#This is for the mesmerizer au but hes slaying too much

[gardensnakie]

Emo alerrrt

[whalesforhands]

Hii! I have an idea ☝️😈

What about teen gojo and geto meeting future reader and they’re all baffled and mesmerized and all this fluffy stuff and reader is just like “🧍‍♀️” confused since she was fighting a curse a few seconds ago- But the adult versions of the two are busy doing whatever else so she has to deal with them until the curse wears off?

Just wanted to ramble 🏃‍♀️ Merry Christmas!

i like ur rambling, anon. guess what timeline i picked, hehe. whether or not it’s canon to main dyf au, is for you to decide. merry christmas hohoho

You practically deflate onto the ground, knees scraping against the soft dirt whilst your poor, beaten up staff was used as your sole support where you had stabbed it into the dirt, your hands sliding down the handle of your weapon as the dust settles around you.

It was rare to have you deployed on-field for an exorcism of a curse, and even rarer for you to have to deal with anything above a Grade 2.

(Mainly due to your husbands who were sorely against you having to do any exorcism at all.)

But, alas, even they can’t slay every single curse in the world; the higher-ups having purposefully kept their most powerful busy as of late.

“And you promise to abandon your mission if you can’t defeat it?” A seriousness in his tone, almost dreadful, almost domineering in nature. Geto Suguru will not take no for an answer, his hands upon your shoulders squeezing lightly, trembling just ever so slightly.

“Do not fight anything you deem above your skill level.” Gojo Satoru is wholly deadpan, your pinkies interlocked in a promise as intense eyes stare you down. You feel his pinky tighten, restless, unlabeled impatience. Absent of any semblance of playfulness. “Okay?”

You’ve taken their words seriously, only taking fights that you know you would win; only running when you know you can’t.

A jujutsu sorcerer does not give their life up so easily.

You hear a rustle from the bushes, eyes darting behind you, and ripping your weapon out and readying for another face off just as you feel a familiar, overwhelming power looming just where you had looked away.

“Now, now, now.” That familiar voice, lacking in all the more mature tones you were used to, all the gentleness that you’ve grown so fond of.

“You’re gonna drop your weapon, put your pretty hands up and slowly turn around to face me.”

(You didn’t even hear his footsteps. Was he flying?)

There’s no hesitation in your compliance, the clatter of your staff to the ground as your hands are held up. The malice in the energy you feel all stoked and ready to explode at any given moment, the tones of his voice an underlying, upset melancholy.

You’re facing the Gojo Satoru, afterall. However, there’s an issue with him, something you’ve realized all too soon after loving him for so long.

There’s a tensed silence between the both of you during the stare-down, your eyes still getting used to his slightly shorter stature, much shorter hair as compared to your highschool days and current adult age. His cheeks a tad bit fuller, but eyes dulled considerably.

He’s still so cute.

“My Six Eyes tell me that you’re (name) (last name).” From your breathing pattern down to every last speck of your cursed energy; it was undeniably you. His eyes shine with quiet grief, and gritted regret as you meet his gaze.

You feel sorry for him.

“…but you’re not my (name).” You’re a little more mature looking, a little far too calm and collected in his presence. You’re the same; yet not the one he knew. His eyes narrow as the red on his glowing hand fizzles out, his stance commanding and broad as his feet finally touch the ground before you, using his looming height as a threat. It contrasts the way his voice cracks just as he ends his words, a beating silence enveloping the both of you as your heart calms, your hands slowly going down.

“And you’re not my Satoru.” It causes a stuttering, reddish plum to his cheeks, a throb to his heart that he hadn’t expected to feel, clenching his fists, a click of realization alongside his fingernails digging into his skin, intrepid gaze holding your calm one.

“So I am in another world.”

——

This wasn’t your Suguru either. His hair is messily bunned up, the bags under his eyes darker than you have ever seen him. His lips are dry, his complexion lacking any of the usual vigor your Suguru had.

He looks far too weary, far too tired as he sits upon a nearby bench, hunched over and just so exhausted that it makes you wonder when was the last time he has had a good night’s sleep.

“Oi, Suguru!” The ‘Satoru’ that you had met is all too keen to greet the boy, his hand around your elbow and pulling you along with him. “I found out where we’re at!” His loud call only heeds the visible slump of the black-haired boy’s tensed shoulders, eyes still cast towards the ground as the cicadas call around him.

“And I found somebody to help us.” He brings the both of yourselves to a stop before the blank boy.

“It’s nice to meet you?” You’re honestly at a loss for words at the situation. For how all powerful and odd Gojo’s powers can be, you hadn’t expected this situation one bit.

It’s at your voice that this ‘Geto Suguru’ nearly whirls his head back at a speed so quick that it nearly scares you. Dry, reddened eyes widening and mouth opening, getting up on shaky legs as he extends a hand towards you.

“You—“

——

“So…” The silence is far too awkward for you to be comfortable. “There was a (name) in your timeline too, I hear?” Your fingers are twiddling with your jujutsu uniform as you sat in between the both of them, their proximity a just inching between the line of too close whilst awaiting for Ijichi’s pickup to the campus.

‘Gojo Satoru’ is the first to speak up. “Yeah.”

A pause.

“Our (name) is… Dead.” You see ‘Geto Suguru’’s hands clench at his uniform pants, bundling the fabric up so tight that his knuckles started to turn white.

Oh. You feel bad now.

“I’m… Sorry about that.”

A breath is sucked in through his teeth. “Don’t be.”

You shouldn’t feel sorry for them at all. It’ll just make it worse than it already is.

Isn’t it funny? Comical? That their (name) had to be ripped away from their hold, had to be clawed away from their reach, only for fate to place another you; living, breathing right in front of them.

So palpable, so alike, so unbearably, painfully you. It makes them want to throw up in disgust, honestly. But they can’t.

Because it’s you.

“I-I’m sure that I-“ No. “Your (name) lived a good life if you were both around, then. Please- Trust me on this.” You know. You know that any version of ‘you’ would be satisfied with their life if they had friends like them; Gojo, Geto and Ieiri.

It’s a life that no version of you would ever regret. You wouldn’t regret becoming a jujutsu sorcerer if you had gotten to meet people like them.

And it brings two broken hearts just a tinge more comfort.

——

“Um, Satoru..”

“Yes?” It was a chorus of two similar voices.

“Ah— No. Uhm— My Satoru.” You’re a bit frazzled as you nod towards your blindfolded husband, a satisfied hum coming from him as he made his way towards you.

“Just call the other one Gojo! Or you can just call for your hubby~” He’s cooing into your ear for the duo to watch on, a hand on your waist to hook you in close as a smile is donned upon his face.

There’s a beat of silence before the more intimidating white-haired sorcerer spoke up.

“No. I want to be called Satoru.” The younger Gojo had had his eyes set upon you, never letting you leave his vicinity. Then, that means that the other ‘Geto Suguru’ would be called as simply ‘Suguru’, then.

“Your blindfold’s pretty lame. Do I actually want to wear that?”

Your Gojo chooses to turn his nose up, and ignore that sneer his younger counterpart gave him. “Man, I was so angry.” You hear a sigh as you see a hand wave off the younger boy. “Do whatever you please, little me. But don’tcha leave yet, please! My Suguru’s gonna be so stoked to see this.”

Oh, speaking of your Suguru.

“Did you tell him to pick up some dashi stock for our dinner tonight? I ran out yesterday.”

“…how about we just order a pizza tonight?”

“Sator— Gojo!” Your hands are immediately upon your hips as you feel him hug you towards him, a hand going up to stroke the back of your head, as your face is pressed to his chest to muffle the incoming scolding.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Don’t be mad at me! A wife’s scorn is a husband’s greatest regret!”

“…you guys live all together?” ‘Suguru’’s voice breaks the moment between the both of you.

You feel a rumbling of your husband’s chest as a laugh is released.

“And we got kids together too. Ya jealous yet?”

——

“Aha, this is certainly a sight.” Suguru is shedding himself of his jacket as he kicks off his shoes by the genkan, the sight of his younger self, and double the Gojo certainly jarring for him as they sat around the dining table.

“Welcome home, honey!” It’s your Gojo that skips along to press an obnoxiously wet kiss to your other husband’s lips first as you gently place the final bowl of zaru soba down.

(Minus the miso soup side dish. You’re still slightly mad, but you have guests over.

“We could’ve just ordered a pizzaaaaaa!” Your husband’s whines are ignored as you strain the noodles out.

“I’m not feeding guests a pizza, dearest idiot husband of mind.” You pat your hands dry upon your apron, turning to flick at his forehead as he whines even more, begetting a giggle before you tiptoe up to press a kiss to the area.)

“Welcome home.” Your voice greeting your husband is lost on ‘Satoru’ and ‘Suguru’’s ears as they stare down at the bowl before them. The significance of the food almost making the cursed spirit user tear up.

This was his favourite food. It— ‘You’ and himself used to eat this frequently until—

“Suguru… Are you okay?” A whispered concern from his Satoru.

“Yeah. I—“ He thinks he’s going to be sick. “I’m fine.”

“It isn’t much, but I hope you enjoy it.” His ears finally tune back in just in time to hear your voice once more. Dreary copper-amethyst gaze flicking up to meet your warm, lovely face.

He’ll eat it. He’ll eat it. He’ll eat it.

“Don’t push yourself if you can’t.” It’s this world’s Suguru that pops in, much longer hair, his older features, his broader stature and more muscled body.

(Does— He know what he’s been through?)

His chopsticks are trembling as he brings the noodles to his lips, mouth opening and slowly chewing— He stops as a realization hits him.

It’s delicious. It’s so delicious. There are tears in his eyes as he begins to gobble it up, a hack in his throat as ‘Suguru’ pushes the urge to vomit away to take in more.

(If— if this was his final time meeting you- Then he has to. He has to. But— This is strange. Even his counterpart didn’t react all that much to his and Satoru’s appearance.

It occurs to him that perhaps, they aren’t in another world. If they’re meeting their older selves, then— Perhaps they are in another timeline.

Which means—)

His gaze returns down to the now empty bowl before him, before flickering up to meet your satisfied, almost prideful face.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“You’re welcome! I’m so happy you loved it that much!”

Perhaps this situation wasn’t so bad at all, giving him the chance to see your smiling face once more.

——

“If you give me a kiss, I’ll tell him~” Is he mocking his younger self…? You just wanted him to help the other ‘Satoru’ to get back to his world. Alas, you relent, leaning over to press a chaste, quick kiss to his cheek as your Geto watched on with upturned eyes and a happy smile.

“Hey, kid me.” A joyful hum, a satisfied gait as your Gojo watches the little boy who he once was.

“You already figured out how to go back already, right? Whatcha waiting for?” Huh…? Your Gojo already knows how to get them back?! Your eyes widen as you nearly choke on your water.

“Now, now Gojo. Don’t tease them.” Your Geto is chuckling, patting your back as you cough. “You’ll make our poor wife worried. I’m sure that they have some sort of unfinished business here.”

What?! Were they both in on this? This is just getting stranger, and stranger…

“Heh. Guess it isn’t a surprise I would know myself best, huh?” Satoru lets a cocky grin overtake his features as his fingers intertwined with his Suguru’s.

“Guess I really am the strongest.”

His gaze finally stops at you. “It was nice— Y’know.” He grows shy, eyes shifty from behind his sunglasses. “Seeing a (name) again.”

‘Suguru’ speaks up. “Thank you for— Allowing us to experience it again.” He’s grateful. The most he’s ever been, the most he’s ever felt ever since your passing.

Thank you. But— It’s only goodbye for now.

“It was nice meeting the both of you!” You’re bowing politely as you wave.

(The younger Suguru is finally smiling. Even if it’s just a little.)

“We’ll see you soon! Wait for us!” A salute and a bright grin. And in a flash, they have disappeared.

…what?

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Notes:

If you don’t get it, your current Satoru and Suguru have experienced what their younger counterparts have been through.

Younger Gojo and Geto have been watching every move you’ve been making. Keep that in mind if you ever reread this, haha.

During dinner, younger Gojo and Geto decided to share a bowl together since Geto hasn’t been able to eat a full meal without throwing up. It was the first time in a while he’s eaten so much. When Gojo saw how much he was eating, he asked for a separate bowl for himself.

Geto Suguru thinks he’s pretty handsome in this world. Would…you have liked someone like that too? His Satoru certainly does. He’s seen the shifty, almost shy gaze his Gojo threw the older Geto. Maybe he will grow out his hair.

“Aww, I was such an adorable brat!~” His hands are placed upon his cheeks as he cooed, watching as his husband and yourself cleared the plates.

“Hmm. I suppose you must’ve lost all that cuteness in your youth, wouldn’t you agree, darling?.” Suguru’s cooing back at him from the kitchen with a laugh, his body turning to you to ask for your opinion.

“His younger self was certainly so cute… But I suppose my answer depends on whether he helps with the dishes today.” You’re teasing him right back as you slowly wash the plate.

“W-what? Fine, I’m coming! Call me adorable, pleaseee!”

[peachyiie-0]

Sanemi wife and kids Au!

(No warnings just pure cuteness.)

Before I start I just wanna say this was a request from this lovely user: toriwallace and they specifically asked for sanemi comming home to his wife and kids sleeping in their bed! Which I thought would be adorable to write!! So thank you so much to that amazing person who gave me the request.

Another thing I’d like to mention is I’ll be taking any requests! And I’ll only take them if I find them acceptable! with all that being said, I hope you enjoy this!!

Sanemi walked into the shared house of him and his wife. He had just ended a long day of his work, slaying demons. He’s almost never home, and when he is he's usually resting in their room.

Of course his wife doesnt mind, she knows the difficulties of being a demon slayer.

She’s proud of her hard working husband, and Sanemi’s proud of her. I mean, taking care of two children is a tough job for a mom. But she cherishes every moment.

As sanemi walked through the door of their home there was no usual welcoming from his wife or kids. He was a little worried because they usually always greet him with tons of “welcome home!”. But today was different; the only thing that filled the house was silence.

He began to worry when he called out to his wife and children and there was no answer. Sanemi’s mind was racing as he began frantically looking for them.

He turned the hall to their room, the only place he didn’t check. The door creaked open as he walked in. His wife and kids were bundled up closely together on the bed.

Sanemi let out a sigh of relief, as he sat close to his wife admiring her beauty. The way her long hair flowed over parts of her face was mesmerizing.

And the way her long eyelashes drooped over her cheeks made him realize again why he fell in love with her. Her beauty was unmatched.

He took off his Haori and placed it on the nightstand as he began to cuddle up next to his sleeping wife. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could and began placing a line of kisses on his wife’s neck.

“Mm..” she grumbled as sanemi was slowly frozen in place. She turned over as she wrapped her arms around him resting her head on his chest.

“I love you..” she hummed as she began to fall back asleep. Sanemi’s heart was fluttering. God, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Me too. I love you too.” Suddenly two small hands then made their way around the both of them. They were all cuddled up closely as they began to slowly fall into a peaceful sleep.

(I’m sorry if it’s not any good, I’m a beginner writer who’s still trying her best to learn and earn the experience. So if there is any punctuation mistakes or anything else you noticed that was wrong please keep that in mind)

I Hope you enjoyed this!!! And I hope you guys have a good day/ night, make sure to get lots of rest and to be safe!!🫶💗💗

[dumb-dumb-mander]

Decided to do a... Carousel ? I think it's the term ? Of all my toons, even the ones I was keeping in my shelf to present later... !

Adiel !

Commander in one of the universe when Mikhail isn't. Adiel is serious and dedicated to following the Dream. However, behind her cold appearance, she is still compassionate and loving.

She is my main over my NA account and her outfit isn't her finished one, I "just" need to play on that account haaaaa My plan with her is that she'll end up in love with an Exalted, and would lose part of her body (too burned down) after Balthazard, which will end with her being part Exalted. I... Still need to deep dive into all the lore to come up with a good explanation but yeah.

She needs glasses

Mykealleax !

That strange fella is an enigma for anyone meeting them. Where are they coming from ? Who are they ? What are they ? What are their purposes and goal ? Nobody knows.

I don't have a lot to say about them, I did them over my NA on a whim when I was still very much into Elden Ring and thinking about an dragon!oc... Also to have a mesmer over that account jkregn He got his final outfit though !

Mikhail the Branded !

An AU of Mikhail where when he lost against Kralkatorrik, crushed by the guilt and grief to have lost Aurene and not be able to slay the Elder Dragon, instead of persevering right away, he went into the Mist to become stronger and find a world where he could save everyone. However, he became power-hungry, always seeking to become stronger until he forgot why he wanted to be stronger to begin with.

He is over my NA too and is named "Mikhail Lys B" until I got my hand on a character's name change thingy kgjnerg I'm also not satisfied with his current look, but I need to play for that─

Mikhail !

My main, the dumbass Sylvari Commander himself... ! One if not THE one I draw differently to how he looks in-game (his horns are branches of his first haircut, he got leaves with the vines on his head and he's a bit thicker)

I play him more than anybody else and it show fkezg Maybe for that reason too I cannot decide on a definitive outfit and cannot do a "outfit timeline" because I cannot decide

(Squeaky) Mikhail !

A light armor version of Mikhail that has the look of sapling Mikhail... An AU where Mikhail never becomes Commander, his body never changing because of the magic he absorbed, because he got burned by Balthazar. An innocent Mikhail who never fought the Elder Dragons, never experienced the lost and grief and everything. None of that.

He was made purely to have a toon with sapling Mikhail's look for possible screenshot purpose kjregn Also to have a mesmer on that account

Mirael !

My very, huh, active girl. Look at her face. She is innocent. Always happy to help !

Mannis !

My other, mh, very active one. He has two sisters (played by 2 friends) and is very playful and open what he likes and wants.

Callan Amalrik !

Amal' is coming from the Mist, from a world where Trahearne and Mikhail were able to make a child ; Callan Amalrik... !

Amal' definitively took the courage of their parents and the combativity of Mikhail. Amal' can be gentle and playful, but be fierce in combat. One of their bestie is a Largos.

Amal' is the first character I ever created to be genderfluid, which is a challenge for me, not gonna lie. They use all pronouns, just depending of their mood (for that reason they have 2 outfit, one more feminine, and one more masculine (the one in the screenshot)). They/them is the basic one to use. They use "Callan" when they feel more feminine, "Amalrik" when more masculine, and "Amal' " when in-between/none (which I use by default).

Jaal and Siham !

Twin coming from the union between Nikare, Kenut and Mikhail... !

Jaal is the twin who looks the most like a Largos ; strong, the fins well-developed and the hard look. However, he enjoys more his connection to his Sylvari genes, but he is afraid to break the expectations that Nikare and Kenut put on him...

Siham is energetic, kind and friendly, even though her health and body aren't the best. Her fins are broken, not strong enough to move correctly. She is often seen on her mount as her body got tired easily. However, she has that instinct to hunt and have trophies like Largos has, which Mikhail helped to redirect toward having strong pets and beasts. She is very good at it and enjoys her menageries... !

They are both extremely protective of each other and are absolutely ready to fight. They have strong fighters as parents after all.

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

predictable as FUCK but 💪🏼 or 🩸 for Aztecshipping please?

I’ll do both since they both work well with the scenario I’m imagining, since we briefly spoke about the Prince Yuma and Trey Knight au in DMS and I think that works well with them!!

Also this DOES have trans girl trey propaganda because fuck you

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Yuma was, admittedly, a person who failed to practice self-preservation. If he wasn’t a prince, he was sure he’d be called stupid, an idiot, frankly a moron. And because of this fact, he’d met Trey.

She was a knight, but if you asked anyone she was more like a bounty hunter, slaying dragons and beasts for the little amount of money she could get from it. Her brother, Quattro, fit the description more, saving ladies from the village whenever they happened to get into danger. Although that was impressive, there was nothing as impressive as seeing Trey swing her sword, to slay a dragon, and wipe the blood off of her face as if nothing had ever happened.

But, of course, The day went as normal, he had planned to pick some berries and visit the Arclights cottage to bake a pie with her. He always enjoyed spending time with her, and how couldn’t he? She was the most beautiful women he knew, and no matter how delicious her pies were, she was always sweeter than it could ever be. The only issue was, Yuma tended to attract danger, almost as if he were a lightening rod for it, and before he knew it, he was being dragged off by a dragon to be ripped limb by limb and eaten.

But the silver lining was that Trey always came riding in on her beautiful white horse to come and save him, she always open carried her sword, already reaching out to get it, before throwing it at the scaly winged beasts neck. Of course, it instantly dropped Yuma comes its claws to recoil and growl in pain, leaving just enough time for him to get away and get away from it.

The way Trey fought was always mesmerizing to him, always memorizing his beloved knights steps. She was always quick on her feet, taking the time that she needed to retrieve her sword, gripping it firmly in her left hand. She was always left handed, never held anything in her right, just another thing to admire about her.

Landing back on her feet, it lunged for her, reaching out its razor sharp claws for her, and Yuma was sure she would evade it.

He was sure.

He was so sure.

While Trey was taking the time to swing her sword at the claw the beast was throwing at her, she barely had the time to process the fact that it was reaching its other claw for her, painfully, deeply scratching her in her abdomen. “Trey!” Yuma called out, “Yuma, stay back! I’m fine! You’ll only get hurt if you try to interfere.”

But as she always did, she had slain the dragon, and all was well.

Except.. it wasn’t.

Trey was bleeding all over herself, blood seeping out of her armor and onto the once green grass. Yuma ran towards her, hugging her tight. “Yuma..” She smiled, almost falling over. “Trey, I have to get you to a doctor! You’re bleeding all over yourself!”

“No, Yuma. You can’t bring me to one of your doctors, they’ll ask me how it happened. I can’t trouble anyone with that.”

“Then I’ll take care of you.” Trey lightly squeaked feeling Yuma pick her up with both of his hands. Trey was older than him, and just a few centimeters taller, SHE was supposed to be the one carrying the cute prince away from danger.

“You know, girls are a lot heavier than they look-“ Yuma grunted, trying his best to hold her up. “But It’s a necessary sacrifice!”

Yuma was minimally athletic, but the adrenaline rushing through him didn’t stop him from running at full force towards the Arclights cottage.

Yuma slammed open the door, helping her upstairs and laying her onto the soft mattress of her bed. “Yuma.. you don’t have to do this..”

“I can’t just let my knight do so much for me, and not do anything in return. That would be selfish of me.”

Yuma lifted off her chest plate, then her pants. “Uhm.. I’ll try not to look too much, of course-“ He blushed, well, he’d never really seen a girl without anything on, well Trey did have something on, but the fact still remained. He failed to understand girls, especially their bodies.

“You’re too cute, it’s fine.” Trey softly smiled, once more. “Just do what you will, my prince.”

Her soft white camisole was completely soaked in blood, Yuma having to lift it up and put it to the side. Her abdomen had 3 nail shaped gashes in it, and even above this fresh one were old ones from previous battles, and of course the wounds weren’t big but she was still bleeding. They were absolutely oozing with blood, bubbling and starting to turn partially black because of the buildup. Yuma had never seen so much blood in his life, but he supposed this was the noble sacrifice a beautiful Knight like her had to make. It’s the job she’d chosen by herself, after all.

He’d fished out some gauze from one of her cabinets per her instructions, wrapping her up and stopping the flow of it dead in its tracks.

“Thank you.. honestly..” Trey breathed with a sigh of relief, although still a tad bit woozy, “Really, it’s nothing! I just didn’t want you to die out there, anyone would want that, I’m sure.”

“Honestly, you should hate me by now. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be getting hurt so much just because of me.”

“Yuma, If I were to hate you, I would’ve already left you a long time ago.” Trey sat up, touching Yumas shoulder. “I choose to save you because If I don’t, who will? If I don’t get hurt at least once, you would never know how much I care for you.”

“I guess thats true…”

“I’m sure Quattro will be angry with me when he comes home and sees me like this, but it’ll be worth it, I think.” Quattro never did like Yuma after all, to be honest he was never fond of boys who’d go in the pursuit of his darling sister, “But, let’s go downstairs. I saw you were picking berries earlier, let’s make a pie. I liked the way you carried me up like that, almost like you were my knight, you can do that again, if you’d like.”

“O-Of course!”

And so they did, and maybe, even if the day hadn’t gone as planned, she still remained as sweet.

[frostsong]

9—03: TEMPER.

verb: act as a neutralizing or counterbalancing force to (something).

rating: t

characters: grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley, original characters, douceline de dansereau

tags: the heaven’s ward survive-au, un-tempering, my wol’s sister was fwbs with both grinn and paule, wowee the angst of the singularity reactor and thinking your big sister’s hated you since then

summary: as the warrior of light, douceline is no stranger to mediation. takes place after 5.4.

wordcount: 860

the doors of the guest room were shut tight—whether or not it was locked, it might as well have been. 

but when douceline ignored the fearful, stifled warnings of the maids in the corridor and knocked, only to be met with silence after three attempts. she found an empty room when she entered—and, fearing for the worst, had sent word throughout the household, both indoors and out—to ensure that their esteemed guest was hale and whole and most importantly, out of plain sight.

douceline was due to leave for old sharlayan quite sooner than she’d hoped: she realized this was a familiar theme in her travels, the wishing for more time. and while home would always have her heart, this was something she wanted to seek out herself. to her, she held half the blame that came with slaying the heaven’s ward, and the late archbishop—the primal king thordan—carried the other, with surely far less remorse. 

with angelo afloat beside her, she continued her search for the two entrusted to their care. she did the right thing in putting herself in their shoes: the wide hall used for both the display of all their heritage panoplies otherwise not for show elsewhere throughout the manor and for training when the weather was too inclement (though the calamity had made familiarity with the constant cold a necessity). 

two tall silhouettes—bereft of armor in loose-sleeved tunics with the laces that strained over the broadness of their chests, the breeches and the boots—glared in her direction. 

“…have you eaten yet?” far from the best choice of words spoken to two men whose lives she’d ended not too long ago, but far from the worst. before all of this, douceline had done well to keep her distance, fearful of becoming collateral damage to their tendency as belligerents. 

as fate would have it, the possibility of being struck was no longer the greatest thing she had to fear. far from it, actually.

grinnaux sneered, slinging his axe over his shoulder. truth be told, the axe was theirs and not his stampede—part of the deal included ceding it and paulecrain’s winter to the count, and in her sister’s eyes it was an insignificant price to pay.

“if it isn’t the hero of the hour.”

he scoffed, and turned away from her—only to stop halfway at the sight of a flying pig at her shoulder. the look on his face was something between perplexed and annoyed; douceline might have giggled if it hadn’t been for the gravity of the situation pressing heavier and heavier against her chest. 

paulecrain broke the silence with a snort and a jut of his chin.

“are we to carve lunch?” the growing smirk made her scowl as angelo remained where he hovered, without so much as a squeak. 

“...if clay’s to your taste, then.” she shrugged her shoulders. she would smile, but her dusky-rose eyes remained wide, fixed on both men—observing, studying. before she was hydaelyn’s chosen she had been a scholar, and a scholar she remained: the process of tempering mesmerized her as much as it horrified her, and the rediscovery of the cure gave her hope on a personal level.

it was paulecrain’s turn to be perplexed—and grinnaux hissed, his patience wearing thin—lacking as it was to begin with.

“so. come to gloat, have you?” he returned his attention fully upon her, hardened-jaw and wicked-eyed. 

“i’ve come to check on you. lest you’ve forgotten…” her scowl returned, deepening.

“most of ishgard thinks you’re dead.” both men seethed, not simply at her words but for what they implied. the city in which they had roamed free for the better part of their careers in the knighthood, from barracks to banquets and a brawl in both and everything in between—was no longer accessible to either of them. 

“it’s likely it won’t stay this way.” she offered an open, white palm as she spoke—ever the diplomat first in such tense situations. she had suffered through her sisters, magloirienne and euphemie—her schoolmates,  archombadin and leigh—merchants and their clients alike in ul’dah, sellswords and tavern-keeps in the shroud and beyond. 

“but we need your cooperation—i know we ask much of you both in doing so…but to rush into anything is out of the question.” she didn’t intend to speak for long—she knew their kind, euphie’s kind—unable to sit still and not so secretly against the authority in-place.

“…then leave us be.” paulecrain raised a gloved hand in a dismissive wave, his focus already wavering as he sought another of the spare polearms at hand. suddenly she worried for the pages and the attendants who could be subject to their whims. that, or they would steer clear of everything and everyone as long as they were guests. there was only so much douceline could infer from all this; after all, it hadn’t been her who had known them for years prior to their admission into the heaven’s ward.

seething, grinnaux turned to face him once more in battle-stance, though she caught him glance once again in angelo’s direction. she nodded, and left the hall with the loaned porxie in tow. 

there would be time for questions later.

[skzhrs]

Bad Boy - Chan x Reader Smut AU

Switch!Chan, Fem!Reader, Degradation, Drinking, One Night Stand, 3.6k

Chan, AKA Chris Bang, is the playboy of the school. What happens when his goody two shoes desk partner, Y/N, manages to undo him?

You stare at the whiteboard, watching as your teacher makes dainty strokes of icy blue with her pen. The Expo marker leaves slick trails of color, the beryl hues weaving themselves into a mess of quadratic functions and systematic equations.

"So," she tsks, writing a simplified set of variables, "we get 3x after subtracting 7x from 10x, and then we have a slope we can use to-"

Everyone's heads gradually turn as the classroom door opens, and a broad shouldered boy with platinum blonde hair steps inside. His narrow eyes possess a mischievous glint, the edges of his paper thin lips tilted upwards in a snarky smirk. Stomping the muddy snow from his sneakers, Chris Bang lets the door swing shut behind him as he hands the teacher a tardy note.

"Hi, Chris," she says, less than pleased. "We're discussing functions and equations with three variables. Take out your notes, please."

"Alright," he bites his lip as he paces towards his seat in the back of the classroom.

"Actually," our teacher pipes up, "how about you sit up here? I want to make sure you take extra good notes to make up for what you missed." 

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you see the only empty spot in the front is the chair adjacent to yours. Your large desk that normally seats two is just half full. Chris glances at the teacher, then at you, and walks towards your space, placing his sagging black backpack on the desk.

"Much better," she smiles. "So, after eliminating 7x from the equation, we can see that we have a fairly easy equation left over: 3x equals 12x. After dividing both sides by 3, we can conclude that x is equal to 4."

Chris pulls out a tattered notebook, the cardboard cover ripped in places, and grabs a mechanical pencil from the spiral wires that barely keep the paper sheets together. He flips to a blank page while you scoot a bit closer to him. Although you have never had a serious infatuation with Chris Bang, his edgy sense of humor and stunning looks have always made you swoon. Just a little bit. You've never considered what it'd be like to really date him and you're pretty sure you wouldn't want that, but the idea of him just slamming you against the wall and melding your lips together, running his coarse fingertips over your bare skin, gave you chills.

"Okay," you murmur under your breath, pushing your notebook towards his. "You can copy my notes if you want."

"Thanks," he replies softly, his raspy voice still hoarse from a good night's sleep. Squeezing your legs together, you smile and try to contain the knot in your stomach. He's ethereal. 

He's crazy. He's a rebel. He makes the worst jokes at the worst times and he's all about partying and living life to the fullest. He's a bad student and overall a bad example.

And yet, he still fascinates you.

"Sure," you say, cheeks red. "If you need help, just ask me."

"Okay," he smiles in return. The way his eyes crinkle and the shape of his lips as they stretch across his teeth and how his skin folds mesmerizes you, and you find it hard to pull away from his enchanting gaze. But you do, focusing on your teacher.

"I'm going to pass out a page of problems for you and your partner to work on," she announces, pacing to her desk. Her heels click on the linoleum as she retrieves a stack of papers and hands one to each student. "You have the rest of the class period to do these. Anything that isn't completed by the end of class is homework."

You write your name on your assignment, and glance over at Chris, who has idly pulled out his phone. He scrolls through Instagram without a care in the world.

"Why were you late?" you ask daringly, and he looks at you. His eyes glimmer in the fluorescent lighting.

"Slept through my alarm," he shrugs, setting his phone down. "I stayed up pretty late last night."

"Doing what? Playing Fortnite?" You laugh through that last question.

"No," he rolls his eyes through a sarcastic smirk. "I was at a party."

"On a Thursday night?"

"It's never too early to party," he assures you. "I'm going to another one tonight, at Felix's house. You should come with."

"Maybe I will," you shoot back, a smile on your face. 

"You should," he repeats, edging closer. Your legs touch, and you can smell the faint aroma of mint and possibly alcohol on his breath. "It'll be fun."

"Wait," you shake your head, "are you hungover?"

"What? No, I hardly drank last night. Now that's reserved for Friday nights." You can barely tell if he's joking or not, but through your ecstasy and his intoxicating charm, you don't really care.

"Where's Felix's house?" you inquire, leaning against the desk.

"Oh shit, are you really gonna come?" His eyes widen at that.

"I might," you shrug, using your seemingly nonchalant attitude to hopefully convince him that, despite being the good kid who regularly gets good grades and has a good family and a good reputation, you can be daring when you need to be. You aren't 100% pure. For some reason, you want to prove that to Chris. You want to show Chris who you can be.

"Sweet, okay," he turns on his phone again and scrolls through a selection of apps before opening something. "It's at 328 Huckleberry Drive. Big beige house. White pillars on the porch."

"So, it's a mansion," you jeer.

"Pretty much," Chris shrugs. As his arms move, the sleeve of his jacket catches your pencil and pushes it onto the floor. "Oh, shit, sorry."

"It's fine," you assure him, bending down to grab the utensil. You pass uncomfortably close to his crotch, and as you grasp the pencil and return to a normal sitting position, your eyes skirt over his lower half.

And you definitely notice the tight bulge that threatens to poke through his denim jeans.

A wave of embarrassment cloaks your face in a bright shade of burgundy and you purse your lips, hurriedly looking away and staring at your paper.

Should you tell him? Does he even know?

"Uh," you murmur, awkward tension suffocating your lungs. "You've got a, uh, situation." You nod towards his groin. Chris glances down, and immediately crosses his legs.

"Hmm," he scoffs, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "Would you look at that?"

"Trust me, I already saw it," you say, somewhat enjoying his embarrassment. Even if he tries to hide it, you can see he's flustered.

It's oddly cute.

"You wanna help me out?" Chris shoots a suggestive wink at you, wiggling his eyebrows. You shake your head with a lighthearted smile, nudging his shoulder.

"Very funny."

However, his expression doesn't falter. It takes you a moment before you realize he isn't joking. At least, he isn't fully joking.

"Wait," you close your eyes. Is this real? "Chris, we're in class, for God's sake."

"So you're not saying you don't want to-"

"Oh my God," you smirk. "Shut up. Maybe some other time." Like him, you are only half kidding.

Something is pulling you towards Chris Bang. A spark goes off when you're in his presence. And you love it.

The bell rings, and you stand, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. But before you leave the class, you feel Chris's veiny hand on your wrist and all of a sudden, his lips are brushing your ear.

"I really want you to come to the party tonight."

You pull away gently, staring at the lustful boy. A sly grin manifests itself on your face.

"We'll see."

***

Because Huckleberry Drive is just a few blocks away from your home, you choose to walk to the party. Wearing a silky, scarlet dress that brushes your knees, adorned with gemstones, you make your way to the address Chris gave you. Your silver heels clink on the sidewalk, as you follow the loud music wafting through the night sky. Even while putting on your makeup, you could faintly hear the sound of music blaring in the distance. 

You knew that the party was probably going to lead to...other things. And you weren't against it, by any means. While sitting with Chris in class, you felt something you hadn't felt in a long time. You wanted him. And his behavior suggested that he wanted you too.

So, you dolled yourself up. You wore the most elegant yet sexy shade of lipstick you owned. You wore luscious mascara and donned a layer of eyeliner and smoky eye shadow. You put on perfume, the tantalizing scent of rose filling the room.

And as you make your way to Felix's house, you feel a sudden burst of confidence overwhelm you. You're ready to slay at that party. You're ready to drop jaws. You're ready to show everyone who you can be.

And as you step into the mansion, feeling the music shake you to your core, and as you feel several pairs of eyes on you, drinking in your appearance, you smile to your self.

You're ecstatic.

"Hey," Felix beams, holding a red cup. "Didn't expect to see you here. And you look great!"

"Thanks," you smile. "I didn't expect to be here either. But a friend of mine convinced me to come."

"Ah, was it Chris? He's been talking about you nonstop." Felix takes a sip from his drink, sighing as he swallows the beverage.

"Has he?" You raise an eyebrow, amused.

"Yeah," he replies, a smirk growing on his face. "All good things. Trust me."

"Good to know," you say. "What are you drinking? Beer?"

"A bit," he shrugs. "Not drunk yet. I doubt I'll get drunk. Maybe buzzed, but not drunk. You want some?" Felix hands the frothy drink to you.

"Sure." You take it from his tiny hand and sip from the cup. By no means is it good. But it's invigorating. And so, you drink some more.

"Easy, easy," Felix grins. "This your first time drinking?"

"No," you reply truthfully. "I hold my alcohol pretty well."

"An admirable trait," he smiles. "I'll go get another drink. Feel free to keep that one."

"Thank you," you say as he smiles in return, disappearing into the raging crowd. You pace to the wall, standing near the hall as you drink. Soon enough, your cup is empty. And you can feel the alcohol pulsing in your veins. You're not drunk. But you aren't sober either.

"My God," you hear a familiar voice rasp. You turn, and see Chris gaping at your outfit, lips parted in awe. Smiling, you lean against the cream colored walls,

"Nice party," you beam, knowing that you're driving him crazy.

"Mm," he murmurs, stepping closer to you. His hands wrap around your hips, his touch tender. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

"Thanks, you too," you wink, prideful. He gazes into your eyes, occasionally glancing at your ruby lips.

"You know," he says quietly, gently guiding you to a sofa by the hallway door frame, "I could barely control myself during Algebra today."

"Oh yeah?" He sits down, never releasing his grip on your waist. You situate yourself on his thigh, feeling his jeans on your bare skin.

"Yep," he breathes out, breath shaky. He lowers his head, massaging your skin through your dress. "God. You're driving me crazy."

You smile to yourself. "Good." Readjusting your position, you slowly move on his leg, and watch as he bites his lip to suppress sound. You let your fingers dance across his shirt, moving up his neck until you grasp his jaw. "You like that?"

He exhales loudly, staring at the ceiling. "Keep doing that," he mutters, finally mustering the courage to face you. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure. "You look so pretty when you do that." His hand moves to your back and all of a sudden, you can feel Chris squeezing your ass. You yelp as he smiles, bringing your head to his collarbone. "So fucking pretty."

Your heart pounds as things heat up. Your dominating attitude has begun to fade as you grind onto his thigh, holding onto his arms and burying your face into his neck. Your need for more contact strengthens with every second.

"I-I," you falter, already losing your power of speech.

"Hmm?" Chris chuckles, tilting your head up with his fingers. "Use your words, babygirl."

"I need you," you finally gasp. He smiles, lifting you off of his lap and standing.

"Let's get out of here."

***

The second the car door closes, his lips are pressed to yours.

You haven't even left Felix's mansion, and yet you're already attached to Chris in a fiery embrace. Your mouth moves against his as you feel his hands slide up your thighs, cupping your ass before traveling around your hips.

Your kiss becomes more heated, and gradually gets deeper as you tug on the collar of his shirt. But as you do so, his hand slaps at your ass.

"Not yet," he growls, finally pulling away. You're breathless, lips numb from the sheer force of the kiss. "Wait until we get to my place."

You nod, panting. You buckle your seat belt while fixing your tousled hair, smoothing town your ruffled dress as Chris begins to drive.

Aching, you cross your legs. Desperate to find some pleasure. You can feel yourself growing hotter and more needy. You can feel your heart rate rising with excitement.

"Don't even think about touching yourself," Chris says without looking over at you. You glance at the boy and see his clenched knuckles on the steering wheel, and how desperate he is as well. A sense of pride washes over you.

You're undoing the biggest player in the school. Just with a kiss and a sexy dress.

After what feels like an eternity of controlling your urges to reach down and seek some pleasure, Chris pulls into a modest and thankfully empty driveway. You get out of the car with him, and both of you pace to the front door. He unlocks it deftly and the second you two are inside, he slams you against the door and begins to kiss you again.

His lips are rough and ruthless, and you moan lightly as you feel him grind against your sensitive area. As your lips part, you feel his tongue enter your mouth.

"F-Fuck," you gasp as Chris fixes his hands on your waist again and guides you towards the hallway. You step into a room, still enveloped in his embrace, that resembles a bedroom.

Pushing you onto a bed but keeping you in an upright position, Chris's hands teasingly play with your dress and the zipper on the back. You breathe against his lips as he pulls on the zipper. You shrug out of the dress, smiling to yourself when you remember that you didn't even wear a bra.

Chris stops as you pull your hair to the side, staring at him with a smirk. His eyes are wide, lips parted in awe, as he examines your chest.

"Fuck," he blinks, his fingers tracing your soft skin. He squeezes the left side of your chest and you inhale, closing the gap between your thighs in an attempt to ease the growing fire burning there.

"You're impatient," Chris raises an eyebrow. Damn you. He knows he's driving you crazy.

"Says the guy who wanted me to jack him off in- fuck!" You throw your head back as his tongue swirls around the buds of your breasts, sucking on your nipples. At this point, you're sick of him teasing you.

You grab his shirt and throw it over his head, pulling him closer to you. You grind on him as he moves up your chest, leaving bite marks trailing from your breasts to your chin. His lips suck on your neck feverishly as you shove your hand under his belt, palming his twitching member. He groans, pulling away and letting you remove his jeans.

"So," you murmur, thumbing his head through his thin boxers, "how long have you wanted to get in my pants?"

You enjoy how he squirms under your touch, how fucking desperate he gets when you're barely even touching him. Hypocritical bastard.

"A bit," he chokes out as you take off his boxers, letting his length extend fully. Idly wrapping your fingers around him, you feign an innocent look. Staring into his hooded eyes while you finally give him what he wanted in class.

"C'mon, Chris. Give me a number. Days? Weeks?"

"Weeks," he cries out as you squeeze his member. You hum in response as you lower your head, taking him in your mouth.

Swirling your tongue around him, feeling his spasms of pleasure, you remove your lips from him with a loud pop. "And you have the nerve to call me needy? Fuck, Chris. You're such a little bitch."

"Shut-shut the fu-fuck up-fuck!" You increase your speed, pumping your fist up and down while bobbing your head around him. You let him slam into the back of your throat, and you slap your tongue against his member.

Finally, as you begin to use one hand to reach for your lace underwear, Chris grabs your face and rips you away from him. With your cheeks in his palms, you stare up at him with wide eyes and swollen lips, droplets of precum and spit dribbling down your chin.

"Little slut," he tsks. Without warning, he jams a hand into your underwear, and before you know it, his finger is twirling around inside of you.

"Ah," you cry out, clenching around him. He smiles, beginning to kiss your neck while inserting a second finger.

"You're already moaning with just one finger," he murmurs while leaving love bites on your skin. "Your voice is gonna be gone by tomorrow."

Fine, you grit your teeth, feeling his thumb move around your slit. His third and final finger begins to stretch you out and you groan with a mixed feeling of pleasure and some pain.

Chris takes his fingers out of you, but before you can even catch your breath, he's moved from your neck to your core. His wet lips suck on your pulsating clit, sending bolts of frantic electricity through your body. He fucks you with his tongue, feeling up your walls, and you scream, hopelessly grinding on him. You've lost all of your pride at this point. You've given in to him. And you're ready for him to take you.

"Come on, baby girl," Chris teases, squeezing your thighs. "We haven't even gotten to the best part."

"Then take me there," you snap, breaths ragged. He smirks, reaching for his jeans strewn on the floor.

"As you wish."

Chris fumbles in his pocket and grabs a condom. He tears open the packaging and you help him put it on, brimming with nervous energy. You need him. Now.

Spreading out your legs, you feel his hands grip your hips, and his tip prods at your entrance.

"Just fucking do- ah!" Chris slams into you without warning, and you feel your walls tighten around his length. Even though you had gotten a good view of him, you hadn't realized how big he truly was until he was inside of you.

And with that, he goes at a relentless pace, the sound of skin clapping against skin filling the room. Your throat chokes up with wild moans, making you sound almost like a puppy.

Chris's moans are breathy and long. Through hooded eyes, you can see the sheen of sweat on his naked body. His eyes are closed, his jaw is set. He's trying to hold it together, just like you.

"Wanna," he growls, pushing deeper into you with every word, "fuck you so hard, you can't even fucking walk."

"Yes," you shriek, your breasts bouncing with every thrust he makes.

"My little babygirl," he groans, leaning closer to you without slowing down. He kisses your chest again and you latch onto his back, your nails gouging into his skin.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you whisper frantically, humping his torso. Chris smiles against your skin and he places his hands parallel to your shoulders, staring into your eyes as he slams his entire length into you. Stars dot your vision as you scream into his ear.

"I'm gonna come," you squeal, closing your eyes as Chris passionately kisses you again, his fingers caressing your cheekbones.

"Me-me too," he grunts, his forehead pressed to yours. "Ah, shit!"

With one final and grand thrust, you feel him come undone in his condom. You hit your climax a few seconds later, your body convulsing with waves of pleasure.

Panting, you let Chris lay on top of you for a bit before he finally rolls into his back, stepping off of the bed. You notice his legs shaking as he disposes of the condom.

"You can stay the night here," he says softly, crawling back into bed and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thank you," you reply, still catching your breath. "We should do this more often."

"Yeah," Chris smirks, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. "We should." With a light laugh, he moves his mouth to your ear and raises the pitch of his voice. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Shut up," you laugh, turning to face Chris. He pulls you in for a long, mellow kiss.

"Sleep tight, babygirl."

***

i hope you guys enjoyed this!! 😩😉

[prolestariwrites]

This is a side story for The Lion of Britannia, which was finished today. I have several more stories to tell inside this AU, and have some plans in the works, but to start I wanted to write the next scene after the last. This is a birthday and a thank you gift for @bertazsleepyhead and all her wonderful work.

Warning: 18+ only

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“Merlin?”

She smiles up at him, the candlelight in her room making her hair almost shimmer. Part of her face is in shadow, but he is captured by the way her eyes still seem to sparkle. “Are you coming in?” she murmurs.

Escanor nods, swallowing around his dry throat. He steps inside her room, which is a mirror of his, and when he hears the door that connects them click shut he turns. His heart is thudding in his chest as she leans against the wood and looks up at him.

The dress from the coronation is removed, as is his own formal clothes. He had opted for a loose linen tunic and pants, his feet bare, something he would have worn to bed. Which had been his plan, to go to bed, but their promises to stay together and the tentative plans to build something—build a life—had proven too much. He had left her at her room as he did every night, still dizzy from her kiss, and as he prowled his room he decided he needed to see her.

Here she is, dressed in a dark robe that is tied just enough to be decent, and he has no idea what to say.

When their eyes connect, Escanor realizes he does not need to say a word. He steps towards her and cups her face, tilting it up towards his, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs for just a moment before he covers her mouth with his own. It is a moment he always enjoys, just cradling her cheeks, feeling the delicate bones underneath the smooth skin that made the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her lips are full and lush and he loves to suck on one then the other, slowly, almost drinking from her as he enjoys the way the plump flesh feels between his teeth.

Merlin slides her hands up his chest, and he drops his hands so she can wrap her arms around him. He presses his palm to her back, not daring to go lower, wanting to remain respectful. Isn’t that who he is? What he wants, what she wants? It’s a puzzle that drives him mad the more her tongue dips into his mouth and her fingers play with the ties on his shirt. He longs to move his hand lower, to grab her hips, to push her back or down or under him and just…

“Escanor,” she moans. “Come to bed.”

His lips still against her throat, and he can feel her pulse beating just beneath her skin. Is she nervous? As nervous as he? Carefully he eases her back, always careful, always. She seems so delicate and frail sometimes, her hand almost tiny in his, her body light as a feather when he lifts her. How can she even exist, this mix of beauty and mystery, of brilliance and seduction? How did he ever find her?

Escanor takes one deep breath after another as she pulls his hand and leads him to the bed. Taking charge, because Merlin is always in charge, she pushes at the hem of his shirt so he lifts his arms and lets her slide it off. She has seen him shirtless before, it’s nothing new between them, but something inside makes him so damn nervous as her nails trace his pectorals and her eyes drag across the expanse of his chest. And when she glances up through her lashes, the little smile that ghosts her lips makes his heart pound so quickly he fears it will burst right through his chest.

She guides him to the bed, and he sits, his hands firm on her hips as she steps between his legs. “Are you alright?” she asks, carding her hand through his hair.

“Yes,” he whispers. “Merlin, I—”

—love you, that’s what he had wanted to say, but her mouth descends on his and he draws her tightly against him. This time the kiss is searing, and he feels it in every cell in his body, like the power of the sun that had once filled him at noon. She is my sun, he thinks, his sun and moon and stars, his sky, his everything.

They break, gasping for breath, and he kisses down her neck as she drops her head back and grips his shoulders tightly. Her neck is smooth and white and he licks her throat to make her shiver. His hands are squeezing her hips, wanting more, wanting to touch her thighs and her ankles and her sex, and his mouth is hungry for her breasts and her stomach and her hips. But he remains as he is, lavishing her neck with open mouth kisses as his hands bunch the fabric of her robe with each clench of his fists, until Merlin moans his name.

That gives him pause because her voice sends a jolt of pure pleasure through him that settles low in his core. Escanor looks up and sees her untying the cloth, his eyes going wide as she drops her arms and the robe slides down in a silky pool that is caught by the hands on her hips. Everything from her hips upwards is exposed, and his mouth waters as he stares at her curvy shape, her perfect breasts, her smooth stomach.

Merlin laughs and curls her fingers in his hair. “Your face,” she teases. “Do you like?”

Like? He does not like, he loves her, loves the gift of her body and her kiss, and to show her just how he feels he presses his lips to her chest. He would slay a thousand demons for her, move the mountains, he would hand her his own soul gladly to touch her body.

He mouths along the soft swell of her breast, groaning when her nipple grows taut against his cheek. “Beautiful,” is all he can manage to say.

He swirls his tongue to trace her areola before tugging gently on her nipple. The fingers in his hair dig sharply into the roots as he sucks her body slowly, deeply, and as she arches a bit as if to offer him more he pulls his hands away and lets the rest of the fabric drop. His hands are trembling slightly when they return to her hips, and he does what he has never dared: he drags his heated palms over her hips, along her sides, around the curve of her backside, down the soft flesh of her thighs.

Exploring her is mesmerizing. The sounds she makes as he moves from one flushed nipple to the other, the twitch in her stomach when he grazes his fingers across the surface, the way she spreads her thighs when he trails his fingers down the backs of her legs. He could do this forever, he imagines.

But Merlin has other ideas. She climbs onto his lap, her weight warm and wonderful on his thighs, and she kisses him teasingly as her fingers trace the dips in his muscles. Then her hands slide between them until she can grip his length under the fabric of his pants. Merlin gives a breathy moan when her hand closes around it, and he swallows it with another kiss so he does not throw her to the ground and ravish her right then and there.

Her fingers tease him, her palm grinding him, and in minutes he is groaning into their kiss. His own hands are roaming her body, grasping the fleshy hips and her firm breasts, sampling her neck and shoulders. When Merlin reaches her hand inside and he feels her fingers drag along his length, he gives a groan that makes her laugh. “I want you,” she says.

“Please,” he answers, his voice tight.

Her lips move to his ear and his hands still. “Make me yours,” she whispers.

Escanor allows a bit of him, of the other, the one who is now dormant inside him peek out as he flips her easily onto the mattress. Merlin gives another laugh but he steals it with a kiss. Her thighs open eagerly as he settles between them, bracing his weight on his elbows as he tries to kiss her and touch her everywhere. She grips his wrist and moves his hand between them, his breath catching in his throat when he feels the silky curls above her sex, and then she presses his fingers against her opening.

He watches in fascination as he begins to stroke her. Wetness slips out of her body and over his fingertips as they slide up and down, teasing at first, but growing bolder as she moans. Her voice is seductive, her body spread open for him, all of it weaving a spell around him he never wants lifted. He prods her folds, testing what she likes, licking his lips when she arches up, her breasts pressing towards him. Escanor kisses her chest as he continues to caress her body before carefully penetrating her with one finger.

She cries his name and begins to rock her hips, and a new fascination comes over him with the way she moves. He releases her flesh from his teeth and looks down, his mouth falling open as he watches his finger disappear inside of her. He focuses on touching her, rubbing the pad of his finger against her wall, and when he is rewarded with a desperate cry he moans with her.

“Here,” she gasps, “touch me here.” Her hand guides his fingers upwards. They are wet from her body, and when she moves them against her and lifts her hips, he can feel the swollen pearl that has her crying out when he presses it. With slow circles he teases her, watching her face flush and her body writhe, his own cock weeping and tight and desperate for her—yet he cannot stop this, cannot let this vision end.

It’s only her grip on his arm and his name falling from her lips that has him moving. Merlin wraps her hand around his cock and starts to stroke him, and Escanor nearly cries out at the sensation.

She pulls him into a deep kiss as she guides his sex towards hers. The first brush of her wet folds against him has him shaking; then Merlin’s fingers grip his backside and pull him forward so he begins to sink inside of her.

It is heaven, pure ecstasy, and he lets go a moan as he fills her. Her body grips him tightly, warm and silky. Escanor grips the bedsheets to hold back, afraid of this ending. Merlin moans his name breathlessly as his hips come flush with hers, and he pauses there, their tongues rolling together as he is bathed in her voice, her body, her perfection.

He drags his body from hers and begins to thrust, urged on by her hands on his body and her cries, his mouth kissing every inch that he can reach. Her legs wrap around him so their bodies are fully entwined. Escanor tries to memorize everything about her, the shape of her mouth as she gasps, the pulse of her sex around him, the vision of her breasts swaying and her back arching each time he drives his hips into her. Then the itch begins inside him, the telltale signal that his ending is coming, and he drops his head, trying to hold on to every last shred of control. He leans on one arm as his opposite hand fumbles for her clit, and as he watches his cock swallowed again and again inside of her he begins to rub circles on her hood that has Merlin nearly wailing.

Her release is sudden, and takes him by surprise; there is no warning before her voice breaks, her neck straining as she grinds her hips sharply against him. Escanor swears he can feel her body pulsing around him, can feel her clit quivering under his touch. Then he is shuddering as he comes, shooting his seed deep inside her body, as her sex milks him tightly through it and he loses all sense of the world except for his woman in his arms.

His core is pulsing still as she rolls her hips, drawing it out for a few lingering moments as he comes down from ecstasy. He lifts his heavy gaze to her face, finding her smiling, her lips full from being kissed, her skin glowing in the lamplight. Escanor bites his lip as he pulls his body from hers, muffling a groan when he sees her sex wet and covered in his seed. He runs a thumb softly along her slit, finding her body scorching, the air between them sharp despite her limbs going limp.

“Come hold me,” she murmurs.

Escanor complies eagerly, folding her to him, laying back on the pillows as he cradles her naked body on his. There is so much he wants to say, but the poet inside him fails, as does the other, so all that is left is Escanor.

“I love you,” Merlin yawns.

He laughs and kisses her forehead. “I love you too.”

She slips into sleep as it eludes him for a while, his heart full and his mind processing what they just shared. Make me yours, that’s what she had said, and he squeezes her tightly to know that Merlin is his and he belongs to her, finally.

[draconicmaw]

Burning Skies (Prideshipping)

Note: Generally, when people do a Dragon AU with Prideshipping, Seto is the one who is turned into a giant flying lizard monster. So I thought I would turn the tables with this drabble.

I found this too short to post on either AO3 or FFN, but it was a nice little thing to work on to try and get over my writer's block.

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Kaiba froze where he was crouched in the brambles.

In the clearing, the massive beast slumbered. Great sleek expanses of ruby red scales. The underbelly plating was glittering gold and abyssal charcoal. The wings, one furled and the other tucked over the huge head, were stripes of gold and black and scarlet all nestled starkly against one another. The broad red back rose and fell with each of the beast's sleepy breaths. The tail, thick yet elegant and tipped with golden bolt-shaped spikes, was curled delicately over four sets of relaxed, formidable talons.

Kaiba gulped. It was huge, yes, but it was small for a dragon, even a male one. But what it lacked in size it made up for in sheer majesty and color. He wished it would move its head or its wing so he could see its resplendent head.

But he made to slowly step back. It was better to let the bull sleep than awaken him. If Kaiba valued his life.

But a low, rumbling voice -- so deep Kaiba felt his very bones vibrate -- cut through the air and over the whispering of the leaves and the grass.

"I know you're there," it would have been booming like thunder if any louder, but now it was soft and sleepy.

Rustling -- that wing was moving, the long neck flexing, and then piercing violet eyes were squinting over at him. Red and black crests flared with curiosity, and long golden horns caught the streaming sunlight and flashed like fire.

Its tired huff of breath was audible. It shifted its position, more upright but still laying, wings tucked delicately at its sides.

"Come out. It's only polite to introduce yourself," the dragon continued, and though its deep voice was formidable and frightening, it held no malice. "It is, after all, quite rude to watch one as he sleeps." The long neck curved like that of a swan, and the magnificent head tilted.

Kaiba stared up at the sky a moment. Shit. If the beast decided that Kaiba was of poor company, he'd surely be roasted alive.

And Seto Kaiba wasn't exactly known for his splendid social skills.

But he carefully parted the bracken and stepped onto the uneven ground of the clearing.

He watched sharp violet eyes assess him quietly. His heart throbbed, and the blood rushing through his head made him dizzy and his vision blur. The beast turned its head away, and the great jaws parted -- fangs and tusks flashing -- in an impressive yawn.

"Pardon," the dragon murmured, wings tensed and flexing, a stinted stretch. It shook its head as if to banish the last of its sleepiness, and Kaiba was mesmerized by the flashing of scale, crest and horn. But then those violet eyes were suddenly affixed to him again, and the intensity and curiosity lurking deep within them made Kaiba shiver. "Mind if I ask for your name, human?"

Kaiba's fingers trembled, but he tightened them into a fist. "Kaiba. Seto Kaiba." His voice came out more composed than he thought it would. It even sounded terse, confrontational, his usual tone when he wasn't awestruck by majestic red beasts reclining in dappled sunlight.

"Seto Kaiba," the dragon intoned slowly, the tip of its tail flicking again.

Something shuddered beneath Kaiba's skin.

"Now you tell me yours," he choked out, somewhat amazed he could be so demanding in the face of such a beast. Humans were pathetic and easily swayed and intimidated, but this was a fucking dragon.

A fucking dragon.

The dragon tipped its head and hummed. It was a low, soft sound, but it rumbled through that armored chest like a growl. "Atem."

"Strange name for a dragon," Kaiba snorted.

A chuckle, it seemed, shook those plated shoulders. "Perhaps." The head lowered, more on eye level with Kaiba, and the crystalline depths of those violet eyes struck him dumb. "What brings you to these woods, so far from others of your kind, Seto Kaiba?"

His tongue was heavy in his mouth, but he managed to grit out, "Like it's any of your damn business."

The head arched back, crests flaring, and Kaiba's mouth went dry, but Atem seemed to find no offense. If anything, the dragon seemed amused. "Now, that's no way to talk. And of course it's my business -- this forest is my home, and I'd like to know the intentions of my visitors."

"I'd heard there was a dragon here. I'm a little disappointed. Figured it would be full-grown."

Kaiba nearly slapped himself. It wouldn't be the first time that his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter would get him in trouble, but it would probably be his first and last time getting singed to ashes for it.

But Atem snorted, and the faint smell of wood smoke drifted on the air. "Big talk from a frail human. Tell me, when you heard this tale, were you hoping to slay the dragon? Are you here to kill me as I sleep, Seto Kaiba?"

"No," Kaiba scoffed.

The bull hummed again, and it delicately crossed its forelegs. Massive black talons flexed languidly into grass and earth. Kaiba imagined those ghastly claws rending men into gory pieces. "Then for what did you seek?" Those brilliant eyes were shuttered by red lids before they were once again focussed unnervingly on Kaiba's face.

"I…" he paused and took a deep breath. He tasted sun and forest and fire. The beast seemed to bring with it the smell of ashes and flame. "I came here to see you."

Atem laughed, a thunderous sound, but it was melodic like the warbling of a songbird. Those crimson haunches bunched, scaled feet easily finding purchase on the grass, and then Atem was standing, so much more foreboding. Yes, he was a small dragon, but he towered over Kaiba, with his long, graceful neck and muscular tail and flaring wings that flushed brighter with color as they caught the dappled sunlight.

"And have you seen enough?" Those wings expanded further, and the deep voice was challenging but thick with humor.

Kaiba's breath caught in his throat, and his mind reeled with gold and black and the most beautiful ruby red and deep violet.

"No, I have not."

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Beneath the Reef Part 2 | mermaid!Tom AU

(images not mine)

INTRO // PART 1

Pairing: mermaid!Tom x siren!Reader 

Summary: after escaping from all the siren pressure, you get to know the boy with the pretty green tail

Word Count: 4K

(sorry if that gd cut doesn’t work!!)

“We got a good one for you.”

Here you are again, swimming to the strait to lure with Circe and two other sirens. Except this time, you were going to sing.

“Your birthday is tomorrow, Y/N. It won’t be long until it really counts,” Circe reminded you.

You reached your normal spot, already spotting the ship coming down the channel, which was almost like a cue for the other sirens as they immediately began swimming to the surface.

You, however, stayed behind, reluctant to go.

“Y/N!” Circe called from behind you. “What’re you doing? Go!”

You looked up at the ship, swallowing hard before joining the other sirens. Your head breached the surface, looking up at the large vessel. You began singing, trying to stay on pitch with the others. The boat soon veered into the rock, the bow crashing on impact. Some men fell off the masts while others began to jump overboard upon hearing your hypnotic song.

At this point you were supposed to stop singing and start attacking the bodies, like your fellow sirens were demonstrating now. But you just stopped singing and watched them with a vacant look on your face.

“What the hell are you doing? Look at all these bodies in the water, kill one!” Circe yelled out to you.

The effects of the song were wearing off, the remaining men trying to swim to the surface, to safety. You grabbed one closest to you but he struggled against you, eventually kicking your tail to escape your grasp. You groaned in pain, hearing Circe yell at you again.

“C’mon, Y/N, you can do better than that!”

You looked around, trying to find the slowest, weakest one. You spotted one not too far away, who was sinking faster than he could swim. You swam over to him, grabbing him by his shirt, looking into his half-lidded eyes, which were brown. He also had dark hair.

He looks like Tom.

“That’s it, Y/N, you got him! Now just claw his eyes out!” Circe continued providing commentary on your performance.

You looked back at her before looking back at the man, whose eyes were fully closed now. You couldn’t let him die.

You dragged him up to the surface as fast as you could, grasping onto the front of his shirt. You breached through the surface again, bringing him above as well, trying to look for the other men that made it back above water.

One finally swam over to you, taking the body from you hands. He looked up at you, nodding in gratitude. You quickly ducked back underneath the water, swimming back down. You looked around, not seeing the other sirens or even Circe, thinking they may have already gone back and left you there. You swam over to the rock where you normally sat and watched, thinking about how furious Circe was gonna be after what you did.

However, you were saved the anticipation as you heard a whoosh behind you. Next thing you knew, Circe had you by the shoulders, slamming you against the rock.

“Why did you do that? You would’ve been dead by now if this was your test!” She yells in your face.

“He...he was dying,” you replied in pain, your head and shoulders throbbing.

“Well, yeah, that’s kinda the point, barnacle head,” she insults. “We’re not mermaids, we don’t save people! Can’t you see we’re trying to help you!?”

You grew angry at her words. “Maybe I don’t wanna be a siren! I didn’t ask for this!” you said in a firm tone.

Circe let go of your shoulders, shaking her head.

“This isn’t a punishment, Y/N, this is your life. This is your life now. And it’s your decision on whether you want to keep it, but you should know….” she trails off, pausing for a beat.

“It’s not a painless death.”

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When you got back to the cave, Circe told you to go to your room and rest, to which you gladly complied. You sat on the edge of your bed, your mind racked with competing thoughts.

Why can’t you just do it?

But I don’t want to kill anyone.

But do you want to live?

Not if it means continuing my life like this.

You started to get upset, not knowing what to think. You felt weak and powerless. You couldn’t understand why you didn’t have the same capacity to kill like the rest of the group but at the same time, you didn’t want to be like them.

Well, maybe this life wasn’t meant for you.

Wanting to forget about what happened, your thoughts shifted to yesterday, when you met your first mermaid.

Tom.

You wondered what his everyday life was like, as a mermaid. But you could guess it was probably a million times better, since you saw him happily playing with his friends. You wanted to see him, to talk to him again.

You moved over to one side of your room, where a large rock was placed in front of the wall. Normally this rock was used for sitting, in the small chance that someone else was present, but it was mainly to hide an escape route.

You pushed the rock slowly, careful not to make too much noise. Once you saw the wide hole, you held the rock back with one arm while you maneuvered yourself through the opening, letting the rock gradually lean back on the wall. Once your tail and body were out into the open sea, you shifted the cover a bit so that the hole was out of sight but still allowed you to easily move it so you could get back in.

Once the rock was back in its strategic place, you started your usual route to the Reef. You had gotten better at being discrete and quicker at getting there, especially since you started going so frequently. But now you had a reason to go.

To see Tom.

You reached your normal stakeout spot, your eyes scanning the coral for a green tail. Some merman finally came into view, whom you recognized as some of Tom’s friends from yesterday, the purple tail and the blue tail. They seemed to be looking for something, swimming in and out of the coral beds near the drop off. You were so focused on watching them, you didn’t sense someone coming up behind you.

“.....So I see you’ve come back.”

You jumped, gasping at the sudden voice. You turned to see brown eyes, floating close to you.

He chuckled at your reaction. “Sorry, love, couldn’t help myself.”

You had an unamused look on your face, turning back to look at the Reef. His friends were out of sight and you hoped they weren’t going to come popping out of nowhere.

“Do you always watch us from over here?” He asked honestly.

A beat passed before you spoke up. “Not always. Sometimes I just swim by, but no one’s usually out. I just like to look at the Reef,” you shrugged, still looking out at the structure.

His eyes followed yours as he looked out at his home before speaking again. “But do you like mermaids?”

Like is an understatement.

You paused again. “I’m intrigued, yes,” you answered, giving him a soft smile.

His heart fluttered at your words. You seemed genuinely interested in his people. He didn’t really know too much about sirens, except that they didn’t do much to contribute to the commonwealth of the sea and wanted nothing to do with mermaids. But you seemed different to him, just like when you first saw him.

His friends came back into your view in front of the Reef, calling Tom’s name.

Tom scoffed out a laugh. “Those divs. They’ve been trying to find me for over a half hour now.”

You smiled at his comment on his friends’ obliviousness. He turned back to you, speaking up again.

“C’mon,” he reached his hand out towards you. “Let’s let them keep looking.”

You looked at his hand, curious as to where this would go.

It’s not everyday a mermaid lets you hold his hand.

You took his hand, feeling the warmth as he closed it around yours. He started leading you out into the open water with a moderate pace. You watched the movement of his mesmerizing tail in front of you, admiring the graceful waves it created in its path.

“So you’ve seen the Reef,” he spoke up, looking back to you. “Where do sirens live?”

“Uhh…” you paused, quickening your pace to catch up to him. “We live in this cave, not far from the Reef, actually.”

“It’s not nearly as big or colorful…” you added, trailing off.

“Sometimes it’s too big and a bit too much,” he chuckled.

You turned your head to look at his pretty profile. “I think it’s beautiful,” you replied, making him look at you, smiling.

You looked forward, continuing to swim with him.

“....where are we going?” You spoke up after a few minutes.

“Remember that drop off we went to after….after we slayed the beast…” he joked, referring to your battle with Scylla. You laughed out loud at his exasperated tone. He made it seem like you both fought her, when he was the one who saved you from her wrath.

He smiled back at you, enjoying the sound of your laugh ringing through his ears.

“Race ya there!” He said, letting go of your hand and shooting off, knocking you back with the power of his tail.

You flinched back, trying to block the force with your arms, squeezing your eyes shut. You opened them after a few moments, gasping at how far ahead he already was. You quickly started flapping your tail and gliding your hands out in front of you in attempt to catch up with him. You weren’t sure if you were going to beat him but you knew you were fast. You pushed harder with your movements, seeing the glimmer of his tail, coming up behind him.

You examined his movements, following his sharp turns and spirals, until two large twin rocks came up ahead. There was a small space between them, but it was big enough for Tom to fit through. You decided to swim up and over, knowing it would be quicker for you, as you take the same route on your way to the reef.

Once you got to the top, you saw the drop off straight ahead, trying to pull out your fastest sprint to get there. You didn’t see Tom but you also didn’t slow down to look behind you. You slowed down a few feet from the edge of the drop off, fully confident that you had beat him. You reached the sandy plateau, breathing heavily and smiling wide to yourself.

You had never beat anyone at anything before, but then again you never really got the opportunity. This might’ve been the first time you felt proud of yourself for accomplishing something since becoming a siren, even if it was just a silly race.

You suddenly heard a whooshing sound followed by a voice behind you.

“Look ouuuuuuutttt!”

Tom flew towards you, seeming to have underestimated his stopping distance, and crashed right into you. You landed on your back into the sand, feeling dead weight on top of you. You heard a laugh from beside your head.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Guess I was going too fast.”

He picked his head up, looking down at you with his endearing eyes. “Wow, you are fas–are you alright, love?”

You didn’t know whether you were still dazed from the impact or from hearing his voice say your name, but you didn’t say anything for a few moments. When you finally came back to your senses, you noticed an uncomfortable feeling that went down your backside.

“Um, you’re...crushing my fin,” you finally spoke in a pained tone.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m so sorry,” Tom said, while getting off of you.

You sighed in relief as the pressure came off your back. Tom quickly reached out to you, putting his hands on your shoulders to pull you up out of the sand.

“Ah, I’m sorry, love,” he said as he ran his hands down to your upper arms while you rubbed your hands over the small fin that ran down the back of your tail.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, wanting to make sure you weren’t hurt even more from his body colliding with yours. His hands felt warm against your skin, feeling soothed by his thumbs rubbing small strokes.

You nodded, giving him a small smile, looking into his concerned eyes. He smiled back, giving your arms a small squeeze before letting go. You suddenly felt cold at the loss of contact.

He looks up at the surface of the water, beginning to swim up towards it.

“C’mon!”

You followed his lead up to the surface, your head breaching above the water. You turned to see him wading towards the shallow end, that was formed by sand and rock. You swam closer to him, while he looked around small area that was partially closed off by tunnel-like cave.

“Have you ever been above the surface before?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, before I was a siren,” you answered, making him turn to you with a puzzled look on his face. “I, uh, drowned when I was 16 but the colony took me in…” you explained, trailing off at hearing the morbidness of your story.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he expressed. “But….at least you have a second chance!” he exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood.

Yeah...an unfortunate one.

You just smiled, indulging in his attempt to make you feel better.

“But, no, we can’t survive on land,” you replied, to his original question while gesturing to the gills on your sides, right near your rib cage.

“That’s a shame, really. The world’s….truly amazing. So much to explore,” he commented. That’s probably what you missed most, being able to explore different parts of the world. You were alive and well, but confined to underwater jail.

Siren hell.

“So what do sirens do, exactly?”

Wow, he’s just...full of questions.

“Um...we’re really not that interesting,” you answered.

“Ah c’mon, surely you guys take pride in something, especially with such a small group,” he pressed.

“Well….” you started.

Don’t tell him.

“.....we hunt...for food.”

“Oh, wow. That’s mad, must be a big job,” he observed. “What do you eat?”

“Well, I eat mostly fish and small aquatic plants, but the others….” you trailed off. “...the others have more of ah….an acquired taste.”

He looked at you for a moment with a blank look on his face. But then a smile grew, making him chuckle a little. “Sounds interesting to me, love.”

Your heart skipped at the pet name, liking the way his voice said it with a smile on his face. But you were disheartened that you had to be so vague with him.

He couldn’t find out.

He’s the first mermaid you’ve met and he didn’t run away in terror when he saw you, when you revealed to him what you are.

But that’s because he doesn’t know.

And you didn’t want to be the one to let him know now.

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He leaned back against the bed of the sand, slightly pulling himself out of the water so his torso was completely exposed. You followed next to him, but just propping your elbow up onto the top of the hill. You took a moment to admire him as he closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air. You noticed his hair had a bit a texture to it when out of the water and you wondered what it looked like completely dry.

Your eyes moved down his body, scanning over his fit physique. His arms and abs seemed to have been sculpted by greek gods. You felt your face grow warm, flushing at the thought of feeling his strong arms around you, embracing you close to him.

“What about you? How did you die?” you asked, wanting to turn the focus on him.

“How did I—what, sorry?” He stammered, puzzled by your question.

“Oh I’m sorry! It’s just….I thought mermaids were created from peaceful deaths….” you explained, your voice getting quieter.

His face softened at your statement. He thought you were cute when you got all shy around him.

“Well, yes, but pure mermaids are born from other mermaids, like me and my brothers,” he clarified.

“My father is the King of the Reef, and overlooks all of the creatures of the sea, mostly our people, to make sure there is a consistent balance and peace,” he added.

Your eyes widened at his words. “That sounds like a big job...lot of responsibility,” you emphasized his statement from earlier. The mermaids were actually doing something, something altruistic and helped others, unlike your own group, who only worried about their own survival.

He scoffed a laugh. “Yeah, it is….” He trailed off, pausing. “I’m next in line for the throne and it’s just...a lot of pressure already.”

You frowned at his long expression. You knew what he was talking about. That feeling of people expecting you to succeed. You felt a large amount of pressure from your own situation, maybe even more considering your life was on the line.

You decided to change the subject, not wanting to press him further.

“How did you do that yesterday? With Scylla…” You remembered his hands, open palms with the ability to force her back into her cave.

“Oh, you mean this?” he replied as he brought his hand up, making the water in front of your mirror his hand movement, rising out of the body.

“All pure mermaids can do it, they’re gifts that help us to keep things...together.” He waved his hand to make the water move into an arch, bringing up his other hand and opening his palm. The water froze in its place, hanging there, out of place in the middle of the flowing water.

“I can also do this…” he continued as he brought his hands up again and slowly brought them down, making the water steam and melt back into the body.

You watched in amazement at his talents, thinking that he deserved these gifts for being so kind and gracious. He enjoyed watching your face light up from watching him show you what he could do, as merpeople weren’t as impressed by powers that some had while others didn’t.

“But, y’know, I could’ve beat her without using my powers,” he says, flashing a charming smile.

You laugh at his comment. “Yeah, well, what you actually did was much cooler.”

He chuckles at your reply, admiring your smile for a moment before speaking again. “Do sirens have any abilities?”

Your face fell at his question. “We uh….we can sing,” you said, not wanting to lie but trying to spare the details.

“Wow...can I hear something?” He looked at you expectantly, his eyes pleading for you to show him more of yourself.

“I’m uh, not really that good,” you laughed nervously, rubbing your arm.

“Ah, c’mon! A pretty siren like you, can’t be that bad,” he flirted, waving his hand towards himself, creating a small wave to push you closer next to him.

You gasped at the sudden force, your hands pressing into his side and abdomen as his hand gently touch the side of your head, making you look up at him.

You weren’t used to gestures of affection, but you also weren’t complaining. You looked right into his brown eyes, which looked a lot lighter under the sunlight. You were unsure of what to do as he brought his other hand up to your face, his fingers brushing under your chin. He began to lean in, a smiling growing on his face as he got closer. You panicked a bit, bringing your hands up to his chest to push him away.

“Y-Y’know, it’s uh, it’s getting late so um, I better go,” you stammered while you began to wade away from him. You quickly ducked your head back underwater to start swimming away when you heard a splash behind you, and Tom’s voice calling out.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You almost kept swimming, acting like you didn’t hear him but you turned around slowly anyway. He was just a few feet away from you, a straight look on his face.

“Will….will I see you again?” he asked with pleading eyes.

You looked at him for a moment, taking too long to respond. “Uh...if you...if you want to…”

He swam closer to you, a small smile on his face. “It’s just...I really... like talking to you,” he spoke honestly.

You softened at the adorable look on his face, with his brown eyes and soft features. You waded closer to him, now only a about a foot away from him.

“Then...I guess I’ll see you later,” you said, a smile growing on your face. He smiled at your affirmation, internally sighing in relief that he didn’t scare you off.

“Bye, Tom,” you added, before turning to leave. Your tail brushed his slightly as you did, making him smile to himself at the small gesture.

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You swam back to the cave, your heart skipping with joy for the second night in a row.

You entered through the hole in your wall, solidifying your alibi so know one would know you were gone. You exited your room, going into the kitchen to help make dinner with Phoebe.

Phoebe was one of the oldest sirens in the colony, next to Persephone and Circe. She was your only friend in the colony despite the fact she was a lot older than you. But she was sweet and was really the only one you could turn to when you needed to talk to someone. She was the closest to a ‘mother figure’ you would have while living in the colony.

But most importantly, she hated the siren lifestyle as much as you did. You were glad at least one person had common sense around here.

“Oh, hello, Y/N,” she greeted with a warm smile.

You smiled back. “Hi Phoebe!”

She was busy cutting up what looked like some sort of meat, presumably a major organ from one of the bodies that were caught. It used to bother you, watching her harvest human bodies, but it was just one of the sights you had grown used to from living here for almost five years.

You got to work making you own dinner. It was something you did sometimes to help Phoebe out, since you didn’t eat like the rest of the group.

“So, your birthday is tomorrow right? 21, that’s pretty big!” Phoebe exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood about what was to come after your birthday.

“Yeah, really big. So big, I might just die!” You said sarcastically.

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, you’ll be fine,” she responded.

“Well, how did you get through your test?” You asked, needing some advice besides Circe yelling at you.

“I just went out there, thinking that nothing else in this moment matters more than my own life, and did it,” she replied honestly.

“But….you don’t like what they’re doing?“

“Of course not. I hate that they do this, especially putting all the pressure on you,” she consoled, turning towards you.

“Listen, Y/N. You’re so young. I know you don’t wanna do this or live like this but you just need to get through this and it will get easier, I promise,” she said as she soothingly rubbed your arm, much like Tom had done earlier that day.

You pondered her words, but let another question surface in your mind. “Phoebe, why do sirens hate mermaids so much?”

She thought about it for a moment before turning to look at you again.

“Because mermaids have hearts.”

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A/N: op i decided to post early anyway....here’s the second part!! still just expositional stuffs but i actually sat down yesterday and (roughly) outlined the next three parts....it’ll get interesting i promise!! but tell me what ya think so far! how do you like the reader? how to you like tom? what/who do you want to see more/less of in future parts? what do ya think is gonna go down in future parts??? i wanna hear your thoughts!! hope you enjoyed and stay peachy!!

much love, tommybaholland 🌺

part 3? issa yes from me..

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[feshipping-time-blog]

(niles anon) lucina x marth fe heroes au- discussing topics from their worlds + sharing information + lucina trying to conceal her fangirling under a cool exterior + supporting each other in battles and off the battlefield shenanigans

Oooook, my first real post! I hope you're not too disappointed it's me that's answering! I had to do a bit of research for Marth, but I couldn't let this one escape, it's just too cute! Here we go!

★The first time Marth approached Lucina, she almost screamed

★"T-t-the-the Hero King?!" "Hero what?"

★He wanted to know her off the battlefield, so he asked to train with her to compare fighting styles

★She tried for the cool and though façade and accepted, she was internally squealing tho

★The moment Marth turned away she had a smile so big it could have probably cracked her face in two

★He was mesmerized by her more ruthless moves and asked her to teach him. She did in exchange of lessons on her footwork.

★Bashful Lucina™ is a good Lucina

★After the training session they became fast friends, hung around each other most of the time: where there's Marth, there's Lucina

★She fangirls with Female! Morgan about it, she flails her hands around a lot and SQUEALS

★On the battlefield? Dragons beware. They're always back to back, and since they both have dragon-slaying weapons, they completely butcher dragon teams

★(The other two on the team, Camilla and Virion, just sit in the background, drinking tea, they don't do much in these instances. They make bets on who defeats who. Camilla always wins)

★Sometimes they switch circlets just to mess with the other heroes, they're fighting back laughter as the poor guys try to figure out what's wrong with their appeareances

★(They can tell something's different, they just don't know what. The first to notice is Chrom, that has a sudden epiphany three days later and he just slams his forehead on his desk with a groan)

★The day Marth proposed to Lucina he actually didn't plan it, he just kind of uttered "Marry me..." under his breath after a particularly intense sparring session and Lucina heard it by mistake

★Lucina.exe stopped working

★At first he looked at her strangely, then he realized and blushed as red as Hinoka's hair and ohmynagayouheardthat...

★Entering the awkward five minutes where Luci is still gaping like a fish out of water and Marthy is avoiding looking at her, his face resembling a cherry

★She eventually accepted after recovering from her mental breakdown where she was internally screaming, crying, laughing and flailing around at the same time

★Casual affection? Casual affection. They often hold hands without realizing, or Marth wraps an arm around her. They're not too big on PDA, they are just too embarassed (dorks...), but they exchange quick, chaste kisses here and there

★Cuddle time is a simple affair. They just snuggle together under a blanket in Luci's or Marth's room, sometimes with mugs of a sweet drink the summoner shared with everyone in the main hall of the headquarters.

★They dread the day they're going to be sent back to their respective worlds and it actually made poor Luci depressed for a short period of time, but they try not to think about it and enjoy the present

[baekberrie]

F R E S H - bbh ♢5♢

High school AU, romance, comedy, fluff.

pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Previous - Next

It was an early school morning, and you were patiently sitting at your desk, watching how the classroom slowly got filled with more students. You didn't know how it had been possible but you were at school earlier than usual. Normally you'd be there about 10 minutes before you started class. Though today had been a bit different. Hence the whole night had been different, restless, sleepless. Why?

The reason appeared to you too silly to even admit, but hey, you couldn't deny something so obvious either. You hadn't been able to sleep the whole night because of a certain person invading your thoughts, it was insane how you couldn't think of something else. It was like a bunch of bees around their hive. The whole night you hadn't felt the slightest tired. Totally wide awake. Your heart was beating quickly for what seemed hours.

Every time you'd think about the memories of when he came to apologize, your heart would throb. It had gone on for so long you had wondered if your heart hadn't got tired yet.

Where ever you were these days, he was lingering in your thoughts, and especially around you. You couldn't just forget how nice the scent of his perfume had been, how everything about him had suddenly seemed so mesmerizing. It shook you, because after all of these years together, why where you feel all of this now? Why were your feelings overwhelming you all at once just now?

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you facepalmed. You were confused, upset, angry with yourself. You couldn't let yourself fall for Baekhyun, yet here you were thinking only about him.

'Don't tell me I like him... Nah that can't be. Okay, why am I even trying.'

Once more you sighed feeling defeated, as you realized there was no way out. You had no choice but to admit that you liked him, and avoiding him wasn't an option anymore. It was completely impossible to be away from him, he was around you 24/7.

Not that you minded anyway. In fact, you enjoyed the fact that he hung around you more often than he flirted with those annoying, screaming chicks.

"But it's still no good! I cant do that!" You groaned to yourself in frustration hiding your face into your palms, referring to having that kind of feelings towards Baekhyun. You just couldn't allow yourself to love him that way. It sounded clique, and that's exactly what it was, but what could you do if these feelings were really about to ruin a relationship? That was a fear of yours because this friendship was the one you cherished the most, you couldn't stand the thought of being rejected.

You knew Baekhyun only saw you as a friend. All of that skinship, you knew it wasn't something deep. It was exactly because you were his best friend that he wasn't afraid of getting close to you.

"Can't what?" A familiar male voice asked. A bit startled, you looked up from your hands and eyed him with wide eyes. Speaking of the witch, there he was, standing in front of your desk with his arms across his chest, looking as handsome as ever. A little smirk tugged at the end of his lips as his eyes scanned your troubled expression.

"Nothing of course.." You lied, faking a faint smile, he chuckled and shook his head, at that moment you knew he wasn't up for getting explanations, a relieved sigh left your lips.

With your head resting inside of your palm, you stole a quick glance at Baekhyun. You found yourself doing that repeatedly until unconsciously it turned into staring. You just couldn't help but admire every inch of him. His dyed hair suited him so good even though the color was so unnatural, he slayed it. His clothes were simple yet looked fancy as they hugged his figure perfectly. His hands, eyes, lips, smile... Just what wasn't perfect about him? You hated how he got you to think about him in this kind of way, yet you couldn't help it. You couldn't draw your eyes away from him, his figure was like a magnet attracting you to him.

Suddenly he cracked a smirk making you frown. He faced you with a playful smile.

"Y/n you are staring." He stated, the smirk just becoming even cockier. That one sentence had made you wake up from your dazed state as you flinched a bit, the embarrassing feeling crept into you, the blood rushing to your cheeks and you looked away.

"I wasn't.." You denied even if it was pointless. You heard him laugh and you were sure that it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Secretly you smiled too, not being able to stop the joyful feeling of having him talk and laugh with you.

"Baek-" You started while turning around to face him, though you didn't continue as his desk was already surrounded by pretty girls trying to have a conversation with him.

With a sigh, you faced the whiteboard and pulled your most furious expression ever. Rage and irritation boiled in your veins. There wasn't even a second that you could have him free from other girls during class. You had wanted to ask him for company after school, but you had changed your mind as soon as you had seen him smiling fondly at those girls. When he did those kind of things, it annoyed way too much. You hated it so much. It got so much on your nerves that you would feel the need to beat someone.

"Tch nevermind." You muttered angrily under your breath, feeling a bit too jealous for your own good. If you continued like this you would be way too obvious.

Though Baekhyun who had from time to time stolen some glances on you, noticed your annoyed expression before you could even hide it. He walked in front of your desk, crouching at your eye level. "Yah stop being jealous." He said trying to sound serious, though he couldn't hide the obvious smile tugging on his lips. Baekhyun was feeling flattered that you were being jealous because of him. The past years all you had done was avoiding close contact as much as possible, he couldn't help but like those reactions of yours.

At that moment you knew that your attempt at not showing how these girls were bothering you flew into ashes. You felt your cheeks heating up at his remark.

"I'm not." You stated, flustered with a small pout on your lips. Baekhyun's grin widened as he noticed your cheeks firing up.

"You don't have to worry, you know I'm all yours." he sing-sang with a wink and then puckered his lips, making a smooching sound. You couldn't help but chuckle at his silly behavior. You shook your head at him, the two of you laughing together.

As always after class, you headed to the lockers with Baekhyun and Minah. The three of you chatted on your way. You stilled when you heard Minah squealing, the sound of books hitting on the ground made you turn. There you saw Minah staring wide-eyed at a girl in front of her, the books were messily scattered at her feet.

The girl looked familiar, her hair was black and long. Definitely pretty. You looked at Baekhyun, his expression was also surprised, though there was no hint of happiness in his eyes. The little spark from before was gone, and all you could see was obvious pain.

Once more you scanned her with your eyes, feeling how they widened when you realized who she was. Your heart throbbed as you checked on Baekhyun again.

His lips were trembling as he tried to avoid looking at her. "Ha Jin? "

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