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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year ago

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―pairing : Bang Chan x fem!Reader ―genre : angst + fluff ― content warnings : merman AU, strangers to lovers, ⚠️ mentions of death because reader almost drowns. mentions of murder. don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable with it ⚠️ ―word count: 4.350 ― prompt : WHAT IF mermaids are the women thrown off ships because of the common belief sailors had about having a woman on the boat being bad luck? And mermans are boys thrown off the ship for various different reasons? As they sink to the bottom, legs tied together, they start to change slowly until they can breathe and use their tied up legs to swim - legs which eventually would turn into a fish tail. They drown sailors in revenge, luring them in by singing in their husky voices still stinging from the salt water they breathed.

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, my new askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

«Some of my men,» the Captain’s lewd voice spat, lifting your chin with the hilt of his sahrp sword, «are saying that you bring bad luck. What do you have to say about it?» the never-ending mumble of the pirates made you feel nauseous. You were able to stand on your feet just because you were roughly tied up to the mast, but exhaustion was starting to cloud your senses since you couldn’t remember the last time you ate or even drank some water. Sailing in the middle of the sea during summer was dangerous, especially if you were forced to stay out in the open every day. You didn’t answer to his question, both because the words were dying in your sore throat, and also because you silently vowed to yourself that you’d never spoke to the pirate crew that sinked the harmless ship you were travelling on and took you as a prisoner. You were the only one they decided to take as their prisoner, and contrarily to your expectations, they never did anything to you; they simply tied you up and left you there, probably waiting for you to die due to the unbearable heat.

If you had to be honest, you surprised yourself as well for your unexpected resistance; besides feeling incredibly weak, you never completely collapsed; instead, you lost count of how many days you spent with your body tied up to the ship’s mast. No one among the pirates had ever tried to approach you, they’d settle for staring at you from a safe distance, nervous and uneasy gazes locked on your frame accompanied with low mumbles which you obviously couldn’t hear.

Today, the sun was up high in the sky and surprisingly enough, they all decided to gather on the deck and suddenly acknowledge your presence, making you feel nervous but also making you feel as if your blood was boiling with sudden rage. You were tired, you were thirsty and hungry and on top of all, you were scared; you heard many rumours about pirates and all of them made you shiver in fear, so you didn’t know what to expect now that they decided to act up on their status.

«I feel magnanimous today, I will let you choose.» the Captain slowly walked around the mast while playing with his sword, pondering about the suggestion of selling you to the first brothel they’d eventually found next time they landed. «You can become a prostitute, or let the sharks eat you.» his victorious grin was contraposed to your cold glare. You knew that pirates never said the truth, and you also knew about the superstition they had; apparently, having a woman on a ship brought incredible bad luck. That’s why, with incredible struggle, you managed to gather all the saliva remaining in your mouth just to spit it on the Captain’s obnoxious face.

Needless to say, few moments later you were surrounded by the crew shouting animatedly while two pirates were tightly binding your legs together by tying a large rope around your ochre coloured gown while another one was making sure you stood still; not like you had any strength to fight back. You simply stood there, manhandled like a ragdoll, wondering how much time it would take for you to suffocate; your eyes glanced to the rock placed next to your feet and neatly tied at the rope around your lower body and judging by that, you were sure it wouldn’t take too much.

Rage mixed with despair filled your senses as soon as they made you wear a pirate coat filled with smaller pebbles – too large for you, and way too heavy; despite the anger which was boiling in your veins instead of blood, you were too weak to react in any kind of way. You scoffed, silent tears threatening to escape your eyes, as you had to gather all the strength you had in order to bear the weight of a countless number of heavy pebbles hidden in the coat’s pockets; they really wanted you to drown as quickly as you could, and they weren’t doing anything to hide it. The skin of your wrists burned as one of the pirates that was tying up your legs few minutes ago, was now tightly binding your wrists together, not caring about the few droplets of blood escaping your bruised and irritated skin.

«Any last words?» the Captain spat from behind your shoulders, and you tried to ignore the loud yells of simply throwing you at the sea. It would have been stupid to hide the fact that you were scared and you didn’t want to die like this, but what could a young lady do on a pirate ship? You couldn’t fight or ask for help, you were definitely helpless and still, the whirlwind of confused emotions in your heart slowly began to dissipate, clearing your mind on what your soul really longed for.

“Revenge,” was all you could think about; you didn’t know how that silent hope could ever be fulfilled, but it was everything your soul asked for in that very moment; and so, all it took was a harsh push for you to fall into the cold and salty water, the weight of the rocks quickly bringing you towards the bottom of the sea.

Panic quickly flooded in your senses as you were fighting yourself and your resistance by trying to hold your breath as long as you could. Survival instinct had the best of you for a split second and when you noticed that no matter how much strength you used, you couldn’t move your legs nor your arms, you panicked even more, bringing your tied up hands to your throat and holding it in a in a silent prayer for you to be able to resist more, even if your lungs were burning from the desire and the need to breathe and your chest was hurting for the same reason. You squeezed your eyes as your vision began to blur, thinking that that was it; it was really your last moment, when you felt a harsh and unexpected tug on your wrist; you quickly opened your eyes, just to see a young, handsome boy with blonde hair dancing in the water staring at you with worried, yet gentle eyes.

Despite the thought that flashed into your mind, you didn’t have enough time to question him about how did he manage to swim so deep in the open sea without feeling the need to breathe and why was he shirtless, because said stranger quickly kissed your lips, his left hand holding your wrists while you could feel his right forearm pressing your body towards his by pushing on the middle of your back; you started to panic once again, when you feel him breathing some air into your mouth, giving you a little more time to breathe.

As quickly as he kissed you, he parted from your lips just to swim towards your feet, and as you saw a long indigo fishtail elegantly swaying in front of your eyes, you thought you were already dead and probably hallucinating while you were waiting for your next life. The blonde boy’s face appeared in your sight once again, and even if you felt incredibly lighter, the ropes around your legs were still preventing you from swimming.

«Take this off,» he said with a husky voice as he hugged your waist and gestured towards the pirate coat filled with heavy pebbles, and you were about to breathe out all the air he breathed into your mouth in shock because, how could he talk underwater?

He must have understood what you were talking about because he giggled, his eyes turning into two small crescent moons and dimples framing his smile. «I’m a merman,» he simply explained, before turning serious once again, «and you really need to take this off, unless you want to sink.» you furrowed your brows, feeling your throat starting to burn once again; this time, the pain confused you.

Your throat burned, your lungs did too, but it was a little different from before; you watched as the boy quickly cut the ropes around your wrists with the tip of the golden harpoon he was carrying around and let him help you taking off the pirate coat. You watched at how quickly it sinked to the depths of the sea, thinking that it could have been you.

Only because you finally looked below you, you finally took notice of the length of the harpoon that the merman was holding in his right hand, and the fact that the rock anchored to your feet was now gone; you owed your life to this nameless boy which was still holding you tight to his body, and silently hoped he would help you resurface and look for a ship so that you could get some help going back home and somehow trying to rebuild your own life after this terrifying experience.

You felt a weird and uncommon stinging sensation on the skin of your neck but you didn’t question it, instead, you gently tapped twice on the merman’s collarbone, as to silently say that you were running out of oxygen once again, when he simply looked at you with a bright and excited smile.

«It’s time! You can breathe, now!» he glanced at your neck, his expression was so gentle and cheerful that you almost believed him and tried to breathe underwater.

«What!?» you creaked, your voice rough and husky and your throat sore; realizing what you did, you immediately brought your hands to your mouth, looking at the boy – which was still giggling, his cheerful expression in stark contrast with your extremely alarmed eyes; if you weren’t so scared, you would have payed attention to the fact that your voice actually came out clearly instead of being absorbed by the water.

«Look,» he said, turning his head to show you his neck; you were about to touch the small gills he had on his skin, when your hand blocked in mid-water as he spoke once again, «you have them, too.» your hand flew on your neck, to find out that he was indeed right. You had two gills on each side of your neck, they were small and easily hidden by your hair since they were positioned towards your nape, but it was all it took for you to trust the blond merman enough to try and inhale a deep breath.

«I can breathe,» you mumbled, your eyes wide and surprised, «I can breathe underwater!» you exclaimed, a mixture between excited and scared.

«You’re turning into a mermaid.» the blonde boy said, and your eyes widened the size of the full moon. «I’ll explain to you later,» he quickly glanced to his left, «all you have to know for now is that your tail will soon look like mine,» he briefly detached from you just to quickly spin in front of you, before hugging you close once again. «and that we have to leave, the sharks are coming out for dinner.» he said, with a final wink. You let the boy – which introduced himself as Chris, take you away and teach you how to properly swim without moving your legs, contrarily to what you always did.

Two months later from your first encounter with Chris, you both were sitting on some rocks erupting from the sea, enjoying the warm morning breeze. The ochre dress you were wearing the day you’ve been thrown overboard had now started to cling to the skin of your legs at the point it seemed to merge with it, and the ropes seemed to be as well. You glanced at Chris, leaning on the rocks while supporting his weight on his hands while his head was thrown back and his tail was slowly moving up and down with languid and repetitive movements, occasionally splashing some water around with his tail.

He looked incredibly handsome, and you couldn’t help yourself but wonder why even when he saved you, he decided to stick around to the point where you spent every day together; Chris was gentle and careful, patiently teaching all he knew about living under the sea and you meticulously listened to him, managing to have fun as he helped you adapt to your new life.

Funny enough, you lived together into one of the countless underwater small villages populated by mermaids and mermen; some lived in the relict of old sinked ships, while others opted to live in underwater caves or houses built from corals. Needless to say, Chris’ dramatic behaviour suggested him to live in the relict of the ship that threw him overboard, and he asked you to live with him.

«It’s going to be easier for you to adapt to your new life.» he had said back then, not like you had any reason to refuse his offer. You didn’t regret it not once, since Chris was the kind of friend you always wanted to have. Your eyes curiously glanced at Chris’ wrists, noticing that some indigo scales had grown there as well in a rather curious pattern; somehow, they seemed to recall a rope. Your hands acted pretty much by themselves; as your eyes travelled on Chris’ long indigo fishtail, your fingers caressed one of the soft, pink flesh spots between its scales.

«I can’t wait for my tail to be complete,» Chris’ hoarse voice said, and your eyes met his; he offered you a gentle smile, his head tilted to the side as he remained in the same position as he was before, unbothered with your touch – on the contrary, enjoying it.

«Nevertheless,» you mumbled, secretly wondering if your throat will ever stop burning, «It’s beautiful.» your eyes focused again on the tail’s scales which thanks to the sun, seemed to shine in a somehow greenish colour which made it seem even more enchanting.

«I’m sure yours will be even more beautiful than mine.» Chris smiled, reaching out to hold your hand right above his fish tail. You blushed, adverting your gaze and feeling incredibly uglier compared to him: you were in the middle of your metamorphosis, therefore your legs were still slowly turning into a fishtail, and your dress was ripped and clinging to different part of your skin as a second, unwanted skin; Chris explained that all it took were six months, and then, you would have been completely ultimate your metamorphosis into a mermaid.

«Chris,» you mumbled, briefly thought about all the times, as a kid, you stared at the sea wondering if all the legends about mermaids were true, just to find yourself slowly becoming one. Chris hummed, his blonde hair now almost completely dry. «What happened?»

«I’m not really sure, either.» he confessed, «some say that it’s our desire of revenge that triggers the metamorphosis. All we know is that one moment we’re sinking towards the bottom of the sea, and the other we’re sinking ships.» he chuckled, before adding a quick

«I’ll show you, sooner or later.» in answer to your confused face; you simply nodded at him, before asking him how did he become a merman since you were driven by the desire to know him better but also, to hear his mesmerizing voice for as long as you could. Chris never let go of your hand, playing with your fingers as he told you about how he left his village in order to become a sailor, just to be thrown off the ship two years later with the false accusation of being a thief.

«What saddens me, is that I never got the chance to confess to my beloved one.» his voice said, looking at you with eyes as warm as the sun itself. Even if you felt a strange sensation of jealousy creeping into your soul, you decided to ignore it. Chris was handsome, funny, caring and gentle; it was obvious for him to have someone he loved.

«I’m sure she would have said yes.» you sighed, wishing for a second to be the one who held his heart even now that his life had completely changed for good.

«She didn’t even knew I existed» Chris chuckled, shaking his head, «She was the only daughter of a famous merchant in our village, and I was the blacksmith’s son.» you listened how Chris kept looking at you with a mischievous gaze as he provided you the description of a girl which not only looked exactly like you, but was also living the replica of your life. «I gave her a pin once, when we were kids.» the colour drained from your cheeks, remembering the scene of a young blonde kid handing you a white orchid pin during a festival, when you were around seven years old. Back then, the boy claimed it brought good luck, and that you were the prettiest among all the young girls so it had to be yours; since that day, you wore it every day. «It was a white orchid. She always wore it, even if she probably forgot about me during the years.» your heart was hammering into your chest, and with slow and calculated words you asked him the only question which really mattered, the only one able to dissolve your doubts; you took a deep breath, and asked him where he was from.

«Velia.» he answered, and suddenly, you were in a loss of words. Chris not only came from your village, but also was the little boy that many years ago had provided you with your lucky pin, the same one that the Pirates had snatched away from your dress. «I’ll give you an even better present.» Chris smiled, and you answered with a shy nod.

Chris’ unexpected confession made a whirlwind of emotion erupt in your soul, you never imagined that he silently had a crush on you for all these years but deep down, you were sure that you could return his feelings with the same intensity. Both of you had all your lives in front of you, and you knew that Chris had so much love to give and he deserved just as much, maybe even more.

That morning was the most the two of you have talked. The salty water you breathed while drowning still burned your lungs and you found it sometimes difficult to talk; this is why the two of you created a personal language mostly composed by hand gestures, which allowed the two of you to communicate and have infinite conversations without feeling your throat sting.

A comfortable silence fell around the two of you, and Chris never stopped gently running his fingertips on your still bruised wrists, the action making you feel as butterflies were soaring in your stomach; if Chris ever saw your skin erupt into goosebumps anywhere his fingers touched, he never mentioned it.

Therefore, you and Chris spent your morning on the rocks when, as soon as you heard another mermaid’s chant, he quickly lead you away. «It’s not time, yet.» he said, and you trusted him without questioning him further.

One year had quickly gone by and both you and Chris had completed your metamorphosis; your tail was dark orange, its scales would show golden reflections according to the light, dark orange scales also grew instead of the bruises on your wrists and, no matter what you said, Chris would continuously shower you with compliments which you immediately returned. You and Chris managed to make many friends – some that already completed the metamorphosis and some you just recently rescued from drowning, but still, Chris was the only one you spent the most time with; over the time, you naturally became a couple, even if nothing special changed in your relationship dynamics.

The two of you had always spent your time together so the only thing that you added to the mix were the kisses and more intimate touches. Sometimes, you’d lose yourself in his warm brown eyes, thinking how much you loved him and how you owed him your life.

You knew that you would have changed even without Chris’ help, but his presence helped you to face the metamorphosis with a little more courage – which you probably wouldn’t have had, if you were to face this all alone.

«Remember that excellent present I was talking about back then?» Chris asked with a wide grin and you nodded, knitting your brows in confusion, «Come with me.» Chris said, as he led you to the surface while holding your hand; you realized quickly that it must have been a special occasion, since he used his voice to express his thoughts.

Both of you keep the verbal exchanges at minimum; since you found out that your throat would never stop burning.

«It’s the salt water we breathed while drowning,» Changbin – a merman which turned many years before the two of you did, quietly explained to you few months ago. On his wrists, he had dark blue – almost black, scales matching the colour of his long tail, but unlike you and Chris, his scales enveloped his arms and part of his torso almost in a spiral way, making you wonder about how painful and horrible his experience must have been, «It will never stop stinging, reason why our revenge will always be as brutal as our death.»

You followed Chris as he diligently sat on some rocks erupting from the sea, gesturing towards a small group of mermaid sitting on the shores far away from you; some had their tail partially immersed to the water, while some were completely resting on the hard surfaces of the rocks. They all seemed to be waiting, but you still didn’t know what for, since the horizon was completely clear. As the mermaids saw you and Chris, you all waved at each other since you were friends; you were surprised to learn how everyone – unlike the human world, was genuinely sweet towards each other.

«I hope you’ll like it.» Chris’ lips whispering against your ear made it appear as his husky voice was dripping honey, and as your eyes saw a familiar Pirate flag on top of a ship, which was slowly coming your way, you froze up in fear, tightly holding to Chris’ hand; he quickly hugged you close to his body in the silent attempt to reassure you. You didn’t understand why Chris would have thought that seeing the ship of the people who threw you overboard could ever be considered a gift, when suddenly, the mermaids started singing.

It was a mesmerizing chant, and you immediately understood why it drove men insane by slowly hypnotizing them to the point they lose their will; as a mermaid, you knew the pain of using your voice and so, you realized what Changbin meant all those months ago. Part of each mermaid’s soul was filled with the desire of revenge towards the ones who choose such a brutal and despicable death for them, and so, no matter how their throat burned in the process, their husky voices would sing marvellous and hypnotic songs just to lure them in the water in a deadly trap.

From the distance, you saw how the pirates started to throw themselves off the ship, and that’s when Chris signalled you that it was time to get underwater once again; you were completely new to this, since Chris always led you away as soon as you’d hear a mermaid chant, but no matter what, you could have never imagine what you were about to see.

Underwater, there were at least a hundred mermaids and mermen skilfully armed with harpoons or smaller knives, and as soon as the pirates fell in the water, they’d swim quickly, plunging themselves at the pirates with the precise goal to kill them in the most brutal way they could, so that they wouldn’t have any occasion to trigger the metamorphosis and turn into mermen.

Chris kept holding you tight as the two of you assisted to that massacre, close enough to catch every detail but far enough not to get involved with the pool of blood that was quickly expanding in the water; your eyes casually caught the action that made your heart feel at ease once and for all. Changbin and Hyunjin – whose tail was probably the prettiest since it was a pastel light blue, were respectively sinking an harpoon and a short blade into the Captain’s chest, and as you saw him writhing in pain as he breathed out all the oxygen he had stored in his mouth, you breathed a content sigh, your silent wish for revenge was now fulfilled thanks to your friends.

As soon as the group made sure that no one from the pirate crew managed to survive, you all quickly swam away, knowing that sharks had a very sharp sense of smell and no one wanted to get in their way in the middle of a hunt.

Once you were back home Chris kissed you, the unexpected sensation of such an intimate gesture making you smile against his lips, pulling him even further to your body and swirling once or twice in the middle of water as you did so. Despite the salty water that constantly surrounded the both of you, Chris’ lips held an inexplicably different flavour. His kisses tasted like home, like you finally found peace.

The pirates hat threw you overboard had met their terrible fate, the same as many other men, and you were happy with the thought that they wouldn’t be able to harm anyone else.

Chris held you tight, placing his forehead against yours. «I love you,» he said for the first time, ignoring the pain in his lungs. «I love you too,» you mumbled right back, gently placing your hands on his cheeks, as the end of your tails swirled around each other’s.

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 5 months ago

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Magical charms under the moon

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kicho x OC (Juliet)

Prompt : Festival After Dark

Part of : Sunshine and Starlight hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Platonic Love Festival Dancing

Word Count : 1.261

Author’s Note: A festival turn into so much more, love spurt under the stars as destiny meddle with two people seemingly at odds but more similar than what they thought, bringing them closer into a relationship created to change the world and themselves in unpredictable way, powerful and weird like the emotion binding them together. 🤩

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He was a yaksha. She was a yōsei.

They should never have met.

But they did.

That meeting was only the beginning of something that was destined to change them.

Moonless curls cascaded over her shoulder, scattered in the wind adorning a gorgeous visage, big and round tourmaline eyes, a canvas of emotions, glimmering just like the gem itself as the light flickered and swam in them sheltering under the feeble shadow of her long and graceful eyelashes, her lips a rose bud curled in gentle, albeit shy, half-confident, ever kind, smiles.

She alone shone bright in the night like a star with her fair complexion and her emerald kimono, that hugged luscious feminine curves he was unused to, moving so gracefully as she walked with a touch of innocent sensuality that it was hard to tame and impossible to resist, bewitching him to get closer and get burn in her light.

Like a moth was drawn to a flame even though it hurt its wings, he was drawn to her irresistibly because he didn't know any other way to live.

A mad desire burned in him to know more about that mermaid, that enchantress that put a spell on him bewitching his every sense against any rationality.

In what maybe everyone else would have seen the bud of love he saw his ruin, and yet this too was not enough to pull him away from her.

Her quick wits and curious nature luring him in to discover more of her, to ask, to seek, to understand that entrancing mystery she was to him, forbidden desires kept him awake until late at night, picturing all that could have been between them.

He was defenseless caught in strange ideas in a daze between dreams and reality, until Morphoeus coaxed him to sleep dreaming of her in vivid real dreams he woke up from sweating, shook to the core with an inexplicable yearn to make them real, to have her in his house as she was in his heart.

The only thing preventing him from pursuing his dreams was the fact that his plan, inevitably, would have upset her.

But this too was not enough to pull him away from her, unconsciously scanning the crowd looking for her like a man gone mad with love.

And maybe he was.

Little did he care about that, even though his business partner couldn’t say the same, but nothing ever stopped his determination.

Or so he thought.

Deep down he knew that if she had said so much of a word against his plan he would have tried to listen, that's how much of a fool love made of him.

In the end he was no better than his sister, damning himself for love.

His past self would have mocked such a thing, but he was no longer the man he was before meeting her and he surely couldn’t go back to being.

Their meeting was a chance.

Their love destiny.

It happened on a visit to a nearby village, way too close to Azuchi for his liking, but business was like that and he had no intention to let anything stop that trip from going on smoothly.

But he hadn’t taken her into account.

It was sunset, the meeting had just ended and he really couldn’t wait to go home at once but the roads were stuck for a festival.

He frowned in annoyance, deeming better to walk by foot than to wait for who knows how long to cross the city on horseback thus he gave up on the idea of borrowing one, grateful for the fact his loyal white mane stayed at the inn while he reached the merchant’s house by rickshaw.

It was then he saw her, standing like the sun at the center of everything.

“It must be a festival, what a bother they are holding it today of all days.”

His companion rebuffed annoyed but he couldn’t hear him bewitched as he was from that sight.

Beautiful like the moon, and as much as unreachable, was her dancing with a man with rosy hair, who judging by his expression, was coaxed in the dance by her.

And in the moment she smiled he knew exactly why.

There was no doubt any man would have fallen on his knees giving up all for her if she smiled, he knew because he felt the same way, fact soon proved as he looked around seeing women and men alike enraptured by her.

A yōsei casting her good grace and kindness like a rain of cherry blossom petals in spring, her laugh tingling like the rain caressing the trees’ leaves during a warm summer storm.

As long as she allowed him, he would have bathed in her light.

The moment their eyes met he felt destiny had been set in motion and there would have been no going back.

Shining like the star she was, she beckoned him to come closer, an invitation to share, be it for a fleeting moment, the warmth of what could have been.

Of what could still be if he was brave enough to pursue it.

A spell he could not resist, and a part of him did not want to.

He took her hand in his, letting her smile seep into him, allowing himself, for that night alone, to be happy, not caring nor thinking about anything but that moment.

He let her guide him in a frenetic dance, enraptured by the carefree happiness of the festival, switching position at every turn giving him a better view of each facet of her.

The music gets louder in time with his heartbeats as they spin around faster, in a frenzy of motion that leaves no space to think, to breath, to see, anything but her.

To think a yaksha would have been enchanted by a yōsei was laughable in itself but he didn’t care if this was what happiness felt like that so be it.

He would have done everything he could have to stay with her, and even though he knew it was forbidden and maybe wrong, all that mattered to him was getting to know her better, doing his best to protect her all the same.

A contradiction he would have done his best to resolve.

In an instant their gazes met and held, tourmaline meeting chartreuse glimmering with the same warm light of the lanterns and something dangerously akin to curiosity that set his heart ablaze.

Their lips were close, Oh so close it could have been sinful.

And in a way it was.

Ever gallant he pulled back bowing to her as she did the same, reluctant to step back from the sun, he bought himself time taking her hand in his only to leave a gentlemanly kiss on its back, revelling, for a minute longer, in the adorable rosy blush that spread on her fairy cheeks, already reddened from the dance so much to resemble a strawberry, one he wouldn’t have minded kissing to savour its sweetness.

“I hope we will meet again.”

“Me too.”

Her voice sweet as a persimmon and as much as refreshing to his heart, accompanied him all the way back to their inn.

Upon their return to Sakai her memory was all but vanished from his mind, more determined than ever he went to work to find more about that peculiar westerner girl that awakened his every sense as nothing ever did, a strange sensation, but not unwanted, spread in his heart as he greeted the morning with a smile.

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zenkindoflove · 8 months ago

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15 for Satharion please ❤️❤️❤️

15...passionately.

Note: Okay, I was inspired by elizianna.the.one 's fanart of Satharion. Also "Kiss the Girl" from The Little Mermaid, of course.

“I can’t believe I’m naked… outside!”

Tharion grinned at his wife. He hugged her closer to his chest, floating in a blue lagoon, as he leaned into her ear, “What do you mean? I’m basically naked all the time.”

Sathia rolled her eyes as she continued to giggle, “I’m aware. I can barely convince you to wear clothes in our apartment.”

“I think you secretly like it.” He tried his best not to stare over her shoulder, down at her breasts pressed together by her forearms covering her chest. Compared to him, Sathia was surprisingly modest. It took a lot of coaxing and downright goading to convince her to skinny dip with him.

He brought her here with one goal in mind… to kiss his wife. They had been dancing around it for weeks. He had never been so shy around a female before, but Sathia wasn’t like anyone he had ever been with. She was sharp, graceful, loyal, and if he were honest, a little scary. But mostly, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her smile made his heart race faster than diving leagues under the sea.

He wasn’t sure that Sathia wanted to kiss him too. It was possible, but she had always been hard to read. He wasn’t used to having to work for it so much. Usually, he could flash a cheeky smile, run his hand up someone’s waist, and they would practically pull him down for a kiss first. But Sathia… Sathia was coyer. She was a refined, well-bred lady. She didn’t kiss first, and he knew she would never ask him for one.

So, he had to push his fear away and go for it. She turned her head to look back at him, a playful scowl pulling down her groomed brows. Now was his moment.

He slid his hand along her neck and gently shifted her to turn in his lap. She complied, and Tharion could swear he felt her heart rate quicken, sensing the vibrations in the water. He leaned forward, hesitating for a breath as his lips grazed hers. When he didn’t feel any resistance, he dove forward, kissing her as he had imagined thousands of times since they wed.

Sathia ran her fingers through his slick hair, gripping the back of his head as she was the first one to deepen the kiss, licking his teeth to signal she wanted him to open wider. He listened, dancing his tongue against hers as he fully flipped her around so that she straddled his hips. He kept them afloat with his tail, placing his hands firmly on her hips. Sathia tugged at the roots of his hair at the base of his neck, and he groaned into her mouth. Gods damn. If Tharion knew kissing his wife would be this good, he would have done it much sooner.

Kiss prompts.

#satharion #sathia x tharion #sathia flynn #sathia ketos #tharion ketos #tharion x sathia #crescent city #crescent city fanfic #hofas #ask games #kiss asks #I literally love this art so much #and I've been thinking about a kiss the girl moment for tharion since I started shipping them

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seokiloquy · 2 years ago

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Pearlescent Pt 2 - Iwaizumi Hajime

Au: Merpeople

Requested (kind of)

Tags/Warnings: GN!reader, That’s about it.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5

You risked dipping a toe into the cold water as waves rolled into the rocks. It sent a shiver up your spine, but after another moment, you were used to it enough to relax in your stone seat and dangle your legs, submerging your feet in the ocean. Over the rock ledge, you could hear children laughing and a group of young adults jumping off a platform and jeering at each other when they hesitated. Luckily, no one could see you, all wrapped up in their entertainment to even notice where you were.

It took a minute before Iwaizumi’s head lifted from the water. His sharp eyes immediately sought you out among the stone, and he swam forward, lifting himself and setting his elbows on the space next to your thigh. With a shake of his head, he sent water droplets flying, making his hair spike up quickly. One flew to your chest, landing on the pearl of your necklace.

You wiped it off, smiling. “So, I went to the beach but didn’t see you. Figured coming here was a better idea.”

“Good thinking. I was held back and could get to the surface early. So, wanna go for a swim?”

“I can’t.” You hissed regrettably.

“You can’t swim?”

“Yes.”

“So, you can swim.”

“No, I can’t. My home’s in the city. There was no reason for me to learn how to swim. I end up wriggling around like a fish on land.”

“Cute.”

“No! Not cute, I could drown.”

“Not with me, you won’t. Come here.” He pushed back, tail flicking the water against your knees as he opened his arms wide for you to launch yourself in.

You blinked. “Iwaizumi, as cute as you are, I am not jumping into open water. That’s terrifying.”

“Then just… slowly lower yourself? Come on there’s stuff that I want to show you.”

You huffed, looking away from his dark eyes while weighing the options. “You’re not going to let me go, right?”

“Never.”

“Promise?”

He smiled happily. “Promise. You just have to hold your breath for a minute.”

“I can only promise 30 seconds at most.”

“Then I’ll just have to swim faster.” He prompted you toward him again with a flick of his fingers.

Slowly, you lowered yourself into the water, shivering as it reached your stomach. As Iwaizumi approached and supported you under your arms, the rocks were more challenging to hold onto. Effortlessly, he floated you off the rock and pulled you underneath the surface.

There was hardly a second to hold your breath before water rushed past your ears. It got colder, and as less light managed to peek through to your eyes, you could only imagine that you were being dragged deep into the depths of the ocean with only the warmth of Iwaizumi against your back as a source of comfort.

Then, quicker than it had disappeared, heat began mixing in with the water, surrounding you like a cosy blanket. The water stopped rushing, and a rumbling hum vibrated against your back and into your ear. You flinched, and then Iwaizumi’s hands travelled down your arms and to your hands.

There were more hums, and singing tones in various pitches coming closer, punching through the water and into your ears without resistance. You pulled into yourself, gripping Iwaizumi’s hands tightly as you recoiled back into his chest. The air in your lungs began to feel foul, fighting to escape as you shook.

There were more minor, sharp tones and rushing water before you felt something take hold of your cheeks and press against your shut lips. You struggled against the hold, barely feeling Iwaizumi gently squeeze his finger pads against your palm. There was a concerned whine against your ear before you finally cracked, bubbles pouring out of your system as your eyes opened.

The first thing you saw through the haze of bubbles and dark blue was a mermaid smiling gently with a silver tail that matched her hair that floated around her like a halo. You gasped before realising your mistake and trying to cough it out, kicking for freedom.

You gasped again, looking to your feet where there were no feet at all. Instead, a tail took the place of your legs, growing thick and heavy until ending in a stiff fin like you were a dolphin. Another gasp for air happened before you realised you weren't choking at all.

“Are you okay?”

Iwaizumi swam around to your front, blocking the view of the silver mermaid while still holding your hands. You were sure how you heard his voice so clearly, or rather understood what he was saying at all. Instead of regularly speaking like on land, his words came out more like a whistle with, or hum. Different shapes of the mouth to create different sounds but sustained, stretched, and punctuated to vibrate the water. It felt like listening to a whale song mixed with words.

“Fine—” You coughed on the water again. Compared to the swarm of merpeople around you, your voice sounded garbled.

“It’ll take practice. It’s not easy to speak through water.”

“How is this happening?” you asked, mentally trying to kick a leg out, which caused your tail to twist.

Iwaizumi reached forward to touch the pearl that rested on your chest. It seemed to sparkle. “Just a bit of magic?”

“Give me an actual explanation.”

“Genetic mutation.”

“Okay. Where are my pants?”

“Don’t bother asking.”

“IWA!” a high pitch cut through the water, making the surrounding mers part, to let the new entry through.

“Oikawa, go back to work.”

“No way!” The new mer swam quickly into your space, pushing Iwaizumi out of the way.

Free from his grip, you began to float upward, unable to control your orientation. Once again, you squirmed.

“You’re a bit floppy, aren’t you?”

“I can’t swim with legs. How am I supposed to know how to swim with a tail?” You huffed, wriggling.

“Iwa, why aren’t you helping?”

“What do you think I was doing?!” Iwaizumi glared at who you could only assume was Oikawa while reaching for your arm, which was now hanging down from above your head as your body rotated upside down.

“I think I’m going to be sick?”

The silver mermaid from before approached. “It would be best to get you closer to the vents.”

“Vents?” You asked as she placed her webbed hands on your back and prompted you forward.

“Hydrothermal vents?” she supplied as Iwaizumi and Oikawa trailed. The remaining onlookers dispersed back into the depths. “They’re underwater heat sources. You’re not used to being down here. It can get cold.”

“Ya.” Thinking about the sudden temperature drop made you shiver. “I noticed.”

The mer homes seemed underdeveloped in comparison to the big city. It felt like a series of cabins in the woods or pockets of homes. Canopies, crevices and holes of coral and rock were used to make small living spaces. There was no decor other than the living creatures attached to them and swimming around. It seemed temporary.

The mers had you float next to a gusting tunnel of air that floated to the surface. It was much cosier, warming your frozen fingertips immediately. If you had your toes, you were sure they’d feel toasty.

“So, Why—”

“Oh!” The silver fish placed her hands on the other boy’s shoulders. “I’ll bring the gifts.”

“Gifts?” She zoomed off.

You blinked. “What?”

Oikawa’s tail swished teasingly, making him flip around with a cheeky smile. “They’re welcome gifts… of sorts.”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” you glared.

“I am very forthright with my knowledge.” He huffed.

Iwaizumi grumbled next to him, pulling your attention towards him instead of Oikawa’s distracting appearance.

“There’s… some things that will need explaining.”

“Like what?”

“That you are a descendant of mer.”

Iwaizumi’s expressions were usually either serious, angry, or subtly content.

“Iwaizumi. You’re handsome; please don’t ruin your image with lies.”

“I’m serious.” He looked at it too.

“Shit.”

Before you could ask more, the silver mermaid returned, cradling a conch shell that covered her hand. “It’s imprecise,” she said, handing it to you. “But if you speak into it, someone will hear you, just call for the person you’re reaching for.”

You held the pale pink and white object, running your fingers over the grooves. “This isn’t a cellphone, it's a shell, how is that supposed to work?”

“Magic.” Oikawa smiled.

“Sound amplification and memory.” Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa to swim upright. “Or at least that’s what we think. We don’t even know how we exist in the first place, it’s all sort of unknown.”

“Or possibly just strange enough that we don’t want to know.” Silver said.

Your brow pinched. "Please don't tell me someone fucked a fish."

"Would have had to have been a mammal." Iwaizumi gagged, looking at his tail. "A dolphin maybe."

The bubbles began to die down, heat dissipating slightly, and as it stopped you managed to see the darkness of the water around you. Only a small bit of light was visible on the rippling surface. The rest of the light around you was bioluminescence. Little creatures let off dim lighting to make everything and everyone visible.

You fiddled with the shell in your hand. "So I'm a fish person."

"Merperson."

"And now…?"

Silver handed something off to Iwaizumi, and he approached you, wrapping a string around your wrist with a small seashell attached. "A… gift."

Your mom had sent you off to class with a silent wave as she continued to hurriedly talk into her phone.

Hanni, on the other hand, was on you as soon as you walked through the classroom door.

"How was the date?" She grinned, hands on your wrist and pulling you to your seat. "Oh?"

She moved her fingers to take a look at the new accessory tied around your wrist. The small shell glittered.

"It was a gift."

"Cute. Tell me about it."

Your classmates continued to chatter as the warning bell rang.

"Um… I met some of his friends? They're different. Big swimmers."

"That must have been hard. You can't swim at all."

"Ya." You laughed. Settling in your seat as the teacher walked in. "They're really into it."

As the teacher did attendance the class became quiet. You waited till it was over before turning back to Hanni.

"You must really like him if he managed to take you into the water." Her uniform shifted as she leaned into your space, long hair swaying.

There was a stutter in your chest, erupting in a light giggle. "I guess I do."

"So are you gonna do a long distance relationship?"

You froze, fingers going cold. "I forgot about that."

Ahaha, happy new year - Bacon

Yuppp, happy new year - Kiwi

Posted: 01/01/2023

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lalainajanes · 7 years ago

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mermaid caroline has found herself tied up on this awful british dude's pirate ship and told to navigate them to the island on the treasure map and she knows perfectly well where the treasure is but it's just SO MUCH MORE FUN to give them wrong directions.

Lies To Buy Myself Some Time

Above herit’s chaos and she basks in it, her eyes on the horizon as the sun sets.

She canhear the sailors rushing to and fro, their footsteps pounding the ships’ woodendeck. There’s shouting, harried questions and clipped answers and above the dinhis voice is the loudest.

CaptainNiklaus Mikaelson is livid, barking orders at a rapid clip. It’s deliciously satisfyingfor Caroline. She hums happily, swimming lazy circles, her movement limited bythe enchanted manacle and chain that keeps her imprisoned, attached to a hookimbedded into the hull.

Any guiltshe might have felt is erased each time the tug of her tether reminds her ofwhat he’d done to her.

It takeslong minutes for the noise to die down. She anchor hits the water with a splashand the ship groans, listing slightly to one side.

Oops. Lookslike the treasure hunt was going to be delayed.

She faintlyhears her name being called but she ignores it, despite the sharp insistence ofit, sinking as deeply as she can into the water. If Klaus wants to talk to herhe’s going to have to get wet. His voice cuts off for an instant and then shehears a string of curses. The two thuds that follow are familiar, as is theclatter that follows. A second later a body slices through the water on thestarboard side, quickly righting itself and kicking back to the surface.

For ahuman, Caroline had to admit, he was fairly impressive in the water. Shestudies him without really meaning to, captivated by the way the muscles of hislegs bunch and relax as he treads water.

It’s onlynatural that she finds that fascinating, aches to touch him, to map the contourswith her fingertips and learn what the motions feel like.

He’squieter when he addresses her again but no less forceful, “Caroline, if you arenot above the waterline within the next few seconds I will shorten your line. You think you miss your freedom now? Icould be far less benevolent, love.”

When shecrests the water she’s shaking with fury, “Don’t threaten me,” she spits.

“You ran myship aground.”

“Did I?Odd, I could have sworn you were theone doing the steering.”

His eyesfall closed and his chest expands as he takes a deep breath. It’s a gesture herepeats often, one that means he’s struggling to reign in her temper. It nolonger scares her – as hot as his temper burns he’s never lashed out at her inanger.

No, heprefers to coax. He can spin honey sweet words, beguile with smiles and knowingeyes.

It’s how he’dgotten close enough to clasp the cuff around her wrist.

“You have asingle job, Caroline. Once it’s complete you’ll be free. Don’t you want to befree?”

Of courseshe did. But she wanted him to suffer more.

She remainssilent, slipping lower into the water, her eyes narrowed into slits.

Klaus isnot a stupid man and he eases closer to her. “I need this treasure,” he says,almost gentle. There might, for the first time, be a hint of apology there andCaroline allows his approach. “It took weeks to track your people down, longerstill to get close. Merchant ships cross these waters daily, sitting heavy withgold. They’re easy pickings if I just wanted wealth. I have wealth, enough tolast several lifetimes. What I’m after is something different.”

This is thefirst she’s heard of that.

“And what,exactly, are you looking for?”

This timehis exhale is longer, frustrated. “I’m not precisely sure. There’s a legend.”

“And thoseare always real,” Caroline mutters, making no attempt to mask the healthyhelping of sarcasm.

“Says themermaid,” Klaus shoots back.

Okay, fine.He had a point.

Sherephrases, “What does what you’re looking for have to do with me?”

He reachesfor her, watching her face carefully as he brushes her arm. Caroline tenses buthe makes no move to grab her. The touch remains light, skimming over the sigilinked on her skin. “The tattoo on your shoulder. What does it mean?”

He’d neverasked before even though she’d caught him staring at it often. “It’s a rite ofpassage,” she begins. “We receive it when we reach adulthood, once we areentrusted with the secrets of our territory.”

His handleaves her skin, grasping one of the leather cords he wears around his neck. Hetoys with a silver medallion, turning it over. Caroline instinctively leanscloser to see what’s etched on it. The light is low but her eyes are sharp andshe recognizes the shapes lines easily. She touches a fingertip to the metal, “That’smy tattoo. Our clan’s crest.”

“It’s myfather’s crest too. It’s all over a manor thousands of miles from here. Not thehouse of the man who raised me but the home of a man I never knew. My mothergave me a letter upon her husband’s death. It contained the medallion and amap. A map that led me to that island.”

Her handfalls from his throat, grazing his chest before sinking into the water to latcharound her wrist. She tugs at the cuff, something she’s done hundreds of timesin the last few weeks, but it doesn’t budge. His eyes follow the motion and heglances away.

She’dthought him in danger the first time she’d spotted him, half submerged in theshallows of a tiny, uninhabited island, wearing only trousers that had beentorn at the knees. She’d spied no ships docked, no supplies on the shore, andhe’d barely been moving.

Damn hersoft heart. It was entirely responsible for her current predicament.

Caroline had thought she’d been rescuing him, performing an act of charity, buthe’d merely been resting. Later he’d explained that he’d been filthy andexhausted, having been dropped off to explore the island. He’d sought relieffrom the sun in the cool blue waters and she’d interrupted his break from work.

Klaus hadbeen startled when she’d grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to haul him up soshe could check his heartbeat. Caroline had panicked when he’d begun to flail,had turned her back and dived back into the water to escape.

“You sawthe tattoo the first day,” Caroline says, when the realization dawns. “And youlured me back because of it.”

Hercuriosity had gotten the best of her embarrassingly quickly. She’d crept backto observe him as soon as dusk had fallen, watching from a safe distance. She’dfound herself fascinated by him, had avidly watched him put the finishingtouched on a shelter and build a fire. He’d caught fish and cooked them overthe flames and, once they were prepared, he’d stood and called out to her.

She’d havenever thought that she’d find being addressed as “Miss Mermaid” endearingbefore that moment.

He’doffered to share his dinner and Caroline had swum closer, her curiosity gettingthe better of her. She’d always hungered for new adventures but excitement was inshort supply in the waters she’d lived in her whole life. Meeting a human,eating cooked fish, weren’t experiences she’d ever had and she’d rushed intothem headlong.

Carolinehad taken a leap and shown herself, following the tide in and accepting the tinplate he’d offered. The fish had been a little burnt but she hadn’t minded, hadquickly become absorbed in learning about her new human acquaintance. She’d hadan endless pile of questions for him about things she’d observed and he’dindulged her, never seeming to find any question too silly or insignificant.

She’d comeback the next night, and the next and the one after that. She arrived a bitearlier each time, lingered longer. Klaus worked to win her trust, sitting sideby side with her in the water fielding her questions and telling her thestories his people had made up about the stars.

When he’d finallytaken her hand she’d shivered, her breath beginning to quicken. Her heart hadbegun to flutter wildly in anticipation that had taken a sharp turn toconfusion.

Klaus had cuffed her and Caroline had never feltcolder or more stupid.

“Why didn’tyou just ask me?” Caroline demands,all of her banked fury rising. It’s suffocating and difficult to contain. Herfingers curl, the temptation to wrap them around his throat nearlyoverwhelming. “I would have helped you.”

Klausblinks, something like surprise flitting across his face. “Why?” he asks, theword thick with surprise.

Carolinelets out a harsh noise, “Because I thought you were my friend! Because Ithought…” she snaps her teeth together, cutting off a confession that Klausdidn’t deserve.

The play ofemotions across Klaus’ face is hard to follow. Shock and disbelief and regret twisthis features before they settle into something like hope. “Would you help menow?” He asks carefully. “After I’ve…”

“Kept mechained to your boat like a prisoner,” Caroline supplies harshly.

He sighs,his shoulders tensing. “It’s not an acceptable excuse, I know. But it never occurredto me to just ask. Where I’m from people don’t just help other people. Notunless they get something in return.”

To Carolinethat sounded like an awful way to live.

“How badlyis the ship damaged?”

“We’ll limpinto a port at first light. She’ll probably need a week of repairs. I won’tknow for sure until she’s in dry dock.”

Caroline doesn’ttry to hide her triumphant grin. She’s been leading Klaus in all sorts of wrongdirections out of spite and anger and a sheer stubborn determination to keephim from his goal. This is her most successful sabotage yet and she’s immenselypleased with herself.

Klausappears resigned to her glee, “I’ll admit I should have been paying moreattention to my surroundings but I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“Oh, pooryou,” Caroline bites out. She lifts her wrist, lets it hover in front of hisface. “Let me go and maybe I’ll helpyou.”

His lipspress together, and he shakes his head, “Sweetheart, I can’t just…”

“You can,”she insists forcefully. “I think it’s become abundantly clear that I amperfectly content to lead you in circles and into catastrophe. If you want tofind your treasure you need to try another tactic. When you uncuff me I’m goingto leave. I need to swim and I need some time. I’ll find you in a week.”

He wavers, “Howcan I know that you’re telling the truth?”

“You’rejust going to have to trust me.”

His handgoes to the leather cords again, finding one and following it around to theback of his neck. He tugs it to the side and she spies the key knotted there. “I’mprobably going to regret this,” he mutters, more to himself than her.

Carolineholds her wrist higher, brows rising pointedly. She’s not sure if she’ll end upcoming back, truth be told. He’d betrayed her and it would serve him right ifshe left him waiting for her in a port she’d never swim to. “I guess we’ll see,”she says sweetly.

The cuffcomes off and sinks and Caroline takes one last long look at Klaus. Just incase she never sees him again. He opens his mouth and she knows that whateverhe says will just confuse her so Caroline flees, diving deep and swimming hard,putting as much distance as she can between them.

It’s theonly way she’ll be able to make the right decision.

#klaroline #klarolineauweek #klaroline drabbles #I can never resist a mermaid prompt #thetourguidebarbie

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merv606 · 2 years ago

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forced marriage (fairytale, nobleman terry + poor!daniel?) au: wedding night edition! obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while ❤️ of course the Morning After daniel tries to get terry to rail him again because it was Very Good but is super shy about it. terry of course knows what he wants and enjoys his adorable, flustered danny struggling to say it. (of course terry gives in though - he badly wants it too and who can resist blushing, ravaged daniel?) not terry!

Forced marriage - virgin bride (semantics) Daniel - my beloved.

Okay but seriously / WHO HAS HACKED MY PHONE.

I have a supernatural series (only a couple written so far) - BUT I had this idea of human Terry - who is the lord of the city at the edge of the forest - and Daniel a fae/forest nymph type creature - and he is a fae of good breeding from a powerful family etc so I’ll use that one for this ask.

WARNING / I’M GOING TO DO IT - THIS TIME I AM GOING TO USE MANHOOD I STG.

We are doing this trashy paperback novel harlequin romance style!!!

FINALLY MY TIME HAS COME.

AND I AM LIVING.

Maniacal laugh.

I had a post about Terry being a lord and Daniel his conquest/spoil of war/betrothed etc

So many variations but all on the same theme.

This is one of those in fic ideas that is 🔥 but doesn’t translate to real life for a lot of people but that’s the fun of fic - you can find things appealing in writing and it doesn’t mean you do in real life.

So any puritans that come across this (no pun intended) can refrain from clutching their pearls in horror.

Warning: Virginity kink as I think this is the point of this prompt, use of the word MANHOOD to describe a cock, trashy paperback novel style harlequin romance to describe a wedding night.

This was also not read over before posting 😂

Extremely long and extremely NSFW

But, back to Fae Daniel and Lord Terry - maybe in order to stop the humans from destroying the forest or maybe they’ve been at war their worlds must be united / which means that a fae must marry a human / both have to be from the royal house.

But it has the added cuteness of Terry introducing him to human things (Little Mermaid may be my fav Disney movie, okay)

And in my version of this / well Daniel has never seen a human quite so big and when Terry helps him up on the alter to say their vows, large hand easily closing around his own, it does something to Daniel’s stomach.

Based on this:

obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while

I ASSUME WE WANT THIS SUPER SOFT. Like charmin levels of softness. And heavy emphasis on the virgin aspect.

Yesssss - the wedding night.

Terry can sense Daniel is nervous - but the union must be consummated the night of.

Terry has also been waiting a long time for this / he’S wanted Daniel from the minute he had first seen him.

The more they got to know each other in the little they were allowed to spend together leading up to their marriage, he has come to quickly fall deeply in love with the fae.

It was Terry who pressed for this union so hard - there were a couple other candidates (not to Terry though)

As a fae Daniel, is used to being mostly nude, but as his husband slowly walks towards him there’s a look in his eyes that makes him shiver, makes him very aware of his almost nakedness.

He had on a sheet robe when he was presented to Terry which his handmaidens had divested him of, leaving him comely nude, as he was presented as the offering his was to his husband.

Terry is in the traditional armour he wears in battle perhaps, or his royal robes as he approaches.

He is divested of it as well, although he has breeches on under it still.

He can feel Daniel tremble and he lifts a hand to his mouth to kiss the back, telling him, “don’t be frightened little one. No harm will come to you here, not by my hand.”

He cradled his face in one hand, Daniel leaning into it. “Only pleasure.”

Soft kisses to start that become more hungry, Terry eating the little surprised whimpers of pleasure out of Daniel that transition into Terry tasting his skin as he mouths and licks down his neck.

A finger slipping between his cheeks to rub at his hole - Daniel crying out, eyes flying shut, his hand digging into Terry’s arm, panting slighting as he works his hips back into the foreign but not unpleasant/unwelcome feeling.

“You are untouched here, then?”

And maybe Terry knew that - virgin bride (semantics) is a requirement after all.

Still, Daniel nodding his confirmation has Terry’s blood boiling. That his little Fae will only every know Terry’s cock, and pleasure for his hands, mouth, and body.

“I will make sure you’re more than prepared.”

So he’s nervous and he would probably be worse but the wine at the banquet probably helped.

But given the nerves, how he seems to want and welcome the touch but resist it, the look of surprise on his face and how clumsy yet hungry he is for kisses, how RESPONSIVE he is to Terry’s touch, Terry wonders if Daniel is truly inexperienced in the acts of physical love.

“Have you ever Lain with another?”

Daniel won’t meet his eye now, as he shakes his head, afraid he has disappointed his husband - that he won’t be good for husband.

“I hope that does not displease you, my lord.” He offers, forcing himself to meet Terry’s eye. “I hope I can still please you in the manner which you require.”

Hearing Daniel call him my lord goes straight to his Cock along with the knowledge that Daniel is truly innocent in all regards it seems.

Terry simply goes back to kissing his husband, the heat and passion hopefully letting Daniel know that it does not disappoint him in the least. When they break, his little fae tries to chase the taste of his husband’s lips as they part.

“Knowing no one has had hands on you like this but me. That you kept yourself pure for your husband, pleases me greatly and you shall please me as well, of this I have no doubt.”

The smile he gets, little fae beaming at the praise, has Terry right back to kissing him lest he flip him over and take him right there.

I imagine, decadence at all, that there is probably wine in the room and an assortment of fruits etc for nourishment / got to keep up the strength after all.

There’s roses and flowers on the bed / Terry wanted the setting to remind Daniel of the forest and home.

Maybe, they should have consummated the union in the forest - maybe a crowd to watch is the norm - but Terry doesn’t want his husband’s deflowering to be for public consumption. An insanely jealous man - Daniel is for his eyes only.

Maybe later one once he’s more used to taking Terry’s cock, they’ll do something to appease the people (IDK - depends on your kink).

Daniel wraps his legs around a Terry’s waist as he lifts him up to carefully deposit him on the bed.

There is a small pot at the side of the bed that Terry leans over Daniel to take the top off, a sweet fragrance filling the air.

“Oil to ease the way,” he explains as he dips his fingers into a small pot at the side of the bed, “but I will also use my mouth to help prepare you.” and Daniel’s not sure what that means.

The elders only said that his job was to lie back and spread his legs for his husband - to be warm and willing when he accepted his husband into his body.

Which confused him. He is accustomed to how the forest creatures mate when they’re in season so he knows realistically his husband will want to take him in a similar manner but Daniel can’t be mounted like that. He hadn’t asked those questions though.

More kisses, which Daniel thinks are his favourite thing now, continue. His husband’s lips are so soft, his tongue delicious has it pushes into Daniel’s mouth, Daniel nipping at his lips when they part.

He watches, mouth downturned slightly in curiosity as Terry rubs his slippery fingers together, oil dripping down them to his wrist. He coated them quite liberally. “To warm it,” he explains in response to the face Daniel is making as he watches every move Terry is making, before Terry tentatively trails them to his awaiting prize.

Terry won’t lie, the fact that Daniel is so clueless is more than appealing - that Terry will be his introduction and lifeline teacher in pursuit of pleasure is both intoxicating and a great gift for which he will spend his time trying to be worthy, starting with now.

Still not sure where this is going, until wet fingers touch him down there, then he quickly realizes how his husband plans to fill him. How to claim him.

What they meant when they told him to be gracious when he receives his husband.

His eyes widen in relation and he tries to close his legs, but a large hand on the inside of his knee stops him.

“Do not deny me, little one.”

“You cannot.”

“This is mine now,” Terry explains, as his fingers go back, tracing the taunt muscle.

Daniel’s nerves are on fire and he’s so responsive, crying out, his whine continuous.

The feeling has his toes curling slightly, and he moans softly, embarrassment quickly taking hold at such wanton behaviour.

Daniel nudges his face seeking more kisses, as both a distraction and because he misses his husband’s mouth and taste already, even if it’s something he’s only just discovered.

A finger dips inside the pliable center, rubbing lightly to loosen up the tense muscle.

Terry presses more firmly and the tip dips in enough just to open him up slightly.

It’s not unpleasant but foreign. He’s never even touched himself down there like that in such a manner. Didn’t realize it was a thing.

Rolled to his stomach pulled to his hands and knees now, his cheeks spread to display the most private part of him to his husband’s eyes. The urge to hide such an intimate part of himself is strong but, he resists. As Terry said, it belongs to him now.

Besides, the position he’s in, the grip of the hands holding him apart, and his husband’s overall strength make it impossible.

He wonders what Terry finds so appealing when his husband groans, strange noises and Daniel glances back to see Terry rubbing at a bulge in his tunic.

“Such a pretty little hole - it will grip me tight when I take it.”

Suddenly, his husband’s face is down there, between his cheeks.

Warm breath now, where fingers were moments earlier, before he feels his husband’s mouth on him / and oh is that what Terry meant by getting his mouth on him.

He claws at the sheets as his husband’s tongue licks him, and then then fingers are back at his rim.

He comes like that, fingers digging into the sheets, humping back. Hand not even needed on his cock.

“So good for me.” Terry prefers that Daniel get his pleasure from having his body breeched, his hole played with, and he will teach him, but this is already a very good sign.

Only after he’s come does Terry breech him for the first time, one finger to the first knuckle.

This must be what he wants when he said he would prepare Daniel.

While not unpleasant, just strange, it’s not overly pleasurable either - that is until his husband’s fingers brush against something that has Daniel clenching down on the fingers, as they drill isn’t him now, into that spot.

He’s panting, hips moving with the fingers to increase the pleasure / almost on pure instinct.

More oil, and Daniel’s hole stretched wide around four fingers, almost to it’s limit he thinks (and how wrong he will be in a few minutes when Terry’s fingers replace his clock) but he comes like that, around them.

Fingers slowly withdrawn, obscene wet noises, loud in the room as the crackling of the fire is the only other noise.

Time for his husband to take him and solidify their union - so that it is above contestation.

He’s rolled onto his back for that though - Terry wants to see his body open and give for him, see his face as he receives his manhood for the first time.

His husband opens his pants then, and Daniel sees the bulge in all it’s glory for the first time as it springs free, curling up to his stomach and okay …… his husband is very well endowed.

That is not going to fit he thinks - he’ll be split in two.

Either way he’ll never be the same - in what way remains to be seen though.

Terry’s hand is back on his knees, to stop Daniel before he can even try to close his legs, sensing his reticence. He’ll make sure he’ll enjoy it / even if some discomfort at first is to be expected.

His husband takes his cock in his hand and wipes the head through the wet mess of oil all down his crack, rubbing it over the sensitive rim, loosened and pliable from the finger fucking.

Resting his manhood against this husband’s virgin entrance now, he puts the slightest pressure against his well prepared hole.

Daniel’s body yields as his entrance opens just enough to allow the head inside.

Daniel whimpers, face scrunching as his husband presses him hips forward, another inch going inside. Hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white.

“You have to relax and let me in.”

He grasps Daniel’s cock, stroking it to hardness, leaking all over his hand.

Terry slides in a bit more.

“There you got. Let me in - let me have you.”

The words, the feeling his hand on his cock, all help him relax and have his body accepting more inside. No other option really, and Terry continues pressing in.

The pressure is everywhere, no way to escape it as his husband fills him, rearranging his insides to fit inside.

Terry groans at the tight grip as virgin walls are opened as he continues his steady press inside, his husband’s body having no choice but to yield to Terry and his will.

After what feels like forever, his husband is finally inside him all the way, his manhood deep inside, and Daniel can swear he can feel it throbbing - can feel every inch of it. His body pressed tight around it, his entrance closed equally tight around it, like it’s trying to keep it inside.

A few minutes to adjust before he draws back, the hard won space closing as the length leaves him, only to thrust back inside, walls yielding a bit easier now that the initial stretch has happened.

He’s very aware of the size of his husband’s cock, every bump and ridge as his Terry takes him - as the older man makes him his.

And when he fucks back in, his cock nails his prostate and Daniel arching up violently, clenching down on his husband’s cock, hard and unyielding inside him, like iron, and oh so good.

It doesn’t take much - Terry will have time to showcase his stamina later. They have forever after all.

Right now he’s just consumed with the need to cement their union - in the gape of Daniel’s hole which will match Terry’s cock after he pulls out, and the seed that will be deep inside his body, in places no one has been or reached before.

Having found his pleasure twice, Daniel is for his husband’s release now, exists to be vessel to be filled with his desire.

The siren song of his body is too strong and Terry is helpless to do anything but obey and after a few snaps of his hips, he shoves in as deep as possible, hips stilling as he pumps his seed deep inside - No one will be able to touch his claim on the little fae after this - no one will fill him the way he’ll need. Terry will make sure of that / will train his body to it.

Daniel swears he feels it / His husbands manhood throbbing and pulsing inside him as he fills him with his seed / solidifying their union.

After, someone has to come in and verify the union/consummation has taken place - Terry spreading his legs for Daniel to be quickly examined - the mess Terry left his hole in - open and wet - makes it quite obvious that Daniel did his duty (as Terry did) and received his husband in the manner he was expected to, while Terry filled him as he was supposed to.

He gathers the smaller body in his arms, and they drift to sleep.

They will join as one again in the morning, Terry decides.

The next morning the image of Daniel slowly moving Terry’s hand down to where he wants Terry again - where he swears he’s still open and wet. He remembers the pleasure he was brought but He winces though - he’s sore - and maybe Terry tells him he will allow a few days reprieve for Daniel to recover.

That is will becomes easier the more Daniel takes him. He’ll have a lot of practise.

So he puts Daniel on his knees and shows him how to pleasure him with his mouth.

Daniel’s hard just from having the man’s cock in his mouth - wrapping a Hand around himself / husband’s eyes burning on his skin as Terry watches Daniel pleasure himself for him.

Terry comes, flooding his mouth.

The next time though, Daniel is Squirming against his husband, perched in his lap. Ass humping back against his hard cock, wanting it inside.

Terry keeps pretending he doesn’t know what Daniel wants, and frustrated, Daniel puts him on his back, grinding back against his cock, catching on the rim.

And Terry is careful with his little fae, he has to be given their size difference, but my god he becomes such a feral bitey thing once he gets a taste.

#ask #i got an ask🤩#Silverusso #Silverrusso #cobra kai #terry silver #daniel larusso #karate kid #karate kid au #virginity kink #wedding night #arranged marriage

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tails89 · 3 years ago

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Buddie prompt: “I have never been this happy in my entire life”

Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it 😊

The beach is quiet, the morning rain having driven most people away. It’s warm now though, so Buck spreads out the towels he’s holding while Eddie finishes slathering sunscreen on Chris.

“Hey Buck.” Chris’s smile lights up his face. “Last one in the water’s a rotten egg.” He’s scooped up by Eddie and they go running towards the waterline.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Buck calls after them scrambling to his feet. He takes off down the beach, kicking up sand as he races to catch up.

They splash around in the waves until Chris tires and head back up to their towels.

Buck stretches out on his side, watching Chris build his castle. The ten-year-old gives them a running commentary, telling the story of the king who lives there and the war against the mermaids.

Watching silently, Buck’s soaks it all up, committing this moment to memory. If someone had told twenty-year-old Buck that one day he would be spending his days off lazing around on the beach with his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s son, he would have looked at them like they were crazy. Not because he didn’t want it—Buck’s wanted family like this for as long as he can remember—but because for so long he felt like this wasn’t something he was allowed to have.

“What’s going on in your head?” Eddie combs his fingers through Bucks hair, digging his fingers into his scalp.

“Just thinking.” Buck twists so that his lying on his back, head pillowed on Eddie’s thigh. The combination of the warm sunlight and the rhythmic stroking of Eddie’s hands has him feeling drowsy. “I’ve never been this happy in my entire life.”

“Never?” Eddie asks, smile tugging at his lips as he glances away from Chris and down at Buck.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Buck lets his head tip to the side so he can watch Chris playing in the sun. “Nope, this moment is perfect.”

#911 fanfiction #buddie #evan buckley x eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #this was cheesy #my911fanfic

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withyouandthemoon · 3 years ago

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Waterly Challenged

Written for @klarosummerbingo

Prompt: Mermaid. You can also read it on AO3 or FF.net.

Author’s Note: I thought I’d try my hand at a Merman!Klaus. And even though I haven’t been writing for a while, writing Klaus from Klaus’ perspective is always fun. I wanted to get as much ocean vibe there as possible since I’m still cooped up inside and I want OUT. So maybe too many ocean metaphors I know I know. Still, hope you enjoy:)

***

He didn’t remember California being this hot the last time he was here. Klaus’s brows furrowed so tightly under the scorching sun he could feel a headache coming up. He wished he had brought the sunglasses Rebekah gave him the last time she was home. “And what use would I have for those?” He’d asked, veiling his amusement and affection under a layer of criticism as usual. But Rebekah knew him too well to get riled up by a simple comment like that, or to be intimidated for that matter, “for one, it would make you look less like an old grumpy wanker.”

He had to admit to himself: sometimes it was nice to have a sister.

But certainly not right now. Right now he would very much like to drag Rebekah by her meddling little arms and throw her right into a pod of raucous dolphins. Let her get a taste of being annoyed to no end without an out. That was, if he could find her in the foreseeable future.

He should have known that his little sister was up to no good. She’d called out to him three days ago in the special frequency that only their kind could hear, asking to meet him at a beach in Malibu. Even through their own coded words she sounded distressed. So Klaus had cut short the very important errand he was running around the Japanese Sea and crossed almost the entire Pacific Ocean for his thousand-year-old baby sister.

Only to get stood up, scared to the point of committing homicide – or whatever was the correct term for a merman killing a Homo Sapien, and forced running around town for a whiff of her whereabouts. After two days’ worth of restless searching, he was left exhausted in this desert of a place with the infuriating news that Rebekah, his distressed sister, was airily sipping rainbow-colored cocktails in Tahiti, perfectly safe and sated.

And perfectly blocking all of his calls.

The little twit didn’t even have the decency to apologize. Instead, she threw accusations in the form of an all-cap text message.

STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE NIK! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME FOR GETTING YOU OUT ON LAND BEFORE YOU ROT IN THAT HELL YOU CALL YOUR BIRTHRIGHT.

And then another. At least not all cap this time.

Surprised you remembered the phone though, since YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE WIFI IN THAT DUMP!

Klaus sighed, resisting the urge to throw the phone and hear it crack just to release one thousandth of his frustration. Barring call-blocking, this remains the most convenient way for him to contact any of his siblings in human territory. Also, the sleek black device was yet another gift from Rebekah, and he’d rather hang onto it even though she was not his favorite person at the moment, to put it lightly.

Rebekah had never been subtle about her agenda to lure him into the human world. Granted subtlety had never been her strong suit, but for the past century or so she’d switched lanes from casual hints here and there to downright blatant bombardment. And now apparently it had come to the stage of cheap trickery and scheming. She was one step away from straight-up kidnapping.

As if. Klaus ground his teeth, his mouth dry like sand in the Californian beach. He’d keep her in her tail-swaying mermaid form if he had to, just so she didn’t take that final step.

Not that he hadn’t tried. Klaus thought darkly, skin tight and crisp from the lack of water. A few centuries ago when his older brother Elijah found out he was working with their Shaman trying to find a way to bind all his siblings in their merpeople forms forever, they’d been furious. Rebekah had raved and cried, his younger brother Kol swung and smashed, and Elijah just left without one more word.

They all did eventually. It’d taken him almost a century to find them, and another to get back into their good graces. But by then they’d all established their contented lives in the human world, endeared and bedazzled by the fresh, quirky, fleeting yet booming human ways.

And he was left here alone, in some nameless human neighborhood, hot and thirsty and drained, in a world that he neither cared for nor understood.

He needed to find some water, soon.

In hindsight he’d been too careless – or too distracted by his sister’s wicked tricks to be precise. The first thing they were taught about venturing into the human world was to always keep themselves near water. Well, not the first thing actually. The first thing was not to venture into human territories in the first place, which ironically he had adhered to out of all his siblings for hundreds of years. But in the haste to find Rebekah he’d forgot about the second rule.

Contrary to certain fabricated lore, merpeople wouldn’t die from a lack of water. Instead, they’d slowly “mummify” from dehydration as Rebekah so elegantly put it. Klaus detested directly borrowing human terms, the creators themselves so susceptible to the corruption of mortality that they felt the need to rejuvenate their language at an ungodly rate. And he detested the feeling of dehydration, every inch of his skin feeling foreign and desperate.

Yet fortune had it that he was already too far from the beach but not close enough to any human residential area. He’d been walking for quite a while and all he saw was the forsaken desert with no river nor pond, not even a store where he could purchase some relief with human currency. Klaus squinted in annoyance as he watched a small group of humans gathering in the middle of nowhere, dancing to strange music generated by an even smaller group in the center. He recognized it as some form of a concert.

Pushing down his distain, he examined the crowd in the corner of which he spotted a scrawny creature crouching beside a box, with a poorly made sign that read: ICE WATER. Praise Poseidon.

Klaus exhaled and strode toward the sign. It would probably be bottled with the disgusting taste of chemicals and plastic, but it would have to do for now. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one piece of their ridiculous paper currency, not bothering to read what was on it. Rebekah had said that they were all high in face value anyway.

He was just about to hand the piece of paper to the merchant when a female voice interrupted from a few steps away, “hey there! You got any water left?” Klaus paid it no mind as he pushed his money-holding hand an inch forward. He couldn’t wait to be rid of the filthy-smelling piece. But he was interrupted yet again by the fast approach of a human body, the air shifting around him not unlike water currents, only lighter, and warmer, with a sweet scent of flowers. Klaus impatiently looked up at the human that almost bumped into him.

She was beautiful.

Merely seconds later Klaus would regret the prolonged stare. But in those few seconds, he let his eyes roam over her lean form, flushed face, and hair the color of gold.

He was pulled out of his trance when the scrawny merchant drawled, “sorry, only one left.” And regret started to set in as the female reached for her purse with a smiley nod. Under any other circumstances Klaus would gladly let her have the water, but not right now when he barely felt he fit in his own shriveled skin.

“Excuse me, I was here first.” The female didn’t seem to hear him, “excuse me –”

“Huh?” Finally, shiny blue eyes skimmed over to him like gentle waves, and Klaus felt his heart swim for a tiny moment. “I’m sorry, did you want something?”

Klaus gulped, gesturing at the box with the bill that he was still holding, “I was just saying that I was here first.” Inside he was silently fuming since he sounded like an absolute idiot.

“Oh,” she blinked a few times in surprise, then blinded him with a big smile, “well you see, I’ve been here all day and I’m really, really thirsty, what with all the singing and dancing. You know how concerts are. Anyway,” she bit her stuck-out lower lip, batted her long lashes, and slightly swayed the lower half of her body. “Could you just let me have this one? Thanks!”

Klaus may be an idiot, but he could recognize the tricks from a mile away. And amused as he was, he wouldn’t let the little lady have her way. Not this time.

“I’m afraid I can’t agree to that, love.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on her as he shoved the cash into the merchant’s face, “keep the change.” Whatever number was on that piece of paper, it was enough for the merchant to promptly lay the icy-cold bottle into his waiting palm.

Her rosy lips hung open, seemingly unaccustomed to anything uttered from them being so easily rejected, “seriously? It’s just a bottle of water!”

“Sure it is,” his fingers closed around the plastic container, the condensation taking the edge off his severe dehydration. “Then why the indignation?”

She huffed, her golden curls bouncing so lively, “I am not indignant. Just shocked to see that chivalry is indeed dead.”

“It would be if you are always in such a haste to announce its demise,” Klaus chuckled, “I, however, would very much like to prove the contrary. How about dinner with me, tonight?”

“Really? You just robbed my water and now you’re asking me out to dinner? I don’t even know your name!” She threw up her hands before tilting her head to regard him with a stinging amount of contempt, “used to getting your way, huh? Is it the accent? Personally, I don’t get the hype.”

“Actually I could say the same thing about you.”

“What?” Her brows went up and the tiniest crease formed on her forehead. It was adorable.

“You are just as used to ‘getting your way’, aren’t you? You never thought I’d take the water, even if I was here first.” He smirked at her, and the girl had the decency to look slightly embarrassed, her face blushing just enough for Klaus to notice.

But she was not one to ever back down. Klaus could tell.

“I’m not wasting my time arguing with you, water-hogger!” She crossed her arms and jutted out her hip, a delicate statue of beauty and petulance. Klaus couldn’t wait to further rile her up.

“Speaking of water and time-wasting,” he uncapped the bottle and, in a swift move, poured all the content right over his own head. He didn’t hold back the sigh at the sweet relief, his drying skin finally feeling appeased, the moisture soothing away the layer of tension that had built over the past hours. He basked in the cool comfort for a few more seconds before taking notice of the unexpected silence. He’d thought she’d be screaming at him at this point. Anger was a good color on her.

But instead the girl was quiet save for the audible gasp she’d let slip. Klaus palmed away the water from his face, looking at her curiously.

She was not looking at his face though. Her eyes were transfixed on his midriff, jaw hanging open. Klaus followed her line of sight and pleasantly realized how see-through the white T-shirt he threw on this morning could be under the…right circumstances. He looked back at the girl and caught her unconsciously wetting her lips.

“See something you like, love?”

“Huh?”

Klaus didn’t quite hold back the laughter boiling at his throat. The blush on her face grew.

“I mean…how could you! You didn’t even drink it! What is this, some low-budget R-rated movie?” She gestured frantically at him, expressive to the tip of her blonde curls.

For the sake of his own chances, Klaus decided to let that comment slide. “I assure you sweetheart, it was never my intention to offend you. Now how about I acquit myself over dinner and drinks? It’s only fair.”

***

After much persuasion and sweettalking, the girl – Caroline was her name – said yes, ostensibly reluctantly. Klaus saw the little smile she tried to hide when they parted ways though. They’d exchanged phone numbers, and now Klaus was wandering around downtown LA trying to find the restaurant that Caroline exclaimed they simply “must try” via text messages.

He’d driven here alone in a car that his family had left in a local property they owned. Throughout the years they’d accumulated human possessions as such all over the world. Klaus had always thought it unnecessary, but now he had to admit that Kol’s theory of “in times of need” had its merit.

Still he was not overly fond of the human world, which was way too crowded to begin with. Yet these little creatures loved to confine themselves in even smaller spaces like dwellings and automobiles, skyscrapers that cut the streets into narrow trenches. It was ridiculous, as if they were secretly afraid of too much freedom. As least it appeared that way when they kept bumping into Klaus with their sweaty arms and shoulders.

Suffice it to say he was not in the best of moods when he found his destination in a small alley off the beaten path. Yet in a city like this even the unbeaten path never went unnoticed, and sure enough there was a line forming outside the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Klaus inwardly sighed. Humans. Of course they would spend their already fleeting life doing meaningless chores like waiting in lines. It was nearly fascinating how senseless this self-crowned “superior” species could be. Klaus had watched them from beyond the shorelines for centuries, and still he could not quite figure them all out. Whenever he thought he’d finally summed up the ultimate principles of human behavior, something jumped out from the sea of random yet monotonous motions and intrigued him to take a closer look.

Like the fact that Caroline had apparently decided the perfect spot for a romantic dinner was a Japanese ramen joint.

Maybe this wasn’t a romantic dinner for her. The girl did seem like she was still silently fuming when she said her goodbyes. So maybe she was trying to distance herself and pretend this wasn’t a real date. If that was the case, then Klaus would have no problem showing her his very pure intentions.

He was wracking his brains for any rusty memories of human conventions regarding courtship, along with any pieces of Rebekah’s relationship quips or woes that he hadn’t completely filtered out, when he heard the sound of her sweet voice, with just a hint of hesitance, “umm...hey there, Klaus.” His name, even uttered with strangeness, sounded titillating on her tongue.

Klaus took a moment just to appreciate her form. She wore a blue dress that took on a warm hue in the evening sun, her long legs pouring out from the flowy material ending in yellow strappy sandals. She’d painted her toenails, transparent paint with an iridescent sheen, like that of the inside of a seashell. The dress had a low neckline that revealed the little golden shell-shaped pendant nestled between her breasts. Earrings in the same shape dangled around her face. Her hair was down this time, rather than the two braids she wore earlier that day, and one side was pinned back with a star-shaped clip. Starfish, if he had to guess.

Her outfit had a theme. Klaus had to smile at that.

“Okay, you need to stop staring, like right now.” Caroline held out a perfectly manicured finger, same shade as her toenails, “that is way too creepy to be cute.”

“So you think I’m cute?”

“You clearly think it enough for the both of us,” she shrugged. “No need to feed your ego.”

Klaus merely smiled at that, “you look beautiful, Caroline.” He decided that blushing was his second favorite look of hers, right after annoyed and defiant.

“Thanks, you too.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked aside, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down from her profile, as if shining whale flukes rising and then sinking into the evening sea. It was mesmerizing, like a painting, but suddenly that painting swung into life when she looked back, a big smile lighting up her entire face, “well come on then, I’m starving.”

“In case you haven’t noticed...” Klaus gestured at the growing line.

“Don’t worry about that,” she whispered to him, her breath tickling the side of his face, “I know someone here.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow at that, but Caroline just winked at him, “you were right about one thing – I am used to getting my way.”

She led him right to the front of the line and greeted some brunette girl named Vicky. “I met her earlier at the concert, and she just happens to work here. Isn’t it great?” Klaus simply nodded and smiled, his eyes following her every move as she navigated the crowd with confidence and ease. The crowd didn’t seem so ghastly now that it parted for her charms, and their growing proximity was a much-appreciated bonus.

Ten minutes later they were sitting side by side at the wrap-around counter in the center of the room, facing the open kitchen where chefs bustled around. Drinks were at hand, orders were in, and Klaus was more than happy to keep watching Caroline in pleasant silence. Caroline, apparently, didn’t quite think so.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop with the creepy staring thing?”

“I believe you did,” he tilted his head. “However, try as I might you are far too beautiful for me to avert my eyes.”

“Laying it on a little too thick there,” Caroline half-laugh half-scoffed. “Don’t tell me you actually got girls to date you with those lines.”

Actually mermaids in his kingdom had been throwing themselves at him since even before he claimed the throne, but Klaus was not going to tell her that. “Not in so many words, no.” Something in her words registered then, “so this is a date?”

Caroline shrugged, “I said yes, didn’t I?” His expression must have given him away somehow because Caroline laughed, and it was the most melodic sound, “I know, doesn’t sound like a rational decision – trust me I’m still debating over it.” She gave him a pointed look, “and I’m totally not over the water incident, but curiosity trumps grudges I guess.”

Klaus felt his heart flutter. She was curious about him. That was definitely a good sign. But more than anything he wanted to use her lovely curiosity to fulfill his own. “I’ve always found curiosity a great trait in people,” although in others’ cases it always entailed something he could manipulate to his own heart’s desire. “So, what are you most curious about? Other than myself, that is.”

Caroline threw him an unimpressed look, though the corners of her pink glossed lips were lifting upwards, “you just can’t lose that annoyingly smug, over-confident, I-know-better-than-anyone-else attitude, huh?”

“What can I say? It goes with my outfit,” he joked, the playful light-heartedness a fresh feeling in his chest, “and I do.”

“What?”

“Know better than anyone else.” He smirked.

“Seriously, are you like an actor or something? You sound like you’ve been type-casted as the supervillain in a bazillion trash shows.” Her lips wrapped around the straw of her lemon sea salt iced tea, the sight instantly drying up Klaus’s throat.

He coughed and quickly took a sip of his own drink, “and here I thought I was to star in ‘some low-budget R-rated movie’.”

Her eyes fell on his then, the blues deep yet clear, “you know, it’s not very chivalrous of you to repeat everything I said back to me.”

“Believe me, chivalry has nothing to do with this one. I just couldn’t stop replaying our brief encounter over and over again in my head,” he licked his lower lip, looking at her from under his own eyelashes, listening for that catch in her breath.

There it was. Sometimes truth made the greatest lines.

“Now why don’t you tell me all about your curiosities, and give me a bit more material to obsess over?”

***

Their dinner date was quite a success, if Klaus did say so himself. Caroline, it turned out, was a great conversationalist when he wasn’t getting on her nerves. She openly shared her life stories, and Klaus had hung on to her every word. Everything appeared fascinating when she was in the picture, including her smalltown origin, her endeavors at keeping the perfect GPA, her last-minute decision to travel to the West Coast for vacation, and the boy troubles besieging her best friend slash roommate, which Caroline had been regaling him for the past half-hour. It was a long story, Caroline had warned him.

Klaus wasn’t particularly interested in the story, nor its main characters, having seen similar plots repeating itself in the past centuries. A woman vacillating between siblings was hardly news, no matter how excruciating it might have felt to the participants. Though truth be told, it was just one other thing he didn’t understand about humans – his people had far more determination, and far less care for the pesky notion of monogamy when it came to the matter of hearts. And what he couldn’t understand, he generally sneered at.

But Caroline seemed deeply invested in the issue, and Klaus couldn’t fault her for her youth, or her genuine care for the people she considered hers. Not to mention that she looked absolutely stunning when she cared.

They were now walking alongside a quiet beach, having driven here at Klaus’ request. Caroline was gesturing vehemently while she talked a mile a minute, her nimble fingers seemingly toying with the evening breeze. Klaus idly wondered how they would feel on him, but the thought was fleeting as Caroline’s expressions commanded his full attention. She had such an expressive face, all the emotions written on it seamlessly morphing into one another like the colors of the evening sky. He couldn’t afford to miss even a single nuance, filing every detail into his mind in something akin to reverence.

“I’m just saying, she’s the one hanging onto the past so hard it’s pathological. We are halfway through college and she’s still going back and forth between her high school boyfriend, and – oh wait – his brother who’s entirely too old for her!” Caroline threw up her hands, “Damon is a disgusting scum, period. And Stefan, well I love him but he has to deal with his substance abuse problem on his own, and Elena isn’t exactly helping. And now she’s accusing me of trying to ‘get out’? What’s wrong with having a life plan? No offense but she should try it sometimes.”

“What do you mean ‘get out’?”

“Oh my god,” Caroline’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes blinking sheepishly, “how long have I been talking? I’m so sorry! It’s just that we just had a huge fight right before I left for LA and we aren’t talking right now, and it’s just so frustrating I –”

“Relax, love,” Klaus touched her bare shoulder, feeling an involuntary shiver going through him. He indulged himself in lingering one more second before removing his hand, the warmth and softness of her skin a phantom glow on the tip of his finger. “You’ve known her your whole life. It’s understandable that the situation weighs on your mind. But I might need some further explanation on the topic.”

“Oh, right,” Caroline laughed, “I have finally decided on a major, and basically my career path for like, the next decade. I want to become a marine biologist one day, which means a PhD at a decent school. Whitmore just can’t cut it. But Elena isn’t exactly happy about that.”

Klaus frowned. His indifference towards this Elena girl was fast growing into annoyance, “and why is that? I’d imagine anyone would be happy for you, let alone one of your closest friends.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Caroline huffed, “but according to Elena, apparently I ‘think myself too good for the small-town life’ and ‘always bite off more than I can chew’. I wonder who’s been feeding her all this garbage talk.”

“Only few are destined for great things, sweetheart, which means they are almost always misunderstood.”

Caroline rolled her eyes, “hey, just because you’re the one percent doesn’t mean you need to spew this elitist nonsense, alright?”

Klaus lifted an eyebrow, amused, “and how do you know I’m the ‘one percent’?”

“I may be a biology major, but I can tell brands just fine. Especially expensive ones.”

Klaus chuckled at her haughty look. She was right in a sense, even though most of his limited collection of human attires came from his shopaholic little sister, save for the occasional gifted belts or ties from Elijah.

“Seriously, do you own a million-dollar business or something? You have that all-powerful boss vibe.” Her eyes sparkled with a combination of curiosity and secret excitement, probably generated from the sensitivity of the topic. But as Rebekah used to say, what was gossip if not swirls of intelligence to the educated ears? And he would certainly enjoy indulging her in her little vices.

“You could say that.” Running the ocean kingdom was not unlike running a human business, he supposed.

“Wow,” Caroline said quietly. “I mean I suspected, but I didn’t think I’d actually be right. Maybe you were just one of the extremely cocky ones, you know?”

“That, my dear,” Klaus smirked, the innuendo clear in his voice, “is also very true.”

“Don’t even start.” Caroline warned him with a pointy finger and glaring eyes, but they turned sparkly in an instant, “so tell me how it feels.”

“Being cocky?”

“No, being a conceited pervert who has the emotional maturity of a thirteen-year-old boy,” she rolled her eyes at him, the ripples of smile never quite gone from her face.

Klaus shrugged, “to be honest, I don’t know how to answer your question. It’s been long since I contemplated my feelings towards the...business. It’s mine now. What more can I say?”

“What do you mean it’s yours now? Who did you take it from?”

Klaus had to admire her shrewdness, even when it worked against him, “it belonged to my...stepfather’s family for generations.” The word “stepfather” tasted like cutting sand on his tongue. It would forever irk him that he could not erase the putrid name of Mikael from his own existence. Even in death that man haunted his thoughts, his decisions, his narrative. He hated it with everything that he was.

“So he left it for you?” Caroline threw the question back over her shoulder, approaching the ocean beckoning at their side.

Klaus watched as she took off her sandals and stepped into the waters, her giddiness almost palpable. The sun was setting, the tides long since ebbed, and she almost stumbled into the scene with all the enthusiasm of someone who was chasing either, not knowing that she resembled a goddess who could have stopped both. Klaus followed suit without a spare thought, a tantalizing calling in his core, from the ocean or her he couldn’t tell.

He watched as she bent down, her hair cascading while her fingers immersed into the rose gold reflection of herself. For a few moments he forgot the breath that he didn’t need, and just looked in awe at her hovering over the edge of his kingdom. She straightened up then, looking back at him, her eyes questioning. He finally realized that she was still waiting for an answer.

Klaus sighed, shaking his head, his lips twisting into the sarcastic angles that they were so used to, “on the contrary, he made it painfully clear that I wasn’t worthy.” For the first five centuries of his life, with words and whips alike. “So I proved him wrong.”

Even after hundreds of years Mikael’s blood splattering onto his face as Klaus plunged his hand into his chest still tasted fresh. He’d reduced him to nothing, and took all that he had – the kingdom, the title, the crown. And the victory, just as his dying blood, tasted like acid rust. Painful and stale and irremovable – a prison that he willingly subjected himself to for the rest of eternity.

“You don’t sound so happy about that,” her voice broke through his muddled thoughts, but he was too preoccupied to decide whether that hint of kinship he detected was real. “I know it probably meant a lot to you at the time, but if you are not happy with it, have you ever considered leaving?”

Klaus walked to her side and crouched down, sinking his palms into the coolness of his life source. He instantly closed his eyes, the sense of connection overwhelming. What was only salty water to humans was so much more to his kind. He could feel every message, every emotion, every tiniest tremble of nerve, from the wooing songs of a merman in love, to the panicked chemicals of a herring about to meet its end.

He remembered the first time he was allowed to ascend to the surface. With a longer life span, merpeople were usually considered to be mature enough only when they’d lived a century, at which time they would have the freedom to go above and leave the kingdom at will. Klaus had seen his brother Elijah do it, secretly clinging onto the stories and souvenirs of his adventures. But as if sensing his eagerness, Mikael held off his ascendency until he was a hundred and fifty. He’d made the journey by himself that day, swimming as fast as he could towards the blurred visage of the sun.

His heart nearly stopped when he burst out of the water. A century and a half he’d been used to the thick consistency of water, the heaviness, the pressure. Now in the barely existent embrace of air, he felt unbearably light. For the longest moment he was frozen in space, lost and bewildered without the anchor of his destined burden. A thousand feelings warring in his chest, he was thrilled yet terrified, exalted but melancholy, all bravado, all resentment, all nostalgia. He ended up lurking around the reefs spying on the humans on shore, closer than he’d ever got, but feeling farther still.

How could he ever explain to her that he didn’t know how to live like that?

So finally he whispered gruffly, like the coward that he was, “it’s complicated.”

He snuck a peek at her, expecting a modicum of sympathy, but she only snorted, “‘it’s complicated’, give me a break! It’s all I’ve been hearing this past week. Hell, this past year. Let me tell you, Klaus, nothing is that complicated.”

He bristled at her quick judgment, standing up and towering over her in one stride, “and how would you know? Just because you’ve had an easy sheltered life -”

“Hey, stop right there!” Again with the finger. Klaus had half a heart to bite it off at this point, not having been interrupted by anyone outside of his siblings for decades. He was about to fire back a venomous reply when he felt her hand on his arm, the unexpected touch soothing him instantly.

“Look, I shouldn’t have invalidated your feelings, I’m sorry okay?” Caroline smiled sheepishly, then putting on a stern look, “but I refuse to be lashed out at.”

Klaus exhaled deeply, “it was not my intention, love. However, you need to understand that sometimes life presents us with impossible circumstances. Its natural cruelty is unmatched even by the sharpest minds.”

“Which is why everyone should just listen to me!” Caroline exclaimed, giving the sand a small kick in her frustration, and already a laugh was tickling at his throat despite himself.

“And pray tell why that is?”

“Because I have the best answers!” She swirled around, her soft scent surging around him, “for everyone! Elena, Stefan, Damon the Douchebag, even you.” She clasped her hands together, her eyes determined and sure, “Elena should dump both of the Salvatores and focus on herself for a while. Stefan can transfer to another university, up north, or maybe Europe. Somewhere with long winters and a lot of comfort food, no party schools. And Damon can just fuck off.”

Now he did laugh, unable to stay annoyed at her, “and what of me?”

“Well, I know it’s not my place yet, but I think you could use a break from that family business of yours. Not saying you should just up and quit, but go take a vacation or something.”

“Yet?” He teased her with a straight face, although his own amusement was hard to contain.

She blushed furiously down to her clavicles, the color set off by the blue of her dress, and one pink bra strap that had slipped out from the neckline. She had so many colors on her, down to the little trinkets that she used to adorn her impeccable form. It was strikingly different from Rebekah, who was at her heart still a creature of the sea and preferred pearls to any other jewellery like a true mermaid. Caroline, however, reminded him of a painting that he found in a sinking ship little over a century ago. The moment he had his eyes on it he knew he had to see it for real. Not in the perpetual cold blue hues of the ocean, but in the blinding sunlight where colors reside. And he did.

He saw all the swirling colors in broad daylight. So straightforward and honest and raw that it physically hurt him, yet he couldn’t avert his eyes.

“I never asked you why you wanted to be a marine biologist.”

Caroline’s eyes widened, no doubt surprised both at being spared from her slip, and at his memory of her words, “I’ve always loved the ocean. When I was young I used to watch The Little Mermaid all the time, it was my favorite movie back then. According to my mom, my first dream job was actually a mermaid. I guess a marine biologist is as close as I can get.”

“You’d make a perfect mermaid, sweetheart.”

“Yeah yeah, I know I would,” she obviously didn’t believe him, nodding along with a pointed look before bursting into melodic laughter. “But I have my heart set on marine biology for now.”

“I’m sure you’d excel at that, too.” Spoken no less sincerely than his last remark. He could see it in her eyes, the passions and ambitions burning bright. He knew a fighter when he saw one.

Caroline nodded emphatically, “I really want to. And as I’m sure you already know, whatever I want, I find a way to get it.”

“Simple as that, huh?”

“Exactly. Work, study, fame, love, peace, world domination...You can have it all, as long as you want it bad enough.”

Klaus reached for her hand then. It was soft and warm and trembling slightly, but she finally let it settle in his. Light as a feather, a piece of reassurance nestled in his palm, for what he didn’t know. Her eyes looked up to meet his, and Klaus felt a tide in his soul.

“Well sweetheart, I might just take your sage words for it.”

It seemed like he was going on a vacation after all.

#Klaroline #Klarosummerbingo #Klaroline fanfiction #kc fic #my fic #do I know how to make aesthetics?#obviously not #but did I have fun with that mess?#you bet I did #z writes

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Hi, everyone! This is my first ever fic, and it’s a part of the Citrus Server collab! I’m so excited about it, and I know it’s super self indulgent, but I worked really hard on it and I hope you like it. Please give me feedback and tell me what you like and what I can improve on; also, please be nice to me, I’m a baby.

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, brief angst, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x chubby!female reader

Taglist: @reinawritesbnha

Prompt: "Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits started to flow.

The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist.

So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…"

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Of course, not thinking twice about accepting came back to bite you as soon as the realization set in that you would, in fact, have to go. Suddenly hyper-aware of your need to buy a dress, and knowing how little you enjoy shopping, you call your best girls for the job. A quick text to the groupchat had Mina and Yaomomo screaming with excitement that you were actually asking to go shopping. Jirou and Ochako sharing your apprehension, and Hagakure and Froppy bowing out due to their schedules, but wishing you luck with sweet emojis.

Yaomomo chose the dress shop, under the enthusiastic offer that she’d pay to ensure everyone would receive something from her favorite designers. You knew this was a place only Yaomomo could frequent- beautiful gowns lined every wall, display mannequins donning the most gorgeous dresses, made of the best fabrics with jewels perfectly beaded in, none of which had price tags so as to not “ruin the material” as she had told all of you. Whisking you all into dressing rooms bigger than your entire apartment, the staff practically fawned over each of you, offering assistance, refreshments, recommendations, and- oh fuck- measurements. Nerves shot through your entire body and made you nauseous, ready to make a stupid excuse to leave before your insecurities were announced to your girlfriends. You’ve always been...bigger.

The word tasted bitter on your tongue. The consultant made barely a sound as she pulled out her tape, but you heard it. That little “hm” noise, indicating judgement, knowing that most of their stock isn’t going to fit you properly, what with your plump thighs, soft tummy, squishy arms, the rolls that seemed to stay no matter how many workouts you do..

“We don’t carry plus size gowns, but I’m sure I can find something for you.”

All is confirmed when she says those stupid fucking words with that Joker-esqe smile and that hint of disgust in her tone. ‘I shouldn’t be here, I never should’ve accepted that invitation, why did I even think this was a good idea, the whole thing is for beautiful skinny girls like your friends, this is all a mistake,’ you think to yourself, insecurities and anxiety flooding your brain. Mina’s voice snaps you out of your spiral.

“Excuse me, I don’t believe we asked for your personal opinion on her body. In fact, I believe we only asked for you to do your job, but if you can’t complete such a daunting task, I’m sure there are 20 other people who’d love to take your place.” she grinned, in a tone too perky for her threatening choice of words.

“Also, as I happen to frequent this shop, I know your entire inventory. As such, I know that you do, in fact, carry gowns for each of our sizes. If you can find one to fit my chest, I know you have a variety of gowns to fit my beautiful friend, y/n. I suggest you begin pulling them, as I��m sure you’ve gotten the measurements you need. Now.” This time it’s Yaomomo, handling the situation with dignitary-level finality, before gracefully walking to you with a comforting smile. Ochako wipes a tear you weren’t aware had fallen, attempting to comfort you with false empathy, saying how you two are “practically the same size”, but you know you’re not. It’s comforting nonetheless, having the support of your friend group. Jirou cracks self deprecating jokes to lighten the mood, complaining, “If I have to wear a frilly gown to this bullshit, so do you, y/n. You’re not getting out of this that easy,” and you absolutely know she means it.

With your spirit slightly renewed and the consultants carrying in a multitude of dresses, you all end up having a blast laughing about how the pink ballgown does not fit Jirou’s aesthetic and the skintight green satin number Ochako tried on would quite literally have Deku passed out on the floor. You giggled with Yaomomo about how certain dresses looked risqué and nearly pornographic on your respective figures. Mina whined about how each dress didn’t have enough glitter, her complaints falling on deaf ears. Over the course of two and a half hours, each of the girls had secured a dress. Mina, in a teal mermaid-style dress with enough sparkle woven into the tulle to blind. Jirou, in a simple deep purple velvet gown that gracefully fell off her shoulders. Ochako, deciding, after much peer pressure, to opt for the green satin to make Deku drool. Yaomomo, in a red gown with beautiful beading, and a deep V neckline. You, on the other hand, were struggling to find something that doesn’t have you hyperfixating on one aspect of your body or another, limiting your breathing and movement so as to not further sink into the mean thoughts swirling around inside your head. The girls have gone into full support staff-mode, bringing you dresses of every cut known to man, offering more champagne to dull the anxieties, Yaomomo even offering to make you a custom dress with her quirk. Jirou sheepishly comes into the room, head down, hoping no one brings attention to the fact that she just sifted through dresses for a good 15 minutes and didn’t hate it, before nudging your soft side. You turn to her, defeated, and ready to give up, when you realize what she’s holding. She’s picked a dress for you, even though she hates shopping anywhere that isn’t blaring music through the speakers and dimly lit. You smile sweetly at her shy offering, reaching out to take it before she pulls back.

“No, I have an idea… I know it’s easy to look at your insecurities before the dress is all the way on, and I think you should let us help you into it with your eyes closed… Then, when you turn around to the mirror, you can see all the beautiful parts, like we do!” She looks down at the floor as she mutters the words, as though she’s embarrassed to be so soft and sweet.

“THAT’S A GREAT IDEA, JIROU! OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU HAVE TO LET US DRESS YOU, IT’LL BE JUST LIKE CINDERELLA WITH THE BIRDS AND THE MICE, COME ONNN…” Mina bounces up and down, grabbing your hands and pleading, knowing you never say no when she gives you such excited eyes.

“Uh… fine… Yeah, I guess it couldn’t hurt. It’s not like I have anything to lose.” You shyly whisper, looking away.

If it were anyone else, you’d never want them to see you getting dressed, soft tummy and extra squish uncovered, leaving you vulnerable to their judgement. But these are your best friends, you’d known them for years. They’d held your hair on your 21st birthday, and cuddled into bed with you when you were crying over unrequited love. They’ve had your back, they’d never make fun of you, and Jirou chose this dress all special for you, you couldn’t say no. With that, you turned around and closed your eyes, arms out and waiting for them to help you into whatever Jirou had deemed right for you.

“Okay, y/n, almost done, just have to zip this last part up and… DONE!” Mina and Yaomomo stepped back from their positions holding the sides and pulling the zipper, respectively. Finally admiring the you in the dress, there was a moment of absolute silence. You started shifting uncomfortably, wondering just how horrible you looked if they didn’t even have words to describe it. Ochako was the first to break the quiet and a teary-sounding “You’re so beautiful, y/n.”, followed by Mina’s signature squeals of excitement. Yaomomo clasped her hands together and began ranting about “how gorgeous you looked” and “how perfect the dress was” and “how she didn’t even know they had this one yet”. Jirou, sensing your anxious shifting, finally told you to open your eyes and turn around with a hand on your shoulder, the satisfied smirk on her face audible in her now assured voice.

“Oh… wow…” was all you could manage to say, eyes wide as you saw yourself in the full length mirror. This was, in all honesty, the first time you felt beautiful in years. The dress did nothing to hide your body- no- it somehow managed to accentuate every single curve in the most beautiful way possible. The gown was black, made from silk and taffeta, with some built in structure, and oh so soft. Simultaneously comfortable, secure, and elegant, the strapless gown mimicked a one shoulder, right side jutting up in an asymmetrical style and the left dipping just low enough to show your cleavage before cascading down your curves, hugging each roll of your body gently, showing off your figure and flowing down to the floor with a slit up your thigh, only visible when you walked and showing the ample flesh of your hip and thigh. God, it was perfect. You felt strong and classy and sexy and beautiful. Turning to Jirou, you pull her into your chest and hug her, thanking her a thousand times for finding it.

“Whoa, hey, okay… I’m glad you like it, you look absolutely beautiful. But- um- hey, can you let go? I’m suffocating in titties here.” Jirou laughed, genuinely struggling to breathe in your embrace.

“Oh shit, sorry, Jirou! I’m just so happy, I love it so much! I kinda forgot you can’t breathe when I do that…” You chuckle nervously, releasing her from your embrace.

“Yay! Okay, now that everyone has a dress, let’s go purchase them and get some food. I’m starving!” Yaomomo pitches the idea, and everyone agrees, excited to hurry out of the shop for a meal.

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The day had finally come, and your nerves felt fried. The other girls all had dates; Momo and Jirou deciding to go together, Ochako with Deku, even Mina was going with Kaminari. But here you were, riding in the car service alone, makeup absolutely flawless, complete with falsies and red lipstick that was the perfect shade to stand out against your skin. Such a shame no one was going to be benefiting from your efforts tonight, although the thought that your longtime crush, Sero Hanta, would be in attendance was enough to urge you to adjust your carefully placed mask, ensuring your anonymity and polishing your confidence. Sero had been in your friend group since high school, and was the first person you truly warmed up to upon your acceptance into the group. You quickly became the “shy little sister” to the loud ones in the group: Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina. Jirou and Sero were more your speed; quieter, more laid back and chill, with great senses of humor that not everyone was privy to. With Jirou as your designated best friend, Sero was proclaimed the unrequited love interest. You friendzoned yourself almost immediately, assuming Sero wouldn’t go for a girl like you, not when he was tall, dark, handsome, and muscular. A budding pro hero wouldn’t want you, not with your shy insecurities and soft body…

Little did you know, Sero had been pining after you since the beginning, flirting with you subtly in hopes that you’d express your interest. Eyes wandering down your curves during movie nights, taking in your too-small shorts and how your oversized shirt would raise just enough to see your little tummy pouch, wishing his face was buried between your plump thighs, praying he would be able to leave hickeys on every delicious roll, pleading he could see those cute chubby cheeks covered with tears while your plush lips wrapped around his cock… No- he couldn’t think of you like that. After all, you never returned his flirting, and there’s no way you’d like him when you could crush on manlier guys like Kirishima and Bakugou. ‘He was just a “dollar store Spiderman”, as Bakugou liked to call him, just a guy… Nothing special…’ he thought to himself as he adjusted his own mask in the bathroom mirror at the gala. His friends had all confirmed that you were coming, and that you were coming alone (said by Kaminari while wiggling his eyebrows). Every other person in the group had a date, including Bakugou and Kirishima, who had to practically drag the former to the event in the first place. He was the only one “stagging it”, aside from you, who would no doubt attract attention and end up going home with some flashy hero higher ranked than he was. He sighed, adjusting his tux jacket and cufflinks, and exited into the main ballroom to get a drink.

You walked into the venue, checked in, and stood frozen outside the ballroom entrance. You adjusted your mask, steeled your nerves, and squared your shoulders, reminding yourself how absolutely gorgeous you looked and donning your best “bad bitch” aura. You strut into the place like you own it, suddenly very aware of how many people there are, scanning for familiar faces as you sway your luscious hips to maintain your balance in your heels.

“Holy fuck... “ Sero utters, jaw slack and eyes locked on you. You’re so perfect, breasts bouncing with every step, thighs and tummy jiggling, soft smile gracing your face. He’s staring, and Kaminari has to elbow him to wipe the drool from the side of his mouth before you get there. You’re equally as enchanted, seeing Sero in his black fitted tuxedo, crushed velvet lapels, tapered pants making his quads look positively biteable, crisp white shirt tailored over his pecs, black bowtie (slightly crooked, very fitting of his personality) and mask obscuring his face, leaving him as nothing more than a handsome stranger. A yellow pocket square catches your attention, reminding you of your favorite hero in his costume. You smirk to yourself, knowing you chose yellow gold heels specifically because they reminded you of him.

“See something you like, Sero-buddy? You’re staring so hard, you’d think she was God.” Kaminari punches Sero in the ribs, trying to break the spell. “Maybe you should talk to her, finally get over your crush on y/n by getting under someone else.” he winks, completely unaware that he’s talking about you in both respects.

“Uh… I don’t know, man. I think I’ll give it a minute, maybe grab another drink and enjoy the party for a while. I’m not trying to start hitting on some random chick just yet, though hot she may be.” Sero laughs, rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when he’s nervous. He diverts his eyes down to his drink, downs the rest of the liquid, then focuses back on you. You wait at the bar for your drink of choice, aware of that beautiful stranger still staring and leaning against the counter just enough to push your ass out. You hear him nearly choke on his drink, and move around the party satisfied with yourself.

A few drinks later, you find yourself on the dance floor, watching from the edge and lightly swaying to the music. A masked man with shaggy black hair, who you can only assume to be pro hero Grand, given his mask barely covered a fourth of his face probably only worn to fit the theme, approached you for a dance, hand extended and bowing at the waist.

“A lady as beautiful as yourself shouldn’t be a wallflower. Care to dance?” he asks, voice low and alluring, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes.

“I might…” you smile shyly, taking his hand and letting him lead you.

Once out on the dance floor, he pulls you into his chest with a hand on your lower back. It’s nice to be wanted, to dance so close to a man who finds you beautiful, especially one as chiseled as Grand. ‘Wait- is he…? Are you fucking kidding?’ Your fight or flight response kicks in as soon as you feel his hand drift lower and lower onto your ass. You pull away, ready to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but before you can get a word out, he puts a hand over your jaw, fingers tightly snapping your mouth closed. Unable to speak and too shocked to move, you feel helpless as he whispers in your ear.

“God, I love fat girls. Your self esteem is so low, I can do whatever I want and you’ll fall for it. So stupid, so fun.” His laugh is so dark, and you start to panic before a large, strong hand reaches between the two of you and wraps around Grand’s throat, yanking him back and off of you.

“Listen, this is a classy place, so I’ll give you a choice. Either you apologize to this absolutely gorgeous woman and get the fuck out of here, or I beat you to a bloody pulp right here and ruin both your suit and your face.” The handsome stranger who had originally caught your eye growls, voice so low and intimidating you didn’t doubt for a second he meant every word. ‘His voice sounds so familiar, but I can’t quite place it. He’s so angry, and he’s speaking so low, I can’t figure out where I’ve heard that before.’ Thankful for his saving assistance, and trying to calm yourself from hyperventilating, you watch Grand’s retreating form before turning to the man who is quite literally your Prince Charming of the evening.

Voice still low and angry, “Listen, I need you to distract me. Calm me down so I don’t turn around and kill that guy.” he seethes. “You are stunning, absolutely gorgeous. He was so wrong. He’s an asshole, absolutely vile, and he never should’ve even had the nerve to approach you, much less touch you. God fucking damn it, I should-”

You cut him off by pulling him close, placing your hands on his chest and letting them roam up to fix his still crooked bowtie.

“Thank you…” you whisper, tearing up as you put your head on his chest. His cologne is so calming, his scent enveloping you as his arms instinctively wrap around you and his hand finds the back of your head, holding you to his chest.

The two of you slow dance in silence, his head resting on top of yours, the scent of your shampoo and hairspray comforting him and taking him to a dream where he was dancing with the y/n he knew, feeling your soft body pressed against him, imagining how you’d look in the dress on the girl he was actually dancing with. ‘Oh fuck, y/n would look so fucking perfect in this. Her curves- fuck, this dress is soft- I would absolutely love to run my hands along her body in this dress, press her up against me like this, fuck her thighs- wait… SHIT-FUCK-NO’ Snapped out of his thoughts by the increasing tightness of his tux pants, he prays to god the sexy girl pressed against him doesn’t notice.

You notice something nudging against your thigh, breaking you out of your daydreams about the mystery man being Sero Hanta, opening your eyes before you realize exactly what you’re feeling. ‘Oh… OH. Holy fuck, did I make him hard just dancing? He- uh- feels… big… Maybe if I just-’ you subtly shift your hips, thigh brushing up against him and slotting between his legs just enough. A deep groan rises from his chest, and he leans down to your ear.

“Babygirl, if you keep doing what I think you’re doing, I’m going to have to return the favor~” His voice sounds so familiar, but the lust clouding the low rumble has it taking on an entirely new timbre. You lean in, feeling emboldened by his words, swiping your tongue along the shell of his ear with a simple “Oh really?~ And what if that’s the goal?”

With that, he crooks his finger under your chin and presses his lips to yours. What starts as a sweet and simple kiss quickly evolves into a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless. His fingers gently resting on your neck, just above your collarbone, and tongue swiping at your bottom lip. You sigh into him, granting him access and letting his tongue explore your mouth, relishing in his deep rumbles and pressing impossibly closer, hoping he’d get the message and take you somewhere more private. Luckily, it seems he seems to read your body language and leads you to a side hallway by pressing his hand on the small of your back, possessively guiding you. Pushing you up against the wall, he leans back in to resume kissing you, with an arm steadying himself above your head. In a simply embarrassing display of clumsiness, your hand reaching for his cheek goes slightly off course, accidentally knocking off his mask and causing you to fumble to the floor to retrieve it. Upon looking up, you see Sero standing with a flushed face and his hand reaching up to the back of his neck, the endearing nervous tic you’d learned from him over the years. Oh God, if your heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it sure as fuck was now… The man you had yearned after for years not only swooping in to save you from some low-life creep, but also having you in a kabedon against the wall of the fanciest place you’ve ever been in. He laughs, nervous now without his anonymity, and reaches down to help you up.

“I- uh- sorry, I might’ve gotten carried away. I hope you’re okay, I know I’m probably not the hero you wanted. I really do think you’re beautiful, you actually remind me of someone I know and- wow- I’m rambling…” He goes on like this, panicking that he’s somehow ruined your fantasy and disappointed you by existing. He only shuts up when you stand back upright and kiss him softly.

“You’re exactly the hero I want… The hero I’ve always wanted.” You blush, staring up at him with the most loving doe eyes you can manage.

‘Wait… Her voice… Is that- ?’ Sero came to quite possibly the best and utterly terrifying realization; that the girl he’d been lusting after all night and the girl he’d been wanting for years could be the same girl. He hesitantly brought a hand to your face, lightly grazing your mask as though asking for permission. You nod, never breaking your gaze on his concentrated expression, and parted your lips. He gingerly lifts the mask from your features, damning your anonymity, and each of you hold your breath in anticipation. The way he looks at you is like something out of a movie, or one of those shōjo manga you love to obsess over: pure relief, adoration, lust, love. Oh, you want him to look at you like that forever.

“Y/n, I-... You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you. I have been wanting to kiss you for years, and to finally do it, and with you looking… Wow- you are so fucking stunning, I have never seen anything as beautiful in my life. Fuck, I just- I wish I could tell you how perfect you are, express in words how flawless I’ve always thought you were- still do… “ Sero breathed all of this as though he had to get every word out before you disappeared. He held your face in both hands, lightly squishing your cheeks and stroking his thumb over your lips, taking in your hopelessly enthralled expression. “You know what? Fuck this. No- I mean- not ‘fuck this’, I just… I want to do this right. I want you, I need you. I want to express how important you are, I need to show you that you’re everything to me. I want to worship you, kiss every inch of your body and make you feel so incredibly complete and full and whole and appreciated. Do you understand?”

“Hanta… I- Yes. Yes. Please take me home, I need you. I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You lean into his touch, wanting to be ever closer to his warmth.

You yelp as he suddenly picks you up, bridal style, as though you don’t even provide a struggle.

“HANTA, you can’t be carrying me, I weigh more than you, no no no, I’m too heavy, you can’t-”

“Y/n. I’m a pro hero, are you seriously telling me I can’t carry you? I can carry 3 people at once while hanging from a strip of tape in midair. I’ll hold you up forever if you’d let me.” He squeezes you in his hold, emphasizing his point.

His cocky attitude was majorly driven by how good you felt, soft tummy and jiggling tits against his torso, the perfect squish of your thighs in his powerful arms, chubby hands and cheeks tucked into his chest and the crook of his neck. He swore he could die happy right there. In the elevator, he took a moment to take in your entire figure, but upon reaching your feet, something turned him absolutely feral. Your shoes. You were wearing his colors. Every single piece of clothing matched his hero costume. ‘Holy shit… You knew. You wanted him before this even happened. You were his.’ The possessive growl that tore from his chest startled you as he adjusted you in his hold. He had your legs wrapped around his waist, hands unapologetically on the ample crux of your thighs and ass, lips on yours in a desperate kiss that was all tongue and teeth, grinding his hard cock against you. You whimpered against his lips, shocked by his sudden change of demeanor.

“Fuck, you’re wearing my colors, aren’t you? You want me to claim you? You want to be mine? I’ll give you anything you want, babygirl. I just need you to ask for it.~” He growled against your neck, nose tracing the column of your throat.

“Hanta, please, yes- ah~. I want to be yours. I only want to be yours. I need you. Please, please, please.” Normally, you’d be way too shy to beg this much, embarrassed about how desperate you sound, but fuck he’s making you so needy. The gasp that escapes you when Sero licks a stripe up your neck turns into a moan when he starts sucking a hickey over your pulsepoint. He feels so good, the heat between your thighs steadily building with every nip of his teeth and roll of his hips. You thread your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and pull gently, earning a groan and a buck of his hips. He works his way up to your jaw, leaving pretty little marks in his wake, and returns to your lips like a safe haven. He strokes your tongue with his own, committing your taste to memory. He never wants to forget this moment, especially not when you lightly suck his tongue and pull him in further with those perfect fucking thighs. You’re so soft, being wrapped in your plushness with his fingers digging into the pliable flesh of your ass is too much. Sero’s sinful thoughts are interrupted by your fucked-out voice, so small and innocent, as though you’re afraid of his answer.

“Um… Can I- can I touch you? I mean- I- can I mark you, too?” You sound so unsure, not used to someone wanting to show you off. You’re so breathless, and he’d be lying if the pleading in your voice didn’t make his dick twitch in his pants.

“Awwww~ is my babygirl shy now? You want to mark me, too? Go ahead, mi amor, sí se puede. I’m all yours, just like you’re mine.” Sero cranes his head to the side, baring his neck to you, waiting for you to bless him with those full lips, waiting for you to make a show of him finally having the most perfect girl he’s ever known.

If he could’ve taken a picture of your face in that moment, he’d look at it every day. Squishy cheeks blushing, eyes wide with surprise and excitement, gaze clouded with lust. You were so pretty, he couldn’t wait to ruin you. Sero moaned as you sucked a small dark mark onto his skin and happily carried you from the elevator to his room. You tighten your arms around him when he reaches for his key card, involuntarily pushing your chest together and pressing up into him.

“Oh, mi corazón, if you keep pressing into me like that, voy a tener que lamer cada parte de ti y puede que no te deje ir…” His threats sound more like promises when he’s carrying you through the threshold and placing you down gently, though his hands never leave your body. Tracing your sides, memorizing your curves, squeezing any part he can get his hands on. His right hand inches down your torso, resting on the pouch of your tummy and making you flinch. Sero notices and worries he’s hurt you, or that you don’t want him to touch you. The hurt in his eyes is obvious when he takes in your tense muscles and eyes squeezed shut, realizing it’s your own insecurities holding you back. He wishes you could see how beautiful you are, see yourself through his eyes. He was going to make you feel so fucking loved, he just had to show you what he couldn’t express in words. You stripped him of his jacket as he unknotted his tie. With nervous hands, you unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it past his broad shoulders, fingers trailing down his sculpted chest and lean abs, admiring the enticing adonis belt and pretty trail of coarse black hair disappearing into his pants. Sero, with his ego now boosted by the lustful look in your eyes as you took him in, returned your gaze to his face with an intensity that made you shiver. He kept eye contact while sweeping your hair to one side, and slowly unzipping your gown. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans down to place open mouthed kisses along your shoulders as he pushes your dress down your body, kissing down your arms as it falls, and places a sweet kiss to your hands. Pushing you onto the bed with a soft thud and climbing over top of you, he moves the hands that raise to cover yourself , grasping your wrists in one hand and cupping your cheek with the other, as he softly reassures you.

“Princesa, please don’t hide from me. I’ve waited for you for so long, and I want to worship every inch of you. I’m going to make you cry out my name, and show you just how perfect you are while you cum on my tongue. You will not say a single bad thing about mi amor, you understand?” he says lowly, so loving yet commanding.

“Yes, Hanta… I- I’ll be good for you, I promise.” you whine, praying your submission would please him.

The sound of his given name in that pleading tone has him painfully hard, but he’s too focused on hearing his name from your sweet lips again to care. You pull him down into a passionate kiss and roll your hips against his clothed cock when he laves down your neck and leaves love bites across your chest. He sucks your nipple into his warm mouth and rolls the other between his forefinger and thumb, earning a high pitched keen from you. He switches to give the same attention to the other side, tongue swirling around the peaked bud and relishing the way your chest heaves just from his mouth on your tits. ‘So needy… Fuck, how did I ever wait this long to see y/n like this and hear her sounds?’ Sero thinks to himself, so ready to watch your eyes roll back in your skull the minute you feel his cock fill you. The thought of you bouncing on his dick, watching you jiggle with his thrusts, letting him grip the fat on your hips and help you fuck yourself on him, feeling your lovely thighs straddle him, has him impatiently rutting into the mattress. He needs to taste you, leave marks all over your delicious tummy and thighs, and feel you coming undone beneath him. His large hands slide down your sides, rubbing back up under your breasts, gripping the extra flesh over your ribcage, the soft love handles on your sides, caressing the perfect pouch of your belly and settling on your hips. His mouth follows the path of his hands, kissing and licking every place you had deemed undesirable like they were the sexiest pieces of you, leaving dark hickeys on the front of your hips to remind you that all of these parts were now his to love.

“Lo siento, babygirl, pero no puedo esperar más, necesito mi lengua en ese bonita coño jodidamente ahora. Estas necesitan estar en el suelo ahora.” If his panting growl of Spanish didn’t already have your pussy gushing, his strong fingers ripping your panties and hoes off your body had you dripping onto the bed. Your shocked squeak turning into a moan when he parted your legs and nipped at the soft skin of your inner thigh, Sero is beyond delighted by feeling your beautiful thighs squishing against his face. If he could choose his end, it would undoubtedly be suffocating between this plush heaven. He snaked his arms under your parted thighs to hold your hips, squeezing and marveling at the feeling of your warm body protruding between his spread fingers, trying to fit as much of you in his grasp as he could and never getting enough. You’re just about to plead for him to touch you where you need him most when you lock eyes and hear the teasing lilt in his voice when he groans “Itadakimasu~” and flattens his tongue, licking a long, slow stripe up your slit.

“So wet for me, princesa, is this all for me? You’re so thoughtful to give me a meal so sweet.”

“Hantaaa, please. I want you, please don’t tease me, please touch me. I need- ah~”

Your begging is interrupted by his tongue diving into your sex, lapping at your slick like a man starved. The moans coming from the man between your thighs were sinful; in this moment, Sero Hanta was no longer the friend you’d watched superhero movies with and silently crushed on for years- he was a man, a lover, all you’d ever wanted. Wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking the sensitive pearl into his mouth, he pulled one hand from your hip and slowly slipped two long fingers into your sopping heat. The callused pads from years of hero training now rubbing perfectly against your walls have you crying out for him and grasping his hair, begging him to go faster. He suddenly props himself up, bringing his palm up to grind against your clit and slowing his thrusts, wanting to hear you beg for him and watch your desperate facial expression.

“What is it you want, babygirl? C’mon, you’re going to have to use that pretty little mouth of yours. Tell me what you want, baby, use your words. I wanna hear you beg for me.” That normally dopey smile was replaced with a lewd smirk, hungry and covered in your juices.

“H-Hanta, please please please. I need you, need your mouth. Please I wanna cum, please let me cum, I want you to fuck me! Please please pleaseeeee~” Hips bucking forward, sweat lightly covering your skin, hair splayed out, body covered in his marks, begging for him… Shit, he’d give you anything you asked for. Oh, he’ll give you what you need- don’t you worry.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. I’ll make this pretty pussy cum. Hold onto me and just relax, princess.”

His lips returned to your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking lightly, and increased his pace. He curled his fingers just right, finding the spongy underside of your clit and he chuckles darkly to himself when your back arches, head falling back onto the pillows.

“There it is~, there we go, babygirl. Cum for me, just like this. I’ve got you, let go, cum on my fingers.”

It doesn’t take long after his mouth goes back to nursing on your clit and his fingers continuously hitting your g-spot for the coil in your belly to finally snap. You climax hard, eyes screwed shut and screaming out his name as his tongue works you through your high. Once you’ve come down, you open your eyes and see Sero sucking his fingers clean of your release and unbuckling his belt with the other hand. You sit up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, and unbuttoning his pants. He grows impatient with your pace, shoving his pants and tight boxers down at once. ‘Fuck, his dick is pretty’ you think to yourself, marveling at the masterpiece before you. He’s long, maybe 8.5-9 inches, thick enough to stretch your walls so deliciously but not too thick to fit in your mouth, prominent vein running along the underside and leading from the neat crop of black hair to the leaking tip, begging for your tongue. You start to rise to your knees before being pushed back into the duvet, looking up at him in confusion.

“No, no, mi amor. As much as I want to see your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, that’s gonna have to wait. I want to be inside you, I need to fuck you until all you can think about is me and how fucking beautiful I think you are.” His eyes are so sincere. He looks down at you with the most loving stare you’ve ever felt, so calm and safe in his presence. You’re lulled into submission, every doubtful argument you had died on your tongue, and a soft moan escaped your lips. He leans over you, bracing himself on an elbow with his hand on your jaw to keep your eyes fixated on him. The other hand wraps around the base of his cock and teases the head along your slit, pressing on your clit just enough to have you squirming, trying to impale yourself.

“So needy for me, so wet. You’re so perfect, babygirl, I wouldn’t want to go too fast now. I want to savor every inch, feel you stretch around me while I watch those e/c eyes roll back in pleasure.” He holds back from thrusting into you when you whine in response, breathing heavy and struggling to get him inside. “Damn, baby, if you’re that desperate, why don’t you tell me exactly what you want? Beg for my cock, mi amor.”

“PLEASE, I need you inside me, please! I need your cock. Please fuck me, Papi~” You gasp out in succession, trying out the name you had once heard Kaminari teasing him about. It was a desperate attempt to get him to move, one your fucked-out brain decided was your best shot at getting him feral. And holy shit were you right. Sero fills you in an instant, hard length thrust to the hilt in your tight hole, causing you to cry out, eyes rolling back just as he promised.

“FUCK!” He’s losing restraint, driven mad by the filthy name coming from your angelic lips. The squeezing and fluttering of your walls is the only thing grounding him to Earth as he smirks down at you, baring his teeth while his other hand comes to wrap around your throat and apply light pressure to the sides. “Oh you know what you’re doing, don’t you? You have no idea how many times I imagined you calling me like that with these soft thighs wrapped around me; trust me, it’s nothing close to how sexy the real thing is. If you want to play dirty, princesa, don’t blame me when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

He backed up his statement with a few deep strokes that had your mouth falling open and eyes unfocusing, still unable to look away from the man about to wreck you. In a weak attempt to ground yourself, you reach up and place your hands on his back to feel the flexing of his muscles as he gave you slow, deep thrusts. Running your hands along his shoulders had your pussy clenching, and the groan pulled from his chest accompanying a harsh increase in his pace had your nails clawing at the corded muscles, causing him to put more force into fucking you into the mattress. A cycle of reactions, spurring the other on to continue and escalate.

“You feel so good, babygirl. S-So tight, you feel like you’re fucking made for me. I love you so much. I love everything about you. God, I fucking love your body- I love your curves, I love your legs wrapped around me, I love your sexy fucking thighs, I love your cute tummy- love how you feel pressed against me, I love running my fingers up your arms and kissing back down, I love gripping your hips when I hold you, I love watching you jiggle when you walk and bounce when I fuck you like this. You’re so fucking beautiful, so perfect for me.” Sero babbles out praises like he’ll die if he doesn’t get them out. You’re a blushing mess, knowing these words are completely true, tumbling out of his mouth unconsciously as he thinks them. “I love that expression, angel. Still so shy at my praises, even though I can feel you trying to milk my cock at every word. Such a good girl for me. Why don’t you tell me who makes this pretty pussy feel so good, huh? Say it, angel.”

“Hantaaa~ you feel so good. Please don’t stop!! I’m so close, please. I wanna cum, I wanna cum on your cock, please Papiiii~. You make me feel so good. I love you, I love you, I’m all yours. Please, I’m yours-ah~, I wanna be yours. I need you, I love you so much. Only you could make me feel like this-fuck- it’s only you. Please make me cum, Papi~” Your moans and pleas are getting louder and louder, chasing your impending climax. Every emotion flowing out of you, combined with the wonderful overstimulation, had tears rolling down your pudgy cheeks. You hadn’t yet realized you were crying when Sero leaned down to kiss and lick away the salty streams.

“Okay, princesa, I’ll give you what you need. How can I say no when you're being so good for me? Such a beautiful mess, all for me. So perfect. My good girl~” His right hand smoothes down your torso and settles between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come on, babygirl. Papi’s got you, I’ll take good care of you. Cum for Papi. Cum on my cock.”

Your final orgasm has your back arched off the bed, eyes crossed, tongue lolling out, screaming out a string of “Hanta”, “Papi”, and “I love you”. Sero keeps his pace steady, fucking you through your climax and trying to prolong it as long as he can. The feeling of your doughy pussy clamping down around his cock like a vice, the gloriously wrecked ahegao face, and the sound of your cries as you creamed on his dick had him right on the edge of his own high. He started to pull out, not wanting to cross any boundaries, when he felt your legs pull him in even further. He looks back to your face; hazy, loving eyes drawing him in with that innocent look.

“Please cum inside me Papi, I want it! I’m yours, I want you. I want you to fill me up.” The permission to claim his longtime love and the aftershocks of your orgasm having you still pulsing around him finally push him over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting in a feeble attempt to muffle his moans of your name as his hips stuttered, thick ropes of cum warming your insides and painting your walls white. You feel so full and so content. Staying inside you, Sero rolls the two of you over to lay on his back, still holding your sweaty bodies together as he kisses your forehead and strokes your hair, telling you how good you did, how happy he was, how proud he was of you.

No one has ever made you feel so good, so wanted. Normally, your post-sex thoughts are plagued with insecurities, but instead all yoou can think about is Sero and how perfect this was. How beautiful he made you feel… and how you didn’t want it to end.

“H-Hey… Um… Sero?” you timidly get his attention.

“Y/n, I’m gonna need you to start calling me Hanta if we’re gonna be together. It’s a little weird to call your boyfriend by their family name, isn’t it?… Unless you wanna call me Papi, of course~” He says, his normal goofy grin and teasing tone returned.

“Wait… You- you really want to be with me? You don’t want me to keep it a secret? I will if you tell me to… I don’t want to embarrass you, I know I’m not exactly the ‘trophy wife’ the other heroes go for… I just really like you- um- actually, I’ve been in love with you for years now, and I just got really excited that you wanted me and-” Your nervous muttering is cut off with his lips softly pressed against yours, his hand moving to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Mi amor, I’ve been in love with you for just as long. You are my trophy, the greatest part of me. Every single thing I said is true, and I’ve thought those things for our entire friendship. If you think for a second that I won’t be walking around shirtless, showing off all of these marks to Kirishima and Kaminari, you don’t know me at all.” He winks at you and brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss there. “Princesa, babygirl, mi corazón… Nunca te dejaré, yo nunca te dejaré salir, yo prometo. I am yours, and you are mine.”

“I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you, too, y/n.”

You fall asleep on his chest to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat and steady breathing. Upon waking up, you assume you had just dreamed the entire affair, chalking it up to your vivid imagination and drinks at the ball. That is, until you realize you’re trapped in a tangle of limbs with Hanta, leg hiked over his body and arms encompassing each other. You try to shift slightly to see his sleeping face, but he stirs and rolls over on top of you with a groan. The jolt of his muscles jerking awake told you he also thought he had dreamed the entire thing, believing that the prospect of your mutual pining actually coming to fruition was too good to be true.

“Good morning, angel. I’m so glad you’re real… And that you’re all mine.” Sero softly sighs, voice rough from sleep, nuzzling his face into your chest and squeezing your soft midsection to hold you closer.

“Good morning, love. I’m so so happy, but there’s one thing…” You say, trying to hold back your giggles.

“What is it, baby? Is something wrong? What did I do?” Sero starts thinking of every possible scenario as you soothe his thoughts with a cheeky smile.

“I- um… I think I need you to carry me to the shower, you weren’t lying when you said I wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.” Both of you erupt in a fit of laughter. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the shower, so content in finally having his girl.

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A/N: WHEW okay… I’m actually really proud of this, and I hope you guys like it. The Latin Sero headcanon hits me so hard and I just absolutely simp for this sweet tape boy. Huge thank you to @reinawritesbnha for inspiring me to write this matchup, @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten for encouraging me and giving me the courage to post, and my dear, sweet Sage for reading it to make sure I don’t embarrass myself and inspiring me to write in the first place. <3

#sero x reader #sero hanta #hanta sero #sero hanta smut #bnha #mha #mha sero

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years ago

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In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

#heros and villains #ask game #200 followers #thank you so much

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megan-is-mia · 4 years ago

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Hello! Can I have poly Octavinelle with yandere prompt 12 please. A senario if you don't mind, Thank you!

(Wasn’t sure which number 12 you wanted so I used Mo12. Hopefully this will be pleasing to your tastes) 12. “You look so graceful in the moonlight.” (Yandere! Octavinelle Trio x Fem! S/o)

(Y/n) had once been an eager bride-to-be, not so long ago. A simple young woman who was to be wedded to an equally simple young man who’d captured her heart long ago back in their shared childhood. Their love could have been the stuff of legend had it not been for (Y/n)’s simple beauty attracting the attention of suitors not of the surface world which she called home. She had grown up hearing the stories of the merfolk who inhabited the waters of the seas that bordered her beloved hometown but (Y/n) had never put much stock in those tales. Fables of half-human half-fish creatures punishing naughty children and killing sailors who did not pay their dues to the ocean that was their livelihood. (Y/n) had thought it was all nonsense and fluff until an incident a fortnight before her wedding altered that notion. (Y/n) had been down at the docks after sunset, collecting the crab traps she’d laid out earlier in the day. As she collected the crabs from the triggered traps, she sang to herself totally unaware that she had an audience to her song. It was only by chance that she glanced towards the water, catching sight of three faces gazing up at her, and startling her so badly she tripped over her own feet. When (Y/n) regained her bearings and looked at the water again, the faces were gone. The young woman shook her head, summarizing that she must have only been seeing things from exhaustion and thought nothing more of it. What she did not know, could not know, was that this wasn’t the first time she’d been eavesdropped on while she was cleaning up the pier after dark. For the last four or so years she’d held the interest of not one, not two, but three mermen. A pair of eel mermen named Jade and Floyd Leech, and their octo-mer cohort Azul Ashengrotto. The three males had been enchanted by (Y/n)’s beautiful singing voice since the first time they heard it, so much so that it temporarily turned the men against each other over who’d possess the human girl. Yet this discord did not hold, and soon the mermen joined forces knowing they could better protect their precious human through working together rather than fighting for dominance over each other. So their planning had begun, for taking a human from the surface world to the world under the waves was no simple feat. They needed to be careful or there was likely to be trouble from (Y/n)’s friends and family. Fortunately the time they’d all been waiting for was at hand. Tonight they had almost ruined it in their excitement, tomorrow it would be a different story. Tomorrow when (Y/n) went down to the docks she would not be returning to life in the town. No instead the beginning of her new life as the wife of the mermen would commence. All three men knew she was likely to resist at first, and were more than ready for the house-breaking process ahead of them. So the next evening as (Y/n) collected the crab traps she’d laid out she was caught off guard by a voice speaking from the waters of the bay. “You look so graceful in the moonlight” Azul said with only his head above the water as he spoke. The young woman’s attention was totally fixed upon the silver-haired male, meaning she was unable to resist being dragged under the waves by Jade and Floyd who snuck up behind her. She was pulled down into the watery abyss of the seas below, kicking and screaming until she ran out of air and passed out. In a normal circumstances, she would have probably drowned not long after, but of course this was the farthest thing from a normal situation as the eels took turns giving her mouthfuls of air keeping her alive until they returned home and the octopus was able to administer the potion that would turn her into a mermaid… THE END

#Yandere Jade Leech #Jade Leech #Yandere Floyd Leech #Floyd Leech #Yandere Azul Ashengrotto #Azul Ashengrotto #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #Yandere TWST #TWST

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merryfortune · 3 years ago

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Sweet Dreams Under the Sea

Written for 100ships on Dreamwidth

Prompt #40 Ocean

Main Ship: Chongire/Numeri

Other Notable Relationships: Chongire & Elda, Elda & Numeri

Fandom: Tropical Rouge PreCure

Word Count: 1,634

Rating: G

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags: Fluff, Bittersweet Ending, Domestic, Found Family

“Excuse me, Elda, but it is past your bedtime.” Butler said, peering in closer to the girl, his eyes unnerving but Elda was unrelenting. “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a girl healthy, pretty, and wise.”

“I don’t wanna.” Elda pouted, her arms flailed as she held tightly onto her dolls.

Chongire who had been walking past the hallway overheard and decided to, “I don’t see any harm in letting her stay up. Imagination play is good for kids or something like that.”

Butler sighed and shook his head.

Numeri, who had been following along with Chongire, giggled, “I’m sorry, Chongire, but I’m with Butler on this one,” she said, she placed her hands on Chongire’s back, unsettling him as he could feel her snail slime seep in past his clothes and was cold, “it would be better for Elda if she went to bed early.”

“I don’t want to!” Elda continued to resist.

Butler looked pleadingly to Numeri, “You are better at handling this child than I am.” he said.

Numeri slithered into the room and put her hands on her hips. Elda stared her down and Numeri knew if it was going to be a battle of wills, Elda would win. She had more youth and energy, after all. She could throw a tantrum until the Fool’s Casket was full and never tire. Get hungry, perhaps, but not tired.

“Elda, why don’t Chongire and I take you to your room. We’ll put you to bed with sea cow milk and seashell cookies. We can even tell you a bedtime story. That way, you can still stay up a little bit late but not too late like Butler feels.” Numeri negotiated in a pleasantly sweet and gentle voice.

Elda paused to consider the offer. She hummed in thought and tapped her chin before shrugging. She set down her dolls and said, “Alright.”

“That’s a good girl.” Numeri praised her.

“You spoil her too much.” Chongire whispered to Numeri and she just giggled again.

Butler shook his head but the bargain worked. Elda popped herself off the top of the table she was so comfortably lying on and swam over to Numeri and Chongire. Numeri gave Butler a wave good night as it was unlikely to see him afterwards as it was his usual bedtime, too but Chongire rolled his eyes.

Numeri and Elda began to shuffle off and Chongire gruffly piped up, “Good night, Butler.”

“Good night Chongire, good night Numeri, and good night Elda. I will see you all in the morning, ready to report for breakfast.” Butler bade them and that was that.

Chongire huffed and though he had been going one way - leaving the kitchen - it was time to go the other way - back to the kitchen. He was just as bas as spoiling Elda, quite clearly, otherwise he wouldn’t go through the effort of fetching the snacks that Numeri had suggested. One cold, frothy drink of sea cow milk and seashell cookies coming up. It wouldn’t take that long, thankfully.

So, once Chongire had done that, he scuttled along to catch up to Numeri and Elda and it looked like he had made it back just in time. Elda was throwing a tantrum. She swam swiftly around her room, literally banging off the walls and following the ricochet and all whilst incessantly screaming for her snack. Poor Numeri, shuddering at the shrillness of Elda’s voice, in the middle of it.

“Good grief…” Chongire muttered to himself and he lifted up his claws slightly, to show off the tray that he had brought out. “Here you go, little girl.”

Elda stopped mid-paddled and was completely still, she beamed, “Well why didn’t ya say so sooner?” she asked as she very civilly swam over to Chongire, her little tail wagging and her antennae twitching excitedly. “You always make the best snacks, Chongire.”

“Thanks, kid.” Chongire replied, half a smile on his hard face.

Elda grinned greedily, reaching for the sea cow milk with one hand and with the other, she was snatching up the seashell cookies that Chongire had made. Elda was munching them down, getting crumbs everywhere but she did it with an earnest excitement that was endearing. Even Numeri slyly sneaked a biscuit or two. It made Chongire smile, even if it was a gruff and somewhat hidden smile. He put a lot of effort into this pain in the neck cooking thing, it was nice to see it appreciated for once. He wasn’t going to get such gusto from the Witch of Delays any time soon so he did savour Elda’s gluttony and even Numeri’s as well.

“Ah,” Elda exclaimed, smacking her lips together, “that was the good stuff.”

“Ready to brush your teeth and go to bed then, hm, Elda?” Numeri prompted her.

“I suppose.” Elda breathily sighed. “I’ll be quick as.”

“No, you won’t. Two minutes.” Numeri told her.

“Fiiiine.” Elda sighed loudly again.

Chongire smiled to himself. Perhaps Numeri could be strict with Elda once in a while.

Elda swam off to her ensuite and kept the door open. From the doorframe, she showed off how she could brush her teeth like a big girl and to complete Numeri’s order of at least two minutes. It was horrible. It was such an inconvenience, but Elda did it and then returned once she had wiped her mouth.

Her little, fat tail wagged as she dived on her bed. She had a nice cosy little nest of a four poster bed in the corner. She got under the covers, wriggling down, and yawned, a little bit fakely. She patted her mouth and beckoned her two carers closer.

Numeri very happily slithered closer, putting an arm around Elda, half in her own bed whilst Chongire hovered, a little distant, a little awkward. He crossed his arms but he sat down. Numeri smiled softly and she played with Elda’s hair, undoing her pigtails and straightening them out.

“Is that better? Easier to sleep on?” she asked.

“A little… yeah…” Elda murmured as she settled and then took a big breath. “But I want a bedtime story! You promised me a bedtime story!”

Numeri giggled, “That I did, that I did…” she murmured. “Hm, let’s see… How about the story of Finderella.”

“Ooh,” Elda’s eyes shone, “that’s my favourite.”

“Glad to hear it,” Numeri said and then she glanced at Chongire, “what about you?”

“It’s not bad.” Chongire replied with a flippant gesture of his gauntlet.

“Well, you can do the prince’s voice.” Numeri said impishly.

“I’ll try.” Chongire grumbled, he didn’t think he was going to be very good at it.

Not like Numeri. She was a natural. Her tone of narration as she reeled off the story of the mermaid named Finderella was beautiful. Elda smiled, her eyes slowly closing, as she listened to Numeri’s fairy tale and by the end of it, Elda was snuggly and cosy in the bed. Numeri smiled gently and kissed Elda’s forehead.

“And Finderella lived happily ever after…” she murmured, “Good night, Elda, sweet dreams, we’ll see you in the morning.

“Okay,” Elda yawned, half-asleep, “night, night, Mama… g’night, Papa.”

Numeri giggled, a scant blush of blue to her purplish face. She glanced at Chongire who was completely embarrassed.

“Aww,” she whispered, “not yet ready to be a daddy?” she teased him.

“N-No, it's not like that, argh, darn kids these days… I’m not that old.” Chongire grumbled.

Numeri slowly edged away from the side of Elda’s bed and slithered towards Chongire. She slipped her arms around his huge, shelled forearms and snuggled in.

“Speak for yourself,” Numeri murmured, “my biological clock is ticking.”

Chongire grumbled but nothing coherent.

“I think it's sweet that Elda considers us parental figures.” Numeri said and Chongire opened the door for them.

Chongire’s guarded expression softened, “Yeah, it is,” Chongire murmured, “I guess I just wish…”

“Wish it didn’t have to be so?” Numeri finished Chongire’s sentence for him.

He nodded gravely as they continued down the halls. It was pretty lonely and very tough to grow up in the bottom of the ocean. Down an abyss where no one wanted them, except to use them like with the Witch of Delays. Cast out from the Grand Ocean, where light did penetrate the layers upon layers of water, where song and dance were commonplace. Where it was vibrant with energy and motivation and for reasons unknown, even to the adults that they were now, they had been forbidden it. Parents had abandoned them, or maybe they just came out of the squishy egg shell alone with only their instincts. Him, Numeri, and even little Elda. That was all the beats of their story - and it wasn’t exactly a fairy tale nor was it to be on the villains’ side.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed, we’re too old to stay up late, don’t you think, Papa?” Numeri teased him even after that lull of unspoken, melancholic reverie.

“Whatever you say, marm.” Chongire teased her back.

“Well, I'm the doctor and doctors always know best.” Numeri said and she stretched herself up, her sea cucumber tail wiggling unsightly, just so she could get a chance at pecking the side of Chongire’s face.

He smiled back at her, “Thanks and good night, Numeri, don’t sleep in again or we’ll all get in trouble.”

“You better take your own advice as well then,” Numeri said and there was a bittersweet hesitance to how her hands slowly receded back to herself, the slimy pads of her fingertips skating over Chongire’s exoskeleton, “good night, Chongire.”

With that, they parted and returned to their own quarters but for some reason, they both had the lingering feeling of not wanting to leave each other’s side. The heart could be very bothersome at times.

#100ships challenge #tropical rouge precure #precure #tropical rouge #numeri precure #chongire precure #elda precure #butler precure #chongire x numeri #numeri x chongire #writing tag #god i love villainous found family!!!!#also happy precure day

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ravenclaw-ftw · 4 years ago

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February Formal

Prompt: None

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader

Word Count: 2,876

Warnings: Bad writing

Synopsis: You were both left without a date to the February Formal. With you being the quiet Ravenclaw who has been focusing on her studies, and him being the stuck up one that no one wanted to spend the night with, what will they do?

ONESHOT:

You were sitting in the library late Saturday, getting ahead on some studying for your O.W.L.S. coming up. The library was quieter than usual. Yes, it was a weekend, but there were usually some people, like yourself, still working hard to prepare for the weeks ahead. Looking up from your textbook, you observed the very few others around you, and noticed the subtly red and pink flowers around the library. Usually the library is adorned with flags of the different houses and some lanterns to light the area. Turning around you see some pink sashes covering the vaulted ceiling of the library. The girls around you are wearing more makeup and perfume than usual, you could smell it. Acting a little more flirtatious with their study group.

You had completely forgot.

Tomorrow was Valentine’s day, or better known around Hogwarts as the February Formal. Everybody who is anybody attends that ball. You knew it was coming up, but you had been so occupied with your studies that it had slipped your mind.

You hadn’t been asked to go with anyone either, so that had a helping hand in you forgetting about the formal.

You gather your things and begin the long walk to your dorm. You noticed the decorations around the corridors as well, just reminding you of what awaits tomorrow.

The last few years you have gone with groups of friends. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to do that, lots of people did. You’ve been wanting to get asked, to go with anyone really. But you did have your eyes on one Slytherin since Year 2.

The blonde headed Draco Malfoy.

Your friends have teased you before about your little crush on him, but it’s not like you could help it. Under all his attitude you knew there was some good to him. Behind that ice-cold stare, there was a soft center. You think back to that first day you really interacted with him in Year 2.

Rushing down the halls to your charms class so you weren’t late, you had tripped, and dropped your books and they scattered across the corridor. Draco, also on the verge of being late to charms, saw what had happened. He didn’t hesitate to help you though. He leaned down, picking up papers and charm books with you. He looked up and said, “Charms class eh? That’s where I’m heading,” handing you your books.

You both stood and began walking to your class. “Thank you, Draco, you didn’t have to help, now we’re both going to be late,” you thanked him. “That’s alright, I wasn’t going to make it anyways. But how do you know me? Have we met before?” he asked quizzically. “Well, no, but doesn’t everyone know you? You’re probably the most infamous Slytherin, other than your father,” you explained. “I guess you’re right, I never got your name,” he said as you stood outside of the Charms classroom, most likely late, as the door was already shut. “Y/N, my name is Y/N,” you answered. “Y/N, pretty name for a pretty Ravenclaw. Just about the most normal Ravenclaw I’ve met,” he said. You blushed and looked down, “Thanks for the, compliment?” you questioned. “It is, Ravenclaws are odd sometimes,” he chuckled.

It was a simple interaction, he even gave you a compliment, as much as a compliment Draco could give. You remember it fondly as you walked into your common room, seeing your friends lounging in the few chairs scattered around the common room.

“Y/N! You’re back, now you can help me pick out a gown for tomorrow!” Luna had yelled. “You’re telling me you haven’t had this picked out for months?” you laughed back. “Well, you know how indecisive I can be,” she said as she got up. The both of you walked down to your dorm, and to Luna’s wardrobe. She pulled out the options of gowns and laid them out on her bed.

“Which do you think I should go with, the Persian blue? Or the Egyptian blue? Oh! Or this sapphire blue!” she asked you as she felt the material of each dress. “You’re telling me those are supposed to be different colors?” you laughed at her. “Well, yes of course. Ugh, I don’t know which to wear, what color dress are you wearing?” she asked. “Honestly, I forgot the formal was tomorrow, I don’t have a dress to wear,” you explained as you walked over toward the window seat. “Y/N, how could you have forgotten? It’s all the whole school has been talking about the past week. Would you like to borrow one of my gowns?” she looked away from the dresses and toward you.

“Luna, I don’t even know if I want to go this year. I love going with you guys but..” you looked out the window, wishing to see a messenger owl with a note from Draco, asking you to the ball. “Oh, I have a date. I wouldn’t be able to go with you,” Luna said simply. You spun around, “What?! And you didn’t tell me? Who is it!” you jumped out of your seat and onto her bed, chin in your hands looking up at Luna.

“Harry Potter, I thought I told you this,” she said. “Oh girl, I would’ve remembered if you did, that’s so exciting! Do you know what he is wearing? You guys should match!” you rambled excitedly. Luna giggled, “I think just simple black dress robes, hopefully the Weasley’s don’t make him wear some of their homemade dress robes.”

“Well I definitely think you should go with the sapphire blue, it compliments your hair very well,” you explained. She nodded and tried on the dress, the sleeves drooped around her shoulders and framed her collarbones. The velvet material cascaded down her body in a mermaid shape.

“That’s the one,” you confirmed. “Okay, now your turn,” she turned toward you. “Luna, I said I don’t know if I want to go,” you explained. “What? Just because no one asked you doesn’t mean you don’t have to go! And you can’t wait around forever for Draco to get the courage to ask you,” she teased, “What you should do, is go to the ball, looking so beautiful, that he won’t be able to resist you.”

“Does he even have a date for the formal? I’m not trying to be a homewrecker,” you asked. “Y/N, no offense, but girls are really intimidated by him, I don’t think he has a date. But for some reason you’re brave enough to be friendly with him,” she explained.

“You know what, you’re right. I will go, who needs a date anyways?” you said, “do you have any other dresses that would fit me?”

“Oh yes! Of course!” she started rifling through her wardrobe. You saw a peak of a light blue sleeve tucked in the back. “Wait, Luna, what’s that one in the back there?” you asked. She pulled out the dress. A cascade of light cornflower blue tulle rolled onto the floor. “Wow, where did you get that one?” you asked Luna. “My aunt made it for me for a wedding we had to attend, try it on!” she exclaimed. You discarded your Ravenclaw robes in exchange for the gown. As soon as it was laced up in the back you turned toward the mirror. You touched the material as if it was gold.

“Wow, Y/N, now you HAVE to go to the ball, Draco will be drooling all over you!” she said.

“It’ll be an interesting night now,” you hoped.

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The next day, the day of the formal, everyone was excitedly getting ready. You and Luna helped each other with hair and makeup. She went with a simple natural makeup look, while you went for simple with a bold lip. Her silvery hair was in a braided bun, while yours was in a half up, half down look with the ends curled.

Harry came to the Ravenclaw common room to pick up Luna like a gentleman. You were excited for her as they looked good together. “Y/N, would you like to join us and walk down to the ball together?” Harry has sweetly offered. “Thank you, Harry, but you two go on and enjoy yourselves, I want to go on my own,” you explained. “Have fun, don’t wait on him to come up to you, be brave,” Luna encouraged you as they left. You nodded as you sat down on a chair, watching them leave.

You tried to hype yourself up to go down to the ballroom with everyone else. All you wanted tonight was the chance to approach Draco. Possibly to get the chance to talk with him, spend some of the night with him. Maybe even get a dance with your long-time crush.

With that, you stood up, leaving the common room. Luna was right, you are brave enough to go alone. As you walked through the corridors to the ballroom, you saw your favorite Slytherin outside of the ballroom. He was seemingly alone, leaning against the stone wall of the castle.

You stopped in your tracks, not expecting to see him so soon. You were taken aback by how good he looked. He wore all white dress robes, coincidentally matching very well with your gown. His blonde hair slicked back, and his eyes looking down. You gathered yourself and approached him, without a plan really.

As your heels clacked against the cold stone floor, he heard, and looked up at you, eyes wide.

“Hello, Draco,” you smiled.

“Y/N, wow, you look stunning,” he complimented, a full compliment this time.

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you said back.

It looked like he blushed, you made Draco blush. That gave the little bit of confidence you needed for tonight.

“Why aren’t you in there with everyone? Why are you out here?” you asked him timidly.

“Well, I didn’t want to show up without a date. Crabbe and Goyle both asked some Hufflepuffs to go with them to the ball,” he looked away, almost sad.

“Did you not ask anyone to go with you? I doubt anyone would turn you down if you asked,” you questioned. You wanted to know the reason why he was alone. Did he get rejected? Was he too nervous to ask someone?

“I- I don’t know. I had someone in mind I wanted to ask, but they probably wouldn’t want to go with an arse like me,” he explained.

“I highly doubt that,” you looked down kicking your feet, slightly disappointed. That someone probably wasn’t you, because you would’ve agreed to have gone with him in a heartbeat.

“Would you want to walk in there with me? You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to,” Draco asked, finally looking at you. He noticed how beautifully done your hair was, and the way your dress hung around your body, you looked like an angel. He had wanted to ask you earlier, but he didn’t think you would want to go with him. He’s asking now because, you didn’t show up with a date, and no one had come up to you yet.

“I would love to,” you smiled. He returned your smile and held out his hand, like a gentleman. You took it as you both finally walked into the ball.

The room was decorated beautifully, white and pink sashes hung above your heads and there were flowers adorning the tables. Loud muggle music bounced off the walls, it was hard to hear Draco ask you, “Do you want to sit? I can grab us some pumpkin juice,” he offered.

“I’ll grab a table,” you answered. He split off from you to grab the drinks. You looked around and saw Luna enjoying her time with Harry, she spotted you, said something to Harry, and ran up.

“Draco asked you?!” she yelled over the music. You laughed, “Kind of, we were both without dates, he’s grabbing us drinks right now, we’ll see what happens,” you answered. “Well, with you in that dress, you got the power to make him do whatever you want,” she winked as she walked back over to Harry.

Draco came back with the drinks and sat down. You smiled at him as he handed you the cup. Slowly sipping you looked around the ballroom, this is closer than you thought you’d be with him tonight. You were ecstatic. You could fall over on your arse and it wouldn’t even care you were so happy.

“Did anyone ask you to the ball tonight?” Draco asked hesitantly. “No, actually, the past 6 years of being at this place no one has asked me. I’ve always came here with friends. I only didn’t do that tonight because everyone else got a date,” you answered and looked down. “Are you kidding?” he looked baffled. “What?” you asked, nervous that he would make fun of you or something.

“I just-“ he was cut off by the DJ saying there would be a slow song playing next.

“Would you like a dance with me?” he stood and held out his hand. You nodded and took his hand, still curious about what he was going to say, but you followed him to the dance floor anyways.

He placed your hand on his shoulder and took your waist. You looked up at him and blushed. This has made your night, it could not get better than this.

After swaying to the music for some time, your head on his shoulder, you looked up and asked, “Why were you so surprised earlier when I said I’ve never been asked to a ball before?”

He looked down to you, noticing the height difference and smiling, “Well, I’m just surprised no one would ask someone as beautiful as you to the ball.”

With your newfound bravery, you asked, “Well, in that case, why haven’t you ever asked me?”

“I thought guys would be begging to go with you, that’s why I never bothered asking. Why would you say yes to me anyways?” he questioned.

“Well that’s a silly question now isn’t it? I’m here with you,” as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, still swaying to the music. “Admittedly I’ve been waiting years for you to ask me,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“If I had known that I would’ve asked you the second I laid eyes on you during first year,” he lifted your chin up to look at him, “But I was such a child then, I didn’t have the guts to ever say anything,” he said.

You giggled, “Technically you still didn’t we ended up here together because we both didn’t have the guts to say anything,” you teased.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now, it was like a dream come true.

“And what do you mean first year? We never even spoke back then?” you asked quizzically.

“Who wouldn’t notice a beauty like you from across the great hall? In the library? Bloody hell, I almost failed our Charms class together because I couldn’t stop looking at you,” he said matter of factly.

The slow music has long since stopped but both of you have been swaying in the middle of the dance floor while people danced wildly around you. But it felt like it was just you two in the whole ballroom. You smiled up at him, admiring his sparkling eyes in the dim light. He leaned down to press his lips to yours, in a tender, careful kiss, almost as to not scare you away. Pressing back, you leaned into his touch, wanting nothing more than this for the past few years.

The kiss was interrupted by a squeal near you, your broke the kiss to turn and see what or who, that was. You saw Luna and Harry dancing near you two, and Luna got overly excited seeing what just went down. Draco looked over and only saw Harry above the crowd.

“Potter… you won’t ruin this for me too,” he glared at him. “Draco don’t blame this on me, just go take your girl and enjoy the night, don’t ruin it for everyone,” he stated.

“He’s right, let’s go somewhere more private,” you tugged on his robes, drawing his attention away from his made up drama.

Draco grabbed your hand and pulled you out away from your friends and led you out of the ballroom. “What’s your favorite dessert?” he asked as he slowed down, turning toward you. “What?” you giggle. “I have the house elves wrapped around my finger, now what’s your favorite dessert so I can get it for you,” he answers simply. You ponder for a moment, before answering, “Bundt cake.”

“Very odd choice, but alright,” he answered.

The two of you enjoyed a small bundt cake in the courtyard that night, his jacket around your shoulders as it was a cool February night.

“Thank you for tonight Draco, it’s been a perfect night,” you looked up at him after finishing the cake.

He looked over to you, and smiled, “Thank you for being the perfect date,” as he leaned down to kiss you. A perfect ending to a perfect night, it all worked out as “planned”.

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You Remind Me Of My Own Unhappiness (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,587

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A/N: A lil writing before I start requested prompt fics, which are still open btw!!!! Ngl, I've had this is my head for a while, and it turned out better than I expected!!!!! I've been reading for my horror fiction class, so I guess this is kind of based off/inspired by all of it (lots of Poe, Jackson, King, etc.) so be warned my loveliest of loves!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: You knew too much for his comfort 💕

Gif Credit: @peakycillianblinders :)

FIC MASTERLIST PARTS 1 -> 3 / WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?

The earth is soft in your palms, loose as your dig away, your fingers aching amidst the clumps and rocks. The maggots fall one by one off the bone, disturbed in their everlasting feast. Fresh in his mind, an open wound he leaves exposed, to bleed, to breath, to eat him alive. Shallow, as expected. Careless in execution. Impatient, your husband always in such a hurry. Even with this. Handful by handful, muddied, the morning dew undisturbed even as nightfall came. Smelling faintly of a sweet memory, that of the first time you kissed. The raindrops coming between you. Pulling away with a laugh, in awe, at how his beauty compared to that of a rainy day. Your shoes sinking deep, your hands clutching his arms as he pulls you from the muck, letting the slightest hint of a smile slip. The noise of that day, the plops from the pond, the quiet, yet powerful, taps of the leaves, the shudder of branches and bones alike cold from the breeze, the soft of his voice, low, teasing of all the things he'd do when you were alone. Lost, but not forgotten.

It doesn't exist here. The silence is heavy, deadly, respectful. Something he is not. Early, before the sun has her chance to even set and paint the sky. The in between, the dark not as inky as you remember, the stars fading in, resting for their show ahead. A creature of habit, your husban. Every night, at the same time, no matter what. Day by day, you grow less and less, and this becomes an ever harder task than before. Time staking, your movements slow, weary, all knowing of the journey ahead. There is an ache of gratefulness, a nod to the thoughtfulness you assumed he was lacking in, though it could have come out of selfishness none of the less. Not far from home. A quiet walk, that of seclusion. A quick pace, a tight jaw, he could have made the journey in no time. Your body was not as forgiving

No wooden box. Not eternal flame. A sheet, dirty now, and spotted in red, tangled around you. Wet and cold. The same sheets you used to wash, scrubbing clean, that thick soap smell no longer. One more thing you'd miss, the newness of this dying as each minute ticked by. That excitement, that joy, that want for anything more fades as all things do, decomposing with the rest of you. It's become a duty, an obligation, to him, to your marriage, as all things had been, or would become.

There is no where else to go. Nothing more to do. A broken routine was a broken man. Fight it, resist, and you might find him in the tub again, his spine kissing the porcelain, neck bent, waiting to sink until he finds the bottom. You might find him in the bed you shared, eyes open, never crossing that split down the middle, always faced away from your side. You might find him out, at the bar, a job, surrounded, your presence striking him, bloodying his lip. He stares, his balance off, truly shaken to his core. You are a guest he does not share, a secret he locks in his closet, a beating heartbeat under his floorboards.

So, you give up fighting, as you had the last time, and accept this battle lost. Wave your white flag, shaking yourself free of the sheets, standing uneasily on your own rotting skeketon. Step by step, your toes tearing, soles wasting, the entirety of you threatening to cave, making your way home. Tendons frayed, splitting apart. Your flesh bloated, runny, what's left is chewed away. You can feel it all. Your teeth chatter by the openings that were your cheeks, the cold passing right through you, whistling through your open ribcage. Dreadfully exposed. All of it is heavy. With nothing to hold, to cling to, you're stitched together by a single thread. You pull forward with all your strength, choking back a scream. It wasn't pain, not anymore, your nervous system long gone, but the memory of it bursts through your open chest the way it had in that moment, before everything seeped away in a puddle beneath you, and the warmth of your body grew into icy cold.

Your hair is all but gone, just like your middle. Innards spilling into your clothes, filling out, everything once protected inside catching their first taste of freedom. You give up making yourself anymore presentable. You could pass for sickly, at your best, even tired in the beginning. The bags under your eyes gone now, eaten away, the green tint to your demeanor disappeared, leaving nothing but a rotting smell. There was no hiding this, hiding the time that's passed. The flies buzz, bugs crawl freely. It's much their home as yours. You click, a tune you suspect is music to his ears, but it only leaves an ache in your hollow chest. There isn't much left of you, there isn't much more time.

How long does he want to do this?

How much longer can you?

The light streams through the windows, a welcomed warmth. You missed it. You missed that comfort, that knowledge of a place being yours. All you had left to your name was a hole in the ground, weak and muddy. Even then, few knew it was yours at all. The back door, the one only homeowners used. You could see it, your skeletal hand resting weakly on the heavy door. A night like every other. Pressing your ear to the door, listening, as if the pull from his want, his need to see you, hadn't tugged you the whole way here. This act, so small, so innocent, had lead to consequences he could never take back.

Listening, waiting, your own breath no longer a distraction, your own heartbeat no longer drumming through your veins, interrupting every word. It was the only way. Banished, shunned, turned away. Though you wrote his name, you did not share blood, a defining trait he could not look past. The business, family business, turned you away. Complicit, docile, that's what he expected, what you tried to be. Yes, Love. No, Love. For your own protection, Love, as if it hadn't been the barrel of his gun pointed at your chest.

Not everything, but enough, your first mistake was making it known. Invading his world one word at a time, overstepping boundaries with a bit of advice. That was all it took. You realized too late, none of it you could ever take back. Pleading, wide eyed, you promised not to say anything more, to keep your distance between the job, but the damage was done. He changed before your eyes. Tight, rigid, masking himself, crawling back into his shell. He trusted you, he did, but not after that. A man like him could trust no one, not even the person he married. If you knew, who else did? Even the smallest detail could be dangerous. It could coolapse his entire empire. He didn't want to, insisting there was another way, but they agreed as long as you lived, knowing what you did, none of them were safe. A family by name, hardly by choice.

So, by their insistence, he pulled the trigger.

He dragged the body.

He dug a shallow grave.

He made an elaborate story, one of belief, of half-truths, and throw away lines about your solemn departure seeking a new life, abandoning your husband for something else, each of them chipping pieces and plots to the story, anything to help them sleep a little easier.

And here you sat, the hard wood of your dining room chairs puncturing your back. There are two plates, and two sets of silverware. A candle is lit between you. Not always, but tonight it seems he's been missing you more. A napkin sits on your lap, waiting, covering the mangled mass that used to be your lower half. He sits across from you, the space between you large enough to seat the entire family. Only two, though. Everyone else has left, gone, suspecting what it is Mr. Shelby is up to, wondering why they are let go more frequently, always at the exact same time. He musters up a smile, that of pain, with horror in his eyes, finally realizing just how cruel this has all been for you. You smile back, pieces of you ripping open, your lips uncurling, splitting in two, revealing a mouth empty of teeth.

Thomas speaks lightly of the day passed. The endless dread of paperwork, the faint gnaw that someone has been following him lately, a special nod to the advice he took from you that had been successful. No thank you, though. No admittance of grief or wrongdoing, no apology, not even a word of what you were really doing here. He couldn't let go, move on, he couldn't shake the guilt that woke you each night and put you to bed hours later. You were dead, killed by his own hand, had been for quite some time. Yet, every night after the murder you joined him. For dinner, for drinks, to sleep beside him in the bed you shared since your wedding day. Step by step, decaying in your time of rest, the same thought in your mind over and over, never letting it escape your lips, you knew better from the last time: when would he let you rest in peace?

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