#ILU PEOPLE WHO SEND ME ASKS THANK U FOR MAKING MY WEEK

[muzzlemouths]

heheheohohoho..... thank you for all the Dead Mall Dare asks.... getting to answer so many over the last two days has really brightened my week and made me so so happy 💕

[iwaasfairy]

f-faiwy hi 🖤 i wanted to know .. if u had some takes.. on keiji-nii nd how he’d get his baby sister to fall in love w him n to do anything he says .. maybe 👉🏼👈🏼 if that’s okay. ilu 🖤

Lauwa ily ❣️❣️ thank you for talking about Keiji nii bc I love him and I really don’t talk about him enough

tw incest

You never knew your relationship with Keiji was off when you were growing up. You didn’t know it wasn’t usual for you big brother to ask you to sleep in his bed long after you’d both become old enough to want more privacy, because how could you have? Your parents never said anything, and though you did grow a tad bit weary of the following eyes they’d send you when Keiji held your hand when walking through the house like the lack of contact would make him sick, they never said anything. You guess it’s a bit of a family trait still to pretend like nothing is ever wrong, definitely not with the talented golden boy of the family.

It’s a miracle you even came after him, your grandma had once joked, but the sentiment stuck. All value you would ever have came from Keiji, and if you were smart, you’d stick by his side. So was it so strange that you did just that? It was only when you grew close enough with your college friends that you started to figure out that Keiji, while so sweet to you, didn’t treat you quite like a sister anymore. He hadn’t for a while. At first it was just some friends of friends asking if Keiji was your boyfriend, and when you’d laugh that he was your big brother, they would quiet a bit too quickly.

“But he kisses you on the mouth,” one of your friends had asked, a stunned grimace on her face. And though you just blurt out that you’d just always been close and it isn’t weird, it’s only then you learn that other big brothers don’t lay their little sister down on their shared bed and whisper promises while shoving their cocks into their wet slit. They don’t strip their sister down and have them sit in their laps after work to rub their cocks into the mess of cum and cream with filthy words.

“Niichan,” you pout the morning after, pushing his hand from between your legs when he pulls your back tight to his chest with your toothbrush still in your mouth, staring at him in the mirror. “You can’t play with me like that anymore,” you mumble, leaning down to spit out your toothpaste and then wash your mouth, trying to ignore the way his hard cock against your thigh makes your belly flutter. All of this is wrong, and there’s no way Keiji nii knows either. He’s so smart, so loved, he’d never do anything weird like that on purpose. “I told you it’s bad.”

“No it’s not,” he simply replies when you straighten up, brushing your hair aside to press a few chaste kisses onto the bruises already marked there.

“My friend said that-”

“Shh, shh, don’t worry so much,” he coos, “you always get so tense at the start of the week, huh?” And when your eyes meet his bright, blown out pupils in the mirror, he pushes his hand under the waistband of your shorts and panties. “Who do you trust more? Some friend or your big brother who’s always been there for you?” His soft tufts of hair tickle your cheek when he lays open mouth kisses at the crook of your neck, until you moan and his fingers slip into the wetness of your center. “Some people are jealous of us, y’know?”

The long fingers that know your body so well by now, as your breathing speeds up and you grab at the edge of the sink for support, he uses his free hand to tilt your face toward him. The kisses are deep and demanding, grabbing at your tits through your flimsy camisole as he ruts his hard cock against your hip. “I promise it’s okay. Niisan wouldn’t lie to you.” His whispers pressed against your ear make goosebumps rise on your skin, and he quickly slips one finger between your folds, followed by another. He pushes your tight walls apart a few times, then smiling at your expression. “So pretty taking my fingers, look at how much you like it.”

Any discussion leaves your mind when he curls his fingers and rolls your nipples between his fingers, melting into his strong body more with the second. “Keiji nii, w-wh— don’t leave today. Wanna stay with you, please.”

He chuckles when you rock your slicking cunny back on his fingers and hums. “Take my boxers off then,” he says, and you’re too quick to oblige. Pulling them down his muscular thighs to have his hot cock against you, doing your best to stroke him a few times. “See? We love each other, that’s why you’re getting my hand all wet.” And you nod softly, closing your eyes and resting against his strong body as his fingers move in and out, slipping another with it. “Want niisan to put it in?” You hum, pressing your face against his neck. It feels so good it’s hard to think. “Say it.”

“Want niichan to put his cock inside! Please, need it, need t’feel it. Keiji nii.” Your mewls and moans muffled against his skin as he slips his hand out of you and tugs your shorts and panties down, dripping down your thighs when he immediately pushes the hot, flushed head between your legs. “Already feel s’good, niichan. Want you.”

“I know, pretty girl, I’m all yours.” He pushes into the wet hole a few inches at a time, and groans. “Always so tight for your big brother’s cock.” He bends you over the sink when he bottoms out. “Niisan loves you, so -hng- much. More than anyone else, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, more than anyone else!”

[astheravensighs]

5 and 9 for the ask game for whoever you’re feeling atm :0 (selfship blog is noellojello btw!!)

aaaa a new friendo!! i cannot believe i haven’t followed you yet!!! gosh!! thank u so much for the ask aaaaa i love these prompts SO much??? OP u have slain me.... my heart is so full 🥺 ok lemme see lemme see

5. Do they create anything inspired by you/their selfship with you?

-Prussia would absolutely collect my merch and do reviews on it for SURE. unboxings, cosplay reviews, everything!!! he’s the guy that everyone thinks of when they think of my fanmade content,,, he runs a blog and makes moodboards and imagines and all kinds of stuff!!! he also is big on sending folks letters from me (or other characters). 🥺 o my god that’s cute...... he probably writes really soft romantic reader insert fics and doodles us all over his diaries and aaaaa.... hes as obsessive abt it as i am lol...

-Dazai would be a little more ‘elegant’ about it- he’d write character analyses and little infographics pointing out every little detail of my design and the meaning behind it. He’s the fandom’s math teacher essentially, he does all the smart people work like research and essays on the plot and stuff. he does definitely try to write some spicy fics abt me tho....

-...which Chuuya will punch him for. Chuuya would be super quiet abt it, but Dazai KNOWS and torments him endlessly lol.... Chuuya would be trying to defend my honor 🥺 he’s not as much a creator as he is a consumer, but he’s the BEST kind. comments on everything, reblogs everything, credits the creators when he posts stuff, all that kind of goodness that keeps a fandom going. all anonymously, of course- he’s a mafioso, after all!!

9. If you have multiple F/O’s, imagine them making a group chat about you or your source. Who gushes, who creates, who memes, who analyzes? What are their roles?

-Prussia is the memer, hands down, everyone else go home. he has all the reaction images of me saved and organized neatly in lil folders. he runs a BLOG abt me for gods sake. he will insist that he’s the number one fan that loved me b4 i was popular and he will meme abt anything and everything i do or say dhskfh he also has his own channel specifically for just screeching into the void abt me bc he’s a SIMP

-Dazai is a close second, he’s more of a text post/incorrect quotes type of memer. He also analyzes the hell out of things, he predicts damn near everything that happens in my story months before it does. he has sources for everything, has every chapter/episode bookmarked and probably takes notes abt them.

-Chuuya is the anonymous lurker that chimes in very rarely but when he does, it’s awesome!!! He likes to roast the hell out of everyone in the chat, esp. Dazai obviously. He occasionally will throw out a cute thought he had like ‘i thought about going on a beach date with her...’ and he’s so sweet and heartfelt that everyone is like 🥺 oh my god..... he’s the one everyone else ships with me the hardest lol.

Hskdhkdh these were SO CUTE??? SO FREAKING CUTE I CANNOT HANDLE IT AAA.... thank u dang much for asking i am screeching with joy 😭 reverse selfship aus are my FAVE ....... bless u i hope u have such a good week and month and year and life ilu 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[winetae]

1 year blog anniversary ♡

So I made it to the one (1) year mark earlier this week !!!! And I can’t help but feel a bit emo… When I look back I feel like I’ve changed a lot, not only as a person, but as a writer. I can still remember the night I posted my first fic… How I sat there for half an hour and debated on whether or not to press ‘post’. My first ever story was barely 2k words, so I can’t help but feel like I’ve grown a lot… But honestly, there were times when I felt immensely dissatisfied with my writing, and times when I thought I lost the interest I had for it as well. I’m not sure if I’ve said this before, but I don’t get the opportunity to write fiction or write in English, period. So being on this blog has been a fun way to channel my creativity, but has also been difficult because I didn’t know anything about proper grammar, etc. I think that even if I were to close this blog, I’ll have learned a lot !! That’s why I don’t have any regrets - even if there are some moments I’d rather not have a repeat of dlfkjdfl

In hindsight, I think the most rewarding thing was to know that other people enjoyed my writing… Writers have the tendency to be too harsh on themselves, and I think that being on here has made me realize that I don’t need to meet impossible standards for my writing to be enjoyed by others. So thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has sent me nice messages, or left nice things in the reblogs… I don’t say it enough, but it means the world and brightens up my days by a mile !!!!!!

Also, I really want to thank the fellow writers on here who have given me encouagement and advice !!! There are a lot of people that I want to name, but in true Ave-fashion I’m fcking tipsy right now and I’m afraid I’ll forget people if I start making a list djkfkdfj but i’m making one anyways 

- during the past year, thank you for giving me advice when I asked for it and sending me nice messages !! I think that in some shape or form your words have influenced my writing. I’m just really, truly thankful.

@dailydoseofdia @trbld-writer @the95liner @fireheart-namjoon @btssmutgalore @ellieljade @noona-la-la-la @bxebxee @yoongihime @chimdeer @bendthekneetobangtan @hungline @jeonhoney @workofteaguk @hobibliophile @drquinzelharleen

- even if we go days without talking, i always feel very comfortable speaking with you all, i never run out of things to talk about :’’) tbh all of you have brought me a lot of laughter when i needed it the most ily all dklfdjsflk words cant express how much 

@oilblotter @kittae @chinnychimchim @wonhopes @mint-tape @vankoya @rohobi

And I’d feel weird if I didn’t mention these people because 1. i love them and would sacrifice a kidney for them and 2. i think i’d have a hard time irl if i didn’t have them as friends

@joonbird - my bby i love you i’m sorry i haven’t been on social media often, but u know that you’re the only one i would talk to about shrek. thank you for always making me laugh and i miss you sm i hope that we can see each other again soon and eat lots of cake and cry over how much we want hoseok to *** us ok

@kimtrain i miss you sooo much djfdhflkdfj i think about you often and i’m so kdfjlkdfj i hope you’re doing okay i love you lots and lots like 80% of my heart is full of mj !!! TT thank you for always giving me advice and cheering me up and just DFGDFGKFGPFGK IM SO EMO i don’t know if its the wine but i’m tearing up i love you…. u really…. u really deserve the world and more

@taesthetes - my sunshine child i actually love u sm dlfkdfjkf i wish i could phrase this better but i know that i can talk to you about anything for hours and hours and that (for some reason) you’ll listen to me. you’re honestly the nicest person i’ve ever met in my life i want my kids to be like you dkfdjlg i love u thank u for always hyping me up and supporting me even if u don’t even read smut. i don’t even remember how we became friends but i can’t imagine being on here w/o you 

@tayegi dfkljfdgkjfgjj could write a five foot long paragraph on how much u mean to me but i have to keep this somewhat short right ?? anyways i think the thing i want to say the most to you is i’m sorry,, i know that you keep a lot of things to yourself bc you don’t want to burden me but i hope that i can give you lots of strength and cheer you up like you’ve done to me. i know that things are difficult rn but i’m rooting for you the most !! ily ty for believing in me even if i’m that annoying younger sibling who likes to pat ur tummy

@floralseokjin T_T well… i mean you already know that i love u the most so it feels kind of redundant to say it again..it just feels …..weird…. when i don’t talk to you, even for a day. no one else understands me like i do thats why i’m emo rn…. bc we have similar interests, i know that i can always talk to u about whtvr (be it crack porn or cheesecake) and i had a lot of fun watching things with you like pd101 every friday or the fckign edward penishand video dfkljgdklg and you can always read my mood, it feels like? like you give me space when i need it, or you encourage me when i’m frustrated and it means the most;;;;; wow i’m actually emo.. anyways now that u’ve almost got ur passport come see me soon so we can go on that bread and cake tour 

edit. dkljdsfkdjf i forgot to mention my beta reader @sexiimochi pls ur the sweetest and you’ve been so helpful also 50% of the reason my writing doesn’t suck is bc of u !!! ilu

[bangtanata-blog]

Misha’s 100+ followers’ follow forever thing ft. Gudetama, a lazy ass 2 min edit done with shaking hands, suggested by Jenny and actually done after a pep talk with Heena.

I can’t really talk about how happy I’ve become after knowing about BTS and actually becoming their fan, bc some of their songs do... help, in a way. Like, 21st Century Girls, So Far Away, 4 O’Clock, Miss Right, etc--they have.... helped me, in going through some days. I just had a bad week, month, whatever, and I was a bit stupid today bc I researched some stuff that probably shouldn’t be researched... So I thought that maybe doing a positive thing will help today after hours of listening to music proven unsuccessful.

So... here it is, a list of people, both mutuals and non-mutuals. I’m sorry if my mention annoys you or bothers you, especially if we’re not mutuals. But I just want to let you know that by making these mentions, I wanna voice out how your presence in my dash actually help me a whole lot, and that is why I’m still upset that Indonesia has tumblr blocked.

bold - mutuals / normal - non mutuals / the list is not in alphabetical orders. i will mention mutuals first. / all mentioned people have something written for them. i’m sorry if some are too long or too short. jsyk i love you all.

@clairelions​ 💜 chiara 💜 thank you for following me back that day, it made me scream internally and eternally; i was really happy when i found out about it. i really look up to you! not only bc you’re older, but you’re also nice and sweet, not to mention polite, and i really aspire to be as kind as you someday. sometimes i still laugh at my mistake in sending that anon message without clicking the anon button, but it’s really sweet over how you take it so calmly and even still accepts my anonymous messages when you know that it’s me. i love your edits, i love your jikook aus, your hogwarts aus (the hogwarts aus have a special place in my heart... i haven’t forgotten that i want to write a fic for it someday!) and many others. i hope your redbubble stuffs get more purchases, and that you’ll have a great day, don’t forget to stay healthy and hydrated. ilu 💜

@yoonkia​ - So, this is the nice thing I was talking about. I like making people happy, so this is okay, I guess. The gudetama was made in a spur of moment and tbh Gudetama is a Huge Mood but anyway, thank you so much for messaging me. I didn’t think anyone would, and I didn’t even know why I made that post. I only realized I was shaking when I saw your message, thank you. (Also, I’m more eloquent now. This is actually how I talk usually!! dhklslshd i’m sorry you had to see that strange me). I actually really like seeing you on my dash, and I’m??? always happy to know we’re mutuals even tho we barely talked dshjkfjd I hope that we can talk more;; you need to know that i’m usually funny //hEH. again, thank you 💜

@jvnckles - jENNY HAHAHAHAHA I DIDNT END UP USING MY SKETCH OF TAEHYUNG IM SORRY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THE GUDETAMA ANYWAY WWWW 💜 Jenny jenny jenny ilu it’s such a happy coincidence when i saw you on Fahreen’s blog and when I found out you’re Indonesian I just have to follow you bc!!!! aaaa!!!! I don’t regret it one bit you’re such an angel and ilu and dont let mean pouty anons get in your way, you’re amazing and lovely and you deserve a lot of good things in this world hun 💜 i wish you the best of luck with the upcoming college days lmao i hope you dont suffer like i do 💜💜 ilu nak stay strong yah wwww

@jungcock - miaAAAAaaaa we don’t talk much but youre!! such!! a blessing!! in my dash your tags are funny your text posts are funny and your fic is great ilu even tho im worried about your health bc you’re high sometimes when i see you on my dash (it’s mostlikely a culture shock-- since we don’t really get high here. it’s basically illegal anyway) but you do you, buddy, just stay healthy and safe ok?? your writing gets me motivated to do some actual writing myself lmao i hope my weakass self can actually update something soon. ilu 💜

@kookieholic - i dont see u a lot in my dash... it’s probably a timezone thing :c but you’re a sweet sweet person and ilu and thank you for existing i hope we can be friends someday 💜

@cyphertaehyungie / @kikiwho - !!!!!! i’m still amazed that you’re... following me, tbh. I love your edits, i love your posts, you sound like such a sweet person and hdsshk yeHA thank you! 💜

@hosehok - 💜💜💜 We havent talked in a few but I always get pleasantly surprised whenever I see you back on my dash. Thank you for existing, I love you.

@kimtaehyungl - You’re a constant presence in my dash; it would seem weird for me if you’re suddenly not there, tbh. I love your posts, I love your contents and your tags and honestly thank you for brightening my day, every day 💜

@taegayhyung - I don’t see you a lot too :c A timezone thing? Mostlikely. I’m sorry we never really talk, but I’m sure you’re a gr8 person 💜

@faenam - I screamed when you followed me back, still scream when I see you on my dash. You’re so... chill sometimes and actually cool but also you’re??/ cute? I don’t know how to say this properly? Am I being creepy??? dhslsgjdks anYWAY thank you for being on my dash, I love you and your contents and I hope we can be friends 💜

@taehyungtrsh - bABY (i dont know why I said that, but oh well?) thank you for following me back and thank you for interacting with me whenever we’re able to! I’m too shy to really send anything else other than asks but you’re honestly very kind and fun and just!!! thank you, you made me feel at home and at ease when I first started this blog and you made me feel like I’ve made friends in this fandom. Thank you 💜

@hobisuki - 💜💜💜 First of all, I wish you the best of luck in your upcoming college years. I’m sure that whatever path you choose you can find something good out of it and that you’ll flourish; it’s okay even if it’s not your first choice, it doesn’t mean you’ve lost your path to a bright future. There are other pathways you can take and it’ll lead you there nevertheless. Tbh wow I can quote something from So Far Away right about now lmao but yeHA goodluck bb i’m sure you can do it!! Thank you for following me and thank you for brightening my dash, ilu 💜

NON-MUTUALS MENTION START HERE

@booptaegi - Hello! First of all, I’m sorry if this mention bothered you or anything; I just want to tell you that I love seeing you on my dash, your contents make me smile and sometimes your tags make me laugh. I love.. the taegi contents..... (I just love all ot7 dynamics but dsjkhd shhhh ilu) I hope that you’ll have an amazing day today; please don’t forget to stay healthy and hydrated, don’t forget to eat! 💜

@jhsmixtape - Hello, I’m sorry if this mention bothered you or anything, but I just want to let you know that sometimes i come in the form of an anon I love seeing you on my dash. You’re funny and your interactions with your mutuals and anons make me laugh everytime! Your tags and your text posts and others are so funny as well, so thank you, thank you, for making me laugh 💜

@yoonseok - hello, I’m sorry if this mention bothered you or anything, but I just want to let you know that I love seeing you on my dash. Your gifs and contents are top notch, and you’re actually nice and p relatable dsjkdfj I’ve seen some mean anons bothering you before, and I want to tell you that whatever they may say about you, please know that I do appreciate you and like seeing you on my dash, and that although you seem awkward and super blunt, you’re actually p sweet :’) Please don’t let the anons drag you down. You’re a kind person and you deserve many good things. Please don’t forget to eat healthy and stay hydrated (as a side note though... make sure never to take too much water again :’D), I hope you’ll have an amazing day!

@jimiyoong - Hello, I’m sorry if this mention bothers you! I want to let you know that you’re a sweet sweet person esp whenever I see your interactions with the anons, how patient and mature you are, etc. I love seeing you on my dash, and as I mentioned above, your presence actually makes me happy sometimes. Thank you 💜 I hope you’ll have a nice day, please don’t forget to stay hydrated!

@vanillalattaes - 💜💜💜💜 Okay you probably already know who I am thanks to my name HJDSGHKSJD aNYWAY yeah I can’t believe this is the Grand Reveal but hey at least it’s not a stray message like how it happened with Chiara dhsklsk Hello, it’s me, Cappuccino, and no pressure over finally knowing who I am (as in you don’t have to follow me back if you don’t want to!!!!). I’m sorry if this mention bothers you, but I just wanna let you know that I’m really really happy to have you as my friend, Fahreen. I can’t stress this enough, I’m so happy to see you on my dash, mostly it’s bc I know then that you’re healthy and safe 💜Thank you for listening to my rants whether that one time on the rabbit site or through the anonymous messages. You’re a genuinely kind person and I’m happy to have you as my friend 💜 You make me happy and feel loved and honestly you’re one of the reasons why I’m so content in staying in this bts blog and in this fandom overall. I love that we both love spicy foods, I love that we can bond over cake. You’re a sweet, sweet person and I hope that you’ll have a nice day. Please don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated! Thank you Fahreen, you’re appreciated!!!

[beanplague-moved]

Tell Me with any of ur ocs?

aa thank u for the request anon!! ilu.

also for future reference please send oc related asks to @underwaterpolitics​, my oc blog. this oneshot is a longin and kinda rushed due to me being super in love with my ocs and shit.

Florence is good at keeping secrets. And maybe that’s because, for the most part, she has never had anyone to tell them to. There has never been a siren or a human so invested in what Florence has to say.

(Still, she is... hesitant to say that now, for whatever reason. She can’t exactly pinpoint it.)

Still, Florence likes keeping secrets. Secrets are small, valuable things. Like pearls, or the shiny, silver key that she swiped from Laila’s nightstand.

(She doesn’t know what it opens, but Florence was bored. Laila will probably look for it later, when she realizes it’s gone, and she knows Florence likes to take things.)

Secrets can be keys in their own right. They open doors to certain places, or people, even. They have a weight to them, coming from the most simple and the most complex places, opening the largest and smallest doors. Florence likes them a lot. Still, she never speaks of them. Any secret she has learned remains locked away, never to be spoken to someone.

Why is it, then, that this secret presses on, insistent that Florence speak it? Florence doesn’t even know what the secret is, let alone why she would tell anyone about it. Still, it continues gently tugging on her heartstrings and vocal cords. Florence doesn’t understand it at all, and she gains no clarity as it persists. She theorizes that it might be an illness.

Yes, an illness. It explains the symptoms, of course. The hammering in her chest when Laila―strong, intriguing Laila. Laila who defies siren curses and makes Florence’s face warm when she touches her hand―looks at her, sometimes. The contentment, and the little bit of excitement she feels when she looks at Troye for too long. She doesn’t understand it at all, so it must be a sickness.

She doesn’t even understand why it’s a secret. These are strange occurrences, outliers in Florence’s usual behavior. They should not make her nervous. She shouldn’t be scared of Laila or Troye finding out that she’s ill.

Yet still, when she thinks about them knowing... it makes her heart sink in her chest. Florence has never understood humans and their constant yammering about their hearts. Florence’s heart is just that, a heart. A heart that pumps her blood (very slowly, compared to humans. She’s lain upon a human’s chest and listened to their heartbeat. She couldn’t count all the times it pounded. One, two, did she miss one? she might have missed a small one.) and stops a bit when Troye smiles at her.

Maybe it’s a hex. Of course, Laila and Troye hexing someone is unlikely. They aren’t spellcasters, as far as Florence can tell, and she’s knows a lot about spellcasters. One of her victims was one, and unlike all the humans here, she spoke in a language Florence understood.

All these symptoms, this speeding of her heart and this fire that lights in her skin whenever one of them touches her, it only happens with Troye and Laila. The other one―the small, suspicious one who’s name fails to grace Florence’s memory―doesn’t do it. And Achilles―who reminds Florence of distant memories involving friendly smiles and a siren who looked like her, hunger included―doesn’t, either. (Nor does Andre, who is full of magic. Florence can tell. He smells like magic, which is hard to say, because most magic smells like an assortment of unscented flowers, but his smells like tea and the act of yearning.) So it must be a spell.

They wouldn’t do that, though. Laila and Troye don’t hate Florence. In fact, they seem charmed by her. They smile at her sometimes, when not distracted by something else, or each other. They seem so happy, when they look at each other. Florence doesn’t know why, but she wonders what that happiness must feel like. If it explains this phenomenon that has begun.

“Don’t play with your food.” Some familiar voice chimes in as Florence sorts through this explanation. She lies on the couch, staring at the ceiling, wondering what she might be feeling, if she is feeling. Sirens feel things. Things like hunger and lust and selfishness. They are creatures meant to feed on the selfishness of man. (And his flesh, but. The selfishness thing, too.) Florence knows those feelings. She’s as familiar with them as one is with a particularly good, if needy, friend. These... feelings, if that’s what they are, are foreign.

Florence keeps the secret deep in her chest, burying it beneath piles of loneliness and other sad memories (most of which involve that siren. It’s very odd. Florence doesn’t even remember their name. She knows that they looked like her. Red hair and pale skin, but it’s all blurry and smoothed out. No flaws or protruding details, still, each memory hurts just as much as the last) and closes her eyes, ready to let it drown in the lonely, memory-devouring ocean filling her ribcage.

And while she tosses and turns in her sleep, it claws its way to the shores of her mind and asks her, once again, if she would speak it.

Laila says something silly while they are eating. (Florence thinks it’s supposed to be silly. She doesn’t understand what’s being said, but Troye giggles when she says it, and he flashes a smile that makes Florence’s heart go almost as fast as a human’s does.)

She wonders if this hex has really gotten so bad, and yet she isn’t even convinced it could be a hex. It isn’t always... bad. Florence wants to smile when Troye or Laila smiles, and makes her laugh when they do. (Though she always laughs a little bit too loudly and for a little bit too long.)

It hurts, sometimes, though. When Florence things about telling them, there is this foreboding feeling that takes over her. This shipwreck in her chest that warns, do not. Yet when she thinks about not telling them, about going the entire time here without telling them, it still hurts. It pinches her heartstrings and begs her, please, do.

Florence doesn’t know what to do.

“Troye.” She whispers. They sit by the yard, on the deck. He’s so tall. Florence cranes her neck a bit to look up at him. Maybe he can keep secrets just as well as she can. “Troye.” She repeats. How could she tell him? She doesn’t know his words.

“Florence?” Troye always has this sort of sweet, gentle expression on his face. It reminds Florence of how squishy humans are. How she holds a lot of strength in her body. How she can’t bring herself to hurt either of the humans, for some reason.

“Troye.” She echoes herself again. “I...” she tries, “you.” She shakes her head a bit, and suddenly her thoughts dissolve into this cloud that blocks off all useful thought. Why can’t humans speak a better language? Why can’t Troye and Laila speak the one human language Florence knows? Why doesn’t she understand any of this? Why is it making her eyes wet?

The warm, salty fluid that runs down her cheeks isn’t apparent to Florence until Troye pulls her into a hug. It’s weird. Him touching her makes her skin heat up, and it makes her want to stop crying. Stop crying. She demands herself, but for some reason, her eyes don’t listen.

“Troye.” She murmurs into his shirt. Florence doesn’t understand why she didn’t know what Troye smelled like until now. She knows what Andre smelled like, and she knows that Achilles smells like pond, and fish. (All mermaids do.) And Laila―pretty Laila, who Florence kissed on the first day they met and didn’t feel this way then―smelled like ocean on the day Florence met her. Now she smells like soap and something familiar.

Troye smells like sweet things. He smells like sweet foods (the kind made of chocolate and some of mix. Florence has eaten them once or twice. She’s definitely seen Troye make them.)

All-consuming Troye, who wraps his arms around people who cry for no discernible reason and heals without knowing he is healing. Florence feels undeserving, but she’s not sure why. Troye is close to her, and maybe that is too much. Maybe Troye, a star brighter than others, should only stand near stars just as bright. He shouldn’t stay back and illuminate the dark, unknowing cave that inhibits Florence.

Still, Florence holds onto him tightly, because letting go would mean seeing only the dark again. She thinks he might have kissed her. Softly. On the top of her forehead, right before her hair.

“Heart.” She says, but she doesn’t think he knows what she means.

Laila is different. Laila is three weeks later, when all inopportune crying is forgotten and all sad-songs are already sung. When playfighting becomes something they do often.

Florence is strong, and so is Laila. They’re strong in different ways, however. Florence is strong in the siren way, where she has sharp nails that dig her way into more trouble and sharp teeth that aid her when she’s hungry.

(and when she is hungry, she is most definitely stronger than Laila.)

Laila is strong in the Laila way, where she swims constantly and runs when she isn’t swimming, and fights when she isn’t running. Laila is strong because she works to be, and somehow makes it look effortless.

They play in the yard, with Florence and Laila working to see who can pin the other down. That secret that Florence has keeps popping up every now and then, because Laila keeps touching Florence (which is kind of the point) and Florence’s skin keeps pricking up.

Laila manages to pin Florence down, and Florence is... confused.

Pretty girls have pinned Florence down several times before. This particular situation isn’t new. (Though Florence has a distinct feeling that this won’t end in sex, which is sad. She’s never been attracted to someone (is that what it is? attraction? it seems like more than that, somehow) like she is to Laila. Yet looking up at Laila is... nice.

Because Florence remembers, quite suddenly, that she’s kissed Laila before. Florence has never particularly cared about kissing. It’s not food, and it’s not sex, and those are two of Florence’s greatest pleasures in life.

(The list goes,1. food.2. sex.3. seashells and other trinkets. (they count as one item, and that item is “shiny things that can be found on a beach)4. kissing. (and that was because it usually led up to 2.)

Florence doesn’t really know the rules about kissing. When she did it the first time, with Laila, it seemed unwarranted. (She was doing it to transfer a curse. A curse that Laila already had, but still. It didn’t mean anything, so why does she think about it now?) She knows that Troye and Laila kiss, a lot. They talk and kiss and touch, for seemingly no other reason than enjoying it with each other. It’s incredibly strange, to Florence.

Yet Florence still really, really wants to kiss Laila. Not even for any implications to where it might lead, but so that she can kiss Laila. She examines Laila’s expression, which goes from joy at winning their playfight to a sort of curious look. And then,

And then Florence can’t say anymore, because Laila―pretty Laila, smart Laila, strong Laila, beautiful Laila―kisses her.

Florence barely has time to process it. She feels Laila’s fingers stroke the end of her red hair, and she holds on tightly to this. This moment and this warmth and this kiss.

“Yeah,” Laila says, when she pulls away. She looks at Florence with this sort of amazed look, and Florence is kind of impatient. Can’t there be more kissing? “Yeah. Troye was. Troye was right.” she knows Florence can’t understand her. Why is she talking when they could still be kissing?

They kiss again, and Florence gets the feeling that Laila is confessing to something in it. “Like you.” Laila whispers when they pull back again. “I like you.” And then she chuckles. “I’m really glad you can’t understand me.”

Heart, Florence thinks, I like you. It has to mean that. It has to.

this got way fuckin out of hand and. it needs work? like, not pictured: troye and laila having a talk about their mutual affection for florence. and this is like a weird au where they’ve known florence for longer. (their romance is a lot slower and less jarring from their specific perspectives, and they have a Good Honest Conversation about their feelings for her and their polyamory situation, should there be one.

also florence 100% cries with a completely blank expression. :’I. it florence.

these are my shitty ocs and you’re watching disney channel.