making him grind faster, a growing wet spot more and more visible in his pants.

He's bucking himself on your clothed cock, gripping your shoulders tightly, whining as he buries his head in your shoulder, soft pleas of 'wan' you to fuck me' and 'I'll be a good boy, please?'. Its rare to get him to even submit so willingly, to get him to be begging and panting like a little bitch in heat is even rarer. Savouring how his fingers dig into your arms, pretty tear filled eyes closed in pure shame and arousal as he grinds his bare pussy against you, your own self restraint is broken when he lets out the smallest whimper.

The normally cold swordsman is thrashing against the pillow as your tongue is plunging into him, cuffs forcing his legs open as he twitches from overstimulation, sobbing as he squirts on your mouth as your finger his clit roughly, flicking and fiddling the nub as he arches his back and grinds his head back into your mouth, fisting your hair as your tongue grazes the soft spot that made him squirm against the mattress. You trail the knife over his stomach, lightly touching his abs as you press it right above his cunt, eliciting a squeal from your love.

When you finally push your cock into him, he splutters as he rubs a bandaged hand over the bulge in his belly. He's babbling some stupid shit about how you were going to fuck a baby in him and being your cute baby momma. How adorable, he cant even speak properly. He really was mushy in your hands, wasn't he? You start off slow, pumping your cock into him as he grips the sheets, soft moans spilling from his lips as his eyes close in pure delight.

of course, it quickly progresses into you pounding him into the mattress, Blade swore that you were trying to fuck his womb with how roughly your cock his hitting his cervix, making his body spasm and loud shrieks of 's' too big-!' as his pretty red eyes are shut as tears spill from them. Your finger reaches out to pinch his clit, flicking and pulling it roughly as your length impales him, making his back arch violently against the bed, dark hair spreading around the bed, giving the illusion of a sea of darkness, the prettiest void you set your eyes on.

The immortal doesn't know how many times you've wrung a orgasm out of him, you haven't even came yet! he's sobbing stupidly into the pillows, pleas of 'cant- s' too much-!' and 'n-no, cumming! m' cumming, please, don't-!' as he fists your ponytail, trying to get you to stop, he cant even think straight and speak anymore? Perfect! Afterall, your goal was to break him and make him a cute little cocksleeve greedy for your cum! You finally decide to end your lovely swordsman's pleasurable torment, movements slowing as your seed fills his womb, making his eyes roll back as you pull out with a wet sound, cooing in his ear as you finger your cum back into him, making his body weakly squirm. You'd honestly thought he would have been able to handle you better, but oh well, being able to fuck him stupid on a daily basis is awesome too.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ Moonlit Tides

Tw: slightly suggestive themes hinted at the end. Otherwise, SFW. Idk what this is, just an artistic literary piece of a fanfic w/ Neuvi

“The Chief Justice of Fontaine must exercise impartiality, thus he cannot form intimate relationships with the people of Teyvat.”  

… Is what Neuvillette told you, as you sat ashore during a still night. Although his words were directed at your curiosity, it felt more like he was speaking to himself, recalling his duties as a judge. After all, remaining objective and unbiased is the single most crucial concept that sets the Chief Justice apart from the common folk. 

At least, for the 500 years that he’s been the Iudex of Fontaine.

Yet something about the tone of what he said pulled a melancholic string. His eyes remained on the still waters of Liffey Region, the peaceful silence between you and him sublime. Yet you stood there, beside him, and in a completely relaxed manner, you said: 

“...But I’m not from Teyvat.” 

A simple answer, really. However, the silence followed was not so subdued, as Neuvillette turned to stare at you with widened eyes. Of course, you’re not from this world, you hail from beyond the stars; a simple glance at your star-shaped pupils reflects the truth of this statement.

So why was Neuvillette pondering the possibility only now? He knew that about you, that’s why he recruited your aid in Fontaine, that’s why he let you close as a confidant, that’s why he often poured his troubles to you behind closed doors during late nights. You knew the taste of the Hydro Dragon’s tears. 

But the Chief Justice sought more. On paper, his impartiality means nothing when it comes to you - he cannot judge you, and you cannot be placed on the same scales as the people of Teyvat. Thus the Hydro Sovereign took it upon himself to place you on the scales of his heart. 

At first, It began discreetly. Neuvillette would often invite you for late-night walks by the beach. Away from the courthouse’s commotion, the two of you would stroll and chat away past Marcotte station, letting the salty breeze serenade your minds. Even more so often, The Iudex hand would clasp yours to keep you closer. 

“Take a step with me into the water.” - he would later ask one day.

He knew of your resonance with hydro, therefore diving into Fontaine’s sea must be harmless for you. He would extend his plam and wait for you to bask your feet into shore. Although you initially gave him a hesitant look, he beckoned you closer. “Only to relish the water’s coolness. We don’t have to dip any lower past our knees.” - he would reassure. And so you two would often dip your toes in water during the warm nights, letting his gentle grasp lead you further from shore. It became a routine, and surprisingly, not a single drop of rain would pour from Fontaine’s clouds. Instead, the two of you would be greeted with a clear, starry sky; and Neuvillette worshiped the way your gaze shone when you observed the stars above. The endless cosmos paralleled your star-shaped pupils.      

But days standing ashore wasn’t enough for his draconic instincts, which led Neuvillette to invite you underwater. To stand on the open surface didn’t satiate him, any human could eavesdrop on your tête-à-tête by night. Thus, you would often follow him to the depths of Fontaine's seas, surrounded by lush seaweed and blooming Romaritime flowers. He would hold you close in his protective embrace, leading you to the sandbed of the depth where many Lumitoile starfish are scattered. Like the stars in the sky, you would be in awe at them, too. 

Many nights, he would spend with you leisurely exploring the profundity of the seas, talking about the many curiosities one would find in the deep. He would gift you with small chunks of raw pearls, or compel you to enjoy finding seashells. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he would swim with you here. The underwater provided ample privacy… and ample noise reduction. 

Words didn’t need to be spoken anymore. His lips would seek your own, knowing you’d provide relief to the turbulence in his heart. Only you knew the taste of the Hydro Dragon’s tears, after all. Neuvillette’s body and intuition screamed for him to keep courting you, albeit not in the same sense as mortals do. That’s why he invited you to many peaceful walks by the water, that’s why he valued your company when sea gazing or star gazing at night, and that’s why he slowly warmed you up to his numerous gifts and trinkets, consisting of luminescent pearls and ancient seashells. Because his leviathan side was unintentionally pursuing you. 

In the depth of the ocean, where minimal sea light pierced through and no human dared to venture, the hydro dragon sovereign would love you, relishing your muffled whimpers and shivers. His keen sense of smell picks up your scent and savors it until your pheromones and cries are mixed with his heat. Body and soul entangled on the soft seabed, and Neuvillette’s sharp teeth desiring your skin. At least, for these tender moments in the depth of the world, he could forget he was the impartial Chief Justice.

Ultimately, you’re not from Teyvat, and only you were a witness to his biased side - a passionate and delicate dragon, whose sharp eyes always lingered on yours and sought you. Like the ocean tides pulled by the moon's unreachable allure.       

Yes, the title is inspired by Fontaine's OST "Moonlit Tides". As always, any art in my writing is my own artwork. thank you for reading so far.

[idkfitememate]

Furina Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Meka Reader x Furina

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 1.1k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Reader is implied to (technically) be a murderer, Furina gets scared, Reader is also implied to know original Hydro Archon

Imagine Furina exploring the deeper parts of the Opera Epiclese, only to find tunnels between the walls.

These tunnels led to crawl spaces beside vents, they lead to small doorways and openings to different rooms and spaces, some places even she’d never seen before.

After wondering for a while, she came across one more room she’d never seen.

Surrounding her on all sides was broken down and shattered Meka. Meka of all kinds. Dancing, protecting, alarming… and some she couldn’t tell off the bat.

Some that looked like perfect replicas of birds and one that looked like an opera singer. Eel like Meka and others.

It was a room of abandoned Meka.

Old and rusted, decaying and ruined.

As she walked through, every now and then one would scream or twitch, causing her to jump and whimper.

She passed a window and was shocked when she saw she was beneath the surface. Fish swam by the window, and an otter even passed by, knocking on the glass.

What really scared her was when a Meka turned on for a second, music blaring from its mouth before it broke down again.

The only light was from the windows the pointed out into the water around her, giving off an eerie deep blue glow throughout the room.

And then she finally made it to the end of the room.

There sat a thin and spindly Meka. It was tall, dressing in clothes that were a mixture between a circus ringmaster and a jester. Under its top hat wearing head as a face that was halfway between the comedy mask and the tragedy mask. It’s legs ended on needle points, small almost invisible holes on the end.

The most terrifying part, however, was that on its chest was an open window, and the inside was entirely filled with water from the Primordial Sea.

To be clear, its midsection was thin, it was made in a way where it mimicked a starving person, seeing its ‘ribs’ through its skin. On its back you could see its ‘spine’ poking through its clothes.

It was rusted and its once brilliant blue, white and gold clothes were worn and washed out with tears in the fabric. Small chips and cracks riddled its metallic skin, but beyond that, it was in perfect condition.

No missing limbs, no missing clothes - as far as she could see anyway - and over all it just looked a little worn. That’s all.

But as she crept closer, something seemed to flip on inside the odd Meka.

“Gnosis Found. Start Up Sequence Initiated…”

The Primordial Water inside your chest glowed a bright blue as it began to flow through your body.

What the God thought was cracks were actually intricate flowing lines to show the Water flowing through your metal bones. Your mask creaked as the joints in your face warmed back up after years of neglect. The mask spun to the comedy side and pressed down into your head, hiding the tragedy behind it. Your eyes lit up in blue as the water filled your skull.

Your joints moaned as you slowly stood. Furina summoned her sword and pointed towards you, though her hands shook terribly.

As you stood, you easily towered at a height of over ten feet. The smaller could hear the liquid sloshing inside you.

“Startup Sequence Complete. Running Diagnostics… Running All Systems…”

She could now hear mechanical whirling inside you. Then, your head turned a full 360°. Furina yelped and fell the to floor, still clutching her sword.

Then your face did a 360°, the face turning upside down then back. Then it flipped, revealing the tragedy mask, then back to comedy. Your chest did a 360°, your midsection did a 360°, and your arms did a 360° at each joint.

The Water in your chest drained and your chest transformed, metal claps coming out from your back and creating a holding place on your entire midsection. The girl could hear multiple things going on inside, going from flames to something metal.

After a few moments, the cage slipped away back inside you. You raised a hand and watched are your already think fingers somehow became thinner. Then they slipped into your thin hand, and flames burst out causing the girl in front of you to scream. Sharp scissor-like appendages came out and snipped at the air. Finally, a few syringes came out and filled with some kind of glowing substance. Five syringes and five colors. After, your thinned fingers came out before thickening again, not that it made much difference.

You did the same to your other hand, and Furina just watched. While she was scared, at the same time she was slightly intrigued. Though, she kept her sword close to her person.

When you reached your legs, you did practically the same thing with your hands. Thinning, fire, needles- though there were only two - and then back to the needles.

Your body shuddered and small metal sheets pulled away on different parts of your body. Long metal tentacles slithered out. Thin and grey they moved in circles. A few had small claps that opened and closed, and some that suddenly flashed with Electro energy. The metal tubes slid back into your body, but a few more with needles slid out. They filled with the same liquids then slid back in, the metal plates going back into place.

“All Systems Functional. Scanning… Archon Located. Persona Downloading…”

You stood still for a moment and let the Primordial Water flow through you, then stood up straight as you were leaning before.

“Persona Downloaded. One Moment Please…!”

Your eyes lit up brighter.

You jumped, making Furina scooted back.

You did a spin, small wheels sprouting from your feet. Your hat spun off your head. You preformed a few hat tricks, before spinning the hat back onto your head. A cane launched from somewhere on your body and into your hand. You even did a little dance as you wheeled forwards towards the now extremely shocked Furina.

“Hello Mon Archon lumineux, lustré, d'une beauté aveuglante et décoré avec amour! It is I, your Exécution Entièrement Automatisée et Divertissement Meka! At your service!~♡”

Furina stared at you before your hand suddenly disconnected from your wrist, a metal wire connecting the two. It flew to her hand, careful of the sharp points and pulled her up. A soft tune played from your body as you twirled her around before falling to your knees before her.

You pressed your cold, metal lips to her palm, a comedic kissing noise playing out as you lifted your head.

“Happy to be of service once more, Madame la mer étoilée. ~♡”

Furina swore she could hear the crying of a child coming from your Primordial Water Filled Chest.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I had the idea a long time ago for an Execution Meka, and finally finished it! There’s inspo from everywhere in here. A little of Spinel from SU, some Mommy-Long-Legs from PP, a little murder drone (I don’t watch it but know a little), also some Pearl from SU, and a little FNAF in there as well (if I write anymore/if any gets requested you’ll know why!) ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

I don’t know, just thought it’d be interesting, plus I feel like if any Nation had something that was made/born specifically for some type of execution directive, then it’d be Fontaine.

Again, I don’t know why, it just feels right. Also I feel like the laws are almost like the Queens Rules like from TWST, a few that make sense, and many more that are absolutely bullshit, so mixing entertainment and execution seems right up that alley! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

* My luminous, lustrous, blindingly beautiful and lovingly decorated Archon - You to Furina

* Fully Automated and Entertainment Execution Meka - You to Furina

* Madam star-studded sea - You to Furina

(If any of this is off, blame the translator, same goes for all fics I write that have something other than English!)

[macravishedbymactavish]

Comforting Them Headcanons (TF141 + Alex x GN! Reader)

Can these even be considered headcanons when they're unorganized drabbles in a HC design? We're blurring the lines and inventing new things today apparently

TW: Lots of angst, the guys are dealing with a lot emotionally (very closed off about it though), suggestions of some depressive episode symptoms, some mentions of arguing and one injury while cooking.

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Captain John Price

Just a heads up, he's taking this one pretty hard the text from Kate read, a couple days before John would be returning home. Your heart sunk reading the words, mind immediately planning and preparing for when he arrived.

After so many years of marriage, homecomings following deployment went from a grand guesture (ie. Hugging you tight and spinning you softly as he whispered about how much he missed you) to more intimate moments hidden away from wandering eyes.

Maybe that was just the two of you getting older.

Ultimately you decided to play things by ear, follow his lead and love him a little more. Hold him a little tighter. Kiss him a little longer.

The first thing you noticed when he came home was the bags that formed under his eyes, and the pain hidden deep within. Despite the horrors he saw, the moments replaying in his mind, the decisions his soul screamed at him to change...

He still smiled at you, eyes lighting up as he pressed a loving, deep kiss to your lips. Pulling you tight into his chest, a small reminder of why he was fighting so hard to make the world a bit of a better place.

You noticed he was quieter over the next couple of days, wrapping up paperwork and administrative tasks before taking time for just you and him. This wouldn't normally be cause for alarm; he's done this every time since forming the task force. What really concerned you though?

How he holed himself in his office, spending most hours of the day hidden away.

You knew better than to be here. His office, his space. The threshold being the physical divide between head and heart. Work and play. Tactical and tactful.

Yet, there you stand. Watching him lean over his desk, worry lines creasing his forehead, shoulders shaking slightly.

The physical divide between past and present.

"Love..." You started softly, watching his muscles tense up immediately. "I'm coming in" you declared, feet moving a moment after when he didn't protest.

Soft footfalls and heavy breathing filled the room as you made your way over to what was currently the shell of a man. A hand resting softly between his shoulder blades, you felt the muscles tense, shake, release, then repeat. He was holding back.

Pulling in a shaky breath after a few moments of silence, he whispered: "thank you for the concern, darling. But don't stress yourself over me. I'll be fine"

Rubbing soft circles overtop his t-shirt, a silent check in. You're not okay, my sweet love. Are you?

You weren't convinced. Not in the slightest.

Continuing to rub your hand across the expanse of his back, you felt the shakiness return. You could see the storm waging behind his eyes. Hand sliding fully across his shoulder, dipping to wrap around his middle you held him; determined not to let him get lost at sea. Lips pressed against the top of his head as you felt his body shake with silent sobs.

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway" you whispered to him, voice breaking as you pressed a loving kiss to his hair.

Sobs now wracking his shoulders, you sat there silently. Holding tightly onto him as he felt every emotion he needed to, whispering soft details about what haunted him every so often.

Calming down, he moved from your embrace to stand up. Pulling you against his chest properly as he mumbled a soft I love you so much

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

It was supposed to be a beautiful night, exploring his hometown. Wandering the streets, admiring how beautiful everything looked lit up under the street lights.

"This was my favourite resturaunt for so many years" he chuckled, eyes scanning over the menu. Giving you his recommendations at your request as you felt your heart fill. He had been smiling all day, excited to be showing you off to everyone he knows. To show you the people and places that made him who he is today.

The two of you fell into easy conversation throughout your meal. Discussing his favourite memories from eating here, to where he wanted to show you next.

Fingers intertwined, stomachs and hearts full, arms swinging obnoxiously as you walked down the street. Your eyes wide as he pointed out buildings, mentioning which shops used to be there. Or which shops he promised to show you in the morning.

His demeanor shifted entirely about halfway throughout your journey. Something, or somewhere leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

Except, his body language didn't translate that very well. Leaving you confused and concerned as to why he was suddenly closed off and only speaking when you asked questions.

Even then his responses were short and seemingly disinterested.

You debated the entire walk back to his flat on whether you should mention it. The pain feeding on the unknown pushed you to gently ask:

"What's going on?" A few minutes after you two made it inside. He shrugged the question off, assuring you it was nothing as he went to the bedroom to change and likely shower.

One could argue that what you did next was selfish, un-needed. Pure unfiltered emotion that came out before your mind could filter the words.

"Are you sure? Because it doesn't seem like nothing" you intended for the sentence to portray your concern, not for frustration to take over and spark an argument.

He stopped, shoulders tensing before he turned his head. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

"You'll never understand" he started with a sarcastic chuckle. You went to defend your point, admit you won't know unless he let's you in and tells you.

"You'll never fucking understand!" He snapped, turning to face you now. Angry tears streaking down his face as his lip quivered. Pain twisting into his features as he stood in front of you.

Guilty. Angry. Hurt. Helpless

"No, you're right" you were fighting tears of your own now. Partially due to the shock, and pain of his outburst; though you knew he wasn't doing this intentionally. "I'll never know the true extent of your work, Kyle. But fucking hell, give me a chance to help. Or at least try!"

Both of you standing, closed off as you processed your emotions. Chose your next words wisely before letting your high strung emotions make accusations and digs you'd never be able to take back.

Staring ahead, unfocused as tears ran down his face. Breathing heavily as the weight of his mind came crashing down. "Just go" he muttered, causing the reasonable side of you to falter. Being replaced by loving rage as you snapped:

"Tell me every terrible thing you've ever done, and let me love you anyway!" The words were said through light sobs. Your heart ached for him, wishing to ease his mind of the darkness, to erase what broke his kind hearted soul.

"Let me love you" you whispered pathetically, a feeling of relief washing over you when he caught your mouth in a kiss.

A silent sign that he was willing to at least try.

John "Soap" Mactavish

For most people, it was tough to see past the positive, lighthearted exterior. Anything remotely negative being washed away with a smirk and joke. While an acquired taste, everyone had to admit he did boost morale.

You however, saw right through it. Having the privilege and luck of being loved by Johnny for the last 3 years gave you a different view. You had the privilege of seeing the raw and real sides of his soul.

You could tell the difference between when he was volunteering out of duty, or out of recklessness. The natural and artificial light that would shine behind his eyes. When he was truly happy vs when he put up a front to hide the barricades he built over his heart.

Your intuition when it came to his mind was never 100%, the only person (well, thing) that had clear insight to what was going through his mind was the journal he kept close by. You knew it held everything from doodles and drawings, to battle plans he was trying to memorize, all the way to pages he wouldn't show anyone. Filled with memories and screams that kept him awake at night.

Which is why you would willingly break the kneecaps of anyone who came remotely close to trying to sneak a peek.

Right as the team returned, you noticed he wasn't himself. Despite still smiling and taking the piss out of Simon, he was pulling back emotionally. Putting distance between himself and the world.

"You know, at some stage teasing Ghost like that is going to become more dangerous than the actual mission" you joked, holding your arms out to him for a hug when he was close enough.

Happily obliging, he pulled you tight. Rocking your bodies back and forth slightly as his eyes closed. Letting his muscles relax and mind shut off for a second.

He was home.

Walking out from your shower that night, your brows immediately furrowed when you noticed one very alarming detail:

The journal hadn't moved an inch.

As mentioned before, for anyone else this would have been normal. But for Johnny? It was an extension of his being. He'd normally sit for hours the first night after a mission, getting the stress and exhaustion out of his system. Translating everything he couldn't say into marks on a page.

You didn't mention it, but the concern kept growing when 3, 4 then 5 days passed and it still wasn't touched. There was no way he was using it and placing it delicately back into the exact position every time. Especially when he had a habit of tossing it gently to the side, or onto the nightstand the entire time you've known him.

It was at lunch a week after his return when the realization hit you, his sudden aversion to using his one tried and true coping mechanism. His free (well, cheap) therapy as he called it once.

He would have to face whatever happened on this mission every single time he opened the book. A journal filled with too many memories that he isn't willing to give up just yet.

You forgot your lunch and appetite quite quickly after putting things together in your head. Determined to quietly help your boyfriend through whatever he was trying to fight on his own. A fight without any weapons at that.

A new, cheap journal you bought from one of the stores 5 or so minutes from base. With a small note in your handwriting in the front cover:

Tell me every terrible thing you've ever done, and let me love you anyway.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

To anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed anything wrong. Just Ghost being....well, Ghost.

You, however started noticing the small details:

The way he got quieter, becoming more distanced from conversations and others. The way he would hold you, but not pull you as tight as he normally did. Sleeping for longer and longer.

The sleeping in during the day was the major giveaway that he was currently dealing with something below the surface.

Simon couldn't argue that sleeping until your body felt rested, and spending a lazy day in bed (especially with someone you love) wasn't a blessing all in its own. Life's simple pleasures he would whisper on these days, holding you tight as he pressed soft kisses across your face and lips.

Sleeping in hours past your normal almost every day off, however? Barely being able to wake up to your alarms? Red flag.

Despite your concern, and the heartache these episodes would bring; you knew better than to corner the man. Than to try and dissect what he was feeling before he was ready to. He's gotten a lot better at letting you in once he's on the other side of this. Especially in the last few years.

So you waited, you supported him from an arms length. Ensuring he ate, shifting your sleep schedule to spend a few minutes in the morning with him. Holding him a bit tighter at night and during hugs. Passively reminding him of all the things you love about him, about your relationship.

He once told you the small things you did brought him back to the present. Reminded him that there were some good things in his life; even when his mind tried blinding him to this.

When all he could see was the failures, the losses, the obvious signs he missed in the moment.

This episode lasted longer than any before, causing your concern and his guilt to grow. Despite all the assurance from yourself and his friends -- he still beat himself up for closing off so badly. Everyone has their demons, don't need to be reminded of them every time I walk into a room.

He tried opening up a few times, to let you know what burdens he was carrying. None of these alleviated the heaviness on his heart -- if anything they caused his walls to thicken and rise.

It was one night, the two of you getting ready for bed. Rain pouring down against the roof as you slid under the covers.

He softly apologized again, promising that he was trying to open up to anyone. That he had a personal debrief about the last mission with John today. Eyes meeting yours, guilt finding forgiveness. Terror finding patience. Love finding love.

"When you're ready..." You started, shifting closer and cuddling into his side. Fingers intertwining with his over his chest. His heart beating below the skin. "Tell me every terrible thing you've ever done, and let me love you anyway"

Alex Keller

He was laying on the bed, mindlessly scrolling his phone. One arm behind his head as he laid, staring at the screen with half lidded eyes.

"You look bored" you commented, busying yourself with putting clean laundry away. Glancing up when you didn't hear a response, watching him shrug at your comment.

It had been a little over 2 months since he returned from his latest mission; past the catching up phase, not quite in the savour every moment while we have it phase. There was a sense of normalcy for the last week, minus the subtle changes in his behaviour.

You've never seen him lay bored and occupy his thoughts with meaningless activities, at least not to this extent. All week if it wasn't his phone, it was a controller with a game he wasn't totally interested in. He would always write this off with this week just being "a lazy week"

For most people, this is a totally valid point. Lazy days, lazy weeks especially for someone with such a high stress lifestyle should be a godsend. A moment to be cherished.

Except Alex wasn't most people -- he would take a lazy day at most (which would still be filled with something remotely productive). He liked knowing his actions made some form of difference, he loved seeing progress.

So to spend the last week lounging on the couch or bed passing time with nothing to show for it was concerning at the least.

"We could repaint the cupboards later this afternoon, like we've been talking about forever" you offered, moving around the room.

"If you want to, sure. What are you thinking?" He responded half heartedly; causing your eyebrow to raise. Glancing up, watching him scroll for a couple more seconds before meeting your gaze. "What's going on?"

You dropped your eyes to avoid his gaze for a second, contemplating whether or not it was worth mentioning. Maybe you were in fact reading too far into this, and he was taking time to recoup before being sent out again. But it never hurts to ask...right?

"I could be asking you the same thing" You countered, moving to sit on the corner of the bed. Eyes scanning over his features -- feigned confusion glazing over what was really going on.

"If this is about the cupboards, we can do that today if you want. We'll go grab supplies, I'll drive" he shrugged with a light chuckle, phone still in hand.

"It's not about cupboards, or reno projects. You're not yourself lately" you whispered, watching some pain and guilt start to surface.

"It's...." he paused, hand rubbing over the lower half of his face before continuing "it's nothing you need to worry about. You'll be the first to know if there is" he crawled off the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before leaving the room.

It wasn't until later that afternoon that the conversation came back up. He busied himself with cooking supper, while you sat atop the counter keeping him company. Debating the plot points to the movie you two had watched a few nights prior.

In the moment, you convinced yourself you read too far into his recent actions (or lack thereof). The current interaction was natural, normal for the two of you. Laughter filtering through your heated exclamations about how the other person was wrong.

Until a call came through on his phone, you caught a glance of the name before he grabbed the device. Quietly answering the call as he left the room; the concern creeping back into your chest as you picked up making supper.

You were focused in on the task at hand, not hearing him walk into the room a few minutes later.

"That's my job, you know" he teased, hands on your waist as you jumped in surprise. Somehow pressing your forearm into the edge of the hot pan.

Cursing, you jerked your arm back. Nerves screaming as you felt yourself being guided to the sink. Soft repeated apologies being whispered above you as his hands brought your arm under the lukewarm water.

Body relaxing from the initial shock, you listened as the apologies didn't stop. The guilt and pain in his words as he took the blame for the minor accident.

"Hey, hey" you cut in softly, turning to look up at him. "Stop, you don't need to apologize. These things happen, I wasn't paying attention. This is on me"

Despite your words, he was visibly distraught. Looking at you like he just drop kicked your puppy. This wasn't about the burn.

"Talk to me" you whispered, one hand sliding over his back as the other cupped his cheek. "What's going on in that mind of yours?"

Eyes shifting between your face as the floor, he shook his head. Far too much for him to dump onto you...

"You don't want to know. Lots of horrible things, but I'll get through it. I'll figure it out" he promised, pressing a shaky kiss to your hairline. Body shaking with silent sobs at your next words:

"What if I want to know?" Arms sliding fully around him, pulling him tight as you shifted to rest your forehead against his chest.

"Tell me every terrible thing you thing you've ever done, and let me love you anyway" you whispered, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt as he held you tightly against him.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @bowtruckleninja @v1naco

[baylishh]

Domestic- Azriel

TW: implied sex, mentions of a straight razor

Summary: Domestic mornings with Az as he helps you learn a new skill.

Mornings like this have always been your favorite. Cool, sea salt winds pouring through tossed open windows carrying soft tendrils of music in from across the Sidra. The refreshing breeze a staunch difference from the heat of your mate’s body pressed between your thighs. Scenes like this becoming more and more common as the two of you acclimate to your new situation, your bond.

The two of you decided to take it slow, just be with each other until you both felt ready to take the leap and accept the bond on both ends. You’d both taken that leap a couple months ago, and the need to touch each other hasn’t eased in the slightest.

Especially now; your plush thighs dented from where Azriel’s fingertips press into them, holding your legs around him, his hips slotted firmly against yours as he stares down at you in hungry adoration. Hazel eyes lock on to your hand as you reach for the pot of shaving soap beside the sink. His shadows swirl around you softly stroking and petting as you lather up the brush and begin applying the soap to Azriel’s scruffy face.

The Shadowsinger never would have expected to give someone this level of control over him, allowing someone to scrape a sharp razor against his skin even to shave, but your curiosity and wonder filled eyes were too sweet to pass up the opportunity. The first time he shaved in front of you had been a couple days after you finally mated. The burn of his scruff between your legs quickly becoming one of your favorite feelings until he was between them so long he gave you beard burn and you became so sensitive to the feeling of his facial hair you begged him to shave before diving back in.

You’d watched him so closely then, like an excited kitten exploring something new and fascinating. Azriel had given you a look when you’d asked to help, one you knew meant “no, not with this,” but the next time he shaved, you asked again… and again… and again.

Today was the last it took to finally break him.

The brush and pot find their way back to the counter as you look your mate over the sight pulling a giggle from you.

“You look good with a beard, babe,” you grin, wiping a spot of soap from the tip of his nose.

Azriel nips at your finger, narrowly missing it, grinning when you squeal and cradle your finger to your chest.

“Illyrian baby.”

Az squeezes your thighs affectionately, heart warming at the teasing tone.

Picking up the straight razor and gingerly pulling it open you appraise it; the metal is gleaming, well taken care of, the edge of blade giving a whole new meaning to the term “razor sharp.” Nervously, your eyes meet Az’s;

“Can you do the first stroke? I don’t want to hurt you.”

The question is uttered so softly Az would have missed it if he wasn’t nearly chest to chest with you. One of his hands slides up the side of your thigh, goosebumps rising in its wake, gripping your hip in a reassuring squeeze, then taking your hand with the other.

“How about we do it together?”

His fingers are firm around yours, holding the razor with you. The first scrape against his cheek causes you to giggle.

Resisting the urge to smile, Az remains focused on the mirror behind you. Hands still locked he reaches behind you rinsing the blade then bringing it up to do another stroke.

“See? Not so bad, huh? Wanna give it a go?”

You worry your lip between your teeth and nod. Thankfully Az keeps his hand on yours, but loosens his grip, letting you take control. You make the first pass on a small section.

“Little more pressure, bunny,” he coos, “you won’t hurt me, and if you do? I’ve faced worse than a razor nick.”

His words seem to snap the nervous tension in your body. Taking a deep breath you make a second pass pushing a little harder this time. This pass is cleaner and smoother and you beam at your mate.

“I did it!”

Az chuckles, thumb absentmindedly tracing the stretch marks on your hips. “You did, baby. Good job.”

Shaving the rest of Az’s face gets easier and easier with each pass, the male even closes his eyes at the soothing feeling of your hands at work. The action becomes comfortably repetitive; shave, rinse, repeat, shave, rinse, repeat.

Reaching his jaw and chin has you biting the inside of your cheek.

“I’m not confident enough to do this part,” you speak softly as not to startle your mate in the quiet bathroom (not that you COULD startle Az. His shadows tell him everything).

“That’s okay, bunny. Lemme take over. You just sit there and be my pretty girl,” he grins wolfishly as you fix him with a playful look.

Plucking the razor from your hand, Az finishes shaving in record time. He cleans up a couple spots you missed, cleans up his sideburns, then rinses the razor and sets it aside.

You’re already reaching for his face with a soft towel, laughing as your mate presses his chin into your hands, looking uncharacteristically puppy-like. Gently rubbing at his face Az let’s out a sound akin to a purr, and you pull him closer with your legs, wanting to feel that rumble against your chest.

Az pulls back tossing the towel aside and wrapping you in a hug. It’s almost cheesily domestic, his bare chest presses to your own, the soft rumble in his chest causing you to feel even warmer than his body heat is.

“I want you in here helping me every time I shave, now,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.

The soft skin of his face against your neck has you shivering, the motion causing a feline grin to break across Azriel’s lips.

“Guess we need to test it and make sure it’s nice and soft for you,” he purrs, sliding to his knees and resting your legs over his shoulders, the velvet softness of his wings brushing your calves has goosebumps dotting your skin yet again.

Your lips part, the words choking in your throat as Azriel buries his face between your thighs.

Needless to say, you didn’t do half bad for your first time shaving .

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤 (𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Happy late, late Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mothers out there! Have some time to yourself. :)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Dubcon, Cervix, Yandere Themes, Goggle Translation.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Маленький мир - Little World (Russian)

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°| |°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧} • {𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐢’𝐬} • {𝐗𝐞𝐫𝐱𝐞𝐬}

Pushing off a rock, I hurriedly made my way through the rocky coral. Desperate to leave the red waters of this place. Having been here for far too long for my tastes despite that creatures… adamant argument.

He would block any attempt I would make out of his nest, lowly rumbling at me; scolding me for even to attempting to leave before he would usher me back to his nest. His clawed hands gently but firmly leading me back. His eyes never truly moving away from my form that settles back down in his cave.

It confused me at first. Why would he want to keep me in the grounds of his nest? Were their other predators out there? If there was, I’m sure Spartak eats them for breakfast and I’m sure that he does because I have never seen a creature so… muscular like him; strong and huge even. So I let him lead me back to his nest, getting bored when he leaves to do… whatever he does in the sea. Getting fed up and tired of being stuck in the same place over and over again. What was the reason I was in here anyway?

I honestly don’t remember. I’ve have been here for who knows how long? I’ve been very patient with him as well. Not wanting to… anger such a creature like him with bad manners, but I have a deep feeling that’s what he wants. Not to anger him, but to stay with him. It was obvious on what he was doing. I was no idiot to not notice the early stages of entrapment.

Perhaps, if I attempted to communicate with him he would… change his ways of his acts? It was hopeful thinking with his bulky form looming everywhere every time I glanced at him, but the more I stay put in his nest, the more I get eager to leave when he leaves. The more I just want to claw out from underneath his gaze, his hold. It eventually lead me to spill my thoughts out to him right on a silver platter. Too much built up frustration and emotions settling harshly on my shoulders.

Yet, he has still have yet to coo, growl, snarl, rumble at me through out my frustrations towards him and his confiscating ways. His golden eyes never leaving my own when he rises from the water pool; up and over me. His hand carefully settling on my cheek, it had me fumble my words for a moment.

Perhaps, he did not realize what he was doing was wrong to a base line human? Maybe it was in his culture to have a female hang back and care for the nest while he goes out? Oh, but he should know the deference from his female species and my species, it had to be obvious!

“Маленький мир, if I had known you needed more care, I would have provided you more.” He had spoke after my rant to him. His clawed thumb moving up and down against my cheek. Something I haven’t noticed he was doing until after his words.

“This- this is not just about care Spartak! This is about my freedom!” I argued; whined, placing my hand over his that rested on my cheek. His eyes briefly flicking over to the small action. “I want to explore the waters over your territory. I want to be able to swim with you near the surface of the water. I want to touch the warm sands of the beach. I want to go back to the land.”

His thumb stops running across my cheek then. His golden eyes filling with thoughts; narrowing down at me. I was afraid then I have admitted something I shouldn’t have, but it needed to be said. I wasn’t going to be stuck in his cave forever. It was never the plan to.

“Please, Spartak. I am only human.” I beg up to him. Fighting the urge to look away from his own eyes that give nothing away of what he was thinking. I have spilled now, there is no take backs on what I have said to him.

“…Fine, but some… accommodations will be in set in place, Маленький мир.” He huffed after a while of his eerie silence. His body leaning down to my level. His breath tickling my skin. “I hope we can agree to the terms?”

“If reasonable, yes.” I respond quickly, sudden hope rising in my chest. Not completely aware of his praying eyes and his tongue brushing this teeth.

“Разумно... да.(Reasonable... yes.)” He rumbles, siting still for a moment before he shoots forward, taking me by surprise. My heart jumping at his unexpected suddenness as he lips press up against mine. His teeth nicking at my bottom lip as I gasp. Getting a mouth full of tongue from him.

Putting my hands on his jaw for the support. I groan when his tongue brushes up against his nick on my lip, giving it a little sting. His tongue wrapping around my own before he pulls away, a huff escaping me when he does so. His tongue licking his lips with a slight grin on his face.

“Ты связан со мной.(You're connected to me.)” He rumbles out in a different language I have yet to understand myself. My own tounge licking out my own, wounded lips as he leans forwards again, quietly purring next to my ear. “Нет выхода, маленький мир.(There's no way out, little world.)”

I shake my head, pushing off from another rock. Now was not the time to think about the past, I had a sea creature to evade. I possibly had, maybe a few hours before he notices that I’m gone from his nest. Having left from it right before one of his nightly hunts I have patterned him down on.

“Маленький мир!” I felt the waters and rocks rumble around me, my hands gripping the side of the rock as I breathed more air from my small rebreather more than necessary.

Maybe I had less time than I had thought?

“Я думал, у нас есть соглашение?(I thought we had an agreement?)” I could hear him through the water. His tone very… undeterred, very calm. “Что случилось с нашим соглашением?(What happened to our agreement?)”

“Я сделал что-то не так?(Did I do something wrong?)” I can hear the questioning tone in the language, bubbles coming out of the rebreather as I hurried to at least find a hiding spot from him.“Я тебя обидел?(Have I offended you?)”

“Маленький мир, come out. I know you are there.” It sounded like he had whined, a high pitched ring going through the waters before all seemed quiet again. The swiftness of fish swimming through the water not creating a current. The corals not moving a muscle. Even the water seemed still in this darkened area.

It was too still.

My anxiety to get caught suddenly spikes, my hands desperately working up at the rock above me. Having found a falling cave entrance here just a moment prior to the silence, the stillness. Bubbles taking up my view as my neck and back tingles of being watched. My gut flipping in my stomach.

I gasp when sudden weight is pressed against my back, pinning me to the rocky wall in front of me. Bubbles continuously obstructing my vision as I could feel a hand rank up from the bottom to my neck and through my hair. A rumble pressing up against my back. “Нашел тебя, мой маленький мир.(I found you, my little world.)”

Both of his hand keep me pinned in place from head and waist. His chest pressing up against my back. Rumbling all sorts of vibrations through my body. “Возвращайся в мое гнездо.(Come back to my nest.)”

“Не заставляй меня умолять.(Don't make me beg.)” He grumbled, and It’s like I could hear him in my mind, making me feel all lightheaded that I had thought I was losing my oxygen, and out of panic. I’ve managed to grab ahold of a rock above me, dislodging the cave entrance and slashed it back at Spartak behind me.

His hand claws at my back, tearing at my suit as he rears back in surprise. A hiss coming out of him while I made haste to crawl through the opening of the cave, desperate for multiple things. Desperate to leave the water.

“Маленький мир!” He hisses behind me, my body wiggling through the opening and into the cave with a lucky air pocket inside of it. My body breaching the surface as I scramble for any type of land to take a rest on. My body exhausted from all that panic I have felt in that split moment.

I whine when I swim some more and touch the risen, sandy surface of the cave. That I could stand up on another surface than Spartaks nest. My knees failing me as I splash back down into the thin surface of the water, simply resting there for some sort of comfort; relief. My hand taking off my rebreather from my mouth and tossing it somewhere else in the air pocket.

“Твои действия причиняют мне боль, маленький мир.(Your actions hurt me, little world.)” The creature speaks out loud. The sound of water moving behind me bringing a shiver down my spine. “Тем не менее, я их не понимаю.(However, I don't understand them.)”

“Are you… trying courting me? Showing me your Сила?(Strength?)” He asks, his shadow engulfing my body. “Showing me your confidence and bravery?”

His lips press up against my back, starting at my lower back, just above my cheeks. His hands resting on my cheeks, squeezing them together and thumbing them as his lips slowly trace up my back until he gets to my shoulder blade. His cold, slimy tongue lapping up my wound that he created by his own hands, a low rumbling hum coming out of him. “Такое хрупкое маленькое существо.(Such a fragile little creature.)”

I hiss at him through my teeth, my hands forming into fists. Too exhausted to actually say anything much to this sea monster as my wound stings at his… mouthy actions. My body laying pinned across the sands in this cave as he purrs and a coos at me. His hands sliding gently from my cheeks of my diving suit and down my hip dips. His face nuzzling into the back of my neck “Такой прекрасный маленький мир, ты есть.(Such a beautiful little world, you are.)”

“Всегда полон маленьких секретов.(Always full of little secrets.)” He purrs, his breath fanning against my shoulder. His clawed hand carefully tearing any last piece of suit away from me. Leaving me tired and bare underneath him.

“Spartak.” I whisper his name into the layer of water underneath me, unsure for the reason. Maybe I needed to have something else ground me as well? Maybe I felt like I needed to apologize to him? Maybe… I just said it for it to mean a lot more than it does?

I gasp as this cold slick slides between my folds. Slowly going up and down between them, teasing me. Coating my folds with its slick. A spark of arousal shooting from my stomach to my core.

“Я начну этот процесс.(I'll start this process.)” Spartak hums, rocking his hips slowly. His hand squishing my cheeks together then letting the go and watching them bounce. “Чтобы обеспечить нашу связь.(To ensure our connection.)”

His hands suddenly grip at my thighs and pull me down on him. His cock that was teasing my folds slipping straight through. Brushing up against every single nerve as he sheathed himself to my core. A deep rumble vibrating through his chest as I whine out at the unfamiliar feeling of his cock.

It felt… different, almost silky like. Not so… rough, dry, wet? I couldn’t tell if I should be gripping the sands or not, it was so different than what I have expected this to feel like. Oh, but the girth of him was undeniably pleasurable. How his cock did not leave space inside of my pulsing walls untouched.

He thrusts once and that has me griping at my palms. A barely restrained mewl being said into the water as he thrusts again and again. My body rocking with his thrusts. His chest brushing up against my back again, pressing down on me, keeping me in place.

“Это то, что тебе было нужно?(Is that what you needed?)” Spartak hummed, nuzzling into the back of my shoulder, giving it a kiss. His chest vibrating against my back. “To have claimed you as mine?”

He groans when my walls tighten around him, pulling him in. His teeth gently nibbling at my shoulder as he shifts his angle, gaining a cry of his name. A shock of pleasure running through my body.

“Khorne, Это то, что тебе было нужно.(That’s what you needed.)” He mumbles into my skin, his that same spot again and again. Slowly picking up pace. “Чтобы я претендовал на тебя.(For me to claim you.)”

“To have you as my mate.” His tongue laps over my wound again, do doubt needing more… care to it with all his strong movements inside of me. Mewls and moans escaping my lips. “Такая нуждая мелочь.(Such a needy little thing.)”

He thrust a bit more harsher now. Seemingly desperate to hear my endless cry’s of his name. To have me bounce forward to he could drag me back down into his cock that infinitely touched all the right places. Making me feel like some jellyfish underneath him. My thought process only being enraptured with him and the pleasure he brought me.

“Spartak!” I cry out louder, my walls tightening around his cock. His teeth latching onto my shoulder, breaking the skin as he moans out, pushing himself to the hilt. The tip of his cock pressing up against my cervix, pushing his tip through it as his cock twitches inside of me. My mind going numb at the feeling of his hot cum flooding my insides.

Weirdly, with his cock at my cervix never brought any pain to me like it should have. Instead it brought me unforgettable pleasure to shoot all my nerves out, a chocked cry of his name ripping through my mouth. Pleasure filled tears running down my cheeks and mixing with the water below me. I couldn’t even think except how his cock filled me up to the brim, leaking around his cock and dripping down to the waters below.

Spartak feels how his Маленький мир goes limp underneath him, submitting to him. His teeth still latched onto her shoulder as he purrs at her submission. His hips rocking into her walls that gone slick with his seed. Yet, she still pulls at him and his pulsing cock, still feeding her womb with his seed, his mark.

He rocks his hips forward more, a low growl leaving his throat. His Маленький мир whining and shivering underneath him as he pumps more of his mark in her.

He acknowledges the fact he could turn her with his teeth latched into her shoulder like this, but he doesn’t really feel any concern for it. If she doesn’t turn she’ll still be with him either way; land or water. If she turned out to be a creature like him? All the more better to keep her by his side; in the nest with him. To admire and care for his Маленький мир.

“Такой хороший маленький мир.(Such a good little world.)” He groans, his arms locking himself around her smaller body. His mouth coming off her shoulder as he licks at it, savoring her taste between skin and blood before nuzzling into her neck. Inhaling her scent that shifts on him as he purrs into her ear. “You will forever be mine, Маленький мир.”

His маленький мир only whines and mewls up at him when he starts up again. Making sure this his mark took place wherever she try’s to run.

“Мой, мой, мой.(Mine, mine, mine.)”

[cannedpickledpeaches]

Insert Your Name: Side Story 2

Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

Link to series masterlist!

Notes and TW: Second side story is visiting the merfolk trio at land bootcamp. It isn't really written with any deep meaning, I just wanted to explore the way they might approach having legs. Please enjoy!

Tags: @guava-enjoyer @itszzmoon @twstsandturns @myteacupisempty @rou-luxe @chikitasmol @night-shadowblood-writes2 @haveneulalie @owodi

It’s a strange stroke of luck that the “land bootcamp” happened to be near your home. Owing to your curiosity, you jumped on the opportunity to see what it’s like when the twins asked you to visit. You didn’t have permission to enter the building, so you sat on a bench outside, staring at the entrance. They’d be coming out any moment now for their break.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t for three human-looking boys with canes to exit together. One of them lagged behind so you couldn’t see him very well, but the two in front were familiar. Sure, they were significantly less green and slimy, their fingers didn’t end in claws, and no fins protruded from their body, but you could recognize their faces anywhere.

“Jade, Floyd!” You stood from the bench. Even at a distance, it was obvious that they were tall. “You look so not like fish!”

With an excited whoop, Floyd tossed aside his cane and dashed towards you, only . . . for his legs to buckle on the third step. He fell flat on his face, the cane rolling onto the grass out of his reach. Panic surged in you as you rushed to his side.

“Seven, are you okay?”

He seemed to be in a good mood. Instead of sulking, he rolled onto his back and laughed up at the sky, arms splayed like a sea star.

“Man, I suck at walking!” His infectious grin revealed rows of sharp teeth. It turned out the transformation potion didn’t change everything. “How d’ya get your tail fins to move separately?”

“Tail fins . . . oh, feet?” You glanced at your own. “I don’t really think about it. I guess you should practice more?”

“Floyd has actually been practicing quite diligently.” Jade piped up, approaching with carefully measured steps. Heel, foot flat on the ground, balls of the foot, toes, lift. His heels touched the ground at nearly exact intervals in exactly the same way, as if he was trying to become a human metronome. The cane in his hand looked more like an accessory than a walking aid. You got the feeling he was trying to prove a point. “He bet that he’ll make it to that tree without any walking aids before I do.”

He gestured at a tree a hundred metres away from the school gates. You figured it might be a while before they’d fulfill the conditions of the bet. Jade had mentioned that it took them a week to stand on their own.

“Any progress?”

“I’d like to think things are progressing smoothly.” He finally put some weight on the cane and stepped onto the grass. “For instance, I can even do something like this.”

Slowly, he bent his knees and started to lower himself. One hand gripped his cane, the other reaching for Floyd’s forgotten cane. A bad feeling overtook your gut.

“Hold on, Jade—”

The words were hardly out of your mouth when his knees buckled and he fell backwards, his rear thumping loudly on the grass. You searched his face for any pain. No sign of it. His eyes were only wide in surprise. In the background, Floyd’s cackles filled the air.

“Um. Are you okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” He chuckled sheepishly. “I have never before felt the effects of gravity so acutely.”

“You should stop showing off.” An unfamiliar voice admonished him. You looked up into silvery-blue eyes. The third member of their group used a quad cane, fingers firmly clasped around the handle. He heaved a sigh at the twins on the ground. “Use the equipment properly. Rushing the process is why you keep falling.”

“How can you learn to walk if you have a fear of falling?” Jade quipped, a sharp glint in his otherwise unassuming smile. You had the feeling there was a hidden meaning behind those words directed to the stranger, but you didn’t know enough about him to guess what it was.

“You certainly won’t be learning any faster if you injure yourself.”

“I have to agree with your friend.” You crouched next to him and picked up the forgotten cane. Floyd swatted at the end of it a few times before taking it back. “Take it one step at a time. Literally and metaphorically.”

“I’ll take your advice into consideration.” Jade placed his cane in his lap. He didn’t seem to have any inclination of getting back up. “Come to think of it, this is your first time meeting Azul, isn’t it?”

It took you a moment to remember where you heard the name before. The twins had mentioned him as a new person of interest, someone who worked tirelessly to create and enact contracts that were rigged in his favour. Another unsavoury character, no doubt. But when you looked into his eyes, you decided you didn’t hate the resolve you saw in them.

“Azul Ashengrotto.” He held out a hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

You introduced yourself and shook his hand.

“The twins told me a lot about you.”

It wasn’t hard to tell that Azul was holding in a groan.

“All good things, I hope?”

“Um.” You sifted through your memories. The most outstanding story the twins told you about Azul was something he probably found embarrassing. “Sure.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could even get the words out, Floyd cut him off.

“Hey, why’re you two still standing?”

One second, you were on your feet. The next, you were on your back, staring up at the summer sky peppered with thin, wispy clouds. Floyd’s laughter filled the air on your right, his hand gripping the cane that he used to trip you. Jade’s quiet snickering occupied your left, and Azul’s indignant shouts following a thump on the grass came from above your head. Despite the chaotic nature of the meeting, you felt at ease. That was the start of many summers spent with the four of you, together.

[fanficfunwrite]

Like Rabbits 🔱🩵 (Part 4)

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

TW: Lots of child birth.

Three years had passed since Y/N and Finnick returned to District 4, and their lives had settled into a rhythm of joy and contentment. Their children, Aurora and Atlas, had grown into lively four-year-olds, their days filled with laughter, exploration, and boundless energy. The ocean, with its ever-changing hues and rhythmic waves, remained their playground, a source of endless wonder and adventure.

Y/N, now visibly pregnant with their third child, moved through their cozy seaside home with a grace and ease that belied the weight she carried. The news of their growing family had been met with immense joy, both from their close-knit community and from Finnick and Y/N themselves. Their home was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement as they prepared for the arrival of their newest member.

Aurora and Atlas were fascinated by the prospect of becoming big siblings. They would often lay their heads on Y/N’s belly, talking to the baby and feeling the tiny kicks in response. The twins' innocent excitement and love for their future sibling warmed Finnick and Y/N’s hearts, making the waiting period feel like a cherished time of bonding and preparation.

One sunny afternoon, Finnick and Y/N took the children to their favorite spot on the beach. The golden sand was warm beneath their feet, and the sea sparkled under the bright sun. Aurora and Atlas raced toward the water, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. Y/N and Finnick watched them with smiles, their hands intertwined, content in the beauty of the moment.

“Look at them,” Y/N said, her voice filled with affection. “They’re growing up so fast.”

Finnick nodded, his eyes following the twins as they built elaborate sandcastles. “I know. It seems like just yesterday they were tiny babies.”

Y/N glanced at him, her gaze tender. “And now, we’re about to add another little one to the mix.”

Finnick squeezed her hand, his smile wide. “I can’t wait. I’m excited to see what kind of personality this one will have.”

They spent the afternoon enjoying the beach, playing with the twins and talking about their plans for the future. They discussed names for the baby, shared dreams of their family’s future, and simply reveled in the happiness of being together. The simplicity of the day, the laughter, and the love that surrounded them made every moment precious.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden light over the beach, Finnick and Y/N settled down on a blanket, their children nestled close. Aurora and Atlas were exhausted from their day of play and soon fell asleep in their parents’ arms.

Y/N rested her head on Finnick’s shoulder, feeling a profound sense of peace. “This is what it’s all about,” she whispered. “These moments with our family, the love we share. It makes everything worth it.”

Finnick kissed her forehead gently. “It really does. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

A soft breeze rustled the waves, and the sky transformed into a canvas of deep oranges and purples. Finnick and Y/N sat quietly, their hearts full as they watched the sun disappear over the horizon. The world around them was serene, and their future, though still uncertain in some ways, felt full of promise and hope.

In the following weeks, the arrival of their baby was eagerly anticipated. The community came together to help with preparations, offering support and excitement for the new addition to the family. Y/N and Finnick felt surrounded by love and support, grateful for the new life they were about to welcome and the family they had already built.

When the day finally came, Finnick was by Y/N’s side every step of the way. The birth was a beautiful, emotional experience, marked by the strength and love that had defined their journey. Their new baby, a healthy and happy little girl, was named Isla. The moment Finnick held her for the first time, his heart swelled with pride and love.

Aurora and Atlas were eager to meet their sister, their excitement palpable. They showered Isla with gentle affection, their tiny hands reaching out to hold her. Y/N watched, her heart full as she saw her children bonding with their new sibling.

As the family settled into their new routine, life continued to be a blend of joy and discovery. Finnick and Y/N navigated the challenges of raising three young children with love and patience, their days filled with laughter and learning. Aurora and Atlas adapted to their new roles as older siblings with enthusiasm, while Isla quickly became the cherished center of their world.

The beauty of District 4, the strength of their family, and the love they shared created a life that was both fulfilling and hopeful. Y/N and Finnick’s bond remained as strong as ever, their shared dreams and experiences deepening their connection.

Three years after their return, their life together was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love. They had built a home, a family, and a future from the remnants of their past struggles. And as they looked ahead, they did so with hearts full of gratitude and anticipation for the many adventures yet to come.

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Two years had passed since the arrival of their daughter Isla, and life in District 4 had continued to be a joyful whirlwind. Aurora and Atlas, now six years old, were thriving with their boundless energy and curiosity. Isla, at two, had become a lively and affectionate toddler, her laughter often ringing through their seaside home. Finnick and Y/N were deeply immersed in the routines of family life, their days a blend of work, play, and the constant joy of watching their children grow.

One morning, Y/N awoke feeling unusually tired, her usual burst of energy replaced by a lingering fatigue. She decided to take a trip to the local clinic for a check-up, just to be sure everything was alright. Finnick, ever supportive, insisted on accompanying her, his concern evident as they made their way to the clinic together.

After a thorough examination, the doctor returned with a smile, holding a few sheets of paper in her hands. “Well, Y/N,” she began, her eyes twinkling with excitement, “it looks like you’re in for quite a surprise. You’re expecting triplets.”

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart racing as she processed the news. “Triplets?” she echoed, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Finnick’s jaw dropped slightly, his eyes widening in shock. “Three?” he asked, a stunned expression on his face.

The doctor nodded, her smile broadening. “Yes, three. This will be the first set of triplets in District 4. It’s a rare and wonderful occurrence.”

Y/N and Finnick exchanged looks, their initial shock giving way to a mixture of awe and happiness. The idea of welcoming three more children into their lives was overwhelming but exhilarating.

As they left the clinic, Finnick took Y/N’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I can’t believe it,” he said, his voice filled with amazement. “Three babies. We’re going to need a bigger house.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and joyful. “Yes, we are. And a lot more hands to help. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They spent the rest of the day in a daze, discussing the news and imagining what life would be like with three more little ones. They began to plan for the future, thinking about how they would rearrange their home to accommodate their growing family. The excitement was palpable as they talked about names and prepared for the changes ahead.

Aurora and Atlas were overjoyed when they learned about the triplets. They eagerly talked about the new additions to their family, their enthusiasm contagious. They imagined all the fun they would have with their new siblings and eagerly offered to help in any way they could.

As Y/N’s pregnancy progressed, the community rallied around them, offering support and congratulations. District 4 was abuzz with the news, and the excitement over the first set of triplets in the district was a source of pride and joy for everyone.

Finnick and Y/N embraced the challenge ahead with optimism and love. They knew that raising six children would be demanding, but they were ready to face it together, their bond stronger than ever. The prospect of their growing family filled their hearts with hope and anticipation, and they looked forward to the new chapter of their lives with eager anticipation.

The anticipation of the arrival of the triplets brought a renewed sense of unity and purpose to their lives. Finnick and Y/N continued to build a life filled with love and joy, their family growing in both size and strength. And as they prepared for the arrival of their newest members, they did so with a profound sense of gratitude and excitement, knowing that their journey was only just beginning.

Months later, the arrival of the triplets transformed Finnick and Y/N’s life in District 4 once again. As the due date approached, Y/N’s excitement and anticipation were matched by Finnick’s unwavering support and preparations. Their home was buzzing with activity, as they made final adjustments and ensured everything was ready for the new additions.

On a clear, crisp morning, Y/N went into labor. Finnick was by her side, his presence a constant source of comfort and strength. They made their way to the clinic, their hearts racing with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

The labor was intense but went smoothly, with Finnick holding Y/N’s hand through every contraction, whispering words of encouragement and love. The clinic staff, well-prepared for the unique situation, provided exceptional care.

As the first baby was born, the air was filled with the sound of a tiny cry, followed by a wave of relief and joy. Finnick cut the umbilical cord, his eyes glistening with tears of happiness as he held their first daughter, named Elara. She had a head full of dark hair and a strong, determined cry that filled the room.

Minutes later, the second baby arrived, a boy who they named Orion. His arrival was marked by a quieter cry, his eyes wide open and curious. Finally, the third baby, a girl named Lyra, was born. She was a picture of calm, her small fingers curling around Y/N’s hand as she settled into the world.

Finnick and Y/N’s hearts swelled with love as they held each of their new children. The room was filled with a profound sense of joy and accomplishment. Their family was now complete, with six beautiful children bringing light and laughter into their lives.

Aurora, Atlas and Isla eagerly awaiting their new siblings, arrived at the clinic with their adopted grandparents. They were overjoyed to meet Elara, Orion, and Lyra, their faces lighting up with wonder and excitement. The twins were gentle and curious, eager to help with their new siblings.

As they settled back into their home, the house was filled with the sweet chaos of a large family. Finnick and Y/N adapted to their new routine, managing the needs of their six children with love and patience. Aurora and Atlas proved to be wonderful helpers, their enthusiasm for their new roles as older siblings evident in everything they did.

The community of District 4 rallied around the family, offering support and congratulations. The triplets were a source of pride and joy, celebrated by everyone who had followed their journey. Finnick and Y/N were grateful for the outpouring of love and assistance, which made the transition to life with six children a little easier.

As they looked around their home, filled with the sounds of laughter and the warmth of family, Finnick and Y/N felt a profound sense of fulfillment. Their journey had been one of challenges and triumphs, but the love and happiness they shared with their children made every moment worth it.

Their family, now larger and even more vibrant, was a testament to their enduring love and the strength they found in each other. They embraced the future with hope and excitement, knowing that their lives were richer and more meaningful because of the incredible bond they shared and the wonderful children they had brought into the world.

Um so I got carried away with this 😭

Hope you enjoyed it though.

Thank you for reading 😊

[ymechi]

The Naiad au (Scrapped)

EDIT: 17/11/2023 I have decided to rework this series, so this story won't continue, instead there will be a new one with the same concept.

-slight idv and genshin crossover, the mc is an OC and has female pronouns

-english is not my first language

TW: SAGAU, Cult au, imposter au, mentions of death, drowning

part 1 , This is part 2

authors note: if i am correct this part was 1.5k words;; i was so unmotivated to edit i should try to find a beta/editor, sorry for the writing mistakes

She looked up towards the sky from the ocean floor staring at it for a while. While she managed to survive she had no idea what to do. Going to the surface was probably a very bad idea in case she ran into those villagers again, for now she should explore her surroundings.

To swim in the sea came surprisingly easy for her, she was never an excellent swimmer but the way she moved felt eerily natural. She came to realize she did not need to move her arms. Her legs and perhaps something else (a power she did not understand) did most of the work.

Oxygen was not a problem either, she idly wondered if she had gills somewhere on her body.

She swam in between some kelps and fishes. There was, yellow, green and red big huge vines which she saw in between too. The floor beneath was a vibrant green shade, everything here was so colorful and beautiful. It felt so alive and thriving. She would have thought that the ocean deep beneath was darker, murkier and scarier but she fell in awe the more she saw.

She looked up and saw the sun giving the water above a golden hue, soon the sun would set but she did not feel afraid at the thought of the dark.

The ocean was mostly empty of any dangers. There were so many colorful schools of fishes swimming around, occasionally she would see a big fish that would look like a predator but they would never come to her and harm her. Perhaps she did not look tasty to them?

At the thought of food she did feel slightly hungry but it wasn't anything too urgent, yet it was best to find something to eat now while she could. She looked around and saw some seaweed. She did remember seaweed could be edible and the water here looked clean, there was no harm right?

At most it would perhaps taste gross, she tore off some of the seaweed and hesitantly took a bite. The taste was not unpleasant, it tasted salty and the texture was not slimy like she expected but rather a bit rubbery. She happily took another bite, the best part there was a lot of seaweed so the chances of her running out of it was very low. While eating her impromptu lunch-dinner she did not notice a few fish appearing beside her. When she noticed them she looked at them curiously one of them came near her face and bumped into her mouth.

She was rather confused and she started to laugh. While laughing the fish entered her mouth which caused her to panic, which caused her to choke and then her trying to get the fish out of her mouth. She looked at the troublemaking fish she finally caught in her hand in confusion. 

What was going on?

in her peripheral she saw one of the larger fish approach her, it looked like a salmon but she was not sure. The larger fish approached one of the smaller fishes and opened its mouth, she could see the fish's sharp teeth. The smaller fish then willingly entered the pseudo salmon's mouth much to her shock.

The salmon then began to eat the smaller fish all while looking at her and she could not help but to think of the smaller fish's earlier actions. They wanted her to eat them?

This was all too confusing. Fish are not supposed to behave like this, since when did prey willingly enter a predator's mouth? The fish in her hand wiggled before approaching her face, more specifically her mouth.

Should she try to do it? Maybe just one bite. . .

She held both ends of the fish with her hands, closed her eyes, did a sharp exhale and took a bite.

crunch.

Yikes she forgot about the fish bones but the bones did not hurt at all. The fish's taste was rather tasty and flavorful, much better than the seagrass. Another fish appeared in front of her, a different species than the one she ate and she took the fish and proceeded to eat it too, this one tasted a little bit saltier. Soon different species of smaller fish came up to her and she ate one of each.

After a while she patted her stomach. She really overdid it but in her defense she never had eaten fish like this, they were raw and despite that they were tasty. Hopefully since she was presumably no longer human she would not catch any diseases from eating raw fish. . .

She slowly traced her sharp teeth with her tongue, another discovery about her body. Speaking of her body she really should move around to digest the food. With that in mind she began swimming around with no direction in mind exploring the seafloor and its vibrant ecosystem.

She followed some manta ray looking creatures (she was pretty sure manta rays were not green). She swam along with them doing twists and turns which caused her to laugh. One nudged her on the hand which caused her to start petting the manta ray like one would a dog, the texture was not unpleasant to the touch.

After some more playing around with the manta rays they approached. . . something?

 She looked towards the direction of the place. It was ominous, omitting a weird aura. It was as if she should not approach the place but that only piqued her curiosity even more. If she was sane she would not approach whatever that place was yet she has gone through multiple literal life changing events so she went ahead to the direction of the place.

It certainly did not disappoint.

She gasped as she saw the tall pillars holding down a creature which she could only describe as a blue sea dragon with multiple heads. The structure despite being so impressive looked old yet so sturdy still holding down the monster (or creature?).

She hesitantly approached a pillar that pinned down one head. 

The creature snapped its eyes open.

She made a small squeaking sound and fumbled backwards. The bound creature gave her what she could only assume was an unimpressed yet annoyed glare as they stared down at her.

She shivered yet stood frozen still in his glare unable to move or break eye contact.

"You should not be here."

She gulped and frantically tried to come up with something.

"I-i- i just followed a trail. . ."

"This place is sealed, no mortal or god should be able to come in here."

The creature ignored her previous comment and the annoyed expression he had previously turned into curiosity as he stared down at her like one would do to a dog who made an interesting trick.

"I am- i don't know," she cringed at her own words, "I uhh sort of woke up in here, the ocean, and-and just came upon this place."

The more she spoke the more she wanted to dig herself into a hole and curl in there. The creature before her did not change his expression, continuing to stare at her.

"You were just born?"

Born? That was one way to look at it. She did die but now she is alive, so a sort of rebirth.

"Yes?"

Her answer came more out as a question, she herself was unaware what really happened.

"I see and do you have a name?"

the creature looked at her expectantly as if that would give the creature an answer to a question. For her that question was a curse.

Impostor. Heretic. Stealing the name of the creator.

She sucked in a harsh breath except what filled her lungs was water reminding her of her drowning. Her mind began to go hazy, flashes of the village mob still inside of her mind. She hugged her body tightly. Her real name was a liability in this world. Yet just like her body she can change it as well.

"It's Naiad."

The creature closed their eyes, perhaps thinking or reminiscing. She doubted the creature would know of her name. The name was not of this world.

"I see you were born with a name, not many do."

Naiad looked at him questioningly, not really sure how to answer, she had so many questions other than what he just said. Yet could she ask them? Despite having a powerful aura he was pinned down, as if they were imprisoned, the pillars acting as chains to this prison. If Naiad did end up offending them perhaps she could make a run- swim for it.

"Uhm. . . What do I call you?" She asked with a meek voice.

He looked down at her and she stared back. Naiad felt like time  passed slower before the creature finally answered.

"I am Osial."

[synintheraven]

✵pairing: sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

✵summary: the journey to Tamworth/Mercia begins, Sihtric and reader explore the land as he becomes slightly more approachable.

✵tw: mentions of violence/kills, nothing really :p

✵word count: 1,3k

characters info | part one | part two

We left at first light, riding slowly as we followed the river and the sun emerged from the sea. The green, muddy waters of East Anglia glimmered with the weak light of the morning and the wind brushed the reeds growing in our way, promising a bright day.

But we were soon to leave East Anglia and cross into Mercian territory. Where the small islands covered by the changing tide would be replaced by lush hills and large farm lands; for Grantebridge’s territory was vast and covered by orange-coloured trees, with a handful of churches and poorly fortified villages scattered throughout its higher ground.

—Right there, where the hills are greener, that’s Mercia. —He explained, riding by my side as he pointed his finger towards the Monastery’s tower, hiding behind trees in the far distance. —And we’re to cross it to its northern border, to the Ragnarsson’s camp in Tamworth.

I sensed Sihtric’s mood was different that autumnal morning. Seeing as the fresh wind blew on his face and swept the fur cape over his shoulders, making sure to keep pace with my horse as he stayed close to me. —Have you been there before? —I asked.

—We sailed to Mercia when we heard Danes were attacking King Burgred’s fortress, but we didn’t stay long enough to participate in their war. —He explained with a frown, probably remembering that journey.

—Why not? —I said as his eyes searched for mine, puzzled. —You could’ve taken a lot of plunder from a Mercian King.

—It wasn’t our fight. —He took a deep breath then let out a sigh. —We came here to escape Harald’s ambition and Halfdan’s pointless appetite for war, not to terrorize Saxon kings.

—What are you fighting for then, Dane? —I emphasised the word Dane, aware of how unlikely it was for a Dane to follow Norse lords blindly.

Sihtric took a few moments to answer, watching the heron birds resting along the river’s edge and the smoke filling the sky over the nearby villages, his hands holding the reins tightly as the sun reflected on his silver rings. —I’m fighting for Yggr, and for a spot of land where we can make our own lives. —He said with a hint of doubt in his calming voice, thoughtful.

—So, are you really going to follow Yggr as your Jarl forevermore? Or are you to set sail to unclaimed lands and become a Lord yourself?

—I will follow him, —He paused to look at me again, ever proud of his own words. —but should the Nornir decide I am to be a Lord, then so it will be. 

We had reached a crumbling round tower, surrounded by dried trees and yellow grass. Yet it wasn’t the work of Roman giants, its muddy bricks suggesting the damp weather and time had destroyed the structure way before the Romans arrived.

The fog seemed to have lifted from our position, revealing distant cottages and the small church among reeds that sat on Mercian land. It was a reminder that we had quite a long way to go still, but in two days’ time we would reach Tamworth and join the brothers.

Our mission was to gain their trust and discover their plans for Britain, as we hoped to ensure they would leave East Anglia at peace for Yggr’s small clan; though as long as Wessex riches remained clear of Danes, the Great Army would stay away from our camp.

I watched the old stone bridge crossing the river, the ravens circling above the remains of a burnt farm. Complete disaster taking over the land all the way to the west, to Alfred’s Kingdom. Imagining the green hills, ancient roman walls and clean docks, without a single Danish longship navigating its waters.   

And so I let out a sigh, aware that we would be forced to march against Wessex if we were to convince the sons of Ragnar of our shared ambition.

—What’s on your mind, Stavanger? —Sihtric interrupted, suddenly catching my attention as we crossed the river.

—Wessex. —I lied, still hoping to find the man who killed my family, feeling as if a hole carved itself through my chest as we spoke. —I heard its churches are full of gold and silver, yet no Dane has ever made it close enough to prove it.

—He’s the King, —he added with a smirk, looking away for a moment. —and he’s managed to keep our kin out of his land. You can’t do that without silver, and certainly can’t raise an army with nothing but empty words about Gods. —The tone in his voice had turned deeper as he explained, sensing the worry in his words.

—Have you killed many Saxons?

—Some, —he paused, probably feeling the unease in my voice as well. —but only when it was necessary.

It was the way of our people: to kill for food, shelter, livelihood and our families. But the Saxons saw a group of evil creatures killing anything and everything standing before them, ignoring that some of us weren’t after a hard, wooden throne.

Some of us were fleeing a mad king and others, like me, were only seeking the end of an old story, knowing no other feeling than that of resentment and vengeance.

We had reached a thin muddy road, following the way of the hill in between bushes and dried grass.

The land around us was deserted, with no more than a bunch of trees leading towards Theotford and a few foxes wandering around the yellowish hill. At the highest point, half covered by the fog, lay a marvellous stone structure. But, no longer beside the river, the view from higher ground revealed a long abandoned ruin, another one of the Roman’s great work.

Torn walls, broken columns and muddy tiles with curious patterns; a place once full with life, but now was home to old vases, smudged paintings on the walls and sculptures of Goddesses.

Yet despite the weather’s destruction, the place remained of magnificent beauty and calm, so we allowed the horses to rest as we explored the area.

It surprised me to realize no one had turned such a place into their home, seeing as the curved roof, made of bricks and stone, still protected one of the buildings against the weather.

—I’ve been here before. —Sihtric added as his eyes were fixated on one of the marble sculptures, running his fingers over the cold skin of its stone legs. —Yggr wanted to turn this place into our camp, but the river is quite far from here and we didn’t want to leave some of our crew behind to guard the ship.

—I’m sure you men would’ve enjoyed all these naked women painted on the walls, though many would’ve been easily distracted by them also. —I teased with a smile, making it obvious that I was talking about him too.

—I prefer women of flesh over these stone ladies. —He explained awkwardly, unable to hide his smile while he looked at me. —Yggr couldn’t keep his hands off one of the tall angels near the entrance, said he regretted it wasn’t a real woman. —he raised an eyebrow as he beckoned towards the tall arch, which I guessed was the entrance of the Roman ruin.

—Angels? —I asked intrigued, though in truth I was trying not to let out a laugh, his curved lips giving away that our Jarl probably wasn’t the only one touching the poor statue.

—They have wings like birds and the Christians think they’re holy creatures, apparently. —He explained dismissively.

—So you and Yggr desecrated their divine creature, then.

—No, I didn’t! —He chuckled with a fake frown, taking distance from the statue before us. —I accidentally broke one of its fingers, but Yggr did the inappropriate touching.

—I hope you remain very appropriate with me, then. —I teased jokingly, watching as his broad smile turned into a smirk and his face turned red.

Bonus facts (again)

Grantebridge/scire: modern Cambridge, both Sihtric and reader have to ride through most of the shire to cross into Oxenefordscire (modern Oxford) and later into Ledecestrescire (modern Leicester), where Tamworth is.

[animeyanderelover]

Tags: @flaming-vulpix because you wanted to be tagged in case I write anything about Free, right? This is the first part, I'll write the second part as soon as possible.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, stalking, clinginess, obsession, possessive behavior, manipulation, guilt-tripping, murder, abduction

A twisted fairytale: The little merman

"Mommy, mommy! Tell me a story please!"

"Sure, sweetheart. What story do you want to hear tonight?"

"The story of the little mermaid!"

"Again? I thought you were upset about the ending because the princess never found her true love and turned to foam instead? Say, would you be interested in another story instead, one similar to the one of the little mermaid?"

"Which one?"

"Ever heard of the tale of the little merman?"

"No. Does the little merman also get turned into foam even though he saved his love?"

"Now, now my dear. Don't sound so sad. This story is quite a bit different from the one of the mermaid. It tells the story of a young and beautiful merman finding love and ultimately giving in to his dark desires. It's quite a twisted story, perhaps I should tell it to you once you're older."

"Nooo! No, please, I want to know!"

"I thought you'd say that. Alright then. Come here. Once upon a time, deep in the blue sea, there lived a little merman. He was beautiful, with amber eyes, dark teal hair and a fin glittering in gorgeous colours of green and blue. But even if he was blessed with all this beauty, the little merman was also very lonely..."

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His parents had left him as soon as he had been old enough to fight and hunt for himself, after he'd learned all he needed to know. Him and his brother Natsuya still stayed in contact but even he was not very present in Ikuya's life, exploring the oceans around the world. Ikuya hadn't come with him, sceptical and cynical, largely confused by his brother's adventurous streak. The appeal of seeing new things had never quite resonated with him as he preferred the comfortable and familiar surroundings of the coral reef he'd been born into. So, even with a slightly heavy heart, he had said goodbye to his older brother, watching how his fin in the dull colours of green, orange and brown had disappeared in the darkness of the sea. Years of solitude with no one besides the creatures of the sea and the abyssal channel of the sea wizard in the deepest part of the ocean where the light didn't reach the water anymore. Ikuya had done his best to stay away from him though as his parents and his brother had warned him about the twisted man who enjoyed inflicting sorrow and despair on others, even humans which did not belong to their world.

Humans.

Ikuya had never met those beings before, had only heard tales of them from his parents. People not so different from their own kind, only that they had two legs instead of a colourful fin and lived on the solid ground. He'd been mind-blown when he had been told that they couldn't live under water because they would drown otherwise after a while. Apparently they weren't able to breathe under water differently from the mermaids and merman. At that part, Ikuya remembered having almost sympathized with humans as he had experienced the same one time in his life. When he had been small and had swam too close to a beach out of curiosity to hopefully see a human, a particularly strong wave had pushed him out of the water. He could still remember the warm sand clinging to his wet body, the unforgiving sun stinging his exposed and pale skin, the panic as he hadn't been able to move on the solid ground and the tight and contracting feeling in his chest as he had gasped, an aching emptiness inside his lungs. Natsuya had saved him just in time but since then Ikuya had strayed away from leaving the deeper parts of his home.

Curiosity had over time turned into cynical distrust as he had heard from other traveling sea folk about how humans hunted their kind, trapped them in nets, hurt them with spears and tore them away from the water, either letting them die or selling them for money, something quite valuable for their kind and something worth killing for, apparently. Ikuya knew better now, stayed away from beaches and watched the weirdly-shaped forms in which humans apparently traveled across the ocean, hid as soon as they threw their nets in to catch fish, a shared food between his and their kind. The smallest part of him harbored still his child-like curiosity to at least catch a glimpse of a human but his logical, his cynical side knew better.

Until this one terrible storm. Until he could see the surface of the water curling and rippling with movement as the wind picked up and heavy rain started to fall, becoming part of the large body of water. The usually gorgeous bluish-green water turned dark as the sun hid behind mountains of dark storm clouds. He could only imagine how chaotic and loud it must have been up there but under water everything was peaceful and quiet, put his heart at ease. He strongly flapped with his fin as he hurried back to his own cave, deciding to wait until the storm would stop. A dark shadow on the surface stopped him mid-way though and his amber eyes widened when he realized that it was a boat of a human, still out in the water in this weather, far away from the next coast. He watched with an anxious heart as the little form swayed heavily across the strong and feral waves until the inevitable happened. The tiny boat flipped over, swallowed by a large wave.

A white material, the sail as far as Ikuya recalled, floated inside the water, almost reminding him of a very large jellyfish. It still moved, indicating the movements of the water now instead of the movements of the wind, it's actual purpose on boats. It was weirdly fascinating to see the stuff fluttering back and forth but rapid movement besides it quickly became the main focus of Ikuya's attention as he felt his heart stop inside his chest.

A human. A real human.

Their movements were disgraceful and clumsy, their two legs trashing around and their arms flailing around helplessly as they tried to push themselves over the surface. As far as he could tell with his enhanced sight, every time they did, the next wave washed over them and brutally pushed them down again. Their limbs trashed around more and more urgently as he could clearly see panic riddling their thoughts and brain as they thought for their life. His amber eyes were transfixed on their struggling form as he felt a heavy knot inside his chest. The way their limbs hit the water around them, the way their body turned desperately had him recall the day he had stranded onto the beach, threatening to drown and then dry out under the unforgiving sun. His fin moved slightly up as if unconsciously wanting to help but Ikuya stopped quickly, hesitant. All the stories he'd heard spinning around in his mind. What if you'd attack him?

The surface rippled with movement as another wave shot across it, heavier and larger than all the other ones. Your whole body did a summersault as it's weight crashed over you, your head smashing against the mast of your little boat. Just like that, all of your movement suddenly stopped as your body stilled and slowly sank down, your clothes fanning out around you. He saw the swirls of red before he smelled the blood. Raw panic ran in his brain as his heart was racing against his chest, the strong emotion nearly overwhelming him. Instinct took over and before he could remind himself better, he bolted through the water.

Your eyes were closed and your mouth wide open, inhaling the water that was so deadly for your kind yet needed for his own. Arms quickly wrapped themselves around your waist as he swam up, breaking through the surface of his own world. The cold and harsh wind immediately whipped him across his exposed body and smacked his wet hair across his face, the seemingly never-ending rain rebounding from his skin. He could hear the roaring of the sky, thunder as humans called it, his body flinching whenever the loud noise ripped through the air, ringing painfully in his sensitive ears.

Ikuya felt terrified, his body beginning to shake as he was overwhelmed from everything going on outside of the water. Storms were scary, he'd expected it but witnessing one in person was so much more worse than the stories he'd heard from others. If it wouldn't have been for the warmth of your own body against his own, Ikuya was sure he'd have been completely lost to his fear. When he felt a small jolt going through your body though, it was like he was reminded that he had someone to look after, something that forced him to swallow down all of his anxieties and uncertainties. His eyes scanned your face, wet strands clinging onto it as your mouth was half-open and he could hear how you were attempting to breathe troubled.

Why? You were outside the water, you should be able to breathe normally again. For a short moment he felt the same uncomfortable panic of not knowing what to do again before his ears picked up a gurgling sound coming out of your throat. Realization flew over his face before he swung one arm around your torso, pressing it tightly against your stomach whilst bending you slightly down so that our tummy was pressed tightly against his arm. Ikuya would lie if he would have said he knew what he was doing exactly, only aware that there was water in your lungs stopping you from properly breathing. The pressure against your stomach seemed to help though as you hunched over and coughed up a good amount of water that you'd swallowed earlier before sagging in his arms, the back of your head pressed gently against his chest, your eyes still closed. Goosebumps appeared all over your skin, the cold wind and the cool water robbing your body of it's precious warmth.

Unconsciously Ikuya felt how you snuggled closer to the only resource of warmth you still had, his own body. He froze, not used to such intimacy or any touches at all due to his lonely life style. Yet even if it was awkward, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Having another warm body pressed against his own, feeling your own heartbeat against his chest which reassured him that he'd done so far everything right. Amber eyes took a closer inspection over your face, scrutinizing every little feature. You looked innocent cuddled up into him, too innocent for him to align you with any of the brutal stories he'd heard about humans.

He was mesmerized for a while, staring at the first human he'd ever seen in his life. Only when another thunder echoed through the dark sky, searing in his ears, was he pulled out of his trance and reminded that he had to bring you to the coast. Ikuya was careful as he leaned slightly back, his back dipping back into the water. Your head was placed on his chest, above the water so that you could still breathe. He found some slight troubles with your legs as they swayed beneath the water, getting in the way with his fin which slowed him a bit down but eventually he entered the shallow water, feeling the ground whenever he flapped his fin until he felt the sand underneath his back. He knew that he still wasn't close enough but also knew that he couldn't swim properly anymore in such shallow water. Instead he flipped carefully around, holding you with one arm close to his chest whilst using the other one to crawl the last bit.

Little pieces of sand and shells were scratching against his skin, his fin a sudden weight that he wasn't used to and the crawl an exhausting exercise yet his grip on you never wavered, an unknown determination to save you. He only stopped when the waves merely swept meekly across the beach, barely enough to cover him. He wouldn't crawl any further than this, he was too afraid to leave the water completely but hopefully this should be enough. He was slightly panting by now, taking in the same oxygen as you did. It was doable for him for anow but before it could get to the point where he would feel the same tight feeling in his chest, he'd rather leave. He should have left.

But somehow he couldn't.

Ikuya was mesmerized. Mesmerized by the human he'd just saved, breathing quietly and gently beneath him, looking so docile and pure. One of his hands touched locks of your wet hair tentatively, rubbing the strands of hair in between his fingers. He sensed the warmth of your skin, felt it brush against his human upper body when he leaned closer to you. He felt a weird sensation bubbling up inside his chest, his heart still pounding against his chest. But not in the same fearful manner it had done earlier though, each heartbeat pumping a warm and fussy sensation through his body as he gazed down at you, overwhelmed in a new way.

He didn't know how long exactly he spent like this, leaning over you and just staring at you, only noting absent-minded that at one point the rain stopped and rays of sunshine broke through the clouds, gracing the earth after the storm. It shone upon you, caressing your face gently and making your eyes flutter ever so weakly, your body stirring sluggishly beneath him. Only then did Ikuya snap out of his trance and quietly yet quickly made his way back into the waves. He felt a tightness in his chest as he did so, not wanting to leave you yet there was also a weight inside his heart that he couldn't quite put his fingers around. A fear to be seen by you yet not because of anxiety to be attacked and killed. No, it was something else but he didn't know what.

The water embraced his being, welcoming him back as he crawled back into his home, his fin losing all it's previous weight as it started gliding through the water, propelling him forward. In the corner of his eyes he saw your body sitting up slowly as if still not quite there with your mind. The moment your gaze landed on the water, spotting his teal-coloured fin, you stood abruptly up, nearly losing your balance in the process as if dizzy. There it was again. The same fear, only much more intense as you had seen him. He found himself halting, peaking his head out of the water slightly to observe your reaction. You stood there on the beach, probably too far away to see his head poking out of the water but searching for traces of him anyways. He found himself dreading your reaction.

Your hands closed in on your mouth and he saw your chest expanding as you took in a deep breath.

"Thank you!! Thank you so much!!"

Your voice echoed across the ocean and the coast, wavering with excitement and sheer gratitude to still be alive, to have been saved by him. Something hot exploded inside his chest, flodding his veins with the same sensation as it seemed like all negative feelings, his loneliness and fear, melted away in an instant. His fin flapped around excitedly, his body showing physical reactions when hearing those words no one had spoken to him in years, much less a human who'd never met him before. Ikuya continued hiding though, only leaving when you made your way back to the mainland. Even as he swam in the cold water though, the heat blooming across his skin didn't cool down.

~~~

Dread that he'd never see you again soon turned into giddy relief when he one day saw you in the distance on the beach again with a new boat, setting out into the sea. You apparently were a fisher as he soon found out as he followed your boat from underwater, watching as you threw in the net. Eagerness to help you filled him every time he saw you and so he shooed schools of fish close to you, willing to share his food resource with you. Even on days where you weren't on your boat, he could often see you on the beach, although he always kept his safe distance. Sometimes you were drawing, other times you just took a long stroll across the beach, the waves splashing around your feet. You must have lived close to the ocean, as Ikuya started assuming after a while.

He often wondered if you had always spend so much time on the beach and at the ocean or if all if this had been a result of him saving you. He'd never paid close attention to humans before so he had no way of telling but the thought of you doing all of this because of a hope to see him again made his heart speed up a bit.

Even though he could see you as often as he did though, the dull pain still throbbed deep inside his heart, especially when he was all by himself again. Loneliness he had never minded or had ignored well before stretched long whenever night fell and you would head back to your home, leaving him alone with his thoughts and feelings buzzing loudly through his mind.

He wanted to touch you again, wanted to feel your warm touch on his skin, the warmth spreading through his body until it would reach his heart and fill him with the same blissful sensation he'd experienced back then. He didn't know how that should be possible though, still too skittish to reveal himself to you.

~~~

You let out a groan as you heaved the full net out of the ocean, feeling beads of sweat forming on your face and body as you pulled the full catch out of the blue water. You saw all the fish floundering desperately against the net as they were pulled out of their home. You couldn't recall having ever had such big catches before but recently the ocean seemed to be on your side. From being saved by a mermaid/merman and now always catching such a large catch, enough for you to live from whilst selling whatever you knew you couldn't devour in time, earning you the needed money.

You'd never told anyone about what you'd seen that day out of respect for the creature that had saved your life back then. You knew the tales of sirens who lured ships into their end, about the creatures lurking inside the darkest parts of the ocean, waiting to devour all humans unfortunate enough to cross their territory. At the same time you found it ironic how humans were chasing after them, caught them and killed them to show the dead bodies off like prized trophies or keeping them alive to sell them or show them off only for them die in captivity. You had a strong connection with the ocean, had grown up close to it and had filled up your parent's shoes by also becoming a fisher.

If your parents were still alive, they'd be proud of you right now, you were sure of it as you slowly pulled up the heavy catch. It felt like the net would tear apart at any moment with all the weight as you leaned further back, digging the heels of your feet into the wood as you pulled and pulled, the catch only growing heavier as it left the water. When it got dragged over the rim of the boat though, it suddenly got stuck, leaving you with no choice but to leave over and grab the heavy load with your hands. You felt the cold and wet moving bodies under your palms as you lifted the net up, nearly keeling over in the process as your foot slipped and you almost fell into the ocean only to push yourself abruptly back with the other foot, causing you to stumble back, the net clutche against your chest and soaking your shirt.

To your huge shock you saw something slipping out of the pocket of your shirt though, dropping into the ocean. You dropped all the fish, your hand flying to your pocket only to feel emptiness inside.

"Damn it!" you cursed out loudly since no one was around, storming back to lean as far over the boat as you could, eyes searching the water beneath you. You knew it would be useless though and you doubted that you could just dive in and retrieve your pocket watch which you had inherited from your father. Your hands still dove under the surface as deep as they could, feeling around. You chewed your bottom lip frustrated. That watch was one of the few things you had still left of your father. Losing it here would haunt you forever.

You pulled your arms abruptly out of the water when they brushed against something that was moving, images of sharks flashing in front of your eyes. Your movement might have lured them close as they could have mistaken your arms for prey. You'd surely not lose your arm to a shark, you'd heard not so pleasant stories about other fisher and their encounters with a shark. Your eyes were glued to the water as you took a few cautious steps back when noticing the water rippling, stirring with movement. Something emerged tentatively from underneath, a hand holding something inside it's clenched fist.

As quick as you'd stumbled backwards, you stumbled forward again when they opened their fist to reveal your watch inside their palm, holding it out towards you. It was them again, wasn't it? For a few seconds you were stunned, realizing that it was the mermaid/merman again. Had they been following you? When they stretched their arm out a bit further whilst still trying to keep their head underwater, you snapped out of your shock. You carefully took the watch out of their palm, noticing their hand and fingers twitching when feeling your warm touch grazing their skin. Every movement was slow in order to not scare them, even as you pulled away, your watch clutched in your palm.

Your eyes caught onto the way their fingers stretched out when you pulled away as if wanting to grab you only to stop midway as if remembering that they shouldn't do it. Your eyes could actually make out the outline of them, the dark hair and the shape of their fin swaying gently back and forth. Then your gaze wandered back to their outstretched arm, still there as if not knowing what to do now. Your other hand stretched out towards their own, even if you were unsure what you should do. Very slowly you laid your hand into their open palm, not flinching this time as they grasped onto your hand tightly. Their skin was about as warm as yours was, smooth as opposed to your skin that always turned wrinkly when you were for too long in water.

Your other hand stuffed the watch back into your pocket, although your main focus was on this weirdly intimate interaction with someone from the ocean right now. No one was here, only them and you and you knew in that moment for sure that you'd never let anyone know about them. This was your moment with them, your weird bond with them and you wouldn't let anyone interfere.

Your hand touched upon the necklace you were wearing, consisting of a simple string and of a small dolphin you had carved out of wood. Without even thinking about it much, you pulled it over your head, laying it gently down into their palm as now both of your hands embraced their own.

"Thank you again. Here, please take this." you spoke softly before pulling away, unsure if they had even heard you or understood your language to begin with. You watched as they clenched the little present protectively between their fingers before sinking back into the ocean. You watched with wonder and amazement as their body turned around and a part of their gorgeous fin poked out of the water as if to bid you goodbye before the wonderful creature disappeared deep into the world where they belonged.

Ikuya's heart on the other hand was pounding once again rapidly against his chest, the warmth from your hands spreading across his body until he could even feel the tips of his fin tingling with this warm shudder. He clutched the little thing you'd given him close to his chest, admiring it even if he wasn't entirely sure what it was, although he did recognize that it was in the shape of a dolphin. Had you made this? For him? He blushed with the thought, with a dreamy hope, that you'dmade this specifically for him.

~~~

Despite not being aware that it was a necklace, Ikuya still got the right idea of letting it sway on his neck, even if the changed gravity underwater often threatened to swipe his new treasure away from him. The teal-haired male wore your present all the time, never putting it away even once, the little wooden dolphin an object he cherished more than anything else. His hands often touched it as he gazed down at it with longing eyes whenever night fell over earth and water, distancing him from you.

The pain deep inside his chest had only gotten worse since that day, the ache clawing at his poor heart as he pressed the little dolphin close to his chest, praying to see you the next day again. He dreamt of taking you with him underwater, to show you his home, imagined showing you an actual dolphin whilst envisioning your amazed and happy face. Every time his fantasies were shattered though when he recalled that this would never happen. You wouldn't be able to survive underwater. You'd die.

Both of you were part of different worlds and could never survive in the other's home. He could never truly be with you the way he wished to be. The cruel reality of the situation crushed his heart completely, heart-broken sobs and whimpers escaping his lips whenever he remembered and fled back into the confinement of his own cave. There was so much he wanted to show you but it all would never be possible. Not until one night, one of another slow and agonizing nights, he remembered something.

The sea wizard.

~~~

The sea wizard's cave was located in the deepest part of Ikuya's home and the further he swam down, the more he could feel the temperature drop as darkness engulfed him, the light failing to reach those parts of the sea. Only thanks to his heightened senses and the animals down there with their glowing fluorescent bodies could he see at all. The atmosphere was gloomy, spooky and weirdly lonely yet there was it's own serenity and peacefullness. Ikuya recalled vaguely how his parents had used to tell him how only darkness would be found down here with no sign of live, fitting the grim and malicious creature living down here but he found that to not be true as he traveled further along in search of the cave. Giant spider crabs, emitting a dull orange light, countless little cute flapjack octopuses glowing in multiple colours, excitedly flapping around him as if happy about the rare visitor, sea pigs, sea angels, anglerfish and even multiple schools of fluorescent jellyfish, some twice as big as his entire head. Life was flourishing with animals down here too.

A moray eel caught his eye as it moved it's long body through the body, right at him. It's fangs protruded from it's upper and lower lips, long enough to tear his flesh off if it should bite. Instead it just seemed to observe him, it's body glowing in a light purple colour, before it swam away, stopping every few moments and looking back, finally making Ikuya realize that it wanted him to follow. He did exactly that, following the animal through the deep sea-channel, passing all the scary yet weirdly beautiful animals living down here. Eventually the moray eel stopped, right in front of a cave, partially hidden by fluorescent algae drapped over the entrance like a curtain.

A short moment of hesitation, a lump of fear forming at the back of his throat as he hovered right in front of the same creature he'd heard all the nightmarish legends before. Yet he was his only option. He clutched your gift as if to gather courage before his tail propelled him forward, brushing past the glowing plants and entering the cave. He didn't know why but somehow Ikuya had expected the inside of it to be dark and scary yet even in here was a decent amount of light. Fluorescent corals that had grown on the stone walls were lined next to each other, the way they had grown into place looking everything but natural. They lit the way for Ikuya as he slowly traveeled further into the cave, holding tight onto pendant you'd given him, amber eyes searching for any sign of danger.

The narrow halls of the cave soon gave way to a huge interior with multiple ways, all lit up with the same corals. It looked pleasant, far too pleasant if the sea wizard was anything like he'd heard. Which way was he supposed to head now though? He didn't want to look like an intruder out of fear to be punished by the infamous sea monster. Calling out to him seemed like a ludicrous idea yet it seemed to be the easist and politest option.

"Hello! Is someone here?" His shouts were diffident, still very sceptical about this all, even if it had been his idea in the first place. Moments passed by where he heard and saw nothing yet he didn't dare to shout again, anxiously waiting in the hallway of this cave. Nothing happened and it messed with Ikuya's nerves, the tension of anticipation and fear almost unbearable. Just as he decided to head out of here, assuming that no one was here, his ears picked it up. The sounds of someone moving through the water, propelling their body with strong movements into his direction. His eyes turned to the tunnel on the left side, a grotesque form slowly appearing. A part of him really just wanted to run yet he couldn't. He'd come here on his own free will, had called the sea wizard and running away now might just earn him the wrath of this man he had just disturbed.

He was so much taller than Ikuya, not only by meassurements of his upper body but also his lower body which was covered with multiple light-colored grey-purple tentacles. His skin was so pale that Ikuya could see a couple of veins underneath his skin. He had light blond hair and glowing purple eyes, his pupils a thin slit which gave him a predator-like appearance. When the sea wizard parted his mouth slightly, Ikuya saw sharp teeth, easily as sharp, if not sharper, than the ones of the moray eel earlier.

"You called?"

His voice carried confidence and strength, his body language clearly showcasing his strength, a stark contrast in comparison to Ikuya's stiff and skittish gestures. He swallowed, gazing at the unnatural lower body of the sea wizard. He'd never seen anything besides tails with fin, someone having the lower body of an octopus was new and in his eyes strange and scary-looking, from the way his tentacles twitched in the water to the sheer number of them.

He was rendered speechless in front of the sea wizard, something the man noticed.

"I don't have all day. State your purpose or leave my cave." His cold voice broke Ikuya out of his frightened trance, hands instantly flying up to grab the pendant, something the monster's purple eye noticed with slight interest.

"I-I'm here because I need your help."

He raised a pale eyebrow, mustering the young merman who had entered his home, the first visitor in years.

"Sorry kid but I don't offer my service anymore. I've closed that business down a couple of years ago. Go home."

The creature ignored the way Ikuya's eyes widened in shock, a desperate feeling invading his heart as his only hope was crushed nonchalantly by the wizard who had already turned around. "Wait! Why?" He called after the blond man, daring to swim a bit closer before purple eyes met his in a sharp gaze, warning him to not tresspass any further in. "I have my reasons. Nowadays I spent my time with something far more important. I have no interest anymore in catering to the need of your kind only to be met with accusations and ungratefulness. Solve your problems yourself."

"Wait, please! You're the only one who can help me!"

Perhaps it was the desperation that made the sea wizard turn around one more time, cold eyes mustering the little merman in front of him, amber eyes filled with pleas and despair. He pursed his lips.

"What do you need my help for anyways?"

At this question, Ikuya's breath stuttered. How would someone like the sea wizard react to hearing that he was in love with a human? He could only stare at the sea creature, mouth slightly agape and jaw loosely moving yet no sound came out. The sea wizard lost patience soon and turned around again, finally giving Ikuya the push he needed.

"I-I think I'm in love with a human."

The entire build of the half-octopus stopped, only his tentacles still moving gently around in the water, his head turning over his shoulder, releaving his purple eye which now looked at him with newfound intrigue.

"Hmm. Why don't you tell me a bit more? Afterwards I'll decide if this problem is worth wasting my time for."

~~~

He circled around Ikuya much like a predator around pray as soon as Ikuya had finished his story, purple eye glowing with something Ikuya couldn't decipher, a small grin of intrigue on his face.

"I see. Tragic indeed, two lovers of two different worlds. It makes you nearly lose your mind, doesn't it? Knowing that both of you can never be together because neither of you could survive in the world of the other one. Your heart is probably racing, your mind is filled with thoughts of them and them only and your body craves to be close to them. Am I right?"

Ikuya nodded nervously, his own amber-coloured eyes following every movement of the man out of survival instinct, as if the sea wizard would wrap hia tentacles around his slim form at any moment and brutally squeeze him to death.

"So I assume that you want my help because you need something to be able to live on the land."

Ikuya gave him a shocked look. A portion for him to live on land?

The scary man in front of him snickered when seeing his startled look.

"Oh, I see how it is. You thought that I'd make you something to be able to have them diving underwater with you, didn't you? Well, I'd hate to disappoint you but that would be a bit unfair, wouldn't it?"

"Why?"

"Think about it, they already spend so much time at the ocean, nearly drowned in here once too. You on the other hand have only ever known the safe confinements of your home and never explored the land. It is quite selfish from you to demand from me to prepare a potion to take them with you in the surroundings you feel most comfortable with. Also, are you even sure that they feel the same way about you like you do about them?"

Ikuya's hands tightened into fists, one of his hands again secured around the necklace. The sea wizard had hit a sensitive spot in him and judging from the way his smile only grew larger, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, he knew that too.

"However, I wouldn't want to leave you alone with such strong feelings in your heart-" he began, eyes trailing over his shoulders for a moment, his words giving Ikuya some hope, "but I do have some conditions if I'm giving you my help."

"What conditions?" Ikuya asked cautiously.

"First of all, I'm only going to offer you something so you can live up there. Judging from what you've told me, you never once left this place so I'm not helping you if you're not willing to sacrifice something in order to be with the one you love. Second of all, you're not allowed to let them know that you're a merman, especially not the one who saved them. Third of all, I want your necklace as payment."

He pointed one of his clawed fingers to the necklace on Ikuya. Ikuya's hands flew up to it, hiding the wooden dolphin behind his palms. "Why the necklace?" he asked quietly, unhappy with the thought of parting with something you'd gifted him. "I need to take something in exchange for my help after all, don't I? And looking on how much you cherish this pendant, I think it has the right amount of value. Also, why so sad? You're going to be soon with your human anyways, won't you?"

He gave Ikuya a long look, stretching one of his hands out. Moments of Ikuya hesitating passed by before he gave in, aware that he had no other options. He felt a weird tug in his heart as he pulled the necklace off and handed it over to the sea wizard who observed the little dolphin carved out of wood for a while before turning away, satisfied.

"Now we have a deal." he spoke in a far more content tone, searching for something in the little cavities within the stones where he had stoked up a lot of things, presumably for potions. He picked after a while something out, more algae as Ikuya could tell, although it had a suspicious colour of dark blue to it. He handed him those plants.

"That should do it. Take those and you'll be able to become a human just like your love on land. However, you'll transform back into a merman in a couple of months and depending in which place you'll turn back, you might die. That's a risk you have to be willing to take though. Also, a good advice: Take those once you're close to the surface or otherwise you'll drown down here."

Ikuya stared at the bundle of the dark blue plants before giving the sea wizard a confused look. "Why only a couple of months? Why not give me more?"

"That's all you'll get from me. Remember though. You have only a few months to try to make this human fall in love with you. A true love's kiss is all you'll need to stay forever with them."

"But what if they don't fall in love with me?"

"Then that just means that you two aren't meant to be and that you shouldn't see them ever again. Simple as that."

He could see Ikuya's body going slightly rigid, his sharp words getting to him. Nevertheless, he thanked the sea wizard before quickly heading out, eager and hopeful. Purple eyes watched half-amused after his fast form. How that would turn out?

~~~

The gentle night breeze brushed over his bare and wet skin, goosebumps appearing all over his upper body as he heaved himself out of the water as good as he could. He had left the safety and comfort of his home once again, his tail once again gaining a uncomfortable and straining weight he wasn't used to. One of his hands was clutching the algae close to his chest, saggy and slimy clinging to the skin of his palm. No matter what though, he couldn't afford to lose them. Even if the sea wizard had been far more welcoming than Ikuya had ever anticipated, he didn't want to stretch his kindness. This was still a creature far more powerful than him after all.

With a silent "uff" he used his hands to push his body around, his back now facing the copious amount of sand on the beach. No one was here at this time of the night, not even you. In short, it was the perfect time to take the plants.

"You have only a few months to try to make this human fall in love with you."

"Then that just means that you two aren't meant to be and that you shouldn't see them ever again. Simple as that."

The cold words of the sea wizard lingered in his mind, an invisible weight that clung to his heart. He couldn't fathom the idea of never seeing you again.

But what if...?

He shook his head, eyes closed as he tried to get rid of such thoughts. The sea wizard had to be wrong! Ikuya had felt it on the day that he had saved you, the way his body and his heart had called out to you. And you must have felt something too. His heart dropped when he grabbed emptiness before recalling that he had given up his necklace. Forbidding him to tell you who he was was unfair but Ikuya was too scared to go against what the sea wizard had said. Apparently the man had eyes and ears everywhere. He hadn't been wrong when he had said that Ikuya would be able to spend time with the real you after all. A gift far more vulnerable than the necklace and who knew, maybe you'd make him a new one.

With those thoughts in his head, giving him courage, he stuffed all of the seaweed in his mouth at once, chewing it hastily. His face scrunched up when the bitter taste of it infiltrated his mouth, the texture strangy. He was sure that the sea wizard with his own sharp teeth would be able to chew the plants well but Ikuya's set of teeth was comparable to the one of a human and after a few moments his jaw started to hurt.

He was glad once it all had become a blue paste in his mouth as he swallowed it all at once, the bitter aftertaste almost causing him to gag. He forced the gag reflex down though. Ikuya had missed asking the sea wizard what exactly would happen after his consumption of the seaweed which came biting him back as he sat there, skin prickling with anxious anticipation and worries that maybe he'd been tricked or done something wrong.

Relief almost flodded him when he noticed that his tail started tingling and amber eyes watched half-fascinated and half-terrified when the bluish-green fin started parting in the middle, seemingly torn apart yet he couldn't feel anything besides the pricking numbness in his whole lower body. Teal-coloured flakes slowly faded away, giving way for the same pale skin on his upper body as his tail re-shaped itself into two legs. Ankles, thighs and toes formed themselves out of the flesh of what used to be his beautiful fin and Ikuya tentatively reached out to brush across his new limbs. Even after the transformation was done, he sat in the same position, staring at his legs, moving his toes carefully to slowly get a feel for his new body.

Only after moving and stretching his legs for a while, a feeling so foreign to him, he slowly attempted to stand up on wobbly kness, unfamiliar with the gravity outside of water. His steps were slow and cautious, sand and little sharp shells cutting into the ball of his feet. The first few times he fell down after only a few steps, pushing himself up every time with his hands. At least no one was watching him as he continued the entire night like this, learning how to walk on two feet.

~~~

You had caught enough fish for the entire week with your last catch, leaving you with plenty of spare time if you didn't take small jobs in the nearby town to earn some extra cash. Even if you didn't sail out into the ocean though, you still enjoyed strolling across the long coasts on the island. The sea with it's gentle waves, artistic blue colours and refreshing breeze was always a welcoming sight to your senses. Everything looked so peaceful when you gazed across the water in such moments but you knew best that the ocean, like most of nature, always had two faces. Right now you didn't want to think about that though, you had come here after all to enjoy a free day.

A simple and relaxing day. All you could have wanted. Such temporary peace came quickly to an end when you caught something in the distance, sprawled across the sand. You squinted your eyes, taking in the shape of it until your eyes widened slightly shocked. That thing was a human!

"Holy shit!"

Your slow tempo was abandoned as you ran and jumped across the beach, your shoes sometimes sinking deeper into the sand, it's warmth engulfing you but unfortunately you had no time for this.

He was as naked as a freshborn baby, sand clinging to his skin. You quickly bent down, relieved to note that he was still breathing deep and softly. Was he asleep? Where had he even come from? Your eyes darted across the beach, searching for any signs of a shipwreck only to find it as clean and empty as always. Well, besides this new msyterious guest.

Speaking of him, you felt him stirring inside your arms, bleary amber eyes fluttering open, his eyelids heavy because he'd just woken up. His dark hair fell a bit over his eyes which why he maybe took a moment to see your face but the moment he did, his heart did multiple summersaults. You could feel how his whole body stiffened in your hold and tilted your head curiously yet also slightly worried when you saw how his face started to turn red, from his ears to his cheeks.

"Well, hello there. From where exactly did you come from?"

Part 2

[dukeoftheblackstar]

"Right Here"

Summary: It’s ‘one of those days’ when the things are just too much. Sometimes all you need is an old man and their old man-foolishness. - Depression strikes and you're at the medcenter.

Pairing: Plo Koon x Duchess/Duch (oc/reader), Plo Koon x Reader

Word Count: 4.2 K

Rating/Theme: Angst, comfort, tw-suicide, gaslighting, innuendos, tw-depression, pre-established relations, flirting, slight choking, barely smutty

Notes:

“Right Here”— Second installment of Somewhere Only We Know

The song Plo sings for oc/reader are official lyrics from from @mimimirage / @eloquentmoon's "Planet Pink" [ permission to use granted via discord DM ]

1st pic = art by my very best friend and sister at heart, @amorfista [ please do not repost ]

2nd pic = commissioned art from a local artist [ personally owned / please do not repost ]

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: You/OC/Reader Blue: Internal thoughts Purple: Self-Inserts

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

You do so much day in day out that it has become a wonder if you exist only to appease the fury and bitterness that resides in the damned. A conundrum of a cycle wherein you have no qualms in allowing anyone of your borrowed time and yet it seems to be quite burdensome to rob others of theirs, regardless of how deep you have plunged into the great seas of woe. A quandary that leaves you doubtful if you even deserve to feel such sadness and allow it to consume you when you should be keeping your heart empty to nurse and rid others of the vicissitudes of fate. An enigma that though should have enticed you to unravel and explore, leaves you abandoned not with want, need, or wanton desires, but abandoned as the word itself defined — left alone and all its synonymous narrative; forgotten, maybe.

But it’s not that bad, right? You get to live, meet people, experience things old and new — and besides, someone out there has it far worse than you. You should be grateful. 

And so you become just that; "Grateful” — in every sense of the word.

You stopped ‘complaining’ because someone else has it far worse than you; stopped trying to ‘talk about it’ because you’re afraid to tell them that even after all the unprompted and unsolicited advice, you remain buried six-feet under the vicious weight of thoughts so intrusive you couldn’t bring yourself to cry it out of your system anymore —in hopes that it depletes you enough to fall asleep. 

That you stopped trying to ‘deal with it’ because it has come to the point that trepidation has now been rooted so deep within the confines of your soul, it hinders you to function. To have fear of having to be seen in such a pathetic, weakened state that even the most mundane tasks remain undone. That the mere fact that you haven’t showered or bathed in days because you were so afraid that if you’re not careful enough, you’d slip and die without having to tell someone how much they mean to you. 

That if you perish, as you begin to feel so deserving of such fate, you would leave them with the same conundrum. That, they, too, would have to suffer these intrusive thoughts because no one came; because they, too, were abandoned as the word itself defined — left alone and all its synonymous narrative; forgotten.

So yet again, you sit not with your knees enclosing your chest in an embrace like in the holovids — rather you’ve taken shelter under the dining table because it felt ‘safe’ there knowing that escape is but a kitchen knife away. Yet again you do not stand before the mirror contemplating on smashing it with your head or your fist, because you couldn’t bear the thought of having someone clean up the mess you’ve made. Yet again you do not frantically tap your fingers on the floor in fear that the neighbors might hear and complain and as such, you will all that you could muster to silence even the slightest of whimpers because you know someone would come and would have to sit through your ‘dramatics’.

And so yes, here you are in all the glory of one being ‘grateful’. 

Here you are under the table of your lavish living room with today’s breakfast at midnight, a pile of unwashed dishes, laundry on the ground, and your commlink buzzing incessantly that seems to stab your fingertips with each attempt of a response. So you just read them, the messages — the funny ones, the sad ones, the work-related ones, the ‘are-you-okay?’ ones, and the ones from your beloved friend and confidant who had constantly dropped by and threatened to break the door down, forcing you to reply ‘I’m not home, I’ll message you the soonest’.

But you are, as we have established. 

You pray to gods your people serve, even to ones you don’t and know not of; eyes closed with fingers knotted over your chest so tight that you could feel the in-between dips of your knuckles burrow further as if ready to break if not bruise. Your lips shake begging through a plethora of ‘please don’t’, ‘go away’, and ‘not today, please’, hoping that this does not turn into some heroic stride of having you swept off your feet and be given the ‘much needed’ respite and attention because today is simply not the day — as it was yesterday and the day before, and the day before the day before yesterday. 

You’ve gone this far, do you honestly wish to disappoint those who believe in you? Do you feel it wise to make them feel bad because their words of comfort and support failed? Do you feel they are deserving of your failure because you could not find it within you to handle even the simplest of things?

Exactly. They deserve better than that. And after all, someone out there has it far worse than you.

Right…?

***

“Is it the gown that’s throwing you off? Cause I can’t cut it up and make it look sexy and we can rolepla—”

You couldn’t even finish because he’s stared you down with such oppressive silence all you could think of was apologize for something you don’t even know you’ve done but whatever it is, it must have been as heinous as to exist in the same timeline as him.

“What?”

“...”

You knew exactly what — he no longer wants you around. He no longer wants to deal with your obstinacy and how you constantly pry him from more pressing matters over something so trivial, so dramatic, so unnecessary.

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re gonna be baby about this, Plo.”

“...”

It’s exactly that. He’s supposed to be somewhere; a meeting maybe? A mission? Maybe he’s tired. Tired of you.

“Look. I’m okay. I just… I just have really nosey neighbors, okay? I’m fine. Please.”

“...”

“I’m really, really, really, okay. I promise you.”

“...”

I’m okay, baby. I am. I am now.

“Well?…. Say something.”

“...”

He’s upset, no — he’s angry. He’s… He’s…

And just as you have occasionally been exposed to the oppressive nature of his silence, you turn to him as if matching your assumptious claim of him plagued with seething abhorrence over having to ‘take care of you’ again. Your brows meet in brewing animosity, glaring vehemently at Plo — ironically in contrast to the relaxed creases of your Kel Dor Jedi.

“If you have somewhere to be, just leave. I don’t know why you’re here if you’re just gonna be like that.” You couldn’t pocket an obvious sniffle and so you opted to turn your head away towards the unsuspecting bouquet of flowers of pinks, whites, and yellow chrysanthemums. It did you no better as ragged breath fell past lips that quivered and silver-hazed eyes that threatened to become even more fuddled with tears.

“I get it, okay? They shouldn’t have called even if it was an emergen—.” 

They really shouldn’t have. I’m sorry if they had to call you. I promise I’ll try harder. I’ll be more grateful for what I have. I swear. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.

“But they did.” Came Plo Koon’s abrupt response, devoid of any obviously implied emotion — neither from the tone of his voice or the subtle shift in his masked visage. 

You knew better than to argue. After all, you were no stranger to how ornery he can be, that even his fallen master found him stubborn and difficult — for all the good reasons, that is.

“Sorry.” Was all you could say. 

For having known Plo for centuries, you would have thought that you’d get used to the power he held over you. That even mere words carry so much weight that he could say ‘love’ and wound you so deep to this very day, that him mirroring your candor with so much nectarous affection in the form of endearments ‘little love’ or ‘my darling’ disillusions you from the illusion itself. 

That just by the mere sound of his voice, that unspoken timbre reserved only for your ears and your ears alone, would have you whisked into the grandeur of a fool’s paradise. A quixotic ideal where war can go fuck itself just as Plo can go fuck himself too, but through means of using every inch of your existence leaving nothing to waste. That just by the mere serendipitous touch of his talon-clad fingers paired with his poorly crafted apology for inadvertently wrapping around your neck so deliciously tight, he could easily bring to your knees to do no more than worship him as you would a god to atone for the sins of subjecting those around you in yet another depressive episode.

It gave you a sense of grounding at the very least; a laughable means of coping you’ve developed over time. One that would put his mind at ease to know that in spite of the decline of mirth within your soul, you still had some reserve to keep yourself from the point of no return — even if it meant you were doing it for others, not so much yourself. 

You turn to face the still-standing Kel Dor whose hands remained tucked behind. Expressionless was better than him pacing frantically and mouthing off a full-on lecture. Though part of you expected to use this to his advantage; to go over how your last visit went and the lingering feeling of having professed indirectly required confrontation — then again, it wasn’t exactly the first time the two of you indulged in a very elusive discourse about matters of the heart. But at least you got to say it again, right? I mean not hearing it back is nothing new.

You hear him sigh, whether it was relief or frustration it hardly mattered. He was gonna chew you off you and you knew it. He’s probably at his wit’s end having to come to your rescue for what, the third time now in a month? You’ve already quit bounty hunting because Plo pulled the ‘I would rather you indulge my father in managing the hatchery in Dorin’ card. I mean who wouldn’t? You get to spend time with Dorin’s most charming Kel Dor, who has been quite-like a father to you with little knowledge that he’s about to become your father-in-law if Plo would just stop being a Jedi Master for a hot minute. That, and the fact that you get to help Dorin rebuild their population through the hatchery — not your more preferred method of helping since you’re pretty set on the fact that Plo is quite virile. 

Even wishful thinking of him has deterred you from your further decline even for the fleeting moment of his visit. As for how long it’ll last, the daunting possibility of how grave the next ‘episode’ would be, looms about.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than an inquiry. You knew he was upset just from the fact that he hadn't approached you yet or had spoken much. Not many knew how chatty Plo Koon can be or how mischievous or playful he truly is behind the ever well-behaved aristocratic demeanor. You lowered your as your teeth sank to the bottom of your lip apologetically as you continued. “I understand if you are. I’d be mad at me too.”

“Good. Then we can move forward.” Plo Koon replies, true to his no-attachment Jedi teachings that infuriated you more than anything. And he knew; he knew how to drive you so far up the wall, you sometimes wish he just would — drive you up the wall and impale you on some 13-inch goodness of Kel Dor dic— “Oof!” 

“Plo, what the fu—.!”

Plo Koon had very uncharacteristically whacked you with a miniature version of himself in the form of a plushie. Yes, your beloved three-hundred and eighty-four year-old Kel Dor childhood friend who makes you feel things that the Order would frown upon, has brought you the greatest gift that he could and could not give — himself.

“Oh, you are clever. Clever, clever, clever.” 

And just like that, he had completely flipped your mood in ways you had not anticipated. The ever-wise, patient, kind, and doting Jedi Master had struck again. He didn’t need to say anything to convey his unwavering presence in your life and how he’d continue to be there in ways you’d need him; be it an amicable  sense of support and an ear to ramble onto or the carnal sense of allowing you to peruse his entire existence in smutty stories in your head as long as they’d keep you occupied to leave no room for thoughts that he believed shouldn’t be there. He knew — knew you like the back of his own hand. 

“Though I must say I did not have the heart to have that made anatomically correct.”

With a dramatic and proud pause, Plo makes his way to sit beside you, pushing you quite forcefully to give him room on the bed. Leaning to rest his back against the same pile of fluffed pillows as his arm wandered around your waist, he made himself further comfortable by crossing his boots beside yours at the edge. A subtle clear of the throat had you leaning your temple onto his shoulder, chuckling amused as he continued his seemingly required narrative.

“I’m sure you’re quite aware of how it would be highly inappropriate to make it so.”

He made a gesture to measure the length of the Plo-plushie’s leg, extending quite a leap past it as if you didn’t know how impeccably well-endowed he is that you need a visual. “Then again, I get the feeling this little one will be subjected to being defiled in the most… intimate of ways with or without… a certain appendage.”

“Plo, you prude, old man. Just say it. Say ‘cock’. Say ‘cock’ right now and I swear on all things encompassing our centuries-old friendship I will cease all attempts of killing myself.”

Plo had never seen such sternness and determination in your eyes that you actually had him caught off-guard for once. Torn between addressing your suicidal thoughts and the fact that the proposed resolution is so ludicrous that he was actually considering it knowing how you operate. You’ve had this chase of making him purposely say filth as it gives you delight beyond comprehension to have the dignified and highly revered Jedi Master General succumb to such sinful treats. Not that he was above such things, but they weren’t exactly preferred in his vocabulary. 

“These… thoughts, my dear. Are they frequent?” It was enough to melt your heart among all the things Plo Koon. You’ve loved him for so long you’d let him stab you in the gut for fun — not that he’d do it, of course. Genuine concern etched over the creases of his face and the tenderness of his free hand caressing the back of yours that held the adorable toy. “Has something happe—.”

“Plo, I swear. Just say co—”

“Duche—”

“Plo.”

“Duch.”

“Just say—”

“Little love, please let’s tal—”

“Ep! Ep! Ep! We don’t say things like that in public.”

“Yes, we surely do not say things like that in public.”

The impasse called for silence. Lucky you, you had a little Plo-plushie to play with. You folded the plushie’s arms to cross over his chest, holding it down with one hand while the other pressed down over its forehead making it look disgruntled. “There we go. Now there’s two of you.”

“Indeed.” Plo Koon replies, taking the hint of your uneasiness and unwillingness to divulge the woes of your existence just yet. “Though I do not as such, little love.” He adds, reaching to adjust the split-legged plushie, into a more self-respecting fashion.

“You do not sit like that!” You replied incredulously. “Not with your —”

“But I do, my sweet. I do not, as you young ones call ‘mansplain’ in spite of being well endowed with a very large cock…—alorum behavior, which by the way is very much unlike me. I am but a humble Jedi with humble needs.”

The excitement in your eyes bloomed with laughter, shaking your head with a well-deserved slow-clap offered to the improper-elusive Kel Dor Jedi Master. He joins in the chorus of your blissful giggle with a hearty rumble of his own and a playfully pompous nod of acknowledgement of yet again another triumph. 

“By the stars, I love you.” You sigh, dreamily as you feel the light creep through the darkened veins of your soul — truly a Jedi’s work at play. “I just… I love you. I love you so much I can’t.. I can’t….”

But as quick as the light bore once more into the shadowy depths of depression, you began fanning yourself in an attempt to suppress an outpour. Your eyes welled up and you began gasping for air as you tried your very best to stifle the whimper than turned to disheartened groans of pain, until you had begun to cry so profusely, your body shook in a mix of incoherent emotions.

You mumbled in between tearful pleas of asking Plo to make “it” stop, to do something because it wasn’t what you wanted right now. You threw in painful lines in jest, innuendos and petty attempt to restart the banter, self-deprecating jokes and nostalgic references etched like core memories between the two of you in your younger years— the last thing you wanted was for your time with Plo to end on a bitter note knowing he’d have to leave soon. 

He held you tighter than what your knitted frames would allow, a little more and he’d have crushed you and as much  you knew within yourself you wanted nothing more than to be turned to dust by a certain Kel Dor’s embrace, your tears seem to be the undisputed victor. 

You felt the weight of his head over your crown, the scent of him filling your senses as you head your drenched face onto the side of his neck while your arms latched onto the toy, squeezing it in your own embrace. You wanted it so badly to be him, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to bestow him guilt of being limited in the gesture as to comply with the teachings of the Order. You wouldn’t dare put him in that predicament. And so you held the toy version of him imperviously close to you as if suffocating the poor little thing.

And then it happened. 

“I know it baby, i’ll be a star And then you’ll be all mine And they won’t be able to take you from me”

You have been a fan of Mimi Mirage for as long as you can remember. The day you saw a poster of her at a record shop, you were so drawn that you purchased all four of her albums and had it on repeat that at some point, you were sure Plo Koon fancied a song or two from one of the most played albums when he’d come over. He’d also taken upon this interest of yours to spoil you Mimi Mirage merch, using his connections to procure signed copies. Plo had also made it a point to frame them because it’ll wear less if unexposed — all for your benefit, of course.

“I’m gonna make this planet pink I don’t care what they think I’m gonna make this planet pink”

You started to laugh in between a now fully-developed hiccup from all the crying and hyperventilating. You sniffled, whimpered, giggled, and even sorted a little at how off-key and weird it sounded being sung by your beloved Kel Dor friend. He continued, straining to get the key right and endure the missing words with hums and guesses that had you laughing as your face remained nuzzled on the side of his neck.

“You’ll be mine”

He mouthed the words slower over the specified lyric, the spurs of his clawed hand drawing idle patterns over the small of your back while the other purchased your cheek with a thumb strumming sweetly over the corner of your lip. 

“I’ll take the risk”

You turned to receive a rather affectionate gaze, his thumb in a continuous stroke over the fullness of your lips from corner to corner. The weight of him heavy over your own forehead; turning, tossing, seeking that perfect angle for you to feel the contrast of the cold, stannic mask and warmth of the little exposed skin on his face. You could feel the protective lenses over his eyes push against the bone of your brow until he found that perfect spot to nest half of his face onto half of yours. 

Your lips curve into a smile, then parted to utter more serene titter as you hear that luxuriously rare, short, single-syllabled chuckle of his that made you just wanna bear ninety-nine of his babies. But unfortunately, this little space-face-press shenanigans would pardon him from depriving her auditory needs to hear more of Mimi Mirage’s Planet Pink butchered by an esteemed member of the council, General of the 104th Battalion, and Jedi Master of great tenure and importance.

“Sing, old man.”

You whined with a pout — to which you then blushed from Plo Koon’s response of pushing the tip of his thumb between your parted mouth to shut you up. After all, you asked him to sing and you best listen. With a sigh of defeat and amusement in one, he dipped his thumb further enough to feel an earnest tongue brush onto the pad of his digit. 

You hear an evenly rare grunt that had you bite your lip as if to savor the fleeting touch that descended excruciatingly slow down your chin and delicately along the column of your throat.

Flustered beyond recognition, you feel the heat pool between your legs as his tone takes a chasmic turn. Spurs slithered along the expanse of your neck until he had collared his hold around you with a verily gentle and mindful squeeze. The gesture merited an sultry groan of approval and encouragement, accompanied by an elevated hissing sound from your smaller frame.

“Must I say the words, little love?”

You were too intoxicated to respond that all you could was a well-surrendered hum. 

“I….” 

In spite of the nearly losing all inhibition with the faintest of force applied over your neck, you draw your sight back as if to peer through the decorative holes of his protective eye-wear and gaze upon the windows of his soul. Your heart quickened further, anticipation built on the very hill you’ve silently swore to die on for this make or break turn of events. 

Has the day come for him to finally say it? 

You whispered the very words you’ve often given him, the endless ‘I love you’s’ that were often replied with “I knows” and “thank yous”. Days when you’d want to wring his neck or stuff him inside your pocket and whisk him away from the Order — days unlike today where he knew exactly what to say to make it all better. To make all the pain go away and allow herself to redemption to start anew. Today, he said the words… to Mimi Mirage’s Pink Planet in the perfect key and timing.

“I wanna be your dream girl I’m gonna be your dream girl”

Plo distangles himself from you, his hand cupping his antiox mask with a hearty laugh before rubbing his temples and taking a seat on the couch beside the bed. 

Nothing in this world would have made you feel better and would have rid you of the storm that brewed in your apartment for weeks than to hear your favorite three-hundred and eighty-four year-old Kel Dor Jedi utter the words “I wanna be your dream girl, I’m gonna be your dream girl.”

The room was soon an echo of you laughing so hard you wept a little. Then complained that your cheeks stung and that your stomach felt knotted from having to crease up. You’ve also boldly asked him to sing more of it — of which he politely declined, responding of talks of copyright and apprehension in jest.

As you simmer down and the minutes turn to hours of light conversation, you sigh and ready yourself for a nap. It had been such an exhausting week and with sleep finally blessing her with attendance, she turned to his side and momentarily watched him in his meditative state. With a yawn and a kiss to the little one (Plo-plushie), your eyes grow heavy.

Part of you wanted to wake him up and confess what it was that had gotten you down this rabbit hole of misery, paranoia, anxiety, and immense sadness, but you weren’t his burden to  bear. You weren’t anyone’s burden to bear. 

Your eyes finally submit, once more enveloped in darkness as your voice fades to a whisper. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I just don’t know where home is anymore, Plo. I don’t know where you are in my life anymore either. But you don’t have to know that…” 

Unbeknownst to you, Plo knew exactly what the answer was. 

And just as you have drifted to the land of dreams, his hand hovers over yours, light enough to touch but never wake you. 

“Right here.” He says.

“Right here.”

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[smileysuh]

this dream

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader I ft. Wonwoo

🔮 preview.“now I see the problem.” wonwoo’s voice makes you groan in annoyance, and you tangle your fingers in mingyu’s hair, dragging his lips to your own in an effort to block out whatever the incubus is about to say- “you’re a sex demon with a thing for love... that’s why you ran from me, isn’t it?” 

cw/ tw. angst, mention of death by drowning, dark/yandere content, dream sex & dubious consent, vouyerism, dirty talk, dream exhibitionism, 3some, praise, unprotected sex, etc... 

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.5k 

🍭 aus. incubus/succubus au, ex’s to lovers, yandere, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. wonwoo participates as a verbal vouyer

You love joining Mingyu in his dreams; as they’re often fanciful and wondrous events that carry a number of themes that weave like threads through his unconscious mind.

The first such pattern you’d noticed when you’d initially begun visiting the man to feed on his energy, was the reoccurrence of the sea. While the dream shore often shifted from sands to rocks, and the perspective from being close enough to touch the mirror-like surface of the water- to standing on a cliff high above rolling waves, it was clear to you that Mingyu’s first love had always been the ocean.

But his second love- now this was the thread that you attached yourself to. If there’d been a thing called ‘The Succubus Handbook of Swindling Sleeping Men,’ there’d be an entire chapter dedicated to masking as a loved one in the dreams of a young man to ensure your claws dig deep-

And it had taken you only two slumbering encounters with Mingyu to find yourself in a fragmented memory that revealed to you how his soulmate had been stolen from him prematurely; she’d drowned.

The mixed feelings he felt in every dream - the longing, love, and despair - are what keep you coming back, even though you know you should really move on-

But you can’t, despite the consequences; and the sixth time you join the young man in his unconscious mind, slipping through the haze to take on the role of his long-lost lover, the inevitable end to a situation like this comes to fruition.

As you straddle Mingyu, getting comfortable in the dream, your hands flat to his broad chest while you roll your hips- you feel a tingle in the air, a shifting of energies, and you know your insufferable - annoyingly delicious - ex has arrived for his own fill of the fun, however, it’s not Mingyu’s energy that Wonwoo is here to feed from.

“Found you,” the incubus’s voice is deep, and the dark soundwaves seem to hang in the dream-hazed air for a moment, a sign that Wonwoo does not belong here.

He’s foreign, an entity that has infiltrated a dream not for the purpose of blending in, as you are, but for the purpose of watchfulness-

And spite.

Jealousy even-

It radiates off your ex playmate like a dark halo.

Below you, the man whose dream you reside in, has sat up, and his mouth is pressing feverish kisses to your throat, his hands exploring your body.

He’s completely oblivious to the incubus hovering over him a few feet away, and Mingyu will remain oblivious until Wonwoo takes on a familiar shape- he could choose any face from Mingyu’s past to take form in the dream-

There’d been a time in your life when the two of you would enter a person’s unconscious together- and with both of you there to prompt and prod the mortal, the energy you’d received while connected to Wonwoo had been unlike anything you’d ever experienced-

Only… after a while of toying with mortals, you’d noticed that Wonwoo had begun to siphon your energy too- and in the wake of one particularly draining dream - in a state of confusion and fear - you’d run.

However, cutting off communication with the incubus could only do so much- after having shared countless energy convergences together, Wonwoo can track you through the dream realms, the same way any incubus or succubus can find their way back to ‘scene partner’ humans.

In the few instances since your separation where Wonwoo has found you lingering in one dream realm for too long, he’s simply prompted you to talk to him, and when that fails, he stands watch like some ‘final boss’ - annoying - immortal vouyer.

You fear that the more you interact with him, the more energy he can take from you, and you’d made a promise to yourself that you’d never intentionally let him drain you again.

“You’re really going to continue ignoring me?” Wonwoo’s cold words are a stark contrast to the hot mouth that’s latched to your sweet spot.

“Yes,” you groan, tangling your fingers in soft hair, “right there, Gyu!”

The man under you lets out a moan, hands maneuvering your body so your panty-covered core can rub against his clothing-confined cock- you’re thankful that Mingyu’s soulmate had had an affinity for dresses; they make things much easier.

Wonwoo’s eyes take in the shifting of your hips, and he can see the slight shimmer of energy transference hazing between your body and that of the man pinned beneath you.

It’s something like torture for him to be this close to you, but unable to get you to talk to him- torture watching you excel at what you were born to do- what you once did with him.

He tries to be respectful- to a degree- tries not to engage too much after his first prompt for you to acknowledge him- but it’s been getting old, and his patience has been wearing thin.

How’s he supposed to control himself when you’re enjoying one of his favorite positions? How’s he supposed to keep his mouth shut when you’re at your most glorious?

“You’re so pretty-” Mingyu whispers against your neck, and the incubus stiffens-

He can do better than that.

“You can ignore me all you want,” Wonwoo concludes finally, “but in this dream, I’m done with keeping quiet.”

Your skin tingles at the notion, and the man worshipping your body begins to undo the bow at your back- intent on getting you bare for him.

“I can see why you like this one,” the Incubus sighs, crouching down so he’s eye level with you, “he has a lot of energy.”

Mingyu’s practically buzzing with it- every brush of his hands against your skin feels like magic, tingly electric kisses that jitter to the place between your thighs that needs him most.

You grind down against the man who’s finally got your dress undone behind you- and just as he’s about to pull it off, the garment simply disappears.

Mingyu pays it no attention to your vanishing clothes, mouth latching onto your nipple while you turn to send Wonwoo a harsh look.

“Oh, so you’re allowed to play but I’m not?” the incubus asks with a grin.

Leave it to Wonwoo to find one of the only things he can control about the dream - your clothing - without butting in fully. Sure, he could do other things like change the weather- but if either one of you is going to stir up a storm, it’s more than likely it will be you.

You refuse to answer the question of the man who watches, instead, turning your attention back to Mingyu.

“That’s it pretty boy,” you coo, running your hands through his hair and then down to his shoulder.

His shirt can be dream magicked away just as easily as your dress, and you figure: if Wonwoo can’t bother to wait to get me undressed, why should I bother to wait for the mortal?

With one small push, the man below you is flat to the ground again, bare-chested and looking up at you with eyes glazed over in dreamy wonder.

You’ve been taking your time with Mingyu in the past- but the incubus to your right brings out this primal side of you- you feel the need to match his insistence on a fast pace- to prove your equal power-

“Look at you,” the vouyer to your side says as you grind down on denim- his tone is affectionate; “So good with your hips- so good with your movements.”

A warm breeze brushes by your shoulder, and it heats your skin, making you moan.

“I’d ask you how wet you are, but we both know-” he trails off and takes a deep breath, swallowing thickly, “we both know that perfect pussy is always wet, huh?”

God-

You’d fucked mortals with Wonwoo for a long while, and never had he focused much of his attention on you.

While you’d gone into dreams together, your goal had always mutually been the person asleep-

It was their dreams, their energy you needed, their memories the two of you navigated to conduct a scene- and in their dreams, people always enjoyed being the center of attention.

It had just sort of happened that the two of you had found an affinity for girls who were looking for explorative dreams- as a succubus, you’d spent a lot of your life sucking energy out of men, it had been nice to enjoy someone worshipping you in a similar way- all you’d had to do most days was ride a face to completion, and it had satisfied you very well.

But you’d missed the feeling of being filled, and after three separate orgasms where you’d witnessed part of your energy surge to Wonwoo, you’d eagerly rushed back to the dreams of mortal males.

The man beneath you is soft in a way Wonwoo will never be, partly due to the dreamy state he’s in, but it’s more than that- you’d felt Mingyu’s radiance the first moment you’d entered his unconscious… and you’ve been licking at it ever since, drinking it up-

“I want you,” you tell Mingyu, leaning over him so you can trail your lips past his own while your hand slips between your bodies-

You’re surprised when your hand makes contact with his bare cock-

You’d definitely not been the immortal to use magic to strip Mingyu of his pants-

“Did I jump the gun again?” you can hear the smile on Wonwoo’s voice; “My bad.”

“Oh my god-” the man below you groans, hands flexing against your hips while you line him up with your entrance- “you feel so good-”

“I do?” you press a kiss to Mingyu’s under jaw that has him shivering while you sink down on his cock. “Tell me more.”

“You’re so warm-” he moans, “you feel-”

With another pleasured sound, the man snaps from your slow, teasing pace, and he rolls the two of you over, getting the upper hand in an instant.

“I love you,” Mingyu says, lacing his fingers with yours while he pins you to the grass, finding a fast, powerful pace, that has you wrapping your legs around his waist in delight. “God, I love you so much, you wouldn’t believe-”

This is your favorite part about visiting the lonely man’s dreams.

Your body surges with the energy he pours into you, with his words, with his cock- with the hot mouth that trails across your skin-

“Now I see the problem.”

Wonwoo’s voice makes you groan in annoyance, and you tangle your fingers in Mingyu’s hair, dragging his lips to your own in an effort to block out whatever the incubus is about to say-

“You’re a sex demon with a thing for love.” - He’s being ridiculous- “That’s why you ran from me, isn’t it?”

You continue to ignore him, digging your nails into Mingyu’s shoulders in an effort to make him fuck you harder-

“Those last three times- something was different- and I didn’t think much about it, until just now,” the musing man continues. “Those last few times- you watched me cum instead of closing your eyes, didn’t you?”

What is he even talking about-

“Instead of closing your eyes and eating up all the energy- you kept your eyes open- because you like me- you fed me those days too, didn’t you, gorgeous?”

“Fuck,” you whimper when Mingyu hits a particular spot inside of you, and you can’t help but belt out “yes!” followed by a; “just like that!” to keep Wonwoo humble-

But he sees right through you, as he sees through whatever soulmate face mask Mingyu sees. Wonwoo sees you to your core- which is odd, considering he doesn’t usually look at you-

But he’s looking at you now, and that warm brush of air hits your cheek again-

You break your kiss with Mingyu, turning your head to examine Wonwoo-

“That’s it baby,” Wonwoo breathes, more energy wafting off of his form to lap against your sides like a pleasantly passing wave- “you see now.”

You do.

You see clearly - that in your energy-depleted state of confusion - you’d run away from the one being who could give you the world.

‘The Succubus Handbook of Swindling Sleeping Men’ had never included a chapter on love- it was something you knew humans felt, but that had never been your prerogative.

Your need was energy- not love- because a human could never love you- they could never even see the true you-

But love is energy, the purest kind, and now there’s a man in front of you who is radiating it at you, consciously- unlike the mortal fucking you full of feelings not meant for you-

Feelings meant for someone else, someone who’d been from another world to begin with, another world that you could never exist in-

But Wonwoo-

He’s like you, and you haven’t met many of your kind.

All those you have bumped into in dreams have been quite territorial of their energy source- but not Wonwoo-

When you’d popped into your first dream with him, he’d been pleasantly surprised to see a succubus in a female’s fantasy- and you’d joined him in his energy siphoning nearly immediately; just two sex demons hanging out.

You’d been stupid to think sex demons hanging out would lead anywhere other than where it’s led.

“I’ve distracted you,” Wonwoo says smoothly, “it’s okay, you can enjoy Mingyu again, I’ll continue to watch. I’ve been enjoying watching you cum each time I catch you with a man, and something tells me that this time, you’re going to be more beautiful than ever.”

Because this time, he loves you.

This time, he’s filling up your energy cup just as Mingyu is- and soon, you’re overflowing.

Your pussy clamps down on Mingyu’s cock and he groans loudly below you-

“It feels so good Gyu- please- don’t stop-” you whimper-

Still needing more.

The mortal fucks you through your high, pushed to delirium and prompted by your words-

All the while the incubus’s hot gaze gently caresses at your cheek, fueling you even more-

Wonwoo’s not even touching you, but he’s making your skin tingle-

Mingyu presses his hot mouth to your neck, hips slowly coming to a stop while he continues moaning desperately, and you turn to look at the incubus.

Wonwoo’s taken aback at first - at having your direct attention - and he swallows thickly, his pretty, shimmery energy returning to him when he breaks your gaze to look at Mingyu.

“Do you think he’ll wake up soon?”

You laugh, shocked that this is his first question- and you shake your head slightly, no- Mingyu has long dreams-

He also doesn’t notice the brief motion of communication between you and the vouyer he can’t see, instead, he lets out a shaky breath, collapsing down against you, panting hot against your neck-

“Darling… you didn’t do your homework on this one,” Wonwoo taunts with a grin, his eyes shifting to Mingyu- giving him a once over that has your breath catching in your throat.

You cock your head, giving Mingyu a push that prompts him to allow you to roll your bodies so you come up on top-

The human groans, his hands grabbing at your hips, settling you on his cock-

“His first soulmate might have been a woman, but Mingyu’s one of the lucky few who has two soulmates- and as fate would have it…” your incubus lets out a laugh, “one of them is someone I can work with.”

And by that, he means that one of Mingyu’s soulmates is a dude.

“You’d enjoy working together again, wouldn’t you gorgeous? Wonwoo asks. “You found us such a good match- it would be a shame not to take advantage of this-”

A shame not to take advantage of Mingyu- the bubbly human with so much love to give that it overflows out of him- that it draws in dream predators whom he has no way of protecting himself against.

You hear a male voice shouting Mingyu’s name, the sound carried like an echoed memory on the wind- and the human below you shifts, sitting up, brows furrowing-

It would be so easy for Wonwoo to join now- so easy for him to take on the face of another lover and join you-

But would it be easy to fall in love?

Is what you have with Wonwoo love?

Is what you have with Mingyu love?

Are you making things difficult by even fathoming the notion of an immortal sex being like yourself finding romance?

You suppose- after hundreds of years being alone and unchanged, trusting Wonwoo is going to be a leap of faith-

Is letting Wonwoo in again worth it?

The last time you did, he made you question your entire existence-

Are you really up for that again?

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“Just give me a yes,” Wonwoo’s words feel loud in your ear, and it makes you shiver-

You give a small nod instead, and a moment later, you feel a presence at your back, a second set of hands smoothing by your shoulders-

“What do we have here, Gyu?”

The voice sounds like Wonwoo’s, but it also doesn’t- and you know you’re catching a warped sound- a mix between the incubus and the man he’s masking as.

Below you, Mingyu only hears his lover, and when his eyes shift past your shoulder, you know it’s not Wonwoo he’s seeing-

When the human you’re straddling looks at you and the immortal sex demon at your rear, Mingyu simply sees the woman who was taken from him, and the new, masculine soulmate in her place.

You can see the effect the visual has on Mingyu, who licks his lips, swallowing thickly- fighting with the dream gloom that keeps him in a dazy haze- “Hyung-”

“Yes, pretty boy?” Wonwoo chuckles lowly, using the same pet name you’d used on Mingyu earlier- the pet name that always makes the human groan and buck his hips with interest-

“What are you-” Mingyu lets out another moan when you shift in his lap, hands smoothing against his shoulders- “what are you doing here?”

You can see his mind working- putting in the effort to make the scene in front of him make sense-

Anything can happen in a dream - especially in a sex dream, and while a threesome with his new lover and his dead ex might throw Mingyu off momentarily, you’ve navigated much odder scenarios with Wonwoo.

“Heard your moans, thought I’d come check it out.”

While Wonwoo appears to be talking to Mingyu, he could just as easily be talking to you: the succubus he’s been chasing from dream realm to dream realm-

“I thought-” Wonwoo continues, “you might need some help, but I see you’re being taken care of.”

A kiss is pressed to your shoulder, and you watch the way Mingyu follows the motion with his eyes, lips parting-

“You wouldn’t mind if I played with her while she plays with you- would you, Gyu?”

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Can you tell us about How to Breathe 101?

Ah yes, the one I am actively, actually most trying to finish (before I got distracted by this week's fullmoonficlet prompt anyway). It's one of my favorite genres in fiction and in this specific fandom it's: Stiles fell first, but Derek fell harder.

It was originally just going to be a short fic about Derek learning to breathe in harmony with his pack. Since panic attacks are so woven into TW via Stiles, I kind of wanted to explore Derek having these kind of slow motion ones. Not necessarily because he wants to be alone but because that's what he knows, that's what he's gotten comfortable with, and holy shit there are so many people depending on him now, relying on him, and actually wanting to be in his space and how does he both accept that and allow himself to rely on that when he knows how transitory everything is?

I really, REALLY love when people miss their window - or, more accurately, perceive themselves to've missed their window and are now pining for someone they know once loved them. Inject that shit directly into my VEINS, please!

The plan was to have a much shorter progression but then I added in a more mage-y magic Stiles, with his power connected to growth and potential and blossoming (because no one can accuse me of being subtle LOL), and gave him an OC love interest so there was a distraction from any possible festering - I really didn't want Stiles to have even a hint of bitterness and that was a good way to be like: don't focus on the pit of despair, have casual sex! And also a good way to get across that Derek's love isn't possessive but rather focused around Stiles' happiness, which is always a big one for me (which is not to say I don't love jealous/possessive stuff, I DO, but sometimes that's just not what ya want). Then I set Stiles' magical edification in Ireland and got distracted with the wind over the bluffs and the sea crumbling cliffs and all that wild, fresh air there is to breathe and that's where I am at the moment.

Snippet:

Stiles takes him up over the bluff, fingers trailing currents as they walk, and they can see the cottage in the distance.  A dilapidated daffodil yellow and foggy gray (once white) thing that looks uninhabited.  It’s hilly terrain but clear as far as the eye can see.  The grass is buffeted up against their calves by the relentless wind and they can hear the ocean even if they can’t see it from where they are. “It’s beautiful,” Derek says. Stiles breathes deep.  “Magic, right?”  He throws a wink over his shoulder before holding out his hands, palm parallel to the ground on either side of him, and closes his eyes.  The long blades of grass shift and swirl and shoot up and up and up, getting larger and wider and greener as they grow, striving to tickle Stiles’ fingers as they pass his knees and hips.  They keep going until Derek has to tilt his head back and the strands twist at the apex above their heads and Derek can’t help the startled sound he makes as the tunnel forms, extending further with every step Stiles takes. The grass doesn’t stay static either, it’s still rustling, braiding itself together, sliding into every empty place, forming an arch above them.  The day darkens around them as they’re sealed off from above. Derek stares, first at the living thing surrounding them, and then at the man in front of him. “I had no idea you were capable of this.” “Neither did I.”  Stiles half-laughs.  “I don’t think Maire or Ciaran did either.  Honestly, I think it freaks them both out a little so, y’know, discretion?  I’ve been trying to do that whole thing.  Cutting back on it a little, pretending everything’s a bit harder, doing a little less than I’m actually capable of.  Not that—I mean, they’re supportive and all but I get the feeling this is new and therefore different for them.”  He drops his hands and the grass unbraids, slithering, sinking back down into the earth as though it was never anything else.  He’s not looking at Derek.  “It’s nice not to have to hedge.” He waits a beat then waggles his eyebrows over the pun and Derek rolls his eyes.

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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: For those who are dangerously curious and greed for their appearance.

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TW // SMUT/NSFW, Yandere Themes.

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°| |°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫}

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

A creature of the unknown. No one knows where it comes from. No one knows where it goes or spawns. No one even knows what it looks like; not having a chance to return back alive with nothing but a ripped rope and a bloody end. Its patrols a waste land beneath an abandoned aquarium, the cold and dark seabed filled with nothing but a few rock, smoothness sand and skeletons of its prime victims of the deep. Something they can’t classify as well, never having a chance to.

One might say it has two or one pair of arms; base off of camera evidence that quickly gets distorted and destroyed. When in reality it’s both. It’s has two pairs of arms that smooth perfectly into a bulky one, white and grey scales shifting around to connect the two together with a shark like tail providing all the more strength to launch itself at its opponent. Its eyes would probably be the most capturing part of this creature, its glowing white eyes luring you in like an anglerfish. Non can look away until it’s too late. Despite it having a shark-like tail, this beast is heavily armored with his own scales shifting along his body, distorting the water around it. So, it is best to never encounter such a creature for it will have you before you will have it.

𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

Protec, protec, protec! This Solor here is all about protecting you; since you nearly died in his domain to one of those deep creatures he hunts. He is not taking that chance again! He feels like he must protect your vulnerable skin with his much stronger scales. Having himself wrapped around you anytime he could get, or just hover over your shoulder. He doesn’t mind either one.

At least this sea monster doesn’t regurgitate its food and hunts for it instead. Extending his clawed hands out at you showing you 4 different fish species to pick from and he’ll just eat the other three or store them. Watching curiously on how these humans eat. What if he fed you mouth to mouth? Would you like that?

To go to sleep without Solor around is impossible. He is always wrapped around you when you’re sleeping. His head close to your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he would purr out in content. You are not hurt or dying under his watch, good. That means you are doing well underneath his care and protection. Not to mention your body is warmer to his colder scales. He could stay wrapped around you all day if he could.

Will offer the skeletons of the deep to present to you. His chest puffing out more if it a much bigger and newer one. You have no idea where you would put this skull of this horrid creature that bit your shoulder off, but if it makes Solor happy that you’ll take it? That’s all that matters. Maybe you can escape out quicker? Ah, nope, nope. He still caught you and grounded you in his nest, low rumbling sounds coming out of Solor as he wraps himself around you once more. You know you are getting scolded by him, but you can’t understand him. So it’s mostly him talking to himself.

Fun is not exactly this sea monsters… behavior, but if he must entertain you he’ll try having you hunt with him, but quickly figures out you are not… hunter material. Hmm, perhaps his little maiden would like to explore the dark depths under the aquarium? Yes? Just don’t leave you? Little maiden, he will never leave you. You are his little mate after all.

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

When he first smelt your arousal this beast nearly pounced on you from the shadows, but watched with curiosity when you seemed to be pleasuring yourself in his nest when he goes out. Coating your scent over his and he purrs at the sight, spooking you when you gasp and turn away from him your skin turning red. Don’t hide from him, little maiden. He only wishes to fulfill your desires in his nest where both of your scents will wrap around one another.

Speaking of wrapping, since this Solor likes to wrap around you so much, he likes to keep you in place there too with his double cock pleasuring you in both holes. His chest up against your smaller, softer back with a set of arms on your waist and his other set of arms massaging your plump breasts. His sharp teeth attacking your neck as you would cry out to him, your head throwing back into his shoulder giving him more access to mark you up as his.

Sea monster loves to mark you up anyway that he can whether it would be visible or not. Inside of you are not. He’s marking you up and down. From his little nips and hickys from your inner thighs, all the way up to your already marked up neck. You are not escaping his hold or his domain.

If you do manage to escape his grasp. Do be careful of which waters you tread into or remotely close to. That little disorientation in the water he does also affects how he senses things. So don’t be surprised when he suddenly bursts out of the water and pins you to the ground, snarling all sorts of “nonsense” into your skin while he fucks you anyway he likes. Bent? Curled? On his face? He’s making you too weak to move on him again, and he won’t mind doing it again too.

When he said you were his mate? He really, really meant it. He wants to court you, breed you. He’ll have you stuffed with his clutch in no time when his rut/mating times comes. That urge to breed you over and over again coming at him full force. You’ll be nest bound for the next… however long the eggs decide to stay in your womb. Within that time, Solor is overly affectionate, providing you all your favorite fish and more of his semen to keep you nice and full and fertilized for your possible younglings.