#Stronger than the Undertow

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Out of this selection of my romantic F/Os...

[kurokawaia]

❛ Enemies to lovers ❜

Uchiha Sasuke X Fem!Reader

| SFW | REQUEST? yes | ! headcanons !

WC; 1.6k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; sasuke is a trigger warning by himself, not anything suggestive but sasuke is mean guys bsf. Prerouge!Sasuke X fem!Reader & Rouge!Sasuke X fem!Reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: @bejeweledgirl - Hiiii!! Could you please write Sasuke x reader enemies to lovers head canons? Thank you !!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a/note :: also, Julie, by any chance do we follow each other on wattpad, or am i tweaking? but other than that, i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

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Konoha path (before he leaves the village - meeting him in Konoha)

Well, if we are talking about how you two meet in Konoha, it will have to start back at the Academy. Sasuke just hated you for no absolute reason, but then he grew a reason—he thought you were weak and a nuisance. He thinks that you shouldn't even belong in the Academy. Fact is, you are quite strong, but he refuses to see that because he already set his mind that you are below him.

It all started when you two were put into the same team—Team 7—and then that just made him realize your abilities weren't that useless after all. But he still believed you were weak, with no business to be a ninja. This had you start to hate him, too. You started hating his cold demeanor, how avenging his clan and getting stronger seemed to be his whole personality.

But for all your mutual agrender, at times you just so happened to glimpses of his competence and prowess that forced a value to admire. On the field, you two would watch other back without being asked which in itself was a wordless testament to the amount of confidence one possessed in other. But you two would go back to silently hating each other after those moments, Sasuke being more open about it now.

Sasuke's thoughts: 'I have to keep an eye on her because she's too weak to be left on her own devices.' You're: 'I don't get it, really; why does he think I am so weak? Maybe I've got to show my teamwork up a little better.'

Those moments, when they came, made you wonder if all that hatred ran so deep. You are almost cordial with each other during fights, but that's not it. It's the both of yours mentality that has you seeking each other out during battle, protecting each other subconsciously. But that icy wall that stands between you refuses to thaw a single degree outside of combat.

However, in the time he is there, you notice the way his gaze lingered on you, post-battle, just a little longer than appropriate, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes when he thought nobody else was watching.

He had one mission where he had to react out of the ordinary, to ensure that your weak ass wasn't getting hurt. The straw that broke the camel's back was during one particularly tough mission. With nowhere else to go and severely outnumbered, you took a terrible injury. Sasuke's reaction was instant, and his protective instincts overpowered his usual detachment.

Fight with an emotion you had never seen, he puts your safety before his own and then after he bets himself with the mission. Sasuke had wasted precious time to save you during a mission? Impossible. Unconsciously, he knew you were weak and helped you before you got killed.

You obviously thought you were going to die.

Ever since, the dynamics between the two of you had changed. Sasuke, still aloof, started to look for you during training sessions, though his form of critique was of a lesser degree—more constructive than hurtful. At some occasions, he would even ask you for some help, but he was obviously abrasive about it.

The banter was aggressive in the beginning, but now it was tinged with the undertow of mutual respect, and both you and Sasuke started to look forward to these moments. The trust was not strong, for both took it as something fickle—a bridge that connected the gap between enemies and allies.

You found out more about Sasuke's character than the one he usually let out as you guys spent more time together: his dry sense of humor; the way his eyes softened whenever he deemed necessary to mention something about the past, be it ill or good; his unwavering determination to protect those he held dear.

Your relationship shifted irreversibly; the sharp enmity that earlier defined your interactions was replaced by a deep, wordless fellowship. You realized how thin that border between enemies and lovers can be, and that the most profound relationships often come about in the crucible of quiet understanding and shared struggles.

It was more or less this that almost drove Sasuke out from the village, and at the end of it all, what had begun as hating for each other soon developed into something much larger than life itself.

Your relation toward Sasuke was the way to understand this and to acceptance. You hadn't made your best effort to drag him back to the village, didn't shed any tears because this is what Sasuke really wanted, you were going to acknowledge.

Right there and then when you spoke on how you felt he swore something heating grew inside of him. You weren't going to be mad at him, not yell at him for his decision.

Rouge Ninja path (after he left the village - meeting him while he's a rouge)

You met Uchiha Sasuke under the worst of circumstances. Just allied with Orochimaru, your mission was to keep an eye on him, work just as dangerous as it was interesting to you. Sasuke, brooding and standoffish, made it clear he hated every moment of your company.

To him, you were a shadow unwanted, a living reminder of all his failures and entanglements. You found some strange fun in needling at him, maybe to cover up your own insecurities. Very soon, you could see his gorge rise at your constant presence.

From that very moment, when you met, there was electric tension between the two of you. It smoldered in his narrowed eyes whenever you entered a room and tightened into a set jaw when you spoke.

"You're in my way," he would growl, with a hint of venom in his tone. Yet you never backed off. If anything, you pushed harder, finding glee in the cracks of his iced exterior. "Is that so, Sasuke? Or do you just hate that I'm not afraid of you?"

Every mission together was a war of minds. You were good, obviously so, and it got on Sasuke's nerves. He couldn't stand the way you apparently predicted his moves, the way you pushed him. But more than that, he hated how your presence made him feel: torn apart.

But part of him had begrudged your strength and wit, even if he would never say it out loud. You could feel it in the way his eyes flickered with something almost like appreciation when you pulled off a flawless jutsu or handled some tricky situation deftly.

Despite the undercurrent of tension, there were moments when camaraderie would surprisingly reveal itself. One evening, after a really tough training session, you found yourselves sitting next to each other and watching the sunset.

The silence was comfortable, which was rare between the two of you.

"Why did you come to Orochimaru's side?" Sasuke asked abruptly, his voice softer than usual. You turned to him with surprise at the question. "I have my reasons," you said mysteriously, looking out toward the horizon. "Just like you."

Something shifted in you both the first time you were ambushed during a particularly brutal mission. Outnumbered, you found yourselves fighting for survival, quite literally, with your backs to each other. And something in you both shifted in that instant. You both were no longer enemies but reluctant allies.

Your synchronicity was perfect—an unsaid understanding that passed between you. As the dust settled and the enemies lay defeated, you turned to him, breathless and bruised. "Not bad, Sasuke," you said, a real smile breaking through your usual facade. For a split second, you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward.

You became less aggressive toward one another from that time forward, and begrudging respect replaced the hostility. Sasuke still rolled his eyes at your antics, but you began to notice how his gaze now lingered a little longer, the way he sometimes sought out your opinion. The walls he built around himself were high, but he found satisfaction in every small crack you could create.

And Sasuke, though he'd never say it aloud, looked forward to your company, your banter, and your presence.

There would come times when the barrier between you seemed impossible to breach. The memories of his clan, his brother, and the darkness he had covered himself with to amass power would have him closing off. You understood pain and loss, having your share of the scars, and sometimes in those rare quiet moments, you shared bits of your past with him. He listened, not always responding, but you knew that he'd heard you. And it was in those moments that the chasm between you seemed a little to narrow.

It was on one of those quiet evenings, both of you resting by the campfire, that the tension broke. You were teasing him about his brooding nature; he snapped, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close.

"Why do you always have to annoy me?" he growled, his voice low and heavy with restraint. You held his gaze, your heart pounding. "Maybe because I see something in you that you refuse to see in yourself," you whispered. His grip tightened a fraction before loosening, his expression unreadable.

For an instant, the space between you disappeared. Sasuke's hold relaxed, his eyes questing yours. And then, the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, hard, demanding. A kiss riddled with that pent-up frustration, anger, and undeniable attraction that was building up between the two of you. The moment you both pulled back, out of breath, your gaze locked in with his, and the anger or annoyance that swam there previously was replaced with something deeper—something that you both had been denying for far too long.

The following days were emotional ones. You and Sasuke continued training and taking up missions, but now there is a new layer in your relationship with each other. The stolen glances, subtle touches, occasional tender moments when one thought nobody else was looking.

Sasuke began to realize that life offers more than vengeance and power—companionship, trust, maybe even love.

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Enchanting

Eris x Witch!OC (Anastasiya)

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Summary: Rhysand betrays the female who thought he loved her, she leaves to find comfort in Autumn

Cw: Pregnancy, Rhys cheating

part one

Anastasiya was nearly bouncing on the seat she was sitting in all excited, Madja had taken her blood to test her, she felt it in her, but she wanted it to be confirmed by a healer. She'd asked Azriel to accompany her who watched her with a smile.

She'd been with Rhysand for a couple centuries, he'd asked her to marry her before he'd been held prisoner in Under the Mountain, and now that he'd been back for a couple of months. Anastasiya and Rhysand had resumed the wedding planning in full force, and she was excited to marry the male she loved.

As they waited anxiously for Madja's return with the results, Azriel reached over to gently squeeze Anastasiya's hand, offering comfort and reassurance. His hazel eyes sparkled with warmth and affection as he gazed at his oldest friend.

In the brief time since Rhysand's return, the Velaris court had buzzed with renewed energy and joy. The Night Court's High Lord and his bride-to-be were the epitome of star-crossed lovers, their bond stronger than any curse or darkness. Their upcoming nuptials promised to be a spectacular celebration, blending the elegance of Faerie with the passion of the mortal realm.

Anastasiya's mind wandered to the lavish preparations underway - the intricate lace adorning her wedding gown, the fragrant blooms that would adorn the ceremony space, and the delectable feasts planned for the reception.

In recent weeks, Rhysand had started to spend a lot of his time with Feyre, the female who had helped free them, Anastasiya was thankful to her for bringing her fiance back and she just hoped Rhysand would be as happy with the new development.

"It's positive, Ana," Madja smiled, walking into her room, "You're with child."

"I knew it." Anastasiya squealed, a wide smile full of happiness spread across her face, jumping up to hug Azriel, his wings and shadows wrapping around her in comfort and almost in protection, she rested her hand on her abdomen, stroking her soft stomach slightly, "Rhys would be so happy!"

The news brought a wave of euphoria to the usually composed female. Her heart swelled with joy, her future filled with hope and promise. A baby, a tiny piece of herself and Rhysand, growing inside her womb, it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Azriel pulled her closer, his strong arms enveloping her as she leaned into him. He could see the love and fear flicker in her eyes, a reflection of the myriad emotions coursing through her veins. But he was there, steadfast and unyielding, a pillar of support.

"You will make a wonderful mother, my love," he murmured softly, his voice carrying a gentle undertow of pride. "I'm going to be an uncle." Azriel chuckled, hugging Anastasiya tight, chin resting on the top of her head, "Mother, that's amazing."

Madja smiled, handing Anastasiya the results she got from her blood, she was healthy and pregnant. Pregnant with the heir of the Night Court.

"Don't you have someone to tell, Stasiya?" Azriel smiled softly, watching her giddy with happiness.

"Rhysie! Gotta tell Rhys!" Anastasiya nodded, wearing her heels and rushing out

With a final reassuring pat on her back, Azriel watched as Anastasiya rushed off, her excitement palpable even from afar. It warmed his heart to see her so happy. Azriel turned to Madja to pay her.

Anastasiya's mind was filled with ways she could tell Rhysand as she looked everywhere for him. She reached close to the cabin by winnowing when she'd decided she would tell him face to face normally.

"Morri!" Anastasiya smiled seeing Mor, but when Mor smiled, it didn't reach her eye. "Do you know where Rhys is? Is he inside? He told me he'd be in Illyria... I've been everywhere." She spoke fast.

"Ana..." Mor looked at her with alarm in her eyes, "Come on, honey, Rhys is back in Velaris."

Anastasiya looked at her with confusion, "No, he's not...? I searched for him everywhere there, he's got to be around here."

Mor grabbed her hand to pull her away, not wanting to see what was happening inside the cabin, "Come now, Ana, let's go to the townhouse."

"Mor is something wrong?" Anastasiya tilted her head at the frown on Mor.

"Nothing, everything is fine, we should go." Mor tried to pull Anastasiya but it was futile, her body didn't move an inch.

All the joy the news of being pregnant had made her died the second she ignored Mor and looked through the cabin windows and saw them, Rysand was inside, cuddling Feyre from behind while Feyre was cooking.

Anastasiya stood frozen, her world shattering around her as she witnessed the intimate scene unfolding before her eyes. The man she loved, the father of her unborn child, cradling another female in his arms with such tenderness and affection. It was a sight that seared itself into her memory, each detail etched with agonizing clarity.

The once vibrant colours of the world seemed to fade, replaced by a dull, aching grey. The joyous news of her pregnancy now felt like a cruel joke, a mockery of the life she thought she had built with Rhysand.

Tears streamed down her face as she stumbled backwards, unable to tear her gaze away from the betrayal playing out before her. "What... What is that?"

The love and tenderness between Rhysand and Feyre, once a mere acquaintance, now blossomed into something deeper. A pang of betrayal and hurt coursed through Anastasiya's veins, threatening to consume her.

Her initial elation at at starting a family with the man she adored, crumbled beneath the weight of this revelation. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation.

Mor's attempts to guide her away only served to fuel Anastasiya's anguish. She couldn't tear her gaze from the window, transfixed by the sight of Rhysand's hands caressing Feyre's waist, his lips trailing kisses along her neck.

"Ana..." Mor began softly, still keeping a distance.

"What's that," She asked again, tears stinging her eyes, "Don't lie." Anastasiya's chest tightened, each breath becoming more laboured as she grappled with the reality of the situation. Her world seemed to tilt on its axis, the ground shifting beneath her feet.

She blinked away the tears welling in her eyes, trying to focus on Mor's concerned face. Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought against the rising tide of despair.

"This isn't what it looks like, Ana," Mor said, her voice laced with empathy. "Feyre saved us all. We owe her our lives."

"But…" Anastasiya's voice trailed off, the word caught in her throat. She couldn't deny the evidence staring back at her. Rhysand's hands on Feyre, the way he looked at her, it was clear how he felt about the female, because it was exactly how he looked at her.

"They're mates..." Mor whispered softly, "Rhysand asked us to not say anything, I didn't want to hurt you."

The words hit Anastasiya like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Mates. The bond that transcended all others, the connection that bound two souls together for eternity. It explained the intimacy, the familiarity between Rhysand and Feyre.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, tinged with a mixture of disbelief and pain. "Mates," she repeated, the word tasting like ashes on her tongue. "And here I thought I was his, that we were building a life together."

The realization that she had been nothing more than a placeholder, a temporary comfort until his true mate came along, cut deeper than any blade ever could. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision as she stumbled backwards, away from the cabin and the shattering of her dreams. "I need to leave."

"Please, let him explain. Let me explain." Mor reached out for her but Anastasiya recoiled.

Anastasiya shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she backed away from Mor. The very thought of listening to explanations, of hearing Rhysand justify his actions, was unbearable. "I don't want to hear it."

The Night Court shook with the cry of the furious little witch that stood in the townhouse, Anastasiya sobbed, filled with anger more than sadness as she pushed her things into a bag, her mind racing to where she could go, she wanted to disappear, never see any of the people who had lied to her ever again.

Rhysand was currently cheating on her, cheating on her with Feyre, his mate. He hadn't told her he had found his mate. Anastasiya felt stupid, all his claims of love were fake, she shouldn't have believed him when he said he would love her if she wasn't his mate.

He'd been courting her behind everyone's back. Cassian and Amren knew too, she and Azriel had been kept out of the loop. The revelation that her closest friends had known about this secret, yet chose to keep it from her, only added salt to the wound.

With trembling hands, Anastasiya zipped up her bag, the sound echoing in the empty room. She cast one last glance around the space that had once been filled with laughter and love, now tainted by the bitterness of deception.

As she stepped out into the hallway, ready to leave this place behind forever, a sudden wave of dizziness overtook her. The room spun, and she reached out to steady herself against the wall, her free hand instinctively cradling her stomach. The reminder of the life growing within her, a product of her love for Rhysand, only intensified the ache in her heart.

"Stasiya..." Azriel moved from his shadows behind her, she'd always been able to tell where he was but this time she didn't have a clue this time.

"Why would he do this to me?" Anastasiya sniffed, turning on her heel to press her face into Azriel's chest, holding him tight.

"I'm so sorry, darling..." Azriel comforted her, hand stroking her hair, "How can I help?" he cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears away.

"I... I need to get out of here..." Anastasiya's lip quivered, feeling a sudden flip in her emotions. "I... Need to go to Autumn... I have friends there, I want them."

The Autumn witches, Anastasiya had been friends with them for a long time, and only Azriel was the one who knew that part of her life, the only one she had told she was a witch. He was the only one who knew her.

Azriel's heart broke seeing Anastasiya in such distress. He held her close, letting her cry into his chest as he stroked her hair soothingly. "Shh, it's alright, I've got you," he murmured. "We'll get through this together."

He understood her desire to escape, to surround herself with familiar faces and comforting memories. The Autumn Court held a special place in her heart, a sanctuary untouched by the recent revelations.

Azriel cupped her face tenderly, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "Of course, darling. I'll take you there myself. You deserve to be surrounded by those who truly care for you." He picked her up, one arm under her knee and the other her neck to pick her up. His shadows supported her things in the air.

Azriel flew fast, court to court, over the waters till the Autumn trees came into sight, he landed between where Autumn met Spring, a quick loophole to avoid detection by either High Lords, in the time he'd been flying, Anastasiya had fallen asleep. He momentarily walked around the woods, trying to find the hut his friend had described plenty of times.

While he was looking for the hut a female appeared in front of him, "By the Cauldron, is that Anastasiya?"

Azriel watched the female, his shadows hissing at her power but not approaching her, he noted her unusual green eyes, bright red hair, and the way he could sense her power that his friend always talked of, "Are you Aradia? My friend need you, please."

"Yes," Aradia nodded, flashing before him, glowing red, sensing something that wasn't right, demanding. "What happened to her? WHO HURT HER?"

Azriel couldn't help but flinch at the powerful tone, he'd never actually felt a witch's power over him, "She'll tell you that herself, but she wished to be with you, please help her."

It was his genuine tone that softened Aradia, "Of course, I will." She took Anastasiya from him, "Do not tell anyone she is here now."

"I wasn't planning on it... Thank you." Azriel nodded in his farewell before he flew out.

Aradia cradled Anastasiya in her arms, her keen senses picking up on the faint aura of pregnancy surrounding the younger woman. A pang of protectiveness surged through her veins.

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The Little Smiling Mermaid (Chapter 8)

Guess what kind of feral edgelord gremlin has eight legs and one bad attitude? 🔮 Also double the musical numbers, double the fun! :D

As Damien rested under a tree to take his mind off his blunder, his eye briefly caught Pim, plus a reluctant Alan and Glep, all swimming off with the unscrupulous eel taking them somewhere. Damien closely inspected with open ears as they swam farther, catching wind that he was taking them to see a miracle worker who could grant one's heart's desire, and in Pim's case, legs. Knowing right away that something was a miss, he followed the party in an attempt to set right what he did wrong. "Pimberly, no!" Damien cried, catching up from behind. Pim whipped his head back and shot the nastiest glare he ever gave towards him. "Look, I know we've been distant for so long, but you gotta believe me, I tried to tell him not to destroy-" Pim furiously chewed out Damien: "You left me behind like Amy did and joined in with the rest of the family ostracizing me and Graham for years and NOW you want to have anything to do with me? Not to mention snooping around and revealing where I was hiding!? IS THIS JUST A SICK JOKE TO YOU!?" Damien backed away, not used to the usually sweet and passive mercritter just now unleashing his wrath. "Pimberly...It wasn't my choice...I tried to stop it...please don't follow this guy, I have a sneaking suspicion you're getting tricked!" he fruitlessly pleaded, Pim replied before swimming off in a huff, not looking back: "Why don't you go tell our father? You're good at that!" Damien stayed in place, witnessing the headstrong Pim trail off once again, before his conscience nagged at him to at least quietly follow and make sure his littlest sibling wasn't getting into trouble.

~

Charlie woke up in the twilight hours of the night, after one peculiar dream where he was about to propose to Mipnessa in front of his friends, family, and nameless background peons until the mysterious rosy-haired stranger emerged from the sea in a sparkling blue dress to lure him away with her beautiful voice; Next thing he found himself breathing underwater and the beautiful mystery lover he swam with turned out to be a mermaid. Charlie immediately recalled the time-around these hours was when he first met the pink maiden. Suddenly having a hunch he might get another change to reunite with “her”, Charlie carefully tip-toed outside to run out to the beach side near his castle, observing closely on every corner, yet still no sign of the mystery critter (yet). Perhaps “she” was angry over “her” cloak being given away to someone else, or maybe “she” was just waiting for the right time to save him again. Feeling overwhelmed, Charlie had to let it all out: “All I ever wanted was the open sea and sky.... freedom from the life I always knew... now all I am is haunted as days and hours roll by, all I ever think about is you…” Charlie felt the wind blowing in his face and the waves becoming stronger as he poured more of his feelings into his song: “There you are, over me, taking me with your song... to wild uncharted waters~ Miles beyond the sea! I was darkness-bound, I had almost drowned 'til you came around, and you found me!! Now I am on the shoreline but I'm still lost at seaaa! in these wild uncharted waters, come find me...again...” Suddenly it all came back to Charlie, the wild party that went off the hook and lead him to that fateful encounter, oh how it started to rev up his adrenaline. “All I do is wonder who you are and where you'll be~ In my mind, your melody goes oooon~ stronger than the undertow~ The night you rescued me, silhouetted by the rising dawn~” Vivid flashbacks haunted Charlie's memory, it all became clearer now: the loving, gentle critter who sang to him after saving his life juxtaposed to the sting of guilt he felt over how he just-so happened to be Mipnessa's suitor. How's he gonna explain this dilemma? "Oh, over you...I cannot get over yooou in wild uncharted waters beyond where man can see~ when your eyes outshine the horizon line~ and you're finally real, here beside me~ Now I'm right here on the shoreline~ I'm right where you left meee! And your voice is like a siren that guides me to wild uncharted waters~ alone, just you and meee! And I hope you're there in the open air~ There's no map or compass to guide me! No time may change the shoreline but time will not change meeee~!" Charlie faced the roaring tides, singing one last passionate vent of frustration and love: "If it takes my life, I will finally find you aaaagain!~ In uncharted waters, come find me aaagaaaain!!!~"

~

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in." An ominous voice echoed from inside a freaky-looking cavern fashioned out of a long-dead sea beast's remains, with crop of long spindly vines to have long-claimed it's dominance over the massive corpse as a long period of time passed, much of which made some admittingly cool-looking curtains. As Pim (hiding Alan and Glep in his hair) slowly proceeded, he felt as if where stringy little hands trying to reach out to him, as he turned around he was surprised to find that some of the vines decorating the cavern where seemingly trying to hold him back from potentially making a decision he'd regret for all time. Pim had finally caught a glimpse at the fabled sea witch himself, lounging on an anemone sofa and casually watching a couple bicker on his crystal ball. The sea witch casually muttered: "Oh yeah, and don't go lurking in my doorway like that, that's just annoying." Pim swam inside the witch's room and curtsied, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a bother...My name is-" The witch sassed back: "Honey, you're a critter that needs no introduction! I know all about you! You're the little scamp who fled from that ever-burning shipwreck of a palace!" Pim felt creeped out. "How do you know about me?" The witch let out a bold laugh, getting off his sofa and putting on some theatrics as he swam around Pim with a doting voice: "I'm kinda like your guardian angel watching over you, making sure everything would lead to you finding me so I could make your biggest dream come true...they call me Grim around these corners." Pim greeted: "Thank you helping me, Grim." Grim got down to business, further elaborating: "Now, then, you're here... because you have a thing for this land critter, this uh...Prince fella?" Pim replied: "Not only that, but because the surface is such an amazing place and I'd love to further explore it! My father always told me it was cruel and uncaring, but from what I've seen it's gorgeous and full of life!" Grim couldn't help but remark: "You must be real easily-amused, because from what I've seen, it's more boring than dangerous....not that I blame you. That land critter is quite a catch, isn't he?" Pim grinned and nodded in agreement. "Well, angelfish, the solution to your problem is simple! The only way to get what you want is to-" "-become a land critter myself!" "Woah there, bloke, did I ASK for you to cut me off?" Pim bowed his head in regret, "I'm sorry." Grim put his finger under Pim's chin and pushed it up so they'd meet eye-to-eye, only for the shy critter's pupils to trail off. "But, of course I can do that, that's what I do! It's what I live for: to help poor little bastards like you who have no one else to turn to!" The music started up, Alan and Glep (plus Damien spying in a blind spot) anxiously anticipated what this magician had up his sleeve.

"I admit that in the past, I've been a little nasty~ They weren't kidding when they called me a real sunnovabitch! But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways! Repented, seen the light and made a switch True? Yeeees~ And I fortunately know a little magic, It's a talent that I aIways have possessed! And here lateIy, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf Of the miserable lonely and depressed-" Grim couldn't help at make a side-glance with a snark- "Pathetic."- before continuing his song. "Poor unfortunate soooouls~ In pain, in neeeeed~" He conjured up an image of two of his past clients, a weakling shrimp and a brunette mermaid with lovely green eyes and freckles, both of which looked down in the dumps. "This one longing to be stronger, that one's a pretty lonely girl! And do I help them?" He altered the images to make it so that not only they where happily wed, but that the shrimp possessed a true "Alpha Male" physique. "Yes, indeed!" Grim made the images vanish, continuing: "Those poor, unfortunate souls~ So sad, so true! They come flocking to my cauldron, crying: Spells, Grim, please! And I help them? Yes, I do! Now it's happened once or twice, Someone couldn't pay the price..." Everyone witnessing Grim got increasingly nervous. "...and I'm afraid I had to rake 'em across the coals!" Grim grinned menacingly, before he waltzed across the room and wrapped his head around some curtains: "Yes, I've had the odd complaint! But on the whole I've been a saaaaint~ To those poor unfortunate sooooouls!!" He took Pim by the hand to his cauldron in preparation for the spell.

"Now, here's the deal...." Grim conjured another image, a silhouette of Pim happily skipping around with legs. "Listen closely...I'll make you a potion that'll give you legs for just three days, take it or leave it, before the sun sets on the third day, you've got to get dear old Princie to fall in love with you! All you need is a kiss of true love to seal-the-deal and make you a land critter permanently!" Pim gulped, asking: "...and if I don't?" Grim made the image vanish as he hissed: "You'll dissolve into seafoam, never to be seen or heard from again." Alan cried out: "NO!" before the vines grabbed his mouth. "Have we got a deal?" Uneasy, Pim opined: "If I become a land critter forever, I'll never see my friends again." Grim reassured: "But, you'll have your man, and your family will finally get off your back!" Pim realized how safer he'd feel with them, especially his father, out of the picture. Grim expounded: "Life's full of tough choices, innit? Oh yeah, one more thing: we haven't discussed the subject of payment! You can't get something for nothing, you know." Pim admitted: "I don't have any-" before Grim ultimately cut him off, wagging his finger: "Oh nonono, I don't ask for much really, something so insignificant that you won't even miss it! What I really want from you is....your voice." "...my voice?" "You got it, Pinkie! No talking, singing, zip." "But without my voice, how can I talk? I don't even know sign language and I guess I could write on paper-" Grim rolled his eyes and snapped out: "COME ON! You poor unfortunate sooooul!! Go ahead, make your choice!" Grim immediately got to work tossing ingredients in the cauldron as he prattled off: "I'm a very busy critter who doesn't have all day! It won't cost much, just your voice! You poor unfortunate sooooul! It's sad, but true~ if you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll! Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll!" Gnarly presented the scroll to Pim, who hastily wrote it down to the horror of Alan, Glep and the stealthy Damien. Gnarly swam up to Grim and whispered: "Boss, we finally tricked the boy!" Grim belted out with a miraculous spin as the potion was completed: "THE BOSS IS ON A ROOOOOOOOOLL!!! THIS POOR UNFORTUNATE SOOOOOOOOOOOOUL!!!!" Gnarly opened a book of spells, black leather-bound with a gilded sigil, turning to a particular page Grim read off: "Paluga, sarruga, come winds of the Caspian Seaaaaaaa~ Now rings us glossitis and max laryngitis la voce to meeeee!!!!" Grim, looking like an unhinged madman pointed towards Pim, commanding: "Now...sing." Doing as he was told, Pim sang like the last time, but instead the deep admiration and jealousy where replaced with uncertainty, fear and hoping for the best. Pim helplessly witnessed his own voice escaping his mouth, entering Grim's iconic seashell necklace to be sealed for lord-knows how long. Grim once again reassured, yet with a tone less faux-comforting and more intimidatingly: "Don’t worry, I’ll keep it safe and soundless here with me..." Emerging from the cauldron was a small glass vital that Grim caught with one of his tentacles, presenting it to Pim. "On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate that?" Pim opened his mouth, until realizing what he just traded for the potion, so he raised his stubby hands with all his fingers up on the left and only one finger up on the right. "There you go, now slug that sucker down! Bottom's up!" Pim opened the bottle and drank from the tiny vessel until there was no more...all of a sudden Pim started glowing as sparks of light started bursting around him, it was as if fireworks got set off in the room, then he suddenly felt a sharp pain slash at his tail, as if a sword was slicing him in half. He wanted to scream in pain but he could no longer feel his gills as all of a sudden the poor critter could no longer breathe underwater. Scared out of their wits, Alan and Glep immediately rushed over to lift Pim and guide him out of Grim and Gnarly's lair and upwards towards the surface.

Damien couldn’t believe what he bore witness to, his littlest sibling, let alone any mercritter for that matter, successfully gaining legs and becoming a land critter. Still, he didn’t trust Grim nor Gnarly one bit. He sprang out of his hiding spot to confront them. “You! What have you done?!” Gnarly quipped: “Hey boss, another costumer.” Grim joined in: “Well if it isn’t all-brawn and no-brains himself: the Fresh Prince of Meeplantica?” Damien scowled, demanding: “I’m NOT letting my littlest sister turn into sea foam!” before slumping in a rare vulnerable disposition, groveling: “…I’ll do anything to prevent such a thing….not my Pimberly…” Grim grinned, asking: “Anything, you say?” Gnarly immediately piped up: “Shave your head bald and eat dirt, then will spare-“ Grim cut his dimwitted henchman off by wrapping one of his tentacles around his face, prattling off: “As I meant to say, I’d be delighted to spare your little Pimberly! But first, you must fulfil a super important task! It'll be hella difficult but don't fret! It's all gonna work out in the end..."

Everything had been a blur to Pim ever since he took that quaint little potion, all of a sudden being underwater like he always had been his entire life now felt completely alien to him, not to mention he had to get used to swimming without fins, let alone gills. Just in time for the break of dawn, Pim dramatically emerged from the sparkling waves while flipping his rosy curls back, taking his first breath of fresh air as a land critter before being lead by his two brave friends to a nearby shore. Alan served the former sea Princess some pep talk in his usual air of monotone sass: "Come on now, Pim, you just have to put your back into it!"

✨ Chapter 9 Arrives September 6th ✨

[ranchracoon]

Make Me Yours Ch. 15 "The Undertow"

Master Post

Chapter 14

"This is so unfair!" Carmen curses to herself. 

"What is it that white people love to say? 'Something something, strongest warriors the toughest challenges?' Or something like that" her wolf responds. 

"This isn't a challenge! This is torture!  Did I do something to anger the Goddess? Is this my punishment? To be constantly tortured into thinking I finally found my mate only to have it ripped away?"

"I don't think so, torturer doesn't exactly sound like Her."

"You've heard what she does to those unfaithful to their mates. Maybe she got bored and decided I was the one to pick on."

"Well if you keep talking like that she will do something."

"Then maybe I can get out of here! I haven't felt her since I left the island...I've never felt this lonely."

"You have me."

"I feel better already" Carmen scoffs sarcastically. 

Her wolf goes silent and Carmen sighs in defeat knowing she angered her so all she can do is stare up at the ceiling. She tried to snoop through the lab but even her night vision is limited due to zero light. She could make out the shapes of large furniture but outside of that she can't see any finer details like books or equipment. Mother Miranda appears again, followed by a beaming orb of light which ignites the lanterns and torches surrounding the room. With a better look around Carmen can see she's in some sort of cave, at least the walls appear to be slick cave like walls with no edges or sharp corners. 

"Come here" Mother Miranda orders. 

Carmen springs from the bed and rushes over to her, standing there awaiting further instructions before she mentally curses herself. Mother Miranda walks around her, examining her as she hums to herself and Carmen strains her ears to catch what she's muttering to herself. 

"She's too healthy...probably reject it...should have done it earlier...could be a vessel....or something else.."

Carmen furrows her brows as she listens in, becoming more and more anxious the longer Mother Miranda circles her until she abruptly stops in front of her. 

"Shirt off" she orders. 

Carmen obeys this time, removing her shirt fully and standing there in only her bra, she's not embarrassed nor ashamed of her body. Instead she puffs out her chest a little, and of course offers a flex of her muscles, defining them as Mother Miranda circles her again. Mother Miranda rolls her eyes at the display but she can't help but run her fingers along the muscle groups. Her talons lightly scratch along Carmen's skin leaving a burning trail in their wake as Carmen's heart begins hammering wildly. Her whole body suddenly feels on fire, her breathing becomes heavier, and her fingers tingle. Mother Miranda trails along Carmen's back then rests on her abdomen just above her waist line, Carmen's wolf starts sprouting images into her head. Imagining Miranda's hand down her stomach under her pants, touching each other, what she probably looks like under those robes. 

Mother Miranda removes her hand and takes Carmen's arm before slashing it open with her talon and collecting the blood in a beaker. Carmen curses and tries to yank her arm back but Mother Miranda proves stronger than she looks. Only when she lets go does Carmen bring her arm back and hold it tightly. 

"You could have just asked!" Carmen spits, "hijo de puta que dolió. (Son of a bitch that hurt)"

"I could have, but where's the fun in that?" Mother Miranda offers her a rag which she takes.

"Puta de mierda (fucking bitch)" she mutters under her beath as Mother Miranda walks away.

Mother Miranda decides not to say anything as she brings the blood sample to one of the work stations to examine it. She has her back to Carmen who has now stopped the bleeding and tosses the rag aside before putting her shirt back on. She paces the room, now able to see she snoops through whatever she can, most of the stuff she finds are notes she can't make sense of or can't make out. She doesn't take kindly to being messed with, especially being edged for no good reason so she wants revenge. 

Carmen opens a drawer to find a notebook inside, when she picks it up Mother Miranda is there in a flash, grabbing the book and slamming it back into the drawer. She closes it and locks it with a key which she slips into her pocket before staring up at Carmen. 

"Leave it" she orders. 

Carmen smirks as now the opportunity arises, she leans in close to Mother Miranda's ear, making her lean back for space. 

"Or what?" Carmen challenges. 

"Or I'll hurt you more than just your arm."

"Mm kinky."

Carmen steps forward and Mother Miranda stands her ground, she's faced far scarier beasts but Carmen takes it as a challenge. She wraps her arms around Miranda, yanking her closely so their bodies meld into each other. Miranda's first instinct is to push away, swarm into a hundred crows and be free but something prevents her from doing so. A bolt of electricity shoots up her back causing goosebumps to rise all over her arms and legs when Carmen's hands travel down to her waist. With a heave Carmen lifts Miranda onto the nearest table, scooting everything on it to the side, and some of it onto the floor. Carmen's head feels fuzzy all of the sudden, like instinct has taken over and instinct knows exactly what it wants. 

The robe prevents Carmen from moving further and uncontrollably Miranda's robe melts away and out appears to be five wings on each side. Her arms wrap around Carmen's head, her talons digging into her scalp lightly as Carmen pushes up her robe and slips between her legs. Her head now resting in the crook of Miranda's neck where she feels the uncontrollable urge to bite her. Carmen's teeth ache, she can feel her wolf begging and scratching for her to do it, if Miranda is truly her mate then her mark will take. It's a definitive way to know. If this burning desire wasn't already a huge sign, but Carmen still has her doubts. Her hands travel up Miranda's robe when out of nowhere a hand flies to Carmen's throat, squeezing violently before pushing her back. Carmen's hands grab onto Miranda's who pushes her away as she slides off the table. 

"You....you are treading a very thin line Rojas. That will not happen again."

"I'm sorry" Carmen chokes out. 

"You will be."

Mother Miranda drops Carmen's throat and she gasps for air, leaning over as she rubs her bruised neck before hearing Mother Miranda's footsteps recede. When she's certain that Mother Miranda is gone, Carmen reaches into her own pocket to retrieve the key she managed to swipe.

Chapter 16

[arcaneacolyte]

Gonna bend the rules of the prompt a bit and suggest beach day with whichever OC's you like. (hi how's it going? Hopefully good)

Thank you so much for the prompt! As soon as I saw it I knew which OC I wanted to try out! This is definitely longer than 3 sentences lol

It's a cruel joke, that he cannot swim.

He is of the Earth, all that is verdant and green. Flowers and foliage call to him, and as a Ghoul of the Earth he cannot help but heed their call.

But he is also a Ghoul of the Water, and she calls to him just as fervently. An ever ringing echo that chimes all the way down to his very bones whether he catches a glance of her or not.

She frightens him, but he cannot abandon her.

The call is more prevalent now, as he listens to the roar of the waves, her voice drawing him in. It's what's always feared him most about Water; that one day she will draw him back down into her depths and he will be lost forever. Retribution for the life that should have been taken by her all those years ago.

Who ever heard of a Water Hybrid being unable to swim?

He strides carefully, not in a bathing suit like the others, but a soft green peasant dress faded by use and time. His bare feet make perfect imprints upon the sand. He doesn't know if anyone is watching him, cannot focus on that now. All he can hear is her call.

The tail end of a wave brushes across his right foot, as if she were caressing him, a brush with his corporeal form in an attempt to convince him in further, lure him into a false sense of security.

He takes another few steps—up to his ankles now—focusing on nothing but the horizon where she stretches on as far as his eyes can see.

She soaks into his clothing, the smell of the salt prickling his senses and causing tears to spring to his eyes, but he does not step any further. Though he did not know where he was going when he started moving, he knows know that this is the exact place to stop. The Earth calls back to him, reminds him that he is not completely of the Water.

The sand is soft beneath his toes, and he wriggles his feet, digging them deeper into it to prevent the undertow from pulling him out futher, preventing her from claiming him.

Her voice is softer now.

No. Not softer.

Her call changes, as does the Earth's. Where he stands, at the coalescence of his Elements, they begin to raise a harmony far louder than either of theirs alone.

Balance, harmony, truth. It causes his heart and his spirit to swell. Though he stands motionless, still staring at the horizon, he has never felt stronger in his magic and in himself than he does now.

Litus.

The Shore.

[akindofmagictoo]

manuscript search tag game

from @ashen-crest!

my words are angle, light, hard, cold

angle (Dragonsong draft 1)

The cart set off, jolting up and down. Sierra tucked her hands firmly into her lap, but the chains on her ankles still jingled. Isi’s own cuffs were leaching all the warmth out of her hands; the night’s chill didn’t help, either. She shivered. “Well, that went well,” Sierra muttered. Her face was still pale and drawn. She’d stopped crying, but tear tracks still shone on her cheeks when the lantern light hit them at the wrong angle. “I’m sorry, Isi. I should have realised.”

light (Nyx/Albin WIP)

She didn’t need daylight to see the cell was all brown stone, bare except for a bench and a small, high window. Nothing interesting except her. By the faint sounds of footsteps and scattered voices, there were two guards outside the thick door, which was also stone, reinforced with metal. If she could get that door open, she could take them on, even with chained hands and feet. They might be ‘guards’, but they wouldn’t be well-trained. The Upperworld wasn’t militarised. It didn’t need to be. Her lip curled. She, on the other hand, was trained for this, but picking the lock would be much easier if the padlock weren’t behind a stone slab as thick as her wrist … and if she still had her lock picks. The guards had searched her thoroughly and taken almost everything: lock picks, knives, a disguised vial of poison, her throwing stars, and even her armour, boots, and cloak. The sunlight beating down through the window all day meant that she hadn’t wanted her cloak, though she would when she left. But they’d stooped even lower than taking her boots. They’d taken her necklace as well. The Upperworld had turned their backs while those fucking shapeshifters murdered her brother, and now they’d taken the last bit of him she had left.

hard (Nyx/Albin WIP)

Sundown marked four hours that Nyx had been sprawled on the stone floor of a prison cell. It was hardly comfortable, her head ached and, to add insult to injury, she hadn’t even had the chance to commit a crime first.

cold (Dragonsong draft 1)

She placed a hand on Robin’s shoulder, and found herself unable to let go. The magic surged through her, like the current she’d felt with Fintan, but stronger this time, and inside her. It was stronger, bigger. Angrier. This wasn’t just an undertow or a warm campfire. It was a riptide, a forest blaze, and it filled her up, blazing hot and cold inside her chest and stomach. It couldn’t get out, and it wanted to get out. This magic did not want to be contained. It pushed at her, tugged. Something was going to break.

tagging @zmwrites and @vellichor-virgo for landmark, lost, lose, love

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Hii Julia

Don't ypu think wild uncharted waters from the Little Mermaid is such a Cal's song?

Okay! First of all, apologies for the LATE response.

Christmas and New Year were tough on me, and I've been zoning out....a lot and sleeping.

Be HERE. WE. GO!

Dude, I don't want to lie to you BUT when I first listen to the song. I was not vibing it. The rythme and...singing.

HOWEVER, when I focus on the lyrics. DUDE! It's promising and I was like. I will not listen to this song but I will read it like a poem!

I did and it's SO beautiful!!!

YES! Wild Uncharted Waters is VERY Cal coded.

To wild uncharted waters

Miles beyond the sea

I was darkness-bound, I had almost drowned

'Til you came around, and you found me

Now I am on the shoreline

But I'm still lost at sea

In these wild uncharted waters

Come find me again

Cal is lost and is dealing with a lit of voices telling him WHAT TO DO or WHO HE SHOULD BE.

Those voices got stronger in King's Cage where he is fibally presented the opportunity to reclaim his birthright. However, Mare does not what another Monarchy, another Silver King, cause that still means that Reds are less than Silvers. Even though they found each other again. Cal still made the decision to reclaim it (again his birthright and preventing a power stuggle with the segmented Silver Houses.)

No matter how reasonable his decision was. How much he tried to keep everything in check. Everyone pushed him from one direction to the other. Anabel, Uncle Julian, Mare, the Scarlet Guard and Monfort. All telling him what to do.

As the pressure of his endless duties, the heartbreak of his and Mare's separation, Maven's forces seemingly growing and needing to make decisions that could turn the tides of the war. Start to build and slowly suffocate him. Cal fought Iris in Harbor Bay, lost and almost drown from the strong waves and his heavy armor. Metaphorically and literally drowning from EVERYTHING.

All I do is wonder

Who you are and where you'll be

In my mind, your melody goes on

Stronger than the undertow

The night you rescued me

Silhouetted by the rising dawn

Dude, just this segnent, it's giving Marecal vibes.

As Cal has described Mare as the anchor ⚓️AND the storm.⛈️ He missed her voice, her SHARPNESS!🥺 How she is constantly a changing puzzle, couldn't see the girl under her many mask.

Alone, just you and me

And I hope you're there in the open air

There's no map or compass to guide me, no

Time may change the shoreline

But time will not change me

If it takes my life

I will finally find you again

In uncharted waters

Come find me again

This bit just reminds me of Mare and Cal after War Storm. They went through a lot and need to heal. Especially Cal, since not only did he lost his title again, but his little brother.

He almost called himself "nothing" infront of Mare.

But they still hoped to see each other again. Mare is not sure when, but if she takes too long, he can move on without her (which....ain't happening). We all know Cal's feelings will never change, no matter how long he had to wait for her.

And they parted again, hoping to find each other again. 💔💔💔💔😭

Note: Sorry I read into the lyrics too HARD. I'm a bit stuck with Cal going through a lot of stuff and just being called "whiny" for being confused and upset. Like, yeah, he is a tough character and he cal handle a lot of stress but he still needed someone to care for him, even just a little bit.

[prismatica-the-strange]

New Fan kids just dropped

Their eldest is Ariana and the youngest is Louise.

[mjonthetrack]

tide

Chapter 71 – “We Do Not Hide”

The wind howled like an omen as the sun bled into the Pacific. The beach emptied faster than a warning siren, tourists and locals scattering as the air grew dense, the tide retreating unnaturally far. Waves stilled. Gulls went silent.

And then—they came.

Zafina rose first.

Barefoot, black sand curling around her toes, she stood regal and wrathful in her full siren form. Pearlescent armor wound across her body like a second skin sculpted by the sea, each shell and scale placed with ancestral precision. Her long locks flowed behind her like wet silk, golden cuffs catching the dimming light. In her hand, the spear. It pulsed faintly, humming with power older than time.

Jey followed.

Ke’alohilani, Ocean God. The Pacific’s protector, destroyer, lover, judge. Towering, sculpted, shirtless with only obsidian wraps on his wrists and ankles, his body etched with tribal patterns that shimmered faintly in the dusk. The trident in his hand was carved of dark coral and bone, humming with divine warning. His eyes glowed like twin galaxies of blue fire, waves rippling behind him though he stood on dry land.

They walked shoulder to shoulder. No cloaking. No glamour. No subtlety.

They were not hiding.

They were not asking.

They were here.

The SHIELD outpost stationed along the ridge picked them up immediately. Sirens screamed to life in the command center. Inside, Nick Fury stood frozen, eyes locked on the monitor. Natasha leaned in, her playful demeanor gone cold.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “They’re showing up. In full form.”

Fury didn’t look away. “Something’s wrong.”

On the beach, Zafina’s jaw was clenched. Her nostrils flared. She didn’t speak at first. Neither did Jey. Their power saturated the coastline, unsettling the air like a growing storm.

Finally, her voice came, low and sharpened with a fury barely restrained.

“We smell it.”

Jey’s hand flexed around his trident, his voice thunderous even in calm.

“It is waking. Old magic. Something ancient and buried. Something bound.”

Zafina’s spear snapped up, pointed toward the horizon.

“The mortals dug too deep, broke what should have never been touched. We came to warn you. But if you don't listen—then we will not clean the blood when the ocean claims her debt.”

From the high bluff, agents watched, cameras rolling. SHIELD feeds streamed live back to the helicarrier. Every Avenger not already there was being routed.

Fury muttered under his breath, “They’re not posturing. This is declaration.”

Back on the beach, Zafina’s black eyes scanned the world around her like it insulted her. Jey took one step forward and drove the trident into the sand with a thud that echoed deep underground.

“We do not hide. Not from mortals. Not from gods. If this world wants our help, it must listen. If not—”

Zafina finished, voice like a death bell wrapped in honey.

“—then we let the ocean choose who she keeps, and who she devours.”

And then, in eerie synchronization, the tide surged forward behind them, crashing in a wall of salt and foam.

They stood unmoved, gods crowned in sea spray.

Watching.

Waiting.

Chapter 72 – “The Pull Beneath”

The sand was wet beneath their feet, but Zafina and Jey felt nothing of the world above anymore.

They moved like tide and undertow—purposeful, fluid, inevitable.

Trance-like.

The call had become stronger. Not a sound, not a scent, but a pulse. Something beating beneath the Earth’s skin, an ancient rhythm older than gods and men alike. It pulled at their bones. Whispers in an ancient dialect neither had spoken since the birth of the seas crept into their thoughts. A summoning. A challenge.

Not even Zafina’s usual sharp remarks cut through the fog of instinct as she stalked alongside Jey. Her eyes were a relentless deep ocean blue, glowing faintly. Her spear dragged beside her, its tip etching grooves in the pavement they now strode.

They’d left the sand behind.

Now they were moving inland, barefoot, damp from sea, clothed only in the armor of their immortality. The streetlights flickered as they passed, electricity reacting to divine interference. Cars honked, people stared, but no one dared approach. Something primal told them to stay away—that these two were not meant for this place. Not for land. Not for law. Not for mercy.

Jey’s eyes burned like twin storm lanterns. His voice, low and reverberating, rumbled beside her.

“It’s bound under concrete and steel. They built a city atop a tomb.”

Zafina’s jaw clenched.

“I hate cities. Too loud. Too far from the ocean. And yet…” Her nostrils flared, catching a scent invisible to humans. “It’s here. Beneath all this. That stench—rotted magic. I want to burn it out.”

“Not yet.” Jey’s hand gripped her waist, grounding her. “We follow. We don’t wake it before we know what it is.”

She almost snarled, the fight always itching just under her skin. But his touch tempered her—barely.

Overhead, unmarked drones tracked them from SHIELD's surveillance network. Inside a distant mobile ops center, Natasha peered at the thermal readouts.

“They’re headed straight for the old crater under Mission District. That’s old faultline ground. No way they just pickedthat.”

Fury leaned forward, tense.

“That’s where the anomaly spiked a week ago. Right where the old Project Gaea lab was buried.”

Bruce looked up from the tablet. “Wasn’t that sealed off after the last energy breach?”

Tony’s voice crackled from comms. “Sealed doesn’t mean quiet.”

Back on the ground, Jey and Zafina paused. They stood on a cracked section of sidewalk in front of an abandoned building, its sign long since torn down, windows broken and bricked over. A forgotten husk.

Beneath it? The call vibrated like a heartbeat against their ribs.

Zafina’s eyes went black. “It’s under there. That’s where it’s hiding.”

Jey stepped forward, lowering his trident, the point crackling with energy that hummed like thunderclouds. He murmured, not to her, but to the thing sleeping below.

“We know you.”

Zafina’s voice followed like a curse wrapped in silk. “And if you try to rise, we’ll drown you.”

Cracks split the concrete at their feet.

Inside the Earth, the bound magic stirred.

Chapter 73 – “The Titan’s Wrath”

Natasha and Bruce moved quickly through the rubble-strewn streets, their boots pounding against cracked pavement. The underground sensors were off the charts—something massive was awakening beneath the city, shaking the very foundations. Fury’s voice was a constant buzz in their earpieces, but the gravity of the moment pressed heavier than any orders.

Ahead, the earth trembled, a low growl reverberating through the air like the distant rumble of a beast disturbed from slumber.

Suddenly, the ground split—violent cracks spider-webbing outward, swallowing street lamps and cars whole. A towering form emerged from the abyss beneath the abandoned building, its body a living mountain of rock and seaweed, dripping with brine and ancient fury. The titan.

Its eyes flared with molten light, and from its gaping maw came a bellowing roar that shook windows blocks away. Then, with venom dripping from its voice, it snarled, the name slicing through the chaos like a blade:

“ZAFINA.”

Zafina’s teeth clenched so tight her jaw ached, the sound cutting deeper than any blade. She was already airborne, propelled by her godly strength, spear in hand, eyes burning black with the fury only a mother forged for war could summon.

This was no mere beast—it was the titan who had tried to claim her spirit at her creation, the dark power that the ocean spirits had fought to bind and intertwine with Jey’s essence. It was the shadow haunting her bloodline, now come alive and angry beyond reason.

Jey rose beside her, trident crackling, eyes storm-dark with godlike authority. His voice thundered over the chaos.

“Back, ancient one. You will not claim what belongs to me.”

The titan answered with a wave of seismic power, shaking the air and sending the pair tumbling before they could brace.

Zafina’s body coiled like a spring, muscles taut and ready, rage fueling every fiber. She hurled her spear with deadly precision, the weapon slicing through the thick, stony hide of the titan, embedding itself deep in the creature’s shoulder.

A roar of pain—yet anger only grew more fierce.

But Jey was not idle. His trident blazed with oceanic fury as he charged, the air thick with power. Between them, their combined strength formed a tempest—storm and sea in divine harmony, two souls bound by magic and fury, fighting to keep a god’s claim safe.

The titan’s wrath was volcanic, but Zafina and Jey’s bond was unbreakable. Every strike, every word of defiance, echoed a promise forged in ancient waters.

And this battle was far from over.

Chapter 74 – “Unleashing the Titan”

From the observation deck of the SHIELD command center, Nick Fury’s grim expression was mirrored by the Avengers assembled around him. The giant monitors flickered with grainy footage captured from the nearby city streets — the earth itself split as a gargantuan figure emerged, a titan of legend come to life.

“That thing,” Natasha whispered, her voice tight with disbelief. “It’s huge. And pissed.”

Bruce’s brows furrowed, fists clenched. “It looks ancient. Like something from before time.���

Suddenly, the feed sharpened—showing Zafina and Jey standing shoulder to shoulder, fierce and unwavering. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, a dance of divine power against the monstrous force.

Then came the devastating blow.

The titan’s massive hand swept through the air like a wrecking ball. In one brutal motion, it struck Zafina with terrifying precision—a clean, violent shot that sent her hurtling through the air like a missile.

The cameras tracked her flight: she crashed through a glass-paneled building, shards exploding like stars in every direction. Each impact echoed in the stunned silence of the room.

Natasha’s eyes widened. “She just got knocked through four stories like she was made of paper.”

Steve’s jaw tightened. “They’re holding their own, but that thing has raw power. If it catches them off guard again...”

Fury slammed his fist on the console. “We need to be ready to move in. That’s no ordinary foe. And whatever that titan’s after—Zafina’s in the crosshairs.”

On the monitors, Jey roared in fury, charging at the titan with trident blazing. His strike was precise, a flash of blue lightning and ocean spray. The titan snarled, swinging again—but this time, Jey was faster, deflecting the blow with a shockwave that rippled through the streets.

The battle was far from over. But Fury knew one thing clearly: these gods were fighting not just for themselves—but for the fate of all those caught in this ancient war.

Chapter 75 – “The Siren’s Fury”

The Avengers appeared at the edge of the shattered city block, stepping through the haze of dust and echoes of battle. Natasha’s sharp eyes caught Zafina’s form slumped against the wreckage of a glass building, shards embedded deep in her skin. Blood welled where the titan’s strike had landed—but just as fast, it began to knit itself closed, a supernatural healing that left no doubt she was more than mortal.

Zafina’s teeth clenched so hard they nearly cracked. Her eyes flickered black, then that deep ocean blue, like storm clouds roiling before a tempest.

“So we’re playing dirty now,” she spat, voice low and venomous. “Got it, bitch.”

She yanked her spear free from the broken glass and stepped forward with a growl that rumbled deep from her throat. Her entire body shifted—the air around her thickened with ancient power as her siren form took over. Fangs elongated sharply, eyes blazing, and scales shimmered beneath the skin.

Then she opened her mouth and sang.

The song wasn’t gentle—no, it was primal, wild, a call from the depths of the ocean itself. It tore through the air like crashing waves, raw and fierce, reverberating through the city streets.

The titan’s attention snapped immediately. It bellowed—a monstrous sound that shook the ground beneath them—and turned toward the source of the haunting, furious melody.

Jey stepped beside her, trident ready, the ocean energy crackling around them both. Together, they were a force born from the deep, a storm incarnate.

Natasha watched, admiration and awe in her eyes. “She’s not just fighting. She’s calling the storm.”

Steve tightened his grip on his shield. “And whatever comes next... we’re going to need every bit of it.”

The moment Zafina’s voice ripped through the air, the skies darkened ominously. Thick, heavy clouds churned and boiled above the shattered cityscape, swirling with the wild, untamed energy of an impending storm. Thunder growled low, distant yet growing closer—an electric tension that sent a ripple through every soul watching.

Jey stood tall beside her, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as he felt the surge of power flooding his veins. “She brought the fight to him,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with fierce pride. “Water answers the call. The storm is ours.”

As the storm grew louder, rain began to drum against the ruins, lightning crackling through the skies. Both gods pulsed with renewed strength, the ocean’s wrath and the fury of the tempest intertwining in a deadly dance.

Back with the Avengers, Natasha’s gaze snapped upward, voice sharp with realization. “She’s not just fighting—she’s summoning the storm itself.”

Steve tightened his grip on his shield, jaw clenched. “We’re looking at a whole new level of power here. We need a plan, and fast.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed, hands already glowing with red energy. “If they’re drawing strength from the storm and the sea, disrupting their connection to it might weaken them.”

Sam nodded, eyes scanning the horizon. “We can try to separate them, but we’ll need to control the environment—cut off the storm’s influence.”

Tony, from the edge of the group, tapped on his wrist console. “I’m running atmospheric scans and looking for ways to manipulate the weather systems. We might be able to localize the storm or divert it temporarily.”

Bruce adjusted his glasses thoughtfully. “They’re ancient forces—we’re dealing with powers beyond just physical might. We’ll need a combined effort: tech, magic, and brute strength.”

Natasha glanced back at the pair standing defiantly against the titan’s wrath. “Alright, Avengers. We protect the civilians, disrupt the storm’s energy source, and support the gods if they’re truly fighting against this titan... but stay sharp. This is about more than just brute force now.”

The storm’s fury was just beginning, and the battle ahead would test every ounce of the Avengers’ resolve.

Chapter 76

The plan was clear: separate the gods, cut their connection, and weaken the storm that churned above them.

As Zafina roared her battle cry and the titan charged, the Avengers moved swiftly—Sam and Natasha flanking Zafina while Tony and Bruce focused on Jey. Wanda lifted her hands, weaving a delicate but powerful barrier between the two gods, a shimmering wall of energy meant to sever their shared connection to the raging tempest.

Zafina’s eyes flickered from black to deep blue as the barrier crackled, and for a heartbeat, the storm seemed to falter. But that momentary relief was the last calm before the storm exploded anew.

Jey’s lips curled into a savage snarl. His breath hitched, heavy and primal, the very air thickening with his rising fury. “You will regret this,” he growled, eyes glowing with molten intensity.

Before anyone could react, he lunged—unleashing a devastating wave of power that shattered the energy barrier. The force sent Sam and Natasha tumbling backward, breathless and scrambling to recover.

But Jey wasn’t done. The titan, sensing its opportunity, smashed a colossal hand toward him, the blow sending Jey flying like a meteor through the sky. His body crashed brutally into a nearby skyscraper, the glass façade exploding in shards and steel groaning beneath the impact.

The building buckled, a horrific groan echoing through the city as the structure began to collapse—just like the one Zafina had been slammed through earlier.

Chaos erupted. Dust and debris clouded the air, screams and sirens wailing in the background. The Avengers stared up, helpless to stop the destruction but knowing the stakes had just skyrocketed.

Wanda’s voice cut through the haze, urgent. “We can’t keep trying to separate them. It only feeds his rage—and the storm. We need another way.”

Steve tightened his grip on his shield, eyes locked on the collapsing tower. “We’re running out of time.”

Zafina emerged from the dust and debris, grimacing but unbroken, her gaze searing toward Jey’s fallen form. “They want to break us apart, but they don’t understand. We are stronger together—storm and sea.”

Jey slowly rose, muscles taut and eyes blazing with godlike fury. The storm above responded, lightning striking violently as the ground beneath them trembled.

The battle wasn’t just for survival anymore—it was a war against chaos itself.

Chapter 77

The air was thick with tension, the storm above crackling with violent energy, shadows of destruction hanging heavy over the city. The titan’s rage was unrelenting.

Suddenly, with a guttural roar, the massive creature tore a broken streetlight from the ground—twisted metal and shattered glass hurling through the air like a deadly missile aimed straight at Peter Parker, who’d been caught off guard, scrambling to assess the chaos around him.

“Shit!” Zafina cursed under her breath, her eyes flashing black with deadly intent.

In a lightning-fast motion, she launched her spear. It soared like a silver bullet, a beacon of precision amidst the chaos. The spear slammed into Peter’s side—not piercing flesh but snagging the slick latex of his suit—pinning him securely against a nearby building’s brick facade. Peter barely had time to react, the shock of being tethered halting him in place, but safely out of the pole’s path.

Zafina didn’t stop there.

With the pole still hurtling toward Jey, she propelled herself forward with a primal scream, moving so fast it was almost a blur. The pole slammed into her instead, piercing through her shoulder and chest with brutal force like a human javelin.

Pain exploded through her body, white-hot and searing, but she refused to fall. Instead, propelled by the momentum and her fierce will, she was flung forward, landing hard atop a yellow taxi below with a sickening crunch.

Glass shattered and metal groaned under her weight, but Zafina’s eyes snapped open, fire still burning fiercely within.

The titan bellowed in triumph—but its victory was far from complete.

Jey’s roar shook the city as he surged forward, fury blazing in every step. Zafina’s spear gleamed nearby, still lodged in the wall behind Peter, a silent reminder that their fight was far from over.

Chapter 78

The Avengers and Peter stared, frozen in a split second of disbelief.

“Wait—what the hell?” Peter stammered, his voice shaky as he watched Zafina’s body slam onto the taxi, the twisted light pole embedded deep through her like a brutal spear. His chest tightened with sudden panic.

“That… that could’ve been me,” he breathed, eyes wide with raw fear. “If she hadn’t pinned me to the building, that thing would’ve ended me for sure.”

Natasha’s brows furrowed, crossing her arms as she studied the scene. “At first, I thought she was trying to kill you,” she muttered, voice low but fierce, “but no—she saved you. Sacrificed herself to take that hit instead.”

Steve shifted, jaw clenched, his gaze locked on Zafina. “That was a calculated move. She risked everything to protect him.”

Tony, tapping rapidly on his tablet, added, “And that’s some serious commitment. Not your average street brawl. We’re dealing with beings who play by a whole different set of rules.”

Peter swallowed hard, glancing at Zafina struggling to rise despite the embedded pole. “She’s... she’s tough. Like, really tough. That would’ve killed a normal person.”

“Exactly,” Wanda nodded grimly, eyes shadowed with concern. “They’re more than human. But that kind of damage… it’s gotta take a toll.”

Clint adjusted his arrows, voice sharp. “We need to keep an eye on her. If she’s willing to throw herself like that, who knows what she’s capable of.”

The team exchanged uneasy looks. They were witnessing a fight far beyond their usual scope—gods, titans, and ancient magic clashing in a city that never expected to be their battlefield.

Peter’s heart raced as he focused back on Zafina. “She saved me. That means... she’s on our side. Right?”

Natasha gave a curt nod. “For now. But we need to understand her better, and fast. Because whatever this fight is, it’s just getting started.”

The storm rumbled overhead, and below, Zafina’s fierce eyes opened, blazing with defiance and a hunger for the battle yet to come.

Chapter 79

The air thickened with tension as Zafina’s chest heaved, her breath ragged but steady despite the brutal spear embedded in her side. Then, without warning, she let out a piercing, haunting scream — a siren’s wail that reverberated through the city streets and echoed deep beneath the waves.

The Avengers instinctively covered their ears, but the sound seemed to cut through their defenses like a blade, filled with raw power, pain, and command.

“Rip it out! Do it!” Zafina growled fiercely, eyes blazing as she braced herself, gripping the twisted pole with trembling hands.

Jey moved instantly, the godlike aura flaring around him, his trident shimmering with ancient power. His face was grim, focused — the moment demanding everything he had. Without hesitation, he plunged his hand toward the jagged pole, fingers glowing with a radiant blue energy that crackled like the ocean in a storm.

The light around the spearhead flared brighter, bathing the wrecked taxi and the surrounding street in an ethereal glow. Jey’s grip tightened as he began to pull, muscles taut, his godly strength matching Zafina’s fierce determination.

The Avengers watched in tense silence, the air charged with anticipation and dread. They knew this was no ordinary rescue — it was a desperate, brutal act of survival between two forces bound by more than just fate.

Zafina’s growl deepened into a low, guttural sound of defiance and pain, a promise that no titan or mortal would claim her spirit while Jey still held her fast. The city held its breath as the ancient bond between god and goddess came alive, raw and unstoppable.

Chapter 80 — Revised

The rain hammered down in relentless sheets, drenching the shattered streets and mingling with the blood pooling beneath Zafina’s trembling form. Her breath was ragged, each inhale stabbing painfully through the jagged wound tearing from her shoulder across her chest. The raw flesh hung open, dark crimson bleeding freely into the storm-soaked ground.

She dropped to her knees, trembling hands dipping into the cold rainwater pooling beneath her. Whispering ancient incantations in a language older than the sea itself, the water glistened and shimmered, weaving healing magic into her torn flesh. Slowly, the bleeding slowed to a trickle, the wound sealing enough to save her life—but it was far from healed.

Zafina gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, voice thick with pain and fire. “You think this will stop me? You’re wrong.”

Nearby, Peter Parker’s eyes were wide with shock. “She’s... healing? That looked like a mortal wound.”

Natasha Romanoff crouched behind a broken pillar, voice low but urgent. “It’s beyond anything I’ve seen. She’s a goddess, Peter. We’re witnessing something beyond human.”

Sam Wilson tightened his grip on his shield, eyes scanning the battlefield. “The spear in the titan’s eye—good hit—but it won’t keep that thing down forever.”

Bucky Barnes growled, “She’s strong, but she can’t keep going like this. We need to keep the pressure on.”

Zafina mustered her remaining strength and threw the spear—her final act of defiance. The weapon spun through the stormy air and slammed into the titan’s eye with a sickening crunch, staggering the beast.

But the exertion was too much.

Her legs gave out. Her body slumped forward, collapsing onto the wet concrete. She hit the ground hard, unconscious before she even touched down. Her chest rose and fell shallowly; the storm was exacting its toll, and her body desperately needed time to regenerate.

Peter took a step forward, concern etched across his face, but Natasha’s hand shot out, steadying him. “Hold back. She needs time. Let her heal.”

Sam nodded. “This isn’t over yet. The titan’s still standing, but she bought us a moment.”

Bucky scanned the collapsing buildings, voice grim. “We’ve got to use this time wisely. That thing could tear the city apart.”

Jey appeared beside Zafina in a blur, his face tense as he knelt beside her. His hands glowed faintly, channeling his godlike power to aid her recovery. “Rest now, my goddess. Your fight is not yet done.”

The rain softened, and Zafina’s chest rose slowly, a faint pulse beneath the storm. Her body might be down, but her spirit roared on—waiting to rise again.

Chapter 81

The moment Zafina’s body hit the ground, unconscious but healing, the Avengers snapped into action. The brief stagger of the titan created a vital opening — one they couldn’t afford to waste.

Sam Wilson lifted his shield, signaling the others. “Now’s our shot. We hit fast and hard before that thing recovers.”

Natasha Romanoff melted from the shadows, eyes sharp and calculating. “Keep it coordinated. Distractions first, then precision strikes.”

Bucky Barnes cracked his knuckles, muscles coiled like a predator. “Let’s show this monster what the Avengers can do.”

Peter Parker, still wide-eyed but rallying, crouched low, ready to spring. “I’m in. Just don’t expect me to take on the titan solo.”

Jey stood tall beside Zafina, his trident glowing faintly with oceanic power, his gaze burning with resolve. “I will protect her, and together, we will end this.”

With a unified nod, the team surged forward.

Sam swooped in first, shield raised high, delivering a sweeping blast of wind that knocked debris and smaller obstacles aside. The titan snarled, shifting its gaze, but its massive body was slowed, still recovering from the spear in its eye.

Natasha darted forward, precise and lethal, targeting vulnerable joints and using the titan’s momentary disorientation to her advantage. Her strikes were lightning-fast, slicing through armor-like flesh with expert efficiency.

Bucky charged in, taking heavy blows but refusing to falter. Each punch landed with brutal force, chipping away at the titan’s defenses.

Peter flitted through the chaos, weaving between attacks, using webbing to entangle limbs and create temporary barriers.

Jey stood at the center of the assault, commanding the waters rising around them. Waves crashed with divine fury, binding the titan’s movements and sapping its strength.

As the titan struggled, the Avengers pressed their advantage — coordinated, relentless, fierce.

Though battered, the monster’s roars echoed across the battlefield, announcing a fight far from over.

But for now, the tides had turned.

And the heroes held the edge.

Chapter 82

The battlefield fell tense, a sharp stillness cutting through the chaos as Zafina’s broken body lay motionless on the cracked pavement. Then, without warning, her limbs snapped upright, the sound echoing like a breaking branch through the stunned silence.

Jey’s eyes widened, heart pounding in disbelief as her form began to shift—her once-human silhouette melted away, muscles rippling and bones rearranging beneath her skin. Her eyes, once that deep ocean blue, now burned black as obsidian, void and infinite. Her fangs elongated, sharper and longer than before, gleaming like ancient blades beneath the storm-darkened sky.

She was no longer the siren they had seen—no mere predator of the seas—but something far more divine. Her skin shimmered with a liquid sheen that caught the tempest’s fury like a living mirror. Pearls and shells woven into her hair multiplied, glowing faintly, circling her like a celestial crown.

Power radiated from her with a palpable intensity—raw, unyielding, and utterly majestic. She was a goddess reborn, a primal force carved from ocean storms and dark depths, far beyond anything Jey had witnessed. A goddess whose very presence bent the elements to her will.

Jey’s breath hitched, his trident trembling in his grip as he took in the transformation. “Zafina… this form—you’ve never shown me this.”

Her voice came, low and resonant, vibrating through the air like thunder beneath the waves. “I’ve kept it hidden… until now. They have forced my hand.”

With a swift, commanding motion, she rose to her full height, water swirling around her like a living cloak. The storm seemed to bend toward her will, lightning crackling in sync with the fury burning behind her midnight eyes.

Jey stepped forward, closing the space between them, his hand reaching out to touch the goddess who was his mate, protector, and equal. “Together, we end this.”

Her black eyes met his, fierce and unyielding, yet softened by the bond they shared. “Together,” she whispered.

The final form of the ocean’s wrath had awakened—and the titan’s reign was about to meet its reckoning.

Chapter 83: "Gods of the Deep"

The earth quaked as the battle resumed.

From the rubble and smoke, the two figures surged forth—Zafina and Jey—no longer cloaked in secrecy or suppression. They were radiant and terrifying, the living embodiment of the ocean's deepest power. The titan roared, but it was beginning to falter, reeling back beneath the sheer force of their synchronized assault.

Zafina, now in her final goddess form, moved with blinding speed. Every step she took cracked the asphalt beneath her. Her spear, summoned back from the titan’s eye, spun with a life of its own, shattering its shoulder with a single strike before boomeranging back to her palm.

Jey, shirtless, trident gleaming like a prism of moonlit saltwater, was a blur beside her. His strikes crashed like waves—steady, relentless, building in fury. When he bellowed, the sea answered—torrents of water rushed upward from cracked pipes and flooded streets, encircling him and Zafina like living armor.

From the sidelines, the Avengers could only watch, stunned and breathless.

Peter Parker, clinging to the side of a shattered building, blinked beneath his cracked mask. “I—uh—what… what arethey?”

Natasha stood beside him, arms folded, lips parted as she watched Zafina’s black eyes burn through the smoke. “They’re not just enhanced. That’s not tech. That’s something ancient.”

Sam Wilson shook his head slowly, watching Jey slam his trident into the ground, causing a geyser to erupt beneath the titan’s feet. “They move like they own the elements.”

Dr. Strange had joined them now, hovering above in his Cloak of Levitation. “That’s because they do. That’s godcraft. Elemental power bound by divine force… That woman, Zafina, she’s more than just a siren. She’s the storm incarnate.”

Wanda, beside him, nodded slowly, her fingers glowing faintly with crimson magic. “They’re bonded,” she whispered. “I can feel it from here. Their energy is… inseparable.”

“Yeah,” said Bruce Banner, stepping forward with a haunted look. “And that titan? It’s scared.”

Down below, the titan flailed, trying to retreat, but Zafina sang. Her song rippled across the water-logged battlefield, and the beast stumbled again, as if her voice poisoned its sense of direction.

Jey, eyes glowing with ancient power, twisted his trident and slammed it into the beast’s thigh. “You dare reach for what's mine?” he growled, voice echoing like a wave breaking on stone.

Zafina followed, leaping onto the titan’s back. Her spear pierced through the thick hide beneath its neck as she screamed, “You won’t have me, demon!”

The creature’s agonized roar echoed for miles as cracks split across its form like shattered porcelain.

Back on the sidelines, Nick Fury, watching from a command drone feed, muttered, “Well, shit… We’re not dealing with anomalies.”

Tony’s AI, now in use by field agents, broke in: Confirmed—massive elemental energy signatures, never-before-logged. Categorizing threat-level: GOD-TIER.

Fury’s jaw set. “Or allies. If they’ll talk.”

Because if Zafina and Jey were defending this world as fiercely as they fought each other… then Earth might just stand a chance.

Chapter 84: “Fall of the Titan”

The sky cracked open.

Rain fell harder, a full storm conjured by Zafina’s song still swelling through the air. Lightning danced like silver serpents across the clouds. The ocean itself surged from behind the broken horizon, waves rising unnaturally tall—as if the sea waited for its queen's final command.

Down below, the titan stumbled.

Its roars grew erratic, guttural, no longer taunting but panicked.

Zafina, floating above its head now, glowed like a goddess incarnate. Her final form shimmered with ancient magic—her hair wild and salt-laced, her skin gilded in bioluminescent veins that pulsed with ocean light. Her black eyes flickered with blue now, not from weakness, but from calculated rage.

Her voice came like thunder.

“You were warned.”

Below her, Jey was already moving—his bare chest gleaming, tattoos alive with glowing oceanic runes. His trident spun with divine command, reshaping the water around him into spears, shields, and spirals of force.

“Ke’alohilani,” Zafina purred, the reverence on her tongue ancient and intimate. “Finish this with me.”

Jey raised his head to her, eyes storm-dark. “Together.”

The Avengers stood frozen on the crumbling coastline, watching gods go to war.

Zafina dove.

Her spear struck first—piercing the titan’s remaining eye, blinding it entirely. As it shrieked, flailing wildly, Jey followed her descent like a streak of vengeance. His trident crashed into the titan’s chest, embedding itself like an anchor to fate.

The ground quaked.

The titan reeled back, arms windmilling—but Zafina sang louder. Her siren scream was not for luring now—it was a war cry. She leapt, flipping mid-air and stabbing her spear through the beast’s open maw.

It froze.

Still.

As if the sound had reached its soul.

And then—Jey called the waters.

A wave the height of a building crashed onto the scene, summoned by his roar. The waters rose, circled, devoured—and in that moment, Zafina and Jey moved as one. Their weapons ignited with searing, ancestral blue light. Their bodies, pressed together in air for a breathless beat, created a seal. A blast of raw, divine energy surged outward from their touch.

BOOM.

The titan exploded—not in gore, but in shattering, disintegrating light, as if the sea itself judged and erased its existence. Water flooded the space where it once stood. Smoke, steam, and ocean mist mingled in the air.

And silence followed.

For a moment… just the sound of rain on debris.

Then—a slow, stunned clap from above.

Tony Stark’s AI voice piped in from a drone speaker: “That... was metal.”

Peter Parker breathed out, “Okay. I’m definitely not the weirdest person in the room anymore.”

Wanda pressed her fingers to her temple, trying to read what energy lingered. “They’ve shifted the ley lines here. Earth feels… different.”

And at the center of it all, the two gods stood, dripping with seawater and power.

Zafina’s chest heaved with each breath. Her body was still slowly regenerating—but her spear was steady in her hand.

Jey stepped in behind her, placing his palm on her bare stomach, just above the wound that was nearly healed. His touch glowed faintly. Protective. Possessive. Anchored.

“Mine,” he murmured into her ear, not for show, but for certainty.

Zafina didn’t flinch. Didn’t challenge. She leaned into it—into him.

The war was over.

But the world had witnessed.

And now? Earth knew exactly what lived in the deep.

Chapter 85: “Go Along With It”

The mist still hung thick over the battlefield, the storm clouds finally starting to crack open, revealing a pale, reluctant sun above the scorched, drenched earth. Steam hissed from cracks in the ground. Bits of shattered titan still floated in eddies of saltwater across the broken beachfront.

And amidst it all, Zafina stood regally, resting lightly against Jey’s side, her body still divine, still glowing faintly. The goddess of the deep.

She leaned up on tiptoe, lips brushing his ear as she whispered silkily, “Go along with it.”

Jey didn’t ask. He just smirked—dangerously.

Still shirtless, still glistening with power, he took her hand in his and turned with her. The pair began drifting toward the water, not walking, not flying—just gliding, as if gravity no longer held claim to them.

The Avengers looked around in frozen awe. No one dared to interrupt.

Just as their feet skimmed the water’s edge, Zafina looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes twinkled ocean-blue. Her voice came lilting and casual.

“Yeah… You’ll wanna find all the pieces,” she called sweetly. “They regenerate like a hydra.”

Then she faced forward again, not looking back once.

Jey nodded, stone-faced. “Regrow twice the mass. Sometimes angry. Depends on the blood moon.”

Panic. Instant.

“Wait—what?” Sam looked at Steve. “Hydra? Like… like Hydra hydra?” Peter blurted. “Are we talking cloning? Mutation? Bio fragments? Are we screwed?” Rhodey asked aloud.

“Oh hell no,” Natasha hissed, immediately turning toward the remaining debris.

Tony’s AI voice panicked, “Sir, I’m picking up anomalous regenerating heat signals in four separate spots—make that six—wait, eight?”

“MOVE!” Steve barked.

Suddenly, the entire Avengers squad scrambled. Thor lit up the sky with lightning again, Wanda started scanning the ground with chaotic magic, and even Peter began weaving containment webs around floating pieces of the fallen titan.

In the center of the frenzy, Zafina and Jey—now walking knee-deep into the sea—didn’t say another word.

With one final step, the ocean swallowed them whole.

No splash. No ripple. Just gone.

The water stilled as if nothing had ever been there.

Back on land, chaos reigned.

Bruce Banner shouted, “We need to contain every fragment! If she wasn’t lying—” “—and I don’t think she was!” Clint interrupted, staring after the empty shoreline. **“Why didn’t they just stay and help?!” Peter cried. Natasha smirked faintly. “Because they’re not our friends, kid. They’re gods.”

And under the sea, Jey and Zafina were already swimming deep.

Laughing.

“Hydra?” he chuckled lowly in her ear.

Zafina grinned, eyes back to their rich dark blue, curling into his side. “I don’t even know what a hydra is.”

He kissed her neck, a low growl of approval in his throat.

Chaos above. Peace below.

Just how they liked it.

Chapter 86: “Touch and Tide”

Below the ocean, where no mortal heart could reach, the kingdom hummed with an ancient calm. The waters curled in waves of soft bioluminescence, shells blooming open and closing like petals. Coral spires towered into the depths. Creatures of shadow and shimmer moved quietly, reverently.

In the center of it all—Jey’s throne of obsidian coral and molten pearl—Zafina lay curled on a bed of woven sea silk, her skin glowing faintly, her breath slow and steady. Her shoulder, the one that had been impaled, was now nearly healed, but the slow regeneration still demanded rest. The wound had been deep. Sacred. Violent.

Jey knelt beside her. Always touching. His hand held her ankle. His other palm stroked the inside of her thigh—not sexual, but there. Present. His goddess. His mate. His whole ocean.

Her siren form had calmed, but she still wore remnants of it—the delicate webbing between her fingers, the iridescent hue to her cheeks. And though she dozed, the bond pulsed between them like a heartbeat. He felt every sigh. Every flicker of discomfort.

“You didn’t have to take the blow for me,” he murmured, voice like velvet lava. “I’d have shattered that pole with my bare hands.”

Zafina's eyes cracked open lazily, a smirk playing on her lips. “You were distracted. Peter was confused. And I’m faster.”

“Reckless,” he growled, but the heat in his voice said he adored her for it.

“I’m yours. That means they don’t get to touch you,” she whispered, stretching slightly. “And if I gotta get skewered for that, so be it.”

Jey leaned in and kissed her knee—slow, reverent. His lips brushed along her skin like prayers. “You’re healing slower because you pushed yourself into final form without rest.”

Her eyes twinkled. “Yeah. You liked that, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His tongue traced a line up her thigh, pausing just at her hip.

“I need you close,” she whispered.

“You already have me. Everywhere.”

She pulled him upward, tangling her fingers in his damp locks, pressing their foreheads together. Their auras coiled like mist, power meeting power, flame wrapped in tide. The warmth between them wasn’t lust this time. It was something older. Mated. Sacred. Alive.

Above, miles away, back in the chaos of the SHIELD outpost…

Bruce Banner slammed his fist against the nearest monitor. “Goddammit!”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Problem?”

“There’s no energy left in the fragments. Not a single flicker. We scanned every molecule. They’re just… dust and wet rock now.”

“They played us?” Natasha asked, folding her arms.

“Oh, they played us like suckers,” Bruce groaned. “We scrambled, spent hours combing debris—every tech, every scanner—and it was a fucking decoy. A hydra bluff!”

Peter winced. “So… that spear pinning me to the wall…”

“Was probably her being nice,” Clint muttered. “Hell, I think she saved your ass.”

Fury exhaled slowly. “So we’ve got two immortal sea gods who can blend, bait, and vanish. Stronger than a Hulk. Smarter than a Stark. And they think we’re the joke.”

“Sir,” one of the agents muttered, staring at a still-flickering underwater sonar, “what if they come back?”

Fury glanced at the screen, then back toward the distant ocean. His voice was gravel and prophecy.

“Oh… they will.”

Back in the kingdom, Zafina was laughing softly against Jey’s throat, their bodies twined under silk and seawater.

“You know what I want next?” she whispered.

He hummed, eyes lazy, possessive. “Say it.”

“I want to make them beg for an alliance,” she purred. “But not yet.”

Jey grinned. Sharp. Godly. Dangerous.

“Then we make them wait.”

Chapter 87: “Footage and Fury”

The room was dim, shadows cast long by the projection playing against the wall. The footage flickered in high definition—angles from satellites, drones, street cams, and phones stitched together to create a seamless, disturbing sequence.

They watched it for the third time.

The titan’s roar.

Zafina’s war cry.

The devastation that followed.

Tony leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Alright, so we’re not gonna talk about how these two moved like a damn synced processor with a bloodlust algorithm?”

“Forget synced,” Steve muttered, brow tight. “They moved like they were… one mind. One mission. One...”

“Entity?” Natasha offered, her tone low. “It wasn’t tactical. It was instinct.”

The footage rolled again—Zafina’s final sprint, her body hurling through the storm, her spear flying, catching Peter’s suit and pinning him out of the light pole’s path.

“Wait—pause that!” Peter blurted, stepping forward.

The screen froze. Zafina’s spear mid-flight. Peter suspended above the wreckage like a pinned butterfly. And in the corner, a blur of motion.

“Back ten seconds. Then slow.”

Fury gave the nod, and the tech complied.

The spear launched.

The pole arced.

Jey turned too late.

Zafina moved.

She caught it like a human javelin mid-flight, took the full impalement straight through the chest. She hit the taxi—metal buckling like paper—blood pooling instantly. Her body twitched once and went still.

“Jesus,” Banner muttered.

Peter exhaled shakily, gripping the table. “I thought… I thought she was going to kill me. But she saved me.”

“She prioritized you over herself and her partner,” Sam said quietly. “That's not just instinct. That's intention.”

“Is that what they do? Sirens?” Clint asked, confused. “I thought they lured and killed.”

“They do,” Natasha replied. “But not like this. That wasn’t predation. That was protection. She acted like…”

“Like his mate,” Bruce interrupted softly. “It’s a bond. Not just romantic. It's metaphysical. Mythic. Ancient.”

Fury leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “The way he reacted after she went down… you saw it.”

They all had.

Jey’s roar shook the pavement. His body ignited with godlike energy. He tore through steel and shadow like vengeance made flesh.

The screen split—on one side Zafina crumbling, her body out cold, and on the other, Jey’s devastation. His face. His wrath.

“I don’t think he can survive without her,” Wanda whispered.

“It goes both ways,” Natasha nodded. “They’re bonded in a way we don’t understand.”

“I don’t think they can be understood,” Bruce added.

The room fell quiet.

Then Steve said what none of them wanted to:

“We’re dealing with something we can’t fight. Can’t contain. And clearly… can’t protect people from, if they ever turn on us.”

“They haven’t yet,” Peter said defensively. “They could’ve. But they didn’t.”

“Yet,” Tony snapped. “Kid, that’s a god and a siren goddess bonded in a permanent fusion. They pulled a Hydra-level trick on us and then vanished like mist.”

Sam crossed his arms. “But they didn’t attack innocents. They only went after threats. I saw it. That’s not villain behavior.”

“More like vigilante deities,” Banner muttered. “And we’re the ones playing catch up.”

Fury finally stood, the weight of it all pressing across his back.

“Figure it out,” he ordered. “I want every myth, every map, every whisper. Because the next time they surface, I want options.”

He turned, the screen frozen again.

Zafina’s body impaled.

Jey’s eyes lit like suns.

The sound of thunder still echoed in their minds

Chapter 88: “Divine Chaos”

The waters shimmered with a deep, eternal glow, the kind that didn’t rely on light from above. Down here in their ocean kingdom, the rules bent to the will of its god and goddess. Coral palaces pulsed like living things. Bioluminescent tendrils swayed with hypnotic rhythm. The air between them charged with something deeper than magic—something ancient.

Zafina lounged across his lap, tracing idle patterns on Jey’s bare chest with her fingertip. Her nails, dipped in iridescence, danced over the swell of muscle and the faint scars only she knew the stories behind.

She pouted deliberately, lips brushing over his jaw between her words. “My love, I’m bored,” she murmured, her voice rich and teasing.

Jey’s arms didn’t move from around her waist. His grip was possessive, his eyes half-lidded, watching her every motion like a man who’d already died and woken up in paradise. “You’re healing,” he said in that low thunderous tone of his. “You need rest, not chaos.”

Zafina clicked her tongue and arched one dark brow. “Rest is tedious. That was fun—the chaos, the carnage. It was...pleasing to my dark side.” She grinned, biting her bottom lip with a flash of fang before pressing her palm flat against his sternum. “And you, Ke’alohilani… you looked absolutely divine.”

He tilted his head, his smirk slow and dangerous. “Divine?”

“Mm.” She shifted in his lap, hips rolling slightly, enough to feel him stir beneath her. “My strong and powerful mate,” she purred. “Ripping that titan apart like it offended you personally. Every time you bled, I wanted to lick it clean. Every time you growled, my core—”

Jey silenced her with a growl and a kiss, seizing her mouth with that same unrelenting claim he’d sealed their bond with. When they parted, barely, his forehead rested against hers.

“You forget,” he murmured, voice thick with promise, “that I am still hungry.”

Zafina licked her lips slowly. “So feed, my god.”

And the ocean rumbled, their kingdom wrapping around them like an altar as the two became storm and sea all over again.

[bookishlifeofal]

book #51 A Year in the City: about fall, about history

So I've been reading Alistair Moffat's 2021 book The Secret History of Here: A Year in the Valley and what I started as a light-hearted read to distract myself from the soon-starting semester, turned out be much more changeable and of more sustainable peace than I would have imagined.

I'm very title-attached and choose many books just because of their title, sometimes I get teary-eyed just looking at certain book covers and their names. As I struggled with an on-coming anxiety-wave and depressing mood, I turned inwards and got back to my roots (namely, my parents' home), which I had to leave behind to move back to the city I attend university in.

So, I had high hopes for the book: it was supposed to cure me from my homesickness and give me a place to forget my anxiety in.

The book fulfilled that so far, to say the least. Alistair Moffat writes in a very easy-going manner and since the book is structured by having a short text for every day in the year, one always feels as if right by Moffat's side. After having read about half the book, he feels not like an unknown narrator, but like a grandpa you accompany alongside his walks.

But what the title promised me was not entirely fulfilled, which is not the fault of the book, but probably due to my own imaginations and idealizations: in the book, there is written a lot about death. About death and about long-foregone history. The mood is not continuously light-hearted and fun, but sometimes more gloomy and melancholic. I mean, there is often a good bit of light-heartedness, especially as now I am about to read the summer months, but there is something else, too.

The thing I realized as I was walking my own daily walk today (without dog, though, Moffat has one named Maidie) was that the book helped me appreciate nature more than I would have imagined.

I most often deny autumn so long as there are a few green leaves still attached to the trees, only to find that winter has approached shortly after my autumn had begun, but today I was able to just appreciate the way things were: yellow leaves, red leaves, wet soil and strong winds, a standard autumn. More clouds are in the sky, which makes every ray of sunlight valuable. It is cold, which lets me appreciate the warmth of my clothes and my room more.

I thought about the hidden history of the park I was wandering through and found myself a bit angry at my conditions: different from Moffat, I do not live in the countryside, but in the city (mind you, with very beautiful landscape just nearby and easily reachable by train). After a few seconds though, the peace set in and I appreciated my walk completely: even though the park is just a very thin, long-stretched green spot in the city, with car sounds reaching every corner of it, I saw much more life in the trees and flowers than I saw before. Approaching winter, the grass is left standing high in the park, not mowed since summer and I found myself staring in awe at the flowers still blooming. I even started to appreciate the fallen leaves, which had been huddled together in dark lumps. And of course I had to stand by the side of the river, watching as colorful leaves tumbled in the water along the undertow, now much stronger than it was in the summer.

At the end, I even walked a bit further than I originally planned, just because it was all so beautiful (and because the sun was shining, which I will not often experience in the following months). The peace I felt was marvelous.

The Secret History of Here is certainly not about the small German city I live in right now (but rather local Scottish history), but the walking-theme kept it interesting for me so far and the bits and bits about Scottish old history heavily sprinkled in really entertained me, as I imagined the descriptions of life Moffat gives are not too much different to what my old, old ancestors did here.

If you do not feel at least slightly better after a walk, the walk was not long enough. - me

Update: I finished the book and found this piece of review in my OneNote, so I just wanted to add that I still agree with everything said here, I'm just going to add that the book became a bit long-winded in the end and I took longer to finish than planned due to this.

Love, Al :)

[delicatefalice]

IN MY MIND YOUR MELODY GOES ON STRONGER THAN THE UNDERTOW THE NIGHT YOU RESCUED ME

the fact eric and ariel name their daughter melody because music is what brought them together

[avocodedigital]

Super Micro Stock Soars - AI Boosts GPU Shipments

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The Surge of Super Micro Stock: A New Era Driven by AI

In the rapidly evolving landscape of technology, the ties between machine learning, artificial intelligence, and hardware capabilities grow stronger each day. Recent trends have highlighted a significant shift in market dynamics, notably with **Super Micro Computer, Inc. (SMCI)** experiencing a remarkable upswing in share prices. But what is empowering this shift, and how is **AI boosting GPU shipments** in this context?

The Intersection of AI and Hardware

As artificial intelligence technologies burgeon, the essential role of **graphics processing units (GPUs)** becomes increasingly prominent. GPUs are pivotal in performing the parallel processing tasks that AI demands. Super Micro, a leading provider of server solutions known for its excellent track record, has leveraged this demand to enhance its market presence and value. **Key Factors Influencing the Surge in Stock:**

Increased AI Adoption: As more sectors embrace AI, the demand for AI-capable servers and computers escalates. Super Micro is strategically positioned to meet these needs with its efficient, scalable solutions.

Rising GPU Requirements: The computational power to support AI initiatives relies heavily on GPUs, whose shipments are now increasing to match the demands.

Strategic Partnerships and Innovations: By forming alliances with leading AI and tech developers, Super Micro enhances its product offerings to be more AI-optimized.

Understanding the Stock Market Surge

The stock market operates on perceptions and presentations of a firm's intrinsic and future value. While Super Micro’s financial statements have long portrayed stability, it’s the recent strategic innovations that have captivated investors. **The Chart Rally:** The stock rally observed in Super Micro's shares is emblematic of investors’ faith in the company's strategic direction. The sharp upward trend is more than a fleeting clip; it's a projection of sustained growth powered by robust market demand and technological advancements. **Market Expansion Through AI-Shaped Lenses:** Super Micro has leveraged the AI boon by integrating AI-ready solutions into its portfolio. A few highlights of this strategic shift include:

Targeting Data-Centric Markets: Industries that generate vast amounts of data, like healthcare and finance, are integrating AI solutions globally, increasing the need for servers capable of handling complex computations.

Value Addition through Customization: The ability to offer AI-driven customization in server solutions has propelled Super Micro ahead in terms of competitiveness and customer satisfaction.

Energy Efficiency: With the environmental footprint of tech equipment under scrutiny, Super Micro’s commitment to energy-efficient solutions addresses both operational costs and environmental concerns.

The Role of GPUs in Sustaining Super Micro's Growth

Graphics processing units are no longer just the backbone of gaming; they have become integral to handling AI computations. High demand for these units, driven by AI adoption, means high revenue potential for any company involved in their production or sale, notably Super Micro. **AI Workloads and the Essentiality of GPUs:** In multilayered neural networks, where data complexity demands immense computational power, GPU’s parallel processing capability stands unmatched. Super Micro’s adeptness at assembling and delivering scalable server solutions equipped with these advanced units underscores its core business advantage.

Implications for Investors and the Industry

For investors, this upward trend signals an opportunity to delve into tech stocks that promise sustainable growth supported by the AI wave's undertow. However, Super Micro's ascent is not just a gain for private portfolios; it reverberates industry-wide as a marker of technological evolution. **Market Anticipations and Future Trajectories:** As the narrative of AI continues to evolve with more intricate applications and uses, the demand for high-performance computing infrastructure is set to grow even more. Market forecasts suggest that this could lead to:

Expansion into Emerging Markets: The adoption of AI in diverse sectors across the globe augments a demand spurt, offering new geographical market opportunities for Super Micro.

Enhanced R&D Investments: Super Micro could leverage their market position to invest further in research and development, aiming to innovate cutting-edge tech for optimized AI applications.

Increased Competitive Pressure: As more firms join the AI-capable hardware race, innovation and adaptability will be key to maintaining market dominance.

Conclusion: A Future Guided by Innovation

The surge in Super Micro’s stock, driven by the increased need for AI-enhanced solutions and GPU shipments, epitomizes a larger shift within the tech ecosystem. For companies engaged in the interplay of data processing and AI, this move not only affirms their current industry strategies but also sets a precedent for future innovations to come. Super Micro’s story is not just about a bullish stock but rather an indication of the unfolding technological revolution that intersects data processing, AI advancements, and market dynamics. As AI continues to integrate deeper into the fabric of various industries, companies like Super Micro stand at the forefront, navigating and propelling this innovative momentum forward. Want more? Join the newsletter: https://avocode.digital/newsletter/

[ridethewindtoneverland]

how to use the beach/ocean as a weapon

seaweed is slippery when wet

so are docks and ship desks

seashells are sharp when newly broken

but soften when immersed in salt water

same applies to broken glass

sand dollars are sharper and flatter but more fragile than seashells

salt water does NOT taste pleasant

rOcKs

BaRnAcLeD rOcKs

dry sand get s hot; wet sand splatters, hurts more when it hits you, and may contain clams and/or other small animals

clam heads are vicious and evil

bigger ones spit when touched

smaller ones are more spontaneous

not many people like swimming with jellyfish

currents and undertows exist and are stronger than they appear

perrywinkle shells are sharp little suckers and VERY annoying to walk on barefoot

look out for patches of soft sand. they’re like a more polite version of quicksand, but will still slow you down and steal you shoes

if there's a lot of wind, the sand will cut in your ankles

deadly sea creatures

stonefish have the most painful sting of all living animals and can deliver excruciating pain and even death if stepped on (they are the most venomous fish on earth after all)

portuguese man o' wars – despite not being jellyfish – can also sting and cause terrible pain and even burns on your skin

source

[cjbolan]

Wild Uncharted Waters (The Little Mermaid) 【covered by Anna】 | female ver.

This song SCREAMS Emily Windsnap! Imagine Emily singing this just after meeting Shona, or Mary P. after just meeting Jake.

All I ever wanted Was the open sea and sky Freedom from the life I always knew Now all I am is haunted As days and hours roll by All I ever think about is you

There you are, over me Taking me with your song

To wild uncharted waters Miles beyond the sea I was darkness-bound, I had almost drowned                                                    'Til you came around, and you found me Now I am on the shoreline But I'm still lost at sea In these wild uncharted waters Come find me again

All I do is wonder Who you are and where you'll be In my mind, your melody goes on Stronger than the undertow The night you rescued me Silhouetted by the rising dawn

Oh, over you I cannot get over you

In wild uncharted waters Beyond where man can see When your eyes outshine the horizon line And you're finally real, here beside me Now I'm right here on the shoreline I'm right where you left me And your voice is like A siren that guides me

To wild uncharted waters Alone, just you and me And I hope you're there in the open air There's no map or compass to guide me, no Time may change the shoreline But time will not change me

If it takes my life I will finally find you again In uncharted waters Come find me again

[avalonrph]

. .｡. * ☆:* .:｡ prompts from uncharted waters

All I ever wanted was the open sea and sky

Freedom from the life I always knew

Now all I am is haunted

As days and hours roll by

All I ever think about is you

There you are , over me

Taking me with your song

To wild uncharted waters

Miles beyond the sea

I was darkness bound, I had almost drowned

'Til you came around, and you found me

Now I am on the shoreline

But I'm still lost at sea

In these wild uncharted waters

Come find me again

All I do is wonder

Who you are and where you'll be

In my mind, your melody goes on

Stronger than the undertow

The night you rescued me

Silhouetted by the rising dawn

I cannot get over you

I'm right where you left me

And your voice is like

A siren that guides me

Alone, just you and me

And I hope you're there, in the open air

There's no map or compass to guide me, no

Time may change the shoreline

But time will not change me

If it takes my life

I will finally find you again

Come find me again