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r6shippingdelivery · 4 years ago

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headcannons for hobbies? Like what they do on their off time?

Hi nonnie! I actually did a Hobbies HC for “all” ops a long time ago. But seeing that was before the expanded bios, and it only reached up to Gridlock and Mozzie, I’d say it’s time for an updated version, don’t you say?

Some of the answers are unchanged from the old post, because I already nailed it or the new info didn’t disprove my ideas. But I had to revise a lot of the answers I gave the first time around! In order to find their hobbies and/or get a glimpse of their lives beyond Rainbow and what they might like, I read all the bios, and looked up concept art, and elites, and past battlepass content, etc. And when none of that was enough, I just went with my gut instinct 😂 Thank you to @grain-crain-drain, @dagoth-menthol & @todragonsart for bouncing ideas with me when I was stuck! 💕

Hobbies Headcanons for ALL ops (up to Neon Dawn)

FBI

- Ash: According to her savta, shooting things is not a hobby, but Ash disagrees. And since according to her expanded bio she knows Hebrew, Arabic, English, French and Greek, I’m willing to bet she enjoys learning languages as well. - Thermite: He grew up on a ranch and loves riding. He’s also taken an interest in improving gadgets it seems, so my old proposal that he dabbles in forging/smithing stuff seems plausible. And based on this concept art, demolition derbies attending and maybe even competing himself too? - Pulse: He’s interested in a variety of topics and goes through phases of intense, nearly obsessive focus, until something else captures his attention. He still has a lingering fondness for building muscle cars, since it was something he used to do with his father. And like Thermite and Hibana, it seems he might enjoy demolition derbies. - Castle: He’s a language nerd, studying/reading/practicing new languages is his hobby for sure. Since the expanded bio says he rescues abused dogs, I don’t think it would be far fetched he volunteered at animal shelters too.

SAS

- Thatcher: Aside from repairing his boat, The Iron Maggie, he also enjoys fishing. He used to do that with his dad & brothers, and tried to take the rest of the SAS fishing as a bonding experience. It didn’t go very well - Sledge: He plays rugby, and has an inexplicable fondness of trying the wildest ideas that tend to end with something broken, be it one of his bones or a structure or wall (just read his extended psychological profile and you’ll see, lmao) - Smoke: Boxing, it helps him focus all his chaotic energy. And chemistry in general, it’s not just a hobby but a passion of his. - Mute: he enjoys tinkering with stuff, taking it apart and then putting it back together in a different way, just to see if he can improve it or make it work in his own way. Flying drones plays perfectly into that, with the added bonus of being able to do the flying part just for fun too.

GIGN

- Montagne: His main passion is working with people, teaching and mentoring others, and therefore when he’s not on duty, his main passtime still is mingling with people and getting to know them. I could see him making overtures with Castle, interested in the American and fascinated by his knowledge of various languages, an area Monty feels insecure about due to only knowing French and English. - Twitch: Engineering, robotics and developing an empathic AI is her life.Twitch is a workaholic passionate about those topics. She also greatly enjoys traveling and, according to her expanded bio, people watching. - Doc: He surely had some hobby at one point, but he can’t remember it, or the last time he had free time for it. Doc is also a workaholic, although one that loves to complain about it. - Rook: Apparently he’s passionate about cycling, auto racing, and rock concerts. Mainly cycling though, since he dropped out of university to cycle around France.

Spetsnaz

- Tachanka: He collects and repairs old weapons. Mostly soviet, but he has some interesting pieces from other countries too. And he dances surprisingly well. - Kapkan: Aside from a certain interest in psychology, his main hobby is hunting, of course. But he also whittles and carves wooden figurines. - Glaz: Quite obviously, painting. He’s an artist, and quite a good one. He also likes playing cards, especially poker. - Fuze: He builds new weapon prototypes for fun. And tests them, if he can convince Six of it. He also likes to bake from time to time, a skill he learnt thanks to his grandma - and because he has a sweet tooth.

GSG9

- Jäger: Planes. Model planes, repairing old WWI & II planes, you name it. And watching copious amounts of documentaries. - Bandit: His bike is his main hobby, both taking care of it and riding it. He also likes playing pool; and, if pranking people counts as a hobby, that’s his oldest one, dating from when he was a kid. - Blitz: He was and still is an athlete at heart, and Blitz loves running. - IQ: In order to disconnect from engineering pursuits, she indulges in rock climbing, spelunking, and writing science fiction stories.

JTF2

- Buck: He crafts mechanical puzzles, and enjoys all kinds of physical activity that can take place outdoors. - Frost: She just loves being surrounded by nature, and often goes mountain climbing or diving.

SEAL

- Valkyrie: Swimming and diving, of course! She wanted to be a professional swimmer, but now it’s just a hobby. And apparently she enrolled for a helicopter pilot license, and language classes. - Blackbeard: According to the expanded bios, he likes sailing and even participated in a championship. And since he climbed Mount Everest, it’s safe to say he also likes mountain climbing.

BOPE

- Capitao: He loves football, playing or watching it, doesn’t matter, he’s all for it. - Caveira: Spends a lot of time practicing Jiu Jitsu, in the gym and also on unofficial tournaments.

SAT

- Hibana: For her it’s traditional Japanese archery (Kyūdō). And probably demolition derbies too accounting that concept art from before with Thermite and Pulse. - Echo: According to the expanded bio, he has few interests outside work, but I always imagined he’d be into gaming and e-sports. Hacking too, and that’s a direct influence from Dokkaebi.

GEO

- Jackal: He plays the acoustic guitar/spanish guitar, and sings too. And now we also know he volunteers with at-risk youth. - Mira: Fixing cars is second nature to her, and thanks to her expanded bio we know she also does metal sculptures that incorporate used mechanical parts.

SDU

- Ying: Extreme driving, which can sometimes trigger her PTSD, and traveling. Especially exploring cities by randomly jumping in public transport and just going anywhere. - Lesion: He is also one to volunteer in underprivileged areas (like Junk Bay, where he grew up), and clearing mines and other unexploded devices. I also imagine him with a certain gusto for playing blackjack.

GROM

- Zofia: If obsessing about her father’s supposed suicide and the oddities surrounding it, and desperately trying to reconnect with her sister count as hobbies, sure, she has those. - Ela: She’s also an artist, one with a very particular vision that some have called narcissistic. Apparently she also does some “freelance” volunteer work, roaming the streets at night and offering help/comfort, or a willing ear to the people she meets.

707SMB

- Vigil: He likes to take walks around the forest, just aimless exploring and marvelling at nature and any animals he might come across. Often listens to relaxing music while doing so, and he might pick a pretty rock here and there to bring home. - Dokkaebi: Hacking is her hobby, of course. She also has several social media profiles and is an active member in a couple of hacking forums. As per a previous battlepass, I believe she enjoys mountain trekking too. And dancing to electro beat, due to her elite.

CBRN

- Lion: His rebel years left him with an appreciation for rock music and a dream to be in a group. Lion still plays the electric guitar, when he’s not off volunteering at the local church. - Finka: Pushed by her parents from a young age to try different sports, just like her siblings, she eventually discovered a strong love for fencing and ice-skating.

GIS

- Maestro: Cooking, and boxing, an interest he shares with Smoke. But mostly cooking. - Alibi: She’s also a marksman, engages Ash in friendly shooting competitions.

GSUTR

- Clash: She’s very involved in different activist causes, mostly surrounding racial issues and inequality. - Maverick: Photography, mostly nature or candid shots of his fellow operators. I also think he likes horses and riding. And Buzkashi of course, but he hasn’t played since he left Kabul.

GIGR

- Kaid: Playing chess, he’s a good strategist and it shows. And while dozing off with a cat on his lap is not a hobby, he also loves that. - Nomad: Traveling to all sorts of remote locations, she’s an explorer with a thirst to prove herself. She also keeps a travel journal, which includes maps and some drawings of the places she’s seen.

SASR

- Mozzie: Dirt biking, of course. The more dangerous the jumps and stunts are, the more he likes it. He knows his limits and works to surpass them. - Gridlock: Robotics. She still wants to compete again in robot championships, just like she and Mozzie did so many years ago. She would consider that fixing cars and vehicles has become more part of her job than a hobby, but still loves it too.

Phantom Sight

- Nokk: Fencing, as evidenced by some of her concept art, she participated in fencing tournaments. - Warden: He knows appearances are important, and he cultivated a very specific image, so he likes to take care of that, be it by buying luxury or antique cars, or designer suits, etc.

Ember Rise

- Amaru: Archeology and exploring the Amazon jungle is her passion. It used to be her whole life and job, but since she joined Rainbow, she’s been busy with training and missions, yet she never lost her love for adventure, history and protecting her country’s cultural artifacts. - Goyo: He’s a really good chess player, and enjoys other games where he either has to think, or his usual poker face and calm demeanor can throw his opponents off.

Shifting Tides

- Kali: When she’s not writing reports about her underlings progress, or making lists about who should be ascended/rewarded, who needs to be punished or chastised, etc, she’ll be doing yoga, since it helps her focus. Or hardcore pilates when she needs to burn away some frustration first. - Wamai: Diving and being underwater in general, be it on his special immersion tanks or on the actual sea, it doesn’t matter. He finds it calming (and he’s addicted to the anoxia sensation)

Void Edge

- Iana: Space exploration fascinates her, and she’s always trying to learn everything she can about the cosmos, watching documentaries and conducting her own in-depth research. - Oryx: Wrestling helps him hone his physical prowess, and it’s also a measured outlet for his deep seated rage. He also greatly enjoys reading poetry.

Steel Wave

- Melusi: She’s committed to the conservation cause, which stems from both her love of wildlife and nature, and her protective instincts. She likes to explore too, although she’s not driven by a will to prove herself or reach certain goals, but simply for the joy of seeing natural spaces. - Ace: Social Media. He’s obsessed with his public image and popularity. While he travels quite a bit, it seems he does it more to share new and exciting selfies on Instagram than for the pleasure of visiting new places.

Shadow Legacy

- Zero: He knits and crochets, it’s an engaging hobby that helps him clear his mind, plus he enjoys making stuff too. Not many people know about this side of him though.

Neon Dawn

- Aruni: She and Hero, her giant pouched rat, volunteer on landmine detection and removal efforts. She also likes to travel extensively, and has done so in the company of Twitch and Nomad.

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aheartfullofquestions · 3 years ago

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Hey!! Since it’s Pride Month, I wanted to create a list of LGBTQIA+ books!! If you have any recs, they would make a great addition to the list, and if your followers have any recs, they can drop them in my inbox. Thanks!! <3

Six of crows is one but I know you already know that one. Also King Of Scars duology if you haven't read that. Others... One is All Out: The No Longer Secret Stories Of Queer Teenagers Throughout The Ages.

I just remembered that And The Mountains Echoed does have good queer representation but it's not the main plot, it's a part of it but only a part.

Avatar legend of korra books but you really have to watch the show first... And though this is an obvious example, Magnus Chase and The Heroes Of Olympus do have queer representation.

The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde has hints of it, and I'm pretty sure that is intentional so that is another example. And you know what... Happy prince does have that too. Oscar Wilde is kinda awesome.

I have The Gay Revolution: The story of The Struggle sitting in my shelf but I have yet to read it.

Wonder Woman: Year One by Greg Rucka definitely has gay representation.

And if you are willing to count webtoons, Castle Swimmer, Always Raining Here, and I want to be a cute anime girl are good stories with the main characters being part of the LGBTQIA+ community. Also its been a while since I read Realta and it's still ongoing but I'm pretty sure that's also queer.

Oh my god! I almost forgot! The Strange And Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender definitely has queer representation but it's not the main part of the story.

Sorry if this list sucks. I do have some queer books on my reading list but I'm busy and I do not tend to read books whose main focus is romance. Romance is usually part of a larger story and queer romance can be hard to find. Added to that, it's also hard to find queer identities in books because I just pick books up by the synopsis and see what I like and queer representation can be seriously hard to find in this big ocean of books.

Just remembered! Midnight's children does have asexual representation but I don't generally recommend that book to people as its pretty average for a book with that much hype. I have definitely read better.

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thejollyroger-writer · 4 years ago

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what stranger miracles (1/1)

SUMMARY: Young Killian Jones, a member of Captain Nemo's crew, longs for a life beyond the small journeys he is allowed to join in on, a life where he is free to explore. Princess Emma, daughter of the King and Queen of the Sea, dreams of a life where she can explore more than just the world she has grown up in. Will their dreams come true when they find each other?

Rated G // 10k // on AO3

“To me, the sea is a continual miracle; the fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships, with men in them. What stranger miracles are there?” -Walt Whitman

The first time he sees her, it’s an accident. He’s not even the one supposed to be bringing in that day’s catch, but he had pulled the short straw after losing that night’s dice game, so he was stuck not only with dish duty, but then out on the dock by himself at dusk, pulling in the nets.

He’s drawn the short straw more times in his life than he would like to count, even at only seventeen, though many of them metaphorically. Sold to the sailors alongside his brother to pay off the debts of his father almost ten years before, treated as nothing more than a slave for most of that time, until the old foreman drowned and was replaced with Captain Nemo. At least under Nemo, he and his brother were treated like humans, welcome on some of their smaller adventures on the sea but always asked to stay behind if they planned to be gone for more than a few days.

At first, he took it personally, thinking that the captains and their crews had something against him, leaving him at home with the other men who were no help on longer journeys, with the men who have families of their own or duties to someone other than Nemo — or the eccentric Captain Shakespeare, with his airship and his constant humming and his uncanny ability to always know how Killian is feeling without him ever saying a single word. But it was Liam who finally explained it to him one night, a night the rest of the crew was set to embark on one of these very missions and Killian was unable to keep his anger to himself:

“They care about you, Killy. Care about both of us, more than anyone in our lives has managed to do since mum passed. They leave us here to keep us from harm, to protect us. You understand that, right?”

Finally, he did understand it. Captain Nemo taking over was not one of the short straws of Killian’s life. In fact, he’s come to learn, it was quite the opposite.

Physically pulling the short straw and standing out on the dock by himself tonight, however, he’s still a little unsure about.

At first, he thinks it’s his imagination — his exhaustion — anything other than real life. Because in real life, in the stories that he’s heard around too many fires and too many poker tables, she is the strongest omen of death to a sailor. When you see a mermaid the only thing that can follow is a painful downfall. But there she is nonetheless, sitting on the other side of the breaking waves, her blonde hair reflecting the colors of the sunset. She almost blends into the water, with the reds and golds of the dusk, but something about her catches his attention.

A mermaid.

There’s no way. It’s not possible. She has to be a figment of his imagination, or maybe a lost swimmer, because she can’t be—

And then she moves, ducking back under the waves, and there’s no way to deny what he is seeing anymore when her large, shimmering green tail breaks the surface of the water as she dives down.

“Gods above,” he mumbles, but can’t even bring himself to say the rest of it what’s on his mind:

A mermaid.

He has to tell Liam.

He can never tell Liam.

-- -- -- --

She shouldn’t have done it. She knows when the leg-walkers bring in their nets and has been told of the dangers of approaching the shore her whole life, but her curiosity got the best of her for the first time a few weeks before, and now she is unable to help herself.

This is the first time anyone has seen her, though — at least, to the best of her knowledge. Because if the stories her parents tell her are true and those leg-walkers — those men — really believe her to be a monster, then she can be sure that someone would have acted already, would have tried to attack her, tried to catch her the same way they take so many fish from her ocean.

But she saw the way the young man had looked at her tonight, his eyes not filled with fear, but filled with the same curiosity that she herself knows all too well. He’s not the monster her parents have told her he is, can’t be a monster with eyes like that, she's sure of it.

Of course, no one would believe her. If anyone even learned of her trips to the surface, she would be barricaded in her room in the castle, held under lock and key and only able to leave under the watchful eye of her parents.

So she keeps her thoughts to herself, though sometimes she’s so overwhelmed by them that she feels like she’s suffocating. She’s even too afraid to tell Ruby, her best friend, her confidant — not in fear of Ruby taking the news to her parents, but in fear of her friend insisting on joining her on one of her escapades.

That has become her time away from the palace and her royal duties and everything she has ever known, everything she has been taught will someday be her whole life. Not always at dusk, but whenever she can manage to get away long enough without raising any eyebrows. Ever since her nameday, she’s been allowed certain freedoms, and that has come to include time away from her responsibilities — though she knows her mother would immediately revoke the privilege the moment she learned how Emma was spending it.

“What’s the point of being princess of the whole ocean if I’m never allowed to go into any of it?” she asked Ruby one night, a night that they could see the colored lights reflecting on the water. These nights had become theirs, long before Emma had any thoughts on royal duties or responsibilities or anything of the sort, when she was still free to just be a girl and live her life.

Ruby just laughed, her eyes shifting up to the surface where the lights danced upon the water. “Everyone desires things they can’t have, Em,” she said softly, but if she had more than that on her mind, she kept it to herself.

Emma already knew what Ruby was thinking, though. Emma was a princess, a fact that she was never allowed to forget, however much she sometimes wanted to — but she was a princess aware of the unfairness of the world around her, aware of the struggles of her people and the fact that, though Ruby had become her best friend, it was almost destined to be that way with Ruby’s family employed at the palace. Ruby’s anger towards her situation was not new to Emma, was in fact something that she had taken out on Emma on more than one occasion — and it was on Emma’s mind every time she complained about something to her friend.

But Ruby’s words are true, either way: everyone does desire something beyond what they are able to have.

And before too long, Emma found herself not desiring a life where she was free to explore, not a life without royal responsibilities, but a life spent with the young man with the shining blue eyes who lives with the fishermen.

-- -- -- --

He has to see her again. How can he explain to his brother that he has been spending all of his free time over the last four days by the water in hopes of seeing a mermaid? Liam already thinks he spends too much time in his head, and he only fears this would make it worse.

“Liam,” he calls over his shoulder, tucking his book under his arm. “I’m going down to the dock for a while!”

Liam only lets out a small laugh, not even raising his attention from his own book as he lounges in one of the hammocks out behind the house. “Be back before dinner, little brother!”

In any other situation, he would turn around and correct Liam’s little brother to younger brother, especially since his last growth spurt shot him up to almost the same height as Liam. But not today.

Today, he barely hears the words as they leave his brother’s mouth, his head already looking out over the ocean waves in hopes of seeing her again.

It’s insane. Absolutely mad, he knows. He can only imagine what Liam — what the other sailors — would say to him if they were to learn. But he doesn’t care, at least not right now.

Right now, all he cares about is seeing her again.

So he positions himself on the end of the dock, one hand holding the book up on his chest and the other dangling down, barely grazing the water, with his satchel tucked under his head like a pillow. It’s not the most comfortable position, but with his mind already struggling to focus on the words of his novel with his looking out over the water every few seconds, his comfort is one of the last things he cares about.

There really is no reason for him to be this nervous. What are the odds that she returns to the same place again for the fourth day in a row, what with the whole ocean hers for the taking? He knows that if he had that sort of freedom, the last thing he would want to do is stay in one place. He would want to explore, would feel the same urge to explore that he feels humming under his skin even now. It’s one of the reasons he is so eager for Shakespeare to bring him on one of his journeys: his time at sea, seeing new places and experiencing life away from land, is exhilarating, but he can only imagine what it must be like in an airship, soaring high above the clouds and looking down at the land, knowing that you’re no longer trapped in one place.

Sure, he’s asked Shakespeare before, in moments of vulnerability, moments that he only shares with his brother and the open, caring white-haired man that splits his time between the clouds and their run-down little camp perched at the edge of the ocean. But Shakespeare has always just laughed — not to make fun of him, he knows, but just because he is the kind of man who laughs to let others know he is not angry — wrapping his arm around Killian’s shoulders or reaching across the table to set his hand on his arm, and smiled warmly at him.

“Someday, lad, but not yet,” was always his answer.

Maybe that is why he finds himself here, perched on the edge of the dock waiting for a mermaid — his deep-rooted longing for adventure, knowing that his life will someday be more than fishing and this camp and the few days at a time he is allowed to spend on the sea. Whenever his eyes make their way out to the crashing waves again, he knows that is what he craves more than anything, and possibly what he hopes to find with the arrival of the creature that everyone around him tells him should not exist.

Somehow, though, between the warm sun on his face and the calming sound of the waves, he finds himself unable to focus on either the words or the waves, nodding off under the afternoon sun.

-- -- -- --

She has to see him again. Yes, she has her royal duties and her responsibilities around the castle, but she rushes through them as quickly as she can, barely able to contain her energy during the meeting with some of the council members, until she is finally done.

Free to go.

She tries to keep her calm as she swims away from the castle, knowing that if anyone were to see her hurrying away, it would only raise suspicion and would most likely get back to her parents before she even returned.

But once she is on the other side of the rocks, away from what is technically the dominion of the castle even though her parents rule the whole ocean, she picks up her pace, her heart pounding faster and more wildly in her chest than she ever remembers it doing before.

Not only from the excitement of it all, but with the thrill of getting caught, she realizes, changing her trajectory to head closer towards the surface. Because she wants to see him, yes, but she also knows the consequences were she to get caught, were someone to see her scurrying towards the land — sometimes even towards the surface, depending on how strict her mother feels at the moment. Her pounding heart only makes her swim faster, and her increased pace only makes her heart pound faster, closer and closer to the surface until, finally, she breaks through the water to feel the warm sun on her face.

There is nothing like that feeling, even when the sun warms the water, and she smiles, allowing herself to pause for a moment as she lets it wash over her. And then, the moment is over, and she pulls her head back under the surface to take off once more towards the shore.

There really is no reason for her to be this nervous. What are the odds that he returns to the same place again for the fourth day in a row, what with the whole world his to explore? She knows that if she were allowed that sort of freedom, the last thing she would want to do is be tethered down. She would want to explore, would feel the same urge to explore that she has felt humming under her skin for as long as she can remember. The same urge that she feels getting pushed further down with every council meeting and every dinner with a potential suitor (even though both of her parents refuse to admit that’s what they are) and every mention of her someday taking her mother’s place as the ruler of the seas. It’s why she takes every chance she has to get away from the palace, whether it be longer journeys with her father to see other parts of their large realm or these small opportunities to have time alone and potentially see the boy with eyes the color of the sea.

The boy laying at the end of the dock not far from where she breaks the surface, one arm extended down to where it just grazes the water and a book spread open on his chest, though he seems to be asleep.

For a while, she does not dare to move, forcing herself to stay where she is instead of letting the tide bring her closer to the shore. Is it fear? Shyness? Her nerves getting the best of her? A mix of all three, she believes, between hoping she is not naive enough to be putting herself in harm’s way and being nervous about seeing the boy who has not left her thoughts since first seeing him the previous day. Finally, when she has convinced herself he really is asleep and not just baiting her to come closer to the dock, she begins to slowly move towards him, no faster than the calm current will take her, though sometimes fighting it to stop for a moment or two, her eyes never leaving him.

And then she is there, within arm’s reach of him, and he still has not moved. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, accentuated by the upside-down book, she would believe him dead, having stayed unmoving for so long. But it is also this, the obvious unwavering deepness of his slumber, that convinces her that no harm can come from just a single touch — though, not until she has committed the details of his face to memory: the way his long, dark eyelashes rest peacefully on his light cheeks, the curve of his nose and the crease in his forehead between his dark eyebrows and the small dimple in his cheek that forms when he smiles in his sleep. His hair moves slightly in the soft breeze off the water in a way Emma had never seen before, and she is halfway through the motion of reaching up and running her fingers through it before she can stop herself. It is soft in a way she has never experienced, between being dry and free of the salt from the ocean, and she finds herself repeating the motion a second time, then a third, lost in the small movements of his face in response to her — so much that she almost doesn’t notice when his bright eyes finally open, startled awake by her.

But once they meet hers, wide with fear and surprise and a handful of other emotions that Emma doesn’t have time to process, she realizes the mistake she has made and dives back under the water, swimming away from the shore as quickly as her tail will allow —

Though she does not miss the loud splash of the water as he finds himself so startled by her existence, and her proximity to him, that he falls off the edge of the dock.

-- -- -- --

Gods above. At first, he doesn’t believe it, trying to right himself in the water at the end of the dock. But, once the shock from the water has passed, he is able to focus on the questions moving a mile a minute through his mind:

Was it a dream? He knows he was dreaming about her, and it certainly felt real enough — but then the dream ended — or, he thought it did, but she was still right there, right in front of him, just inches from his face as she ran her fingers through his hair.

What was real? What wasn’t real? Given that he was still unsure that she was real in the first place, his mind is reeling as he pulls himself back onto the dock. He’s lost in the same daze as he makes his way back to the house, hoping that the sun will dry out his clothing enough to keep him from arousing suspicion. He hopes to quietly make his way to his room, not catching the attention of anyone — but, in a house as filled as this one, he is not surprised by his failure.

“Hello, yoing Mister Jones,” the familiar voice calls to him from the table, though his eyes never leave the book he holds in front of him. Shakespeare? How could Killian possibly miss his airship floating above the house? Was he really swimming that deep in his own thoughts that he missed that?

But the man sitting at the table, a small smile slowly spreading across his whisker-covered face, proves it. “Hello, Captain.”

“How are you on this fine afternoon?” he asks, only raising his eyes from the book for a moment, but the still-growing smile on his face is all the proof Killian needs to know that the Captain has noticed the wrinkled state of his clothing, knows that it meant he was in the water when he most likely did not plan to be. Killian tries not to show his embarrassment on his face, but he can feel the warmth begin to spread across his cheeks. “Went for a nice dip, I see,” the Captain adds, which only adds to his embarrassment.

Without realizing it, he feels his hand raise to scratch behind his ear, as if he has no control over the movement. “Uh, yes, sir. I had a bit of a… falling in… with the water.”

Killian certainly intends for the joke, though he tries to keep himself from laughing at it, seeing which of them breaks first.

He wins, the Captain’s smile faltering before filling his face, his eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a soft chuckle. So Killian breaks, too, leaning against the chair beside him at the table.

“Sit with me, lad. Tell me about her.”

Killian’s jaw drops — again, his body reacting without his permission, his blush quick;y reaching the tips of his ears. “I don’t — I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tries, but he knows it is futile.

Shakespeare shakes his head. “You know you can’t lie to me. Especially not about love. So,” He pushes the chair next to him out with his foot, moving Killian with it. “Sit with me and tell me about her.”

For just a moment, he is still, holding on to the hope that he can get out of his situation.

But he can’t. So, with a sigh, he takes a seat.

“I’ve only seen her a few times now, and I haven’t — haven’t found the nerve to speak to her yet,” he starts, though he is still too embarrassed to meet the man’s eyes. “So I keep going out in hopes of… wanting to see her again. Because she’s beautiful, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

“And where are you going out in hopes of seeing this lady again?”

“The marketplace.” He knows it’s a lie. Killian can tell right away that he knows it’s a lie — but he says nothing about it, knitting his eyebrows low on his broad forehead.

For a moment, the two of them sit in silence, Killian hoping that he stops asking questions and Shakespeare hoping for the boy to tell him more. When neither of them break, Shakespeare sits back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest. “I am of the belief that you should allow yourself to fall in love whenever possible, young Jones, and to seize any and all opportunity to have that love reciprocated.”

Killian doesn’t know what to say, but with Shakespeare’s advice, he is sure of one thing: she is real and that she returned to the dock that day specifically to see him — and that the next time he sees her, he is going to try to talk to her.

-- -- -- --

“Oh, come on, Emma!” Ruby says — again — as they make their way away from the palace. “I know you’re hiding something, just tell me what it is!”

Emma rolls her eyes, but a smile quickly spreads across her face. It’s embarrassing, really, to be smitten with this dark-haired sailor boy who she’s never even spoken to, but the more she thinks about him, the more she knows it’s true.

But how does she tell Ruby? Sure, Ruby would be the one she would go to with any sort of boy trouble — if anyone knows boys, it’s her best friend. This feels different somehow, though, a secret that she doesn’t want to share with anyone including her best friend, like talking about it will make him disappear. At first, she knew it had to be a coincidence, even after she found him sleeping at the end of the dock, but after he continued to be there on the dock the next few times she made her way to the surface, after she took the chance to talk to him and he didn’t run away in fear, she knew it was more than just a coincidence.

It was a sign. A sign that just kept repeating itself every time he came to the shore to see her, with every conversation they had and every beautiful, bright smile he shared with her.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” she asks, most of the upset in her voice replaced with excitement. Emma doesn’t answer, but with the blush quickly spreading across her cheeks, she doesn’t need to say anything. “Oh my god! It is about a boy! Emma, tell me everything! Who is he? Is he someone I know?!”

Emma shakes her head. “No, it’s not — it’s no one you would know.”

“Emma!” she yells in a much higher pitch than usual. “How do you — wait.” She stops swimming, gripping her hand around Emma’s arm. “How do you know someone that I don’t? Unless—” Her eyes grow wide, somehow filled with more excitement than they were before. “Is he — oh my god, tell me that he’s a prince!”

Pulling her bottom lip up between her teeth, Emma realizes that this lie is much better than the truth, so she nods. “Yeah, he’s — he’s a prince. I’ve only seen him a few times, on diplomatic missions with my father, but I can’t —” The excitement that she feels, though, is real, and not every detail of her story has to be a lie, she tells herself. She smiles. “I can’t stop thinking about him, Rubes.”

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

Emma laughs, feeling much lighter now that she’s shared her secret with Ruby, even if she’s not able to tell the whole truth. “Fine, fine, but can we keep going? I don’t want to miss the sunset tonight.” Nodding, Ruby keeps swimming. “Alright, well, his name is Killian. He’s — he has an older brother, and he likes to read and to explore and—” Even she is surprised by the giggle that slips through her lips. “Plus he’s super cute.”

Her mind goes back to one of the first times she was him, when she dared to approach him at the end of the dock and ran her fingers through his soft hair.

“Well, what are you going to do?”

Really, this is the question she was afraid of. If he really was a prince, someone that she met on one of her trips with her father, she would be able to be courted and wouldn’t have to hide her secret from everyone.

But Killian is, of course, not a prince of another realm. He’s not a prince at all. He’s a sailor, an orphan, not even old enough to go on every trip with the sailors he lives with.

What are you going to do?

“I’m not going to do anything for now.” That, at least, is the truth. “We’re just — we’re friends for now, and I don’t think I’m ready for anything beyond that.” Okay, that’s also the truth. At least, Emma thinks they’re friends. Why else would he continue to try to see her? “What would you do?”

If anyone could give her advice about relationships, it would be Ruby. Her best friend, just a few years older than Emma, has far more experience with relationships than she knows what to do with.

“I mean, I’m not a princess, but I think if you want to be with him, and he feels the same way about you, then there’s no harm in seeing what comes of it. Especially before you’re even more trapped in a life of royal responsibilities.”

Ruby’s right, she realizes, though she’s not surprised about it. If she’s going to dare to follow her feelings for Killian, she needs to do it quickly, before her parents decide the time has come for her to have more responsibilities, before she can no longer leave the palace every night to watch the sunset and spend time with her blue-eyed sailor boy.

-- -- -- --

“Emma, I can’t —” he says one afternoon at the end of the first month, laying on his stomach at the end of the dock while Emma rests in the gently-moving tide below him, the tips of his fingers softly moving through the ends of Emma’s golden blonde tresses. “Something’s been bothering me lately.”

“Hm?” Emma hums, her gaze set on the changing colors of the sky as the sun makes its way below the horizon.

“You have the whole ocean to explore, and are able to explore further than just between where you live and this little shore, but you’ve been coming back here instead of taking advantage of that freedom.”

When he says nothing further, she turns to face him, a soft smile on her face as she presses her palm against his cheek. Her skin is colder than his, just as it always is, and slightly damp from the water, but it is a feeling he has come to love. “Maybe I’ve found all the adventure I need for now right here, on this little shore,” she says, softly smiling when he meets her eyes.

He has known since that very first time he saw her sitting in the waves, watching the sunset, that she was the key to his desire for adventure, but this was the first time he felt brave enough to bring it up. Over the last three weeks, since the first time he got up the nerve to call out to her as she sat in the surf, they have learned a lot about each other, spending as much time as either of them dared out here by the dock. Though they live very different lives, they’ve learned that they share a desire to see the world, to be beyond the limitations set by those around them, even though they may not understand the things holding the other back.

“I’ve told you before, Killian, I can’t just leave my family behind and explore the oceans, just like you can’t just leave Liam. Just because I dream of far away places doesn’t mean I’m ready to go out by myself.”

“One day, I’ll have a ship of my own and the ability to go wherever I want, wherever we want, and we could — well, I don’t know exactly how it would work for you, love, what with the tail and all, but we could see the world together. What do you think of that?”

For a moment, he can swear that he sees a flash of sadness in her eyes, but it disappears before he can decide whether it was real or not. He expects her to argue with him, really, to provide some sort of rationalization for this thought as she always seems to be doing when he talks about his dreams, though this is the first he’s spoken of his desire to one day be the captain of his own ship. But that’s not what she does.

Instead, she pulls herself closer to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and presses her lips against his. He feels a blush rise into his cheeks, to the very tips of his ears, but tries his very best to memorize every detail of the way it feels to kiss her, from the soft tickle of her hair against his cheeks to the feel of her fingers around the back of his neck, not to mention the warmth of her lips where they meet his. It only lasts a few seconds, a few beats of his pounding heart, but he hopes to be able to hold onto that feeling for much, much longer.

“What do you think of that?” she whispers, though she has only pulled away from him enough to speak, her forehead still pressed against his. He’s glad to see that she also has a soft rosiness to her cheeks now that matches his, plus a new brightness in her shining eyes that he almost allows himself to define as love. It takes him a moment to realize that she is simply repeating the last thing he said and not really asking for his feelings towards their first kiss, but he answers in the only way he can think of, a smile on his lips as he finds hers with them again.

-- -- -- --

“There’s a big storm coming,” Ruby comments, and Emma nods, though her focus isn’t on the change in temperature in the water or the darkness of the sky above them as they continue to approach the surface, but on the hull of a ship not too far away. A ship that, once she breaks the surface, she recognizes immediately, her thoughts immediately turning to Killian, who she knows was planning on joining some of the sailors on a trip on the Nautilus in the next few days, the very reason she’s out in a different part of the realm with Ruby in the first place. But it’s too late — the ship has already met the storm, and the storm has won, the ship already sitting in pieces on the thrashing waters. How neither of them realized what was happening just beyond their vision is a mystery, but she can only spare a moment to stop and watch it before she’s on the move, swimming as fast as she can towards the wreck.

“Emma, no!” Ruby calls out, but follows her nonetheless. “The queen is going to kill me,” she mumbles under her breath — which may be the truth, but Emma has always swam towards danger and not away from it.

Most of the sailors are already under the crashing waves, unconscious, the ones who have not been knocked out trying their best to tend to them and keep their own heads above water. Emma focuses her powers to calm the waters under the surface, hoping to aid these men in whatever way she can. She is helpless against the waves caused by the winds of the storm, but she can still the waters beneath the shipwreck, making sure none of the drowning men are hit by the quickly-sinking debris before Ruby can help them to the surface. Emma is searching the whole time for her young, blue-eyed sailor, and is relieved when she does not find him.

But that doesn’t stop her from sitting in the surf, away from the storm that took down the ship, still searching for any sign of him

“Emma, we shouldn’t stay here,” Ruby says, trying to pull her back under the surface, but Emma is unmoving, her attention focused on one of the sailors as he frantically searches the beach. She can’t hear what he is saying, but he keeps yelling for someone — someone that he is unable to find, and she fears the worst, practically paralyzed by the thought that she somehow missed Killian in the wreckage.

Ruby can wait no longer, afraid of what may happen to her if the sailors realize they are sitting out there, but also knows that going back to the palace by herself would raise suspicion, so she quietly slips back beneath the surface, only planning on going back to the debris to see what she can find.

Emma’s eyes are still on the shore, barely realizing that Ruby has left her behind, when she sees another ship, this one moving across the land through the sky, land just beyond the shore in front of her. She’s heard tales of this ship before, many of them from Killian himself, but has never seen it with her own eyes until now. She knows this means that men have come to rescue those she helped out of the water, knows the danger this poses to her — but she is still paralyzed, even as she sees their heads start to appear, only able to dip her head closer to the waves.

This is where she watches them from, hoping that she is hidden enough in the sea to be safe as the small handful of men begin to tend to those on the beach. One of the older sailors, who she recognizes as one of the two who walk down by the tide together on the calmest evenings — the one with the heart tattooed on his cheek, with the soft blue eyes who recites poetry as he walks along the shore — finds the younger sailor, tears wetting his cheeks now, his face obviously pained with a fear so strong Emma can recognize it. They share a few words before the older man embraces him, turning his eyes out towards the water, almost as if he is looking specifically for her, she realizes as he meets her eyes, pleading with her. She knows somehow, as the younger sailor calls out for his brother once more, that Killian is the one he is searching for, and is not among the men taken to the shore.

-- -- -- --

By the time the storm wakes him, he fears all hope is lost. He was fast asleep below deck, alone and not awoken by the storm until it cracked the mast and splintered some of the deck above his head.

The floor beneath his hammock is gone, replaced by rushing water, he realizes as he swings his feet over the edge; and when he plunges himself into it, he's not ready for the shock to his body from the icy coldness. The few moments he takes to allow his body to adjust to the water prove futile, as the water begins to rise rapidly as more wood cracks and splinters around him. Pushing through it, the water almost up to his chest already as he moves across the room and tries to pull open the door to the crew’s quarters. At first, he can’t get it to budge, and his heart sinks in his chest, until, finally, he is able to pry the door open, using as much of his strength as he is able to find between his fear and the shock to his system.

He pushes through the water on the other side, slightly shallower than that in the cabin for the first few moments, but quickly finding equilibrium, once again at chest level. He pushes through the water as best he can, trying to keep his footing as he makes his way down to the end of the hallway. But, he realizes as he quickly loses hope, the hatch at the top of the stairs is stuck shut, the cracked mast having landed directly on top of it.

To get to the other exit, he must dive under the water and avoid the debris, a challenge that becomes harder the longer he waits, so he takes as deep a breath as he can manage before diving under the surface, his lungs feeling like they’ve collapsed once his head is under the water, surrounded by a new, eerie silence in comparison to the rushing waters around him in the air pockets — but, between the shock, his body still reacting to the cold shock of the water, and the remaining grogginess from his sleep, the task is almost too much for his body, and moving through the surging waters only becomes harder as he pushes to the other side of the ship, trying to find the pockets of air where the ceilings are highest.

He can feel his freedom, his hands against the hatch, relishing in the few inches of air left here — but this hatch won’t open, either, and moments later, water begins to rush through the holes in the grate.

One last gulp of air, and he ducks back under the water, trying to think of another exit, another option, but can think of none. There is nothing he can do, really. If no one has come to save him yet, he can’t imagine that anyone is coming now, hopefully all having found their own freedom and — rightfully — forgetting about him below deck as they tried to save themselves. Even Captain Nemo.

Even Liam.

In the last moments before he gives up hope, he squeezes his eyes shut, seeing both Liam and Emma, the two closest things he’s ever had to friends, before everything begins to fade to black, his body succumbing to the much stronger pull of the water — and then he feels arms around his chest, barely registering what is happening, half-unconscious. He wants to open his eyes, wants to find out who is saving him, how they got in and how they are getting him out, but he can’t, only feels himself slowly slipping into a deeper unconsciousness, even as he feels air against his face.

When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Emma, hovering over him. Her hair is dry (though he’s unsure why this is what he notices), and when he meets her eyes, they go wide, the green there flashing with excitement.

Behind her, he notices both Liam and Captain Shakespeare, the former with his arms crossed over his chest, noticeably confused, and the latter smiling broadly.

The three of them simply cannot be in the same location, and with this thought alone, Killian is sure that he didn’t actually make it out of the shipwreck, that he had been pulled beneath the waves and is sitting dead at the bottom of the ocean, still stuck below the decks of the Nautilus until the end of days.

“Killian,” she whispers, resting her hand against the palm of his cheek. Every other time they have touched, her skin has been cold, clammy, from being in the water, but that is not true right now, almost as if — (same with her hair, he thinks) — she has been out of the water for a while, her legs curled up beneath her on the sand as she leans over him.

Legs?

Before he has a chance to process this new information, with Emma’s hand still pressed against his cheek, Liam rushes towards him and wraps his arms around him from the side. These things together, Liam and Emma both touching him, feel too real, the burning in his lungs feels too real, and though he can barely believe it, he thinks he may actually be okay.

When he tries to talk, he coughs up a mouthful of salt water before any of the words he is trying to ask. “What — what happened?” he manages, focusing on Shakespeare, still standing on the shore behind Emma with a large smile spread across his face.

Instead, Emma answers, gesturing out into the water, where Ruby is keeping her head above the waves, and Ruby waves back. “Ruby and I saw the shipwreck from afar and rushed to help save everyone we could. Once we had everyone on shore, I stayed behind, uh, looking for you—” Her cheeks begin to glow a soft red, which Killian meets with a soft smile. “But Ruby went back to the debris, searching for anything she can salvage. Instead, she found you, and she thought it may have been too late, but she brought you back to shore anyway, though away from the other sailors, who were starting to gain consciousness. Somehow this man,” she looks over her shoulder, smiling at Shakespeare, who wiggles his fingers at them in a wave. “Knew where to find us, and they recuscitated you.”

“Why doesn’t she come ashore?” Liam asks, pointing out to where Ruby is still sitting on the other side of the tide.

Emma opens her mouth to answer, but is stopped by the sound of Shakespeare laughing behind them, and when they turn their attention to him, he is shaking his head. “You lads really don’t know much about your mermaid lore, do you?”

Confused, both Liam and Killian shake their heads, and Emma and Shakespeare share a smile.

“Well, Killy, I don’t know how to break this to you, but it seems that your mermaid love is also the princess, who is able to come ashore when she chooses.”

Both Jones boys are stunned, Killian by this new information which Emma never shared with him, and Liam by the fact that his little brother is apparently in love with a mermaid.

“Princess?”

“Pardon?”

Shakespeare laughs again, resting one of his hands on Emma’s shoulder. “It appears we have some things to teach the young Jones brothers here, your highness.”

-- -- -- --

Three days have passed since Emma and Ruby came across the Nautilus' wreck, and so far, no one seems to have any more suspicion about where she has been spending her time away from the palace as they did before. She has spent more of these three days around her parents, hoping to quell any questions that they may have been keeping to themselves, and she feels like she has succeeded. Until—

“Emma,” August says, softly knocking on the door to the library as he pops his head into the room. “You parents want to talk to you.”

Sighing, she closes the book she has on the table in front of her, knowing this can’t be good — and having a growing fear that it may be about her time on the shore and her relationship with Killian. “Did they tell you what it was going to be about?”

August only shakes his head.

But when Ruby is the only other person in the room, unable to meet her gaze, she knows what happened. She completely ignores the matching glares on the faces of her parents, shaking her head as she crosses her arms across her chest. “Really, Ruby?” she asks.

“I’m sorry, Em, but your mother —”

With a light laugh, Emma nods. “Yeah, I know, Rubes.” Finally, her friend raises her eyes to meet hers, and she puts as much forgiveness in her eyes as she is able; none of this is Ruby's fault, and she never should have put her friend in the position she currently finds herself.

“Emma!” her father yells, and she remembers why she’s here. “You went to the surface?”

“We were just going up to watch the sunset,” Emma says — the complete truth.

“And then you helped humans!” Now it’s the queen’s turn to be angry. "You went to the shore!"

“They were drowning! They were going to die!”

Her father takes over again. “Emma, you know that’s not what we’re angry about,” he says, his voice soft but stern. “Ruby told us about the boy.”

Emma snaps her head towards Ruby’s, eyes wide with anger — though not at Ruby, she hopes her friend realizes — but Ruby just gives her a sad shrug. Emma’s been interrogated by the queen before, knows exactly how impossible it is to keep any secrets from her once she knows something is being hidden. It’s a good characteristic for a queen, but Emma would prefer her mother to be better at seeing through her lies.

“What were you thinking?” Her mother’s anger is back. “A human?”

“I wasn’t — I didn’t even approach the shore right away, I stayed in the waves the first few times! Actually, I’ve never even been out of the water in front of him until we saved them from dying!”

“But you should have known better than to be out there in the first place.” This is, apparently, one of those arguments where her mother is going to do all the talking, with her father standing behind her with a stern expression. He always was the softer of the two, the one who is first to crack whenever she is asking them for anything, and she wonders — in the moments between her mother’s angry words — if this argument is going to be the same way. "You put your life in danger, and for what? A human?"

"He's not like the men in the stories you tell! None of them are. None of them are monsters, we've just been taught to believe that they are — and they've been taught to believe the same about us!"

"I don't want to hear it, Emma! You broke our rules, broke our trust, and you've let us down. I'm disappointed in you. I thought we taught you better than that.”

This is Emma’s in; the easiest way to break her parents is to bring up their true love, to use their teachings against them.

“You two have always taught me that the best thing for me to do is to follow my heart, so that’s exactly what I was doing!”

This was exactly the right thing to say, and the queen’s shoulders slump in defeat. For a few moments, the room is silent. Until King David smiles, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders.

“She’s right, my love,” he says, always the one to end the argument, and usually in Emma’s favor. “She’s only taking our advice.”

Emma’s eyes go wide; she didn’t expect it to work, especially not this well, and certainly not this quickly.

"But it's for a human!" her mother argues, not even seeming to care that Emma is still there.

"We don't always fall in love with the people that we are expected to."

The queen — who fell in love with a common man and had to convince her parents to allow her to marry him instead of one of her suitors, a story that they are both very proud of — knows this is an argument that she is going to lose. Because, no matter how difficult it is to admit, Emma is just doing as she has always been taught to do: following her heart, even if it leads her down a different path.

When Emma finally breaks the silence that has filled the room, her voice is soft, believing that if she speaks too loud, the moment could shatter before her. “So, uh, what does that mean, then?”

The king and queen share a look. “Well,” her mother says, “We haven’t actually thought about that yet.”

“Obviously you still have to be here for your royal duties, meetings and dinners and those sort of things,” the king says.

Emma can feel a soft smile slowly growing across her face as she realizes that this is real — that her parents are really discussing how she can spend time on land… with Killian. “Of course,” she agrees.

“Plus diplomatic missions,” her mother adds, and Emma nods in agreement. “And he’s a sailor, right?” Emma nods again. “So when he’s out on the sea, I expect you to stay here at the palace.”

“I’m not going to make you take a guard with you to the surface, but if anything ever happens, know that will be the first change we make,” King David says with a definitive nod. “We’ll add to these rules when things come up. But for now…”

When Emma’s smile grows larger, her parents answer it with bright smiles of their own. She rushes forward to wrap her arms around them both. “Thank you,” she whispers, trying her best to hold back to happy tears she feels welling in her eyes. “Thank you both.”

-- -- -- --

Liam Jones is nowhere near as understanding when he finally talks to Killian about the situation. He asked the Captains to come with them to the shore to discuss everything, but Liam has always been hard-headed — not to mention overly protective of his little brother.

“I just — I can’t see any way that this works out for you,” he says, not for the first time, resting his hands on the back of his head while he paces across the sand. “She’s a mermaid, and a princess on top of that. There’s not — there simply cannot be a way for the two of you to be together.”

“Well, it certainly won’t be possible if you don’t give us a chance,” Killian argues from where he has taken a seat on the beach.

"But how? How would it even work? She lives under the sea, Killian, you do realize that, right? She can't just — just pack up her things and move to a little cottage like the rest of the sailors' wives. This is — you live in two different worlds, it just seems impossible."

“Sometimes you learn to do impossible things for love,” Shakespeare cuts in.

Nemo chuckles softly from behind him.

This is exactly how the conversation has been going, around and around in circles: Liam unable to change his point of view, Killian pleading for the freedom to pursue the feelings he feels so deeply in his heart, and Shakespeare giving half-helpful one-liners while Nemo stands silently on the sidelines.

And this is exactly how Emma finds them when her head breaks the surface of the water, bursting with the excitement from her agreement with her parents. Killian sees her first, and he jumps to his feet.

“Look, here she comes now! Maybe talking with her will change your mind about it all.” Killian rushes out into the tide to embrace her as she approaches, and the bright smile that covers his face is the most genuine Liam has ever seen.

“Doubtful,” Liam huffs under his breath, now crossing his arms across his chest as he watches them (though secretly hoping that Killian is right.)

“Emma, darling, what are you doing here?” Killian breathes, barely audible over the crashing of the surf, but Emma just smiles.

“I come with good news for all of us,” she says, sharing her smile with the rest of the group as Killian leads her onto shore, his hand on the small of her back. “Hopefully,” she adds, meeting Liam’s eye, though he does not share her smile. “My parents have given me permission to pursue this, though there are some stipulations when it comes to my royal duties. Those still come first, of course, but as long as I am not needed at the palace or on a diplomatic visit with my father, I am free to come ashore and, well—” She reaches her hand out to find Killian’s, turning completely towards him for the end of her announcement. “And be here, with you.”

In a fit of excitement, Killian wraps his arms around her, lifting her off her feet as he spins them together. “Oh, Emma, this is — it’s more than we ever imagined.”

Emma nods in agreement, and uses this moment to press her lips against his, Killian’s cheeks immediately reddening in the presence of his brother and his father figures.

Liam is still not convinced. “How could this possibly work, little brother? How much time is left over after you’ve seen to your royal responsibilities?”

“Every sailor’s lover has their own responsibilities, lad,” Nemo finally speaks up, wrapping his arm around Shakespeare’s waist as they share a smile. “Finding the time between them all is a challenge that every couple must go through.”

“Besides,” Emma comments. “We’ve managed to find the time to have a relationship without either of our families finding out for the last few weeks, I’m sure we can continue to find time for each other now that we’ve gained everyone’s blessing.”

Liam rubs his hand against his cheek before carding his fingers through his hair. “So, what, your parents — the king and queen of the sea — though I don't understand how that works, because there's a hell of a lot of ocean — are fine with this? They don't think that it's all a ploy for the monsters who live on land to take down the princess of the ocean? Isn't that what you said mermaids are taught to believe we all are?” They're all very valid questions, though Killian would appreciate if his brother could take some of the sarcastic scorn out of his voice.

Killian rolls his eyes, but Emma just shakes her head. “Well, my parents — who, by the way, are the king and queen of the whole ocean but allow many of the other realms to self-govern, so it's not like they have to watch over the whole thing all the time — are the definition of true love, or whatever, so they want to give me the chance to find that for myself. Isn’t that what you want for your brother? A chance for him to be happy?”

This, finally, is what makes Liam cave, though he takes almost a minute's time to think about it, pacing across the sand once again before turning to them with a sharp nod. "Okay. I know — I know I can't make all the rules for you anymore, little brother, but if this is what you want, I suppose the least I can do is be by your side through it, though I may not understand exactly how it's going to work."

A wide smile spreads across Killian's face, and he releases his grip on Emma's hand to wrap his brother in a hug. "That's all I want from you, brother," he says softly, looking over his shoulder at Captain Nemo, who is watching as his husband embraces Emma. "All I could want is the chance to see how this works for us, and to know that you are always by my side through it all."

On Emma's twenty-second name day, almost five years after the first time she saw Killian pulling in the fishing nets at sunset, she takes her place as Princess of the Sea, ready for more responsibilities handed off to her by her parents — but they honor the agreement that she has at least two days a week, as often as they can spare it, where she can go to the shore and be with her love. It's slightly less time than they've gotten used to during the time they have been together, but they never expected being together to be easy.

Killian is twenty-seven, Liam thirty-one when the Captains plan a large dinner party, inviting all of the sailors from both their crews along with their families. This includes both of the Jones brothers, Liam's wife Belle, and not only Emma, but also her father, though the invitation was extended to both the King and Queen. It's something that has never been seen in the remembered histories of both men and mermaids, to have the King on land for a non-diplomatic reason — but King David sees it as an opportunity to finally meet the man that he believes will one day become his son-in-law.

And to witness the moment when the men he calls his fathers, two older, grey-haired gentlemen in matching powder blue waistcoats, announce their plans to finally retire from their lives of adventure and move to their own little cottage along the sea until the end of their days.

The moment when the Jones Brothers are offered the ability to become captains of their own vessels, Liam's in the sky — a concept that the King of the Sea finds absolutely maddening, yet intriguing — and Killian's on the sea.

The two men accept the offers, of course, both of them finally moving closer to seeing their dreams come true — especially Killian, who is now able to plan his journeys in accordance with his lady love's schedule, even finding her sometimes able to join him on his vessel, allowing him to take her to far-off lands.

(And even when she is called away to the palace, she sometimes still manages to surprise him, finding his Jolly Roger on the water and catching his eye as she sits on the waves, just as she did that very first day.)

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#captain swan #lieutenant duckling #cs ff #cs au #mermaid au #fathership #my writing #wordsbymeganmichael

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wewantlol · 3 years ago

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Lance being Lance but “water dancing”

I’ve heard of swimmer Lance, surfer Lance, even implied scuba-diver Lance, ice skater Lance, merperson Lance... But what about synchronized swimmer Lance? I only found one post here and it hardly counts...

‘Cuz, like, we all saw that aerial performance with Red and you can’t tell me this boy doesn’t know how to dance like a freaking swan underwater. I can’t believe he would pass on the opportunity to show those legs of his. Nuh-uh! (He probably hasn't skipped leg day since he hit his first growth spurt)

Am I the only one?

Imagining him with a fancy swimsuit and waterproof make-up everywhere in his body being his radiant self sparkling with confidence, with some jewelry (on arms, wrists, legs, ankles) not too heavy, to make his movements even more eye-catching. He’s like flirting and charming an alien-water based species (depending on the AU) with his underwater moves on soothing alien music (definitely not altean, even the water can’t cover that sh*t) (or the sound of the waves with marine life noises on the background such as whales, like dancing in the middle of them or with them). Because come one, he will totally be in his element and slayin’ it. For the grand final, a platform coming from the bottom of the swimming pool he’s in, pushing through the water, barely out of the surface, long and wide enough for him to put his feet on, push and do a graceful backflip, drops of water following him elegantly back in the water. And bam a new plant in the coalition. (I totally imagine a swimming pool in the middle of a coliseum, with big waterfalls on some sides and little ones under their sits to keep them wet, with bubbles of water gravitating around the whole place, since it's a coliseum the pool is way too much far from the high sits so cameras are showing Lancey Lance on the big screen for everyone, even some cameras submerged to show what he does underwater)

You know what I just had another idea for the crack of it.

This whole show being broadcasted to the whole solar system they’re in, Blue (or Red depending on the canon chronology) for a plot reason isn’t functionally available. All the other paladins, Coran and Allura (even the blades or other characters, again canon chronology) being all separated doing their thing 'cause there is a huge Galra attack on different places inside the system (a system supposedly under their radar for thousands of years) and either way they can't form Voltron. Lance is left behind in the central and most important planet, with no sh*t to do but entertain the very and easily frightened aliens (maybe some of them being like octopus and spreading their very toxic ink (turned into a very toxic huge cloud when out of the water since the Universe is out for them) of very bad chemicals for humans (like deadly bad), etc) and do everything he can so they DO NOT NOTICE the incredibly creepy and enormous purple ships looming over them and practically all the others planets. So why not dance swim is way out of this situation.

And while he does his thing, the others are scattered around on planet ground, or inside a ship, or whateven, and with all the screens existing around them they don't catch Lance being Handsome on the main alien tv. Not. A. Single.Time. The number of hilarious scenes this could create for each one of the characters missing it a comic amount of times... Just I-M-A-G-I-N-E.

Scratch the soothing music, I want those classical masterpieces in the background.

(Hours later. After kicking some purple fury ass and making sure all injuries and collateral damage are taken care of in the different planets, they come back in a hurry after suddenly remembering Lance who they think is still on the planet, and when they are on the control room trying to call the coliseum to have some news and verify their resident goofball is still alive, they see countless of praises to Voltron and their Paladins and number of requests to enter the coalition even from the most reluctant civilizations. Meanwhile, the said goofball is in the lounge room being given a pedicure and manicure from the mice, in his robe and a towel around his hair, alien cucumber equivalent on the eyes, skincare routine on the face, singing along to whatever music Pidge downloaded from her computer to the castle database. And he's surrounded by alien flowers, gifts from clothes to jewelry to knick-knacks, food and snacks, letters, and drawings from the people he literally swooned off their feet.)

(Any record from his performance are mysteriously gone and lost to the vast cosmos (every single record but one for his family back on Earth), the others trying to convince Lance to tell them what he did to have a whole solar system wrapped around his little finger since they can't find any incriminating proof, curtesy of Green for the sake of messing with the Space Rangers, like the messy bitch they are. He would totally make them suffer in their ignorance, for the sole purpose of taking revenge for being abandoned, cause he's petty like that. But Hunk gets bestie privileges after a month of good food.)

... Well, that escalated quickly... Enjoy my brain production!

#lance mcclain #vld #voltron legendary defender #synchronized swimming #crack almost fic

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recentanimenews · 3 years ago

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Don’t Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro – 06 – RPG Dreams and Triple Teams

Naoto wakes up in a heavenlike place, assigned a mage’s staff, and before he knows it he’s falling from the sky into a fantasy RPG world, complete with Nagatoro in skantily-dressed catgirl cosplay.

He manages to protect her from the fire breath of a dragon (who turns out to be Gamo-chan) and Nekotoro rewards him with a peck on the cheek—which would be his first kiss, were this not obviously a dream.

Because it was only a matter of time before things took a turn when Gamo and Yosshi showed up, the four arrive at the Demon Lord’s castle, where the three girls change into even skimpier outfits and reveal that collectively they are the Demon Lord.

They prepare to make him their toy, and he wakes up screaming…in the middle of the family restaurant, just as Nagatoro and her friends spot him. He quickly flees, but leaves behind his sketchbook…full of drawings of Nekotoro, which Nagatoro is surely secretly happy about.

In the next segment, Naoto is simply relaing in the miracle of air conditioning when he gets a call from Nagatoro—that’s right, a phone call—urging him to join her at the beach. When he meets up, he learns Gamo-chan and Yosshi are also in attendance, which serves as some nice symmetry to his RPG dream.

When they arrive, Gamo does what anyone who arrives at a beach would do: take off her shirt and shorts to reveal her black string bikini. When she notices Paisen gawking, she makes it a point to flaunt her bod, and Yosshi joins in with her frilly pink bikini.

Not to be outdone, Nagatoro removes her oversized undershirt to reveal her black-bordered white bikini…as well as her swim club tan lines. That’s right: no one-piece school swimsuits among these cool girls. Naoto retreats to buy the girls drinks.

Nagatoro, Gamo and Yosshi go swimming in the ocean, but Naoto remains under the beach umbrella sketching, worried about sunburn. Nagatoro engages him, offering to apply sunblock to her Senpai … “gently.” When he says that’s something only people dating should do—and he and her aren’t that—Nagatoro is clearly hurt.

She dispenses swift punishment, in the form of liberally squirting sunblock on Naoto, then rubbing it into his back…with her foot. As she does so, she starts to smirk and blush, and Naoto blushes too, indicating this is something both of them are into.

But when Yosshi puts her foot on Naoto as well, observing that it looked liked fun, Nagatoro makes clear she’s not having fun; she is doing her duty as a domme, putting her sub in his place for putting distance between them.

Gamo also joins in, which means Naoto has three beautiful girls pushing him into the sand with their feet. Once he’s sufficiently sunblocked, Nagatoro takes the lead in pushing him towards the water.

While Naoto is not the strongest swimmer, he’d buoyed—literally—by the fact that it’s easier to float in salt water. He, Nagatoro, Gamo and Yosshi proceed to have a blast swimming and splashing in the ocean and then having ramen at the seaside cafe.

That night, when Naoto is back home, Nagatoro calls him to ask if he had fun, and Naoto admits that he did. Of course he did! Not only did three drop-dead gorgeous girls deign to spend time with him and sully their feet so that he wouldn’t suffer sunburn; he also managed to sketch Nagatoro in a moment of pure joy. Thus his summer was not wasted.

Naoto and Hayase may not be “dating” per se, but it’s made abundantly clear by both his dream and the beach trip that the pair are good friends who enjoy hanging out, and her friends have fully accepted him as someone she genuinely cares about. Sure, they can go overboard in messing with him, but at the end of the day they enjoyed his company and he enjoyed theirs.

Episode 6 “Senpai” Count: 29 (+6 “Paisens”) Total: 227

By: sesameacrylic

#Anime #News #RABUJOI – An Anime Blog

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unwoas · 4 years ago

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kim taehyung. twenty five. cis man. — behold! sieon jeon has finally joined us at court! as member of house jeon, allied to house kilborne, they’re known for being genuine, but also quite credulous at times. the halls of this great castle harbors great secrets, and he does not disappoint; reputation precedes them as they’re known for traveling to the far reaches of the known world.

*slides you a baby character* this is my wide eyed troublemaker! i’m looking forward to writing him again. as usual, below are some tidbits and wanted connections for him, so let me know if you’d like to plot a little something! <3

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

name : sieon jeon. label : the wanderer. nickname : the jewel of vermin. age : twenty five. magic : magically-inclined. currently living : family seat.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

traits : genuine. credulous. impulsive. courageous. secretive. sociable. alignment : chaotic neutral. hobbies : map-making. reading or listening to conspiracies. searching for treasure. scaling and climbing things he shouldn’t. eavesdropping. cooking sweet treats. hosting and joining plays or music shows. habits : talking with his hands. “borrowing” things. humming. flirting. sleeping late. speaking loudly. sketching little pictures or phrases. fears : "settling down” ( a marriage. kids. inheriting the keep. ). losing all he’s gained. losing his life before he learns to control his magic.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋.

orientation : pansexual. panromantic. kinks : too many to name or count. experimental. hookups or relationships : very few in the royal village, but plenty outside of the walls. relationship status : single. shipping status : open.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄.

faceclaim : kim taehyung. height : 5′ 10. hair : long, dark brown. eyes : dark brown. piercings : two piercings in each ear. tattoos : none. scars : quite a few small scars from his adventures, but nothing too outstanding or noticeable in the day-to-day.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

level of education : medium. ( high in geography, cartography, sciences and art. very low in history and literature ) occupation : lord of house jeon. adventurer.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇.

drinker? : yes, frequently. smoker? : yes, frequently. recreational drug user? : yes, frequently. disabilities : none. mental illnesses : none known.

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

➥ growing up in the ports of his family’s home, it isn’t a stretch to say the drunken ramblings of sailors and pirates inspired him to take a wonderous approach to life. growing up, he spent more time on the rocky beaches and wooden docks than in his home. at sixteen, sieon captured by pirates. his family couldn’t afford the demands, but he didn’t mind. soon, he held them all in the palm of his hands and convinced them to not only keep him alive, but to let him become a part of their crew.

➥ sieon steered them towards famed treasures and discovered wealth in hidden temples, lost worlds, and distant lands. sieon enjoyed the seas and only returned when a letter from his mother arrived: his father was sick; they wanted him home. for the past few years, sieon’s ached for adventure. struggling to maintain their region, he finds his thoughts wandering to the escape he found outside of the “civilized” world. he needs excitement again, and he’ll almost do anything to taste it once more.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

➥ is very into conspiracy theories, treasure secrets, “cover-ups” and banned literature. even if he doesn’t believe in everything himself, he’s eager to learn things that challenge his worldview.

➥ clumsy with a sword or bow, but an excellent climber, runner and swimmer. he knows how to use a knife for protection, but he’s a firm believer in avoiding fights.

➥ an expert at reading the stars and waves. can do crazy sorts of math in his head, but please don’t ask him to do basic addition or subtraction without scratch paper.

➥ the first to sing at a banquet, the first on the dance floor, the first to star in a play. sieon’s here for a good time wherever he finds himself.

➥ fantastic at making maps. keeps an impressive collection of maps in his home. they hide the bookshelves full of banned books and pamphlets.

➥ good with his hands and fingers. can make, fold, or paint little crafts that he gifts to his favorite people. kind of a bundle of energy in that way. as finessed as he is with his hands, however, his tongue is hardly trained the same way.

➥ brought back some wealth from his adventures, but sieon’s hardly the budgeter. he blew through his treasures quickly, and hardly understands the true wealth he has in knowledge, maps, and secret books stowed in his trunks.

➥ a gift giver. from shells and treats to jewels and gossip, sieon loves the affection and smiles he receives from making people happy. an endless people-pleaser.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

➥ secret circle. a group of people interested in conspiracies, whispers, the occult, etc. who gather and talk about the ~taboo with each other over alcohol and a warm fire. potentially dangerous to the crown, but for now they’re simply . . . talking.

➥ childhood friends. they were once closer than close. best friends, soulmates. then, sieon left without a word and only just now has returned. they’re not sure if they fit in with the “new” sieon’s world, but they hold a special soft spot for each other.

➥ crush. they’re sweet on the eyes and to the ears. sieon’s a constant flirt, harmlessly so, but he feels a little squeeze squeeze to the heart whenever they’re around. it probably doesn’t mean anything, but he’s hanging on every word they say.

➥ betrothal. nothing’s set in stone yet. after all, they’re one of the poorer, less well-known houses in the kingdom. their lands offer more criminals with bribes than tax payers. sieon isn’t keen on the idea of marrying, but his mother’s urging a safe match as their father’s health continues to decline.

➥ discoverer. on an impromptu journey, sieon discovers his magical powers, opening a world of questions, concerns, and danger. they’re with him when it happens and vow to keep his secret ( for whichever purpose ). a confidante by circumstance, they’re by his side when he chooses to tap into this newfound potential.

➥ seducer. ( not necessarily sexual ) they’re promising adventure. fulfillment. excitement. all of those things sound like heaven to sieon, who’s sick of paper pushing and catching his laughs on the street. a nimble young man with good knees and even better ears, they might find good use for him.

#─── ⠀ 🌺 ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀sieon j. ⠀ ／ ⠀ study .#throneintro

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fallinnflower · 5 years ago

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hear the sea

joshua x reader (siren!au)

a/n: thanks @kunsdear for making sure this got written after i messaged her the plot, because i have a bad habit of not finishing things. inspired by the iconic shot from the “fear” mv seen above.

word count: 4924

You’ve always felt drawn to the ocean. It’s hard to say why — you’re not particularly fond of water, nor are you an avid swimmer. And yet when a storm is brewing the sky and sea into a gray-green, frothing mess, you’ll be the last person to leave the shoreline and the first to scour it after the rain passes.

It used to be you and your cousins who would run down to the beach, with pails for castles and shells. When you were young, you’d race them to the sandbars and fight for the best goggles so you could see all the fish. You were more adventurous then, before you knew the dangers that lurked there. The sea was cloudy on the day it betrayed you, and when your uncle placed you back on shore you watched the blood from the mysterious cut on your foot stain the sand, and a fear gripped your young heart that even as an adult you couldn’t shake.

And so you stay away from the water. You steal the treasures the ocean spits up in its vulnerable moments, and put the trophies on your shelves. But you can’t shake the fear as you walk the shore alone, salt in your hair and that call still ringing in your ears.

You’re stubborn, it’s a fact, yet you can’t help but wonder how long you’ll be able to resist that persistent song.

There’s a storm rolling in, and Joshua is more excited than he should be.

It’s been a long time since there’s been a storm that’s lasted all night, but the one rolling in is looking fantastic — at least, according to what Minghao says, and his predictions haven’t been wrong in years. Joshua keeps swimming towards the surface to check the sky, and Jeonghan keeps teasing him for his impatience, but he just can’t help it! He likes being able to walk on land for a bit without dying of dehydration, and storms like this give him that freedom. There’s something powerful about looking out over the ocean from the shore and knowing that he and his brothers rule it. It gives him a bit of a rush.

And he won’t tell his brothers this, but there’s another reason he’s so excited for the storm. For years, every time a storm crests above this particular shore, Joshua has felt a strange pull in his chest. He’s never had the time to fully investigate, but with the maelstrom about to come through he’s hoping to get some answers. There must be something waiting out there for him, he knows it, can feel it way down in his bones.

So as the first drops of rain kiss the waves, he strides onto the shore.

He sees you mere moments after he emerges from the cave where he and Jeonghan store clothing for their various escapades. Although most of their pranks are played on unsuspecting fishermen, they’ve made a few shoreline appearances before.

You’re walking down the beach wearing a large, gray sweatshirt, with the hood pulled up to protect yourself from some of the cold, stinging wind. You have a tote bag slung over one shoulder, and a single bluetooth earbud in one ear. Joshua is horribly confused.

He thinks you’re beautiful. He feels that pull.

He follows it.

You know you probably shouldn’t be out right now, because the radar is showing a pretty long and intense storm, but you can’t help it. Your cousin just got engaged and your house has been so loud for the whole day, you just needed to get out for a bit.

Plus, you just installed a new bookshelf in your room, and you’re absolutely itching to get some new shells and coral bits for it.

Joshua returns home uncharacteristically sullen, and, after much prodding from Jeonghan, he can’t help but to let it all out.

“She resisted the call?” Jeonghan echoes, once he’s finished, and Joshua throws his hands up.

“I don’t know if she even heard it! Is there something wrong with me?” Jeonghan taps a slender finger against his lips, a familiar smirk growing on his lips.

“Well—” Joshua shoots him a sharp look, and Jeonghan relents with a slight chuckle before rising from his lounging position. He rests a hand on Joshua’s shoulder, his expression serious but his eyes glittering with mischief.

“I think we have our next target, hm?” He asks, playfully jostling Josh’s shoulder. Joshua feels a strange knot forming in his stomach at Jeonghan’s words, but he shrugs it off with a smile. After all, it’s not like either of them want to hurt you — it’s just a matter of pride, really.

But then why does he feel so anxious?

“Maybe,” Jeonghan muses, lying back on the sand next to Joshua, the waves lapping up along their legs and torsos. “We really have lost our touch.” His face is fixed into a pout, and Joshua can’t help but let out a laugh despite the nervous tension twisting his stomach into knots.

Not only had you resisted Joshua’s call, but you’d now managed to evade Jeonghan’s, too — and the calls of siren princes were nothing to sneeze at. Their ancestors had lured many, many people into the depths, so it was surprising that you had somehow not even noticed their songs. (Other people had, to be sure. An entire gaggle of college students on break had come bounding into the water almost as soon as he and Jeonghan had begun — so what was so special about you?)

What had begun as what he assumed was simply an outlier case had suddenly become a personal challenge. Who were you to deny the call of a siren prince? If he wanted you in the water, then that’s where you should be! And yet…

And yet he and Jeonghan had both watched you turn tail and walk back towards town the moment the sun began to peek through the clouds above the waters. No matter how much they sang, even with Joshua playing the stupid guitar they had packed away in the cove, you’d barely even spared them a glance. At least other people had the sense to at least applaud them for their song; some even tipped them.

Joshua narrows his eyes at the blue sky, hearing the waves jostle the change in his pocket. He has no use for human money, but he couldn’t very well give it back now. Jeonghan, beside him, has ceased worrying and fallen asleep, but Joshua can’t seem to relax, can’t seem to take his mind off of you and the challenge that you now pose. His heart picks up speed in his chest. He can’t remember the last time he felt so determined, so excited — so, he decides, he’s going to make the most of it.

Step one, Joshua decides, is to learn your behaviors. It feels a little too much like stalking prey, though, and Joshua is very much a pacifist, so he’s very quick to switch his strategy to befriending you. After all, more than this personal challenge he still feels drawn to you, and he’s desperate to understand why.

Not to sound rude, but Joshua can’t seem to pinpoint anything special about you. You’re pretty, as humans go, but you certainly don’t draw attention to yourself and don’t appear to be very outgoing. It only makes you more of a mystery to Joshua, and he isn’t exactly the most patient person in the world when it comes to problem-solving.

He takes note of when you come to the beach, and find that it actually makes this much, much easier for him. For example: you like to come to the shore before and after storms, when the humidity index is high. This is ideal for Joshua because then he doesn’t have to guzzle water in a very… inhuman way just to keep from suffocating. You also like the ocean at night, when it’s cooler and water doesn’t evaporate from his skin and make it scaly so easily. All in all, very convenient.

Except for the fact that Joshua doesn’t really know how to befriend humans. Just sea creatures. However, he notices that you always seem to be looking for shells, and seem to be quite particular about it — and if Joshua has any resource at his disposal, it’s shells.

So he spends the next few days gathering the best he can find and then thinking of the best way to casually approach you with his offering. You’re human, he’s royalty, it can’t be that hard.

You return to the beach after a storm on a Wednesday, and Joshua is a little embarrassed with how excited he is as he dons his human clothes and takes to the beach. In his pocket is a beautiful, perfectly intact conch shell, with a faint rosy color to it. As he runs a thumb over it with his hands in his pockets, he feels confident; this can’t possibly go wrong.

He approaches you. You don’t notice. He clears his throat, very gently, and you look up at him with a positively blank expression.

And then you just… keep staring at him, and he keeps staring at you, smiling so he doesn’t look intimidating. Eventually, though, your expression closes off into one of concern, and he feels his chest constrict a little.

“Can I help you?” You ask, and it feels like the world stops for a moment. Why does your voice sound so pretty?

“Yes!” He exclaims, causing you to wince slightly at his sudden, loud tone. He clears his throat before continuing, “Actually, I saw that you were collecting shells, and I thought you might like this one I found.” He produces his perfect shell from his pocket, smiling his most princely smile, and watching carefully for any change in your demeanor. Your eyes flit from the shell in his hand to his own, and he’s thoroughly confused when your brows scrunch even closer together.

“What did you say your name was?” You ask, and he can’t help but grin wider, feeling as though his plan is working.

“Joshua.” You nod, slowly.

“Right, Joshua.” You readjust the bag on your shoulder and point to the shell in his outstretched hand. “There’s still a conch in there. Just so you know.”

Suddenly, and with extreme force, it strikes Joshua that he is not good at this. He brings the shell back towards his face, chuckling awkwardly when he sees that there is, indeed, a conch still inside. Oh my god. He moves to shove it back in his pocket, ready to turn tail and head back home, but you reach out your hand and stop him. He swears he feels sparks run up his arms when your fingers brush his while you grab the conch — your expression, however, doesn’t change at all, and he wonders if he’s just imagining things. As the waves roll up the shore, you reach down by the water and set the conch in the sand, allowing it to be dragged away by the undertow. Joshua tells himself to give the conch a lift back home as an apology for almost killing it.

“Sorry about that,” he says, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze.

“You should apologize to the conch, not me.” Joshua feels his heart stop when you say that, turning to you with wide eyes. Do you know? How?

But instead of finding you with some wicked expression, he finds you smiling playfully at him, and he realizes you’re trying to joke with him. He laughs, mostly out of relief, and then crouches down by the waves.

“Sorry, Mr. Conch,” he says, playfully, and he can’t help but grin when he hears you giggling behind him.

“I appreciate the gesture, Joshua,” you say, then glance up at the sky. The clouds have begun to clear, and already it feels degrees hotter than when he had first arrived. “I should get going. Nice meeting you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

You’re a good few yards away from him when he realizes he’s missed the most crucial step in becoming your friend, and frantically calls out to you:

“Wait!” You turn, looking concerned again, the wind whipping through your hair. “I didn’t get your name!” You cup your hands around your mouth and call back to him,

“Y/N!” You give him a beaming smile that makes his heart flutter before turning back up the beach and disappearing into the nearby parking lot. Joshua can’t help but grin as he heads back to the familiar cave, humming to himself. Maybe he isn’t so bad at this after all.

Joshua comes to find you every time you’re on the beach, always helping you scour for the best shells and telling you jokes. Sometimes, he plays you songs on his guitar, and he blushes cutely every time you tell him you like his singing.

Joshua is falling deeper and deeper, though he’s trying to convince himself that isn’t true. While at first his interest in you had been rather clinical, his focus has now shifted to you as a person. He wants to know you, what makes you tick, why you come to the beach but you’re never wearing a swimsuit and the sun isn’t shining.

It’s on a cloudy but rainless day he decides to try and test his pull again. Maybe now that you know him, seem to trust him a bit more, you’ll follow through. He starts off humming some song he’d heard on a radio the other day, and you join in, singing softly when he doesn’t know the right lyrics. He tries to ignore the skip of his heartbeat when he hears your voice, the way his breath catches when you let him take your hand and dance around the beach. It isn’t the first time he’s done something silly with you when nobody is around, but it’s the first time you’ve looked so happy, and the only time he’s ever heard you sing.

He remembers his objective and raises his voice slightly as he begins to pull you towards the shoreline. You oblige, smiling broadly and letting him spin you through the sand. His heart races as he feels the water against his ankles—

You freeze, the waves just barely lapping at your toes. Your expression is devoid of any of the happiness he had seen in it, though your hand is still in his. Joshua lets his singing trail off into awkward laughter,

“Come on, Y/N, it’s not that cold.” You don’t react to his joke until he tugs at your hand, sending you stumbling forward onto your knees. Joshua catches you before you can faceplant in the water, though as he lifts you up to stand with him you begin thrashing in his arms, splashing him with seawater as you do. He tells you to calm down, still feeling rather lighthearted and thinking you just want to play around.

“Let go,” you say. “Let me go, Joshua!” He keeps laughing, consumed by a strange sense of relief, holding you fast in his arms. It feels right to have your presence in the water beside him, and it’s as though the waves sing around you with the energy you put off. He feels even more drawn to you, having you here with him.

“I said let me go!” You scream as you push him forcefully away. Joshua stumbles back, falling into the water as you hurriedly back away from the water. He gets a good look at your face from where he’s sitting in the water, and he doesn’t like what he sees.

There are tears in your eyes when you look at him. Your hands are shaking. Joshua feels his chest constrict, a lead weight in his stomach.

“S-sorry, I—” You shake your head, as if trying to get a hold of yourself. Joshua’s mood only plummets further when you take another step away. “It’s so stupid. I’m sorry. I need to go.”

He can feel the fear rolling off of you in waves, and he wonders how he didn’t notice it before when he was holding you in his arms. He isn’t the guilty type, never has been, but as you run up the beach and away from him he feels almost sick with shame.

You don’t come back to the beach with the next storm. Or the next one, or the next. But Joshua still waits.

It shocks him one night, after not seeing you for well over a week, to feel your presence in the water again. It’s not unusual for Joshua to feel a human presence in the water, but it is unusual for him to feel yours. He practically feels flooded with concern, racing towards the source of it — towards you.

He’s relieved, at first, to find himself approaching a rather sizable and well-lit boat. He can see you standing there, your dress sparkling in the sun’s dying rays, looking nervous. It makes his heart sink to see you so beautiful and yet so distressed, and he wonders why your family, who surely must know about your fear of the ocean, has brought you out so far.

Even though nothing appears wrong, Joshua can’t help but want to stay nearby. It shocks him how much he’s missed you, and somehow seeing you has only amplified that loneliness. He wishes he could go sing a stupid song and make you smile, seeing the way you’ve tucked into yourself on the boat.

A group of people he can only assume are your family members draw near you. He can hear the laughter even from this distance, and he can see the bottles of beer they hold in their hands. You laugh, too, but it’s awkward at best. He feels his mouth twist into a frown as he decides to draw just a little closer.

You eye the waves warily while your cousins rave about how beautiful the sunset looks. Objectively, yes, the colors are beautiful, but you’re too nervous to appreciate it. Everyone around you has been drinking, celebrating your cousin’s engagement, and you can’t help but think about how far away from shore you are. It sends a shiver up your spine, and you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself.

“Lighten up, Y/N!” One of your cousins says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Here, come on, have some beer. You’ll feel better.” The thought of drinking any alcohol makes your stomach twist into knots, and you shake your head. Your cousin, undeterred, shoves the bottle closer to your face, and when you still refuse he playfully jostles you. The boat engine roars to life, the yacht begins to creep forward, and your idiot cousin stumbles and sends you over the edge of the boat — the very shallow ledge you’d been eyeing all night and been hoping to avoid. Your screams are swallowed by the waves, by the sounds and wake of the engine that makes the fabric of your dress tangle around your legs. You thrash wildly, terrified, as the sky continues to darken. The boat’s engine continues to roar, propelling your family forward, and you can’t hear anything other than your own pounding heart and the water as you frantically try to stay afloat.

The water is cold, and your dress is too long, and it’s hard to breathe. For a moment, looking up at the purple sky, you see a single star and think it’s a pinprick of heaven. You’re going to die.

You realize, in the midst of your struggling, that a pair of arms is suddenly wrapped around your waist, holding you up. You turn and find Joshua’s face close to your own, your noses almost touching — and you immediately bury your face in his shoulder, his name leaving your lips in a whimper. You can’t tell if the salty taste on your lips is just from the ocean or from the tears you can’t seem to stop, but you can’t think enough to care. Joshua holds you steady amidst the waves as you cry, gently trying to calm you down, and you notice as he assures you you’ll be safe soon that your view of his back appears oddly blue.

Joshua ducks below the water and swims towards the boat, which has now stalled. Your family is gathered around a lifeboat, trying to untie it, as he brings you to the edge. It almost physically pains him, the way you seem so afraid to let go of him, but he gently guides your hands to the railing of the boat’s ladder, helping you up onto the deck. You continue to cry, and your whole body trembles — Joshua finds he wants nothing more than to climb aboard with you and sing until you fall peacefully asleep, but he knows he can’t exactly explain away his current complexion and webbed feet to your family. He tries to slip away, but your cold, trembling hand latches onto his one last time, your wide eyes meeting his as the water dripping off of the ends of your hair and your dress create a puddle around you. You seem terrified, too terrified to even let him go, but Joshua catches a glimpse of the state of his hands, all glittery blue and webbed and almost translucent, as your family begins to surge towards you. He gives your fingers one last squeeze, offering you a half smile as he lets himself drop below the waves and out of sight.

He tails the boat until he sees you walking on land once more, then allows himself to go back home.

When he gets there, he immediately heads to the large library located in the palace, and redoubles his search for answers — just why is he so drawn to you?

Your parents immediately rush you home and into a warm shower, unable to tell if your shivering is from fear or cold or a combination of the two. Your mother makes you tea and throws your favorite blanket in the dryer, so it’s nice and hot when you get out of the bathroom. They tell you to get some sleep, but you find your mind wide awake even in the dark of your room.

While you were showering, you began to come back to your senses — and with your senses came a multitude of questions, mostly about Joshua. Your eyes drift from your window to your shelves of seashells, to the ones he had given you over the weeks, and you feel your chest squeeze a little. You hadn’t really known how to face him after you had shoved him down into the waves, feeling embarrassed and upset by the whole situation — but that didn’t mean you hadn’t wanted to see him. Josh had somehow wheedled his way into your life, becoming a more integral part of it than you had even realized yourself, and you found yourself missing him and his silly songs and stupid jokes more than you would care to admit.

And then, tonight, you had seen him again in the most improbable circumstances. Just how was he so far out in open water, and why did he disappear from view so quickly when your family arrived? And he swam so quickly, so silently… his skin seemed so pale, almost shining…

The questions flood your mind, keeping you awake until you physically can’t keep your eyes open any longer. You’re grateful that your family lets you sleep in the next day, because you’re awake to see the dawn before you come to the conclusion that you need to see Joshua again, and soon.

It’s evening when you decide to walk down to the beach. The temperature has dropped considerably, so most people aren’t wandering along the shore anymore; you arrive as the sun begins to dip below the horizon line and the wind begins to truly pick up.

It hadn’t occurred to you until you’re sitting on the sand alone that you have no way to reach Joshua, no way to know if he’ll actually be here, and yet you feel assured that he’ll show up nonetheless.

He does, only a few minutes later, as the sky begins to turn orange. He approaches you slowly, cautiously, his hair sparkling with water and his brows knit gently together. As if he belongs there, he takes the seat beside you, and for a long moment neither of you speak — you stare out at the sun setting on the ocean, and Joshua watches you carefully, feeling his heart in his throat. When you finally do speak, you still don’t quite look at him.

“Joshua… just who are you, exactly?” You ask, meekly, staring down at your feet buried in the sand rather than looking at him despite feeling his eyes on you.

“I’m Joshua, of course.” His tone is light but careful, and you let out a short huff.

“I’m serious,” you say. “Last night, how did you just happen to be in the middle of the open ocean to save me, and then just disappear?” You let the wind blow your hair into your eyes, still not ready to look at Josh. Despite this, he reaches out to tuck the strands behind your ear. You swear you feel a tremble in his hand as he does it, and he knows that he is shaking — what he’s about to tell you is still new to him, too, and he still isn’t quite adjusted to it, so he can’t even imagine how you’ll react.

“If you really want to know,” he says, slowly, trying to sound calm, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body next to yours. “Then I’ll tell you. But you have to promise to listen until the end.” Although the implication of his words scares you, you can’t help but nod. You came here for answers, and you don’t want to leave without them.

(Or, frankly, without some understanding between you and Joshua, because after the time you spent away from him you realized you don’t really want that to happen ever again.)

So he tells you. And even if you wanted to get up and leave, you feel rooted to the spot. Neither of you look away from the ocean as he talks, watching the starry waves lapping at the shore. Joshua’s voice has the rhythm of the ocean in it, you think. It’s soothing.

“If you’re a siren,” you start, finally turning to him. “Then shouldn’t you want to hurt me, or something? Isn’t that what siren do?” Joshua sighs, and you wonder why you aren’t even remotely frightened by all this when you think maybe you should be. But, as you look at Joshua and the way his brow furrows, the way he draws patterns in the sand to soothe his nerves, you realize you could never really be afraid of him no matter what he tells you because he’s Joshua. The same Joshua who apologized to a conch and sings to you when you seem upset.

The same Joshua who saved your life only last night, when he could have just let you drown.

“That’s… the more complicated part.”

“More complicated?” You reply, attempting to lighten the mood. He chuckles lowly at that, glancing at you for a moment, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him blush before now. Your acceptance of the situation seems to comfort him somewhat, as the crease between his brows smooths. He lets out a long, slow breath before he speaks.

“Sometimes, apparently, members of the royal family… bond with someone. They think it has to do with preserving bloodlines, or something like that, but you have basically a— um, a mate—”

“Joshua.” He pauses and turns to you. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?” Even though it’s getting quite dark, you can tell your question makes him blush even more furiously. You wish it was daylight because you’re sure it’s adorable.

“Um. Yeah, basically.” You turn back towards the sea, feeling your own cheeks turning red, and nod once. Even though you asked the question, you hadn’t really expected such a simple answer, and yet with how overwhelming the situation is as a whole, that simplicity brings you some solace. Somehow, despite it all, you feel calm with Joshua beside you. You look out over the wide, dark expanse of water, and for the first time in years you don’t feel fear. After all, if Joshua comes from the sea, it couldn’t possibly be so bad as you once thought, could it?

You feel his shoulder brush against yours, and accompanying it are butterflies taking flight in your stomach. You may not be in love with Joshua, but you can’t deny that you feel drawn to him — that when you’re around him, you have the feeling that everything is going to be alright; even when you were almost drowning, as soon as you saw him you knew you were safe.

You may not be in love with him now, you think, but you certainly could be.

After a moment that feels much longer than it was, you shift your gaze from the water to Joshua — patient, wonderful Joshua, who looks at you with fondness and concern, and who waits for you to make the next move. You can practically feel anxiety rolling off of him in waves, and so you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Okay,” you say, smiling and leaning your head onto his shoulder. “I can work with that.”

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iaal · 5 years ago

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Adultrio +Pouf and Pariston beach with their s/o hc

I’m just a sucker for beach episodes ok??? I was at the beach and I thought about what Hisoka would do and I end up imagining all of them. Half of them would never put a foot in a public beach but that’s what makes it fun.

Hisoka:

Going to the beach in the late afternoon to early evening when most people go home is the ideal time for him. He doesn’t like when it’s crowed and he knows that the less people around, the more he can get away with if he wants to get inappropriate with you.

This time slot is also ideal to avoid tanning. I like to think nen users are more protected against the elements somehow and he wouldn’t need sun protection normally, but at noon at the beach his skin would still get some color and it’s not aesthetically pleasing for him. If you had sun screen with you he’d ask you to put some on him, even if it would be pointless, any occasion is good for being touched.

Touching you is also greatly appreciated and if you were to ask him to put some sun screen on your back it would derailed quickly. Either letting his hands wandered more than you asked him to or just lightly teasing you, he wouldn’t just give you a hand if there’s nothing fun for him in it.

Relaxing is not an option with him, he wouldn’t stay put on his towel and consequently, neither would you. Like with a kid, you’d have to keep him entertained and playing in the water is way more tempting than staying quietly on the sand. Better not take beach games with you though, he can get quite riled up.

Because he likes to show off anywhere he goes, if kids are making sand castles around he would make one too. It will be bigger, more complex and done in a flash to amaze them and if they were to ask how he did he would say it’s magic. It’s really just bungee gum.

Hisoka is easy to turn on but the beach mood, the sight of your body and the constant skin touching when you’d both be fooling around in the water would be too much of a sensory overload for him to stay nice. The only thing preventing him to fuck you would be that having to deal with people calling the police about your little show would spoil and cut his fun short. If the police officers were nen users it’d be a different story but creating a panic just by killing nenless people wouldn’t be worth it for him.

Making you cum with his finger, appearing completely composed while you’d try your best to not give away what’s happening under the water is, however, a perfectly innocent game to play.

At nighttime he’d want to go skinny dipping with you, you wouldn’t have a say in the matter after all you’ve enticed him all day with almost no clothes on you. So why not take the rest off now that you’re hidden in the dark?

With little to no witnesses left on the beach he’d not hold back this time, releasing all the frustration he’d felt when the sun was still up.

Chrollo:

If you really want to go the beach he’d prefer to go at night, having a picnic under the stars and swimming in the moonlight. He cares about his goth aesthetic.

As long as you packed a beach umbrella he wouldn’t mind too much to come during actual tanning hours. He’d read on his towel, just relaxing to the sounds of wave, he can take a book anywhere and the beach is as good as any other spots.

If you want his attention he’d get his nose out of his book reluctantly to actually try to enjoy the beach. Not like he hates it, it’s just not that interesting for him, it’s just sand and water he doesn’t get what’s so exciting about it.

What interests him more are all the types of people going around and enjoying themselves. He’d be more entertain observing them and trying to analyze them than playing volleyball on scorching hot sand. Chrollo always love to have a window into the life of people and a place where they are relaxed and have fun with their love ones is a good occasion for that.

To actually make him moves his ass and drag him in the water would need a bit of convincing first. He’d argue that’s he’s fine where he is and you can swim all you want on your own, you really don’t need him for this. But if you insist enough and he feels like it he’d humor you but just for a bit. He’s a good swimmer and he has a perfect form, that doesn’t mean he particularly likes to swim and he’d not do it for long. He’d stay a bit longer just to keep you company and once he’d think it was long enough he’d go out of the water. Don’t ask him to come again, he’d obliged you once, don’t act spoiled now.

A walk on the beach would require less bargaining and he’d be happy to stretch his legs for a bit. He’s not fond of PDA but just holding hands would be ok while you walk, he might even do more affectionate gesture like putting his arm around your shoulders. Goth Spider aren’t totally immune to the summer mood.

Walking around is also a good way to make the day a bit more fun. Lots of people are not careful enough with their bags and they’d learn their lesson by finding that their wallet is missing when they’d go back to their spot. Really, Chrollo would just teach them in what kind of world their living by confiscating their possession, a wallet is cheap for such a valuable eyes opening experience.

And because sharing is caring, he’d use his loot to buy you an ice cream, he’d jokingly says it your hush money.

During your night beach trip you could tempt Chrollo to get a bit more frisky in the water, he’d not always be up to it but if you take some bottles of good wines with your for you picnic he might be more receptive to the idea.

Illumi:

It’s hard to get him to go on a date but he’ll do it occasionally, the beach however is far from his favorite place and to go to a public beach...you’d have to really really deserve it for him to accompany you.

He hates everything about it, the sand in his hair is high on his list and he’d wear his hair in a bun or ponytail to lessen the damage. He’d be ready to end anyone, be it woman, children or elderly that carelessly throw sand in direction when they walk or run next to him.

Luckily he’d be in a bad enough mood so that his aura would prevent anyone coming near in a 10m radius. You’d have earned to choose the place as a reward but don’t count on him to be a ray of sunshine about it, he wouldn’t try to hide his distaste and he’d make it clear how much of a stupid idea it was.

What could cheer him up a bit is to make snarky comment about how people educate their kids when he’d watch parents dealing with children throwing a tantrum or not listening to what they say. He could talk for hours about how Killua was such an obedient child and would go down memory lane, forgetting to sulk.

Too focus on his nostalgia he’d be oblivious to all the woman checking him out. None of them would try hitting on him though, not that they would be dissuaded by your presence or his ominous aura, but Illumi, especially among commoners seems way too far from their league. Sand between his ass cheeks and hair all messed up is not enough to take away the regal air about him.

There’s no way he’d swim and torture his hair with salt water if he doesn’t absolutely have to. You could at best convince him to take a walk with your feet in the sea but that’s it. If he stays in the shore so would you, leaving his side would be forbidden, don’t hope to frolic in the water.

If you loves the sea that much and ask him to go again he’d tell you that he has already bought you a private island and you can take some butler with you. Illumi beach adventure would end as soon as it had started

Pouf:

Pouf would hate that you’re basically naked in front of others than him and to have him accompany you to the beach you’d have to present him with a fait accompli. You’ll need to call him to ask him to meet you there if you want to avoid the argument. He’d knew you were there obviously, he never stops his surveillance, but to not give his spying away he wouldn’t come on his own

To preserve his sanity don’t wear a bikini. Anything too sexy would shatter his image of you, you’d be taken home at once to be hypnotized and punished for being a slut, but even an innocent bikini would cause him a great amount of distress. The more skin you show the more he’d cry.

A more “chaste” swimsuit wouldn’t cut it either, he’d find you very cute but glare at anyone sparing a glance in your direction. The ones looking at your more insistently would be as good as dead, he would attach a small Beelzebub to them to deal with them later.

Even if he came in a short notice he wouldn’t come to the beach empty handed, he’d have a hat and a white shirt prepared for you that he would insist you put on the instant he arrives and a gallon of sun screen that he would want to apply on you every ten minutes. He does care about your purity but he also care a great deal about your health and he’d remind you how the sun can be bad for you.

And because he can’t help spoiling you he’d also bring homemade snacks in case you’re hungry. Enough to feed 10 people and all with all quality ingredients, Pouf doesn’t feed you cheap food. You’d have the choice in 5 different flavored waters to be sure you stay well hydrated, all made with fruits he picked for their high vitamin count and antioxidant properties so your skin wouldn’t be damaged. Your beauty routine is his responsibility too.

To avoid having too many eyes on you he’d want you both to stay in the water; the sea can be dangerous so he wouldn’t risk anything and give you legs massage before you enter the water and help you do some warm up. Being too cautious never hurts.

You wouldn’t be able to swim too far, not on his watch. He’s confident he could react quickly if anything were to happen but he wouldn’t risk it. You already said no to the water wings, you can at least stay near the shore to appease him.

It’d be a very stressful day for Pouf, he’d try by any means to deter you from going there again, your very first beach trip with him would probably be your last.

Pariston:

Pariston is used to private beach in luxurious resorts with attentive employees on high alert to fulfill any of this need. But a public beach?? And you can bring read what he wrote on his palm sandwiches?? Sign him up.

It’s not like you’d be able to choose your swimsuit yourself, he’d take you shopping for one and pick one extremely revealing. Still stylish but not the kind you wear in a family packed place. He’d be delight by all the head turning your way and be sure to whisper in your ear what kind of salacious thought you’re inspiring to the vacationer.

Like for everything else he would be very enthusiastic and excited by anything, he’d try food from any beach vendors that come his way and buy you some. You wouldn’t want to spoil the fun by not snacking on a tons of high calorie food wouldn’t you? He’d still tell you’d get fat with each new snack but he would also still insist that you eat again when he spots the next vendor.

For the occasion he’d have bought a big inflated raft with enough room for the two of you. He’d let it drift far enough from the shore to scare you, not making any attempt to go back until your panic stop amusing him. He’d know you’d never try to swim back without his permission.

From the outside you’d look like a cute couple playing in the water but Pariston always likes to play a bit rough. He’d firmly hold your head underwater too long to make you wonder if he’d let you come up, but not long enough to make you too weak and gather attention. When you’d resurface he’d welcome you with a laugh, like he was having the time of his life.

That’s not a game that would entertain him for long, when he really wants to have some fun he’d undo the bottom of your swimsuit and walk back to the shore with it, leaving you mortified and half naked in the water. Either you’d wait a very long time not knowing if he’d get bored and come back to “save” you or you walk back to him, hiding what you can to get your swimsuit back.

If he has to be the one coming back to you he’d be annoyed enough to want to tease you more. He’d force you to say how exciting it was to be so exposed for anyone to see with crude details while he fucks you. His image always comes first so you’d better be discreet and not have him get caught. He’d only do that with someone he has trained enough to be able to stay quiet but new enough to still feel very anxious in this kind of situation.

Pariston would shamelessly hit on attractive girl in front of you, telling you to stay on your towel, you wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch him flirt, it’d make sure to do it at earshot distance. When he wouldn’t flirt with strangers he’d compare your body to theirs, pointing what is better than yours, subtly or not depending on what type of reaction he’d be fishing from you.

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