#🦈: his remora

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

78 / 1.7k / part 2 of remora!reader surviving orca!König's tank for mermay 🦈

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“Alex? Alex!” Your hands press up against the glass. But Alex—the diver you trusted, the one who you thought was your friend, turns away from you. "Please..."

König watches the commotion from a distance. His hand—palm wide enough to fully engulf a human's skull—flexes in annoyance. Your desperate wailing disrupts the fragile hierarchy of the tank. He tolerates it for exactly fourteen seconds before surging forward with a speed like he isn’t the biggest thing in the tank.

His shadow swallows your smaller form against the glass. The next thing you know, he's snatched your thrashing wrists above your head with one hand and pressed you against the tank's barrier with the other.

"Quiet."

The barked command makes the glass behind your head ring. Net-like fabric floats around his head as he stares you down with eerie stillness. His tail coils beneath you and his body is taut—ready to shake sense into you the old-fashioned way if you wiggle.

Remoras are clingy by nature, feeding off scraps from proper predators. Weakness incarnate. Yet something in your wide-eyed stare pricks at recollections of his own helplessness years ago. He dismisses this immediately.

"Improve your posture before Horangi circles back," he mutters, jerking your wrists higher. "He chews on twitchy things. Understand?"

You stare at him, utterly still. You can't quite make out what he's saying over the roar of blood in your ears. Still, you're careful to keep your tail from brushing his as you hang limply from his grip. You shouldn’t touch an angry orca without begging permission.

König’s pointer finger hooks under your jaw to force your chin up. "Begging makes you smaller." The last word comes out punctuated by a mean poke of his pinky finger’s claw against your neck. "Do you hear me? If you value your pretty throat, stop bleating like seal bait."

You blink up at him, pupils still huge. You swallow and try to choose your next words carefully. What comes out, however, is, "You think it's pretty?"

A beat passes—long enough for Horangi’s silhouette to glide past the tank's far not-coral formation.

König’s exhale bubbles out in a low, irritated tsch that flutters the netting in front of his lips. He pushes your jaw to the side to make you break eye contact. He has half a mind to make you expose your neck, too. Your tiny remora brain must not have parsed his words correctly. "I meant the tendons. Weak spots. Delicate." He makes his voice arrogant and attached. "In that sense, yes."

"Oh." Tendons. You have pretty tendons, then. Your fingertips—still hostage above your head—tap unthinkingly against the side of his fingers. You tilt your neck, opening it to him even more, despite his claws floating around it. "Do you like weak spots? I have a lot."

König’s head tilts. His grip on your jaw shifts—pressing your head back until your entire throat bows taut under his claws. One casual flick, and he could open it up like the human divers unzip their suits. His inky tail presses in to hem you in from below. Not that you're trying to escape.

"You mistake patience for interest," he growls, though his thumb makes another lazy pass over your throbbing pulse. "The question is whether your many weak spots make you worth the effort of keeping alive."

"It wouldn't be. Except..." You let your eyes wander down his body. Then you look away. "Well... No, it's nothing."

"Spit it out."

You wriggle in his grip again and shoot him a coquettish look. "For a mer as big and strong as you, it would be easy to keep me alive. I bet no one ever picks a fight with an orca."

A chuckle rumbles up from his chest. You think you've got him right where you want him until the sound becomes a growl that reverberates through your skull where he's still pinning it to the glass.

"Cringing flattery." He releases your wrists just to splay his hand over your ribcage. The span of his palm covers your torso. "But that's right, foolish schmarotzer. Every fight ever picked with me ends with the problem sinking to the seabed in pieces. Fighting is easy. Easy is tiresome."

He pulls you away from the tank wall and pushes you suddenly downward. After a long descent, your back hits the shallowly-sanded tank floor hard enough to dredge up a bloom of silt. You let out an uncomfortable uff. His palm splays wide against your sternum—not crushing, but containing. Two clawtips press divots into the skin above your heart. "I tire of flattery. Your lines are stink up my tank. Mold your clever mouth around something else."

"What else is there?"

König's answering exhale is a stream of bubbles that pop fizz against your face. The claws at your sternum drag downward, ginger enough to etch thin white lines that bloom pink. “Your tongue is as dull as your teeth. Better to use it for scraping barnacles off my scales. Or" —his thumb presses hard into the hollow under your chin— “begging. But you are much worse at that.” The pressure relents only for his claws to flex around your throat.

A shark’s silhouette passes overhead—Horangi’s lithe form pausing to observe the disturbance before gliding onward. König’s gaze flicks up, tracking him.

You watch him watch Horangi. Begging—for what? Food? Shelter? No, it's not that, you realize, seeing Horangi's brief smirk and feeling König's grip tighten in response. He wants your fear; your unquestioning respect. He wants you something easy under his thumb to beg for his mercy.

Your reaction is instinctive and immediate. You try not to seem as eager to please as you actually are, but you can't help the way your pupils dilate at having found a niche. "Please," you mewl. You clutch his wrist—the one connected to the hand still wrapped around your throat and chest—with eager hands. "Please release me. Throw me to the shark instead; he’ll be kinder." You make sure to say this loudly enough to reach Horangi's ears.

König’s head snaps back toward you, hood whipping through the water. The whites of his eyes flash briefly before narrowing to glacial slits. When Horangi draws closer, nostrils flaring at the metallic tang of adrenaline, König lashes out at him a territorial swipe of his claws. Horangi darts back, but his interest is clearly piqued.

König hauls you upright by the throat and shoulders. “Dummes biest,” he hisses. “You think you can gift yourself to the sharks? Your life is mine. I decide when you become chum.”

To emphasize this, he drags you toward the coral outcropping where Horangi has settled to watch as he sharpens a stolen diver’s knife against a rock. Horangi’s grin widens.

König stops just shy of Horangi’s reach. He thrusts you forward like a fisherman presenting live bait.

“Here.” His voice drops to a taunting purr. “Beg him for death, if you’re so eager.”

You stare at Horangi. You open your mouth but can’t form the words.

Horangi’s golden eyes gleam. He leans in. “Oh? Brave little scavenger—”

König yanks you back against his chest before the shark’s claw can graze your cheek. A low, resonant click rolls through his chest—an orca’s warning—as Horangi retreats with a scoff. “Not brave. Stupid.” He forces your head to crane up at him. “But stupidity is fixable. You want to be shark food? Earn it. Kneel first. Then maybe I’ll let Horangi take a finger. A fin.” His thumb traces your lower lip. “Your impudent tongue.”

You positively squirm as he holds you there and takes inventory of your weak points. You've never been objectified quite like this before. It's thrilling.

You’re rewarded with a sharp jerk of his claws. He bends you, forcing your spine to arch against the solid plane of his chest. You're meant to pick scraps from his kills, but here you writhe as if starved for a different purpose. "You vibrate like a shrimp in a net," he mutters. His big hands drag your smaller frame flush against the lethal curve of his pectoral fins. The scarred edges bite faintly into your hips. He could sand your scaled skin to pulp with a single thrash.

Horangi keeps watching. He scrapes the knife’s blade idly over the pad of his thumb. Then König notices you noticing Horangi noticing you. “Eyes forward,” he snaps at the tiger shark with a low, clicking sound in his chest. “This one is not your chew toy.”

“Fine, fine,” Horangi replies. He stretches and retreats with a curious flick of his tail.

König’s attention returns to you. You’re still not trying to escape. You must enjoy being manhandled. Stupid little putzerfisch. “You lick the hand that throttles you. Pathetic. But…” He drags a clawtip up your neck to tap your bottom lip. “Convenient.”

You resist the urge to catch it in your mouth and suck on it. "Convenient is good?"

"Convenient is tolerable." His finger pushes past your teeth before you can react, the blunt tip pressing down on your tongue. Saliva clouds the water as he drags the claw along the sensitive muscle. "Good would imply you have use beyond this."

You nod obediently. Or you try, but the weight of König's finger makes it difficult. "’M utheleth," you agree around his claw.

He pulls it out with a wet pop. "Useless and honest. A rare combination."

He releases you abruptly, sending you drifting backward in the current. Before you can right yourself, his palm slams against the sand beside your head, caging you beneath the shadow of his dorsal fin. The black-and-white patterning of his tail seems to warp in the murky water.

"You will make yourself less useless starting tomorrow." His claws pluck a stray seashell from the sand and flick it disdainfully toward the tank's filtration system. "Clean this cesspit. Remove debris. Scrape algae from the glass. If I see a single parasite on Nikto’s scales, I will peel yours off and feed them to you." His gaze follows Horangi, who’s now circling the tank’s upper levels with roiling boredom. "And when the sharks demand entertainment," he adds, leaning down until his mask brushes your temple, "you will not volunteer your tongue. It belongs to me."

With that, he shoves off the sand and surges upward, his tailfin disappearing in a cloud of silt.

...

part 1 / [part 2] / part 3

more mer au / more KorTac / masterlist

[just-another-self-shipper]

I saw this going around again and I had to ^^

I have a lot more f/os than the last time I did this x.x;

[just-another-self-shipper]

He? 👉👈

💐 Floriography Reblog Game! 💐

Now, what exactly is floriography? Floriography is the idea that flowers may have significant meanings (for example: lavenders typically mean “love, loyalty, and devotion”).

So, reblog this post with an F/O of yours (preferably just one to soften my workload) and I’ll make your F/O a bouquet based on what flowers I believe will match them — meaning wise, not aesthetically.

[Obvious DNI goes — prøship losers get outta here]

[just-another-self-shipper]

Since I saw this going around again, I decided to join in again ^^

[just-another-self-shipper]

I'm gonna go ahead and post headcanons for the f/os/sources I post most often here. Familial, platonic, and FWB f/os included. With how many I have, I'll put them under a cut.

Romantic

Gantu: Demiboy, bisexual, biromantic, he/they

Demencia: Trans woman, demisexual, demiromantic, polyamorous, she/they

Black Hat: Agender, pansexual, demiromantic, polyamorous, he/it/they/she (he or it most often)

Tyr'ahnee: Cis woman, bisexual, biromantic, she/they

Alex: Cis man, demisexual, panromantic, he/they

Bulkhead and Wheeljack: Here

Sun/Moon: Agender, demisexual, demiromantic, he/they

Randall: Cis man, pansexual, panromantic, he/they

The Groke: Genderfluid, asexual, panromantic, any pronouns but "it"

Platonic

Ruben (625): Genderqueer, demisexual, biromantic, he/they

Snufkin: Nonbinary, asexual, demiromantic, Achillean, polyamorous, he/they

Snorkmaiden: Cis girl, asexual, heteroromantic, polyamorous, she/they

Izumi: Cis woman, demisexual, biromantic, she/they

Sig: Cis man, demisexual, heteroromantic, he/they

Optimus Prime: Agender, aroace, he/they

Ratchet: Cis, demisexual, panromantic, he/they

Bumblebee: Genderqueer, bisexual, biromantic, he/they

Arcee: Cis, demisexual, demiromantic, she/they

Jack: Cis, biromantic, bisexual, he/they

Miko: Genderfluid, aroace, she/they

Raf: Token cishetallo (he's ND, so it's fine), he/they

Familial

Nani: Cis, bisexual, heteroromantic, she/they

Lilo: Demigirl, asexual, biromantic, she/they

Dr. Flug: Cis, bisexual, biromantic, he/they

5.0.5.: Agender, aroace, he/they

Moominmama: Cis, asexual, biromantic, she/they

Moominpapa: Cis, asexual, panromantic, he/they

Moomintroll: Demiboy, asexual, biromantic, polyamorous, he/they

Little My: Genderfluid, aroace, she/they/he

Ed: Cis, bisexual, heteroromantic, he/they

Al: Genderqueer, demisexual, biromantic, he/they

FWB

Starscream: Genderfluid, bisexual, aromantic, he/they

Knockout: Cis, pansexual, demiromantic, he/they

Holy shit coming up with new tags wasn't easy. I didn't even come up with that many new ones ;~;

Also, I've never hit the tag limit before. That's kinda neat.

[selacisky]

Hans’ struggle

An old mini comic of Hans and his problem with remoras, apparently they really love him 🦈🦈

[just-another-self-shipper]

Hey Carmen!! Type, vibes, genre, style, words & song for Gantu! :)

Someone on Discord said he'd hold me like this

So that's our dynamic uwu

Himbo and thembo power couple

WAFF/FWP (warm and fuzzy feelings/fluff without plot) also hurt/comfort 🥰

I can't words too well, so have a moodboard

Me: I'd kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you.

Gantu: No, Carmen.

"Would You Go With Me" by Josh Turner. That song came out shortly after we started dating and we just kinda decided that it was our song 🥰

Thanks for the ask, @nightwingsboy ^^

[just-another-self-shipper]

Hey Carmen.😃

For the fluff asks: 💍, 💕 and⚓ for Gantu?

We aren't married yet (though we should be with how long we've been together) But I don't think being married will change much about our relationship

I said it first. I had been drinking, so he wasn't sure if I meant it, but it still got him thinking about his feelings for me.

Not really. Gantu doesn't like being seen as weak (we're working on that) and I don't like feeling like a burden (which we're also working on) it's easier, at least, to get Gantu to talk than me. We're pretty much trying to work on it with affirmations.

Thanks for the ask, @goldie90 ^^

[just-another-self-shipper]

He? 👉👈

Oooh I love doing these rb games so rb with a pic of one of your f/os and I'll assign them a creature (a creature from mythology, a video game, etc etc!!)

[just-another-self-shipper]

Hey Carmen!! 💐, 🌷, 💄, 🎀, 🍬 for Gantu! :)

My birthday is in three weeks, and he has something special planned, but he won't tell me what it is /pouts

I think it depends. He'd probably be fine with most of my other f/os but might not fit into their worlds.

I love just hanging out with him 🥰 Whether we're just at home spending the whole day watching tv, or if we go out to do something, or even running errands together. I just love being with him 🥰🥰🥰

Living with him is amazing 🥰 I love waking up in his arms every morning afternoon.

I've said it before, but my favorite moment is a tie between when he breaks Hamsterviel out of prison (he just looks so badass 😍😍😍) and when he becomes a good guy (I 🥺🥺🥺 every time)

Thanks for the ask, @nightwingsboy ^^

[just-another-self-shipper]

🍬 & ⚠️ for Gantu

Thank you, @modenaships

My favorite place to kiss Carmen is the top of their head. They get flustered, but I think they like it.

Carmen was giving me a massage, and Ruben overheard it and gave us a hard time about it until we told him what was actually happening.

[just-another-self-shipper]

end game, gorgeous, dancing with our hands tied for whoever u want ! - reanimatedbf

I'll do it for Gantu 🥰

The whole episode "Dupe". From the part where we hear about his childhood to seeing how cocky he got after finding Thresher, Heat, and Hammerface and managing to beat Stitch, the whole episode had me like 😳 I reacted by immediately adding him to my fictional harem.

One time, before we started dating, I walked in on Gantu, getting dressed after a shower. 😳 (You can pry this trope out of my cold, dead hands)

Not really. I've always been shameless about my self-shipping lol

Thanks for the ask, @reanimatedbf ^^

[just-another-self-shipper]

Beagle, Saint Bernard, Pomeranian, Pawprint for any f/o you want!!

I'll do this for Gantu 🥰

However I can. I'll kiss him, hold him, tell him how much I love him, buy him things, cook for him 🥰

His favorite is when I tell him how much I love him and how amazing he is.

His favorite season is winter because down here, it doesn't get unbearably cold (to him, anyway), and it isn't hot.

As for the season I associate with him, I'd say spring or summer since that's when we met

Walking to the park in the town where I grew up, ice cream trucks, warm days

He makes me feel happy and safe. I sometimes still feel like a lovesick teenager when we're together 🥰

Thanks for the ask, @mgrayson ^^

[just-another-self-shipper]

Hey honey.🥰

It´s me Gantu. Goldie was so nice to let me use her account to send you this message (you know, because I don´t have a tumblr account yet and I´m not even sure if I want one. It seems so complicated).🤔

Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is that I did prepare a little picnic for you and me - that´s what human consider to be romantic, right?🤔

Well, meet me at the beach, okay?

I love you.💗

Awwwww! Thank you! Yes, baby, that's absolutely romantic to humans. I'll get ready and meet you there 🥰

I love you too! So much! 😍

And thank you, @goldie90 for letting him borrow your account 😊

[just-another-self-shipper]

😚 What was your first kiss with your FO like?

💓 Favorite kind of kiss (slow morning kisses, kisses in the rain, neck kisses, kisses peppered all over the face, etc)? 

💋 Is your FO a good kisser? 

🥰 How often do you kiss? Do you kiss frequently or sparingly? Do you always kiss each other goodnight?

😘 How do each of you feel about PDA? 

💞 Tell about the most memorable kiss you’ve shared with your FO!

😽 Tell about a kiss with a funny story behind it!

❣️ Tell about a kiss that almost happened but was interrupted.

For Gantu!

I'll put the answers under a cut ^^

😚: The first time I kissed him was after a few glasses of "liquid courage". I kissed him on the cheek and when he asked why, I told him it was because I liked him.

The first time we kissed each other was a little awkward thanks to the size difference. It happened after we confessed our feelings to each other 🥰 (the second confession was because Gantu wanted to make sure I really meant it since I was drunk the first time)

💓: My favorite kind are slow, passionate kisses where we're also holding each other close.

His favorite kind are multiple quick kisses. I guess those ones are easier to pull away from if we have to.

💋: Gantu is a very good kisser 🥰

🥰: We kiss all the time 🥰 and we both have trouble sleeping without our goodnight kisses 🥰

😘: I'm a little bit shy about initiating it, but if Gantu kisses me in public, I'm more than happy to kiss him back 🥰

He isn't big on PDA himself, but if he's feeling especially affectionate, he'll lean down or pick me up to kiss me 🥰

💞: Our most memorable kiss would be after I got a raise at work. I was so happy and I peppered his face with kisses.

😽: One time we were taking a bubble bath together and I wanted a kiss, so I stood up to kiss him. I slipped and faceplanted into his chest.

❣️: When we first started dating, Gantu and I were like teenagers. We would make out wherever and were interrupted a lot by 625 or Hamsterviel. The first time it happened, I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Thanks for the asks, @rebeccaselfships and @tkshoneybee ^^

[just-another-self-shipper]

🥺Gantu?

-selfshippery

Look at this smug bastard (adoring)

Also, he has love handles 😳😳😳

Thanks for the ask, @selfshippery ^^