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britany1997 · 6 months

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours

Paul x GN Selkie Reader

Paul x creature partner is my favvvv, think he would be so cute with a selkie reader🥰🥰 hope y’all love this! Not sure if there will be more yet but I plan to keep it fluffy regardless:)

(Also Paul is on the Santa Carla ocean conservation board because of Fishy, so he’s an advocate for all sea creatures🥹)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be nude a couple times because in selkie lore, they are when they shed their seal skin🤷🏻‍♀️ (readers body not described)

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Paul’s teeth tore into the skin of some asshole’s neck. He was sure at one point he’d known his name, but after an endless night of sharing joints, it was long forgotten.

Paul wasn’t picky about his blood, but stoners were his filet mignon. They had a sweet and spicy flavor, and they always left him with a buzz.

This one was yummy, but he’d been insufferable. He wore a scarf and wire rimmed glasses he didn’t need, he was a philosophy major who’d met both of his girlfriends in his gender studies class, and ten minutes into their conversation, he’d explained to Paul that it was actually pronounced “Van Goff” and not “Van Go.” Paul had quickly moved him from his smoke circle list to his dinner list.

As he sucked the last drops out of Mr. Pretentious, Paul let his body fall to the sandy ground underneath the boardwalk.

He checked his watch, there was still time before sunrise. Paul couldn’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his night then ride out his high on the beach.

Dwayne seemed to like it after all.

Paul snuck away from his dumping grounds and began to stumble towards the shore.

He paused, rubbing his eyes.

He had to be hallucinating, because reclining on the sand was the most attractive person he’d ever seen in his unlife…

…totally naked. God what was in that weed.

He rubbed his eyes again. You were still there.

So this was why Dwayne loved the beach so much.

You were radiant. Alluring in a way that made Paul swear he’d dreamed you up. No person was that perfect. He was over the moon instantly.

A look of pure determination washed over his face as he desperately tried to conjure the words to speak to you. He scowled as he thought this would have been a lot easier if he was sober.

After a few minutes, he realized he’d better come up with something quick because he’d been fumbling around behind you for an almost unacceptable amount of time.

Just as he was about to approach you, he watched you shiver as a cool breeze blew past. Your arms crossed over yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to keep warm.

Paul softened. He may have been a bloodthirsty, vicious vampire. But dammit, he was also a gentle man.

His eyes scanned the shore until they landed on a sleek leather coat.

Paul strode to your side and picked up the coat, smoothing it out a little.

You whirled around, fear blooming in your chest at the sight of a strange man holding your coat, your only escape to the ocean.

But instead of keeping the coat for himself, he flashed you a warm smile and held it out to you.

“You must be freezing,” he said, maintaining impressive eye contact as your naked body graced the sand.

Your jaw dropped. You’d heard many horror stories from elder selkies about the cruel and savage human men who would hunt down stunning selkies, only to take their coats and lock them away. Confining the selkies to the land, and shackling them to the men who’d stolen from them.

The captured selkies would be forced to live as humans while their hearts ached desperately for the world beneath the water.

You’d met some of your kind who’d suffered this terrible fate and escaped, but some you knew had never returned.

But this sweet, handsome man, he was giving you your coat? You’d never heard of such a kind human man.

You took the coat from his hands, half expecting him to yank it back, but he didn’t, he let you take it. “Thank you,” you uttered reverently, folding the coat over your arms.

“No problem baby,” his smile widened, “what’s a babe like you doing out here so late?”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I- I’m not a baby,” you told him. You had thought you looked like any regular adult human in this form.

Paul’s eyes widened, “oh uh, no sorry that’s not what I meant,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s like uh…well you know it’s a nickname.”

He was wayyy to high for this.

“Nick…name?” You rubbed your temples, “but my name is not nick…” you trailed off, confused.

Paul’s head was pounding. “No, sugar, it’s like um…it’s like a nice thing to call someone you know?”

Your face flashed with something Paul thought resembled understanding as you nodded slowly.

“Damn babe, you from outer space or somethin?” He asked, only half-joking.

“No,” you replied.

“Mkay,” he shrugged, hey he had secrets too, one of them was currently decomposing under the boardwalk.

He noticed your shoulders shake before realizing the coat was still in your arms, “you’re not gonna put that on sweetheart?” he asked.

Your lips pulled downward. You weren’t ready to change back yet. Not when you were having such a wonderful time with this man. He was teaching you important human things. You figured you’d better stick around.

You vigorously shook your head no.

Paul mirrored your frown. He couldn’t let you freeze to death. “Alright baby well at least take mine,” he offered as he shrugged out of his own jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

You could have melted into a puddle right there.

This man hadn’t just returned your coat. He’d given you his coat as well. What a strong man he must be to brave the cold. He would be the perfect mate.

You practically purred as he buttoned the jacked around your shoulders. You leaned in to nuzzle against his shoulder. “You’re so strong” you hummed, “so warm, so handsome.”

God bless the beach.

Paul beamed, “yeah baby? I hit the gym every now and again, nothin special.” He flexed his bicep with a smirk.

“Mmm,” you hummed, moving closer to press your cheek to his chest, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to be close.

A goofy smile spread across Paul’s face as he couldn’t imagine a man on earth as lucky as he was.

Then he remembered. Daylight.

His watch confirmed his fears, it was time to go.

“Listen sugar, I could do this all night but I’ve gotta get going,” he cursed his Sun intolerant vampire body, “but give me your number honey and I’ll call you anytime.”

You glanced up at him, confusion written all over your face. “Which number do you want?” You asked.

His brow furrowed, “home, cell, work, whatever you have babe.”

“Three?” You guessed.

Paul shook his head in disbelief.

“Let’s try this, where do you live baby?” He asked.

You smiled, you knew this one.

“With you,” you purred, wrapping yourself around him once more.

Paul raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“I live with you now,” you informed him.

Paul stood still for a second, processing as you held him.

“Yeah ok,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you toward his motorcycle. Best night ever.

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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It's just a game!

paring: Namor x fem! human! reader; established relationship

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n:

reader is human, no bpwf spoilers

105% self indulgent

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The sand is cool under your barefoot. It is past midnight. The waves hit the shore softly, greeting your feet in periodically spaced rhythm. You dig your feet deeper into the sand, feeling the texture of cool water and the sand between your toes.

Your lover was supposed to meet you in this beach couple hours ago, but there was no signs of him yet. You take a stroll along the shore, your flowy, long dress swayed back and forth in the gentle breeze. Luckily, it is not wet yet. You didn't wanna shiver from soaked clothes.

The loud splash of water few meters deep in front of you got your attention. There he is, your man...sitting on a whale, dramatic as ever. You shake your head playfully at the sight, but your heart leapt up after seeing him. It's ridiculous how just his presence had you feeling fluttery in your chest. Your entire face beamed.

He calls out, beckoning you to come into the water to 'join him for a ride.'

"I'm not getting on that!" instinctively and sub consciously you take a step back at the sight of the whale. You were always scared of huge sea creatures, and that's not gonna change now. He sends it back to the sea, and flies towards you.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Long day?" your hand automatically reaches out to touch his face, as it did many times before.

He hums in response, and leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. Your other hand rests on his chest.

"But you have to make it up for it," you say playfully.

"Anything you say, In yakunaj."

"Hmm," you pretend to think for a second, "I know how you can make it upto to me, my love," you grin with mischievous glint in your eyes.

The tension on his shoulders vanishes. His lazy, sweet smile is clearly visible under the silver moonlight. He wasn't huge on 'surface dwellers' terms of endearment for their lovers, but the way everytime you addressed him as 'My love,' his eyes softened. What could be more sweeter than that? What could be more delightful then being your love?

You did not think he would get this competitive. You suggested he should play the game of tag with you. A childish game, but a fun one to play with your man nevertheless, especially when he wasn't aware of it before.

When you brought it up, his eyebrow raises slightly, a playful smirk on his lips. Then gets absolutely determined to tag you in your little game.

"Tag, you're it!" you peck his cheek before taking off.

He watches you with a grin, waiting for a couple of minutes, giving you a headstart.

You run, try to, at least on the sand on your barefoot as fast as you can with him hot on your trail. You made a mistake of glancing back to see him.

He doesn't even have to fly, he is already sprinting behind you with a face of hardcore determination.

Shit, is that what his enemies sees? You shake off that thought.

"It's just a game, babe! It's just a game!" you yell, half scared at the adrenaline fueled thrill of the chase, half amused and laughing at his concentration in a childish game. But you are not really scared of him though. You knew he would never hurt you.

You squeals fills the air, mixed with your giggles as he tackles you to the ground. You are pretty sure you hair is dusted with the sand.

He pins you down, trapping you between his arms.

"You cheated!" you pout, your breath still heaving from your little run.

"I didn't even fly, Y/n/n," he chuckles. "I even gave you a headstart."

To that, you smile and your hand reaches out to pull him closer by the back of his neck.

"Still not fair," you grin at him, "but I'm feeling merciful right now, so I'll let you off."

"Oh, you are letting me off?" his laughs reaches his eyes. He looks so beautiful, his jewellery glinting under the cool moon light.

God, he should do that again. You wish you could trap that sound, and keep that in your pocket and listen to it whenever you wished.

"You are still trapped, in amado," he leans in, his whisper and breath hot on your ears. He leans closer, his face next to your yours, your noses almost touching.

"Mm hm," you close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you.

Your heart rate speeds up. Your eyes darts between his amorous deep brown eyes and his salacious lips. Your thumb strokes the back of his right ear tenderly.

He takes a sharp breath at your touch.

The anticipation kills you. Impatiently, you keep your eyes closed still.

"Tag, you're it," his voice is dangerously low and he lets you do and gets off you in an instant. His mischievous eyes matches the teasing tone in his voice.

"Hey!" you get up after a minute before realising you are not getting your sweet kiss.

"You have to catch me for that, little dove," he walks back, still looking at you. A wide grin plastered on his face.

"Babe! Give me my kiss!" you let out a whine, and run after him.

That cheeky man.

He purposely slows down few moments later, to let you 'catch him.'

And his lips never tasted more sweet.

"I love you," you breathe through the kiss.

He doesn't have to say it back, you knew it. He deepens by the kiss and pulls you closer as much as possible by your neck, his grip is gentle yet firm.

You could not decide which is sweeter, his lips or this moment.

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Translation:

I used a translator website, if there is any mistake, I apologise, it wasn't intentional. And please correct me if I'm wrong.

In yakunaj - my darling

in amado - my beloved

#wystie-verse #namor x reader #namor #namor fluff #namor imagine #k'uk'ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #black panther wakanda forever #bpwf imagine #bpwf

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wasyago · 1 year

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YAGO!!!! GAHFRHRHAHARHAHRHRF IM BACK (Design Detail Anon back << i dont know what to call myself LOL) I HAVE MORE WORDS

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BIOLUMINESCENT TRITONS?!!!?! Obviously Gillion's eyes and coral already glow cause of his funky scrungly squelchy magic BUT what if... he had little glowing freckles... scales? im not fully sure how fish people work.

Your designs for Gillion and Edyn already do an amazing job of separating their underwater biology from humans like Chip and Jay (thinking of the glossy skin, the tails, and the yellow sclera/slitted eyes)- like it's very easy to tell by looking at them that while they are People they are very much FISH People. Which of course sounds pretty obvious but I mention it because a lot of triton art I see usually just looks like a blue person with gills and fins, if that makes sense.

But to expand on my original question- both Gill and Edyn are from the trench, and, in my logic, adjacent at the very least, to other deep sea creatures like anglar fish and some squids. They already have darkvision but the image of them having little hidden patterns when they get super deep in the ocean is... so cute...

im realizing after Ive written all of this that it kinda stopped being a question and started being a ramble so I do apologize :']

(on another note I love your caspian redesign it does a really sweet job of incorporating literal elements of water into his features *smooches him* **respectfully***)

OMG!!!! i love all your thoughts this is so cool thank you for sharing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and thank you!! i tried very hard to make caspian look like a water spirit and not an ocean creature and still make him interesting visually...)

you know, now that you've said that the trench is deep under water im realizing that it's something i didn't actually think about. like, i remember hearing Gill say that he's from the trench, but it never actually registered in my brain that trench = deep and dark. everything makes so much sense now oh my god.... finn saying "why did they keep this from us" about the sun, because the sun simply doesn't reach to where they live...

i dont know why i imagined the capital as this bright white sunny coral reef when it should be dark and mysterious and harsh with no sunlight. bruh. it makes so much seeeense. and all the talk about strict rules for safety and foodchain and danger, because they're literally so deep there's a lot of giant spooky creatures.... hold on im having a worldview change.... oh god....

considering all this... YES bioluminescent tritons!!!!!!!!!!!! i imagine they don't glow too much, since while tritons are pretty smart they don't have a lot of natural protection from predators and attracting attention would be suboptimal. but they do have glowing parts for um... reasons. idk, they're magical creatures in a magical world.

i imagine their stripes and eyes and hair and underbellies all emit a glow in low lighting, and in complete darkness only the stripes are visible. and every triton has a unique stripe pattern or color so they're all different like that.

idk how it actually works. like, if they glow in any darkness or only in the darkness under water (although it wouldn't make a difference since they're always wet) or only when they're very deep or if they can choose when to glow or when to not, but its still a very cool detail!!!!!!!!!!! glowy fishy people yayyy

#yagotalk #my art #sketch #oh boy do i tag this.... its a long text post......#aah yeah fuck it we ball #gillion tidestrider #edyn tidestrider #jrwi riptide

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decarabiandivorce · 3 months

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Day 5: Flowers / Summer Breeze

Summer was horrible no matter how many years passed by. Despite wearing a rather breezy outfit, Venti felt like he was going to die.

So there he was, laying on the ground underneath Vennessa’s symbol’s branches. The newly planted tree provided a bunch of shade, the delicious smell of home laid within its leaves. Sweeter than honey and warmer than nectar, but the dastardly heat destroyed any hint of serenity. Curse whatever god thought this was a good idea.

The anemo god summoned a breeze, but even the winds around Mondstadt did not want to move. Understandable, but the archon was suffering here! The squire- now Lord Ragnvindr was busy today, his kin were busy harvesting and he had banned the wind wisp from bothering them today!

Venti wanted to sob. He was alone! Alone and Suffering! It’s toooooo hot!!!

He can’t even summon the strength to strum his strings! Nor words could form in his mind! Nothing but emotions rising like the heat.

Yet salvation smiled upon the bard, as he felt the breeze of wings flapping down near him.

“Dvalin!” Venti smiled at his friend.

“Barbatos.” Dvalin said back.

“Dvvaaaaaallllllllliiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!”

Venti complained, “It's so hot! Why are summers so hot! Why can’t it be spring or fall! Heck! I think even winter would do me well!”

Dvalin snorted, his tail wrapping around the giant tree. Venti moved from the grass to the stones near his friend’s snout. “I don’t see why you can’t fly to somewhere colder.”

Venti put his arms around him, “Tired… I’m going to die here… I’m going to melt into a little Venti puddle. Woe! W-Ahahaaa!” Dvalin flapped his wings, sending a nice cool breeze towards the archon’s face. Falling down from the strength of his winds, Venti looked up at the aqua dragon with nothing but familiar love.

“Get on my back.”

“Eh?”

Dvalin rolled his eyes, and lowered his body ever so slightly. Eyes full of sparkles, Venti hopped on top of the dragon, barely having enough time to grip the azural feathers before the dragon leaped. Venti laughed and screamed at the sudden acenseion, the winds of Mondstadt saying goodbye as the duo zoomed.

Before long Dvalin’s pace slowed, allowing Venti some grace to lay on his back.

The clouds looked peaceful. The sky looked lovely. The heat may be killing him at the moment, but with every second he flew side by side with his east wind, it was pure bliss.

With the falcon of the west having ascended, he should make plans for the three of them to fly like this.

Looking down and holding Dvalin’s body by his legs, the endless ocean beyond Mondstadt looked refreshing.

“Inazuma is over there.” Venti muttered.

“I know!”

“…?” Where was he taking him.

More water greeted him.

Creatures of all sorts lived in these depths- far away from any boat. What was in this area that Dvalin was so eager to show him?

Then he saw it.

The peaks of land- no. An Archipelago.

“Woah!” Venti called out. There was no map in the nations he visited of such a place! A brand-new section of land only known to Dvalin? That’s so cool!

Then he felt it.

Something… was…

…?

“Those trees are only grown in Mondstadt.” Venti muttered as Dvalin approached the islands.

“It smells like home here.” Said Dvalin. “Also, the sea mist grants such a nice coolness to the area.” Venti hopped down from his friend’s back, the beaches of this place was much cooler than Mondstadt’s- while being warm enough to make him want to lie down like a cat. Practically on cue, Dvalin rested on a large section of rock as Venti explored the area.

Flapping his wings and closing his eyes, he called out to any winds living in this area. Nothing. No… only faint traces of wind- like messages carved on wood.

The summer breeze was friendly, greeting him like an old friend. “Don’t you remember, newborn god?”

He kneels down to the edge of one of the islands, the rock too smooth for natural erosion. Windcut. Windcarved. Windswept.

A being with anemo made these islands...

A being with anemo used Mondstadt’s geography to make-

Wait.

Venti’s face turns redder and redder, wishing to sink into the dirt as a memory of his youth pops into his brain. The sea breeze laughs in his head as the anemo archon collapses. These were no ordinary islands! These were mountains! His mountains!

“Ugh….” He is never going tell Morax this.

Wait no.. he probably should. Get them called neutral land or something. It’s not like anyone in Mondstadt is going to use them with them being so far far far away. Perhaps he could name them something like “Haar Islands” and be done with it.

As the anemo archon recovered from the heat in his face and from the sun, he looked towards his close friend enjoying this sanctuary. Perhaps this heat wasn’t so bad after all.

#steel text #genshin #venti #genshin impact #ventiweek2024 #dvalin

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wolfsbanesparks · 1 year

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I love seeing Billy's relationship with God's other then his patrons

He is hera's favorite champion and person in general, largely because he is a tattletale, if zeus starts to piss him off... well then it's a good thing he has his wife on speed dial

Athena is like the cool aunt the tells him all the embarrassingly stupid stories and secrets just so she can watch her family squirm

Hestia would definitely be like maternal figure to him and would totally act as his personal therapist, All her younger siblings are grown up so she can't spoil them anymore but she can for billy

Apollo would definitely help his charisma by showing him ways to use his voice and by making him a better story teller

Persephone is definitely the doting big sister and thinks he's absolutely adorable no matter what he's doing, he could be breathing and she'll start cooing at him, much to his great annoyance

Also if he gets mad at his pantheon, do you think he starts worshipping other gods like Norse or mesopotamian?

Sorry this took literally forever for me to answer but I absolutely adore all of these!

I am also a huge fan of Billy building relationships with other gods/mythological beings! It just adds an extra bit of worldbuilding that is such a natural extension of what we already have.

I think it would be funny if Shazam and Hecate had a millennia old dispute and Billy thinks he's going to have to play mediator, but Hecate thinks teaching Billy magic is the greatest way to get back at Shazam. Billy is just happy to get some magic lessons and is a very eager student.

I also think it would be really cool if Billy met Hephaestus because of his work as Champion (maybe returning a weapon the god had forged so it could be kept safe) and Hephaestus really likes him because he's a hard worker and doesn't treat him differently because of his disfigurement. Imagine Freddy also gets to meet him and Hephaestus makes him a specially forged crutch that is extremely durable and lightweight, but also enchanted to always return to him (especially useful when he transforms and leaves it somewhere).

Billy as Cap visits Aquaman in Atlantis Poseidon drops by just for a bit of fun, taking him on deep sea adventures and boasting about all the strange creatures that live in the ocean like they're his pets.

Billy has a bit of a grudge against Eros (cupid) for making Cap fall in love that one time, but Eros just thinks its kind of funny. But Billy went to Aphrodite who made Eros promise not to meddle anymore (though she does send Billy encouraging little notes whenever he gets a crush which he finds both embarrassing and endearing)

I also think that Billy is the type to get to know not just major figures but also minor gods/goddesses granting them equal amounts of respect as he does Olympians. He happily chats with nymphs and other nature spirits as he travels around the world. He leaves tiny offerings of candy at every tiny altar he happens to pass by whether he knows the god personally or not just because he knows they'd probably like a little acknowledgement.

I think Billy is naturally curious about other pantheons, especially since not all of his patrons are from the same one, so he reads up on local mythology whenever he travels somewhere. I'm not sure if he would worship them per se, because I think Billy is just not someone who traditionally worships even his own gods. But he does learn about them and occasionally seek them out (especially when he's a bit fed up with his own gods).

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #greek gods #worldbuilding #there are so many ways he could interact with mythological figures and its so fun to explore them!

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lendeah · 9 months

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Hey I saw ur recent thing about astarion/durge w scars and I raise to Astarion/Tav with a shit ton of scars they actually do have stories for (either really dumb or really cool or kinda traumatic) and astarry just lovingly traces them and asks about them

YES!!! I love the idea.

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for asking! 🤍🫶🏻

Astarion loved tracing the little scars dotting your body. Even in moments of exhaustion, as you both lay on the bedroll after a arduous day of battle, he would gently trace the intricate lines of your skin with lazy fascination.

"Now, I bet this one has a story worth hearing," he drawls, caressing with his finger along the long scar on your arm.

You let out a small chuckle and decide to humor him. "This one here? That was from a sword fight. I was trying to protect my brother because he had been having an affair with a married woman, and it got pretty intense. I ended up taking a pretty bad hit, but luckily I lived through it."

The vampire cocks an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "So let me get this straight," he drawls, "you got this scar defending your brother's honor from a scorned lover? Sounds like your brother could have used some self-defense lessons."

You shrug "I guess, but he is my brother. I couldn't just let him struggle on his own. Besides, I'm the better fighter of the two of us." you say with a smirk.

A mischievous chuckle escapes his lips, "Always the hero, huh?" he lets out a resigned sigh, but his eyes glint playfully. "You know, your stubborn selflessness isn't the most attractive trait."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what is my most attractive trait to you?"

Astarion chuckles, then brings his cold fingers to your forehead, gently brushing the skin there, "This scar above your eye? It's quite the attractive feature. Really adds to your whole intimidating aura," he purrs, "I must hear the tale behind it."

You roll your eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to you. "Ugh, that one gave me nightmares for weeks." You say with a grimace. "I was being chased by an angry tabern owner because I may or may not have stolen some of his ale. Anyway, he caught up to me and I fought him off as best as I could, but he still managed to get a knife to my face." You shudder at the memory and the thought of your mother's scolding afterwards.

Astarion chuckles, "Oh darling, you? Stealing? And ale, of all things? Positively scandalous. I find it hard to believe."

You give him a playful glare, "Oh please, I was young and reckless. Plus, the ale was really good."

He shakes his head in disbelief, but the fondness in his eyes is unmistakable. As he takes your hand in his, his soft fingers tracing over the familiar lines and curves, you feel a warmth spread through your chest. His thumb gently traces the jagged scar on your palm, "This one looks like a fish bone" He says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes "Yeah, well, I got that one in an attempt to save my friends when I was young." you say "We were out at sea enjoying the warm weather, when suddenly a massive creature emerged from the depths. It had razor-sharp teeth and writhing tentacles, and before we knew it, our boat was under attack. I reached out to help my friends and next thing I know, I'm tangled up in this thing's grasp. Thank the gods a wizard happened to witness our struggle and put down the beast. Lesson learned: never underestimate the power of the ocean's creatures."

He rolls his eyes back, "Of course the heroic, strong, selfless and pretty one would make something like that sound like a normal and not crazy thing to do." He looks back at your hand, "But no worries, darling, your hand is just fine. In fact, it's quite charming in its own rugged way." He says, taking your palm to his lips, making you shiver. Despite his teasing, there is a genuine admiration in his voice that warms your heart. His hand then moves up to cup your cheek. "You certainly have an interesting collection of scars."

You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of happiness and vulnerability. No one has ever taken the time to truly listen to your stories before, let alone find them interesting. But with Astarion, it feels different, like he sees you for who you truly are, flaws and all.

"Back home, some people said I was a monster because of them" you say, gesturing to the marks on your body, "but I like them, I think they all have a story behind them worth telling."

Astarion raises an eyebrow, "People called you a monster? What foolishness."

You shrug, "It's just how things were back in my hometown. They were afraid of anything different or out of the ordinary."

A playful glint dances in his eyes and his sharp fangs glisten. "Oh, I'm sure I'm a real nightmare to them," he quips with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, "Well, it's not every day someone meets a charming vampire like yourself."

Astarion leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin. "You know, I never tire of hearing your stories. You always manage to surprise me."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, but before you can respond, Astarion leans in and presses his lips against yours softly. It's sweet and gentle, but also filled with unspoken words and emotions, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you both lose yourselves in each other.

When you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathless and smiling. "I could listen to your stories all day," he murmurs.

"Well, lucky for you I have plenty more where those came from." you reply with a teasing grin. "Ah, but what about your scars?"

Astarion's playful smirk returns as he starts tracing your skin again. "Oh, mine? They come from a life of bloodlust and and danger."

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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Patterns. x Portgas D. Ace ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

hiii! it’s simping for ace hours and this might be the most tooth rotting piece I have written in a while. again, quite short - but god i adore it! and i hope you will too <3 do let me know in the comments!

gender neutral! no warnings. not proofread

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“I wonder what happens if I connect all the dots.” you mumbled, running your fingers across Ace’s cheeks, touching every freckle and looking for a pattern. You always thought there was something special about Ace, something that went beyond the love you felt for him - it was like the universe let the two of you meet just at the right time. Your energies complemented each other in ways you never thought were possible - and during the most chaotic period of your life, Ace stumbled into your life. Weeks later you joined Whitebeard’s crew, mastering your newly acquired powers after eating a devil fruit gently offered to you by Pops himself, making love with your boyfriend away in your room when everyone was asleep.

Your life took a whole different turn since you were with Ace - it was like he saved you from something bigger than you; you didn't know what it was, certainly becoming a pirate was more dangerous than serving tables in your island but in all honesty, that could have really killed you. It was freedom you longed for, the wildness of piracy, sailing the sea not having any perception of geographical borders and discovering the world, one creature after the other. There was a whole universe outside the walls of your city, which now only was a faded memory. Ace took your hand and stole you from your motherland - and you never looked back, thanking him everyday for changing your life for the better.

“Do you think they form something?” he asked giggling, crossing eyes as he tried to follow the movements of your fingers. You nodded in response, not even noticing the goofy expression on your boyfriend face. Laying on top of him, you laid your head on his pillowy chest, getting a perfect view of your lover’s cheeks.

“I can’t believe it. There IS a pattern!” you screamed in excitement, getting up to take a better look at his face. Lightly squishing his face, you took a pen to connect the dots on his face. Ace remained silent, letting you draw over his face, admiring the little scrunch that formed on the bridge on your nose every time you focussed on something.

“Pops taught me something about the constellation, and I never saw this one in the sky. I can’t believe it’s here.” you continued, visibly surprised.

“What? What is it?” he asked curiously.

“The freckles on your cheeks somehow form the Pisces constellation!” you clapped your hands, proud of discovering this little gem hidden in Ace’s face.

“It’s believed to be the hardest to spot in the night sky. According to the legend, it signifies the union between Aphrodite and Eros, the goddess of beauty and the god of love.” you added, circling the moles on his cheek that indicated the two gods. “I knew it. I knew it wasn’t just a coincidence.”

Ace smiled happily, quickly wrapping his arms around you, wiggling both of your bodies side to side. “This is so cool!” he squeaked, peppering your face in kisses. “What. a. mind.” he added, emphasising every word he said.

“This isn’t about me! You are the special one!” you laughed, his kisses slightly tickling you.

“I would have never known if it wasn’t for you - is something really special if no one knows about it?” he flicked your forehead before you could even argue against it.

You took a second to observe your boyfriend once again, the way the scribbles on his face exactly charted the rarest and most romantic constellation, out of them all. It was hard to believe in coincidences now; he truly was your soulmate, your twin flame, your other half. There was no other explanation. The connection between the two of you was instant - something clicked the first time his eyes locked with yours. And even if you destroyed everything when you decided to embark in this journey with him, something fell exactly into place as if it was always meant to be. Chaos became the only order things could have, and like the seemingly random freckles on his face, everything was now making sense.

“I love you, fire fist.” you smiled, biting your bottom lip trying not to burst into tears. You couldn't explain it; you loved him before but somehow you loved him even more now. A new light shone upon everything as a new, intense wave of happiness overwhelming your heart.

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homestuckreplay · 5 months

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when your friends don't invite you to the matching username party :(

Now that we've seen all of John's friends talk at least a little bit, I wanted to deep dive into their usernames, and see what they might be able to tell us about the characters we don't know yet. For sure I've seen some weird usernames in my time on sites like MSN Messenger, but these seem especially weird, and not like words most kids would use.

There's also a weird pattern - all three of John's friends only use words beginning with T and G in their screen names. We have TT, TG and GG, so if they were doing a bit together we'd expect John to be GT, but instead he's EB - not even close. Could this be a sign that he feels disconnected from the friend group, not fully part of things, doubting that they want him around? Is it possible that the other three are all each other's 'real life' friends while John only talks to them online? Did John not want to be GT, or did nobody ever tell him there was a theme? Was he GT before, but then got mad at his friends one day and change it to spite them? Or is there another GT we have yet to meet?

Discussion of all four known chumhandles under the cut - only ~1k words :)

ectoBiologist - As discussed in my in depth John thoughts, the strict definition of this is 'someone who studies outside/external biology', which could relate to a huge variety of very niche fields - but, knowing John, almost certainly refers to the biology of ectoplasm, slime, and ghosts, a field which doesn't exist in reality but which John might consider himself a pioneer of.

As a sidenote, if John was GT, he might go in a different direction with his username. We know from TT that John regularly wears disguises while talking to her / interacting with his dad / just in daily life, and that he's into comedy and pranks (NOT clowns). Reflecting those, I came up with guisecladTrouper as a chumhandle that would fit the modifierTypeofguy pattern, as well as the letters. If anyone has any other GT ideas for John, I'd love to hear them!

turntechGodhead - TurnTech is a Chinese company founded in 2001 that makes scientific and educational software. This probably isn't the reference, but you never know; this kid could be really into science, happen to own a piece of software from this company, and have liked the word. I also think it could be short for 'turntable technology', which can be a few different hobbies - records/DJing, railroads, or sculpture/ceramics/metalwork. DJing fits his vibe but I think it'd be so cool if he was a train guy. 'Turn' relates to shaping or forming as well as changing direction, so he could be someone who develops his own technology.

This also fits really well with 'godhead', which is the true or essential nature of God in several major world religions. So this could be a suggestion of a guy with delusions of grandeur and a massively inflated ego, or, it could be someone who takes on the role of a god himself - some kind of creator. I really think this kid is going to be into invention, metalworking, and engineering. Built his own computer from scratch type of guy. I bet he owns a soldering iron and uses it for fun.

tentacleTherapist - Lots of living things have tentacles, including snails, squid, jellyfish, coral, moss animals, caecilians, the star-nosed mole, some carnivorous plants, Squidward, and mind flayers. Tentacles are generally associated with sea creatures, horror media, or both. Therapist, meanwhile, is a person who helps to heal someone's physical or psychological problems. The words sound really good when said together, but don't have an obvious link.

One idea is that she's someone who either lives near water or owns weird pets - a tank of snails or jellyfish seems reasonable - perhaps caring for or rehabilitating them from the wild. But the idea of her being into cosmic horror creates a fascinating parallel between her username and John's. John is a biologist; he studies, analyzes and understands academically, while TT is a therapist; she rehabilitates and understands emotionally. John works with ghosts and slime, while TT works with aliens and deep sea horror. It's delightful to me that they might have bonded by nerding out over paranormal lore, an interest probably neither of them shares with many people around them.

gardenGnostic - I keep reading this as a shortening of 'common or garden gnostic' as in 'your average, everyday gnostic' which, out of all the four usernames, might be the wildest one for a 13 year old to be. Much like 'godhead', 'gnostic' carries a very strong religious theme, especially with the capital letter - I know it's the syntax, but the words could be this way round for a reason. I'm definitely going to do some background reading on Gnosticism as we get to know this character to see how well it fits.

The first word could also be referencing the Garden of Eden, the original sin and the tree of knowledge; the combination indicating a character with a drive for spiritual knowledge and self-understanding above all else. In a more literal sense, I'm imagining someone who spends a lot of time outdoors and who would think nothing of a few injuries from the Slimer pogo ride in the yard. This chumhandle is also only a few letters away from 'garden gnome', which makes me think of someone who enjoys the ornamental, decorative, and whimsical.

Just as John and TT's usernames are a pair with similar themes, TG and GG's handles also match up. (Sidenote: does this mean these are the pairs of 'best friends'? Feels weird considering TT is the only one of the three who didn't wish John a happy birthday). Both TG and GG have chumhandles strongly related to religion, creation, and origins, with TG representing the mechanical and technical side of things, and GG representing the natural and environmental side.

So, that's our four chums! The most interesting thing to me is how well these pairs of usernames work together, despite John being outside of the letter pattern. Both these things feel very intentional and not like I'm reaching; they definitely mean Something in the themes, but it's too soon to say what. I'm so impatient to see more of these characters and learn anything concrete about them at all.

If you've made it this far, here's a quick poll!

#homestuck #analysis #i got a longer essay in the works but i spent a lot of today watching star wars with my roommate so didnt finish it lol #may the fourth be with yall #chrono

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corviisquire · 7 months

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Creatures have colors!!

Left to Right: @moonchild-in-blue @leonsleftbicep @ghxstly-death

@pear-island

Left to Right: @a-s-levynn @foundationsofdecay @polteergeistt

They have been colored along with making some minor adjustments. If anyone wants anything changed please let me know! These creatures are yours so name them whatever you want, develop lore if ya want, and do whatever you want with them. Possible next batch will probably be made later next week.

Art notes under cut :D

I put some music drops because music inspires me too much.

Moonchild-in-blue: The blues and purples!! Opals and the insides of muscle shells inspired me a lot with the coloring (particularly the stars and moon). There’s another shell that has that shiny blue and green lining on the inside but I can’t remember the name of it. It was a full moon last night but I forgot to take a picture! Thought of you but anyways I loved coloring the lady. It was fun but I first I struggled on deciding if I wanted more blue or purple.

Some songs I listened to a lot while coloring this:

Sweet Disposition - Temper Trap

Moon Child - F16s

The Night Does Not Belong to God - you know who

Leonsleftbicep: Colors go crazy! Idk what your favorite colors are but I chose The Blue. I also incorporated some red (for yummy contrast and complementary colors). I realized this looked very vampire media core. EyAH enjoy the critter!

Some songs I listened to while coloring this:

Blue Monday - Orgy

Military Fashion Show - And One

The Apparition - do I really need to say who?

Ghxstly-death: Per your request, red and black was incorporated! Was inspired by Mohg, Lord of Blood, from Elden ring cause he has cool robes and a trident thingy. I really like how it turned out. Like I’ve been doing with every design is adding the bling and I felt gold would work well.

Was resisting the urge to put the entire One EP right here:

Get The Balance Right! - Depeche Mode

Mascara - Deftones

Jaws - Slep tonka

SEVEN HOUR SHITTER (pearisland/perryisle): You use bright colors in your art all the time so we got the colors goingggg. Little guy reminds me of Pumpkin Patch protagonist or Hollow Knight. Idk. Not much to say except TRIPLE DEATH SLIME BARRAGE!!!

No normal music for you. only Kevin Macleod and Pizza Tower ST.

A-s-levynn: More Dark Sun Gwyndolin inspiration… (you can tell I have my dark souls art books open next to me right now). As requested, tendrils/tentacles were added! I think it improved the design a whole lot because it was originally very symmetrical and the tentacles added just the right amount of asymmetry to balance out the overall look. I’m a huge fromsoft fan (playing Elden Ring, waiting for new DLC, have dark souls 1 remastered but haven’t started it yet, have bloodborne Elden ring and DS1/3 art books) so lots of my art has elements from Fromsoft games (neutron activation).

And just like everyone else, some music for the soul:

Too Late - 311

Scared Together - Silversun Pickups

Dark Signs - eepy coin

Foundationsofdecay: Again, taking more inspiration from your blog, colors and stuff. The design had subconscious influence from the game sky: children of the light. Had lotsa fun coloring it. I don’t know much about you like favorite colors or flowers but I tried my best!

Songs that inspired me:

Let It Happen - Tame Impala

Flux - Bloc Party

Rain - tired currency

Polteergeistt: The oarfish colors… A lot Of these characters have cool blues so I tried to use some teal blues to contrast the red/pink(?). “Nintendo switch core” I’m sobbing. I fixed the feet. Now my Pinterest is filled to the brim with fish images (specifically oarfish, sea jellies, and blue lobsters).

The music!!!!!:

UNDERWATER BOI - Turnstile

The Illness (Teenagers Remix) - GoodBooks

Descending - exhausted dollar

Thank you so much. All of you are such lovely people. 🫂💕🫶

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oxymorayuri · 11 months

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟸 – 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠 | 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Story: The princess of Tanata (Long Fic)

➽ Click on this link to see all chapters.

Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 5816

Text in italics emphasizes the reader's thoughts

Have fun, kiss kiss ♡

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟸 – 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠

The weather on the sea is stormier than it has been for a long time, but you love to watch the spectacle on the sea. No matter how wild the sea is, you could fall asleep on the spot. You close your eyes for a moment because the smell of the rain is just so soothing. You hardly get wet on the huge branch, of the even larger tree. You enjoy the sporadic and cool raindrops on your skin. You listen to the waves crashing against the cliffs. You don't even notice how you slide down slightly. It was already too late when you opened your eyes again but you were able to grab a vine just in time. Your white dress is partly sticking to your skin and partly blowing in the wind. Once again, you will be late.

"Grandpa won't like the way you look (y/n)" you chuckle to yourself as you put your free hand in front of your mouth and continue to hang on to the vine with your other hand. You swing back and forth on the vine to get back on the branch. Actually, you just wanted to do your task quickly and then go back to the village for the ceremony, but even as a child you were always drawn to the sea.

You still need some momentum to reach the branch when suddenly a sound appears in the sea. Your gaze wanders to the sea while you hold onto the vine with both arms.

Something unbelievable is happening before your eyes.

A huge, shiny, yellow vessel??!! - appeared from the depths of the sea? What is that? Your eyes filled with curiosity now look up at the sky and watch the shiplike part fly into the air. It's a little further away, but you can clearly see an icon on the side. A grinning face? Your breath is taken away. This symbol looks familiar, but one small detail is missing from that grinning face.

I swear by the gods of Tanata that I've seen something like this before.

You thought with a fixed gaze, not a word leaves your lips while you are hanging on the vine. You've seen navy ships, and you know your father came to the island with a ship, but their ships looked very different from the thing in front of you. Both in style and construction. Your father and his crew were archaeologists who explored the island because your land is rich in treasures and ancient history. However, they never expected to come across a forgotten civilization that lives in peace. And as life sometimes is, your father fell in love with your mother and for a long time the whole crew lived in the village and everyone was happy.

.. -Was happy-

Your father and his friends, who explored the seas, told you and your people many stories about the world. They bragged about their adventures at festivals and it was always a highlight for children and the curious. They told of all the different creatures on other islands or in the sea. You always found sea kings interesting and Nagi, your father's navigator, drew you a wide variety of sea kings. You've still kept Nagi's drawings safe, as it’s just a relic from your happy childhood. Sometimes your father wanted to talk about pirates and the battles they won against them, but the subject was taboo according to your mother.

Grinning, you think back to the time when your mother was always angry with father when he talked about pirates. She didn't want me as a child to hear about what kind of heartless people exist and what they do to their own species. Our people are good natured, and we firmly believe in the good in all souls. This was appreciated and respected by your father. Your father loved mother's kindness. Unfortunately, your father wasn't the last experience with some kind of outsiders. This brings you back to the familiar symbol that brought up all your memories.

Pirates.

Are they the same!? The same horrible people from 10 years ago?

The symbol triggers fear in you.

A rather crashing splash brings you out of the past, because with a force the thing crashes back into the sea and after it has been briefly swallowed by the surface of the water, it reappears.

"Okay, I'll just take a quick look at this! Only very briefly. They could be hostile people or even worse, pirates!" After all, you are something of a guardian or goddess of this island. You should definitely know what this vessel is all about. At least that's what you tell yourself, so maybe Grandpa doesn't freak out too much.

Slowly you let yourself slide down the vine, until the end. Nevertheless, you are still about 100 meters in the air, but that doesn't bother you. You just let yourself fall and be caught by huge plants that you can -move- with your devil fruit power.

Once on the ground, you quickly straighten your veiled sleeves, which always slip because the sleeves are attached to hoops that are around your upper arms. You look down on yourself. Your skirt is slightly wet and a bit dirty at the bottom, but that doesn't matter now. As you make your way to the cliffs, you hope for the best.

Hastily you move through the dense greenery. The island is your home and you know your way around. Gracefully you jump over every obstacle, swing with a vine over one of the many rivers that flows trough the island, until you reach the edge of the massive forest. Behind you are trees so big that you can hardly see into the forest, as the picture disappears into a deep green.

Barely set foot out of the forest, you encounter the salty breeze of the sea and the rain of the storm. You squint your eyes as you get used to the cool air on your skin. Your hair blows lightly in the wind. It's always warm in your forest. All life on the island is protected from wind and weather as the forest becomes denser at the edge, but the sun always finds its way to the ground and provides a tropical climate. The cool breeze doesn't bother you, quite the opposite. You love this difference, the unknown as well as the sea. The rain, however, is much heavier than it is in the forest.

Your eyes scan the sea in search of the unknown object. Weren't you fast enough? You ask yourself as you slowly walk to the edge of the cliffs. Crouching you look into the depths, but the yellow thing is nowhere to be seen, only the stormy sea as it rushes against the cliffs. You look to the right and see that one of the few caves in the rock walls is open. An entrance that you and your people have barricaded.

There are some entrances on this cliff island, these are actually river paths that lead from the sea through the island. However, this offers opportunities to get to the island. For many generations, these entrances have been closed and opened once a month to renew the water level. Since the island is something like a bowl, it doesn't take long for the rivers and lakes to fill up and then all entrances are closed again. Through the brilliant craftsmanship and knowledge of your father and his crew, the people have managed to make the traces of the entrances invisible. But that's not the only reason why this land is so pristine and protected. The regular storms off the island make mooring impossible, the danger of crashing into the fallen rocks is too high. The island exists on the map, but despite aids it is not possible to navigate here. Various natural phenomena hinder orientation. It is lucky to find this island even in good weather. You have a guess about the whereabouts of the unknown object. A few steps back, you turn on your heels and hurriedly run into the forest. You'll have to search the river and you're almost certain you'll find the Yellow Wonder. You're so soaked by now, but your blood is boiling. You're excited, you're scared, but your curiosity is what makes you boil the most. In the distance you can hear the water flowing, it occurs to you that too much water will enter the valley due to the storm, especially since only one entrance is open. You put your fingers to your lips and whistle into the distance, after a while a paradisiacal bird appears with magnificent colors and as big as a cat.

"Thank you for coming, Hetius." You gently stroke the bird's magnificent plumage and then reach into your pocket. You take a pen and your diary out of your shoulder bag. You quickly write on one page that a gate in the north is damaged and sign your name. You don't mention the Yellow Thing. You don't know yet if there's any danger, but your grandfather would send out soldiers right away.

You tear the page out of the book, fold it, and put it in the tube strapped to the bird's foot.

"Hetius, my faithful friend, please fly to Grandfather as fast as possible and deliver the news. I'll reward you fairly later," you wink at the bird, which chirps happily. These paradisebirds are animals with character and even if they are loyal, they will make you feel it if you forget the reward.

With one last chirp, the big bird takes to the air and without wasting another second, you dedicate yourself to the search of the yellow thing again.

In order not to be discovered, you decide to continue searching from the branches. You want to climb up the tree whose bark is as smooth as it is slippery, but that's not a problem for you. You put both hands on the tree and take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Branches of different sizes and curves in the bark quickly grow alternately, turning the tree in front of you into a climbing wall. Quickly you climb up, to where the first real branches start to grow. Since the trees here are quite close together, it is easy for you to jump from tree to tree. Further and further along the river you will see the yellow construct in front of you. It's bigger than you thought and you now notice that things have changed a bit. It now looks a little more like a ship because sails have been stretched out with the grinning face as a print.

Father had secretly told you that the pirates call this picture on the sails and flags their Jolly Roger. So they're actually pirates. You eye the ship sceptically. On the deck you see a few people in funny suits, who follow a certain workflow and you watch the spectacle from above.

The door of the ship opens and a tall, slender man in a white hat and black dots steps out onto the wooden deck. Close behind him follows… a white bear walking upright!!

Your eyes sparkle at the sight, your cheeks all red because you are so delighted.

Today is such an interesting day.

In front of the man from just now, gather three people. One woman and two men. Everyone wears these unusual suits except for the man with the hat. They salute him as he explains something to them with his arms crossed. Too bad you don't hear them. Apparently, the speech is over, because the three set off in different directions, while the man with the bear are going towards the bow and looks down. Apparently, the river is too narrow at this point and they are stuck. You'd like to get closer, but the risk of being spotted is too high. Even if their Jolly Roger made you feel uncomfortable, you no longer feel fear while watching the people on the boat.

More people come out the door, all in different, flashy clothes. You realize that there are two women among the group. But you don't see their faces because they have their backs to you. Opposite the women are two men, one with green hair and the other with blond hair. The green-haired man turns away from the three of them and walks towards the man at the bow. You watch as the people in the suits prepare a ramp to go ashore. The two women and the blonde guy leave the ship and look around. You lie flat on the branch to make yourself as small as possible while the two women come towards you.

Quietly and quickly you jump to another branch, which is closer to the ship. Even if it's risky, you want to take the risk. You definitely have a better view of the 3 people at the bow now. The bear is totally upset and hobbles back and forth, something seems to be wrong. The sight of the bear makes you giggle without realizing that you are still standing and since you are so close to the ship, this is very careless.

Your laughter suddenly stops and you quickly lie down flat. You just noticed that the green haired man is looking up at you and the heads of the other two are following. Nervously, you hold your hands in front of your mouth. With sweat on your forehead, you hope no one has seen you. Carefully you peek down the branch, hoping that their eyes are turned away from you. Unfortunately for you, all three of them look at you and the two men reflexively grab the swords they are carrying.

You get up abruptly because of their reaction. Do they want to harm you? Do they want to fight? The tension is broken when an incredibly loud noise appears. It sounds like a wave is coming towards us. The gaze of the 3 men goes forward and you follow their gaze. Already from here you can see what a monster wave is coming to all of you. The bear screeches in panic, while they are still frozen in place.

You wanted to take advantage of the situation and understand it when you heard a loud and deep voice.

"ROOM!" comes from the man in the hat. Now, you take a closer look at the man and stop again. With an interesting movement with his one hand, he stands quite calmly on the deck. His other hand holds his sword, which he leans against his shoulder. Amazed at what's next, you didn't really notice a kind of blue dome covering the entire ship. Astonished, you wonder what it is. The call of the green haired man takes you out of your thoughts.

"Oi! LAW! Nami, Robin and Sanji are already on the island. We have to get them back, otherwise they are in danger!" He notes. Your gaze goes in the direction where you last saw the three. They are still there, looking at the plants and the surroundings, looking as if they are not aware of the seriousness of the situation.

You bite your lip as you look back at the ship. The dome is slowly getting bigger. What will the man do with it? Can he save them all?

You think about what you're doing and as you become more and more aware of the sounds of the water, you grit your teeth and close your eyes.

One moment you were still on the branch and out of nowhere you appeared on the deck, right in front of the men.

Surprised, the green-haired man takes a step back, hands on his sword again, ready to attack! You look directly into the eyes of the man in the hat, who just looks at you calmly as the mysterious space around you grows.

Ice cold gray eyes scrutinize your being. How the hell did you get down here so fast? With his eyebrows furrowed, he stares into your (e/c) eyes but he quickly concentrates on the wave again.

"tcht" Leaves his lips as he grimaces.

You quickly turn towards the wave, which seems unstoppable from now on. Slowly, you raise one hand. From the side you hear a women's screams. Obviously the others are back and know what the situation is. Your complete concentration is on the monster wave in front of you. You have to concentrate because it will take a lot of your energy. With a sharp breath you pause for a moment and focus on the sound of the wave. You feel the size and it feels like the weight of the wave is on top of you. With your eyes closed, you wait for the perfect moment. Just when the right moment comes, you open your eyes and whisper a tender:

-Freeze-

The shouting of the people on the ship stops. The bear is still running in circles in panic. The man, who was called Law by the green haired man, looks at the frozen wave with slightly dilated eyes. The wave stopped on the spot... right in front of the ship.

Slowly, with a friendly smile, you turn to the people who have slowly gathered. With a snap, the huge wave evaporates and small drops of water fly through the air. Silence on the ship. Some are just completely amazed at what just happened before their eyes. This huge wave is just gone. Even the bear slowly realized that there was no longer any danger.

Some eyes look at you with curiosity but the eyes of the two men in front of you look at you with scepticism. Your smile never leaves your lips. You think about how to break this awkward silence. It's starting to make you a little nervous. You're all alone in front of all these people and who knows who else is in this ship. Just as you wanted to open your mouth, the man in the white polka dot hat speaks.

“Who are you” … this was more of a demand than a question. You thought to yourself. You look at him in surprise, a little outraged at his boldness. He on the other hand just looked at you casually.

His gaze seemed so intense… so… attentive?

His sword still rests at his shoulder. The green-haired man steps to his side, his hands on his swords. Your attention is now on him, as you may have to defend yourself.

“We know you’ve been watching us, so answer his question.”

Is that a threat? Well… now it's getting fun. You think for a moment and quickly find your words. With a small smile you say, “Where I come from, you introduce yourself before you ask the name of the person you’re talking to.”. You put your hands on your hips and look with a smile, from the green-haired man to the silent hat-wearer. He just looks you in the eyes silently and a small grin appears on his face.

A somewhat arrogant grin.

“You can call me Law.” – “My name is Roronoa Zoro” The two introduce themselves without any further comment. Nice. Apparently they have some manners.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You place your hand on your chest as you bend over slightly. You don't want a fight. On the one hand, you want to know what they want here, and on the other hand, you're just curious. You don't feel like fighting, even if you can fight.

Zoro’s posture takes on a more relaxed stance. The other three who previously came out of the ship with Zoro, have now joined them. One of the women, a little younger and with orange hair comes a little closer to you.

“You helped us, I would like to thank you for that!” Even when she expresses her gratitude to you, she seems slightly tense. You look over the crowd, in general they all look a bit tired.

“You don’t need to thank me, that was the best solution in my opinion.” You smile gently at her.

“OOOOH MADEMOISELLE! I thought I was going to drown because of the wave, but now it's just your beauty that's washing me away!” With a somewhat shrill voice, their blonde comrade kneels and woos you. You nervously try to keep your distance, your cheeks slightly red.

“I thank you for your... words…? But you don’t have to come so close to me” You cross your finger in front of yourself and everyone can tell that you’re embarrassed. You look pretty cute with how embarrassed you are about the situation. You look away from the blonde and notice how Zoro and Law are visibly disgusted. Yupp. You find this cringe too.

“SANJI DISTANCE!” The orange haired woman shouts and hits him on the head. Rubbing his head, the blonde man steps back and lights a cigarette. You breathe out in relief and your cheeks return to their normal color.

“My name is Nami by the way” She smiles at you as she clasps her hands behind her back. You find her very endearing for a brief moment, but Law's commanding voice takes you out of the moment.

“Can you tell us where we are right now?” You look into his strong, gray eyes “You are on the island of Tanata. Didn’t you come here on purpose?” you ask.

Are they just lost? You secretly hope...

“To put it briefly, we are more like shipwrecked people.” He answers you. You won't lose the feeling that they must have been through more than just being stranded. You look around. Almost everyone suffered injuries.

“You said we are on Tanata?” The second woman, who has been quietly observing everything so far, looks at you expectantly.

“My name is Nico Robin.” She smiles softly at you, and you smile right back.

"Yeah right. It is extremely rare that…” – “(Y/N)!!!!” You hear it calling from the forest. You also know who the voice belongs to. It is, of course, the voice of your uncle… the commander of the Kings army. The soldiers surround the ship and are ready to attack but your uncle raises his hand, signalling that the soldiers should stop and wait for his order. With just a few jumps he stands on the deck and comes towards you with heavy steps.

“I greet you Commander Zelos.” nervously you say and bow slightly to your uncle.

NOT. GOOD! You panic a bit.

I should have known that Grandfather would also send the army! I was so distracted by my childish curiosity.

As you bow, you bite your lip. You didn't expect that. If only you had a little more time to figure out whether they are friends or enemies.

“I’m listening.” his stern voice startles you and you stand bolt upright. You scratch your head tensely as you suppress a nervous laugh. You look into his eyes and give your uncle your sweetest smile, which would make everyone melt.

“I… got lost…” You clasp your hands together and shamelessly lie with puppy eyes. Your uncle is actually the sweetest person, but he takes his job as commander very seriously...

However, he always had a weak heart with you.

He exhales in annoyance and reaches behind his back, where his huge battle axe is attached. He turns to the strangers and taps the ground with his long handle, making a loud, dull noise.

“I give you the chance to leave this place without a fight. If you refuse to leave this island as quickly as possible, we will make sure that you leave the island or die." The aura around my uncle seems threatening and the situation is so tense that you can hardly breathe.

“We have several injured people and one person on board whose life is in danger. It was not our intention to come to this island. However, we cannot leave immediately because the ship needs certain repairs. We don't necessarily want to fight either." Nami tries to defuse the situation with her words while she pokes Zoro in the side with her elbow as he is already in a fighting position.

“Someone’s life is in danger?!” you startle, looking worriedly at Nami’s face. She nods slightly.

"We are pirates who fought in the decisive battle of the Navy and the Whitebeard Pirates, and Law and his crew helped us out quite a bit." Sanji explains further as he blows out the smoke from his cigarette. Your uncle listens quietly to their words. He knows these people will only be trouble, but he also sees how worried you are. He already knows what's coming and he doesn't quite know how to prevent it. Because even if he is a commander, your rank puts you above him.

“Zelos, did you hear?” Hastily you grab his arm and look up at him. “One of them is very badly injured. I will help them. You know I can’t neglect my duty!” you press him as he rolls his eyes.

“Are you going to talk to the king?” What do you want to tell him?” He belittles you with his questions. You don't actually want to talk to Grandpa because the reason is beyond childish. You just don't feel like they're bad people, but your grandfather the king wouldn't accept that. You let out a heavy puff, but you don't want to admit defeat.

“I don’t like saying that…” You take a step back and straighten your back and elegantly clasp your hands together in front of you. Your determined gaze meets your uncle.

“...But you leave me no choice, Commander. I, (y/n), order you to leave with the soldiers. I will offer my help where I think it is needed. If you can't follow my decision, I would like to remind you of something important in life..." You look at the many strange faces who are watching the situation somewhat perplexed. A grin lies on your lips. You slowly walk forward to one of the injured people on the ship. You walk closely past Law and Zoro, whose eyes are on you as you calmly walk towards a young man. He wears a cap that has the word -Penguin- on it. He quickly looks left and right and blushes when he notices you walking straight towards him.

A really beautiful woman approaches him. Beads of sweat flow like a waterfall down his face. Your face is as beautiful as it was created by the gods. One step and he could smell your probably delicate and gentle scent... you're that close to him. Your gaze is on the untreated wound on his cheek. But the young man, without you really noticing, gets it aaaaaaall wrong. He must believe that you are looking at his lips. It's literally steaming out of his ears.

“Hey, what are you going to do to one of my crew members?” Law grumbles dangerously, now standing by your side and his sword firmly in his hand. Your uncle responds, standing on your other side with a tight grip on his axe. He watches Law very closely so that he can react in case of doubt.

You give Law your warmest smile before turning away from him. Law's eyes widen slightly, a flicker goes through his eyes. He briefly closes his eyes and relaxes his body as his eyes follow you again. Everyone on the ship watches intently.

You place your hand on the man's cheek where the wound is, calmly breathe in and close your eyes. The young man is startled when he feels your warmth and a feeling of well being spreads throughout his entire body. His cheek is slightly warm, and you open your eyes again, removing your hand from his cheek.

“I believe in the good in people’s hearts until they prove me otherwise.” You speak out loud as you look over your shoulder at your uncle. Your mother had said similar things to your uncle when they were children… You're so similar to her, he thought. Satisfaction appears on your face. The young man touches his cheek in disbelief, his wound has disappeared. With widened eyes, everyone looks at the man who was previously injured.

You turn to your uncle.

“Can you follow my views, and will you join me in believing in the good in people?” You asked him confidently. Your uncle gets down on one of his knees and lowers his head.

“Of course, my Holiness” – “Rise Commander” you say to him while touching his shoulder with your delicate hands.

You happily clap your hands once to break the silence.

With your eyes closed, you grin to yourself and say the following words, slightly embarrassed.

“I am very sorry for the way we welcomed you. We rarely have strangers here and prefer it that way. However, I didn't want to judge you too quickly and get an idea of you first. Please be our guests. I want to make the unpleasant situation better and offer you my hand.” With your last sentence you turn to Law, who looks at you intently. You hold out your small hand and give him a bashful smile. He hesitantly grabs your hand.

His handshake is firm and yet his hands are soft. You look at his hands and see his tattoos. “Death” is written on his knuckles.

- How gloomy-

Your gaze wanders back up, only to notice Law still watching you. With slightly reddened cheeks, you let go of his hand. Law's eyes are still on you as he begins to speak.

"We accept the offer. However, our submarine is still stuck.”

“Hmmm, that’s true,” you replied thoughtfully with your hand on your chin. “We probably won’t find a solution so quickly, but it’s safe on the island since the entrance is closed again.” Zelos speaks. You turn away from Law who has switched his gaze from you to your uncle and you do the same.

Nami arrives carefully and raises her hand slightly as if she wanted to say something important.

“That all sounds very good, but there are quite a feeew people… where should we stay? And apart from that, our captain is very seriously injured. If you can really help, we should get to your doctors as quickly as possible. Luffy has been through a lot and was even recently poisoned. Chopper and Law did their best, but Luffy still suffers,” she says, a little embarrassed and very worried.

Questioningly, you put a hand on your hip and look at the young woman with a slightly furrowed brow.

“What is a doctor?”

“EEEEEEEEHHH???!!!!” It sounds like a choir on the ship.

Eyes literally pop out of everyone's eyes. You said you could help, and you even made the man's wound disappear??? Pure confusion spreads across their faces.

In the corner of your eye, you see Law looking at you almost disturbed. How are you supposed to help without medical knowledge? He is aware that you have, somehow, healed one of his members. He's not entirely sure how you did it, but he definitely wants to find out.

You're not sure, but did you really just see Law smiling a little mischievously at you? You dismiss the idea; you probably just imagined it. You turn your attention back to Nami.

“We don't have any -doctors- but I assure you that I can help you. Please trust me” With an optimistic look, you grab her hands and squeeze them gently.

She remains motionless for a small moment but can't help but sigh softly as she looks into your kind face.

“We have no choice at the moment and I want to trust you,” she replies with a smile and returns the pressure on your hands. You grinned at each other. A clearing of someone’s throat brings you back. Your eyes go to your uncle, who was the one clearing his throat.

“It hasn't been decided yet where you want to accommodate all your guests.” Your uncle says with a raised eyebrow. “I already have an idea. I'm sure you won't like the idea, but my mind is made up." Everyone can tell that you're close. It seems very familiar between you and the commander. You give the tall, menacing man a cheeky grin and turn around.

“We should get going.” You look up at the sky. “The sun will soon set, the storm has subsided and I do not wish to become the prey of a Cerberus. The forest will be getting reaaally dark and you can't see well. With so many injured we are easy prey." - "There are Cerberuses here???" Robin says with interest. “Yes, and they are dangerous when they hunt in packs.” – “Okay guys, get ready to leave, secure the ship and prepare to transport the Straw Hat. You heard (Y/N). We shouldn’t stay here.” Law interrupts you as he calls out to the group.

The crew runs around hurriedly. Just like before when you were on the branch, you are observing a systematic process. You watch with interest as the sails are lowered and the ship is secured. Your uncle puts a hand on your shoulder, but your gaze doesn't look away from the scene in front of your eyes.

"I'm curious to hear what you'll say to Father." He speaks so quietly that only you can hear him. You recognize that teasing tone and nudge his side with your elbow.

“Grandpa may be the King, but I am the Holy Princess.” You wink at him.

Zelos is sure that HE will face the consequences, but how can he say anything against you when your face reminds him so much of his sister - your mother -. You don't have her fine blonde hair, but your face looks so much like hers and you definitely have the same personality. The same mind, the same compassion, the same curiosity in the heart. Your uncle rolls his eyes and huffs. You're bold and you definitely didn't get that from your mother... you got THAT from your father! But your father also gave you good qualities. You have become a strong woman even if you don't look like one.

From the outside it would look like the commander was annoyed, but you just laugh at him because you know he loves you like a father.

The door of the ship opens again and out comes a few crew members with a person on a hospital bed. You see a quite young man; he doesn't look good. There are bandages everywhere that are stained with blood in some places. He is white as a sheet and even from where you stand you can see the shadows under his eyes. It makes you so sad when you see someone suffering.

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gamerbearmira · 6 months

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Beach town au

Ceremonies are a celebration, but the actual BIRTHDAY is deemed much more important. Gifts are a constant, but birthdays are special. They exist to celebrate that you actually made it this long.

Mirabel does get a gift in this au but I’m not sure what yet. I just know it’s something that has to do with creation.

Shells are used as currency, but some shells are left on the beach in case some sea creature needs it. As well as that, when baby turtles are hatching from the sand the villagers make sure to protect the lil dudes until they get to the water. It’s a tradition Pedro and his wifey started and everybody just hopped on board.

Dolores’ gift is something she can turn on and off at will. I saw someone have this theory and I stick with it. There’s no way in god's green earth Casita would give a gift of super hearing without giving her a choice in whether she can turn it on or off.

Now, Julieta’s food is truly loved but her shaved ice and paletas (Ice pops) are a must have. Especially during the summer. She doesn’t use her gift all that much unless it’s an emergency. So, she has no problem setting up a cart to give out summer treats and such. (But her family always get first dibs)

Mariano and Dolores are getting married soon! It’ll be a beach wedding of course. The dress won’t be too big, seeing as it’s a little toasty in Encanto (I mean, people can do it but it’s going to be a hot wedding day if they do). Traditional wedding dresses in Encanto are sheer and short or with a long mermaid tail look but thin.

Oh yeah, Isabela is a certified surfer (all the madrigals are) but she likes doing it more often.

LETS GOOOOOOO

Shells as currency is so cool. <33 I mean, it’s an island, currency being shells isn’t obviously an issue 😭 ALSO THE BABY TURTLES I’M CRYING 🦈🦈🦈 everybody hoping on board is so silly.

Love this au sm <3333 I like how the birthdays are way more important than the gift <333 like it’s not a ceremony, it’s a birthday celebration. I imagine the gifts are just viewed as some present by the candle/Casita. W Casita for letting Dolores’ gifts being a choice 🙏

I think?? They would still wear white/gold on their birthday, but they do that so that whoever’s birthday it is can stand out. Not that it’s hard to tell. Their birthday parties are always beach parties; I think Pedro and Alma gift them their first surfboard on their 5th birthday, cause they see them as old enough to start learning how to surf lmao

W Isabela and Julieta. Isabela has way too much fun in Isabela when she’s surfing. I also think she’s one of the main ones to help Antonio’s learn how (besides Mirabel), and I think she also insisted on teach Mirabel and Camilo when they were little.

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto Mariano #beach town au #beach town encanto

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erabu-san · 1 year

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I had a fremellei brainrot I need to share with someone (I WOULD JOIN THE DISCORD BUT IT WOULDN'T LET ME FOR SOME GOD FORSAKEN REASON😭)

So, I doubt Collei would be able to swim. Maybe Tighnari tried to teach her but it just didn't work out. So while visiting fontaine, she mentions this to Freminet and she talks about how she'd like to be able to dive and look at all the sea creatures and explore. And she says it with this longing in her eyes that Freminet just MELTS for. And he nervously says-

"Well....I could teach you how to swim.....if you wanted..."

(I think this would happen after Collei gets a bit more comfortable with touch)

Collei just lights up at the idea and gets really excited. Not only because she'd finally learn how to swim, but also because she would have an excuse to spend time with Freminet!!

So Freminet starts giving Collei swimming lessons, going step by step to make sure she's comfortable. I think this would also be Collei getting to see just how passionate Freminet is about diving, and that would like- make her even more attracted to the sweet boy🥺

Finally, the day comes where Collei is finally able to start diving. Freminet is with her the entire time, and makes sure nothing bad happens to her. While Freminet is keeping watch for her, Collei is just having the time of her life. Looking at all the sea creatures, getting close to them (stressing out Freminet I'm sure lol). And Freminet just looks in her eyes, seeing the wonder and curiosity she has. And just that look, makes him fall for her even harder

Eventually the pull up and take a breather. They sit near the water and talk about the experience. Collei is just talking about how she's so excited to show Cyno, Amber, and Tighnari that she can swim, and also tell them about the cool stuff she saw. And she's saying all this Freminet's looking at her with pure adoration in his eyes. Thinking about how pretty she looks when she's all excited. And at that moment, all his self consciousness just kinda goes away, and he gets lost in Collei's presence

Collei eventually realize she was rambling and gets embarrassed and apologizes. Freminet reassures her that it's okay and laughs

"....that was amazing for your first time diving Collei.."

"Ah...was it really??? I'm glad!! I felt a little nervous at first but I knew I was safe because you were with me Freminet!!"

Freminet smiles and continues to look at Collei adoringly

"....you're amazing, Collei..."

And somehow, his body acts without him thinking and he gives her a kiss on the cheek. Collei is stunned by the sudden action and just freezes in place, face flushing with red and brain just short circuiting. Freminet soon realizes what he did and just thinks "oh shit I messed up- what if she hates me now?? I should've gotten consent, did I just ruin our friendship?? oh no, oh no, oh no-"

He clears his throat and stands up, trying to compose himself, telling Collei that they should head back now before it gets dark, swiftly trying to change the subject. And Collei's mind is racing, and she feels like she should say or do something. As Freminet begins to starts walking away, she stands up and grabs him arm

"Freminet-!"

"Hm-?"

And she pulls him back a bit, and returns the kiss on the cheek. They just .....stare at each other for a little while before both clearing their throats and being like "um yeah so we should go back now"

And they are both left internally SCREAMING after that incident. And I think that would be the turning point in their relationship where they realize they both have feelings for each other.

THEY'RE SO SWEET I LOVE THEM

Wow, I typed a lot. Sorry for giving you a long ask, I just really wanted to tell someone about this and I feel like you're like the establisher of fremillei 😭<33

Love your art sm🥹 have a lovely day!!

OMG I AM BLUSHING THEY ARE SOSOSOSOSO CUTE 😭😭😭😭😭 THOSE SILLIES I--- *PUNCH THE WALL* I am normal

HAHAHAHA yeah I love how my blog become a Fremillei Confession or what, But !! I love to read everything concerning Fremillei feel free to share more ! Have a lovely day too ! Thank you so much 🥹🫶

Here the link ! Hope it works ! https://discord.gg/qDe2m9bVus

#reply #fremillei #!!!! tHEM !!

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9haharharley1 · 5 months

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7 and 10 though? 👀👌 Some of my faves

With love, Fang

Ha! I told myself I was gonna do mermay this year, and I did! Take that executive dysfunction!!

Have some monster fucking! I hope this is ok!!

7. You can take it. And 10. Spread your legs wider

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He hadn't expected being friends with a sea monster to go this way.

Really, Jack hadn't had any clue what way being friends with a sea monster was suppose to go, but laid out on a sun- warmed rock, quickly cooling under him as the sun set rapidly past the horizon, with one leg thrown over said sea monster's shoulder as a tongue, long and smoother than it had any right to be worked over his cock, Jack was pretty sure things didn't normally go like this. He gasped as his flesh was licked over, wet heat descending on him, and his back arched off the rock. His fingers clawed at the rough surface of the rock, finding no purchase. Instead, he lifted one shaking hand to his head, grabbing at his own wet hair and tugging in an effort to bring back thought.

"Pitch!" he cried out as his length was swallowed, sharp teeth barely grazing sensitive skin. A shock of fear coursed through him, making his whole body shake more than the cold water on his skin, and he couldn't stifle a moan as he tried to buck further into that mouth. Those teeth should be nowhere near his skin, certainly not wrapped around his most sensitive area, but the danger was what had initially led him to even meeting Pitch; it's part of what appealed to him when he decided he wanted to stay friends with the sea creature, and the danger certainly appealed to him when Pitch moaned low in his throat as he sucked him in, his nose burying in the soft curls at the base of Jack's member. Pitch could kill him in a hundred different ways, be it with teeth or claws or even drowning if he felt like being boring about it. Instead, he chose to press his weight down on Jack's hips with gentle hands, careful of his claws nicking into soft flesh. He held Jack in place so the little human wouldn't be tempted to buck wildly in his mouth and cut himself on sharp teeth, and Jack appreciated that immensely.

It was also agonizingly frustrating.

"Oh, god, Pitch, please!"

The hand that wasn't in his own hair sought the creature between his legs, back arching as Pitch licked him from root to tip, long tongue wrapped around his cock along with his lips. Jack's hand found feathery black hair, taking a handful to just hold on for dear life as Pitch gave him pleasure like he had never felt before. Pitch hummed in his throat, low and guttural, the vibrations traveling down Jack's length and straight to his core. He gasped and arched, yanking at his own hair as Pitch swallowed around him. His orgasm hit him, making him nearly scream from the unexpected force of it. Pitch hummed again, delighted, and Jack gasped as he tried to get his body to relax after going completely rigid. Pitch kept sucking and licking at him, Jack well past the point of over-sensitive, and he kicked his leg against the sea monster's back.

"N-no more," he cried out weakly.

What sounded like a huff of laughter escaped his friend, and Pitch slowly pulled away. His tongue was still wrapped around Jack's cock, dangling out of Pitch's mouth as the shadowy creature met his gaze, grinning. His tongue slid slowly from him, Jack moaning and biting his lip. He was unable to look away from that bright gaze.

Pitch had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were the first thing he had seen, glowing gold in a sea of black where Jack had been diving off shore. There was a cave system at the base of the cliffs, an old lighthouse standing guard, and Jack loved to explore their depths. The water was just deep enough to hide some old sailing ships just below the surface, and Jack had taken to exploring their holds. The old boats were already picked clean by scavengers and researchers of anything that could have once been of value, but Jack simply enjoyed diving for the love of it, and being able to swim through the old halls and rooms of the wreckage was as thrilling as diving through any cave. The sea life that grew there was new and fascinating, the fish he met always breathtaking in their otherworldly beauty. The ocean called to him, and Jack was easily pulled along by her will.

It was in the dark halls of one of these ships that he met Pitch.

The sun was setting, Jack reluctantly maneuvering his way through the ship to leave and head home when he felt a chill. It wasn't the usual chill that came from being so deep in the water, nor was it from how far north these waters were. He was used to the cold by now and had grown up swimming in these cold waters that he knew the proper precautions to take. He knew what wetsuits to wear at any given time of the day. He knew when to return to the surface and how often to check his oxygen tanks. He knew first and foremost not to panic.

So that was, of course, the first thing he did.

His instincts screamed at him that there was danger nearby, despite him having not seen any sort of predators in the area after diving there a hundred times now. He managed to keep his heart rate under control long enough to swim through the wreckage, but as he came upon the nearest exit, his way was blocked.

A body, one he had never seen before and only heard about in fairy tales and horror stories from old seamen, floated just inside the entrance to the ship. It's body was a large inky mass, blocking out what little light filtered down this far, and had it not been for the small flashlight clipped to Jack's suit, he would have been trapped in complete darkness. The mass in front of him writhed in a way that made his stomach twist in anxiety, tendrils of black weaving every which way in the dark, making the creature seem even bigger. His little light could only reveal an inky black body, barely noticeably shimmering in the light like wet velvet. The thing drifted closer to him, and Jack kicked back hard away from it.

His light glanced off the thing as he swam back, plunging it in darkness once more. Two glowing eyes peered at him, pupils slit vertically like a snake, predatory. Jack froze under their gaze, his body seizing in fear as the mass pushed closer.

He had been terrified that day, paralyzed by those glowing eyes and his own fear. He couldn't look away as the creature circled him, turning slowly with it to maintain eye contact. His oxygen levels were quickly lowering as his breathing continued to spike, chest heaving. When the monster moved closer, invading his personal, Jack's back hit a wall, trying to get away. His heavy breaths came faster, and those glowing eyes blinked slowly at him. The creature tilted its head.

Suddenly, Jack gasped audibly as he was wrapped in something simultaneously firm and squishy. His breather fell from his mouth, Jack sucking in a lungful of cold, salty water. He first reaction was to cough, horror growing within him when he tried to reach up but found his arms bound by his sides. He struggled, tears filling his eyes as panic made him breathe in more water. His vision quickly darkened, barely noticing the rush of water around him as the thing around him tightened.

One second, he was against the wall of an old ship. The next, he was laid out on a bed of sand, two palms pressed to his chest and pushing. He quickly rolled to his side, vomiting up water and coughing violently. A hand rubbed his back as Jack pressed his head to cool sand, breathing heavy and ragged. It took him a minute to register his oxygen tank was no longer strapped to his back.

When he finally had enough strength back to look over his shoulder, he realized the sun had set completely during his panic attack under the waves. Two brilliantly gold eyes stared down at him, unblinking. Jack's breathing picked up as he realized the creature was hovering over him in the sand. It could breathe air, too?

He tried to crawl away, weak hands grasping at sand, but the thing tilted its head, surprisingly human in nature. A hand, strong and firm - human, save for the claws - nothing like whatever had been wrapped around him in the ship, was placed on his shoulder and stilled his struggles.

"Breathe," the creature murmured. Its voice was silky and soft, distinctly masculine, and it sent shivers down Jack's spine. He told himself it was just from the cold and almost drowning, too stunned the thing could speak at all. "Rest."

Jack couldn't look away from those eyes.

It wasn't until he realized that something was wrapped firm around his leg, writhing in a way that was distinctly inhuman, that he finally managed to tear his eyes away. He tried to sit up, to look down at whatever had a hold of him, but the creature recoiled. Whatever had a grip on him loosened and slid away, the inhuman eyes disappearing in the dark.

"W... Wait!" Jack sat up as he heard a splash in the waves lapping gently at the beach, realizing too late the creature was gone.

It had taken him several more minutes before he managed to stand on steady legs again, gathering his discarded gear to hike back up to his house. He waved off his mother's concerns and his sister's questions, going through the motions of storing his gear, showering, and eating dinner. All the while, he thought of his encounter, of gold eyes and black shadows. He fell into bed with the ghost of a touch on his leg and wrapped himself in his blankets to mimic the feel of... something wrapped around him, but it didn't envelop him near as tight as the creature had, and he drifted off into a troubled sleep, dreams filled with gold.

He lasted two days before his curiosity got the better of him.

Jack double and triple checked his gear before heading down to the ocean, hesitating for only a minute or two before shaking his head at his own ridiculousness and plunging in. Drowning was an occupational hazard when it came to diving, and he refused to let one incident hold him back.

Especially when he had a possible sea monster to find.

Jack gasped as suckers pulled at his skin, sticking to him and popping as they released. He squirmed under their sticky exploration of him, arching into the one sliding over his chest. It slid over his nipples, catching on each nub individually, making him moan. A long tongue licked over him, where leg met hip, by-passing his twitching length, over his stomach. It dipped into his navel, flicking in and out, and Jack quivered. More tentacles crept over his skin, snaking over his arms. The one on his chest settled decisively over both nipples, pulling incrementally so his nipples were tugged with each short pull of the arm. It made Jack whine, arching and writhing as he tried to escape the constant push and pull of pressure. That long tongue licked up from his belly, up his chest, the suckers pulling off on one side so Pitch could get his mouth on it instead. Jack threw his head as he moaned loudly.

He was glad they were so far from shore. No one would be able to hear him this far in the rocky outcroppings, especially with the sun casting its last few rays over the horizon. Ha wouldn't be able to see much of anything either, save for Pitch's glowing yellow eyes, but that was part of what made it so fun.

Teeth sank into the meat of his chest around his nipple, sharp and piercing, and Jack screamed. The tendrils on his arms held him in place as he jerked, intending to push Pitch's head away, but the creature soothed the mark with his hot tongue, licking over the punctures and sucking. He moaned as he did, sounding almost feral. Jack wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling the bigger male closer, careful to avoid the slats of gills on his ribs. He rubbed himself against the sticky-smooth shadow that made up Pitch's lower half, only a little put-off by the fact he didn't feel a matching hardness from Pitch. It helped to return some blood back to his brain and remember that Pitch didn't have the same kind of anatomy. Jack knew that. He had done extensive research on that.

Pitch trailed kisses from his aching chest, Jack arching as the suckers returned to his nipple to resume their attentions, kissing and licking up his neck. He turned his head with a pleased sigh, giving the sea monster more room to work. A giggle huffed out of him as Pitch licked at his ear.

"You beautiful thing..." whispered Pitch, sharp teeth nipping the lobe. "You really don't mind all this, do you?" He kissed Jack's cheek.

Jack turned his head to meet him, catching those lips with his own, tasting the sea and adoring every second of it. He licked into Pitch's mouth, meeting that long tongue with his own short and stubby one. Moaning as it wrapped around his to suck, Jack rutted a little harder against his waist, his cock starting to swell with renewed interest. A tentacle rested at the dip of his leg and hip, rubbing up and down as though stroking itself. Jack's cheeks went red as he thought of which of Pitch's arms it might be, and he pulled away, sucking on Pitch's long tongue as he did until it slipped free with a light pop.

"Wh-why would I?" Jack muttered back. The back of a clawed finger stroked down his cheek, Jack leaning into it. "You're hot, and I'm interested. That sounds like a good time to me." He gave a shaky grin.

Pitch stared down at him with those bright eyes. "Last chance to back out of this, Jack." He kissed trembling lips once again. "Surely you have plenty of suitors waiting for you on land."

Jack scoffed. "Suitors? What are you, a hundred years old?" When Pitch looked back up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, Jack's eyes having adjusted enough to see his mouth pull taught. He looked away. "Dont... don't answer that." He tugged at the binds of his arms, the tendrils not budging save to get a better grip on him. "A-Anyway, you don't seem like you'll let me go anytime soon."

Pitch leaned in close as he tilted Jack to face him with a warm hand on his cheek, hovering just over Jack's lips. "Do you want me to let you go?" he asked softly.

Jack met his bright eyes, his breathing shaky, his body spasming under the constant pull at his skin from the various suckers on his body. His palm was hot, his thumb tingling on his skin where it stroked his cheek. The hold on his arms was firm; he couldn't break free if he tried, but it wasn't bruising. If Pitch wanted to snap him like a twig, he could; he'd seen those monstrous tendrils stop and break a charging bull shark that swam a little too far north over the summer in half. Pitch nearly caused him to drown when they first met. The eight arms that made up his lower half had left behind bruises ten times over as they had gotten to know each other, until Pitch figured out the correct amount to pressure to apply to hold him without hurting him.

Jack had no doubt that he would let go if he told him to.

Instead, he smiled, wiggling one arm until Pitch got the hint and released it. Jack reached up to place it to his sea monster's shadowy cheek. He smiled as Pitch leaned into his touch, closing his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said softly. Pitch opened bright eyes again to stare down at him. His fingers slid back into feather-soft hair, tugging. "Kiss me?"

Pitch did.

He wasted no time devouring Jack's lips for his own, angling his head just right to plunge his tongue into his mouth. They both moaned, Jack's writhing renewed with a vengeance as the suckers sticking to his body continued their exploration with loud, vulgar pop's all over his skin. The other hand found his hip, gripping hard with a dig of nails into soft flesh to encourage him to move against Pitch once more. The tentacle that rubbed over his crotch - the only one with no suckers at the end of it - circled his dick, squeezing gently. Jack threw his head back with a gasping moan, pulling away from Pitch's mouth so the big octopus could latch onto his neck, teeth digging in and piercing thin skin. Jack screamed.

"What the fu-uck..." he trailed off with a moan as Pitch attached his lips to the spot and sucked, licking over the wound. He then trailed kisses back down his neck, over his chest, and down his belly. All the while, the tendril wrapped around his length jerked him in long, smooth pulls, Jack hearing Pitch's breathing stutter just so. His face was aflame once again by the time Pitch settled over his crotch, shrieking as that hot tongue licked the tip of him to poke inside the hole.

"Gods, you taste wonderful..." Pitch growled into the night. He licked along Jack's thigh, teeth leaving light scratches as he nipped at his skin. All around them was silent, save for the gentle crash if waves on the rocks, of Pitch's large body slipping in and out of the water. Every time Jack's skin started to dry in the cool night air, tightening uncomfortably from the salt water, another splash of water would rush over him, dripping from one of Pitch's many appendages. His body was alight with sensation, and he tossed his head.

"Please don't tease," he whined in frustration. Pitch placed both his hands on Jack's thighs, lightly scratching his nails over soft skin.

"I wouldn't dream of such a thing," he lied, so painfully obvious Jack couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, yeah? That's not what this thing tells me!" He gently slapped the tendril still pulsating on his chest, only to gasp as his hand was caught in another. It held his arm up by his head, the one on his chest undulating even more over his nipples for the comment. He was sure to have little circular marks all over his body when the night was over, and he dreaded the excuse he would have to give his mother.

He could not wait to look in a mirror.

"Spread your legs for me," Pitch murmured in that dark way of his. Jack moaned, opening up as far as he could. Pitch clicked his tongue at him, and Jack worried fleetingly that he might have disappointed his lover. "Now, now, Jack, you can do better than that." He gasped as two sticky-smooth tendrils wrapped around his legs, the suckers catching on his skin as they took a firm hold. "Spread your legs wider." He whined as his legs were stretched even further.

He scrambled at the skin of the thick black arms near his hands, his fingers sinking into squishy flesh but unable to grab a decent hold of them. Pitch manhandled him to lay the way he wanted, bending Jack nearly in half, legs spread wide to expose his ass while holding his knees down by his ribs. Jack's face flushed deeper than it ever has, realizing too late that his entrance was exposed to the hungry monster watching him.

"There you are..." Pitch muttered, hungry and dark, and Jack felt warm heat on his ass before he threw his head back with a shout, eyes wide as that wickedly long tongue plunged inside him.

His moans were loud and guttural, Pitch's tongue flicking over his prostate with each thrust inside. Jack tried to squirm away, unable to do more than shake and accept the assault, turn on two as he couldn't even thrust up into the tentacle wrapped around his length. It slid up and down his cock with each torturous prod of Pitch's tongue, and Jack was soon as shaking, drooling mess. His legs were held fast, muscles twitching with each sharp flick of the tongue, his arms trying to pull at the appendages holding him captive. He couldn't even thrust down on the muscle, completely immobile as Pitch gave him pleasure the likes of which he had never known.

Not that he had known much before Pitch.

"I'm... I'm gonna-!" He screamed as his orgasm hit him hard and fast, a tentacle cradling his head as he threw it back. Waves crashed around them, drowning out his noises to anyone who might be standing out on the rocky bluffs this late at night, but Jack could only feel the spray of water on his body, splashing his sides as Pitch continued to suck at his hole. His ass felt uncomfortably wet, the tendril milking his cock for everything he had squeezing just shy of becoming painful. Jack tried to catch his breath, wheezing slightly as his lungs were compressed a little more as Pitch tries to bend him further in half. Jack felt like he was gonna break, tears beading in his eyes as the pleasure on his cock tipped over the edge of pain, and couldn't even kick the bigger male off him. "S-stop! Oh, god, stop, I can't-!"

The tendril on his cock slid away. Jack breathed a sigh of relief, Pitch pulling his tongue out to lean over him once again. His eyes shown with a ferocity Jack wasn't used to, his breathing heavy and uneven as he licked up Jack's mess, all the while maintaining eye contact. Jack couldn't look away even if he wanted to, moaning as the arm on his chest suddenly pulled free. He gasped as his nipples were exposed to cool air, sensitive and sore, only to nearly scream again when Pitch latched onto the unbitten one. His tongue flicked and curled around the nub, sucking and nibbling gently. Meanwhile, the arm that was free of suckers on the last few inches slid over his crotch, teasing ticklish skin at the seam of his leg and hip. He tried to squirm, tried to get a word out , but Pitch bit his chest again, Jack screaming at sharp teeth sinking into his flesh.

"Just like that, Jack..." Pitch growled into his skin after he unhooked his teeth. Jack lay there, a panting, sweaty mess, trying to catch his breath and relax his shaking muscles, but he tensed as something new prodded at his entrance. "Relax for me, darling... You've been so good for me, Jack, just a little more..."

Pitch's voice sounded broken and near hoarse. Jack whined, barely managing to stop seizing enough for the appendage to poke in. It was no bigger than maybe two fingers to start, but he knew how thick Pitch's arms were, had spent enough time studying them to know how quick the stretch would widen. He moaned, pathetic and pained, his cock barely managing to twitch in response. Two hands pressed into the rock by his head, Jack prying open his eyes to meet Pitch's, the big creature hovering above him in the dark. Jack could just barely make out his shadowy features past the fever-bright eyes, but Pitch's cheeks seemed darker than usual, his mouth gone slack. He wondered if the other male was blushing.

"P-Pitch..."

"I got you, love," Pitch whispered. His voice cracked on the last word, Jack's heart swelling at the sound of it. The tendril cradling his head was gentle, angling him just so. Pitch leaned down and kissed him, gentle but all-encompassing, claiming Jack for his own as his specialized arm pushed in a little deeper. "I got you. You're opening up so beautifully for me, Jack, you lovely little thing..."

He leaned back enough to look down the length of Jack's body, watching the arm pull out an inch or two before pushing back in. He released a guttural moan, Jack gasping at the stretch.

"I can't -" he gasped brokenly, even as his body started to relax against his will.

"You can," Pitch muttered. "You can take it, love, you can take everything I have to give you..." Jack threw his head back as his prostate was nudged, his poor abused hole clenching and making his cock twitch. "There you are..."

Pitch's breathing grew more ragged as the tentacle thrust a little hard, stretching Jack more. Jack could do nothing but take it, moaning and gasping and whining as Pitch used him as he saw fit. His mouth fell open, Pitch's tongue plundering the wet cavern, and Jack felt his eyes close. His whole body shook as with every other hard thrust, Pitch pushed in deeper. His weird tentacle-cock rubbed over his prostate with every thrust, sending spasms of painful pleasure throughout Jack's body. His cock bounced against his belly, full and painful, and Jack could only be thankful that Pitch kept his movements slow and steady - probably for his sake. Who knew what would happen to a poor little human if Pitch went fast and hard, even if Jack kinda wanted him to pick up the pace.

Pitch pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. One big hand found Jack's cheek, stroking the skin under his eye, and Jack was made aware of the wetness there. He realized he was crying a little too late.

"Should I stop?" Pitch whispered. His voice edged on desperate as the tentacle moved a little faster. "I can - o-oh, f-fuck... I can stop, J-Jack, I-"

He looked down as he spoke, his whole body shuddering as the tentacle forced in a little deeper. It moved a little harder, Jack's peering up through bleary eyes to watch Pitch's own widen with unbearable desire.

"Fuck, you're perfect..." Pitch hissed. "Look at you... You really can take it, can't you, you perfect creature...."

Jack moaned pitifully as his head was lifted a little more. He gazed down at his own body, not quite registering what he was seeing in his foggy mind.

There was movement under his skin, a vague push and pull that aligned with every thrust of Pitch's dick. His belly protruded with every thrust in, settling again when Pitch pulled back some, only to rinse and repeat. When he made no outward signs of a reaction, Pitch paused, leaning back a little as he pulled his dick out. Jack watched with heavy breathing as his stomach flattened, his nerves sparking and lighting up as the very tip of the tentacle brushed his prostate. His cock twitched, Jack not really feeling it as something nudged his balls, fondling them gently. He moaned, clenching around the tip of the appendage. The his eyes went wide as it was suddenly shoved back in, hard and deep, and Jack wanted to throw his head as he screamed, but he was held in place, eyes locked onto his stomach and the sudden bulge that appeared as Pitch fucked him.

His body seized as yet another orgasm hit him, mouth falling slack as weak eyes watched his skin move. He flicked them up to find Pitch, the sea monster's own eyes locked on the skin of his belly, but they briefly flicked up to meet Jack's foggy blue. Jack didn't register the noise that escaped his lover, low and broken and terrifying. He barely felt the cock inside him pulse and twitch, didn't notice the way his stomach continued to expand. He only had eyes for that brilliant gold, mouth opening and closing weakly as he tried to say something, anything, beside whatever pitiful noises were escaping him just then. Pitch leaned over him, hot lips finding his easily in the dark, and Jack sighed a the strain on his body started to lax.

The cushion under his head lowered enough so his neck was no longer bent so much. The restraints on his arms loosened, suckers popping as they pulled away from his skin. His legs were slowly lowered and stretched, the tendrils massaging blood back into his limbs. More popping was heard in the quiet night, barely drowned out by the sound of the waves, but Jack couldn't really hear it. There was blood rushing in his ears as his body was moved for him, his whole body feeling more loose and relaxed than it ever had before. His belly felt full to bursting, Pitch's cock still pulsing inside him, but he felt limp and sleepy now that Pitch was no longer moving.

Pitch's tongue traced every inch of his mouth - over his teeth, sucking on his tongue. He pulled away with sharp teeth on Jack's lip, careful not to bite too hard. His eyes were heavy as they gazed down at Jack, so adoring and soft that Jack wanted to cry.

Oh, wait.

He already was.

"Shh..." Pitch soothed gently, wiping his tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "It's alright, Jack, you're alright." Jack tried to speak but couldn't, moaning low and pained. "You did so well for me, my good little Jack." The tendril inside him finally ceased its pulsing, Pitch starting to gently remove it. He moaned as he did, gazing down at Jack with a kind of hunger that made Jack feel loved. "Feel that, Jack?" Jack did, barely managing a nod as way more than what Pitch had told him would be inside him slithered out. "You took so much, and for your first time, too!" He laid a warm hard on Jack's full belly, rubbing gently. "Such a good boy..." He leaned down to kiss Jack's distended stomach. "You'd make such an exquisite parent to my spawn, Jack..." He kissed his belly again. Jack sighed.

The hand pressed down hard on his belly, Jack sucking in a sudden breath of pain. He gritted his teeth. "Wh-what..."

"Sadly," Pitch continued to mutter, regretful and resigned, "I think keeping these inside you might actually kill you."

Then he pushed down. Hard.

Jack screamed.

Something shifted inside him, multiple somethings. At the same time, two tentacles were back at his entrance, spreading his hole, and something pushed out of Jack. It squished embarrassingly, Jack's face lighting up with mortification, but Pitch leaned down to kiss him.

"It's alright, darling. I got you."

A second something popped out of Jack's body as Pitch kept up the pressure on his body. "P-Pitch... w-hat the f-fuck?"

Another slid out, Jack whining as his body tried to clench around it, trying to keep it in.

"You can't keep them, Jack," Pitch told him gently. "They won't live."

"K-keep... wh-at?"

Pitch gazed at him with those loving, bright eyes, smiling gently. "My spawn, Jack. Eggs. Maybe someday we can figure something out, but right now, your body can't hold them." As he spoke, more... eggs slid out of Jack despite his body doing the best it could to keep them in.

"You di... didn't say... there would be-eee eggs inv-ah-lved!" Jack tried to shout between panting breaths, but Pitch simply chuckled, kissing his parted lips.

"Whoops."

"Oh, fu-ah! F-fuck you!"

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I just jumped so far out of my wheelhouse that I had to end it there! I am soo sorry!

#what the fuck is this mess #i sincerely hope this is ok Fang!!#ill clean it up and post it to ao3 later #harley answers #asks #harley writes #my writing #blackice #fic #rotg #pitch black #jack frost #mermay

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