#(their toes are in the sand oops)

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#24 legs and thighs combo

... with a side of shoulders?

[ghoulphile]

no use cryin' over spilled milk | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 2.8 k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, frottage, lactation kink, pregnant!reader, fingerfucking, praise kink, breast play, the ghoul calls reader pretty mama, he's a pervert who wants to lend a 'helping' hand ➥ summary | based off this ask; oops being an experiment from vault 4 where you may be the first rad resistant human pregnant with a possibly rad resistant baby, and you come across the ghoul who helps you get to a safe place but then he gets attached with you and the baby 🥺 (this is just me trying to insert a lactation kink somewhere i'm sorry) ➥ notes | uhhhh pls let me know if i missed anything, my brain is dribbling out my ears (its 3:44 am and i have work at 8 am rip) but the parasites persist. i'll do the tag list when i wake up ❤️ masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Going topside wasn’t an easy decision.

In fact, bile bitter regret often lingers in the back of your throat - a lump that stifled the air in your lungs.

And while you might’ve been bioengineered to survive better under these harsh wasteland conditions, every time you find yourself in a less than ideal situation, you're catapulted headlong into paralyzing self doubt; alone and rudderless.

No one lives in the vaults - not truly.

Birdie (and the others) warned you of what awaited beyond those lead-lined walls. But you couldn’t abide spending the rest of your life trapped in a cage, albeit a gilded one.

Not anymore.

Oh no, you wanted to feel a real breeze instead of air pumped through the HVAC. Experience the sun baking warm into your skin like fresh bread instead of the artificial heat of the UV lamp used for mandatory light therapy sessions. Complain about the chafe of sand in your shoes and hear the crunch of dirt under foot instead of a hollow clunk of sterile metal.

To witness first hand all the sights, sounds, and smells this world offers. 

Only… you didn’t expect it to be this hard.

Nor did you expect to be pregnant when setting off into the great unknown on your own (a definite oversight on your part [you really shouldn’t have had one last hurrah before hitting the road]).

Through trial and error, motion sicknesses that swing into crippling nausea as manic energy - your first taste of true freedom! - dwindled into dragging fatigue, you found a happy medium. None of which would have been possible had it not been for the most unlikely of companions.

Ghouls; who knew, huh?

Sure, you’d heard of them from the rotating door of visitors that found themselves at Vault 4, but you’d never seen them. While you grew up surrounded by visible mutations, seeing the battlefield of his body was off putting; how a person could survive a patina of burns and patchwork slices without unraveling at the seams was beyond you.

And kind of frightening.

But he took it in stride, introducing himself as Ghoul. Refused to divulge anything else of substance no matter how much you poked and prodded.  His life pre-bomb was a complete mystery filled with plot holes and unanswered questions (which is exactly what he preferred).

You learned to be comfortable with his meandering conversations, and all the words he spoke that said much of nothing. And what you did glean, you did so through observation alone. 

He was alone - had been for a very long time.

He was very old - one of the last of his kind.

And he was, in his own way, very kind - at least by wasteland standards.

“The fuck you doin’?”

Pausing, you stop mid push and hover awkwardly on your hands and knees. The vault suit pulls taut across your hips, pinching behind your knees uncomfortably. Your toes squeak in your shoes, socks thoroughly soaked through with sweat.

It’s been unseasonably hot (or it’s the hormones). Whatever the case, this is the first semi-decent lodging you’ve camped in for weeks, and you’re not about to miss an opportunity to freshen up.

And maybe find a way to soothe the building ache in your tits - flesh swollen tender and nipples rubbed raw.

“I’m just, uh, gonna,” you motion towards the back of the house, the askew bathroom door clinging to its hinges by a corner, “y’know, f-freshen up. See if they don’t still have some water.”

The Ghoul scans you up and down, gimlet-eyed. “S’that so?”

You huff, your knees starting to ache.

Being five months pregnant throws your center of gravity for a loop, the atmosphere weighing extra heavy on your bones. It doesn’t help that the baby’s decided sitting directly on your bladder with a foot tucked under your ribs is the best position.

“Didn’t know I needed permission to take a piss now,” you snipe. Usually, you try to reign in the hormones but the day’s been too long and you’re in pain. Anyone would be a little snippy (right?). “Can I do that on my own or do you need to watch, Mr. Ghoul?”

A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his gaze glinting from beneath the rim of his hat as he tips his head. “Better watch it, sweetheart,” he says. “Otherwise, I might have’ta wash your mouth out with soap.”

Pushing yourself up with a grunt, you determinedly ignore the raspy chuckle that follows as you waddle towards the bathroom. Cussing him out all the while in your mind.

While he’s been ‘nicer’ today - stopping for extra breaks, even packing it in several hours earlier than usual because he noticed how weary you looked - he’s still an asshole.

The toilet’s gone, the tub’s tipped sideways, the linoleum’s cracked, and closing the door sounds like a pack of howling mole rats but its functional. When you catch your reflection in the spider web fractures of the mirror, you grimace.

The wastes have certainly left their mark on you. Gone is the prim-and-proper vault dweller, replaced by a gremlin of a woman Overseer Benjamin would surely scowl at.

A true ‘surfie’ now.

“Great,” you groan, scrubbing a palm over your face. “Just - ugh!”

You’re caked in grime, a steak of dirt smeared across the bridge of your nose. Mysterious stains darken the blue fabric, the golden stripes of your suit an off-putting grey.

Your hair clumps in greasy chunks. You’re glossy with sweat, and while your curves have plumped up over the last few months, you didn’t realize just how much until now.

The vault suit’s always been tight - now it clings and creases in unflattering places. And there’s nothing you can do about it, unless the Ghoul is willing to spare a sewing kit.

You could let the waist out some…

What the hell am I gonna do if he won’t? There’s no way I’ll fit if this baby gets any bigger. Shit, I look like a fucking sausage. Your hand cradles the side of your stomach, stroking over the bump with a frown. This is all your fault, you little parasite.

“You better be so fucking cute - the cutest goddamn baby in the wasteland. Or I will riot.”

Tugging down the zipper over your breasts is heaven, the swollen flesh spilling out of the parting fabric, no longer compressed. It’s almost enough to make you cry as you struggle to tug the lycra off your shoulders, the fabric putting up a fight.

After some awkward contortions that pull uncomfortably at the muscles of your shoulder blades, you manage to wrangle yourself free.

The temptation to burn the stupid goddamn suit is almost too much to resist, but then you’d really be traipsing around the wasteland in the nude and just… no.

Peeling off your undershirt is another story altogether, the soft cotton feeling like sandpaper as it scrapes over sensitive skin. Your nerves tingle with awareness, bolts of pain shooting through your nipples with every shift.

Quick like a bandaid, you think, taking a steadying inhale.

It’s a miracle you don’t scream.

Tears cling to your lashes, your nose running as you toss the shirt to the side with one hand and cradle your chest with the other. Sure, you’ve had tenderness with your period but this kind of pain? A whole new level.

You almost don’t know what to do with yourself.

How is this fair - aren’t you suffering enough?

Sniffling, you peer down at your tits and gingerly cup them with your palms. Swollen hard and warm to the touch; a heavy weight crushing your ribs.

Do I really have to milk myself like a fucking brahmin? Another bolt of lightning crackles through your nerve endings as if in response. Fine. God, this is embarrassing.

Only any attempt at touching your nipples produces pure agony, shards of glass biting into delicate skin.

No matter how slight your touch, no matter how gentle your fingers - it doesn’t work. Leaves you more distraught and in pain than when you began as inflamed nerve endings crackle and burn.

And when the tears truly start, the dam breaks. It’s not long before they drip down your cheeks in fat rivulets, your breath hitching from you in pathetic little exhales.

Your fist shoves against your mouth in an attempt to smother the sounds, teeth sinking into your knuckle until you leave sore indents.

But you should know better, not only does the Ghoul have heightened senses (he’s taunted you constantly with this fact like the asshole he is), but he’s uncannily perceptive in a very annoying way.

You don’t hear the squeal of the door, but you do sense his presence behind you; the rad warm burn of his body as he stops a scant few inches away. You feel his breath against the nape of your neck, the barest brush of his chest as he inhales.

“You ready ta stop bein’ stubborn?” he hums. “I thought I told you not ta wait s’long.”

Your voice warbles from you, “G’way.” You curl into yourself, shoulders hunching as you hang your head. “Don’t need your help.”

The Ghoul snorts. “Cuz you doin’ so well on your own, huh?”

“I resent that.” You shoot him a weak glare, the animosity ruined by the crumble of your lips. “I really, really do.”

You hate always having to rely on him, so desperate to prove that you can take care of yourself only to have every effort to do so thrown back in your face.

Shit, you hate how right Birdie was, “Honey, you won’t last five minutes on your own. Please stay here with us where it’s safe.”

“Well, maybe so. But pickers can’t be choosers, sweetheart,” he shrugs with a languid roll of the shoulders. “Ain’t no use cryin’ over spilled milk. C’mon, the longer you wait, the worse it’s gon be.”

“I just - you don’t understand…”

He reaches around you to set his hat on the sink, the dwindling light of twilight creeping in through the holes in the roof to bathe him in its bloody light.

He looks like a grotesque demon that clawed its way from the depths of hell. It gets your pulse thudding, electric awareness an unwelcome visitor as it roosts behind your navel.

“I understand plenty. Now, let me.”

Not an offer - not really.

More akin to a demand, one wrapped up pretty like a gift. You’ve been here many times before, and while the Ghoul proffers his help under the guise of not wanting to hear your bitching and moaning, the hungry gleam of his eyes as they rake over your face say otherwise.

If it’s one thing you’ve learned in your travels with him, it’s this: he is entirely self-serving. He offers because he wants to suck on a set of pretty tits. If you happen to cream your panties while he does, well, he counts it as a win-win.

Quid pro quo.

And what you hate more than how utterly correct everyone is about life on the surface, is how needy he makes you. How desperate and dumb and dripping he’s got you by the end, drunk off the flick of his tongue and the rasp of his touch.

Because it’s so hard to be strong in the face of pain when the solution is right there; open-palmed.

“...Fine, just don’t - don’t leave marks this time, okay?”

A slow waking smile creaks across his face, and he says, “I ain’t makin’ any promises, sweetheart.”

Your stomach swoops, and your thighs clench.

Shit.

Scarred lips work over tender flesh as a talented tongue flicks and swirls over the bumps of your areola, the tip digging into your nipple and drawing the swollen nub into a hot mouth. You whimper, arms tossed over the Ghoul’s broad shoulders.

Cold ceramic digs into the base of your spine, your body crowded back against the sink as he plasters himself to your front. Cuts off any escape routes and refuses to let you squirm away from the overwhelming sensations as he suckles.

Heavy palms grope at the plush curves of your hips, fingertips digging into the fat.

His lips pop off your nipple with a sticky smack. “Always taste s’fucking good,” he groans against your sternum. “Got the prettiest set a tits in the wasteland.”

“Hnn! N-Not so hard.”

While you say that, you don’t mean it - not really. Your pussy throbs in time with your heartbeat, clit swollen and aching for friction. Your inner thighs are a mess of slick, your vault suit caught around your knees.

He never touches you below the waist directly (some boundaries still exist between you two), but at this point in your pregnancy, you’re so sensitive a gentle breeze could set you off.

“Heh, ain’t you know lyin’s a sin?” he says.

A scarred cheek drags over the swell of your breast, the rasp of rad burn alighting your nerves. Bolts of desire ricochet down your spine, fizzle like Nuka Cola on your tongue. He presses an open mouth kiss to your nipple, his tongue flicking out to massage the tender bud.

At the taste of your skin, his cock twitches where its grinding against your thigh. You feel him through his ragged pinstripe slacks, his shaft a thick line of heat.

It’s probably the hormones (you refuse to admit its anything else) but just the thought of touching him, of sinking down onto his erection - feeling how fucking good he’d stretch you out and fill you up - makes you dizzy.

You pant, your voice distinctly whiny when you say, “Please, d-do something. It still hurts.”

His grin reminds you of the mongrels roaming the wastelands. “Sh,” he hushes you. “I got you, sweetheart.”

The tips of his fingers brush along the side of your swollen stomach. Your heart flips in your chest, your breath catching as he follows the contours of your body, reaching down to brush over the skin of your mound. This is new, he’s never done this before. It’s simultaneously as arousing as it is terrifying.

“Can smell how wet you are for me,” he says, tone low and gruff. “You gonna be a good girl for me, ain’t you?”

“I-”

Then his mouth is slurping at your tit, his teeth biting down on your nipple gently as those strong fingers dip between your thighs. Blunt nails scratch through your pubic hair, a calloused pad swirling circles around your slippery clit. Your hips jump, your head rolling back between your shoulders as a loud moan rips itself from your throat.

You arch back so far your belly presses against the Ghoul’s, your tits smothering his face.

You think, half deliriously, it’s a good thing he doesn’t have a nose otherwise you might’ve broken it.

“Shit, that’s so - oh, fuck, please, please, please!’

Your legs widen to make room for his hand as yours fly up to grab his biceps, nails biting into the rough leather of his duster.

His tongue flutters across your areola. “C’mon, pretty mama, give it ta me.”

“Oh.” Sparks dance behind your eyes, your knees shaking as the Ghoul strokes over your folds, tests your wetness and the give of your cunt as he plays with your entrance. “Right there,” you gasp. “I’m gonna…”

He grunts, tugging on your nipple with his teeth.

The sharp bite of pain shoots through you, deepens the kindling warmth behind your navel that steadily builds and builds and builds. You feel on the very edge, nerves plucked like the keys of a piano.

So close you can taste it.

Then a tingling starts in the tips of your fingers.

Burns its way up your arms to settle in the weight of your chest, pins and needles pricking across the skin of your tits, lancing through the swollen buds of your nipples.

You tremble, the relief bringing tears to your eyes as tears the heaviness releases in a warm flood, your milk letting down to flow into the Ghoul’s eagerly pulling mouth.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he moans, chasing after the taste by nuzzling into your chest. His cock ruts against you. “Took you’re sweet damn time, didn’t you, darlin’?”

Your head spins, hazy thoughts scattering like confetti.

Endorphins simmer through your veins as you float on a cloud of cotton softness. Reality seems worlds away, your vision blurry as you focus on the points of contact between your bodies. The stretch of his fingers plunging into your pussy to stroke over the front wall.

Mouth slack, your hands creep up the Ghoul’s arms to trace over the sides of his neck, watch the dance of your fingers over his skin. “It feels s’good,” you slur. “Please don’t stop - wanna cum just like this.”

“Heh, wouldn’t dream of it.”

[jasmines-library]

for ypur marauders requests could we get a sirius black x reader where its summer and theyre just enjoying their vacation or smth and sirius is like super flirty and maybeeee ge asks her to marry him bcuz he found like an old ring in a shop or smth😭 sry thats super random but i thought itd be cute, thank youuuu!😙

For You, My Dove.

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Note: This is so stinkin cute.

Warnings: some smoochin, mildly suggestive but 100% sfw.

Word Count: 0.9k

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“Love?”

“Hmm?” You rolled over in the sand, smiling sleepily at Sirius who held out a bottle of sunscreen. 

“Come here. You’re going to burn, dove.” 

You scooched over, settling yourself in front of Siri who began to gently massage the sunscreen into your skin. The sun was high in the sky and beat down hard on the sea, warming it and making it shimmer like diamonds. It was sure to leave a nasty burn if you went too long without applying. When he was done, he pressed a long kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest where he then rested his chin atop of your head. The waves crashed against the shoreline noisily and people skipped past, diving in and out of the water or passing by barefoot as the sand sifted between their toes. It was busy, but Siri couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured. Your cheeks flushed and you twisted to face him. “How did I get so lucky?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m serious.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, flashing you one of his signature, charismatic and mischievous grins. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek before leaning in to kiss you, interlocking his lips with yours. Fingers pressing against his chest, you returned the kiss passionately. When Siri finally pulled away, his hand had trailed down to your waist and your free hand had inched to lay on top of it. 

“Don’t entice me, lovey.”

“Oops.”

He chuckled before rising to his feet and outstretching an arm, which you took, before he pulled you to your feet. Dusting off the sand, you glanced at the water. 

Without warning, you took off  towards it. “Race you!” You yelled back at Sirius.

He smirked, chasing after you. The water wasn’t very far away, but Sirius was much taller than you and very, very competitive, so he caught up with you in a few strides. What he did next however caught you completely off guard. Hooking his arm around your waist, he scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder. 

“Siri!” You cried out in surprise, hitting him playfully on the chest as you tried to get him to let you down. But he was set on his intention and was wading further out now, the water lapping at his thighs. 

“Put me down! I’m serious.”

“No…I am.”

“Siri!” You squealed as he continued out into the water before throwing you in. 

When you stood back up, gasping, you made a beeline for him splashing the water at him. “You bastard.”

“Oops.”

He dodged out of the way as you chased him. He retorted with the same childishness, mirroring the pure joy on your face as the pair of you splashed around. 

~

The air had grown cooler now that the sun had set. It wasn’t cold by any means, but there was a nip in the air that made little goosebumps prick up on your skin. Siri noticed this. 

“Chilly, Love?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of the hand you had entwined with his.

After cooling off in the water the two of you decided to venture into the seaside town before grabbing a bite to eat. Each store was unique, full of handcrafted gifts or trinkets that glistened in the light. The two of you spent hours as you marvelled at everything, you had hardly noticed that the sun had begun to set until you deemed it time to walk back along the beach before heading back. It was much quieter now, with most people returning home or into the town for a bite to eat. 

“A little.” You shrugged. The temperature had dropped some, and the breeze was picking up a little; enough to make the trees waltz gently. 

“Here.” He slipped off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. 

“You’ll get cold-” You tried to protest as he removed it. 

“I’ll be fine, Dove. Can’t have you getting cold now, can I? What kind of person would that make me,huh?”

You chuckled. “If you’re sure.”

“Always.” He interlinked his fingers again with yours and the two of you carried on walking until you stopped to take a picture of the sun and how it just simmered above the surface of the sea, surrounded by a plethora of colours. When you turned around to show him the picture, Sirius was on one knee. 

Sirius was nervous. You could see it in his eyes, but he hid it well with that charming look on his face as he gazed up at you. Enclosed in his hands was a black box and inside resting on the plush cushion was a delicate ring. 

“Y/N…” He started, taking your hand in his. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while. From the moment we met I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Your smile, your voice. All of you, you’re engraved within my very soul. And from the moment we met, you’ve always been there for me; through the good and the bad. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m the luckiest wizard alive. Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, your heart swelling. Sirius slipped the ring onto your finger; it fit perfectly as though it had been crafted just for you. When he stood, Siri wrapped you up and pulled you into a kiss. 

“I love you so damn much.” He whispered. 

“And I love you more.”

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Remembering the Forgotten

The Reader revisits the beach that looks up at her dig site. But on this trip, something or someone in the water calls to her. When she answers, who she meets is more ancient than any artifact she’s ever held. And all he wants to do is possess and pleasure her to thier heart’s content.

Pairing: Sea God!Loki x Archaeologist!Reader

Warnings/Promises: cw food mention, bad night-swimming safety, magic, SMUT, oral (female receiving), p in v, shadow tentacle/magic bondage, overstimulation, ritualistic-ish smut, divine sugar baby proposition, mutual pining, bad archaeology humor

Word Count: 5500 (oops)

Note: I had another dig in Cyprus and I got to revisit my favorite beach. Which of course gave me a few ideas. Unlike the reader, I did forget my water shoes. If you ever go to Cyprus, don’t be me. Sorry not sorry for this blatant self-insertion fic I came up with on my last day of the dig. Happy reading!

With squeals of delight, you and your girl friends dashed into the waters. The waters off Kourion beach in Cyprus were barely rippled by waves. Last weekend, with the entire island lacking a breeze, the sea had been as calm as lake water. But this weekend, they managed several soft breaking waves. Which was a wonderful escape from the high temperatures ravaging the summer. And this year, you had not forgotten your swim shoes to combat the pebbles that outlined the beaches like a low defense wall.

And the beach was packed with tourists. And locals. Pooling your money, your little group had snared the last rentable chair and umbrella.

Your friend, Chiara, sighed as she let a wave wash over her shoulders. “This is why we let you talk us into these trips.”

The last of your trio, Lara, re-emerged after dipping her head under the water. “Almost makes all of those visits to your sites worth it.” She spun in place, digging a hole in the sand with her toes. “This is the perfect way to wash off all that sweat we made in Paphos.”

“Hey. I made sure you both wore enough sunscreen. And we all had enough water.” You pouted, a little hurt by Lara’s disdain. “I warned you guys that Paphos was luminous. The Romans loved white stones. Which unfortunately reflects every ounce of sunlight, but it was helpful back before electric light. Some of those stones were dimmed because the Romans also liked to purposefully weather the stone. They thought it gave their structures a worn, domestic look.” You were only a little miffed that both of your friends didn’t enjoy the archaeology of the site as much as you did. Then again, you were the one who dug here. They had to be bribed into this non-dig trip with promises of shopping in Nikosia and Omodos.

Lara dipped her head apologetically. Glancing up at the cliff-face that abutted the coat, she asked, “so where’s your site? Can we see it from here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You pointed from one side to the other. “That white tarp structure on the left is the House of Achilles, named for the mosaic inside. It’s next to the back exit of the site. And right there is where the paragliders take off, off the cliff. The whole stretch here is the city. And there, just right of that dip in the cliff, is my site. Past the curve there is the house of Eustolius, a rich guy who built a bathhouse for the city after the earthquake in the fourth century. But the whole top there is Kourion.”

A rogue wave nearly topped the three of you, making you all laugh even as you sputtered around the salt water. When the water leveled out, you could touch bottom again. The sand under your toes was soft and completely devoid of seashells.

Chiara looked back to watch for more rogues. “That’s still cool that you worked here. Have you ever thought about moving to the island? You obviously love it here. With so many museums, and all your professor’s connections, you could probably get a job. Easy.”

You dipped your head underwater to delay your response. This topic was a secret sore spot. “I don’t really have the personal credentials for the museums around here. My Greek is tolerable.”

“But it would get better the longer you’re here,” Lara added. She jumped with you as a wave rolled through.

“Perhaps. But,” you licked your salty lips, “I’m not a fan of the schmoozing you have to do at events. I would like a museum lab job. But not if it requires me to make… appearances. Makes me feel like I’m an animal in a zoo.”

“That’s fair.” As a preacher’s kid, Chiara knew what it was like to be constantly on display. Never able to step out of line in case it reflected bad on her dad. “Maybe we can find you a rich British guy who wants to vacation here permanently.”

You all giggled at that. Almost like they had been summoned, a group of three guys waved and hooted at your trio. It made you all burst out laughing. But before they could swim close, you all took off over the waves for “deeper” water. Being Kourion, the water didn’t actually get deeper. But definitely further from the shore.

Chiara didn’t let the subject go. “Come on. You’ve joked that a good, arranged marriage would be excellent for your school’s archaeology department.”

“Yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I’m more likely to get hit on by a Russian than a Brit here.”

Lara gracefully drifted the conversation to something less embarrassing for you. She and Chiara began to plan the next shopping adventure.

But your focus had been stolen. Further out, near the line of buoys that kept people from swimming out to sea, you could see a man. His dark hair stood out against the bright horizon. The longer you looked at him, the stronger you could feel the current pulling at your legs.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You turned back to your friends, barely noticing the sudden drop in current. “What?”

“Are there any sites you want to see around Famagusta?”

“Yes… but we’re not going to Famagusta.”

“Why not?”

“It’s in the North!” While you re-gave them a quick history of the island and it’s split into more-or-less two countries, you could feel eyes prickling over your skin. When you looked into deeper water, you could have sworn that your dark-haired man was joined by someone with hair like the sun. But then Chiara was dragging you all back towards the shore for gelato.

A wave swelled up from out of nowhere, quickly overtaking your trio. It wasn’t a rogue. But it’s undertow fought your arms paddling in the opposite direction. Like the sea wanted you not only to stay in the water. But to go out deeper.

Which was ridiculous.

All the same, as the three of you crossed the small stones to the hot sand, something from the water called to you. You looked back. Your dark-haired mystery was gone.

***

 “Why can’t I have her?” Loki slipped outside the buoys to the deep-water side. From there, nobody on the beach would be able to see them. While the mortals had put the line there as a deterrent for swimmers, he had applied magic to the rope long ago. “Brother, it has been a long time since I called a mortal to me. I have been patiently waiting.”

At his side, Thor crossed his arms. “These days are not like the old ones. The mortals will miss her. We can no longer take who we want while their families consider it a blessing. Now they send boats and pray to younger gods.” He followed Loki’s gaze in your direction. “Forget her, brother. Like you have all others.”

Loki nodded, even if that last statement was wrong.

Sure that you were far out of his brother’s mind, Thor dipped under the waters and swam out to sea.

But the dark-haired god lingered. With his magic, he could see you clearly sitting under that gaudy umbrella. He could smell the sweet sugar of your gelato. The warmth of the sun on your skin was cooled by the shade. He could taste each remaining rivlet of saltwater running down your arms and legs.

Loki leaned over the buoy. “Look at me,” he willed. After an eternity of seconds, you did. He knew you’d barely be able to see him over the waves and the glare of the sun. But he saw your head tilt to one side; curious.

He willed toward you another command. There wasn’t a chance that you’d swim out that second. But he could wait. He could relax under the waves until you stepped back into his domain, called by his silent whisper in your ear.

“Come back to me.”

***

Nightlife on Kourion beach was less stressful than the daytime. With the sun gone, the waves took on a foreboding warning. The only light on the waters came from the few restaurants sitting on the sand. Your trio was sat at the more expensive one in the middle. Next to your morning’s umbrella. This was also the one with the good gelato and other sweets behind display glass.

Chiara and Lara were happily munching on their desserts. You hadn’t ordered one. Instead, you were content to stare off into the waves, counting the stars that glimmered overhead.

The waves still called to you. Their relaxing pulse and crash pulled on you like a current, or like a string attached to your chest. You made up your mind.

“I’m going for a swim.”

Startled, Lara looked out into the waters. “Are you sure? It’s going to be really dark out there.”

You stood, shedding your wrap-around skirt and folding it over the back of your chair. “I’ll stay where you can see me. I promise.”

With the drop of the sun, the sand was cool under your toes. The water was pleasantly warm. Without your water shoes, you gingerly crossed the stones. Stepping into the sand on the other side was a relief. And further out, you could swim in waters less choppy than that morning.

Then you kept swimming out. And further. And further.

Looking back, you could still see your friends as if you’d never left the stones. And you could steadily stand on the perfectly smooth sand beneath the water. You could walk. Calmly, watching the stars and the shore, you kept walking backwards completely oblivious to how far out you were.

Until your shoulder blades bumped into the buoys.

“Hello.”

With a start, you dove into the water to swim away. But when you came up for air, you hadn’t moved.

The dark-haired man on the other side of the rope slid his eyes over you. They were bright, the same color as the Mediterranean on a sunny day. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I’m not sure what else you’d thought would happen. Poppin’ up outta the ocean like that.” Your heart thundered in your ears. The gentle movement of the water circled around you until you were calm again. “What are you doing out this far? In the dark?”

He grinned, dipping his head to face the water. “I was… I was waiting for you.” His eyes glanced over your lips. “The sea called to you, didn’t it? That’s why you came this deep. In the dark.”

For a split second, you considered diving under the waves to swim away again. But something about him… you had a feeling you would make it about as far as last time. “Who are you?”

Again, he grinned. This time, he kept eye-level with you. His canines were curved and sharp, like the teeth of a barracuda. He took your hand as you shivered. “I am known as Loki.” His hand, shimmery with salt water and the hint of scales, dragged you closer to the buoy. He kissed over your knuckles. “And you have nothing to fear with me.”

His kiss left your skin tingling. With a start, you realized why you had been so drawn to him that morning. “You… you visited my dig. Last season.” The tall, suited man. You had thought it odd for someone to wear so much black in so high a heat. But the kiss he laid on your knuckles was the same. The current of him was the same. As were his eyes.

Loki glanced back over the deeper call of the sea. “That – that I did. Though I would appreciate you not repeating it. I’m… I’m not supposed to visit land.” The water shuddered around him. “But, yes. We have met before. I was enchanted by you, Y/N. On land, I couldn’t call you to me. But when you and your friends came back to my beach,” he nodded, “I don’t usually believe in luck. Today has altered my perception.”

Your perception was changed too. The scales. The teeth. You should have been terrified. Instead, every word he said swam around your head like a sweet perfume. And like perfume, even if you did manage to get away, his thrall would linger. “Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“Because, I’m – I’m just—”

“Just you?” Before you realized what he was doing, the rope of the buoy drifted away, and he tugged you closer to his chest. The rope closed back behind you. “Just you: the archaeologist. The one who remembers the forgotten. Who gives stories to the lost. A woman who sees through dust and grime the beauty of the ancient and shares it with this new world.” He trailed his fingers across your forehead. “You chose this lonesome life.”

You started and reached back for the rope. When had it gotten so far away? “I am not lonesome. There was a whole crew up there with the same skills.”

Loki reached out, detangling your hand from the rope like a parent would their child from a sweet. “You saw things they didn’t.”

“It was my unit. My square of dirt to uncover. It’s my job to see things they don’t.”

His face drifted closer to yours. “But your view is unique.” Nose to nose, he smelled salty sweet. His grip moved further up your arm, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. “Let me show you ‘why you.’ Let me show you a unique view.”

This was crazy. He was probably dangerous. But, the scientist side of your heart, the one always yearning to learnt he unknown, wanted to see how this would play out. You wanted to know that ‘unique view.’

He smiled as you nodded.

The rope drifted further away.

“Wait!”

Loki stopped.

“I need… promise me that you will return me to my friends.”

“I promise: I will return you to your friends.” His words made the still waters ripple. The same way water echoes around a crocodile as it calls its mate.

“Whole and in one piece.”

His smile deepened. “I promise: I will return you to your friends. Whole, and in one piece.”

When the water stopped rippling, his arms wrapped around your waist. Above you, the stars barely moved. Around you, the water dragged on you like the wake of a large ship. The next time you blinked, Kourion beach was gone. In front of you, a large white stone, shaped like a clamshell, stuck up out of the water. The final steppingstone in a trio from the beach.

“That’s,” you gasped, “that’s Aphrodite’s rock.” You pushed him away to spin around. “But- but that’s two hours down the coast!” When you swam back into his space, you noticed dark tendrils surrounding his shadow under the water. “Who are you?”

“I am Loki.”

“Loki… what are you?”

He circled his thumbs over your shoulders while he looked out to sea. “I am the forgotten. The story-less. Will,” he whispered, “will you remember me, Y/N?”

The eyes that bored into you were more green than blue. And they were filled with so much desperation that your chest ached. You slid your hands up his bare arms to his shoulders. You rubbed your thumbs into his skin, mirroring the movement that he had stilled. “But… Aphrodite. Isn’t this her… her territory?”

He chuckled. Giving you gentle push, the water moved out of the way until your back was against the rough rock. “She won’t mind. We’re just borrowing it.”

You reached up to cup his face. This was crazy. He was acting as if… as if he was some sort of god. Long forgotten. Maybe he was. Who knew who all the ancients worshiped? How many temples and high places had gone missing through the millennia? In your own excavated villa… it was missing ninety percent of its painted frescos. All that lost data.

He was asking you to remember him.

“I don’t know if I can remember you.” Your lips trembled with shuddered breaths as he moved closer. His chest was warm under your hands. “I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or not. If I wake up—”

“Why does it matter if this is a dream?” He ran his nose along your cheek. “Are you willing to dream it? To dream it with this ancient artifact?”

You grinned, mirroring his movement with your nose and his cheek. “Old? You don’t look a day over nine hundred.”

“Why thank you.”

As he spun with you in his arms, you laughed. He laid you on a flat place on the rock that jutted out into the water. The waves were picking up. They drifted over your chest, your breasts sticking half above and below their touch.

Biting your lip, you ran your fingers through his dark hair. “You know, they say if you swim around this rock seven times… Aphrodite blesses you with her beauty.”

“You don’t need such a blessing.” Loki crawled over top of you, kissing your forehead. “And you’ve been talking to a younger crowd. The older story is that she re-grants you your virginity for swimming around. Will you want such a blessing after tonight with me?” His mouth fell open as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. His heaving breath said he could taste the salt on your lips.

“Depending on how this goes…” you arched your chest up into his. “Seven laps won’t do the trick. And, if I am to remember you… why would I need the blessing?”

Eyes glowing, you couldn’t tell whether it was with moon light or desire, Loki dipped his head to press a deep kiss against your lips. Your whole body responded. Immediately, your hands dug into the soft skin of his back. Your legs wrapped around him, tangling you two together like old lovers. When he kissed the under curve of your neck, his sharp teeth dragging over the sensitive skin, you trembled.

Was this a trick? Had he brought you here to drain you?

“You have nothing to fear from me, Y/N.” Loki kneaded his hands over your breasts. His body rocked into yours like a beginning storm. He whispered, “nothing to fear.” With a snap, your swimsuit was gone. Which left more of your skin to slide against his. The soft scales that covered his body made him look like he was filled with moonlight. Their edges caught at your skin like thousands of tiny kisses.

And you could feel him.

His length laid across your lower tummy. You hesitated to look down at it. Chiara’s spicy books had nothing on the heat and weight of it. The weight of him, ready for you. Waiting who knows how long for your return so he could have you. You felt precious. Like a beloved artifact newly found.

You cried out as his fingers curled into you. Out to sea, the waves crashed higher and higher. As did your pleasure. Loki sucked deeply at the valley between your breasts. You arched into his taste and ground down into his touch. Impossible as it was, you felt more than his two pairs of hands traveling across your skin exposed to the water. You thought about the tendril shadows you’d seen. Your definition of impossible was changing by the second. Especially when Loki mouthed at the side of your breast, then licked your nipple into his mouth. You were receiving lovemaking from a god. Your mind spun.

Digging a hand into his hair, attempting to move him as you liked failed. Loki knew what you needed. How, you didn’t care. But his fingers curled when you needed. They scissored you open in time with your gasps and moans. And his thumb circled your clit before you could begin to beg. But you begged anyway. Here was a god. Pinning you down to a goddess’s rock in the middle of the night. You begged for more. More of him. You wanted to feel him. Wanted to be full with him.

“All in due time, my love.” He kissed you deeply, darting his tongue between your teeth to taste more of your mouth. “I need to prepare you.”

“I’m ready. Please. Fill me. Fuck me. I’m yours, Loki. Please.”

He growled. The rumble pressed into your chest, making your thighs tremble around his hips. Curling his fingers rougher, Loki hummed with delight as your slick seeped into the sea around his touch. He slid back into the water, disappearing underneath it. But he dragged your waist further down the rock, until your hips were underwater too. Only then did he dip his tongue into your heat. You cried out to the empty night sky as he ravaged you with his long tongue. Fingers and tongue toying with your walls and your clit, your vision blurred quickly. His tendrils pinned down your writhing hips before you could crawl away from him.

And he kept going. Through a second and a third of your release. The sharp teeth at the edges of his mouth teased with danger. When he finally brought his head up out of the water, he stared you down like a creature untamed. His green eyes shined like back-lit emeralds. He placed his hands on your tummy and rested his chin there.

“Do you still want more, mortal?”

Despite a voice screaming in the back of your head that you’d had plenty… your body begged louder for more. Every cell was alight. Every nerve ending crackled with desire for what Loki was offering.

You reached for him. His fingers tangled with yours. Leaning up, he pinned your hands to the rock on either side of your head. He kissed your forehead while his cock rutted into your sex.

“That wasn’t an answer, my love. I need an answer. Or perhaps you’d like me to take you back to your friends already?”

Frantic, you shook your head. “Please. Fill me. Loki… need you.”

“Of course.”

Despite your whimpered pleas, Loki entered you slowly. You breathed out one breath in time with his thrust. And had to inhale for another. The drag of him teased with your sensitivity. With a final thrust that Loki groaned through, you came again. Your hands clawed the air, still pinned down high above your head. Loki panted. He watched your face as it contorted in pleasure. His scales rippled as your sounds washed over him.

“I could keep you forever,” he murmured.

Was that a threat or a promise?

He didn’t give you time to consider it either way. Fully seated, he refused to move. Instead, his fingers slowly circled your clit. The stars disappeared from your sight as you closed your eyes. Pinned down by your wrists in his other hand, you did your best to roll your hips to inspire him to move. But dark shadows wrapped around your thighs. They pulled your thighs away from Loki’s waist, spreading you open and capturing your movements. Loki increased the speed of his fingers. Unable to move, your voice made up for the difference. You cried out his name, Begging. Pleading. For what, you could never specify. But he understood. Loki gaze focused on the place where your bodies connected. A few moments later, he watched your body spasm around him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, making him moan.

“Only a few more to go.”

“What?” You opened your eyes. Under the starlight, you barely saw the tendrils dart through the water. But you felt them. You felt them wrap around every inch of you that was possible of shifting or arching. They took hold of your wrists, pinning them together. A few wrapped around your waist, pressing you into the rock. More crisscrossed over your chest, between your breasts, squeezing them and pinning down your torso. Within seconds, you couldn’t move a muscle. Except for the ones currently wrapped around a god.

Loki slid his hands up the underside of your thighs. “Look at you,” he purred. His thumbs smoothed just shy of holding open your lower lips. “Gorgeous and spread out, just for me.  My brother be damned.” He thrust once, joining your cry with his own. “All mine.”

Every movement was his own. You could do nothing. Except make every sound that your body willed. Pinned as you were, it heightened every in and out. Every delicate tracing of his fingertips across your skin was like fire. And you were very willing to burn. Or drown. The water crashed against you with the same force as his hips. A tendril kept your head above water. But as Loki’s pace stuttered and faltered, the shadows lost their strength.

You whimpered, “cum with me. Loki, let go.”

“Not yet.” He restarted a steady pace.

“Why not?”

“You’ll see. It’s part of the view.”

The view. The only unique view you cared about at this point was how Loki, your great god of the sea, looked like he was about two seconds from going feral sea monster on you. His eyes were wild and wide. Like he could see every tremble and tremor of your body. His breath stuttered as if he could feel your crashing pleasure like earthquakes. Your eyes crossed, blurring your vision of him. But that was part of the view too. As pleasure once again crested over your body, Loki’s grip tightened around you everywhere. His reaction was a mirror of what you were doing to him.

As your body came down from it’s high, the tendrils lightly squeezed and massaged. You fought to catch your breath. When you opened your eyes, Loki was panting above you. He cupped your face in his hand, pleased when you pressed your cheek into his palm.

“Can you give me one more, love?”

“Oh, Loki…”

“Just one more. I know you can. You’re doing wonderfully.” With a flick of his wrist, the tendrils moved away until you could only feel him. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. The mixture of salt from the sea and your sweat made his mind spin. Quickly, he gripped the base of his cock. Still impaled within you, the fluttering of your walls kept him on edge. “Just one more. And then you’ll be mine.”

A smidgen of clarity tugged at your mind. “What?” What was he doing to you?

“One more, Y/N. Then all will be revealed.”

Finally free, you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. It brought Loki close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. It made you breathless, his last first drag out of your sex. When he slammed home within you, his shout rang against the stone under your head. Yours traveled to echo against the sky. You felt blissfully numb. With so much thrumming of your nerves and how worn out your pussy was, you were about ready to pass out into your deepest sleep ever.

“Give me one more, Y/N. Can you feel it? How perfectly you fit into my arms? How every pulse and beat of your heart matches mine? Can you see it? How well we fit together?” Loki gripped your chin, making you refocus on his face. “Please. Stay with me.”

Something about his tone told you the plea wasn’t just for tonight.

Then he was moving like the sea in a hurricane and you couldn’t think. Your hands clambered to feel him everywhere. Your thighs tightened around his hips. Your legs wrapped around him, locked closed at your ankles. He had pinned you into place. Now it was your turn.

He moaned as your nails dragged down his back. Panting and falling forward, Loki glared at you with a smile as you clamped your walls around his length. He kneaded your breasts in retaliation. Pinching your nipples between his fingers, he tugged on them to guide your body into an arch. It deepened the reach of his cock. Delighted, he wrapped an arm under the small of your back as you wailed his name. He could feel your release coming. And this time, he had no desire to hold back on his own.

“Come with me, Loki.” You ran your trembling thumb across his cheek. “Make me yours.”

“Yes, my love.”

The waves crashed against the rock around you. Gently misted with sea foam, you finally smiled as Loki filled you. The rush and heat of his release sent you spiraling into an orgasm of your own.

Loki continued to thrust, chasing the final sparks of pleasure. When he finally stopped, he gently pushed your sweat-stuck locks of hair off your face. He kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes under the tenderness of it.

When you reopened them, Loki had you stretched out on your own square of soft sand on Aphrodite’s pebble beach. He stretched out beside you, finally giving you the view of his whole form. His fingertips ran up and down your arm. You splayed out your hand on the sand, steadying yourself. How many times had he made you cum?

“Seven.”

“Hmm?”

He grinned. “One orgasm for each magic lap you could have taken.” Laughing with you, he especially watched some beads of water pool in the hollow of your throat as you laid back. “Stay with me.”

“Loki—”

“You will want for nothing. While I am mostly confined to the water, on land you will have everything you need. You can do archaeology year-round, if you want. Or only once a year. I can arrange everything. You need not struggle with finding a place to belong. You won’t have to… how did you put it? Schmoozing.”

You laughed, but felt a weight grow in your chest.

“The mortals are building new villas near here. You can pick one out. They’re an area that’s going to be called Aphrodite’s Hills.” He scoffed. “Since when do gods stay in the place of their birth? I can assure you, the one they sometimes call Zeus does not visit Crete.”

“Loki… I can’t.”

He froze, staring up at you. “Why?”

“For starters… you promised to take me back to my friends.”

His body shuddered. “Whole. And in one piece.”

“Yes.” You licked your lips. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I need – I don’t know what I need.”

Loki took back his touch. He dragged his finger through the sand instead, carving runes and spirals into the granules. “You’re not leaving for a while yet, right?”

“We leave a week from tomorrow.”

He nodded. As his voice stuttered, his eyes bored into yours. Begging. “Then think about it. You don’t have to decide right now. But… before you leave, visit the beach. Any beach. And bring me an answer.” He looked back down at the sand. “Even if it’s no.”

You curled your finger under his chin, guiding him to look at you. “I will.”

It only took a minute to give you back your swimsuit and return you to Kourion beach. The glow of the restaurant illuminated your friends in the distance.  Loki held you close and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Come back to me,” he whispered.

“I will.” You kissed him back. It took everything within you to pull away. “And no matter what happens… I will not forget you, Loki.”

He smiled, dipping his head before he could overwhelm you with how much he didn’t want you to leave. You drifted away, back under the buoys. With a nod, he sent a wave that carried you back to the beach. When you looked back, he was gone.

Lara waved as you walked out of the water. “There you are. We lost sight of you for a second when the waves got big.” As you joined them at the table, she shrugged. “Still not much of a swim. You were only out for, what, five minutes. Was it too dark and scary out there?”

Five… five minutes?

Chiara interrupted, “hey, we were just talking: you sometimes lick pottery to see if it’s glazed right?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the oldest thing you’ve licked?”

You stammered, trying to think while your body was trying to recover from your divine experience. “Um, two- no. Three… thousand years old. My first dig was in the Levant. An Iron age site. I couldn’t tell pottery from bone. Bone sticks to your tongue while ceramic doesn’t—”

Lara laughed. “The oldest thing you’ve licked was three thousand years old. Damn! Would make a good t-shirt: I lick ancient things. Am I an archaeologist or did I go down on the old gods?”

Slapping at her shoulder with a giggle, Chiara urged her to be quiet as the people at a neighboring table looked over. But you were too busy thinking to notice. If you took up Loki’s offer, perhaps you could be one archaeologist who could boast of having done both.

*** An earlier trip to Cyprus: Aphrodite’s Rock (S, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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Other Loki Fics:

When in Paris (S, AR)

Sweet Revenge (S)

To Love the Sea:  Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Master] (S, complete)

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Friday Night

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song inspiration: T.G.I.F. by Katy Perry)

Suggestive you and Nanami😉

Images replayed in your head. At least as much as you can actually remember. You finally opened your eyes and it really woke you up when you found a stranger sleeping next to you.

“Kento-kun! Take another shot!” Nanami shook his head but you were persistent. You gave him puppy dog eyes and boy oh boy did he become a sucker for those eyes.

“Fine,” he said, trying to sound irritating but you saw right through him. You two clinked shot glasses before downing the drink.

“Kento…” you whispered. His blonde hair was disheveled, reaching down to his eyes. He was topless and you were so focused on him that you almost didn’t realize you were lying naked next to him. You blushed hard.

The two of you were mindlessly drunk. You ended up getting kicked out of the bar and Nanami decided to followed you. The two of you drank some more down the boardwalk. He paid for your drinks this time. The two of you were at the beach. You wiggled your toes, squishing them in the soft sand.

“Kento-kun,” you called playfully. Nanami looked at you. His eyes widened when you stripped out of your clothes. “Come catch me!”

You then ran to the water. Nanami stripped out of his clothes before chasing after you. You were waist deep in the water when Nanami held you by the waist. He spun you around. You laughed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and cupped his face. The moonlight shined on you two. He stared at your face and then his eyes trailed down to your body. He is horny. He held the back of your head and slammed your lips to his.

“Oh god!” you exclaimed and sat up. You heard a groan and you covered your mouth. ‘Oops,’ you thought, feeling guilty that you woke him up from his slumber. Nanami slowly opened his eyes.

“Good morning,” he greeted. His voice was quiet, deep, and hoarse. You swallowed a lump in your throat. You couldn’t help but find him extremely handsome and sexy in the morning. “Come here.” You easily obliged and let Nanami wrap his arm around your waist. He pulled you close to him. You could feel him poking you.

“Do-Do you remember everything from last night?” you asked quietly. You looked at him and you saw a smile form on his face.

“Are you usually this quiet?” he asked curiously. You nodded. “Didn’t seem like it last night. I hope you know you maxed out your credit card.”

“I-I know.”

“And you wouldn’t stop dancing on the counter tops and tables that got kicked out.” You blushed and avoided his eyes shyly. Nananmi smirked. “And that you skinny dipped in the ocean. And I joined you. And we had sex under the boardwalk and had sex when we came in here.”

“You do remember,” you mumbled. You got so shy. Nanami found you cute when you hid your face in his chest. Nanami kissed your forehead. “Sorry I dragged you into this.” Nanami shook his head and smiled at you again. He cupped your face with his free hand.

“Honestly, one of the best nights I had in a while. You made me do things I normally wouldn’t do.”

“Like what?” Nanami playfully pondered for a moment before answering.

“Skinny dipping. Sex with a stranger. Probably everything last night.”

“Oh my gosh…” You hid your face again but Nanami made you look up at him when he cupped a side of your face.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“You’re going to kill me,” you said cutely. Nanami smiled. He leaned in and kissed you again.

“How about an all day date today. We can learn more about each other. Then we’ll see if I am a killer or not.”

“I-I meant that you’re going to kill me with those compliments, your face, those eyes, and smile of yours. I’m shutting up now.” You were rambling at this point and you couldn’t stop the heat creeping throughout your body. Nanami couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re very cute. I wonder what else you are,” he said.

“What did you come up with so far?” you asked curiously.

“Beautiful, cute, sexy, fun, shy, outgoing drunk, and lovely.”

“Shouldn’t annoying be in that list.”

“You’re right, annoying as well.” You couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “Now, help take care of me and I will show you a sober day to remember.” You nodded and cupped his face to crush his lips to yours. Definitely a morning for you to remember.

[revasserium]

Happy birthday Rain! I hope you had a good time. For your drabble event, i'd like to ask for a beach day with Shouyou, please.

rain's b-day event!

sun's out

hinata shouyou; fluff (breath of spice)

He is made for the sun, all his immutable brilliance made even more so by the summertime shine — sweat-slicked skin and sand-speckled hair, the ocean breeze brushing by his saltine cheeks like a lover’s caress.

“Al-right!” his voice carries over the languid rush of waves, his shades glancing off the light as he dives for a ball, laughing as it lands just out of bounds. You smile and wave as Hinata catches your eye and springs back to his feet, begging off the pickup game to jog over to you, plopping down in the sun-warmed sand, grinning as he leans in under the beach umbrella to drop a kiss to your cheek.

“Shou!” you giggle, trying vainly to brush off the small tsunami of sand that shakes loose from his hair.

“Oops,” he smiles, dusting off his cap before dropping it onto the towel next to your feet.

“Having fun?” you ask, stretching out your toes till they inch passed the thick line of shade cast by the umbrella. You wiggle them in the bright mid-day sun. A second later, Hinata joins you, stretching out by your side, his feet nudging yours. You amuse yourselves for a few seconds with a toe-war, Hinata eking out a last minute victory when he reaches out and tugs you into his lap, locking his ankles over yours.

“Hey! No fair!” you wiggle in his grasp, but he only laughs, nuzzling into your neck.

“You smell nice,” he says, his voice rumbling through his chest.

“I smell like sunscreen,” you say, though a shiver’s already working it’s way down your spine.

“You smell kinda like coconut icecream,” he says, and you distinctly feel the warm of his breath as it ghosts along your neck.

“S-Shou —”

“And I love coconut icrecream.”

You bite back a whimper as you feel his teeth sink into the soft juncture of your neck and shoulders, your entire body going liquid in his arms. He chuckles, shifting you in his lap.

“Y-you’re gonna get sand in your mouth…” you protest again, weakly.

Hinata pulls away with a bright laugh.

“C’mon, let’s go back to the hotel for a shower.”

“H-huh?” you blink as he jumps up, dusting himself off before offering you a hand, “didn’t you want to spend the day on the beach?”

“Yeah! But it’s still early, and we can always come back out later!”

“Then… what do you want to do back at the hotel?” you ask, though based on the heat pricking into your cheeks, you have a decent idea.

Hinata glances up at you with a dark, delighted glint behind his eyes, his tongue tracing a tantalizing line across his bottom lip.

“To shower, and then…” he tugs you towards him, his palm resting on the plush of your hips before his fingers inch down to dig into your ass, “I think I’m gonna have some icecream.”

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Since I'm all for IkeRev and I'm all for the sapphics... Hope I still can request this! WLW Bodyguard AU featuring Genderbent!Oliver who has to constantly save baka MC because she's so naive she gives her a constant headache.

Whoops, I had a field day with this one. I couldn't help it, the prompt was too good 😭❤ Thank you anon, hope you like it!!

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love creative challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀�� ┅┅┅genderbent!Oliver x Alice

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

"A-LI-CE!"

Olivia calls out with hands cupped around her mouth, hoping the airhead would finally, finally hear her.

Accepting her offer to go to the beach was the absolute worst idea, yet she still fell for those pleading large blue eyes. "I'll be safe because you, my bodyguard, will be there with me, Olivia!" "Magical Disciples don't go to the beach, Olivia!"

Olivia gives up on shouting, resorting to rubbing the bridge of her nose in vain attempts to soothe her headache instead. At least the sun just has set which means that 1) being in her adult form means she can finally reach Alice's head to give it a deserving bonk 2) the beach is getting emptier! somewhat. Screw those late-beach enjoyers still making the Alice search harder.

Olivia recalls all the trouble she had to go through to keep Alice safe today.

***

"Okay, I found the sunscreen. Alice, turn your back to me so I can- Alice? Alice?!"

Olivia turns to see Alice three beach towels away from their spot, talking with a very suspicious person.

"Eh? Mister, why are you dressed in black from head to toe at the beach? Did you forget your sunscreen? My friend Olivia has some, I'll go get it-"

Olivia strides fast on the scorching hot sand to snatch Alice back to safety. "We don't have any. We used it all up. Goodbye."

***

"Here is your ball. Be careful next time, kiddos."

After retrieving some kids' beachball, Olivia turns to where Alice was relaxing on a floatie just a second ago - only to find out she's nowhere in sight.

"Alice? Alice?!"

Sheltering her sight from the sun, Olivia spots Alice drifting away in the water far from everyone else.

"AAAGHH!"

***

Breathing heavily from carrying the weight of the sand bucket, Olivia finally returns from the shore where she collected wet sand for Alice's project of building a sand version of their little house where they live together with Blanca.

"Haaah... Alice... here you go-WHAT THE-"

"Oliviaaa! Look at me! The Mister in black and his friend offered to bury me in the sand!"

"AAAAAAA"

***

Many such cases. Olivia wishes to forget all about them by the time their beach episode day is over. She tries calling out once more, eyes scanning in every direction in front of her.

"A-LI-CEEE!!"

"Olivia, there you are! I was looking for someone shorter, oops! I guess the sun has set, huh..."

Startled, Olivia turns around to see that Alice has approached from behind. She's never going to get used to Alice's unique ability to pop out of thin air and disappear in the same fashion. But, after all, she did fall quite literally from the sky one day.

"There you are, baka Alice! Where were you?"

"I bought ice cream! I'm sorry, did you want some?"

"No thank you. Where did you even buy this?"

"Over there! From a stand named Magic Ice Tower...eh? It's gone..."

Olivia slaps the ice cream cone out of Alice's hand and into the ground before she can take a lick from it.

"Seriously, baka Alice! I can't believe what a disaster you are at taking care of yourself. Next time instead of a straw hat, I'll make you a helmet."

Getting her hat pushed down until it covers her eyes, Alice makes a troubled, pouty sound as a reaction to being bullied like that.

"As long as you make it, I'm sure it will be cute, so I'll wear it anyway! I had such a fun day today. Let's go home, Olivia!"

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[swanmaids]

for the @yearoftheotpevent prompt ‘make me’, for march

Elwing stretched out her legs and dug her toes into the sand, setting aside her hand-loom in order to watch Earendil better.

It was good to see him smile as he worked. Now, watching him as the sun lit up his golden head from behind, as he stood amidst the skeleton of what would be his ship- now, he shone. Were she a more sentimental person, she may have thought that he resembled a maiar made flesh, or that he had been bathing in the light of the Trees that she would never see. But those flowerly descriptions were more Earendil’s style than hers. As it was, she simply thought- he’s so beautiful. I’m so in love with him.

She had not fallen in love. Rather, it had grown in her; after fourteen years of salt-tinged and sun-bleached days together, she was content that there was nobody else that she wanted to spend the rest of them with.

She pushed herself to her feet and stretched her arms over her head. Barefoot she could walk, catlike, right behind Earendil and not be heard. Silently she made her way towards him, and wound her arms around his waist from behind.

He turned in her arms towards her, giving that beaming smile.

“Foam Flower! Beloved, I missed you.”

She smiled back. “I was less than fifty yards away!” Then she laughed and released him. “Perhaps you are too absorbed in your work, sailor, and we shall have to find you a distraction.” She reached down and snatched up the small chisel he had been working with, dancing backwards with it. “Oops! Mine now!”

“Hey!” He said, but there was no anger in his voice. “I was using that.”

She held the chisel over her head- being half a head taller than her husband herself, he would not reach it. “If you want it back, you’ve got to make me give it to you.”

A raised eyebrow. “And how shall I do that, my love?”

“The price is not steep.” She said, “One kiss.”

“That,” he said softly, “I will give you freely.”

He stepped forward and took her around the waist with those strong hands that she loved so well, pressing back against one of the beams. His lips, salt-chapped yet still somehow soft, met hers, and the rest of the world fell away for a moment as they kissed. She hooked her own arms around his back, chisel still clutched in one hand, and held him close. They broke apart for air, and kissed again.

“Your prize, sailor,” she said when they broke apart for a final time, pressing the chisel back into his hand.

Earendil grinned at her. “My thanks! But now-” he stretched up on his toes and pulled the large hairpin from her head, her hair cascading down to her waist. “Oops! Too slow. But I’ll ransom it back for a very low cost...”

Laughing, she fell back into his arms.

The ship remained unfinished for another day.

[sprinklez-sparklez]

♥️ Kyman Week | Day 6 💚

☀️ First Trip + Middle Age ☀️

I’m a day late to post this oops. 😅

These two dumb old men deserve a peaceful honeymoon on the beach.

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The wind was breezing through the area, the waves were gliding across the sand, and the sky was a beautiful shade of purple and pink hues. Cartman was sitting down, taking notice of how peaceful everything looked and how barely anyone was around at this time of day. Cartman was glad that he was able to get hotel reservations for him and his husband for their honeymoon. It took a while but that didn’t matter. What matters is that they’re here on this serene beach. At least Cartman is. Where the hell is Kyle? He said he would be back in 10 minutes.

He then heard footsteps coming from behind him. Took him long enough.

“Hey.” Kyle greeted as he sat down next to his husband.

“Hey.” Cartman greeted back with a soft smile.

“Missed me?” Kyle scooted closer as he placed a hand on Cartman’s shoulder. “Just a little.” Cartman replied. “Okay a lot.” Kyle let out a small grin. “Well I’m here now babe.” The pair looked out to stare at the waves that were big, the water almost touched their toes. “God. This beach is beautiful. You chose a good place for our honeymoon.” Cartman turned and replied, “Well you know me, I always have the best ideas.” He smirked. Kyle replied with a snort. “Ha! Sure you do.”

“Hey at least be grateful that we were able to go to one of the most beautiful beaches in the world!” Cartman pushed Kyle back. “I am grateful you dumbass.” Kyle got off his husband’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “And I’m also grateful that I have you here with me. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Cartman smiled shyly at Kyle’s words. After gazing into each other’s eyes, the two shared a soft kiss to the lips. “Wanna go into the water for a little bit?” Kyle whispered flirtingly in Cartman’s ear. This caused Cartman’s face to turn red. He chuckled. “Maybe later, right now, I want to stay here with my little monster.” Kyle got even closer. “Well if that’s what you want then fine by me.” Soon, the couple started to kiss again. As they kissed, the sun started to set and the stars started to appear. It was a beautiful sight indeed.

[orangez3st]

Dream Currents

Captain Rex × OFC Force Goddess

— Chapter 6: Namelessness

Tags: teen & up, f/m, gen, hurt/comfort, childhood friends, romantic friendship, fluff, pre-star wars: the clone wars, clone cadets (training in kamino), very rex-centric, rex whump, the worst is probably sw curse words (tell me if I should add more tags!)

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That night, Six-Seven finds himself in the Coastline again. He’s been wondering about the next meeting with the girl, though. He’s got burning questions in the back of his head, ready to fire. Probably she sensed it in my subconscious and pulled me in again? He arrived in a different manner this time, thankfully. On his feet, toes in the sand. In the distance he caught the girl waving at him to join her by the shoreline, and so he did.

The weather’s the same as yesterday. Warm sun shining through the tropical breeze. Salinity of the water engulfs his olfactory sensors in a refreshing sensation. Calm breeze blows the girl’s midnight ocean tresses, which he swears it’s grown about an inch longer, since it was barely touching her shoulders yesterday and now it’s grown past it. The sea brushes over their feet as it meets the coarse, beige shore in a gentle wave as they walk along the shoreline side-by-side.

“I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Actually, it’s what you said yesterday,” he hesitates for a bit, before shooing away his doubt and going to hide behind his genuine childlike curiosity. “That this dream is a, a projection of your power?”

“That’s right!” the girl cheerfully confirms, about to go on but stops short when her foot suddenly gets stuck in one of those sandy spots that suck in and take anyone by surprise – the exact predicament the boy has found himself in just a few moments ago and made him roll the legs of his trousers up to his calves. Pulling herself away with an oop, the girl continues, “I can manifest dreams. What they’d look like, how long it lasts, what message I want to get across, whom through which I wish to speak.”

“Like, right now?”

“Like right now!”

The answer somehow bothers him in the slightest bit. “That means you’re in my head? ‘Cause, uh… not sure I’d like that.’

“…I’m sorry it causes you too much trouble.”

The girl stops, turning towards him. Sea green pools greet his amber ones in a hazed lull. “I’m not… quite in your head,” she explains gently, catching his defensive confession. “I just reach out to you when you’re asleep. That’s my limit. Can’t quite project visions to people who are awake.”

His eyes bulge in surprise. “You can do that?”

At his reaction, she smiles widely, the playful glint returning to her eyes. “I do restrain myself unless I have a purpose.”

He huffs, watching her leading their march along the ever-brushing waves on the shore, resuming their pace. That’s neither yes nor no and it gives him little satisfaction.

“A-anyway,” he recovers from his tad disappointment, “That gotta mean you… created this place too?”

“Mhm!” she nods vigorously, grinning his way. “You like?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” he mulls honestly, letting his gaze fully wander from the edge of the horizon to the treeline, as far as his eyes can see. He shrugs, his attention returns to the girl beside him. “Not even in my planet studies. The closest that’ll look like this would be that one moon in the Kashyyyk system. Or Alderaan, though it’s mostly mountains.”

A longing smile overcomes her countenance. “Alderaan with her abundant water surface.”

“You’ve been to Alderaan?”

“I’ve been and am everywhere since the dawn of time,” she laughs, stopping as she suddenly points to a sharp, jagged rock jutting out just ahead of their track. “Oh. Careful there.” She holds out a hand before his legs, bending down as she goes, picking up the rock and tossing it into the ocean with a powerful swing. Five meters, ten, fifteen… His eyes widen at the final distance as the poor stone gets eaten by the calm sea beyond the incoming, developed waves in a quiet, distant pop. That’s gotta be twenty-five meters, what in the world…

“Let’s keep going,” the girl’s soft voice yanks him out of his trance, her fingers tugging on the rolled-up sleeve of his fatigues. He follows, resetting himself in the previous pace – relaxed, with a friendlier air.

Friends. Is that what they are now? Are we really friends? Friendships don’t start with… whatever happened here yesterday. Totally different than the knowing-each-other he’s done all his life with his brothers – at age 12 by natborn standards. He and thousands of others may share Jango Fett’s Mandalorian cautiousness and strength, and they quickly find comfort and camaraderie in each other since they share the same blood – being brothers. But whatever it is he and this ocean deity girl share… since they’ve never met in real life – only in his dreams – the proper label hasn’t come across his mind yet.

“You can call me Six-Seven,” he starts, rounding his thoughts up. His breaths come shallow in nervousness because he’s never done this before to someone not-clone or even to someone absolutely-not-natborn as she stops her pace again, meaning it stops his too, a deep frown already sits in her countenance, taken aback.

“Your name is numbers?”

“Not exactly… well yeah, and no,” the boy sighs, already stewing in I’m really terrible at this. He gathers his bearings as best he can, takes a deep breath to overcome his nervousness, and goes on, “I’m not a natborn. I was born, uh, decanted... engineered, in a laboratory through a very scientific cloning process. We don’t have names. We came out of growth tubes. We’re assigned designation numbers instead, which also signifies our type.”

She’s grown quiet. “Oh.” The frown slowly dissipates from her face. In its place now, as is in her radiant sea green eyes, is a sad look he can’t quite place. Almost sympathetic. He has no idea why, though. At the momentary lull, with another gentle wave caressing their feet in the sand, she perks up at him, bringing an air of graciousness to her smile. “So what’s yours, then?”

At the familiar, friendlier air, the corner of his lips twitches into a smile. “I’m CT-7567. CT type stands for Clone Trooper. We’re bred and trained for the oncoming galactic war. M’part of the first generation of Kaminoan-engineered clones. My brothers call me Six-Seven in casual conversations.”

At the quite informative introduction, the girl seems to be in awe. For a moment. Then, she scrunches up her nose. “Well, I’m not calling you that. Numbers are not names.”

Stars, you have no idea how much I agree with that. “Until I get a nickname of my own choosing, whenever that is…” he sighs, catching up to her as she recommences their pace along the shore again. “So what’s yours? Been meaning to ask.”

She glances at him, a sweet smile thrown his way. “I’m nameless.”

“Okay…” the boy acknowledges, counting seconds in his head before following up, “Is that your name or you’re actually nameless?”

A chorus of musical laughter escapes her lips. “I don’t have a name,” she says after recovering, sea green gaze into the distant horizon as she walks, her tone dropping an octave as she goes on, “I don’t, for I am present. Part of nature. Nature don’t have names or designations. You may call some parts of it rainforests, mountains, lakes, the seas, but… nature is a presence. It is what’s around you.”

Having grown in a pristine white facility and a crowd of thousands and thousands of his copies in the middle of the ocean – not that he’d ever let out to catch a glimpse and a sniff of the Kaminoan ocean – the difficulty to relate to nature is quite a bantha in the room situation. When the girl turns to him, she seems to notice that, and smiles in consolation. A hand comes up to his back, to his surprise, patting him softly. He flinches at first, but as soon as he realizes it’s only her hand, he immediately relaxes, for her sake to not get the wrong indication. Just shocked. The boys do that. Why wouldn’t she?

Her hand lingers.

“So I guess we’ve got something in common after all,” he says casually, matching her pace.

The girl looks up at him, her eyes twinkling. “Being nameless?”

He nods once. “Being nameless.”

She shrugs, dropping her hand from his back – it was warm where she touched him, and the warm lingers – and holding it together in front of her. “I don’t mind being nameless. As I’ve been, since… well, forever. You’re probably getting sick if I get to say ‘since the dawn of time’ every time.”

“No!” laughs the boy. “It’s okay, I guess. I mean, you can talk however you’d like. No one’s complaining.”

“Even if I call you ‘child’?”

“Except for that one! You promised!”

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[sauriansolutions]

Me: my kink blog needs more kink content... I'm going to write burpcanons for my favorite characters!

Also me: oops I accidentally just wrote an entire character analysis essay about Jade ;;

Yeah uhh... idk why I'm like this? I'll try again another time... but if anyone wants to read my way too intense whoopsie attempt, imma throw it here~!

my main jade headcanon is that jade's excessive politeness is just a mask to hide his more twisted core (see what i did?) 

But i can also imagine a jade who genuinely values social etiquette. Maybe it's an anxious/ASD insistency on "rules"--he learns an effective rule, (ie, burping in public is *always* rude), and unless he has legitimate cause to update (say, he learns burping is considered a compliment in the Scalding Sands), he'll continue to follow this rule rigidly forever. 

This would generally work well for jade. But it might make him seem unapproachable in a different way (*too* polite! Suspicious! Is he a robot? What's his deal?)

The other problem is, such a system could easily lead to jade holding himself to an unrealistic standard. If he ever did slip up, (letting out a loud burp in public by accident,) i could see this leading to excessive embarrassment and self-recrimination.

I can imagine a child version of jade coming to the realization that his predatory nature scares others away, realizing that he needs to find *some* way of appearing more approachable, if he ever wants to "fit in" and make any friends besides floyd and azul. Even among the trio members, i think jade is legitimately the scariest--he's as smart as azul, as strong as floyd, and he also lacks their innate social skills (potentially toeing the ASD/psychopath line).

A really cute, kinda sad idea: what if little jade asked his grandma tried to teach him "proper etiquette?" And she does... but, because she's from a totally different generation of merfolk, it's rather antiquated? 

Jade's parents and teachers make things worse by encouraging this... because, c'mon, a ten year old politely bowing and saying things like, "my goodness, please excuse me!"... is actually really adorable. 

This leads to jade developing a persona that's very respectable and charming. 

Yet he'd still come off pretty eccentric, and he'd have an especially hard time relating to other kids his age. While mer kids would just find his behavior and speech patterns stuffy and outdated, on land he'd definitely come off as the most "foreign" of the octotrio, as the high-class manners he learned are specific to an older generation, *of the northern coral sea.*

Unfortunately, i think azul would also strongly encourage jade's overly-polite personality change... but this is because azul sees how uncanny and frankly terrifying *this* jade would be as a business associate. 

This isn't to say i think azul would intentionally sabotage his friend! Rather, i think azul a.) Respects jade to the extent i doubt he'd believe himself capable of manipulating him, and b.) Wants to be like that himself--outwardly perfectly polite and respectable, secretly capable of being as cold and ruthless as necessary. 

I think this whole, "being envious of a character trait the other believes is a serious flaw" component of jade and azul's relationship has tons of angst/introspection potential, whether used as a kink thing or not. 

Kink example: jade accidentally burps during some meeting or social event. He excessively over-apologizes, and smoothly directs the conversation on. Everyone, especially azul, comes away with a higher opinion of jade--"oh jade is so courteous~ wow, even when he makes a (totally reasonable) mistake, he goes so far out of his way to apologize, what a gentleman~~"

What they don't see, is jade secretly reprimanding and hating himself. Endlessly agonizing, recommitting to a standard of absolute, inhuman perfection that is 1000% fear and shame driven. Believing that anything less will make others hate him, (even more than they probably already do!)

Meanwhile azul is like, "i wish i could commit to *that* level of self-destruction! I'll just have to try harder~"

One last thing re: jade/azul's messed-up dynamics, then I'll move onto jade/floyd. I think, tragically, that jade and azul secretly idealize each other--hyperfixating on their strengths and successes, and minimizing/completely overlooking their flaws and failures. But, because they're snarky bitches to each other to hide their vulnerabilities, they both believe the other holds them in disdain and contempt, when in fact, the opposite is true. 

And because they're both intelligent, driven, hardworking, and self-sacrificing, jade and azul have not only accidentally grown to become each other's perfect enablers--they've tricked themselves into believing that they like this arrangement. 

Floyd time!

Regardless of whether they had to eat their siblings to survive or not, i hc that jade always took on the role of the "parentified" twin. Now, floyd is a prodigy in many ways: strong, stubborn, and dangerously creative... but i think he's only able to be this way because jade was there to be the anchor twin. Unlike floyd, jade can be relied upon to be unflinchingly stoic. Jade's always (needed to be) the one who can make the hard decisions. To do what needs to be done, without crying or complaining. And, no matter the toll on his body or soul, move on to the next thing, seemingly unaffected. 

The Leech twins are, especially in life-or-death situations, actually highly complimentary and really effective together, in these roles. That said, the twins' dynamic, especially in "normal" situations like making friends and going to school--could easily veer into toxic codependency. 

And since jade is the anchor, i think floyd was probably really, really upset when jade first started developing his polite personality. 

Initially, jade's attempts at becoming this "new" jade probably led to a lot of pushback from floyd. And I'm talking fighting, pleading, complaining, full-on tantrums, tearful threats of abandonment, and basically anything and everything floyd could think of (and he is Dangerously Creative), to get jade to go back to behaving like he did before.

But a combination of jade's stoicism, stubbornness, and refusal to back down from his decision in any way eventually led to floyd more or less accepting that jade is going to do what jade is going to do. 

There was also comfort in the realization that, no matter the outward facade, jade was still jade

[belphegor1982]

A while ago (un mois😭) I got tagged by @kabbal and I'm only doing this now oops (désolée ^^')

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Friends in Low Places (Critical Role, Grog Strongjaw & Scanlan Shorthalt, T) “—og! Grog! Scanlan! Can you hear me?”

Something to Be Said for Curiosity (Critical Role, Vax'ildan/Scanlan Shorthalt, E) “GAH – careful with your knee!”

The Violins of Autumn (Hogan's Heroes, Tiger, G) “Ici Londres… Les Français parlent aux Français…”

Scrambled (Critical Role, Scanlan Shorthalt & Vex'ahlia and Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot, T) Scanlan is pretty sure someone’s calling his name in the distance with a certain amount of worry.

Sea, Sand and Sun (And Survivors) (Critical Role, Grog Strongjaw & Scanlan Shorthalt, G) Grog wiggles sand between his toes and squints at the Marquet sun shining through a passing cloud.

Soft as It Began (Critical Role, Pike Trickfoot/Scanlan Shorthalt, G) The night was soft, warm, and silent.

Glasses (Justice League Unlimited, Lois Lane/Clark Kent, G) Lois was working late.

Mission (Justice League Unlimited, Copperhead & Atomic Skull, G) The street was dark and silent, gleaming with recent rain.

Cape (Justice League Unlimited, Clark Kent & Wally West, G) “Hey, Supes?”

Door (Wally West, G) The door was tall, dark, and as uninviting as ever.

I guess I really like either dropping the reader in the middle of the action and explain later (first line = dialogue) or establishing context, focusing directly on the POV character or the other main(s). The JLU stories are a repost of fics I wrote from 2009 to early 2010s, I don't know if I changed that much since then.

Tagging @rose-of-pollux, @radarsteddybear, @tinydooms, @laurelindebear and whoever else wants to do this 💜

[shallowseeker]

fyi jack doesn't appear in rocky's bar

Probably shouldn't be answering these when I'm in a bad mood, but since you're poking me. Yeah. Neither is Mary. The bar is a workers'/coworkers' paradise, and that's all Dean's allowing for himself here. It's an anemic, starved happiness, where Dean is...endlessly waiting on a happiness that is so Paused that nothing truly bad can happen.

And Rocky's is mostly empty.

Dean's lost a lot of friends, and here, he's subconsciously aware that even if he retires, his loved ones might still be fighting/working, not at home with him. Thus, you get...the roadhouse. He is become like Ellen Harvelle.

The roadhouse is the domain of road warriors. It's and "after-work drinks" type of contentedness, not the "toes in the sand" type he'd been alluding to just a half-season before. That's why the bar itself is filled with the motifs of coworking and friendship. It's why it's full of those "sublimation's kinda your thing, Dean," motifs, like the Tombstone symbols.

Dean sublimates his own desires. He'll take a big place doing who-cares if everyone can just be there. Ergo, roadhouse.

///

It's also why Sam and Cas are still working; they're out on a hunt, but they're not too far. They're "just down the road," in Wichita. Still in Kansas. It's why Dean is still working, albeit in a work-from-home situation, where he kills vampires ("theme of hunger") on an endless loop.

Mary isn't there at all. May! The thing "we finally found...after all this time," and the most broadly consistent part of Dean's "everything we've always wanted," is not here. Mary is integral to Dean's happiness, and he desperately wants her happiness too, as evidenced by Lebanon and all that's signified by his limbo-wandering in the companion series, The Winchesters.

And Jack? Jack is the thing he never gets to keep. It's the thing he's been steeling himself to lose since the very beginning:

People like Mary and Jack are not in the roadhouse because they're very much a part of the things he wants but can't have, you see. They don't even one-to-one work motifs, because they're not and never have been co-workers to the degree that the others have.

So, Jack would be in a bunker version of a fantasy, no doubt. So would Mary. And probably versions of Sam and Cas (and Dean) that aren't, you know, working.

EDIT: Oops, I forgot the attributions. Scripts are from here. it's Tombstone and Jack in the Box.

(Text Attributions// Supernatural scripts here via @spnscripthunt. Transcripts are located here via SPNWiki. Visit their Tumblr to donate.)

[eurydicees]

"hadigf;jhadkfgadkgl;jakdlgjnakdlfgn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" for the wip ask game!! (the many exclamation points have charmed me, what can i say 🥰)

lmfao the exclamation points would intrigue me as well. they are there because i started the wip and titled it when i was having a minor breakdown. oops! at least it’s attention grabbing ! maybe i should keep it.

i talked about this one here as well, but here’s more info! under the cut bc this got long :D 

it’s mainly an oikawa study, but i’m also really interested in exploring iwaoi’s platonic relationship (and eventual romantic one, because this is me writing it). i’m working through how they support each other so entirely but also how they avoid being, like, super codependent. 

it’s really important to me that they exist as separate characters as well as being a pair do not separate at the same time. this has been hard to do successfully so far because of the way i’ve written bipolar II (what oikawa has in this) as a struggle that affects both yourself and those you love, but i think i’m getting it! 

i’ve also been playing around a lot with time in a way that i’m really excited about, and the narrative kind of weaves through time and space in a non-linear exploration of what makes a person a person. like, what memories make you? what actions make you and what do they make you in other people’s eyes? what objects hold pieces of you and what do you hold close? 

i’m also trying to figure out how to represent in words how bipolar II affects a person and their life—it’s something i’ve been trying to do for a long time, and i’m excited by how it’s working out in this.

i kinda started this theme in “blood to the heart like salt to the wound” but honestly i’m not super happy with how it worked within the fic and as a representation in general. there’s a lot i would do differently w that fic LOL. so i’m taking what i learned from that piece to do a better job writing it this time around!

here’s ur snippet: 

Now fast forward, to something that does matter:  Oikawa, standing by the ocean. There is a full moon above him, and it is so bright that it masks all of the stars. The moonlight ripples over the waves, glittering and shimmering as the water rolls over itself again and again. The crashing of the ocean is loud and cacophonous, but it is also a symphony, or a dream, or a kind of litany of inexpressible feeling. Like a poem that leaves you breathless or a painting that makes you cry.  He raises his arms up from his sides, out like the wings of a bird, and he pulls himself onto his tip-toes and he closes his eyes and— —and in his head, he can fly. In his head, he is surging upwards like a bat out of hell or a whale out of water. He is flapping his arms, only his arms have become wings with feathers as golden as molten Olympic medals, and he is strong and powerful and free. He can go anywhere in the entirety of the world, and he never has to return home.  He opens his eyes again, and he is still on land. His feet are buried in the sand. The sand is cold. The tide is receding. He is alone. 

rules for the ask game here for more <3

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CONTACT INFORMATION

Valerio, Ashley Joyce Mercado

Sta Lucia Phs2 Magalang Pampanga

Philippines

(+63)928 7241 758

valerioasleyjoyce@gmail.com

DRAMA/SCRIPT

CAST OF CHARACTER

• MOM - The caring mother who is always excited anywhere just to encourage her family’s enjoyment.

•DAD - The father who will always be the supportive and playful dad in their family just to make his family happy.

• SARAH- The energetic and curious little girl in the story, get scared easily and enjoys the adventure with her family.

• CHEF- The talented cooker who prepares delicious meal for the family.

• TOUR GUIDE- The helpful guide who always assists the family on their vacation.

TIME AND SETTINGS

TIME

•Sunny day

• Evening Falls

SETTINGS

• Beach

SYPNOSIS

•The story follows a family consisting of Mom, Dad, and their young daughter, Sarah, as they embark on a beach vacation. Excited for their adventure, they pack their essentials and head to the beach. Along the way, they encounter magical elements such as dancing and singing trees, which both amuse and surprise them. As they explore further, Sarah experiences a moment of panic when something tickles her feet, only to discover it's just a tiny shell. Throughout the day, they enjoy the delights of the beach, including the sweet aroma of coconuts and a delicious dinner prepared by a talented chef. As the evening approaches, they express their gratitude to their tour guide for a memorable vacation before heading home, cherishing the magical moments they shared together.

Magical Vacation

[Scene: A sunny day(THERMAL) in the beach. The family(SYNEDOCHE), consisting of Mom, Dad, and their little girl, Sarah, are packing their beach essentials.]

Mom: (excitedly) Alright everyone, are we ready for our beach adventure?

Dad: Absolutely! I can't wait to feel the sand between my toes.

Sarah: (jumping up and down) Yay! I want to build sandcastles and collect seashells!

[The family heads to the beach and they saw a mesmerizing sight of dancing and singing trees.](VISUAL, PERSONIFICATION)

Mom: (amazed) Look at those trees, they're dancing and singing!

Dad: (chuckling) It must be the tropical heat getting to us.

[They walk closer to the trees and are met with the sweet aroma of coconuts.]

Sarah: (sniffing) Mmm, I smell something delicious! (OLFACTORY)

[Without thinking, Sarah takes a bite of the coconut tree, surprising her parents.]

Mom: (laughing) Sarah, you can't eat the trees!

[As they explore further, Sarah feels something tickling her feet and screams loudly.] (TACTILE)

Sarah: (panicking) Ahh! Something touched me!

[Her parents rush over because of the loud screaming they heared(AUDITORY), only to find a tiny shell.]

Dad: (laughing) Sarah, it's just a little shell. You screamed like a monkey! (SIMILE)

Sarah: (embarrassed) Oops, sorry!

[As evening falls, they enjoy a delicious dinner of buttered bittersweet shrimp prepared by the chef.](OXYMORON, GUSTATORY)

Sarah: I love your cooking skills(UNDERSTATEMENT) i hope this is your last time. (EUPHEMISM)

Mom: (complimenting) The taste of the shrimp is heavenly!(GUSTATORY)You cook like Chef Gordon Ramsay, it's hypnotizing!( HYPERBOLE)

Chef: (grinning) Thank you! That's high praise indeed.

[As their vacation comes to an end, they thank their tour guide.]

Dad: (grateful) Thank you for showing us around. You've been our guiding star.(METONOMY,METAPHOR)

Tour Guide: (humbly) It was my pleasure. Safe travels home!

[The family leaves the beach, cherishing the memories of their magical vacation.]

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Criminal Case x FNAF AU Chapter 1

(this is a little something that me and @anxietyfluffy are working on together. hope yall like ^^ oh and like major spoilers for pacific bay and the conspiracy)

Pacific Bay man… what memories I have here. The murders… the utopian cult… the utopia in general and stopping that... Rough memories. But I had some good times too. I’m actually meeting up with Amy where we solved our first case at the beach. Man, how she has grown up since she was a junior officer. 

As I exit my plane, the familiar salty air enters my lungs. I look at the cityscape. So much has changed. I daze out for a bit flashing back to all the times I hung out with my partners outside work. “I wonder what he would think of me and Amy now?” A familiar chipper voice greets me, “Deraila! Over here!” Looking to find the voice, I see her. “Amy!” I rush to go hug her, almost toppling her over with the amount of force and weight I put into it. “Easy there! You could have crushed me!” she says chuckling. “Oops, sorry I sometimes forget how big and strong I am.” We head to the beach and relax for a bit, taking our shoes off and feeling the individual sand granules between our toes and taking in the scenery. The familiarity of Pacific Bay starts rushing back to me. “So when are meeting up with the old team?” Amy checks her watch and slightly panics “Crap, we were supposed to meet them at your Airbnb like a half hour ago!” I laugh a little. “Let's get going then.”

As we drive to the airbnb, we started to talk for a bit. “You still romantic partners with Russell after all this time?” “Yeah, I come to visit Pacific Bay once or twice a month to have a date with him. He’s made life a bit easier.” "How's Duncan doing Amy?" Silence… me and my big fat mouth… I should have known not to ask about him. Since his arrest way back when Amy was a junior officer, she hasn't talked about him since. Not even when I came to work at T.I.M.E for the short while I did she didn't talk about him. No one even knew she had a brother. "I… Haven't visited Duncan at all at the federal medical center… not once… been too scared to since how he acted in court the day of his trial." 

Gods… that day was a horrid day for Amy. She had already been through enough. Her best friend was dead and her ex-boyfriend turned out to be not just a murderer but a cannibal too. Then it turned out that her brother had turned into a serial killer after a major accident that caused him to step down from being an officer on the police force. The horrible abuse of their mother did not help. "How about one day, just one day while I'm here we go visit him? It doesn't have to be long but I'm sure he misses you and I'm sure if he saw where you are at today he'd be proud of you despite the circumstances." Amy nodded and returned her focus to the road. 

The rest of the ride was in silence. We arrived at my airbnb and I saw the familiar faces of the team. Yann, Roxie, Russell, Hannah, and Chief Andrea all stood there waiting for us. I hugged them all before I went inside. I missed how much of a family it was like with this team. Sure in Grimsborough it felt like a team but there was always some sort of tension on the team. In Pacific Bay, I felt at ease for the most part. The weirdest thing that I've encountered here were aliens and they weren't a threat like the Neohumans in my second time in Grimsborough. Of course, someone was missing… someone that is long gone. I look down at the shirt I'm wearing. It's the last thing I have of him. "You still have Frank's shirt huh?" Yann spoke up in a fatherly tone.

Frank Knight… man that's a name I haven't heard in a long time. The team was devastated at his death. Sure yeah he was removed from the team due to participation in a major heist and a murder but… remembering his story… the utter grief and despair that he went through with the loss of his daughters… It makes me want to cry.  "Yeah I-I still have it and wear it. Still has the faint smell of Gold Stag Whiskey on it. But to be honest I like the smell. I've grown used to the scent. I don't think it would be the same wearing it without that smell" A long awkward silence followed. We were all thinking about Frank in that moment. Solemn looks were plastered on our faces as we thought about the memories we had of him.

Andrea piped up after clearing her voice "How about we go out to eat and catch up with each other? My treat." We all agreed. After I got settled in, we went out to a local restaurant and sat down. "So Deraila fill us in, how has life been since you left Pacific Bay?" Roxie asked excitedly. "Oh man, where to start? The Bureau, heading back to Grimsborough, T.I.M.E and working with Amy again. So many things to choose from" I chuckled. "I hear quite interesting stuff went down in Grimsborough. What happened?" Andrea spoke with great interest. I sighed with a slight chuckle as I explained the whole thing with the Neohumans. "The team is doing fine. Jones and Rameriz have both retired from the force, though I still catch Rameriz's ass sneaking around in one of his old costumes. Little Sammy Turner would ya believe it or not has taken an interest in his parents' careers. Though like his mother, he does tend to hack into things and has taken up the @rtist name." Hannah looks absolutely flabbergasted. "I-I'm sorry did you say the @rtist?!"

"Yeah? Cathy Turner has been my friend for a good while. I mean I have seen her at absolute lows but she took over her husband's job a while ago." "YOU SAW THE FACE BEHIND THE MASK?!?" Hannah seems over-excited and absolutely flabbergasted to the point that Yann had to help her calm down. "Yeah, I did. It was during my first few years as a detective." I showed her a picture of Cathy when I met her. Hannah just looks like she gained a crush on her. "Oh she's cute. Too bad she's taken though." I chuckled "Hey now Alex would fight tooth and nail for Cathy." "My wife would've gotten mad at me if I even dared." They all laughed. "Carter is graduating college soon. He's such a big guy now. Makes his mama proud too. Amir and Jasper have adopted a few kids. Grace still works for the Bureau as their coroner." I rattled on and on about the Grimsborough team. 

"So how about you guys huh? I already know about Amy, and Hannah mentioned that she got married to her girlfriend which congratulations." Yann speaks up "My little ones are up and out of the house. Lily is going to be taking over my position as soon as she gets her masters. James is starting college soon to become a director in Ivywood." "How are they that big already? I remember them being up to my thigh last time I checked." "I know they get so big so fast." Yann sighed. "Planning on retiring soon from being Chief. Been in the position for a long while. It's time I stepped down and give it to someone else. I don't know who I'm going to give it to but in time I will." Andrea said with a sigh. "Hey, you were one of the best chiefs I have ever had though." Everyone nodded in agreement. We finished catching up with each other and went our separate ways, promising to meet up again tomorrow.

It had gotten dark while we were catching up so my only lights were the street lights. I was jetlagged and tired as I walked back to where I was staying. Engines roared in the background of the dark city as people prepared to street race. I could faintly smell the gasoline from their cars from here. I entered my airbnb and collapsed onto my bed. As I did, a loud crash near my location was heard, and an odd robotic cry of… a fawn?

Part 2