#You can't find shells as pretty on the beach as he can in the ocean but he still trades you

[rawbin-hsr]

hi yes I would like to exchange seashells and cool rocks with merman aventurine please and thank you

Sure!

Don't comment on how wonky my perspective is I will kill you.

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: A VERY Happy Day In The Merpepito AU

For Spiderbit Week Day Seven: Fantasy

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Finally, the ship has landed, and that means several things. Miss Mouse and Miss Baghera are going grocery shopping with Apa Roier, and Pomme is going with them. Mister Felps and Mister Pac are going to buy other supplies for the ship, like ropes and stuff. Mister Mike is leaving to meet up with his wife, apparently, but someone else is supposed to be replacing him on the ship, so that's exciting!!

And Pepito and Captain Celbi are on a secret mission.

Well, they're actually on two secret missions. Mission one is to get more candy because, according to Captain Celbi, the new person on the ship doesn't like when he eats too much candy. ("She needs to learn to mind her own business," he says.) Mission two is to find the perfect seashell for Apa Roier's gift.

That mission, Captain Celbi says, is the most important mission of all, and it has to be top secret. It's just him and Pepito...

"Why can't Pepito get the shells?" Richarlyson whines, kicking up sand with his bare feet.

...and Richarlyson.

Pepito doesn't mind Richarlyson coming along, but Pepito also wishes that Richarlyson wasn't there because! It was supposed to be! Just Pepito and Captain Celbi! It isn't fair!

But, Pepito supposes, Richarlyson is Captain Celbi's son, and he's Apa Roier's New Pepito. Richarlyson deserves to help find the shell. He makes Apa Roier happy, and isn't that what's important?

Captain Celbi and Pepito are walking along the beach just outside of the port town the ship is docked at. Pepito has a ball of string in his hands, and Captain Celbi has his boots on.

Richarlyson, however, is in the Ocean looking for shells. And he is not happy about it. He keeps splashing and kicking water at Pepito and complaining about being wet, and he keeps saying that Apa Roier deserves something cooler than "a stupid seashell, he's a mermaid, he knows what seashells look like, pai."

Captain Celbi gives his son a Look.

"Because I'm allergic to water," he explains, "and Pepito can't touch the ocean. You know this."

"You aren't even allergic!" Richarlyson argues. "You just can't swim! This water isn't even deep!"

He gestures down at the water with both hands with purpose. The water just barely reaches his ankles.

"I could trip," Captain Celbi mildly responds. "Keep looking, this has to be perfect."

Pepito nods in agreement. It has to be perfect! How else is Captain Celbi going to make Apa Roier smile the same way Awuelo Foolish makes Mister Vegetta smile?

Richarlyson grumbles, but he keeps searching. Captain Celbi keeps walking. And Pepito keeps holding the string.

Pepito still can't tie a knot even after, like, forever on a pirate ship. He can't even tie the little red shoes Miss Mouse made for him out of Demon Magic! How is he supposed to tie the necklace's knot?

This just means that Captain Celbi thinks a lot of Pepito, though. He must think that Pepito is super capable, which Pepito is! Pepito is the best pirate! (Almost.)

Pepito turns the string over in his hands. Captain Celbi stares at it out of the corner of his eye, licks his lips, tears his eyes away and shoves his hands into his coat's pockets.

Does he want to hold the string instead?

Pulling gently on Captain Celbi's sleeve, Pepito holds up the ball of string.

Captain Celbi immediately looks at the string. The little black bits in his eyes get super big for a second, but they're back to normal pretty quickly.

He smiles and shakes his head. "That's your job, Pepito. I need you to keep it safe for me."

"I can keep it safe!" Richarlyson says. He raises a hand and waves it wildly in the air. "Let me hold it!"

Pepito frowns and clutches the string close to Pepito's chest. Richarlyson already has a job, he doesn't need to steal Pepito's job, too. (He's already stolen one thing. Two is too much!)

Richarlyson's hand falls. He flips Pepito off, sticks his tongue out, and looks back at the water.

Captain Celbi chuckles and ruffles Pepito's hair. Then, he looks back at his son with a sigh.

"Just ignore him," Captain Celbi quietly says. "I don't think he's ever met anybody younger than him before. He isn't used to having to share the attention."

He sure isn't, Pepito thinks. He isn't sharing the attention at all. He's acting like a real pirate and stealing it.

But Pepito doesn't say that, mostly because Pepito can't. But Pepito doesn't say it with non-verbal communication either. Not with his air spelling, and not with his face.

(He's great at lying. Just like a real pirate.)

They walk for a few more minutes until Richarlyson shouts and bends over in the water. He digs around in the sand with his fingers for a second before popping back upright and waving a beautiful shell in the air.

It's pink, first off. And it's sort of spiral-y, like a narwhal's horn. And Pepito can tell just by looking at it that there isn't anybody still living in it.

Captain Celbi smiles. He looks down at Pepito, who gives him a thumbs-up.

"That's perfect," Captain Celbi declares. "Bring it here, Richas, let's put it on the string."

Richarlyson runs over with the shell clutched in his hands. He doesn't hold it out until Captain Celbi has bitten off a chunk of string with his pointy teeth and Pepito has taken a step back.

Turns out that Captain Celbi doesn't need Pepito to tie the knot. He does it himself, but he does hold the necklace up for Pepito's approval before actually tying it.

Once the necklace is put together, Captain Celbi looks down at it proudly.

And then there's a familiar shout from down the beach, and Captain Celbi immediately pales.

"Gatinho!" Apa Roier calls.

Captain Celbi continues smiling despite how sick he suddenly looks.

He turns towards Apa Roier and waves, tucking the necklace behind his back. "Guapito! I thought you were with Baghs and Mouse?"

Apa Roier catches up quickly. His smile is wider than Pepito has ever seen it, it's awesome!

He shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets casually.

"They didn't need my help," he explains. He pauses, face turning red slightly as his smile only grows wider. "And I missed you. What, trying to get rid of me so you can steal my son?"

Pepito's eyes widen, and he shakes his head vehemently. No!! Captain Celbi is Pepito's Captain, not Pepito's Dad! Pepito's Dad is Apa Roier! (Even if Pepito isn't Apa Roier's son.)

Richarlyson scowls and looks away.

Captain Celbi just laughs and shakes his head. "No, we just... had a mission. To take care of."

"Oh?"

Captain Celbi lets out a breath. He looks down at the ground, and then back up with a determined look on his face.

"Roier," he says, voice slightly deeper than it was a minute ago, "this is for you."

He holds the necklace out, letting it dangle in the air between them.

It's silent. The shell glistens wetly in the sunlight, as does the sudden water in Apa Roier's eyes.

Apa Roier swallows some air before slowly asking, "Gatinho, Cellbit... do you know what this means?"

Richarlyson grabs Captain Celbi's coat from behind, twisting its fabric between his hands nervously.

Pepito just watches Apa Roier. Why is he crying? Was it a bad gift?

Captain Celbi looks like he's wondering the same thing, but he slowly shakes his head and answers, "Here's what it means to me: it means that you're special. To me. And that... I want to make you happy. I spent forever trying to come up with the perfect gift for you, but it took until a very reliable source told me about this. The necklace."

He glances down at Pepito; Apa Roier follows Captain Celbi's gaze, and his face lightens suddenly.

Continuing, Captain Celbi says, "Roier, you are so important to me. Ever since I first saw you in the ocean all those years ago, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. And now you're part of my crew and you're on my ship and- and you make me so happy. And I want to make you happy, too.

"That's what this necklace means. It's a promise, from me to you. If you'll let me, I'll do my best every day to make your life as beautiful as you make mine."

He forces his head down towards the ground, not looking at Apa Roier's reaction.

Quietly, Richarlyson mutters, "Holy shit."

Pepito agrees. Wow...

Apa Roier is quiet for a very, very long moment.

And then he takes Captain Celbi's hand- the one holding the necklace, and he holds it tight with both of his hands. He takes a step closer, and then another, until they're inches away from each other.

Captain Celbi dares to lift his head to meet Apa Roier's gaze.

"You already make me happy," Apa Roier softly says. "You're the only human I've ever trusted, pirate or not."

His smile turns more gentle than Pepito's ever seen it.

Somehow, Pepito feels like he's interrupting something. Should he and Richarlyson even be here for this?

"And," Apa Roier finishes, "I'll stay on your ship as long as you'll have me."

"Always," Captain Celbi immediately says. He raises his free hand and clasps it over Apa Roier's. "Always."

Apa Roier laughs a little.

He says, looking down at their joined hands, "You know, you actually got the necklace thing right. They're our versions of your engagement rings."

Captain Celbi chokes on his own breath. "What?"

"So..." Apa Roier trails off, waiting for Captain Celbi to calm down before saying, "I accept. Acepto!"

He beams and leans in to... press his mouth against Captain Celbi's? What?

Richarlyson gags and turns away.

Pepito just frowns, confused. Is this an Adult Pepito thing?

Soon enough, both Apa Roier and Captain Celbi are laughing. They're also crying. And laughing some more. Their arms are around each other, and their bodies are pressed together, and they're both two seconds away from collapsing onto the sand in each other's arms.

...The gift was good, then?

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As they head back to the ship, Apa Roier turns and scoops Pepito up off of the ground.

Pepito squeals and immediately latches Pepito's arms around Apa Roier's neck, mindful of the necklace now hanging over Apa Roier's chest.

"You little shit," Apa Roier says, sounding almost fond as he says it. "Who let you play Cupid, eh?"

Pepito shrugs. He doesn't know what a Cupid is.

Apa Roier rolls his eyes, but he presses a small, quick little kiss into the top of Pepito's head.

"Thank you," he whispers in the Language Of The Ocean.

Smiling, Pepito lets his eyes slip shut, and he falls asleep on the way back to the ship secure in his father's arms.

[dezkal18]

Random collection of Prince Eric/Jonah observations (sorry it's so long and rambly):

1. The way he grabs Ariel's hand as he's waking up on the beach.

2. The way he runs up the stairs to see if she's the girl who saved him.

3. His face when he realizes she can't be the girl because she can't talk. He looks so heartbroken, like he was so close and then his hopes were dashed. But he's trying his hardest not to let her see his disappointment because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings, so he pushes through and offers her anything she needs.

4. The awe on his face when she finds the stone in the fossil and blows the conch shell.

5. I love how he's up for trying anything for her, no matter how foolish it makes him look. He just wants to give her anything she wants.

6. And you can just see a lightness and innocence in him when he's around her, like she's brought back the joy into his life and made him feel like a kid again. I think he does so many things he wouldn't have otherwise. Like, with the boat, he was planning on just grabbing his hat and going back to the carriage until he saw her looking at it. He also seems to just be in awe of her innocence and curiosity and the way she views the world.

7. In Kiss the Girl, right before he leans in the final time, you can see him breathing heavy and he's so nervous.

8. Grimsby, my man. The ultimate shipper. But I think an underrated moment is when he sees how smitten Eric is with the new girl and decides to casually bring up that they haven't found the mystery girl to make Eric stop chasing after a fantasy and see what's right in front of his eyes. I see what you did there and I approve.

9. How he pushes through Vanessa's spell and knows something is wrong.

10. How he's confused about Ariel being a mermaid and what just happened with Vanessa but he trusts his gut and trusts his feelings are real and decides to protect her.

11. When Eric sees Ariel standing there petting Max and he rushes to hug her, he has this crinkle in his forehead. I honestly thought he was going to cry and he looks so relieved, like he's thinking "oh thank God, I thought I was going to have to live a life without you"

12. His face when he sees Triton. I wonder if he's thinking, "Oh my God, my father-in-law is a merman and the King of all the oceans, what is my life?

13. Eric has to be so confused about what's going on but also amazed at the magic that has come into his life with this girl. Like finding the stone in the fossil and the conch shell. The animals and bugs lighting things up during Kiss the Girl. The girl he loves turning into a mermaid. Fighting an octopus lady. Etc.

14. Jonah's delivery of certain lines just gets me, they're not even significant lines:

-Oh. Me? No. Really? Alright... (when she shows him the conch shell)

-Grimsby, I feel a little... (You can tell he's so confused. He's been looking for his mystery girl and here comes this other girl and he's feeling so much for her in such a short period of time)

-Pretty much anytime he says "Ariel".

Ugh, Jonah. You have ruined every other male lead for me from now on. No one else will be as sweet and funny and genuine.

[theblueflower05]

Ayo saying that Ao'nung is criminally underrated

So imagine he been like acting up right? Fights, tempers been blowing, and his 'punishment' is to do work with you/reader who is the clans designated calming woman 🤣 ?? Anyways, so like you been working with him for a week or so, he's made zero progress. You can't deny that he is indeed scrumptious so you offer another way for him to relax, to stress relieve him. Basically you become an outlet for him yknow yknow 🤣

- 🍒

I WANT TO KISS YOU RIGHT ON THE FUCKING MOUTH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AONUNG I LOVE THIS MERMAN SO SO MUCH.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: stupid amounts of smut. Oral(male and female receiving) Cock warming. Ao’nung being obsessed with the reader and her magical healing pussy. You know, norm lol

Smut beneath the cut!

You fustrate Ao’nung.

Which is funny, because you do the complete opposite to the rest of the clan.

You’re highly spiritual, closer to Ewya then anyone she’s ever met claims his mother. You’re centered in who you are, mature beyond your young years.

You’re not the ocean, with its ever changing tides, but the beach. The sand, the earth.

You work closely with the Tsakarem, but your approach to medicine is different.

“It’s in the mind” you whisper, voice airy and light “your body can never be well if your mind isn’t��

It’s why he’s been sent to you.

His father had had it with his temper and the fist fights that resulted from it. Tonowari would not tolerate another minute of it.

Ao’nung could handle grunt work; shucking shells. Cleaning out the bed pots for compost. He was good with his hands, if he just kept them moving he’d be fine.

What he can’t handle is being stuck with you, for hours on end, doing nothing.

Your Mauri is on the smaller side, but cozy. It reflects you perfectly. Healing herbs grow from clay pots. Sun catches and wind chimes sway in the breeze from the open window.

Heavy fragranced incense plumes clog his nose.

He knows everyone else loves it in here, children and elders alike flock for your company and attention.

But he hates it. It’s stuffy and boring.

He thinks he puts on a pretty good mask though. Doesn’t outrightly tell you that he’s pretty sure you’re a fucking fraud and all of this is bullshit.

He sits with you on the woven mats infront of your alter. Legs crossed, hands resting on his knees as you lead him through guided meditation.

“Close your eyes” you’d instructed and he’d followed “Empty your thoughts let the Great Mother flow in”

You hum, the vibrations musical and pleasant sounding and all in all it shouldn’t be that horrible of an experience.

Except for the fact that he feels no calmer then yesterday. Or the week before. Or the month before that.

His face is all scrunched up, his hands fists on his thighs instead or resting palms. He’s so obviously wound tighr.

“Ao’nung?”

You call for him, and he peeks one eye open.

“This isn’t really helping you, is it?” You don’t sound upset or hurt. Just observant. Your big blue eyes patient and kind.

“Um-“ he starts fully intending to lie to you. But those eyes…”not really, no”

Your mouth quirks and your ears wiggle. Like your taking his words and focusing hard on them.

You stand then, all graceful limbs, and place a thin finger on your chin “when do you feel most relaxed?”

That’s not an easy question to ask. It’s too big- he can’t really compute it. Mostly because he can’t remember the last time he was truly relaxed-

He shakes his head. Shrugs his shoulders “Come on, Y/N. Let’s just get this done and appease my father”

“I don’t spend my afternoons with you to appease your father” you sigh, even then he can’t sense an ounce of frustration on you. Perma composed “I spend this time with you trying to help you, I want you to find peace”

He has to fight a scoff. Wants to roll his eyes. Peace, yeah okay.

“Think very hard- when was the last time you felt the weight of the world off your shoulders? The last time that you relaxed your jaw? Even if it’s silly, tell me” you push on, gently.

Huh.

The last time he unclenched his jaw?

He can feel the tips of his ears go pink as the memory resurfaces. A few nights ago he got a moment to himself, snuck down onto the empty beach. Shoved his hand in his tweng and fisted his leaking cock-

“I don’t know if it’s appropriate…”

You giggle, it twinkles like your wind chimes, as you approach him. Behind his broad back. Your small hands rest on his big shoulders. “When has that ever stopped you?”

You’re sun warm and smell of water flowers. Your presence steady and comforting behind him. It prompts him to talk.

“I made myself come about a week ago, it felt good. I felt relaxed” he admits and you hum again.

Your hands still on him.

“I see. You take a more physical approach to mental wellness, there is no shame in that” you start, as your dainty fingers begin to dig into the meat of his shoulders. Working at the tight knots with finessed expertise “Do you have a lover?”

He had many. “You could say that”

“No, no. I don’t mean a warm body to fuck for the night. Do you have a lover, that you can trust to take care of your needs?”

Again, his mind is blank. Why do you ask him these questions? And better yet- why can’t he answer them?

You don’t force him to speak. Instead you keep massaging him, as you start up that sweet little hum again. It feels so good that Ao’nung stars to lean back into you, biting down on his lower lip hard to stop the sounds that are building in his chest

“Do you know what brings me peace of mind?” You inquire, offhandedly, as your fingers creep into his hair.

You release the tight bun on the back of his head, and his dark hair falls in waterfall like curls around his head. The tension of keeping it so tightly back released. It feels so nice-

“Hmm?” Hes dazed. Melting into a puddle or your making.

“Trust” you say simply.

That’s so stupid. He tells you so. He regrets it though, thinking you’ll stop your ministrations.

You don’t of course, you keep going. Unfazed.

“I trust the people around me, our clan. Our village. We are good strong people, we take care of each other. I trust the ocean, the give and take of the life cycle. I trust our mother Eywa- I feel safe and held in her embrace” your words are hypnotic, spoken low and true “and I trust myself, to honor my needs. When was the last time you truly honored yours, Ao’nung?”

There only you and him in the empty room. Your humming and the smell of fragrant burning herbs surround him.

Trust, you say.

He trusts you. It’s a stark revelation. He almost can’t believe it.

“I…” he clears his throat, trying to continue “I’m supposed to take care of others. Not the other way around. I am future Olo’eyktan. I do not have time for such trivial matters”

Again. Those little sighs.

When you press your plush lips against his cheek he almost shoots up off the floor. His eyes go wide and he lurches a bit.

“I see now that I’ve been taking the wrong approach” you tell him, apologetically as you get up. Coming to stand in front of him once more.

You hold his gaze, never breaking eye contact as you begin to undress.

Your motions are fluid, it’s almost a dance, as you slide your tweng down your shapely legs. As you unclip the seashell pin that holds together your gossamer top.

You stand in front of him completely nude. He traces your womanly figure with his eyes. Your full breasts, the smooth lines of your flat stomach, the curve of your hips.

He zeros in on the mound of your pussy. He can feel his mouth water and a wave of desire surges through him as he reaches for you.

“Maway” you coo as you step into his arms. Sinking down into his waiting lap “calm, Ao’nung”

As he tastes mouthfuls of your skin he thinks that he might have found the antidote to his raging temper.

———————————

He tests this theory, often.

When he tangles his fishing net beyond repair, and then rips it right down the middle right as he’d almost had it loose-

He fucks you from behind on the moonlit beach. His hand clamped over your mouth as he loses himself in your heat.

When him and Tsireya get into a heated argument about how to handle an internal affair within the village- and she throws the fact that she’s older then him and will be Tsahik first-

He makes you bounce on his cock until you can barley move, your knees giving out and his hips snapping up to keep moving inside of you.

When a bad storm destroys docs and he has to spend days repairing it-

He fucks your throat, brutally. Watching as you sputter on his cock. Your eyes, always so sage and peaceful, water horribly. Tears roll down your pretty cheeks. When he comes, he makes sure to pull you off so that he can watch the fat milky globs soil you even further

It works. Your methods. You are a skilled healer after all, you have found a way to calm the chiefs son.

Everyone is surprised, in awe.

Tonowari is over joyed and Ronal is grateful. You try to take it all in stride. This is what you do. You help people find their inner peace.

But it’s not the same as everyone else. Ao’nung is so different, he means so much more to you.

While you had helped him find his own balance- he had unbalanced you. You’re needy, jittery. You crave his touch, his kisses, his thick cock.

His love. You crave that most of all.

As much as you meditate and talk to Eywa, you can’t seem to recenter. You’re not whole until you’re in his arms.

Most nights, Ao’nung ends up in your hut. Your bedding smells like him, he’s very familiar with their softness.

He has you spread out, exactly like he loves.

He his face inbetween your thighs as he eats your wet cunt. It’s like a cradle. He’s serene as he feasts on you. Eyes closed, Aonung prays to the Great Mother as you stroke his hair lovingly.

You have your alter- he has his. You sweet cunt makes him feel closer to the spirit of Pandora then any prayer circle ever did.

“Love it” he mutters, his tongue still lapping at your swollen clit.

You can’t form words. They were all tongue fucked out of you two orgasms ago. You can only squeal and nod.

“Love this pussy. Need it. Always” he continues, his voice muffled by your thighs. He sounds drunk. So relaxed “Need you always”

You’re too gone to fully comprehend it.

There was never any fighting it to begin with. The Olo’eyktan had tasked you with the taming of his wild son. Anything to quell that ever burning fire in Ao’nung.

Who knew that all it would take is you spreading your legs?

UM I LOVE YOU AONUNG. Seriously. He so fun and different to write for and everyone needs to start writing him and stop neglecting my lil fish baby. @cinetrix I thought about you while I wrote this because I know how much you love our best Metkayina boy!

But the real question is; how am I supposed to not make this a series? LOL YOU GUYS KINK REQIESTS ARE TOO GOOD.

[jxwl4k]

Harmony in Contrast

PLOT: Ushijima Wakatoshi, known for his calm demeanor, finds himself captivated by the energetic and lively Y/N L/N. Despite their differences, they discover a harmonious balance in their relationship, where Ushijima's stability complements Y/N's energy, creating a love filled with understanding and joy.

A/N: I decided to just post it today, since majority of the vote is yes, and I also wanted to publish it today. So yeah enjoy reading!

Also, if you guys want more ushijima fanfic, just tell me and don’t be shy to tell me if you have any scenarios!

Ushijima Wakatoshi was known as the calm and collected boyfriend among his friends and teammates. He had a serious demeanor and a focused attitude towards his volleyball career. His girlfriend, Y/N L/N, on the other hand, was the complete opposite – energetic, lively, and always bursting with enthusiasm.

One sunny afternoon, Ushijima and Y/N decided to spend the day at the beach. As they arrived, Y/N immediately ran towards the water, eager to splash around and build sandcastles. Ushijima followed behind, his pace steady and composed.

"Come on, Wakatoshi! Let's play beach volleyball!" Y/N exclaimed, grabbing a ball and bouncing on her toes.

Ushijima nodded calmly, accepting the challenge. Despite his reserved nature, he couldn't help but smile as Y/N's vibrant energy rubbed off on him. They started playing, with Y/N diving for every ball and cheering loudly with each point they scored. Ushijima's precise spikes and steady serves complemented Y/N's agile moves perfectly.

After a fun game, they settled down on the sand. Y/N chatted animatedly about her day while Ushijima listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with thoughtful comments. As the sun began to set, they walked along the shoreline, hand in hand.

"Wakatoshi, look at this one! It's so pretty," Y/N exclaimed, holding up a particularly intricate shell.

Ushijima nodded, his gaze thoughtful as he replied, "It's impressive how nature creates such intricate patterns."

"Yeah! Nature is amazing, isn't it?" Y/N grinned, slipping the shell into her pocket before skipping ahead again.

Later, at dinner, they sat across from each other in a cozy seaside restaurant. Y/N eagerly scanned the menu, her eyes lighting up at the descriptions of various dishes.

"I think I'll try the seafood pasta," Y/N decided, closing the menu with a satisfied nod.

Ushijima placed his menu down and calmly said, "I'll have the grilled fish."

Y/N leaned forward, her excitement palpable. "Oh, that sounds delicious! I can't wait to try everything here."

Ushijima smiled softly. "You always find joy in the simplest things."

Y/N grinned back. "And you always know how to appreciate the finer details."

Throughout the evening, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Y/N shared stories from her day, recounting funny anecdotes and amusing observations. Ushijima listened intently, occasionally adding a quiet comment or asking a thoughtful question.

As they walked home under the moonlit sky, Y/N linked arms with Ushijima, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment. She glanced up at him, her voice soft with affection. "Thank you for today, Wakatoshi. I had so much fun."

Ushijima nodded, his expression gentle. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Y/N."

"And thank you for being so patient with me," Y/N added with a playful grin. "I know I can be a handful sometimes."

Ushijima chuckled softly. "It's part of what makes you who you are."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the ocean providing a soothing backdrop to their thoughts. As they approached their apartment building, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the balance they brought to each other's lives – her boundless energy and his calm presence creating a harmonious rhythm that felt just right.

[richeeduvie]

the princesa’s bullying anon again 😭

thank you soooo much for doing the drabble. you r doing gods work for real for reallll. ever since i started reading madman and following you i keep acting like saul in the first season doing magic to my phone hoping that we will get new princesa and lalo contents (ABSOLUTELY NO PRESSURE if u have to take a break and or dont feel comfortable with it anymore please do. i just want you to know that i really love it and enjoy every thing to the fullest)

re-reading madman and lalo master list again because i want it to be semi-canon to the show and your series so i can come up with more scenarios to bully princesa.

and im starting to think that if i come up with sth lalo will personally appear in my dream and choke me for keeping thinking sick thoughts about his princesa (not gonna complain tho).

THAT being said heres another thought, yk how some tvshow/anime will have a filler beach episode. i think they need that. a hope-to-god-relaxing trip to the beach.

they already see each other body butt naked and have nonstop freaky sex but come onnnnnn the bikini, the pastel yellow floral bikini is a bit too small/revealing still makes princesa shy and conscious abt her body and lalo is staring too long at her ,with dark eyes and she cant see any thoughts, when she ask him to help her put on some sunscreen (hes actually one minute away to cancel this trip and take her home because instinct) (and sometimes in the corner of her eyes nacho is looking at her too - i dont know why the hell they need nacho there maybe extra body guard i just want nacho to see how beautiful she is and cant do nothing about it im sooooo sorry baby 😭)

but princesa ayyyy she in the bikini and she has this red hibiscus behind her ear, a seashells necklace. oh my shes sooooo pretty and cute. lalo watching her drawing on the sand a big heart and then their initials in it, picking every shells that she finds beautiful and put it close to her ear and lalos and say “can you hear the waves” and giggle. the sun the breeze the sea everything seems like making her even more beautiful. (sorry for not mention anything abt me, lalo, im obsessed with my girl. but she also about to climb him the moment they walk out of the changing room. and nacho have to witness all of it)

and something super dumb and very stereotypical happens like shes waist deep in the sea and ohhh noooo the waves are too strongggg and arghhhh her…..her top slips awayyyy. someone please help princesa. but shes just standing there panicking because nacho just tell lalo that he has a phone call from lets say eladio bcs that is someone will make him to go up to the shore and nacho is keeping an eye on her.

sooooo she has to wave him over and ask him to tell lalo abt her “little problem” while she feels like theres smoke coming out of her head.

the rest is lalo style teasing and also instinct but its something really funny…hilarious to him too because he doesnt think it will actually happen.

Anon, this is REALLY showing just how much of a crush you have on Princesa. I was getting hot for her while reading this like damn. I love this. I love this so much.

Lalo and Princesa have seen the other extremely naked and in many, many sexual positions and scenarios, but every time Princesa's in a pretty bikini or swim dress that's downed in florals and a mesh cover-up? It's a new, fire-like sight for Lalo. But he'll have to handle. There's that snaps and sharpens at the idea of taking her in front of Nacho, but something like instinct comes down harsh at the idea of Nacho seeing Princesa while she's at her most...open.

Nacho watches the ocean as best as he can, it's a better visual than Lalo massaging sunscreen into Princesa's skin. And her ass. You can't leave no spot at risk for sunburn, right?

Of course, the man who never sleeps, is very, very close to knocking out when Princesa comes over him to lather his back and legs with sunscreen.

"It's a great day for a swim, right, Lalo? Lalo?"

"...What you said, yeah...I think you missed my ankles, sweet girl."

Princesa offers to help Nacho out with his application with a great amount of shyness, as if they're back to square one in terms of friendship because she'd be touching him bare, but sunscreen is important.

Nacho struggles to get his back by himself. Lalo snorts.

Lalo bullies Princesa for her love of pretty things, a tourist at heart. But he buys her everything. Shell necklaces that are too expensive. Trinkets. He'll make sure she wears it all the time and too much. She'll make him wear it and he'll call it girly, but keep it tucked inside his shirt.

Their initials wash away in the white sloshing of water, but Princesa just draws in again, feeling the wet, tight sand under her nails. She feels like a teenager with how she writes her and Lalo's name over and over, but she also draws hearts. And she tries to draw a bird.

Lalo smokes over the ocean, knees bent beside Princesa.

"Lalo, the ash."

He blows smoke. "It's not like the I set the sea on fire, Princesa. Don't be so worried. Now, help me draw this gun."

He dashes the Salamanca name under the sand-doodled handgun. Nacho might be asleep under the sun.

Lalo's not listening to the waves when Princesa puts the cold shell to his ear because Princesa. Just that. Just her. He'd rather listen to her breathe and watch her try to find the ocean in the shell. Their faces press together and Lalo doesn't smile in how he watches her, not in the blacked-out stare.

He presses his wet toes into hers, deepening their feet in the sand.

"Lalo!"

Nacho's woken by the screaming and the chasing, Lalo yelling out with throaty laughs when he throws Princesa over his shoulder.

Swimming is calmer, and he can't see her body or the way she moves when they're both in the water.

"You okay?"

Lalo's watching them from the shore, because business. Always the family career he's so proud of getting in the way of things. He's expecting a call, so he just gets started on lunch with a sandwich stuffed in his mouth.

The phone rings, the waves crashes. Princesa struggles.

"I know how to swim."

"I would hope so, kid."

"It's just-these waves are not making it easy. You must think it looks so embarrassing."

Nacho blinks up, then down. "You're fine-"

Waves crash.

"No. No!"

A top slips away. Or...more like floats off into the waves, and Nacho barely realizes what's happening until the blood rushes to his head and face.

"Oh...fuck. Fuck. Hold on, don't move."

Princesa sinks herself in the water, cheeks aflame while she watches Lalo busy on the phone. Watching Ignacio try to swim for her bikini top is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her, and almost everything is embarrassing.

It's already off into the sea and Nacho would rather not be pulled away with it. He curses hot under his breath, wiping his face with salt water.

"Just-"

"I-I'm sorry."

"...Why are you sorry? It's just...don't move. Fuck. Lalo better find this funny."

Princesa can already hear his teases and feel his nipple pinches.

Lalo's brows curve when he sees Nacho coming out of the water looking odd, more than how the guy usually is. Just in time with the phone call ending.

"What's that out there?"

He feels like he needs those damn...the things you look through, glasses. Damn. What is it?"

"She...she lost her top. I think you should-" Nacho closes his eyes, as if a stutter will reveal something to Lalo. He starts over. "I think you should help her."

Lalo doesn't blink.

"...Did you see anything?"

They forget the one time Nacho saw anything.

"No, no. I didn't try anything but to get her top but that is gone with the water...so, it should be you?"

"...Yeah."

His mouth is thin, eyes dark before he smiles brightly. He slaps Nacho's shoulder.

"Yeah. That girl. Always something, look at the little top in the sea. Princesa! You cold?"

Princesa feels like steam and streams of tears. Her hugs herself more, breast pressing on her arms.

Lalo walks off. "Get to the car, eh, Nachito? Good man."

He jogs into the water, laughing with every wave.

"Don't laugh, plea-please. I didn't mean to-it is cold."

Lalo coos. "Aw, poor Princesa. My poor, poor Princesa. Don't let your nipples swim away too. What would I do without them?"

"...Lalo."

It's a long, soft whine that makes Lalo laugh. He pulls her in and kisses her head.

He squeezes her a bit too tightly, and not out of choice, just something that happens with his arms when he sees Princesa like this.

"I'll warm you up, huh?"

"I should get a towel."

"In a bit."

Princesa's head slumps. "Lalo-"

"Don't whine, nipples. This is what happens when you pick something so small for the waves."

"You said you liked them."

It's high, almost cracking. Lalo coos again.

"Sure, Princesa. Sure."

Princesa accepts his tight, instinctual hold on her better than she accept his continuous bullying in the cold waves. Nacho dries off in the car for ten minutes.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Drowning in Pleasure

Summary: They say weddings help you meet people, but this wedding has gone horribly wrong for you - meeting death definitely wasn't on your books. Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Gender-Ambiguous Reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fantasy, Horror, One-Shot Tropes: siren!AU Word Count: 2.3K Contains: the beach/ocean/sea/fish, attending a wedding, betrayal by a relative, high and mighty HJ, blood, biting, injuries, telepathy, dub-con(?), oral (reader receiving, no specific genitalia mentioned), cum-eating, underwater sex, major character death

When your brother told you that he'd be getting married on the beach, with the ocean behind him, you thought that it would simply be the most magical experience. You never could've predicted this turn of events. And sure, you thought it strange when you never saw a physical invitation, but you figured he was simply being considerate to the earth by inviting his closest people verbally - he was like that sometimes, and you admired his will to stick to his eco-friendly ways, even if some of it felt over the top to you.

However, that definitely was not the case here, as you found out during the ceremony. He walked his way to the makeshift altar in his fancy deep-violet suit before his partner. When his partner's turn arises, the blood falls out of your face, and you feel your heart drop into your stomach.

There's no way. He wouldn't have done that.

As your thoughts race, you look at your brother. His eyes are soft and stuck lovingly on your ex as they walk towards him. It makes you feel sick. Luckily, you sit along the outer edge of the audience, so you quietly leave while everyone else focuses on the happy couple. To clear your head, you walk along the grassy cliffside just outside of the sandy beach. Standing far enough back for the edge of the cliff to cover your view of the sands and ceremony below, you look out at the never-ending ocean extending in front of you. As if the ocean can respond to you, you mumble out various questions that weigh heavily on your heart.

Nearing the far edge of the cliff, you hear a song playing out from below. You reach the cliff's edge and eagerly look for its source. There, sitting pretty with an eye-catching head of royal blue hair, sits a shirtless man sculpted in a way you can only equate to the likes of a god.

As he sings, he looks off towards the ocean, the waves complimenting the sound of his tune nicely as they crash upon the rocky shore. Although you can't understand the language he sings in, something about him continues drawing you in. Whether his beauty or song has locked you in a trance or you're simply feeling lonely after today's events, you find yourself unable to look away.

Slowly, you make your way down the safest path you can find, hoping nothing else but to learn his name and the song's title. Never have you been so enthralled by a simple man - but he couldn't possibly be just a simple man, not in this situation.

Reaching the bottom, you call out to him. He abruptly stops his singing, so you apologize for interrupting, but a wave of dread washes over you as he stands, still facing the sea. Realizing that you have yet to see his face, you worry that fate has decided to hand you a demon to top off your horrible day, but as he turns around, you find a face to match his perfectly sculpted body. Soft features melting away your anxiety like a warm knife through butter, he gazes at you without much emotion. After a longer look, you notice spots of blue and purple speckled along his cheekbones, with a shell stuck to his left temple.

"Who are you?" Your tongue moves before you can stop yourself.

"My name is Hongjoong." The sweet voice guiding you down towards the ocean twists into something new, something darker, as he continues, "You should leave here before the song starts anew. The ocean is calling me back again; don't let it take you, too."

He faces the endless sea again, taking a single step forward before you stop him. Grabbing his arm, you ask the stranger not to leave you alone. Without showing a reaction to your words, he starts his song again, but the sound rings roughly in your ears this time. You grow faint, but recognize him pulling you by the hand towards the ocean. As the waves crash against your legs, you feel too weak to fight him. After a short time, the floor beneath your feet seems to fall and you're entirely submerged under the water.

"Don't let go." Hongjoong's voice echoes in your head. 

Realizing that you can still breathe without issue, you hold on to his hand tightly, assuming that he's somehow allowing you to do so. Examining your surroundings, you watch fish swim by without acknowledging you. You can see where the ocean's floor drops, shrouded in a darkness only barely penetrated by small dots of light from the fish living beneath the sun's reach.

Hongjoong guides you into a small grotto with a flat rock in the middle, shining in the light tunneling in from a small hole above. If you weren't as curious as you are, you might've missed the ominous surroundings - torn pieces of fabric caught on sharp stones and weathered at varying degrees, and bones poking out from beneath the sands. But what are you to do? If you let go of his hands, can you swim all the way back to shore? You don't even know how far you've come, nor which direction you'd have to swim. But if you stay, will you end up like those around you, fading into the sand and rocks until nothing remains? How do you face the fact that you fell directly into a siren's trap thanks to your overwhelming loneliness after the wedding?

As you reach the center, Hongjoong slowly floats down to sit on the rock. Pulled by his movements and trapped thanks to your hesitation, you have no choice but to follow suit. You barely feel the smooth stone underneath you; it's as if you simply float above it. Conversely, you've never felt so clearly someone's stare on you. Not only can you feel him looking, you can feel his less-than-good intentions towards you.

Slowly meeting his eyes, you notice a thin yellow ring they didn't have above water. Along with the blue and purple dots enhanced by the tint of the water and the strands of hair flowing around his head in the water, there's no mistaking Hongjoong as anything but a creature of the sea. Although lacking the iconic tails portrayed in the tales of mermen and sirens, you can't help but classify him amongst them.

"What happens to me now? Are you a siren, leading me to my death? Are you simply a merman entranced by a human? What do you want of me?"

Although you hear him chuckle, you don't notice any movement from him as he stares deeply into your soul. Even as his sultry voice rings clear in your ears, his lips do not move, and his gaze does not falter.

"Humans are interesting. Why are you implying that the fault lies with me? Do you not recall my clear warning that you should leave before the song returned? Did you forget who reached out to me, begging for the company of a stranger? I will not deny my curiosity of your kind, but I gave you a chance to leave even after everything."

"You didn't answer me. What happens now?"

"That's up to you. Personally, I'd like to explore your body and its limits, but even monsters such as I can understanf the concept of consent." Emphasizing the second portion of his sentence, you feel his disdain for the worse examples of humankind, but he lightens his tone as he continues, somehow making the statement even more disturbing, "If you'd prefer not to, I can simply let you go, and you can try to make your way back to land."

"I'll die regardless, won't I?"

"Who knows. Maybe you'll find luck on your side today if you go back."

Even though he's oblivious to your unlucky start of the day, his words burn in your chest as you're aggressively reminded of the wedding once again. Determined to enjoy the time you have left, you decide to indulge him.

"I hear sirens are goodat more than just singing. Can you show me?"

For the first time since sitting down, Hongjoong moves. His lips curl upward, deviously twisting into a smirk at his success. With ease despite the stillness in the cave's waters, he leans forward and interlocks his lips with yours. Strangely, water doesn't enter your mouth as it opens, only the saltiness mixed with an almost chalky sensation from his lips. The books often attribute sirens to sea foam, but every indication from Hongjoong gives the idea that he's made of the sand and shells instead. Too bad you won't make it back to write the details.

He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, clearing your mind instantly. His hands roaming your upper body, you feel weightless within the water, with every small touch moving you easily. You close your eyes to enjoy the unusual sensations to the fullest, and you almost miss the fact that he's unbuttoned your shirt. As it floats open, you shrug your way out of it, letting it find its way to one of the pointed rocks below - like all the other bits of clothing surrounding you. Placing a cold hand on the small of your now-exposed back, Hongjoong deepens the kiss by pressing your bodies together, skin brushing skin.

When he pulls his face away, your eyes flutter open, begging him wordlessly for more. However, his lips move on to explore more of your body. Trailing kisses down your neck and all around your shoulders, the siren leaves a few bite marks on you. Despite the stinging of his sharp teeth breaking skin and the dreadful pain of salt water entering open wounds, it's the metallic scent of blood in the water that you notice most. As you see small foggy strands floating around you, you shut your eyes tightly again. He continues his pattern as he moves down your body, leaving four more gashes in your torso before reaching your slacks. 

"You dressed quite fancy for the beach. Was it yout plan to meet me, after all?" He scoffs at the idea as he undoes the pants, letting them slide down your legs.

They get caught on your shoes, so you stomp against the heel of each one to remove them. Your pants slide off with ease after the removal of the obstruction. Only after their removal do you address his ridiculous question.

"I attended a wedding at the beach. When I left the ceremony, I roamed the area and found you. Don't flatter yourself."

Biting your thigh with more force than the previous bites, he barks back, "Human interest will never flatter me. Don't you dare place your filthy kind above me."

Once done showing his disdain for humankind again, he releases your thigh and licks up the blood from the wound. You wince at the sensation, with the pressure and sandpaper-like grit of his tongue encouraging you to keep your mouth shut more than his threatening words.

While you're busy with the pain, you feel a rush of cold against your crotch, sending shivers up your spine. He used his teeth to cut open the thin fabric of your underwear. Sticking his nose in between your thighs, Hongjoong remembers why he takes humans despite his hatred of them. As the tangy, acidic scent of your fluids enters his nose, he's reminded that the pure variety of humans leads him to want to try them all. Finding the source of the smell, Hongjoong swirls the tip of his tongue along the opening, tasting every bit of the dripping precum that your body gives him.

Losing yourself in the feeling of his tongue, you forget about your wounds, your impending death, and even your location. With his hand securely holding your hips and your fingers tangled in his lapis locks, your mind blurs everything but the sensations he gives you. Quicker than ever before, you cum, and he makes sure to lap up every last drop. Your body loosens after your high, but he continues to use his mouth to explore your entire body, making sure to touch you at all times - it'd pain him to lose his toy before he's finished playing with it.

Opening your eyes and looking down at him, you notice that a beautiful metallic tail replaces the human legs he once bore. The storm-colored tail shines with the light hitting each scale magically, reflecting small rainbows on some of them. With small flippers on either side of his waist and a bigger, fanned-out set at the end of the tail, lighter in tone than the rest of the tail, you relate his magical look to a fairy's wings.

"No wonder humans fall for sirens so easily - you're gorgeous beyond words."

With a quick flip of his tail, his face reaches yours again, accepting the compliment in a way you didn't expect, "Of course I am, but it is the taste of humans that allows me to remain this way. Your juices helped me regain my tail; imagine what I'll look like when I dry you out entirely."

Although terror fills your veins, curiosity piques in your heart, "Do what you must, Hongjoong. If I can somehow improve upon your brilliance, I encourage it."

Roughly locking lips with yours, he acts on your words quickly. Your eyes close despite your attempts to keep them open to view his changes, controlled by his magic. You float helplessly in place as he slams his tail between your legs, rubbing his rough scales against your crotch and thighs, the sharp edges of some of them slicing into your skin like papercuts. The metallic scent envelopes you stronger than before as you feel your consciousness slowly fading as he continues. You feel one final bite on your waist before fading to black, lost amongst the many others claimed by the sea.

Tags: @yourfatherlucifer @pyeonghongrie @sanjoongie

[phoenixradiant]

OC Beach Episode Tag Game

My thanks to @willtheweaver for the tag! This may be slightly complicated that only two, maybe three of these people have ever actually been to the beach before. I'm going to be taking their emotional states from the end of the story, despite the fact that some of them are dead at that point. The dead ones I'll give their last non-death-related emotional state.

Cellic: He would stand like a pillar of marble as the waves crashed around him. The warmth would ebb away from his body but he would only find it refreshing. If there were anyone remotely close to his size he would try to wrestle and throw them into the water. He would also sunburn. Badly.

Maiph: Maiph has seen rivers and lakes before but beaches are something completely new*. By which I mean she would spend a considerable amount of time sharing an opinion with Anakin Skywalker. She'd swim to avoid sitting on sand, if nothing else.

*(Okay so she's been to the 'beach' before but it wasn't real and doesn't count [don't ask, long story {please do ask actually, I like long stories}])

Farric: Farric would try to ride waves, but would flip over in the water, hit his nose on the bottom, and be kinda miserable for the next hour. He'd get over it, though, and if there were tidepools he'd relax in those.

Narra: Here's where you all get to learn a fun fact! Narra can't swim! Part of growing up homeless in the city is there aren't very many large bodies of water. So she'd wade in as deep as she could (not very) but then she'd just kinda be stuck. She'd have a good time, though. For someone so experienced in voluntary misery, she's quite good at enjoying herself.

Radiaten: On the absolute other side of the spectrum, Radiaten might legitimately not know how to have fun. He knows how to poke fun, sure, he's great with jokes, but he doesn't really find relaxing to be very... relaxing. He'd be very intently trying to not get his tunic wet or sandy, which pretty much means standing up on shore the whole time.

Lycoris: Lycoris acts a lot like an enthusiastic mom. She's not having fun unless everyone's having fun, but goshdarnit, she's going to make sure they're having fun! She even brought snacks! Yes it's just stale bread, but everyone thanks her and eats it anyway. Would try to dunk Cellic. He might notice. Would hold her breath underwater for as long as she could. This is long enough for people to worry.

Sonin: Would find the tallest dune and stand there, arms open to the wind, just breathing. It would be the best part of his week. But then, so was yesterday, and so will tomorrow be. He's eternally grateful for the world around him.

Kar: Kar would pickpocket other beachgoers. He'd probably sneak it all back afterwards, unless he finds a really cool shell. That he'd keep. Old habits die hard.

Lutian: Lutian would be hit by the exact same thing I was when I stepped back into the water for the first time in far too long: You can taste the ocean. And you don't even need your tongue, just let the water splash your lips and the salt gets injected into your bloodstream. She would alternately frolic in the waves and ponder the fact that you can taste without your tongue. She would subsequently take up the habit of kissing cheese, attempting to taste it. Kar would ask her who the lucky guy is, and she'd get flustered and he'd never let her hear the end of it.

Let's see, who's up? @corinneglass, @cybercelestian, and @agirlandherquill what shenaniganry hath thy characters? (yes I know that's the singular tense, but I wanted to use hath so thy is a necessary addition.)

[shallyne]

Feysandweek Day One

Feysand fanart commissioned by @highqueenmorrigan from @brielyasmin

for @officialfeysandweek2023

It was Feyre's and Rhys's last vacation before they would welcome their baby boy into the world. This vacation was pretty much them going to the beach for a day because Feyre couldn't sit in the car, or any type of vehicle, for long without getting nauseous. Feyre was stuffed, most recently with ice cream, and now walked, more like waddled, along the beach on the lookout for sea shells. It had started with one sea shell that looked like a hard and then another that she just thought looked really pretty and now the paper cup in her hand was almost filled with shells. Groaning, she picked up another, hearing a faint chuckle behind her. "Shut up!" she yelled at her husband without looking back, then murmuring, "You carry a five pound baby in your womb and we'll see how funny you find it."

"What did you say?" he called, Humor pacing his voice.

Feyre rolled her eyes, "I said I love you!"

His booming laugh followed her as she walked further down the beach, water splashing at her feet as the dusk sky went from rosa to rosa. Something caught Feyre's eye, not a shell but a stone, and she hurried over. It looked blue in the light, but when she picked it up, the salty ocean breeze whipping her wavy hair in her face, and held it up in the light it shimmered purple. A smile broke out on her face and she turned around, waddling back to Rhys as quickly as she could. His eyes were fully trained on her, as they were the whole time, and his face lit up when he realiser she was walking over to him.

"Look what I found!" she told him proudly, showing him the rock. "Isn't it pretty?"

"It looks like a rock," he told her, taking it from Feyre's outstretched hand.

"Obviously," she replied, tapping on the stone, "It's the color of your eyes!"

"Do my eyes look purple?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She sighed but still smiled, snatching the stone back, "Only when you're happy." she explained, "It's hard to explain but they are shimmering this way..." she shrugged, "Like right now!"

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him, *That might be because I am very happy right now. "

Feyre kissed his cheek, the grabbed her blue sundress and pulled it over her bikini, "I'm happy, too," she admitted, "and I can't wait until Nyx is finally here."

Rhys stretched his legs, taking his time to put on a shirt and then helped her up, grabbing their bags. They looked toward the sunset one last time before she took his hand and they walked towards the car. The glint in Rhys's eye told her that he couldn't wait either.

"What are you going to do with the shells?" he asked her.

"I don't know yet, maybe I'll include them in a painting." she shrugged. Maybe she would keep them all for herself, remembering this day forever. "Can we stop to get pizza? I'm hungry. But not the place with the broken sign, they don't do olives on pizza."

Rhys grunted, "How dare they?"

She slapped his shoulder playfully, giggling.

[universeofgalacia]

SALTY KISSES AND SUNSET EYES

Genre: Fluff, Angst (mild) Word Count: 1,104 Warnings: Vague mentions of Viktor's bad relationship with his parents. Summary: The Sea Dragons take a trip to the beach and it serves as a good bonding moment for Viktor and Tristan. ALSO AVAILABLE ON: AO3 | NEOCITIES | PATREON

The crew's ship gives a nice silhouette on the dock, Tristan thinks. The salty ocean splashes up against the sharp rocks lining the beach. There's sand underneath him, the grainy texture nice against his fingers and pleasantly warm to the touch. He pulls a small, round shell up off of the sand and rubs his thumb over the surface, feeling each individual little notch and bump. He hears sand crunch from beside him and a shadow falls over him. He turns and looks up to see Viktor, black boots in one hand and the other running anxiously through his hair.

"You okay, Vik?" Tristan asks, tone bubbly. Viktor's hair is black and messy, and tumbles over his face in that 'natural bedhead' kind of way that Tristan can't help but love.

Viktor's eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head, shifting from one foot to another. He keeps looking out into the distance, over where the ocean-side town sits.

Tristan sits up straighter and his face turns to one of concern. "What's wrong?"

Viktor looks around at the rest of the crew scattered across the beach. There are various bottles and cans in their hands, foldable tables and chairs littered around. Everyone's laughing and joking together. Viktor glances back over at the town and then returns his gaze to Tristan's face. "...Come with me?"

Tristan nods without a hint of hesitation and stands up, following quietly behind Victor as they head towards the cliff face at the edge of the beach. Viktor hops up onto a rock and seems to move purely from memory as he climbs, hands and feet making easy work of the small ledges. Tristan follows Viktor as best as he can, although he's never been quite as quick as Vik.

He finds himself standing in a cave once he's back on solid ground and is able to actually look around. He wipes sand and dust onto his pants and looks at Viktor. The shorter man visibly relaxes, his shoulders dropping from their previously tense position. He lets out a sigh and spins in a slow circle as he takes the cave in. He runs his hand over one of the walls, tracing the lines that are scratched into the stone. Tristan stays stood behind him. He raises his hand, hovering over Vik's shoulder before hesitating and dropping it back down to his side.

"This uh..." Viktor pauses for a moment. His voice is soft, softer than Tristan has ever heard it before in their time on the ship together. It's barely above a whisper, and for a moment Tristan isn't even sure if he'd heard Vik speak at first until he continued. "This is my home town. I used to live in one of the ocean-side townhouses. My parents are still there, I think. I... Haven't spoken to them for a while."

Tristan doesn't know what to say to that. Vik turns around and presses his back against the wall, the coldness of the stone seeping through his skin and offering a nice reprieve from the warmer summer evening. His lips curl up into a small smile as he looks out of the mouth of the cave, gazing out into the sparkling blue of the ocean. The sun has gotten lower in the time they've been there, the sky slowly turning a pretty mix of pinks and oranges. Viktor stares at the colors with a fondness in his eyes that makes Tristan's heart skip a beat.

"I used to come out here when I was younger. I'd grab a sandwich from the local bakery, or an ice cream if it was warm enough for it, and I'd sit up here and watch the ocean." Viktor moves to stand near the cave entrance. He waves his hand out at the water. "I'd watch the ships pass and I'd be jealous that they could be out there. I always said I'd give anything to be out there too."

"The view is beautiful. I see why you like it so much," Tristan says quietly.

Viktor turns to him and smiles. "It is, isn't it?"

He takes Tristan's hand and pulls him towards the back wall of the cave. He sat down, Tristan sitting beside him. Viktor tucks his legs under himself and curls against Tristan's side. Tristan prays to the Gods that Viktor can't hear the way his heart is racing. He's giddy.

"...Some nights I'd stay out here instead of going home. My parents didn't care too much about where I went," Viktor whispers. "I'd fall asleep to the sound of the waves. It was nice."

"You've never talked about your parents before," Tristan says.

Viktor nods and hums. He loops an arm around Tristan's. "I guess you must feel pretty lucky then, huh?" He jokes with a small laugh, although something in it sounds so distant. He's silent for a moment before continuing. "They aren't worth talking about, really. Neither am I though, so I guess I have that in common with them."

Tristan frowns and turns to Vik. "I think you're worth talking about," He says. "I'd love to hear more... If you want to share anything, obviously."

Viktor smiles back only slightly and looks down to hide it. His hair falls into his face. Beautiful, Tristan thinks. "Thanks."

They sit together quietly for a while watching as the sun continues to set, admiring the shifting colors of the sky. Viktor takes hold of Tristan's hand and intertwines their fingers. Tristan looks away from the sunset to focus on Viktor. The way his hair falls into his face casts a small shadow over his skin. The warm light of the sun lights up the already amber color of Viktor's eyes in a way that makes Tristan love him even more. His lips settle into a comfortable smile.

Viktor seems to feel eyes on him then and turns to look at Tristan. Their eyes lock, and for a moment time stops. Tristan's eyes flicker between Viktor's lips and eyes as his cheeks heat up. Vik shifts slight and lets go of Tristan's hand, resting his palm against Tristan's cheek. He leans in and pauses just as Tristan could feel the warm breath on his face.

Tristan nods and Viktor smiles as he closes the gap between their lips. Tristan runs his fingers through Viktor's hair as he kisses back, melting against the soft warmth of Viktor's body.

"Viktor? Tristan?"

The sound of Renie calling their names make them break apart. They look at each other in dead silence for a few seconds before busting out laughing and leaning back into each other.

[randoimago]

Picking up sea shells with Caroline and Justine, Lavenza, Jose h/c, please! Let kids be kids!

Picking Up Seashells

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Caroline, Justine, Lavenza, Jose

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Yes! I always love Reader as a Parental Figure or Older Sibling Figure to kids. They deserve happiness too!!

Also, while I did use the " x Reader" tag, these are all purely platonic!! Just clarifying cause internet people can get weird.

Caroline + Justine

They state that this is just for persona training or something. That whoever gets the best sea shells wins some prize that wasn't actually made clear.

Caroline picks up one sea shell and yelps as a crab pops out. It doesn't hurt her, but it does frighten her a bit. She tries to act like it's no big deal while Justine pokes fun at her.

They each make sure to show you any sea shells they find, wanting your praise and approval. Caroline views this as a competition, wanting you to praise her more than Justine. But Justine is just having fun (and honestly finding the prettier sea shells, but she lets Caroline have her victory).

Jose

Oh he absolutely loves seeing the seashells. Flowers are nice, but these seashells look even more pretty!

Wonders if he can drink the shells too. If they get grinded up enough... Like protein powder for his flower smoothies. (please don't let him eat the seashells).

Makes sure to collect the prettiest shells to show to you. He wants to make them into a necklace or bracelet but doesn't know how. It can be another fun playdate.

Lavenza

She's very interested in seeing all the different kinds of seashells. Finds Sand Dollars to be very interesting. She asks you what sorts of things can be bought with them.

Not a huge fan of getting close to the ocean to find shells, but she can't help squealing when the incoming waves touch her feet as she's picking a shell up. It's very adorable, especially when's trying to seem prim and proper as she gives you the shell she got.

Asks you many ocean facts. She just gets curious from the shell hunting and wants to know more about the beach and ocean. Ocean visits will become a common activity that you both do.

[deadbydangit]

Since I was there and it was such a beautiful day.

A beach day with them.

Felix, Nea, Dwight

Felix Ritcher

Doesn't matter where he is; he's an architect.

It's not just his job, it's a hobby.

So when he sees sand, he wants to build a sandcastle.

It isn't childish, it's art.

And he totally brought his own sand toys.

And he totally told the cashier that they were for him when he bought them.

But he is really good at making sandcastles.

So much so that people stop and take pictures.

Some kids will even join him.

He's really sweet with them too; letting them help, even if they mess something up.

"Future architects of the world. You learn from those mistakes."

He's so encouraging.

And you better believe that you're joining in too.

He doesn't care if you're any good.

He just wants to spend time with you, showing you something he loves.

After, he usually likes to lay in the sun.

Make sure he's got sunscreen on, or he's going to burn.

Felix is good about listening to you though.

Even with sunscreen, he still gets a little burnt.

He is very fair skinned, so it's to be expected.

He usually shrugs it off.

He's the type who will get so relaxed that he'll fall asleep.

Don't let him fall asleep.

Because he won't be waking back up for a while.

After all is said and done, he likes to watch the sunset with you.

Let him wrap his arm around you and lean your neck into his shoulder.

Beautiful sunset with the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

Can't get any better than that.

Nea Karlson

She wants to surf.

She's never surfed before.

But she is going to try.

It can't be that much different than skateboarding, right?

Well, it kind of is.

But that isn't going to stop her.

Oh yeah, you're going too.

It's okay if you're afraid, she'll be there the whole time.

If you really want to, you can share a board.

It is possible.

Actually, she wants to do that.

That way, she can hold onto you.

She gets to look tough and cool.

And she gets close to you.

That's a win-win for her.

Nea could pretty much go all day if she didn't have to eat.

And she's a big eater.

She's going to buy two burgers just for herself.

Don't worry, she got you food too.

At the end of the day, she wants to watch the sunset from a cliff.

She's also getting ice cream.

"They only had one cone left. So we have to share."

They didn't, but, again, she wants to be close to you.

Her moves are right out of a cheesy beach romance movie.

But what's wrong with that?

She just wants to be closer to you.

Dwight Fairfield

He isn't as adventurous as the others.

Dwight is the type to play things safe and stay under the umbrella to people watch.

He won't stop you if you want to go out into the ocean.

"Just don't go too far."

You're getting lathered up in sunscreen first.

He also wants to be that stereotypical boyfriend and put sunscreen on your back.

Just let him have that.

Again, he plays it safe.

He'll put some on too.

He's still going to burn, but it won't be as bad.

He enjoys collecting sea shells though.

Every time he finds one, he's going to show you proudly.

"Look at this one. It's pretty. Not as pretty as you though."

Again, just let him have it.

If you do manage to get him in the water, Dwight will playfully splash you.

Make sure to splash him back.

When the sun is setting, he's going to have you sit on his lap while you watch it.

He'll pull out one more shell he was hiding.

"This one looked like a heart. So I wanted to give it to you."

His cheeks are all pink from the sun.

And the fact that he just spent a romantic day with the person he loves most in the world.

[smoothoperador]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers! 💕🥰

the ocean in general—more specifically spending a day at the beach, running in the sand playing beach racket, swimming out to the buoy and racing my brother back (he always wins. I'm faster, but he's got much better stamina), collapsing exhausted on the towel and dozing off to the sound of the waves crashing below, only waking up a few minutes before sunset, and scouring the shore for pretty shells until the air gets too chilly to stay out. or that feeling of floating on your back, ears underwater and sunlight hitting your face, feeling like nothing in the world can harm you, like you exist outside of hurt and fatigue. or being on a long car ride to the seaside and finally seeing the promised ocean out the window after so many hours, like it's been waiting for you (equal parts foreboding and loving). or having drunk a little with friends and someone—can't even remember who at this point—suggests a midnight dip and everyone follows, laughing too hard and earning you impressed glances from passersby—how do they even do it, the water's so cold at this hour! they think, but they don't know the only way I like it is under twenty degrees and my belly is warm from the rum anyway.

waking up in the morning knowing I'm seeing friends or heading out to do something fun today. no matter how little I've slept, I'm always so full of energy

walking past a dog in the street and they trot up to me to sniff my legs and give me a grin—I always always grin back, and try very hard not to pet them because it's still an unfamiliar dog; but who's the best boy who deserves the best scratches hm? who's the bestest boy?

music!! finding the exact song that correlates to my mood, that works perfectly for the scenario I'm imagining or this piece I'm writing. feeling the lyrics, instruments, and melodies hit me to my core and intertwine with my blood. replaying the same part over and over because I didn't savor it enough. just getting lost in my own mental world with nothing but my music.

writing. at the end of the day, it's all about writing. and I don't think I'm good at it anymore, if I was ever good at it to begin with, but I miss it terribly.

[ladylilithprime]

"I probably should have asked some clarifying questions," you sigh as you stare at the massive coiled serpent in your bed. Huge golden eyes blink at you, and you shake your head, a wry sort of smile tugging at your lips. "Just to be clear, this change of shape doesn't alter your diet too much, right? Not gonna try and devour me in the non-maritally-approved manner?"

"No," your spouse whispers with a tiny shake of that massive head. You can't quite help wincing as the motion sends a corresponding ripple all through the coils, making the bed shake and knocking over a book on the nightstand. It's still reassuring that your spouse can still talk.

"Good, that's good," you mutter, and then give yourself a tiny shake. You can freak out if you need to later, but in the meantime your spouse is trusting you with a pretty big part of themself that they've kept secret for who even knows how long, and you did just say that you'd still love them. A change is species doesn't change the person, or your mother never would have given up her tail for legs so many years ago. "So... Those scales sound like they're kinda dry. Have you been oiling them at all?"

"No," your spouse admits, though this time they hold still, eyes closing. "Hard to reach... everywhere..."

"Bet it goes easier with someone to help," you hum, thinking. You still have a soft shirt that's too small to wear but would work okay as a giant oil cloth, and after a bit of digging in the closet you find it. It takes a little longer to decide where to start, not to mention where to sit, but once you're back on the bed and leaning up against your spouse's scaled side as you start rubbing the cloth gently over the scales of their face they start to relax.

"Why?" they ask, whisper soft and bewildered, as you rub at the dry patch you found at the base of their frill, alternating using the cloth and your fingers to clear the dry flakes and spread the oil more fully.

It's a question that could mean many different things - why you're here, why you're helping them, why you're being so calm, why... anything - and for a moment you cannot answer. Your thoughts drift to salty sea air, to walls built high and hard, to wistful longing and songs of starfish and seafoam, to twisting spires beneath the ocean's surface which you've only seen once. You remember darkness, fear, and high, cold laughter, storms raging and waves crashing, and the hard stone beneath bare feet, cold metal heating in your hands, and the first time you witnessed true madness. And you think back to days spent learning a new side to your heritage, to meeting aunts you had only ever heard of in passing, to your mother's smiling face as she looks up at your father on the beach and your grandfather's proud, sad smile as he watches from the waves.

You think of the silver fork still kept in a jewelry box, and of a shell locket that is never far from reach, and you smile.

"I know a thing or two about what someone might choose to do for the one they love," you say, kissing the softened scales of your spouse's serpent cheek.

Out of the blue, your spouse asked you if you would still love them if they turned into a worm. Thinking it was a little odd, you said that yes, of course you would. It was a short time later when you realized that they actually meant “wyrm.”

[leyyvi]

Leybaby, I know we’re all still high from maid kitty Levi. But Omg it’s officially May and Mermaid Levi will always have a chokehold on me 🫠 thoughts on mermaid levi? Levi being all Ariel-y in love but with his foul mouth, all he is saying is “shit, you’re a brat, but holy fucking poseidon, you are so fucking pretty I wanna have legs so I can walk with you.” Ahhhh i am running laps I love mermaid levi and it’s officially May.

Also, I also wondered what would Mermaid levi look in ley’s adorable art style 🥹😵‍💫

content: Mermaid!Levi x Reader; fluff

wordcount:  ~2k

warnings: none

You first saw the merman last summer. On a trip with your close friend Hange in search of "exotic species" in the ocean. which was silly because everything could be considered exotic in these waters.

But what truly embodied that description was a figure who'd occasionally pop their head up on the surface of the water to watch you explore the tide pools in the early mornings. Hange didn't tag along on these particular expeditions, for they were the farthest from being a morning person.

Which was a shame because that's when you found the most interesting creatures in the water.

Though this man never approached you, never came close enough to even see his face. He was merely a shadow in the water, the top of a head peeking shyly at you. There was a point where you might've thought he was merely a figment of your imagination if he didn't speak on the last few days you explored that area of the beach.

You picked up a shell to examine it closely, watching how it shimmered under the early morning sun.

"That's poisonous," a voice spoke out in the shallow water. It's the same figure that's quietly observed you the last few months. Speaking actual words that you can understand.

You blink at him, momentarily entranced by the low baritone in his warning. Then you smile. "No it's not."

His brow furrows as the rest of his head leaves the water to get a closer look at what you're holding. He swims a few inches towards you. You still, allowing him to observe the shell in your palm. It's the closest he's ever gotten to you and--to put it bluntly?

He's beautiful.

His long, blue tail shines just under the surface of the water. The end of his tail, seemingly a translucent set of fins, flicker slightly under your gaze. The ends of his hair stick to his face as he rises up from the water. A tentative hand snakes up to yours, poking the shell. 

Your breath can’t leave your lungs in this proximity. He’s so close.

Part of you wonders if it’s safe to be in thigh-high water with this man--creature swimming this close by. What’s to say he hasn’t been watching your behavior for hunting purposes all summer?

“Could you stop gawking? You look like a fish.”

“Funny, coming from someone with gills--” you quickly retort. He huffs, smacking the shell out of your hand with a glare. 

“Tell your shitty friend to stop taking things from the water,” is all he says before swimming off, a light splash of his tail reaching your arms. 

You stand there, watching his silhouette disappear behind the small swell of a wave. 

It was the last time you saw him that summer, no sign of the top of his head, or the flicker of his fins. Merely the few words prompting you to suggest you and Hange find another collection spot for their antics. And the faint memory of him that lingered throughout the rest of the year.

===

Summer approaches after what feels like an eternity. The thought of that unknown sort-of-man fades into a distant memory over the long months. And despite the little inhibitions on venturing out to Hange's distant relative's beachhouse for "extensive research", you tag along anyway.

"I'm tellin' ya! Erwin said mermaids exist and I can't tell if he's messing with me or if they're real. But I'm gonna find out! He said they like to come out during dusk since people don't really go in the water."

"I don't think any would come out if we're in the water right now, though. They might be scared." You glance around, the orange hues ripple across the surface of the water at your ankles. There's been no sign of any "mermaids" or "mermen" alike. "Or they really don't exist."

Hange hums, disappointment evident on their face as they push up their glasses. Though it doesn't last long, their habits for turning any negative situation into a positive allows them to perk up quickly. "We will try again tomorrow!"

You've had your reasons for not telling Hange of your interactions last year. For fear of looking or sounding delusional--but there was also a slight fear of what Hange would try to do to were they to actually see him. Even if he was kind of rude, it wouldn't be fair to subject him to Hange's antics for now.

You don't mention the possibility of trying to look for them in the morning, but you still try to find him yourself.

The first month passes without any sign of him. So you resort to looking for the unique shells you usually hunt for in your free time.

"Didn't I tell you to stop taking things from the water?"

You jump, dropping the handful of shells you were sifting through in your palm and effectively undoing all your hard work. When you turn around, it's him. The same grumpy upper half of his face peeking over the water. The same tone of his voice that could pass off as a lecture for bad behavior-as if he's chastising a child.

"You told me to tell my friend," you defend. His glare hardens. "And I don't take them unless they're broken."

"Why would you take something broken? That's stupid."

"Because an animal might need the unbroken one, duh--hey!"

His tail swishes, causing a small wave to splash your upper half. "That's what you get."

"For what?!"

"Telling your crazy friend about... me. They come out here everyday now."

So he was watching?

"I didn't say anything about you. Another friend suggested the idea--but I think it was a joke."

"A shitty joke."

"I didn't tell them about you," you persist.

"Keep it that way," he snips with a flick of his hair from his face. His silver-blue eyes glance at the rising sun. "I shouldn't even be talking to you. You shouldn't know I exist."

"I won't tell anyone."

The blue lands on you now, narrowing in scrutinization. He says nothing before making a move to leave.

"Wait!"

He stops, but doesn't turn around.

"Could you tell me your name at least?"

Water drips down from the tips of his locks, cascading down his toned shoulders and back into the sea.

"Levi."

And then he's gone again.

It goes on like this for another month. You quietly seek him out under the facade of looking at shells. He observes from afar with a periodic question that's usually followed by a snip of sarcasm. There's not much conversation happening, but he does stare. Much more than you do.

Sometimes Levi will swim around  in the deeper parts of the water, his presence only being announced by a quick swish of his tail. He's not too close, but not too far either.

"What do you do with those, anyway?" He asks one day, noting the small pile of broken shells that sit on the rock you've perched yourself on top of. Your feet dangle in the water as you soak up the early morning sun. The water may be cold, but it serves to soothe the already obscenely warm air.

"Put them in a jar. Make necklaces out of them sometimes."

Levi scoffs as he props himself halfway up on the rock a few feet away.

You frown at him. "For someone who holds so much disdain towards people, you sure do come by here often."

Indignant, Levi's tail flickers in consideration of splashing you again. A habit of his when he has nothing better to respond with. "I was here first."

"Do you want me to leave?"

He blinks, jaw clenching with deliberation. "Do what you want."

So you stay. He doesn't leave either.

"You said you shouldn't be talking to me."

"The others say people are dangerous. One of you is."

"I could be dangerous."

"Not as much as Glasses. I've seen that fishing net they drag around with them."

“They’re too loud to catch anything. Scares all the fish away the second they get near the water.” 

“Doesn’t surprise me. Hey, you missed one.” Levi scoots closer, his pinky brushing against your outer thigh as he reaches to pick out a missed broken shell. Both of you flinch, meet eyes--and then avert away. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind or anything.” 

His tail swishes side to side. “You always stare at it,” Levi notes. The water sprawls off the edges of the fins that rise over the surface. 

“I don’t mean to.” 

“...Do you wanna touch it?”

"You'd let me?"

It swishes closer to your ankles, tickling your skin. You reach down, brushing off the blue-eyed stare that watches with caution, yet hinted with a sort of expectancy. 

So slowly, the tips of fingers meet the edges of his shimmering scales. He twitches, but your curiosity serves to persist with the careful strokes. It’s slimy, but not as bad as you assumed. His breath stutters, tail freezes.

"it's pretty," you mumble, watching the iridescent glow from his waist to the end of his fins. When you meet his gaze, he blinks. His cheeks pink as his throat bobs from a nervous swallow. You scoot closer in his direction on the rock, shin bumping into his tail again.

"You can feel mine, too," you suggest. He swallows again, chest rising and falling. It seems he's been curious about your legs too with how he reaches over. His knuckle grazes over the top of your right thigh.

The instinctive shudder causes him to pull back. "Sorry, it tickled."

Levi waits one heartbeat before returning. His finger trails from your knee up to your shorts, experimentally tugging on the material.

"This feels disgusting."

"Well I have to wear it or I'd be naked."

"So? We're naked all the time."

"Even if you have... You know."

His head tilts, brows pinched in genuine confusion. Your face warms. "Um, nevermind."

Another gentle wave rolls through the water, nudging Levi's tail into your shins. His hand dips under the water and skates around your ankles. Your feet wiggle out of reaction.

"Why do you come out here when they tell you not to?"

He hums in thought. "I like to watch those." Levi points upwards into the sky. Clouds. "Can't see them so well at home."

"What's it like? Your home.'

"Dry.'

"Really?"

"Seriously? It was a joke."

"I don't know! Don't laugh!!"

"I have this--" his tail flips against the water surface,"--or did you forget?"

“Fine. Don’t tell me anything interesting.”

“Don’t pout, it’s unbecoming.”

You scoff, kicking water towards him and he pushes off from the rock. He pops under the surface and there’s a split second where you believe he might’ve left. Until his head peeks over the water again. If he were floating further up, then you might've caught the smile at the corners of his lips.

You hang out almost every morning after that. Offering hints of each other’s lives and different perspectives of the world. You tell him how Hange’s still adamant on catching a “mermaid”, and how they’ve traveled miles down the beach from where they originally started. 

He tells you how he gets scolded for leaving without telling his family where he’s going. And how over the weeks, the world beyond water might even be a little intriguing despite how troublesome the boats and “obnoxious Glasses” are. 

One might’ve thought you two had grown to become acquaintances--friends even. And on the last day it feels almost melancholic knowing you won’t return until next summer. With no way to contact Levi. 

“You’re coming back, right?” He asks.

“Yup, next year.” You grin at the question, tilting your head. “Try not to miss me too much.”

“As if I would.” 

The splashes of saltwater on each other have become more of a sign of affection rather than annoyance. 

“It’s too bad we can’t like... write to each other.”

“You could use a conch shell. Sure you’ve grabbed at least a thousand of ‘em this summer.”

“What--like a cellphone?”

“I’m fucking kidding. You think we’d actually use conch shells to communicate?”

“I don’t know--maybe!!” 

A smirk spreads across Levi’s cheeks as his eyes roll. “You better come back next summer.” 

He pokes your thigh, just like so many times he’s already done the last couple of months. Small touches, looks, changes of expression. In your time together, you’ve come to the realization he might’ve softened up a bit. 

“I will,” you reassure, your palm slipping over the top of his wet hand. “Promise.”

[moonchildstyles]

imagine aster h taking yn to the beach 🥺🥺 he’d be so cute, not letting her carry anything even tho she insists and eventually he reluctantly gives in and he’s like “ok baby u can take this” and hands her the bag with towels and sunscreen while he’s carrying their chairs and umbrella and maybe even a cooler bc he wants to make sure his girl is always hydrated 🥺 and maybe yn would be a little insecure bc her parents never really let her wear a bikini (she went with sarah to get her first one recently) and obviously she knows h has seen her naked and all that but she’s gonna be in public and so she’s a little shy at first but h is like reassuring her and telling her every little thing he loves ab her. and when they put sunscreen on each other, h mumbles “cant have u burning up lovebug” and yn is like 🥺🥺🥺 and she decides she wants to put his on too and it’s just so cute and soft. and maybe we even get some jealous h because some guys are looking at yn and he understands bc she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen but that’s HIS girl and maybe he gets super clingy and they splash around and have fun in the ocean... god there’s so much you could do with it, im sorry i got carried away SKSLCMMD

THIS ENTIRE THING HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD SINCE U SENT IT llike I cannot stop thinking about it🥺 I can see this happening when they go on like vacation and when h told her that he planned on taking her to this beach she got really excited but still nervous bc maybe she can't swim that well and also like the whole swimsuit thing so Sarah goes w her to pick out her first like real bikinis and they’re nothing like crazy but its still a big deal to her and she waits until they really go to the beach to show harry what they are bc shes just nervous!!! like what if he doesn't like them and sure hes seen her naked but this is really different cause like its not just them and like shes just really nervous so when they get to the beach hes super attentive being the one trying to carry all the bags and do all the things for her and shes just ? I can carry stuff !!!!! so he gives her the smallest bag and tells her to be careful walking in the sand and make sure of where she steps and stuff and when they find a good spot for them h is the one that sets it all up and makes sure she knows where the water is and he brought snacks for her and just all the things bc hes just a worrier when it comes to her🥺 and when she takes off her cover up hes sososo cute about it and telling her how pretty she looks and how he loves the colors and just hyping her the way he does and even tho shes a little unsure about pda since they’re on vacation hes able to get some kisses in and a quick little cuddle before he makes it his priority to get her in some sunblock and he takes his time doing the back of her neck and the little spots she cant get and I can see him putting some on her face and being really gentle and careful and I can literally hear him saying "cant have u burning up lovebug" like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and then shes like its her turn to take care of him so he sits down on the little pink towel she brought for herself and is really careful getting every spot and making sure his tattoos are covered bc he told her one time about how the sun can make them fade faster so shes super careful making sure hes all covered and I think shed give him a little kiss on his cheek telling him she was finished🥺 AND PLAYING IN THE WATER OMG🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I think he'd be really careful w her bc he knows she can't swim much at all so he holds her and wades them out as far as shes comfortable and that gives him and excuse to hold her🥺 and they'd play some splashing games and he'd chase her around in the water and maybe they'd find some pretty shells together🥺 and when they'd go back and lay out and just like sit w each other in the sun and have some snacks and water h would notice some guys looking at her and hes just...the jealous type so while he understands where they're coming from bc ofc look at her!!!! I think he'd make a point to pull her into his lap and like hold her and just really make it known that they're there together and just....this is everything to me