#The Sparkle Beneath The Surface [Headcanons]

[crystalinetide]

Tag drop 2! <3

[entirelysein-e]

『 Like a god 』

☼ synopsis: worshipping tengen felt like a privilege to you, your body resting on the floor between strong thighs while your mouth showed him a piece of heaven.

☼ character: Tengen Uzui

☼ wc: 1.8k

☼ cw: gn!reader, oral (reader giving), pet names, body worship on Tengen, sloppy head, orgasm denial, cum eating

☼ notes: it started out as headcanons but I love sucking dick too much it seems.... || requested by @teddybeartoji 🫶 || Taglist

Feeling your lips melt against his was one of Tengens favorite feelings. The way your body rested against his, the weight resting on his lap while your upper body leaned into his. He swore up and down that this is the way he wanted to leave this world, wrapped in your embrace and every sense flooded with nothing but you. Your hands in his hair, your hands against his chest, arms looped around his body - as long as you threw yourself at him, he didn't care for anything else.

His lips against yours felt like the silence around the two of you exploded in colors that show in front of your closed eyes, every thought got erased from your mind and got replaced by nothing but him. His lips melting with yours almost drowned out the feeling of his strong hands running up your spine beneath your shirt, eliciting goosebumps in their wake until they tangled in your hair. Hands grabbing fists full of your hair, harsh but gentle at the same time to pull you closer, your kiss like oxygen to him until the taste of his becomes yours too.

Pulling back, Tengen barely registered the words you told him, eyes half lidded and glossed over from the way your love affects him.

"Hm?" He asked loopy, his mind still hazy from the kiss the two of you just shared, but you didn't feel like repeating yourself, far too worked up from feeling him harden beneath you.

Without another word, you ground your hips against his, a desperate whimper escaping your throat when you brushed against his bulge, hard and begging to be touched.

"My god... I want to give you what you deserve," you muse, loving to see his yes sparkle whenever you call him your god. But it was true, Tengen's love gave you salvation like no other, your mind at peace whenever you're with him and you never failed to make him feel like anything less than a god with the way you worship him.

Soft lips connect with the sensitive skin of your neck, open-mouthed kisses placed on your pulse point until he bit ever so gently, wanting to get a reaction out of you. The bite made you moan quietly and your hips jerked into his, your core desperate for any kind of friction at this point and you could feel him smirk against your throat.

Big hands held your hips in a firm grip as he guided your movement, dragging you along his clothed erection and you could feel how breathing got harder and harder until he was groaning against your skin, growing equally needy for release. But this wasn't what you wanted when you decided to sit on his lap just minutes ago - you were craving more, your mouth growing lonely with the absence of his cock on your tongue.

Detaching your lover from your neck, you carefully slid yourself from his lap to kneel on the floor between a pair of strong thighs that were spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination as your hands raked over his inner thighs and to the top of his pants. It was like unwrapping a gift every time, excitement written over your face as you shed the layers of clothes from what you desired.

Tengens cock stood proudly, resting against his defined abs the moment his hips sat back down onto the surface beneath. He was crafted by the gods themselves, every muscle of his body beautifully defined, flesh carved immaculate like marble beneath your eager fingers, tracing every ridge with nails and watching him shudder from the feeling.

"Touch me, my sweet," he hummed, hips raising slightly to punctuate where he needs your touch, but you wanted to take your sweet time with him, worshiping him in a way a god deserves.

Your lips started to press kisses from his knees, over his thighs and hip bones, all the way to his navel, just to trail down but never quite reaching the spot where he needed you most. It gave you a feeling of power, watching Tengen squirm and lose control until he begged for your love, for the pleasure only you know how to provide.

"Please... been thinking about your sweet lips all day," his voice started to sound strained and as much as he needed you, he would never make you please him. Strong thighs started to tremble when you bit his left thigh, far too close to his balls, but you had him right where you wanted.

The god of flashiness was putty in your palms, yours to mold, yours to play with and you would enjoy every second of the pleasure you would so generously give to him. Slowly, your tongue darted out to give a playful lick to his balls before kissing them ever so gently, feeling them twitch against your lips with every kiss. His hand grabbed a fist full of your hair once again, needing to hold onto you - onto anything really - to keep him grounded since you were driving him insane with just your kisses. Meanwhile, your hands started kneading and massaging Tengen’s strong thighs and when your eyes drifted upwards to see his reaction, you were met with a sight that's far beyond ethereal.

Tengen looked down at you as if you put every star in the night sky to shame, his brows knitted together and lips parted ever so slightly to let those little pants out that sounded an awful lot like a repetition of "please." It made you take pity on the man, your tongue slowly trailing up from his heavy balls all the way to the tip of his pretty cock, where you swirled your tongue to lap up the beads of precum that have gathered there. You didn't think his face could get any prettier, but when you wrapped your lips around just the tip, you moaned at the sight in front of you. To reward him, you sunk down all the way, welcoming his cock inside your throat while you buried your nose in the neatly trimmed bush at the base.

Tengen’s hands moved from your hair to hold the armrests of the chair he was seated on, knuckles almost white from how hard he held onto them. You never failed to take his breath away when you kneeled down for him, worshiping his cock as if this would be the last time you'd get to do this. You looked so in love with him, eyes fluttering close when you moan and whimper around his dick, hands holding onto his thighs as if he would disappear if you'd let go. The weight of him felt heavy on your tongue and you swore you could feel him in the pits of your stomach with how deep he was, but your thighs trembled with need upon tasting the salty taste of precum melt on your tongue. It was your personal heaven.

As you continue to please and serve your lover, giving him your all, you could feel him twitch on your tongue and inside your throat. Panic rushed over you and you quickly pulled away to squeeze the base of his cock with your hand, ruining his orgasm by stopping it before it had even started.

“Not yet… need more,” you whisper and kiss along his inner thighs with your slightly swollen lips. Despite the hiss that escaped his throat, he couldn't even say anything in return. Watching you pull away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock almost made him release despite the tight grip you had on him. Your spit was slowly running down his shaft and dripping off his heavy balls, collecting in a small puddle beneath, but neither of you seemed to mind, the sloppy head causing both of your heads to spin, both wanting more and so you leaned in. Your lips kissed along his shaft a second time, stopping just below his tip to suckle on the glands, your tongue dancing over his frenulum before pulling away entirely again to rest your head against his right thigh.

“Fuck.. why'd you stop?” He groaned, which only made you giggle. He was so desperate like this, allowing himself to be vulnerable, to become putty in your palm, but once more you took pity on him and stroked his length - an action mistaken for pity by your lover, but he should have known better.

Your touch disappeared as fast as it appeared, leaving his balls to contract, his dick starting to ache from how it twitched upon getting a second orgasm denied.

“Please… please, I need- my sweet. Please.” His begging sounded mindless at this point and neither of you were sure what he was begging for at this moment. Did he want more? Did he want you to stop? His desperate pleas were music to your ears, watching his hips buck up and fucking the air was the most divine view anyone could have set their eyes on and you leaned back in. This time you took pity on the man before you, craving to taste him on your tongue as much as he craved you. Tengen’s breath hitched when your lips wrapped around him once more and your name fell like a sinful prayer from his lips, bouncing off the wall and melting with the lewd sounds of your mouth bobbing up and down his impressive length.

The moment his high crashed over the man, his hips shot up, a loud moan leaving him with pure pleasure. Your hand reached to fondle his balls, the feeling of them emptying felt so good against your palm as you collected his release on your tongue just for the last spurt to paint your pretty lips in pretty ivory. This was his favorite part, seeing you enjoy what he gave to you. With a sweet smile, you lolled out your tongue to show him his hot release resting on your tongue before swallowing it all and licking your lips clean until every last drop was gone.

Unsure what it was about this act, Tengen moaned at the sight, knowing you worship him and take everything he gives to you, eagerly swallowing every drop of his release - it made him fall deeper in love with you every time. And without any hesitation, your lover pulled you back onto his lap, a strong hand resting on the back of your neck when his lips crashed into yours, once again melting against one another and he had to correct his previous thoughts.

Feeling you melt against his lips was Tengen's second favorite feeling - Tasting himself on your tongue must be the best feeling a man could experience.

Networks: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

[misc-obeyme]

Mer!MC Headcanons - Older Brothers

I said I'd write 'em, so here we are. They were getting stupidly long, so this is just the three older brothers.

The concept is that MC is a merperson from the human world who somehow found their way into the Devildom.

If people like these, then I may do the rest of the brothers.

read the younger brothers here and the side characters here

GN!mer!MC x Lucifer, Mammon, & Leviathan

Warnings: none

Lucifer

He first notices you at Diavolo's private beach. After a lot of pestering, Lucifer finally agreed to take a break there, but insisted on going alone. He's looking out across the sparkling ocean in a place where the artificial sunlight creates a soft glow. And that's when he sees you. First, just a tail, shimmering. And then the top of your head, hair and skin glistening as the ocean water drips from you. He feels your eyes on him, even though you're far out in the waves.

Lucifer stands on the shore, letting the waves trickle around his ankles. He won't go too far. He's waiting for you to come to him. He knows you will. And in the end, you do. Swimming in slow, large circles, each round bringing you closer and closer to where he waits. You're wary of him - you're from the human world and you aren't familiar with demons. But this one looks strong. When you get close enough, he smiles, completely disarming you.

And he will take the time to find out who you are and where you came from. He asks about your life in the human world, how you ended up in the Devildom. When he deems you harmless, he finds himself focusing more on how entrancing you are. The way you bob in the water, the brightness of your scales, the delicate magic that hums beneath your skin.

Lucifer comes back over and over to the private beach. The others are surprised, but they don't question it because he so rarely takes breaks. But Lucifer only wants to see you. He'll ask you if you want to come back with him. He's found a spell that will allow you to have legs. He will accept your decision either way and in the end, he knows you'll always need to return to the sea. But for now, will you take his hand, MC?

Mammon

He heard that there was a treasure chest at the bottom of one of the Devildom's many deep dark lakes. So he goes diving with an underwater breathing spell and nearly has a heart attack when he finds you instead. You hide behind a large rock, just as frightened of him, then peek around it as Mammon recovers himself. You both stare at each other for a long time, neither one feeling brave enough to come closer. But Mammon can't talk to you like this.

He swims to the surface, breaking into the Devildom air. Your head slowly rises from the water a few feet away from him. He asks you who you are. Mammon wants to know how you got here and where you're from. He's treading water as best he can, but he's losing strength. So you swim over and take it upon yourself to escort him to shore. He blushes profusely as you grab hold of his waist and use your powerful fin to propel him out of the deep water.

Mammon is dripping on the shore of the lake, just talking to you. You spend so much time chatting, he completely dries out. He finds a kindred spirit in you - shiny treasure is something you enjoy, too. And you can tell that he's interested in your tail. You get as close to the land as you dare, flopping out the end of your tail beside him. He touches it carefully, the rings on his fingers catching your eye as he moves them across your scales. You shiver at the touch.

When Mammon comes back to the lake, he finds you waiting on the shore, your tail wrapped around a large treasure chest. He falls to his knees in front of you. You lean across the chest and tell him you found what he had been looking for in the lake. He takes your hands. Don't ya know that he already found the treasure in this lake, MC? You're more precious to him than any chest. He still takes the chest, but not before he takes out the shiniest jewel to give to you, along with a promise to return.

Leviathan

It's at Siren Beach where Levi first meets you. He's there to visit Lotan, of course, but before he has a chance to say hello to his old friend, he spots you there in the water. You're immediately interested in him. Something about him makes you want to come closer. He's cautious about you, not sure what a merperson like you would be doing here at this beach.

Despite the pull he has on you, you're skittish about getting too close. But Levi doesn't wait around for you to come to him. He's concerned about you and what you're doing in Lotan's area. He takes the initiative to swim out toward you. His swimming skills impress you. The ocean is calm here, but his arms are strong and steady. He reaches you easily.

You can't help getting playful with him, swimming around him in circles before he finally manages to get you to slow down a little. He gets you to tell him who you are and where you're from. He's a little baffled about a human world merperson getting all the way out here. But he's distracted when Lotan arrives and it's clear right away that you've already befriended the great sea beast.

The three of you play together in the ocean for hours. Levi comes back to visit Lotan, but he finds himself looking forward to seeing you, too. As he gets closer to you, he starts to think you'd be better off back in your own home. He brings it up to you one day. He can find a way to bring you back to the human world. When you shut that idea down and tell him you'd rather stay in the Devildom with him and Lotan, he gets flustered. Y-you don't have to stay just for him, MC! You wrap your tail around him and pull him close so he understands why you have no plans to leave. You enjoy the way his blush deepens.

younger brothers | side characters | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[bloomingdayswithyou]

Hello! Can I request scenario or headcanons (it's up to you) with N who meets his childhood crush (gn!reader) who came back from their hometown Paldea after a long time. And it's their meeting after a long time, they catch up and both of them still have feelings for each other. Reader has meowscarada as partner pokemon and meowscarada sees that they both pin on each other so tried to set them up (or helps to N ask reader out) bc wants to see it's trainer happy.

(sorry that it's so long but I've been thinking about this for days)

Enchanted Reunion

Pairing: n x gn!reader

Words: 642

Warnings: none

A/N: idk how did this one turned out?? I hope it’s good enough🫣

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling city at Unova, N found himself wandering through the streets with a sense of anticipation. He had heard whispers, rumors that a familiar face had returned to the city after a long absence. And deep within his heart, he hoped that those rumors were true. His heart raced as he finally spotted the silhouette he had longed to see. There you were, standing on a street corner, your smile as radiant as he remembered. With a quickened pace, N approached, his heart pounding in his chest.

"y/n!" he called out, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and delight. You turned toward the sound, your eyes widening as you met his gaze. "N?" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with disbelief.

The two of you closed the distance, and before you knew it, you were wrapped in a warm embrace, the years apart melting away in an instant. N's arms encircled you, his touch sending a rush of familiar comfort through your veins.

"It's really you," N murmured, his voice soft as he held you close. You pulled back slightly, gazing up at him with a fond smile. "I can't believe you're here. It's been so long." The two of you spent hours catching up, sharing stories of the time apart. Laughter filled the air as you recounted childhood memories, and N's eyes sparkled with genuine happiness, his heart swelling with each moment you shared.

As the night deepened, you mentioned your partner Pokémon, an enigmatic cat Pokémon known as Meowscarada, who had been by your side all this time. N's curiosity was piqued, and you reached into your bag, releasing the Pokéball that held your beloved companion. With a flash of light, Meowscarada materialized before you, its form an imposing yet intriguing sight. N's eyes widened in awe as he observed the unique Pokémon.

"Meowscarada," you said affectionately, "meet N. N, this is Meowscarada." N regarded the Pokémon with a mixture of wonder and respect. He extended his hand, allowing Meowscarada to nuzzle against his palm, its presence both captivating and mysterious.

"An extraordinary Pokémon," N mused, his voice filled with admiration. Meowscarada's keen gaze shifted between you and N, as it seemed to sense the connection that lingered between the two of you. There was an unspoken understanding in its eyes, a knowledge of the feelings that had endured over the years. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Meowscarada had sensed the mutual affection that still bound you and N together. It was as if the Pokémon could perceive the emotions that danced beneath the surface, the unspoken longing that had persisted.

In a whimsical and calculated display, Meowscarada gracefully moved towards N, its bípedo form swaying like a dancer as it brushed affectionately against his side. With a flourish, it then turned its attention to you. Meowscarada's movements were deliberate, its actions a clever illusion, encouraging both you and N to embrace the emotions that pulsed beneath the surface. As it lowered itself gracefully, you felt a gentle touch – a reassuring caress of its leafy mask against your cheek, a gesture that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the physical and the magical. In that moment, Meowscarada's enchanting aura enveloped you both, guiding you towards a deeper connection and a shared acknowledgement of the unspoken feelings that bloomed between you.

N's gaze met yours, a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes. Meowscarada's actions had ignited a spark of courage within him, an urge to finally express what he had kept hidden. "(Y/N)," he began, his voice soft yet determined, "there's something I've wanted to say."

Your heart raced as you met his gaze, your curiosity piqued. "What is it, N?"

With a deep breath, N took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "From the moment we met all those years ago, my heart was captivated by you. And even though time and distance have separated us, my feelings have only grown stronger." A rush of emotion surged through you, your heart pounding in your chest. "N…"

"I don't want to waste any more time," N continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to be by your side, y/n, not as just friends, but as something more." Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized that the feelings you had held onto for so long were reciprocated. With a smile that radiated happiness, you nodded, your voice filled with warmth. "N, I feel the same way."

In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the towering cat that had orchestrated this heartfelt confession. Meowscarada watched with satisfaction, its mission to bring two hearts together accomplished.

As N pulled you into a tender embrace, you felt a sense of completeness that you had yearned for over the years. The city around you seemed to come alive with a newfound magic, and in the presence of the enigmatic Pokémon that had silently championed your love, you and N embarked on a new chapter of your journey – hand in hand, hearts entwined, and a future filled with boundless possibilities.

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[doumadono]

Douma & s/o practicing Tessenjutsu - headcanons

Requested by: @grossograsso ♥

MASTERLIST

Douma, being skilled in combat and knowledgeable about various forms of martial arts, takes a keen interest in your desire to learn tessenjutsu, the art of fighting with a tessen (iron fan). He sees it as an opportunity to bond further and share a common interest

Douma's approach to training you is patient and supportive. He understands the importance of starting from the basics and gradually progressing. He helps you master the fundamental techniques, offering guidance and gentle corrections along the way. "Now, focus on your footwork. Keep your stance stable, and remember to pivot your hips for more power. Ready? Begin!"

There are times when you become frustrated with a difficult technique, feeling like you're not making any progress. Sensing your discouragement, Douma surprises you with a small gift — a beautifully designed tessen that he personally crafted. It serves as a reminder of his belief in your abilities and reignites your determination to improve

As you train together, Douma's eyes sparkle with admiration as he witnesses your growth and dedication. He encourages you, praising your progress and helping you refine your skills. Your training sessions become moments of shared passion and connection. "Impressive! Your movements are becoming more natural. Keep refining your technique, and soon you'll be a master of tessenjutsu!"

Despite your best efforts, accidents happen, and sometimes wounds are inevitable. When you accidentally cut yourself with the tessen, Douma's concern immediately takes over. He swiftly tends to you, gently cleaning and bandaging the wound with utmost care, his touch both gentle and reassuring. "Ah, Y/N, you need to be more focused, my little lotus. We don't want you to bleed out, yeah?"

To add a touch of humor to your training, Douma challenges you to a friendly tessenjutsu duel. Despite his formidable skills, he purposely hams up his defeat, pretending to be dramatically defeated by your swift strikes and exaggeratedly collapsing to the ground. You can't help but burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting the seriousness of your practice

In the serene setting of the garden within his temple, Douma and you train on the bridges that stretch above the large pond. The peaceful atmosphere, with vibrant koi carps swimming gracefully beneath them and lotus flowers adorning the water's surface, creates a peaceful backdrop for your practice

Beyond the physical aspect, Douma also helps you strengthen your mental resilience. He encourages you when you feel discouraged, reminding you of your progress and highlighting your strengths. His unwavering belief in your abilities serves as a powerful motivation

Douma's presence provides a sense of security during your training sessions. His watchful eyes never stray too far from you, ready to offer guidance or protection if needed. He creates an environment where you feel safe to explore your skills and push your limits

Training sessions often become moments of shared laughter and lightheartedness. Douma infuses your practice with playful banter and witty remarks, creating an atmosphere that fosters enjoyment and camaraderie

In this dynamic of trust, growth, and shared passion, Douma and you discover not only the art of tessenjutsu but also the depths of your love for each other, blossoming amidst the beauty of the garden they call your own. "I can't help but feel an immense sense of pride watching your development, seeing how far you've come. Your dedication and determination have truly paid off. Your strikes are precise, your footwork has improved significantly, and your overall control of the tessen is impressive. You've become a force to be reckoned with."

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

An Anniversary like No Other (Sigurd/Master)

Request: Soft sfw Sigurd headcanons/ messing up the celebration for Sigurd's Summoning Anniversary Celebration/ Master has strong feelings for Sigurd + his reaction-- from an anonymous user

This is a long overdue gift for a special Sigurd appreciator who has been a great person to talk to. Thank you for waiting for so long. As this is the very first time writing Sigurd, I apologise for any inconsistencies in advance.

Note: No warnings, but this includes a master who has feelings for Sigurd.

❃ The day you summoned Sigurd was an auspicious day. As Chaldea's leylines glimmered with a sparkling rainbow hue, you were taken aback by the solemn yet also quite friendly demeanor of this particular hero.

❃ "Are you my master? Please give me your orders. I promise you they will be carried out swiftly." His initial greeting towards you is rather formal and polite, indicating he could possibly make for a great ally both on and off the battlefield.

❃ Your eyes sparkle with wonder at this hero, wishing to grow closer to him; delighted by how easily conversation bounces between the two of you. 'I hope we can talk more in the future...'

❃ It is the hallmark of the development of a rather wonderful new bond...

Daily Life (Soft Headcanons)

❃ At first he may seem a bit cold, focusing moreso on fulfilling his duties to you as a servant instead of as a friend. However, as time gradually trickles on; he can't help but grow to like you. A master that values him and doesn't betray him? It's a complete win-win in his eyes!

❃ Sigurd makes for a wonderful accomplice. Need any help with battle strategy? Farming? Assistance with any other duties? Sigurd's your guy. Not only is he very intelligent, but he is very grateful for you placing his trust in him as a Servant, wishing for you to use him to his absolute limits (he may offer to lay his life down for you).

❃ Showing interest in both him as a person and his background fills Sigurd with great joy and pride. Though he may deem talking about personal details as mere 'idle chatter' at first, it isn't long before the two of you can speak freely about many things! Whenever you visit him to talk, he is extremely happy; willing to talk about his culture, his language and the things he enjoys. In addition to that, he is really interested to learn about you as well!

❃ However, he may go into extremely precise detail at times, as he gets very passionate when talking about what is dear to him (and packs a great memory to boost); talking about very significant moments and hyperfocusing onto his favorite parts. He also gets inwardly joyful whenever he remembers little factoids about you, his glasses sparkling.

❃ Sigurd is very protective of you in battle, shielding you from any threats. He just wants his master to feel as supported as he possibly can. He doesn't want to see you suffer alone, especially not when you are going through such difficult times.

❃ However, the way in which he tries to alleviate the pain may be a bit surprising at times, with him flashing an occasional MEGANE KIRAN! (just to cough lightly from slight embarrassment after) or making surreal movements and maneuvers with the intent of cheering you up a little bit. He may be a bit awkward at times, but he has got the right spirit and heart.

❃ He also possesses a great sense of faith in you as well, describing you as the 'light'. Therefore, he will do his utmost to support you and cheer you on with your own desires and dreams as well. However, he also understands that you may have limits as a human, and tries to check up on your wellbeing and ensure that you get a good rest as well!!

❃ Brynhildr is extremely dear to him, so he is grateful to you for supporting their love so much, and for assisting with their reunion in Chaldea. Despite this, he notices the little droop in your smile, and the twinge in your expression at times when you are around them both; and can't help but wonder if there is something deeper going on beneath the surface.

❃ But as he is a very polite guy, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and is willing to wait as long as need be for you to finally voice the feelings that you have kept deeply buried within. Sigurd is a deeply loyal person, so he doesn't judge you for how you feel; instead wishing to lend an ear if you ever come to need him in the future.

THE ANNIVERSARY (dun dun dun!!!)

❃ A year has passed, and now the two of you have become rather close contemporaries; Sigurd is an incredibly special fellow in your heart (though the way it races slightly around him indicates that your love for him is not solely platonic, but mayhap romantic as well).

❃ Wanting to commemorate the event, you decide to make a surprise cake for him; enlisting one of the chefs that can actually keep a secret (probably Boudicca and/or Emiya) to help you a bit with the recipe. Your plan is to make the ultimate Sigurd memorabilia cake- with a replica of his weapon made with icing, as well as decorating it with a color scheme that suits him. You even scour ancient cookery manuals within the library to guess what flavors would be to his liking, settling for a Yule Cake!

❃ Pouring your entire heart into the confection, you are horrified to see the lopsided decorations and burnt raisins, as well as the very strange end result that the cake ends up in. Tears in your eyes, you are about to give up right there and then, until-

❃ Sigurd appears, worried that you had set the kitchen on fire! Taken aback by this, you begin to sniffle back tears, distraught that not only had your surprise fallen apart, but that your gift to Sigurd had come out as a messy slop!! As the words tumble out of your mouth about how much of a mess this is, of how much you wanted to show him your gratitude, and about how deeply you care for him, he patiently listens, making an occasional sound- to emphasise that he is readily hanging onto your every word.

❃ "Thank you, master. I am honored that you would make such a thoughtful gift in my name. Can I have a bite?" As you reluctantly agree, warning him of the burnt raisins and bitter taste of the cake, he cuts a slice anyway; smiling through the whole thing.

❃ To Sigurd, it doesn't matter that your gift turned out a bit lopsided. What truly matters to him is the sheer devotion you poured into his gift. Expressing said thoughts directly, your heart hammers in your chest, as a blush spreads across your face...and accidentally let slip how you feel about him.

❃ Stricken by terror, you try to flee the room at once after your confession; scared by how he would react. He had a wife. A partner. There was no way that he would take kindly to this, you thought- but that is not the case at all. Softly latching a hand onto your shoulder, Sigurd thanks you for your affections towards him.

❃ "I knew something was going on... however, I never anticipated that you possessed romantic inclinations towards me. Thank you ever so much for viewing me with such affection, master. I am forever your grateful servant."

❃ As for what this means for the future of your relationship, it is unclear. However, it is certain that you are dear to him as well- as for in what way.. well, that still remains a mystery.

[kelp-person]

you know, i see a lot of genshin sagau fics/headcanons featuring the creator as some divine being who is either a.) from our world, where genshin is a game to them, or b.) an already immortal being who just vibes in the background without their worshippers knowing. and while i understand that those concepts have a charm and appeal to them, what about ...

᯽ a creator who hides away on the dark side of the moon in a large workshop, where they spend their days over an anvil with a giant hammer in hand as they craft something, anything that their heart desires. perhaps it's a new world, or maybe it's a weapon to gift to their creations, or maybe even a new animal for them to send off to see how it fares and how their other creations react to it.

᯽ a creator who does not bleed gold, or anything for that matter, for why would a being made of nothing need such mortal things to thrive? with this, the creator can be recognized by one thing and one thing only: the black markings that decorate their body - especially the upper half of their face, which also holds sparkling eyes of white pupils and vibrant, space-like colors of sclera; so bright that they glow even in the darkest of places.

᯽ a creator who has each world that they've carefully crafted on a pedestal, where they can watch their creations thrive and progress through their lives and take note of how they choose to live ( because even if the life they choose is one of darkness and cruelty, their creator will always love them, because after all: each of them were made with a spark of them inside their souls, although the creator highly doubts they'll ever know that ).

᯽ a creator whose ears are long and pointed and fingers are clawed, looking as if they had been dipped in pools of tar with the blackness that covers them. and if that fact alone doesn't seem monstrous enough, imagine a mere mortal's reaction when they see that their creator's hands can shift into anything they desire, such as a blade or - their personal favorite - a hammer.

᯽ a creator who looks on in pride behind their round goggles ( because although they are an immortal god, getting stuff in their eyes as they work is still a pain ) as two of their most recent creations ( who had given themselves the names of "lumine" and "aether" ) travel through the many worlds they had created and discover the many promises and gifts that lay beneath their surfaces.

᯽ a creator who, after witnessing the world-traveling siblings' separation, snarls in anger as one of their fellow gods dare defy them. the rage they hold for this act alone is enough to make their entire workshop shake and make the small stars that explore the place and peek through cracks shiver out of fear.

᯽ a creator who sends one of their stars ( named paimon ) down to the land of teyvat to act as a guide for the traveler as they help them search for their sibling ( along with the very god who dare cause this mess in the first place ).

᯽ a creator who is, most importantly, not a being of light, but a being of darkness. not because of what morals that lie within them, though, but because of the fact that they are willing to be known as the black sky of the night so that their creations - their moons and stars - can shine the brightest in front of them.

[niicevibe]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

i'm so ridiculously in love with this man, it is a terrible obsession, and so here's this quick, self-indulgent lil thing i wrote for him and me reader. i feel like a goober tho, this is the first piece i've posted on here besides an oc story and my headcanon collections LOL

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 -> feminine terms (mellorine, mademoiselle); kind of based off of a scene from that vr one piece game; y/n is a new straw hat member i guess + her noble family kinda sucks; kind of rushy bc i didn't feel like writing a backstory lol; honourifics are used; maybe a little suggestive...? just in case

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k :)

“What a cute kitchen!”

Your eyes can barely contain their sparkle as you take in the final room of the tour. Smiling, you'd realize it's already occupied by the light chopping sounds coming from the left of the entrance. You approach him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder. “There you are, Sanji-san,” you'd gently called, not wanting to startle him in the middle of his food prep.

"Ah, _______-chan!" Throwing a careful grin of his own over his shoulder to you, he sets down his knife at the edge of the cutting board to turn completely around to you. "I was wondering when you'd make your way in. You're just in time – I'm making lunch!"

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you apologize with a small laugh. “I think Nami was just a little… excited? Relieved? That she wasn’t “the only woman” on the Merry anymore, I mean. Her grand tour felt more like a tea date.”

“No apologies necessary; making you feel at home with us comes first. Do you?” he asks.

“I do,” you reply easily. “Our captain encouraging me to toss a chair at my window to escape was probably one of the first signs of that one for me.”

Sanji chuckles. “I’m glad. Well, what do you think?” He raises his arms from his sides, inviting you to take in his safe haven.

“It’s quite lovely, as I suppose kitchens normally are?” You glide your fingers across the island, enjoying how smooth the surface had felt on your skin. “This is my first time being inside one.”

“Your first time?” Sanji repeats, genuinely shocked.

Nodding, “I was never allowed inside ours,” you explain. “My parents were… very conservative and traditional in their ways. It may have stemmed from them being apologists of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, but they always said that entering such places would be beneath our name.” You sigh deeply. “I always knew they were wrong.”

For a moment, Sanji is quiet, the slight tapping of your shoes and the bubbling of the boiling liquid in the pot overtop the stove the only sounds filling the room.

“I didn’t know you were also the chef until Nami mentioned it in her tour,” you add, your voice soft. “How wonderful.” You sniff the air, your lips quickly rising once more in appreciation of the scent filling the kitchen. “Wow… That smells incredible.”

Sanji’s lips part in awe at you, watching you move closer toward the stove. Not wanting to hang your head directly over the pot, you waft the vapour closer to you, inhaling deeply.

“What do you call this, Sanji-san?” You gesture into the pot. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this before.”

“… it’s called Sugo all’amatriciana,” he says, making his way to join her side. “A sauce made of tomatoes.” From the drawer to the right of the stove, Sanji steals a spoon. “Panchetta. Pecorino romano.” Having given the sauce a stir with a ladle, he dips the spoon inside to scoop some up. “Onion and garlic.” A hand cradling beneath the spoon’s curve, “and a bit of basil.” He lowers it toward Mavis, who only blinks. “Try it.”

“Really? Could I?”

Sanji’s lower lip curls inwards, pinching the inside flesh between his teeth when you lean forward to blow lightly on the sauce. Lips parted, you barely release a breath, one just strong enough to begin cooling it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking back the contents in the spoon.

"Sanji-san... this is delicious!!" you gush after a moment spent savouring the flavour. "It's the perfect amount of garlic, and the pecorino tastes so fresh–" You hum almost excitedly at the leftover flavour on your tongue. "You really are such an amazing chef."

Sanji’s grip on the handle falters, the metal slipping from between his thumb and forefinger and clattering to the floor, his other hand coming up to clap over his own mouth. Immediately, you're turning to the cook with worry.

"Sanji-san, what's the matter?" you ask, reaching out to him. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, I-I–"

"I..." You frown, the skin of your forehead bunched together in concern. "I just didn't expect you to be so cute."

"C-Cute?!" you exclaim, your face instantly exploding with heat.

Sanji swears his entire body stalls at your expression; like a set of cogs that’s lost one of its gears, the chef goes still, but his heart continues to pound beneath his ribs. As you attempt to collect yourself, Sanji slowly extends his hands out toward you, and places them on your shoulders.

"San... ji-san?"

"______," he practically whispers, head tipped down toward yours. You swallow, nerved by the intensity in his one visible eye. "You really are the cutest."

"I-I... Sanji..."

This time, your warmth is contained to your cheeks. Sanji’s smile is sweet, crooked with the relief of not being pushed away by his new female crewmate or battered on the head by them. The gentleness in your eyes entrances him, and before he can control himself, the young cook leans forward toward the young deckhand, his eyes shut and lips searching for yours. A small breath escapes you before you're able to reel it in—it would be your first kiss. Your first kiss with, practically, a stranger. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away— it’s actually quite the opposite.

Hands having risen to balance your trembling body against him, they press into the lapels of his blazer, your fingers winding around them to give him a slight tug toward you. Eye swirling with adoration, Sanji is quick to fit his lips to yours, his own hands respectfully daring to come up to rest above your hips. With a small sigh, you press into him just a little more firmly, a little more curiously, steadily becoming more and more listless the longer your kiss goes on, and despite the loss of air in your lungs, you discover it to be difficult to pull away from Sanji, your hands releasing his suit and travelling to hold him to you by his nape.

The sharp hitch of your breath should have acted as a sign that you should pull away, that you should break to breathe, but you couldn’t bear to let him go. Feeling the tip of your tongue suddenly dart along his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of tobacco that had lingered from his last cigarette, Sanji chuckles into your mouth. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he gently insists on bringing you back down to earth with a subtle tap against your side that has your eyes opening. Finally, you part from him, sucking in a breath so deep that it nearly has you choking on it.

“M-Mellorine, mellorine,” Sanji calls to you over your heavy panting, a hand rising from your hip to tilt your chin toward him, “you have to breathe at some point, no?”

“I-I... I… guess...”

Sanji blinks at you, his own face flaming once again. Did she sound… disappointed? His hands, warm and slightly calloused at the tops of his palms, slide around to hold your face in them.

“I adore your enthusiasm, mademoiselle, but if you pass out, I can’t kiss you how I want to.”

© niicevibe | please don't repost! reblogs appreciated 💛

[ikehoe]

Ikemen Prince Suitors Having Naughty Dreams – part 3 [Gilbert, Keith, Silvio] [Smut]

Characters ↬ Gilbert von Obsidian, Keith Howell, Silvio Ricci

Rating ↬ Explicit (mdni)

Tags ↬ Ikemen Prince Headcanon, Fluff, Smut, PIV, Established Relationships (for some characters)

A/N ↬ And this concludes the final part of the Ikeprince Wet Dream HCs (人◕ω◕). Unlike the other suitors, I don’t have much experience writing them, so it’s all based on the translations available.

You can read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here.

Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games.

Word Count ↬ 1.2k

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Gilbert von Obsidian

At first glance, Gilbert was an unshakeable man, all sinister charm hidden behind fake smiles. The evil he was capable of barely simmering beneath the surface.

When he visits Rhodolite under the guise of a diplomatic trip to repair the quickly souring Obsidianite and Rhodolite relationship, he ends up requesting you to be his guide during his stay.

After all, he already has suspicions about your stay in the Castle. Your outlook on things is just so different from all of the nobles around him.

You’re supposed to be guiding him around the Castle, so how does he end up being the one that leads you around?

But as each day passes by, he starts to look forward to being the one to cause that timid smile to form on your face. You’re still apprehensive around him, sure, but who wasn’t?

He just can’t help but fixate on your plump, soft lips whenever you call out his name.

“Prince Gilbert… Prince Gilbert? Are you alright? You’re looking a little dazed.”

And although his recovery is clumsy at best, he manages to play it off. But he knows that he’s never been so enraptured by someone before.

As he drifts off to sleep that night, his subconscious is swarmed with thoughts of your captivating lips wrapped around his length, tongue swirling around the head until he was uttering curses as he neared his release.

But it doesn’t just stop there. Not only is he captivated by your lips, but he’s also particularly appreciative of your shapely rear. Thank the gods that he gets to run his cane all along your sensitive flesh before he strikes down in one fluid motion, watching as you cry out for him.

And the next day, when he wakes up, undergarments spent with his release, he curses to himself as he realizes just how out of hand his “minor” obsession with you has become.

That’s why when you knock on his door, ready to do your duties of guiding him around the palace, he pulls you into his room and traps you in his arms instead, garnet eye gleaming with unbridled heat.

“You know, little bunny, hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s dangerous to get too close to a tiger?”

Keith Howell

The sweet and meek Prince of Jade, Keith Howell, wasn’t typically one for taking bold risks.

But the more he saw you, with your pretty hair and lovely smile, the more he wanted to be around you.

And so, he’s infinitely grateful to his dear friend, Yves, when the latter starts inviting him to regular tea parties with you. In fact, just call Yves the ultimate wingman as he sometimes wanders off, leaving the two of you alone, mumbling about needing to double-check if Clavis had broken into his room or not.

It gives Keith the perfect opportunity to admire you in all of your pure, captivating beauty and admire you he does. It’s only when you catch him in the act and offer him one of those smiles he adores so much is when he looks away, cheeks aflame, stammering an incoherent apology to you.

In fact, he’s so captivated by you that even the more sinister side of him becomes curious. His golden eyes sparkle as he examines you, bit by bit, no longer averting his gaze when you catch him in the act.

“P—Prince Keith? Is there something on my face?” You ask, hands flying to your cheeks immediately, rubbing at whatever was causing the olive-haired man to gaze at you.

“No, I just somehow find myself drawn to you every time you’re around… is this what love feels like?” He drawls, reaching out a gloved finger to grab a piece of your silken strands.

“W—what?!”

“I jest, of course. There’s no way someone as lovely as you would be interested in someone like me,” he says, gaze immediately softening as that switch in him flicked back on. “Let us continue eating these lovely darioles you’ve made.”

And yet, when he falls asleep that night, all he dreams about is him ravaging you, sucking your supple skin between his lips until he left mark after mark, until every inch of your body was covered in him.

Of course, when he was finally happy with his handiwork, he’d grab you close and line up against your entrance, eager to feel your needy walls welcome him in.

It’s a damn shame that he only had a week left to his visit in Rhodolite… Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to let the darker side of him handle you until his departure. After all, that heat in your gaze from his brazenness yesterday was unmistakable.

Silvio Ricci

As the Benitoitian Prince that can get everything and anything he wants, Silvio is utterly stunned when you refute his advances.

After all, he’s tried his best to charm (insult) you, and it usually works on all the women back in Benitoite – you should have been honoured to be called his pet!

Not to mention that annoying blonde servant you have around you at all times, glaring at him as though he were the scum of the earth. It’s a look Silvio is familiar with, but how could a man like that be someone you willingly keep around you?

No matter how many jewels he attempts to throw at you for a night of guaranteed pleasure with him, or the amount of money he offers you, you don’t give in, and it is infuriating.

Maybe that’s why you start visiting him in his dreams, taunting him, letting him have a ghost of a taste before drawing away from him. Your bare body singing to him like the sweetest siren song, all curves, and supple skin.

And then when he finally catches you, he gleefully realizes that despite how frustrated you make him, you really do taste just as sweet as you look, and he just can’t get enough.

Even in his sweetest dreams, you toy with him, teasing him until he’s wrapped around your pinky. He even lets you put a collar on him, just as long as you promise him to be his.

When he finally has your shapely legs wrapped around his torso, thrusting into you as the golden chains that hang from his neck swing above your face, he swears that he could give up everything he had just to keep indulging in your body.

But reality is a harsh slap in the face for him as he wakes up from his dream, body glistening with sweat, fists clenched at his sides.

All he could do for a bit of relief is fist his hardened length, sliding his hand up and down until he felt his release coat his digits, rasps of your name still hot on his tongue as he imagined how euphoric it would feel being inside you.

Despite all of the frustrations you brought him, there was no way he was leaving Rhodolite without having a taste of you. After all, he was the Prince that could get anything and anyone, and that includes you.

[soncfthewitch]

HEADCANON - WORLD OF DARKNESS VERSE

This church was condemned for a reason, Ezra thought as he stepped inside. This place, which had once stood with such pride and joy, felt like a tomb. A cold, damp chill crept up his spine, and all the warmth in him was stolen away at each passing moment. If not for the soft orange light of candles flickering on the walls ahead, it would have been pitch black.

The flames were fragrant, burning bright and hot in their iron holders. The auburn light cascaded over the pews, landing on their worn surfaces and giving them a life they had longed for. Some were missing- broken or turned over, others left in pieces. A few of them remained upright and polished to perfection, as if no time had passed at all.

Ezra paused as he took the last step across the room. In front of him was a garden, an old sanctuary that served no one anymore. It had been overtaken by weeds and plants long ago. Some rose high into the air, their leaves becoming a root to separate them from the rest of the world. The ground beneath him was covered in a thin layer of furry moss.

He could sense it all, from the rumble of thunder to the wind pulling at his clothes and tugging at his hair. Everything was achingly real and overpoweringly surreal at once, a sensory overload that forced Ezra’s eyes shut despite himself.

Ezra felt the magic shift within his chest, a profound power vibrant as it flowed from inside him. It moved like a living thing, restless as it seeped into the damp soil below his feet. The green mist drifted over the dead grasses until they were submerged, the color of it staining everything with a verdant sheen. It shimmered in the darkness like a meadow lit by lantern firelight, and Ezra felt that same warm glow deep inside his chest. He focused on that connection with his magic and used it to guide him as he created the body for the spirit now whirling around him.

The spirit was a gray cloud that rumbled and growled like thunder. It shined and sparkled in the darkness, illuminating everything around it with its brilliance. The colors were sharp and vivid, almost unreal in their depth. Ezra reached out with his fingers to catch a tiny droplet, but it slipped through his grasp without even touching him.

The green mist rippled around the cloud, around the spirit. And Ezra could see it condensing, packing in on itself to take the shape of a white wolf. It emerged from within the mist until their form was solid- nose first, then ears, claws, and a long furry tail. The colors were vivid as it shimmered in the night air, sharpening with each passing moment.

“Are you truly my Familiar now?” Ezra s.met that streaked out through his ribcage.

It gleamed with the same bright color as the wolf until it reached its snout, illuminating with its brilliance. The spirit shimmered in response to the light, almost dancing as its bright colors mixed. A small piece of the light broke away into the wolf, joining with it and giving off a momentary flare before settling. It was like sparks of gold and silver were embedded in its body.

The wolf rumbled deep in its chest, a low growl that gave credence to its power.

A similar light came from the spirit’s snout, glowing, until it approached Ezra. It shined with intensity before settling into place just as the other had. The colors were brilliant against the darkness of night, swirling together until they settled.

It was like sparks of gold and silver were now embedded in Ezra’s body.

“Are you truly my Familiar now?” Ezra asked.

The wolf nuzzled his hand, its fur soft and surprisingly warm against his skin. It looked at him with bright blue eyes that glittered with the same intensity as its fur.

“Can I truly call you mine now?”

The wolf rumbled its sound of affirmation. They both felt the other’s emotions as if they were their own. He was satisfied with their bond even though Ezra could not yet name it.

[misc-obeyme]

Mer!MC Headcanons - Younger Brothers

All right, here are the rest of the brothers. I don't think I'm gonna break them up like this again, even if they are getting stupidly long lol. I like having all the bros together, I think.

Anyway, here we are with mer!MC from the human world randomly showing up in the Devildom. I quite like how these turned out, which surprised me. While I might do the side characters on my own, I am easily persuaded by a single comment/tag/ask lol.

read the older brothers here and the side characters here

GN!mer!MC x Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, & Belphegor

Warnings: none

Satan

Satan wanders after a cat and ends up in the farthest reaches of the Devildom forest. He loses track of the cat, but he finds you instead. You're sitting beneath a small waterfall in a fresh water pond. The moment you catch sight of him, you duck behind the sheet of water. He keeps his distance at first, not wanting to frighten you. He's curious about how a merperson like yourself ended up all the way out here. The cat wanders back around, so he sits on the bank with it, petting it quietly and waiting for you to come out of hiding.

You can't resist the pull of a cute little cat sitting there, just waiting for you to pet it. You venture out, finding yourself less wary as Satan smiles at you. He lets you dry your hands on his sweater before you attempt to pet the cat, just in case it doesn't like water. It purrs happily as you scratch under its chin.

He takes the moment to ask you about yourself. When he finds out that you're from the human world, he frowns. You don't belong here in the Devildom. He knows that, but he also doesn't know how you got here or how to get you back. From that moment on, he returns regularly to the forest. The cat sticks around with you so he brings it treats and brings you books. You get hooked on them, reading every one he brings, but your favorite thing is when he reads to you. He discovers you're especially fond of pirate stories and poetry about the sea.

Satan debates with himself about whether or not he should help you find your way back to the human world. In the end, he asks you directly. And he believes you when you say you want to stay with him. It's a relief and he didn't quite realize how nervous he was about you leaving. Won't you allow him to sit here beside you every day, MC?

Asmodeus

Asmo is doing a beach side photo shoot for a swim wear company, but takes a break to walk through the waves for a moment. He's far off from the group of demons he's working with when he notices the flash of your tail in the sparkling ocean. He's mesmerized almost instantly. What beauty! He wants to get closer, so he wades out quite a ways. He's so entranced by the shimmering glimpses of you that he loses his footing and gets pulled beneath the water.

He struggles, knowing he's too far away from the others for them to have seen him go under. But then he feels arms around him as he's pulled above the surface. He gasps in heavy lungfuls of air as he feels himself being carried. He manages to rearrange himself in your arms princess style as you swim him back to shore.

Asmo takes a minute to recover himself, but then he's staring at you with wide eyes. You're halfway out of the water, the waves lapping gently against your beautiful tail. He can't stop himself from touching you - gentle fingertips across your cheeks, through your hair, and lingering on your scales. He stops thanking you only long enough to tell you how gorgeous you are.

He comes back to the beach without the photo crew and he always finds you waiting. He brings you trinkets and his heart soars when you present him with a handmade shell necklace. He wears it whenever he returns. When he finds out you're from the human world, he sighs. The humans wouldn't know how to appreciate something as beautiful as you, MC. Won't you stay here and let him admire you a little longer? Every time he comes back to see you, he's flooded with relief that you're still there, waiting for him in the glistening waves.

Beelzebub

In an attempt to shake up his usual routine, Beel adds swimming to his workout regimen. He's been doing laps in the RAD pool, but he notices that there's something unusual going on. He can't quite figure it out, but he feels like someone's watching him. Eventually, he sits on the steps that lead into the pool and just asks out loud if there's anyone there. He's surprised when you surface from the deep end. You've been hiding in the shadows of the deepest, darkest part of the pool.

Beel waits for you to come over to him on your own. You do eventually, cautiously. He finds out you're from the human world and that you have no idea how you ended up in the RAD pool. It was likely some witch's spell gone wrong. But you're here now. And he can't stop staring at you. You're beautiful and strong and even if you're a little shy at first, you open up to him soon enough.

He comes back every day, of course. And you impress him by beating him in every swimming race. He can't keep up with you and while that's to be expected considering you have a tail and all, he's still amazed. You tell him about the world you left behind, details of the human world he never knew. If he starts to look sad because he thinks you miss your home, you splash him with water. Things quickly devolve into a splash fight, both of you laughing as the water flies around you.

Eventually, Beel realizes that you can't stay in the pool forever. It's too small and he sees the way you gaze off out the windows of the gym forlornly. He brings you to the ocean, carrying you himself, placing you gently in the waves. You get to choose if you'll stay at this Devildom beach for a while or if you'll swim off into the horizon, never to be seen again. Whatever you choose, MC, he will always cherish your time together.

Belphegor

After hearing about how clear the skies are out on the ocean, Belphie rents a boat and goes sailing. When he's far out to sea, in a place where the waters are relatively calm, he stops his boat so he can look up at the sky. He's so focused on the constellations that he doesn't quite realize where he's stepping and he backs right into the railing, nearly falling into the water. He catches himself, but finds he's staring down at the dark ocean's surface. He sees the watery reflection of a few of the brightest stars, but there are two that seem too bright. As you come closer, he realizes that he is looking into two shining eyes.

Belphie backs away as you emerge from the water, resting your arms around the railings so you can see him clearly. He didn't think he would see a merperson out here. A few questions reveal that you're from the human world, uncertain of how you found yourself out here in a place of eternal night. Your tail flops up on the deck and it's like a mirror, reflecting back the brilliant pinpoints of the stars.

He sits with his legs dangling off the side of the boat and traces the constellations on your scales. He's pleased with the way you shiver at his gentle touch, the way you listen to him tell you about the constellations and their stories as if his words were keeping you alive.

He purchases his own boat and keeps it docked nearby so he can take it out into the depths to stargaze with you nearly every night. You never express a desire to return from the world you left and he never brings it up. He wants you to stay here with him. He can't stop thinking about the stars that are your eyes, MC. He dreams about them when he sleeps. You've embedded yourself into his heart, like you've made your home there in the Devildom sea.

older brothers | side characters | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[insfiringyou]

BTS - Creature Comforts (Jimin x Ara)

Contains: Fluff. Minor bickering. Flirting. 

We imagine this taking place a few months after the events of Jimin and Ara’s scenario in ‘They use sex toys with their girlfriend’ and shortly before his military enlistment. 

We wanted to show some moments between the members and their girlfriends that may not seem grand or important in the long run, but that highlight some of the conversations they might have in private. We also don’t want to shy away from some of the arguments, disagreements or bickering that might take place. More couples to follow soon.

You can find out more about our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline here and more about our headcanon girlfriends here.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin /   Suga /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & our full masterlist can be found here

Content below the cut

The full clothes stand which partially blocked the entrance to the living room caught his attention as soon as he closed the front door, its sides overflowing with damp laundry. He wondered why it was in the hall, before noticing the portable heater which had been placed precariously close to a dangling sleeve. Its presence made his heart skip unexpectedly, realising it meant Ara was home. The lack of noise from the adjoining sitting room told him she was likely in the bedroom and the urge to go straight to her was overwhelming, but he took the time to switch off the electrical device, sensing she had forgotten about it and not wanting to risk a fire. As he straightened, his eyes were drawn to a pink garment folded over the edge of the rack; the tiny logo embroidered on the pocket instantly recognisable. His mouth dropped open in a silent gasp and dropping his shoulder bag on the floor, he unhooked the material, heading down the hall. 

“Ara?” Twisting the door knob and pushing into the bedroom, he called out her name, eyes fixed on the long-sleeved shirt which he held at arm’s length, as though the bundle of fabric were covered in bugs. “What happened?” He asked.

She looked up from the duvet where she was laying outstretched on her side, a hard-backed book resting on the pillow in front of her. “Oh.” Noticing his entrance, she sat up at once, curling her bare legs to prop up her slender body.

Jimin looked from the shirt to his girlfriend who blushed in response, raising her hands from her covered lap to her face. “I’m sorry…” She cringed, placing her palms flat on her eyes for a moment before removing them with a grimace. “I saw the laundry basket was full and wanted to be helpful.”

“It’s my favourite shirt!” He exclaimed with exasperation as he drew it to his body and turned the garment over in his hands. Its once pristinely white colour was now stained to a rose-hued blush. 

“I know…I really am sorry.” She groaned. “I thought it was all your clothes, but there was something red in the basket.” 

Her cheeks remained pink as she shifted position on the bed, adjusting the trim of her low-cut dress to protect her modesty as she looked at him. While the ruined shirt had been a shock, he could see she had meant well by washing the clothes which he had so carelessly left strung around the apartment in her absence, and couldn’t be angry with her. He took a deep breath.

“What was it?” He asked with curiosity, voice softening as he discarded the shirt on the edge of the duvet and crawled to sit beside her.

She hesitated for a moment, before shaking her head. “You don’t want to know.”

A sly grin crept onto his face. “Now I do…”

Her hands once more rose to her face, clutching her cheeks in embarrassment. “It was one of my thongs.” She admitted quietly, prompting Jimin to grin widely, his eyes wrinkling at the corners as he stroked her bare knee gently. 

“Well, I guess they’re pretty tiny…” He teased.

“Shut up.” A matching smile grew on her face as she placed her hand on top of his. It was obvious she was feeling bashful about the whole situation as well as a little deflated, having admitted to him on a number of occasions that she sometimes found it hard to complete daily chores around the house, often becoming distracted or accidentally breaking something. Once, while sweeping up the large shards of a shattered glass on her hands and knees in the kitchen she had broke down in tears and, through the sobs, declared to him that she was failing as an adult. 

Jimin let it drop and, leaning forward, kissed her cheek gently. He could feel its heat radiating from the surface of her soft skin. “What time did you get back?”

She seemed to glow in the aftermath of his touch, her digits slowly wrapping around his as she recovered from her embarrassment. “In the afternoon. Didn’t you get my text?” She frowned.

“Not yet.” He said, having last checked his phone just before the short drive home.

“Oh.” Ara murmured. “I sent it before I set off. Maybe it’s stuck in the...whatdoyoucallit?”

“Ethos?” He suggested.

She let out a laugh, her fingers stroking his as she shook her head. “Ether.” She corrected.

His mouth twisted in a smirk at his simple mistake. “I’m not sure texts can get stuck in the ether.” He shrugged. “It’s not got a net.”

Playfully, she gently hit his upper arm. “You know what I mean.” A giggle escaped her lips. “Maybe it’s delayed because of the phone services abroad.”

He internally groaned. “You should have waited until you got back. It will cost you a fortune.”

She met his gaze, eyes sparkling. “We’re going to debut next month, so I’m hoping I’ll see a proper paycheck soon.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath.” He sighed discouragingly. “It took us years to make any money.” 

“I’m sure I can at least pay off my phone bill…” She reasoned gently before a hushed, but comfortable silence fell between them. They naturally moved down the bed, huddling closely together as they shuffled against the duvet to get comfortable on their sides. His arm glided across her waist, feeling the gentle curve of her hips beneath her dress as they faced each other.

It took a moment to register what she had said, and a timid smile crept onto his lips. “So you’re going to debut?”

She nodded. The change in position felt more personal; more loving, and she lowered her voice to a more intimate tone. “In Japan. They think we’ll be more of a hit over there.”

“You’ll be a hit everywhere.” He flirted, fingertips leaving her hip to roam under the floaty trim of her clothes. “Especially if you wear this dress…”

She slapped his hand with a toothy grin and he pulled away quickly. “Stop playing!” 

With a laugh, he resumed his previous position, holding her waist steady. “Do you like being in Japan?” He murmured. 

She hesitated. “Sort of…I miss home though.” 

He heard the longing in her tone along with something else; something which sounded like regret. “What do you miss the most?” He inquired softly, shuffling closer until he could feel her warm breath against his face.

“The smell of my bedsheets when I’m with you.”

“Mmm.” He mumbled in agreement, letting out the softest moan as he pecked her lips. Her sweet, fruity fragrance seemed to linger in the air, even when she wasn’t there and in the days following her marketing trip, he had hugged the duvet at night, pretending she was with him. “Anything else?” He said hopefully. 

“Homemade kimchi.” 

Her blunt answer made him laugh out loud, and he reluctantly pulled away to prop himself against the headboard, suddenly remembering he had interrupted something when he barged into the room. He glanced at the edge of the quilt as she joined him, her movements a little groggy from her long day at the airport. 

“What are you reading?” He asked, squinting to see the cover which was wedged open on the sheets.

“Poetry.” She followed his gaze and picked up the book, placing it carefully on the bedside table. 

“You like poetry?” He toyed, eyes full of mirth. 

Shrugging, she turned back to him. “I’m trying to write some lyrics. I thought I might get inspired.”

His eyebrow raised teasingly. “So you’re a song writer now?”

“I don’t see why not.” Her voice was a little musical as she resumed her previous volume. “It’s not like I’m ever going to be the lead dancer.”

“I thought you were getting better?” He frowned, sensing the complaint in her tone. 

“I was…” Drifting off, she thought for a moment with furrowed brows. “It’s just more difficult with dyspraxia...I get all flustered and lose my balance…” She explained dejectedly. “I’m taking the lead vocals instead.”

This perked him up. “Are you serious?”

Nodding, she observed his smile and sighed. “I feel bad for the others. They’ve been working so much longer than me. It doesn’t seem fair I get to fasttrack…” The falter in her voice made him realise this had been playing on her mind for a while. 

“I wouldn’t complain…” He said softly, stroking her hand. “You’ll work hard enough in the end, trust me.”

She shrugged. “I guess so…”

Her eyes followed his movement as his hand found hers, a minute of silence stretching between them before he interrupted her thoughts. 

“So the thong that ruined my shirt…” His expression was unreadable as he turned to her. 

“Yeah?” She questioned timidly. 

“Are you wearing it now?” He gently mocked, lifting the hem of her pretty dress before she could protest and taking a peak at the little, frilly triangle of material between her thighs. They were a pale yellow, not red, but he grinned regardless as she tugged the fabric from his grasp and yanked it down.

“Stop!” She squealed, unable to help her giggles as he pulled away with a grumble. “You should get something to eat…” She insisted, calming down and gesturing towards the door. It was getting late and, as predicted, he hadn’t eaten since midday. 

“Okay…okay...I’m going…” He sighed dramatically as he slowly rolled off the bed and got to his feet. “I’ll make you some kimchi. Will that make you happy?” He turned back to look as she picked up her book, finding her place among the aged and slightly bent pages. 

Her lips turned up as she drew her gaze from the hardback. “The happiest.”

***

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[awakenedrp]

              We are full of weeds,                                          of roots, of stars

“Let jeesh tedd uba storee…”

“Let me tell you a story,” the translator hisses into the hushed space, the surrounding cantina bar quieted in hesitation and fear, everyone staring wide-eyed with bated breath. All music has stopped, all drinking has paused, no one dares lift a finger or glance away as Gutesch the Great Hutt Leader of the Aylayl System licks his lips and leans his slimy hulk forward.

The thin wraithling standing just in front of him waits and listens as his master speaks, and then continues to translate. “Many thousands of years ago, long colorful veins of crystals could be found like spiderwebs throughout the cores of several planets just beginning to come into their own on the Inner Rim. More valuable than gold, more durable than steel, these crystals glowed and heated, thrived with enough life of their own to collect the worship and praise of many religions who dug them out. The Jedi included.”

The name of the ancient Force Wielders sparks a flutter of activity around the room, nervous whispers and pointed looks, but the Great Hutt Leader and his translator ignore this and continue with their pitch to the smuggler crew they wish to hire. “They hoarded the Kyber for a millennia, keeping the crystals’ powers for themselves to make their lightsabers, but then they lost control. The Empire came and harvested many of the Kyber, but they too fell, and their storages and chests scattered to the galactic winds. That is, until now.”

                                               We are spilling                            over the horizon

The job seems simple on the surface. The planet Ailon is hosting its annual worldwide festival celebrations, a week-long string of events, encompassing parades, air and light shows, ceremonial duels, feasts and acrobatics, dragon dancing, music, and war games. Every year, it draws tourists from across the Inner Rim to join in on the spectacle, and the capital city itself, Drolon, is planning to have an extra special bit of sparkle added to a few of their most popular vendors: an influx of Kyber Crystals for sale, as baubles or jewelry, taken straight from the heart of Devaron, beneath the ruins of the Eedit Temple.

Thousands of starships will be descending on the city, millions of travelers and strangers pumping through the streets like blood through a body, and The Derelict will slip in unnoticed, under the secret mandate of the Hutt Cartel. The job is to steal as many Kyber Crystals as they can, win them from opponents in games, or pay for them only when they must, and then bring them back to the Aylayl System for the Great Hutt Leader Gutesch.

No one really knows what the Hutts would do with the power of the Force Energy the Kyber Crystals have, but one thing is for certain: it won’t be anything good.

WELCOME TO AWAKENED’S FIRST EVENT: THE KYBER CRYSTAL CAPER

This event is meant for all members of the rp to find ways to participate! Threads, scripts, headcanons, and solos are all welcome in regards to the festival

This is only Part 1 of the event! Please refrain from plotting any type of ending for your muse just yet, and instead focus on how they might interact or react to the Ailon Annual Celebrations, as well as how they might gather Kyber Crystals. Not everyone needs to participate in the heist itself, if the muse is more inclined to just enjoy the festivities, that’s allowed as well. But for those who do, they can collect them by participating in sports, or games, thievery, trickery, straightforward buying (although be warned, they’re extremely expensive for tourists), or any other creative ways muns can think of.

This heist will last ooc January 25th to February 4th, a total of ten days, for plotting and posting starters. Members will be allowed to continue normal threads if they wish during the event, that’s up to individuals, as well as continuing event threads after the allotted date if necessary in order to finish them

IC-wise, members can plot and write for one whole day and one whole night. Part 2 of the event will occur in the morning of the second day, after dawn, so stay tuned!

Please message the main if you have any questions about anything

Please tag your posts for this event akn: kyber heist

Have fun and good luck, crew! Don’t stray too far….

[saltpepperbeard]

Fifteen Years ~An Everlark One-Shot~

A/N: Hello everyone! Yes, cliche title is cliche lol, but I saw @mega-aulover and @everlarkrealornot throwing some headcanons around (with @amazinglovers747 chiming in) that made me want to drabble something up! 

A popular headcanon here in the fandom, and the one that was being discussed, is the idea of Katniss and Peeta having a third toastbaby. I’ve always been in love with the thought, because I’ve always thought of Katniss’ children coinciding with her healing. So, when there was an opportunity to write her happy, healthy, and completely at ease, I definitely had to take it.

It’s not much, but I hope you all like it!

And without further adooooooo....

Fifteen Years 

It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree.

First came the beautiful little girl with ebony hair and brilliant blue eyes. She absolutely terrified me at first. I didn’t think I was ready for her. I couldn’t convince myself that she’d be safe. I kept on picturing the Capitol rising up from the ashes, awaiting her birth with its dark hands, readying itself to pull her away from me. I could barely focus on the positives, focus on the good, all too frightened that I’d lose her before I could even meet her.

But then I held her. I held this squalling, tiny, perfect new life in my arms, and found that I could never let her go, that my embrace was her refuge. I fell in love, so incredibly in love, far deeper than I ever could have imagined. And in finally being with her, in having a complete, contented family with Peeta, it made me realize that things were good again. 

No more were the days of having children torn mercilessly from their mothers. No more were the days of wanting to flee from it all, to run from the life I hadn’t even dreamed of. No more were the days of despair, of darkness, of agony.

She was a beacon, a product of Peeta and I’s love, an absolute light. And so I finally started to settle fully into peace, continuing to start anew.

Then, he came. A wonderful little boy with golden locks and an ashy grey stare. He was a bit easier. I knew what to expect, knew what was coming. And after raising her for a few years, I felt way more secure about his safety, way more confident that I could provide the world for him. For him and his sister both.

As I watch them dance about before me, their laughter and excited shrieks forming a melody with the noises of the meadow, I feel like I’ve done just that.

I smile warmly as I watch over them, an entirely contented sigh puffing from my nose. It’s actually quite strange to be thinking about all of this. I almost can’t believe it’s real sometimes. Fifteen years ago, I never would have envisioned myself this happy, this at ease, this alright with my reality. 

I never would have thought of a dancing girl of my own, twirling and swirling about a blanket of flowers without a care in the world. I never would have thought of a smaller boy chasing after her, giggling at the tickle of plants and the squish of mud beneath his feet.

And I never would have thought about a third, another pure little life, growing deep within me, stirring from the noise of his or hers siblings.

My smile somehow manages to grow even warmer. Three. Three children. Never in my wildest dreams.

But here we are, here I am, two with another on the way and...

A soft kiss to my temple momentarily breaks my thoughts, but only adds to the width of my smile. His gentle hands move up on their journey, addressing my tense shoulders, my neck muscles, with massages. The heat of his smile is clearly evident as well, his being sunnier than the very light in the sky.

...And the most loving, wonderful, incredible man by my side to match.

Peeta.

Turning my thoughts towards him gets me a bit more emotional, a slight glaze settling at the bottom of my eyes.

He gave me this. He gave me peace I didn’t even know I could find. He and I created this life together, these children together. He turned absolutely everything around, making even the darkest aspects of myself bright again.

He opened my eyes up towards life again, made me realize what I’ve been looking for deep down all along. I wouldn’t have done this with anyone else. No one could even come close to making me feel how he does. I wouldn’t want to share this place, these children, this life, with anyone but him.

He’s my dandelion, my restoration of hope and happiness.

I love him deeper than I ever thought possible.

I sigh again, subconsciously leaning back into his touch and snuggling up against him. He lets out a soft chuckle, before nuzzling his face against my collar, sending droves of warm tingles throughout my form.

There are so many things I could say to him in this moment. Thank you, for the life you’ve given me. I appreciate you more than you know. You’re everything to me. Even after all this time though, I’m still not the best at saying something. So I settle on the three words that carry all the weight of my gratitude and affection anyway.

“I love you...”

I feel his lips tip upwards even more, before he presses a gentle kiss to my skin.

“I love you too...”

With wonderful timing, our baby settled deep inside me seems to voice its happiness too, wiggling softly against the walls that encase it. I’m no longer scared by this; rather, I’m fascinated, relieved, my smile growing all the more sunny.

“She’s moving again...”

Peeta shifts behind me, his hands snaking around to rest upon my ample stomach. I rest my hands beside his, the two of us reveling in the feeling of our unborn making its presence known. Tiny bumps and flutters are felt on the surface, causing Peeta to chuckle once more.

“It’s so incredible to actually feel those little kicks,” he murmurs, beginning to rub tender circles, “I could just sit here like this all day, holding the two of you close.”

“Enjoy it while you can, Peeta. I don���t think we have too much of this left.”

“Maybe not. I think actually getting to hold him will compensate for that though. That’s always the best feeling too.”

My eyes, which had slowly fluttered shut in contentment, reveal themselves again, my head pivoting slightly to look at my husband.

“Him?”

“Hmm, I guess you have your bets and I have mine,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “But you know I’ll adore our little one no matter what.”

“I know...”

The first few years I knew Peeta, I couldn’t even remotely put my feelings towards him into words. It was hard enough just to say “I love you.” Now however, with the two of us married and settled in the meadow with almost three children...What I say slides off the tongue with hardly any resistance at all.

“Like how I adore you...”

Even after all this time, the look on Peeta’s face when I profess my love is everything, lighting up and sparkling like I’m saying this for the first time. He snickers a bit, his cheeks flushing as he shyly hangs his head, before moving over more to my side. When I pivot more to better gaze at him, he slips his hands against my cheeks, softly pulling my face towards his.

“And how I utterly treasure you...I love you so much...” he murmurs against my lips, before joining our mouths fully.

We lazily, tenderly kiss, pouring all our love into the physical gesture. I keep one hand on my stomach, while reaching up lay the other on Peeta’s, connecting the three of us and sharing affections as a family. Of course, our family isn’t just composed of three, as a high-pitched groan is quick to remind us.

“Uggggggh!”

We’re quick to release our kiss and laugh, complying with our son’s distaste for physical affection.

“Later,” Peeta murmurs with a grin.

“Later,” I reaffirm, giving him one last peck before turning my attention out towards the meadow.

Rye is standing a bit away, but still looking at us with intense five year old disapproval. I cannot help but chuckle at the sight, shaking my head at him. Peeta however, is quick to remedy his grumpiness.

“Is someone ready to eat?”

Instantly, his grouchy demeanor melts away, and is replaced with giddy, wiggly excitement.

“Yeah!” he shrieks, and I laugh, completely understanding his enthusiasm for his father’s baked goods.

“Go get your sister, Little Dandelion.” I barely have time to finish his nickname before he’s running off to grab Willow, rounding her up to start our family picnic.

As Peeta begins to set things out on our blanket, they’re both quick to run over, smiling cheesy smiles and warming my heart like they always do. Rye unsurprisingly runs straight to Peeta, or straight to the food rather, eagerly watching his father prepare various breads, cheeses, and fruits. Willow sets herself down beside me, and I’m quick to start running my fingers through her dark locks.

“Hi, Momma...”

“Hi...Were you having fun?”

She nods with a small smile, cuddling against me.

“Yeah. I saw you and Daddy touching your tummy again. Was the baby moving?”

“Mhmm. Still is.”

I gently grasp one of her hands and splay it over my stomach, the two of us waiting for a kick or punch. Seeing as our third is quick to deliver, giggles are also quick to escape us. Willow snuggles even closer, resting her head on my stomach as she continues to feel.

“Hi, baby!” she says, “Can you hear me?”

The squirms don’t let up, my womb alight with life, my heart aflame with love. I love watching Willow like this. She didn’t quite grasp the concept of an unborn baby when Rye was on the way; she was more interested in other things. Now however...She takes the time to talk, sing, and interact with her sibling-to-be in any way that she can. And it’s so wonderful. I love seeing her so happy, love seeing my family so happy.

“I can’t hear you. I can feel you though! I hope you’re a little sister.”

I cannot help but laugh, even more so when Peeta looks up from his picnicking activities with a jokingly-exasperated expression.

“...What?”

“That makes two of us,” I murmur down to my daughter, all the while eyeing my husband with a teasing glimmer to my stare.

Peeta narrows his eyes, before turning to Rye, trying to recruit him to his cause.

“Hey, buddy, what do you think? Do you want a new baby sister, or a new baby brother?”

Rye looks up from his food, staring between Peeta and I with his inquisitive baby greys. He seems to ponder Peeta’s question for a moment, before breaking into a toothy grin.

“I want cheese buns!”

Glad I share such a connection with my children.

We burst out laughing, the joyous noise carrying out across the landscape. Willow eyes us curiously, but Rye giggles as well, oblivious but clearly proud of himself.

“Again, that makes two of us,” I chuckle.

Peeta shakes his head, sighing but continuing to laugh all the while.

“Guess I’ll go with the popular vote then,” he says with a grin, and starts to prepare plates for everyone, making sure to give Rye and I extra cheese buns.

The moment he hands our children their food, they’re quick to dig in, shutting everything else out as they enjoy the riches of our picnic. Although Peeta hands me a plate, I don’t eat right away; there will be plenty of time to do so. Instead, I take a moment to continue watching Willow and Rye.

I should be used to this by now. Fifteen years should make it something of normalcy. I guess the fact that all of this is normal now, is what continues to make me emotional.

Our children will never have to go hungry. They’ll never have to know suffering. They’ll always be in a wonderful environment just like this one. They’ll always have a warm shelter over their head, warm food in their bellies, and warm arms to hold them.

They’ll have to learn what Peeta and I faced at some point, sure. Willow is probably almost old enough to have a few things explained to her. But they’ll never, ever experience it for themselves. It’s a thing of history for them, and a thing of the past for Peeta and I.

I didn’t even realize I had teared up until I feel my husband’s hand lay softly atop mine, giving a gentle squeeze and tugging me from my thoughts. I look up to see him offering a soft smile, his blue stare searching through my glassy grey. We silently share thoughts, and I know he doesn’t have to ask. Nothing needs to be said between us. He understands perfectly. 

I quickly reach up to dab my tears away, and Peeta scoots to my side, threading an arm around me and holding me close. I let out another sigh, my head lulling to rest upon his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut, and my hands clasping atop my stomach.

There I remain, basking in the golden glow of the setting sun, appreciating the presence of my happy, healthy family, savoring this beautiful turn life has taken. The little chatters and giggles of my children, the kisses and tenderness from my husband, the promise of new life within...Everything’s good. Everything’s so incredibly good.

It strangely takes me back so many years, when Peeta and I were younger. It teleports me back in time to the two of us sitting on a rooftop, savoring an incredibly rare moment of peace. I think I can recall Peeta saying something about wanting to freeze the moment, and wanting to live in it forever.

And now...we actually can. We actually are. We’re living perpetually in the peace he and I were fighting so hard to hold onto. 

Well, that is until a ravenous little five year old speaks up again, severing the calm in the best kind of way.

“Mommy? Are you going to eat your cheese buns?” And I don’t even get a moment to reply before he adds, “Can I have them?”

[thechocoboos]

Oh oh oh okay, let's see, how about headcanons for the bros (as mermaids. mermen?) meeting their eventual s/o for the first time? You could even make it a soulmate au if you want! I absolutely love your writing!

MY DUDE. I’ve been working on this for ages and I just finished it like–i love it. School’s been kicking my butt, but I managed to get this done! It turned into more than headcanons buuuut… it’s great

Mermaid!Bros Meeting Their Soulmates!

Noctis

It was a cold ass day when you met him. The sky was overcast with a sharp chill that rattled your bones and you were perched on the edge of a pier

You didn’t know why you were out there, but something told you that you had to be there

You were staring out over the water when the weird pull that brought you there started tugging at your stomach

It was then that you saw it

The flash of color in the waves: a deep blue sprouting from the water before it disappeared once again

Then the tug

It was a tug so strong that you were launching to your feet, leaning over to get a better look

Then you fell in

The water was freezing as it enveloped you, the chill clinging to your skin as pinprick needles seemed to stab into you

You couldn’t move

It was so cold; too cold

You were falling down and down and down and–you couldn’t breath

Your lungs were burning and your skin was freezing and you clothes were clinging and you just kept sinking

Then, you stopped

Something warm was touching you, wrapping around you as you were propelled to the surface

The second you felt the cold air against your face, you were gasping. Fresh air flowed into your lungs, but you couldn’t let go of the warmth

You were clinging to it, pressing your face into it and letting it carry you as you tried to catch your breath

“You okay?”

His voice was lazy as it reached your ears, the sound causing your heart to stutter as you looked up and saw his face

And it was fucking beautiful. His eyes fell on your own and it was as if time stopped

You sat in his arms, moving with the waves as you clung to his warmth and stared with wide eyes. He stared back, his lips parted in a soft O and his blue-grey eyes just as wide as yours

You blinked and the spell was broken, although the tug in your gut was noticeably gone, replaced by a soft longing in your heart

You looked down, expecting to see a pair of human legs. There were none. Instead, a long, sleek tail was gently waving in the water, keeping you two afloat

You gasped again, startled as you were clinging to him even more

“Oh, yeah. Don’t mind that.” He said. You felt his shoulders move as he shrugged, but it was near impossible to take your eyes off of his scaled tail

Only when a violent shiver racked through your body did you look back at him, seeing his face so much closer to yours

He looked at you, staring at your nose and your eyes and taking it all in

“You know,” He began, his voice somehow heard over the crashing waves, “When my dad told me all merfolk have soulmates, I didn’t think mine would be human,” He was smiling, a sense of humor laced into his tone. “But we can talk about it later.”

He was already swimming towards the shore, only stopping when the water was too low for him to swim

You didn’t want to let go, and neither did he. You both sat in the wet sand, his warm arms wrapped around you like a blanket

“Your highness!” The voice was sharp, demanding

He looked up for a milisecond, eyes wide before glancing back at you. “Come back tomorrow,” His words were fast and he was already letting go, but you still clung to his wet skin, refusing to move.

“Promise you’ll be back?” Your voice was so soft that he was surprised he could hear it

Rather than say yes, his head dipped down. His lips were resting against yours’, still warm against your cold skin. It ended to soon.

“A mermaid’s kiss is a promise–and that goes for mermen too,” he smiled at you, leaning forward and gracing your forehead with another kiss before he disappeared beneath the waves and left you stunned and surprised

You didn’t know his name, and you didn’t know how true his words were, but you would still be back tomorrow

You didn’t think your heart would be able to survive otherwise

Prompto

The sun was bright, the sand was warm, and you were happily getting sunburned on the beach

You had grown up in that town on the ocean, happily soaking up the mildly salty sea air as time went on

You grew up listening to weird tales of half fish people who stole things left near the ocean and replaced them with the ocean’s bounty

Of course, when you were younger, you decided to test this theory

Spoiler alert: it was true

You left all sorts of things on the pier: old toys you didn’t want, funny looking rocks, costume jewelry, bottles, plastic food that came in those giant packages at the store…

And when you came back the next day, they would always be gone. There was always something in its place

Sometimes there would be a shell or a piece of coral, other times there were sparkling pieces of ocean glass or strangely shaped driftwood. One time, there had been a dead fish, but you only screamed and kicked it back in the water (it had been a rough day and you didn’t get any more fish afterwards)

You had long since stopped leaving things on the pier or receiving things from the ocean, but today was a bit different

You hadn’t meant to leave you favorite necklace in the sand, but it had happened. When you realized it, the sun was steadily lowering in the distance but you promised yourself you’d be quick and could only hope for it to be resting where you had been

You froze when you saw someone in the sand, peering at a chain in their hand

You had never seen him before and couldn’t place the messy blonde hair or the freckled skin, and as your gaze lowered, you gasped

He had no legs. In fact, instead, he had a giant fish tail

It was glimmering in the sunset, with long, flowing fins that seemed to burn the brightest golds and splayed out onto the sand like a flowing skirt

You must have been staring too long

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours

Honestly, you think that was when you were smitten: the second you looked into his cornflower blue eyes

Your feet were bringing you to him, slowly and quietly. You hadn’t even noticed

He looked so scared, his eyes big and fearful, he was inching back towards the waves, your necklace dangling in his hand

He had reached the water, and with a splash, he was gone

“Hey–wait!” Your call was useless, he was gone in a flash with nothing but a seaspray and flash of gold left behind

You came back the next day. And the next. And the next. You kept coming back, wanting to meet the strange man with the fish tail and to get your necklace back. At least, that’s what you told yourself

You couldn’t deny the burning curiosity in your stomach or the longing in your heart

An entire month passed before you saw him again. That day, you decided you weren’t leaving the dock until you saw his freckled face again. In fact, you brought something else to trade, a small earring that you had long since lost the other half to

He didn’t show up all day, just like the days before, but you weren’t about to leave. However, you did fall asleep

That night, as you laid on the dock underneath the moon, there was a loud splash on the dock that had you stirring in your sleep

Outside of your dreams, the same merman from earlier was perched on the dock, soaking wet

He was surprised to see you there, fast asleep with a soft snore escaping your mouth

Slowly, he reached towards the hand curled near your face, something small in hand. He let it fall into your palm, completing the trade, and turned to leave

He stopped, however, his eyes catching sight of the sparkling piece in your other hand

Sparkling things were always his downfall, and he wasn’t about to deny what he could only conclude was a gift for him, but he also had nothing else to trade

Still, he reached forward, his deft fingers gently lifting the small treasure from your hand

He smiled as he examined it, lost in its sparkle and lost in the memories of the costume jewelry that you had often left when you both were nothing more than children.

He had to admit that he also had some feelings for you then and often waited for you to return and find the offerings he had left

Only when he saw you on that beach and when you saw him did things click and he realized why he was so attached to you: one, simple human

He smiled, his hand reaching forward to gently touch your face

His hand was so cold against your dry cheek, and you woke up, jumping up and startling the poor merman

“Oh my god.” You were the first one to speak, your eyes big and your voice quiet

He looked like a cow caught in headlights. His eyes kept flickering to the water, his muscles tensing. He moved to jump.\

“Wait! Please!”

He paused at your voice, his heart aching as you begged. He turned, looking at you curiously

Your eyes flickered to something around his neck, catching sight of the silver chain and the familiar pendant. “Wait–is that my necklace?”

He glanced away, looking rather sheepish. “Yeah–well–uh, we traded?” His voice was higher, so much normal sounding than what you thought. If it wasn’t for the fish tail, you would’ve thought he was a normal human

“Traded–?” You paused, feeling a light weight in your hand. Looking down, you opened your clenched fist to see a small, glittering pearl resting in your palm. Nostalgia clawed at your heart, reminding you of the small gifts you had found on the dock as a child. You smiled.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah… reminded me of you.”

You looked up, stunned at the compliment. Even under the moonlight, you could see his blush.

“I always thought that, even when we were kids.” He admitted, his face growing redder.

It was that statement that made you realize–he was the one who left those presents on the pier. Your smile only grew and you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his wet figure as he let out a surprised “Whoa!”

You pulled away, blushing as much as him despite your now wet clothes. “I always did wonder who left those presents.”

His smile was shy as he looked at you, only for a loud splash nearby to direct his attention elsewhere. “Ah damn,” He sighed, “I gotta go.” He looked at you, his eyes filled with questions. “Listen,” He leaned forward, “I’ll come back tomorrow night, okay? Same time.” There was a nervous edge to his smile as you nodded. 

He paused, glancing around before making his decision. He shot forward, and it took a moment of surprise for you to realize the warmth on your lips was from his. He pulled away after a moment, blushing even more than earlier as he leaned towards the edge of the pier

“What was that for?” You were blushing just as much as him, your voice slightly breathless

He paused, perching on the edge of the dock with a slight smile as he held up your earring in his hand. “I don’t have anything with me except–well, except my feelings.”

This time, it was you who shot forward and left a small kiss on his lips. You pulled away with a devilish edge to your smile, “Guess now you owe me another present.”

He laughed. It was wonderful, filling the night and leaving you with the distinct ache to hear it again. “I guess I do, huh?” He grinned, before glancing back at the water. “But it’ll have to wait.”

He slid off the dock, leaving a splash of water and a flash of the same bright gold behind. You promised yourself you’d be back the next night, after all, you think he might have stolen your heart alongside that earring

Ignis

When you were little, you heard of tales of mermaids who would take the belongings left on beaches and leave small gifts in return. In fact, you distinctly remember one of your friends have great luck with such a thing

So, you decided to give it a whirl when you were ten

One day, you left a book in the sand right by the waves, expectantly returning the next day in the hopes that it would be gone

It wasn’t.

In fact, it had been moved to exactly where you had been laying the day before, its pages damp and the ink smudged. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say someone had tried to take it in the water…

You decided to leave something else that day, this time an old piece of fake jewelry

The next day, it was back in the spot where you had been laying the previous day

It was a little annoying, but you kept trying. Anyone else would have given up, but some gut feeling wouldn’t let you stop

And so, the game continued all throughout your teens

You’d leave things in the waves, only to find them right back in your usual spot

One night, you decided you’d catch whoever was moving them in the act

You pointedly left a flipflop in the waves. No, it wasn’t yours. It was a friend’s (and he didn’t know you had taken it either)

That evening, you grabbed a blanket and a book and made yourself comfortable in a tiny hidey hole by the beach shed, hoping it would be good enough to keep you hidden

Of course, you weren’t able stay awake; you passed out around 10:00, waking up a few hours later at a loud splash

Gasping, you threw yourself out into the open, only to trip over the very same flipflop you had left in the waves

Appalled, you looked up, catching sight of a sleek, seafoam green tail disappearing beneath the waves

Part of you was insulted that your trick didn’t work, the other part painfully disappointed. You returned home for the night, grumpily leaving the flipflop in the sand and hoping that whatever it was could enjoy the flipflop even without feet.

You stopped trying to leave things for the mermaid, choosing to just try and enjoy the beach itself. Sometimes, you heard folks saying they saw a green fish tail in the waves around sundown, but you stopped getting your hopes up

One day, however, you left something behind: your favorite necklace. This time, it was completely unintentional and had you panicking once you realized you had left it behind

It was the one day you hoped the damn sea creature would return your lost belonging, and of course, it was the one day that it didn’t

You came back the next day, and it still wasn’t there. And the day after, the same.

The ritual went on for a week before you decided that you weren’t going home until you got your damn necklace back.

Grumpy and sunburned, you threw yourself down onto the dock and sat. And sat. And sat some more.

Only when you were drifting off did you hear the same splash from the night of the flipflop

And guess what was waiting for you on the dock?

The same damn flipflop.

Was it some kind of damn joke? You didn’t give a damn about that shoe; you wanted your fucking necklace!

Your head whipped around, glaring at the water and searching for the glimmering green tail.

Luckily, you saw it. Rather than approach the situation rationally (which is a rather hard thing to do in such an irrational situation), you decided to throw yourself into the ocean, angrily swimming towards the flash of green

You reached your hands out, managing to grasp it by one sleek fin, and you fucking yanked as hard as you could

You swore you heard a pained shout of surprise as you tugged, and low and behold, as you opened your eyes to glare at the creature, you were stunned

An angry, half-fish man was glaring at you. And boy, he was  p i s s e d

However, the second his green eyes met yours, all that anger and frustration melted away

You were almost unaware of your breath leaving your body as you stared into his beautiful eyes, your grip on his tail loosening

Almost.

The second the bubbles of air left your lips, your trance was broken and you were painfully aware of your lack of oxygen

However, it seemed the half fish man was as well

He was swimming towards you and in a flash, his arms were wrapped around you and the two of you were swimming towards the surface

You felt the air in your lungs before you even realized what had happened. Amazed and stunned all at once, you looked to your savior

He wasn’t looking at you, his stern eyes aimed forward as he swam towards the beach, his arms still wrapped around you

The second he let go of you, letting your body fall onto the sandy bank, he was looking back at you, rather unsure of what to do

“Holy shit. You’re real.”

He looked offended. “Of course I am.” Oh god, he had an accent

“Holy shit, you can talk?”

He looked even more offended. ‘Of course I can.” Silence. He paused, looking rather awkward. “Well, then… If you’ll excuse me.” He turned, about to swim off into the ocean

Oh hell no. You didn’t almost drown for that. Lunging forward, you grabbed hold of his tail once again, earning the same surprised shout from earlier.

“I beg your pardon–” He whipped around, glaring at you.

Your eyes caught sight of something sparkling on his chest and upon further examination… “Is that my fucking necklace?”

He was very good at looking offended. “Well, I do believe it’s mine, now.”

It was your turn to look offended, disbelief falling over your features. “Excuse me? How the fuck is that yours? It’s mine!”

“You left it on the beach. I decided to trade for it. That is, of course, common knowledge of my kind, is it not?”

“Then why the fuck did you not take anything else?” You were angry now. It didn’t matter how handsome he was or how your heart ached whenever you looked at him.

“I don’t accept old junk, as some of my friends might.” He sniffed, “Besides, this necklace is quite nice.”

“But it’s my necklace!”

“I did trade for it.”

“How in the fucking hell did you trade for that–”

“The gross shoe. You threw it back after I returned it, thus it becomes an automatic gift. I traded the shoe for the necklace.” He said it as though it were obvious, going so far as to cross his perfect arms.

“You know what–fuck this. God, now I know why my mom said to leave the merfolk alone. You’re a fuckin dick.” You snapped, standing up and glaring at him. “Enjoy my necklace you absolute asshole.” You stomped off towards the road, making it a point to narrowly miss his tail as you left. You tried to fight the burning ache in your chest and the distinct gut feeling telling you to turn around, but your pride was stronger.

Behind you, the merman was sitting in the waves, stunned. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest and it ached just as much as yours. The more he thought, the more he realized, and the more he decided he had to return your necklace, even if it was technically his.

It wasn’t very often that merfolk walk, but Ignis felt that apologizing to his soulmate was very well worth the tediousness

That same night, you heard knocking at your window

Did you answer it? Yes. Yes, you did. You seemed to have a problem with making bad decisions, but once again, the tugging in your gut seemed to overwhelm any ounce of restraint you had

Much to your surprise, the merman was there. At your window. With legs. And no clothes. And oh my, you blushed quite red.

He cleared his throat, “It… has come to my attention, that you’re rather important.”

“Important enough for you to show up butt naked at my window?” At least you had your sass, even in such a strange moment.

He ignored your comment. “I came to… give you a gift.”

You frowned, leaning on your window and trying to ignore his nudity. “A gift? Seriously?” The gall of this man.

Rather than respond with words, he held up one hand, and in it was your necklace, dangling within his hands.

“Why?” You asked, glaring. “I thought it was your necklace, now.”

He blushed, looking a little embarrassed. “I… would like to make another trade.”

You were unimpressed. “For what?”

Rather than answer, he leaned forward, and his lips rested on your own. It was a strange sensation–being kissed by a merman. It seemed as though his lips fit perfectly against your own, and all too soon, they were gone.

He stepped back and cleared his throat once again, simply placing your necklace on your window sill. “Well, I shall take my leave–”

“Wait!” He paused, looking back. You were already blushing. “Don’t you owe me something else?”

He cocked his head, looking rather confused.

“You took my heart, too.”

Oh, now, he wasn’t expecting that. Blushing bright red, he managed a smile. “No, I don’t believe I do, seeing as you have taken mine, too.”

hooLY SHIT. You did not expect that.

He glanced back at the ocean before looking back to you. He took in your face, every imperfect perfection, wondering why all humans couldn’t look so nice. “I’m afraid the ocean is calling,” he began, “I expect I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You could only nod, blushing as your heart beat frantically in your chest. You watched as his silhouette disappeared towards the ocean and found you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come

Gladio

You don’t know when exactly it began, but you had been reading on the beach for as long as you knew

While some of the other kids your age were leaving their belongings in the sand and trying to find the merfolk, you had your nose stuck in a book

You never really noticed until you got older, but on those empty beach days when it was just you, sometimes when you woke up after a brief nap or came back from the bathroom, your book would be displaced with sand in between the pages and the ink just barely smudged with saltwater

Even then, you always thought it was just from the seaspray; you never imagined it could be anything else

Of course, it was

One day, you left your book in the sand and were so distracted by your friends that you forgot to grab it before you left

The next morning, you found yourself running barefoot through the sand, desperately hoping your book was still there where you had left it and that the ocean water hadn’t damaged it too badly

And of course, it wasn’t there

So there you stood, panicking and your hair a disaster as you moved left and right, scanning the beach for the familiar cover

It was just some dumb love story, but you were determined to find out who the main character ended up with

Although, at this rate, you doubted you’d find out unless your book was chucked right at your head

Just as you turned to leave, you heard a splash (this is a running theme throughout these hc)

Whipping around, you frowned

Lying only a few feet away was your trashy romance novel, soaked with saltwater and grainy from the sand

You picked it up, frowning at the sopping wet novel

The text was practically illegible, the ink running down the thin paper and the pages already starting to wrinkle

The entire situation was frustrating; you had your book back but it was so smudged and ruined that you doubted you’d ever find out which love interest would get the girl

You were half tempted to just stop bringing your books to the beach at this point, but you knew there was no where else you really wanted to read

So, you came back the next day with a different book

Wanting some peace and quiet, you showed up at eight in the morning with some fantasy story and a towel, tired but ready to read

You planned on plowing through your new book, but today, so early in the morning with the rising sun warming your skin, you started to doze off

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you did start to wake up, you heard the familiar sound of a book’s pages turning

You opened your eyes, glancing up, only to see the most handsome man in the world laying beside you with one muscular arm resting under the back of his head and one large hand holding your book up with ease

You were confused and stunned all at once, and with a start, you realized that he was both very muscular and very shirtless

Your sleepy gaze dipped lower than his bare chest, and with an audible gasp, you realized that he had no legs

Instead, a smooth, dark tail laid in the sand, reminiscent of a beached shark

You launched yourself up, catching the man off-guard and eliciting a surprised, “Huh?” from him

There was a solid second where the two of you were silent, frozen, your eyes locked and surprise written on both of your faces

You didn’t know who he was, hell, you weren’t even sure what he was, but the longer you stared at him, the closer you wanted to get–

And then, he moved

He was surprisingly fast, throwing himself into the water within a millisecond, your book still in hand–

Your book.

Oh hell no.

Anger flared in your stomach. That man may be beautiful, but that was your book, and you’d be damned if you let him get away with it

Throwing yourself at him, you grabbed his wrist with both hands as he tried to shuffle into the water, your gaze angry

He let out the same surprised, “Huh?” as he froze, his amber eyes peering into your own

And then, he started trying to yank his arm away

There was a lot of yanking, flailing, and otherwise angry shouts from both of you

“Give. Me. My. Fucking. Book!” You exclaimed, looking insane as you finally threw yourself right onto the strange shark-man

“Get off me!” He yelled, his voice rocky and deep, his grip on the book loosened as he tried to push you off of his chest

You watched as it slipped from his grip, flew through the air, and landed in the water with a loud “Plop!” before it steadily sank beneath the waves

Gasping, you let go of the man and threw yourself head first into the water; you had just gotten that fucking book yesterday and this asshat–

That asshat.

He dove after the book, too.

And guess who reached it first?

Yeah, not you

Unsurprisingly, he was even faster underwater

You almost gasped underwater as you saw his hand easily grasp the book, not giving you another glance before he swam even lower

You lost sight of him within seconds, but you were not about to give up

Your parents might say you were too bullheaded to give up, but you liked to think it was your charming determination that made you swim after a fucking merman

Of course, you quickly realized it was an awful idea

The deeper you went, the darker it got, reducing your already diminished sight and you quickly realized you were running out of air

You had to turn back

You saw the surface and its beautifully warm sunlight, but your lungs were screaming and your limbs were aching

You weren’t sure you were going to make it

Your lungs were burning in agony, desperately telling you to breathe breathe breathe–

You opened your mouth for fresh air, only able to choke on saltwater

You were sinking, your eyes were shutting–hands

There were hands around you; something was moving

You broke the surface, coughing and gasping, seawater spilling from your mouth

Someone was pulling you towards the sand, gently laying you on the ground with warm hands

You knew they were leaning over you, and as you opened your eyes, you could only see the blurred face of a concerned man–a man with the same amber eyes and the same scar over one eye as the stupid fishman that kept ruining your books

“Fuck you,” You managed lightheartedly, a dumb little smile slipping onto your face

You were mad at him, but you couldn’t deny the relief you felt at being alive–and seeing his handsome face again

Relief fell over his rugged features and a dumb smile of his own grew

“I almost died ‘cause of you,” you told him, laying on the ground with a scratchy voice and fatigue weighing on your mind

“Yeah,” He admitted, his deep voice quiet but so close to your ears. You felt a course hand gently push a lock of wet hair out of your face, “But you’re also alive ‘cause of me. I’d say that’s a win.”

“But my book’s still dead ‘cause of you, too.”

He laughed. He actually laughed, his head thrown back and a large smile on his face. He smiled down at you, amber eyes twinkling, “I think I’d rather have you alive than the book.”

“I dunno… it was a pretty good book.”

He laughed again, the sound making your heart hiccup in your chest and made your own lips curve up into a smile

“You’re just lucky you’re cute,” you mumbled, your eyelids heavy. Maybe another nap in the sand wouldn’t be so bad…

“I think I’m more lucky that you’re so cute.” He replied smoothly, a dumb little smirk on his face

“Ugh… fuck you…” You sighed, not wanting to flirt with a merman, no matter how attractive he was or how much you wanted to wrap your arms around him, “Were you the asshole who got sand and water in my books every time?” Your eyes were closed now, words slow and clumsy.

The man smiled, “Maybe.”

“Even when I was a kid?”

“Perhaps.”

It was, in fact, him. He smiled as he looked at you, your breathing slowed and your eyes shut. When he was a young kid, barely growing into his fins, he saw you on the beach one day

The other merfolk had always told the children to hide well, but when he saw you, a young human resting with a weird book in their hands, he had never wanted to break that rule more than in that moment

So he snuck to the beach more and more, and every time, he’d see you with a block

He grew curious and one day, when you had fallen asleep, he looked at the pages himself

Of course, the squiggly lines and weird black markings meant nothing to him, but after a little bit of digging and a lot of irritating his father, he got answers

They were written words, and he became determined to learn them–and he did, in fact

And now? Now he could understand those blocks in your hands just as easily as you could, and now, he could see you up close just like when he wanted to as a child

The longer he laid beside you, your eyes shut and a light snore escaping your lips, he realized why he was so drawn to you

It wasn’t often when a merfolk’s soulmate was human, but it always was annoying when it did happen

He wasn’t sure what to do, in all seriousness, and as he heard loud human voices approaching the beach, he realized he’d have to leave before you could wake up

Placing one finger in the sand, he mimicked the shapes and loops of the letters on the pages, leaving you a clumsy note before placing a warm, lingering kiss to your forehead and sliding back into the waves

You woke up twenty minutes later

You were dazed and confused, wondering if the entire thing was a dream

But when you looked down and saw a small message in the sand, you knew what had happened was real and you couldn’t stop the dumb smile of excitement that crossed your features

“Had to go before others showed up. Your taste in books is weird, but I’m looking forward to the next one. I’ll return your book next time, and try not to throw yourself in the waves to find me, too. See you soon -Gladio”

His message left you feeling giddy and warm, and as you looked into the waves, his name dancing on your tongue, you swore you saw a patch of dark hair in the waves and the familiar color of his shark tail not a moment later

[melancholeyes]

HEADCANON / TYDESS

Blue Diamond’s first colony was known initially as sector 3 colony 42CL, later dubbed TYDESS. In a solar system of six planets, it was the third, small and rocky. Oceans covered much of its surface with the greatest variety of organic life beneath the waves. However, the most advance form of life lived on land, below ground.

It was a species evolved to carve through the upper crust of the planet, burrowing hundreds of thousands of miles of tunnels. They sustained themselves on fungi that grew upon the deep, sprawling root systems and developed colonies thousands strong. Their language consisted of vibrations – clicks and thumps that echoed down the tunnels or could be felt through the dirt. Though Homeworld failed to recognize their rudimentary culture, it existed in the dark, painted on cave walls.

When Blue arrived, they presented a unique challenge. Gem production could not begin until this mole-like species was eradicated. They were clever enough to burrow through the kindergartens and disturb her armies prior to their emergence. Light, they discovered, was a distinct weakness, but in the end it was her terraformers that proved most useful. Blue had her Lapises redirect the ocean into the tunnels. For an entire lunar cycle it swept through the caverns, rising and falling into every crevice. Only when she was certain there would be no further interference did she bring the ocean back to the surface.

Afterwards gem production continued as normal. The planet was mined for its resources, and on its surface spires, temples, warp pads, and every manner of gem architecture sparkled beneath its twin suns. The ocean was allowed to remain, both as a testament to her victory over the planet’s native species, and due to the simple pleasure watching the waves brought her. Its moon – nearly large enough to rival Tydess in size – led to a dramatic rise and fall of tides, which in turn inspired its name.

Blue was incredibly fond of her colony. Like Pink she found a wonder in it, though in this case it was the finished product. There was a beauty in her armies, her court, her builders, and designers all coming together, working in perfect unity. It was a microcosm of gem society, each piece a small facet of a larger whole, greater than the sum of its parts.

It didn’t take long for them to utilize most of the planets finite materials, and afterwards it became home mainly to higher ranking, aristocratic gems, as well as gems who specialize in research and study. The overall atmosphere is peaceful to encourage contemplation, reflection, and concentration. Disorder of any kind is punished harshly. Repeat offenders can expect to find themselves removed to a mining asteroid -- if they’re lucky. Blue lingered decades after its completion, reluctant to hand it over to the gems created to govern in her stead, a result of the same sentimentality ( and to a certain degree, selfishness ) that still plagues her to this day. 

It was only when Yellow emerged that she was at last able to move on. She recognized a fire in her newly made companion. Yellow would burn through the galaxy, bending entire systems to her will. Blue knew she would be left behind if she didn’t learn how to let go. Even so, it remains a favorite out of her colonies, and one of the few she still visits in the wake of Pink’s demise.