#ariel voice gift

[killuaisaprincess]

part of your world

The loss of his voice isn’t a downside…

It’s a weapon in disguise. A good one. No one ever likes it when he speaks. Not his mind, not anything. The trade of his voice for freedom… the joy of a pair of human legs, something he always has wanted…

Easy choice.

Everything is so warm… and comforting. He keeps touching the fabric of his blue dress, again and again, giggling, although not a sound reaches the world, twirling around. It’s so soft, and not… wet and cold… and it’s cute… and it makes his heart soar, and- he feels confident almost… sort of cute…

He looks over himself in the mirror again, a wide smile on his face, as he plays with the large blue bow intermingled with his soft locks of wispy silver. He tugs it a few times, a slight pain shooting down his skull, but the tingles of joy outlast it.

He looks down and over at Gotoh, trying to communicate with his purple crab friend, spinning around.

Gotoh taps around the dresser, clearing his throat.

“You look quite stunning, Master Killua.”

Killua beams, picking him up and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, rushing out the door.

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“How’s it going? Is it going well?”

Zushi splashes up and down in the water, trying to get a glimpse of his friend.

“It’s going well, I believe.”

Gotoh feared the worse, but… seeing Killua so happy…

“I have never seen Master Killua so happy before.”

They must find a way to make it last.

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Not having a voice is a good thing. No one likes when he speaks… they might hate him if he does anyway… and Killua’s liked…

Liked spending time with Gon…

Gon took him in so quickly, literally sweeping him off his feet from a big ball of black… what’s the word? Fuzz?

Gon introduced it as Kon… and it seemed friendly…

Everyone seemed friendly… Mito, who helped dress him… Leorio, who seemed so keen on Gon getting married…

Gon was so warm, like the sun… his smile made him feel all safe, and… his arms were so powerful and comforting and-

If Killua had a voice, he would sigh…

“You look cute!”

Killua’s face goes red. His skin gets all clammy and hot, and he equates the feeling to a flickering flame…

He plays with the edges of his hair, wishing he had a dinglehopper, shaking his head furiously.

Gon laughs and holds his hand out for Killua to take.

Killua takes it, bathing in the warmth of it, still blushing, as Gon guides him along the path.

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Killua can’t wipe the smile off his face; there’s so much human stuff here! He eagerly runs around pointing out things to Gon, who likely has seen them every day of his life, but Killua can’t help it.

He almost falls into one of the merchant's displays, and Gon wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him back gently, and Killua turns around and looks up, puffing out his cheeks, pointing to the whole set of dinglehoppers.

Gon grins and removes his arm slowly, still lingering near Killua as he smiles dashingly at the merchant.

“I will take one set, please.”

Killua’s eyes go wide, and he grabs Gon’s arm in excitement, giddily hopping.

“Leorio won’t be happy with me, but…”

He takes the box from the man gently, going to put it in their wagon, climbing up the steps with ease, and offering Killua a hand to take, who readily takes it, stepping up and then jumping.

“Woah. Easy!”

Killua lands in Gon’s chest; feeling those weighted arms around his waist, breathing heavily, his heart skipping a beat, a pretty pink painting over his cheeks, as he looks up, lips parted and big blue eyes wide.

Gon’s cheeks flush, and he grins sheepishly, slowly dropping his arms to his side, taking Killua’s forearm gently and helping him sit down.

“You sure like forks, huh?”

Killua still feels warm, and he nods, not really getting what forks are.

“I’m the same!”

Killua looks over inquisitively as Gon pulls out a smaller box from the back of the wagon, brushing the wood off, and opening the small golden hatch.

Killua stares at the hooks, blinking.

“They’re fishing hooks; I like to collect them, even though I don’t fish.”

He takes one out and places it in Killua’s hand. It’s cold, familiar… and almost terrifying but oddly beautiful. Killua runs his finger over it stopping at the end and touching the sharp edge.

Pain.

It’s sharp and stinging, and Killua flinches, almost dropping it, panic flitting across his face. He doesn’t want to drop something precious to Gon.

“Careful!”

Gon’s voice is gentle, and he takes the hook from Killua rubbing the edge with his shirt, and putting it back, all but throwing the box to the side.

Confusing… Killua thought it meant a lot to Gon…

Gon takes his hand carefully and examines his finger, sighing in relief.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll wrap it up when we get back, okay? I just have one more place to go…”

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It’s amazing. Killua had never looked at the water from this angle before, although Gon called it a “pond,” whatever that meant…

He sits on the edge of the cobblestone stairs, smiling peacefully, looking back at Gon, who is staring at something that looks like an instrument, making Killua’s face fall.

He’s doing it again… Killua presses his fingers up to his throat, swallowing back tears.

Hanging out with Gon… Killua isn’t sure he can do it anymore. Force Gon to love him.

He wants Gon to be happy… if Gon isn’t happy with him… then…

Forget it. Even though… he wants to be a human. He loves it. Not… not…

Gon has this dreamy look once in a while, like he’s looking for someone else…

He can’t stop the warm tears that start to plop onto his cheeks. He can hear Gon gasp and feel him tense up when their shoulders brush together as he sits down.

“What’s wrong?”

Killua shakes his head, an unheard sob stuck in his throat, and he wipes tears away, looking over with a fake grin, a silent laugh leaving his lips.

He doesn’t want to lose this…

Gon’s eyes are so filled with distress, and Killua tries to will the tears away, looking out at the water, blinking back the burning, stinging sensation.

“It’s okay. Hey…”

Gon’s voice is gentle as he shimmies closer, pressing his fingers carefully against Killua’s shoulder blade.

Warm. It only makes him cry harder, an endless wave.

“Hey… here, hold your hands out.”

Gon gently takes his hands, and Killua’s breath hitches as silent as his sobs. Gon’s hands are much larger than his and warmer, and feel stronger… the rough surface and the lines and small bumps, blisters, calluses…

Gon pushes his hands out, and Killua stares wide-eyed and dumbfounded, little sparkling lights of fireflies dancing on the water.

One comes close to his hand and lands in his palm, and Gon gently clasps his hands together so he is holding it, the small refractors of light shining through.

“It’s pretty, right?”

Killua looks at it, tears slipping past his cheeks, nodding.

“Just like you.”

He gaps air leaving his lungs and his mouth falling open like the sound would reach the air, his ears burning, and his chest swelling.

Gon brushes his thumb against his cheek, wiping away a tear.

“So please don’t cry… uhh…”

Killua looks over and slowly lets the firefly go, gently poking Gon’s hand.

Gon gives him his full attention smiling softly.

“Yeah?”

Killua traces the letter K.

“K? Ohhh! I get it! Uhh, let’s seeee… Kevin…?”

Killua furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head in disgust.

I.

“Uhh, Kit?”

No…

Killua freezes, looking away; Gon stops guessing and pauses.

“What’s wrong?”

Killua shakes his head. He doesn’t like his name. His stomach drops, and he wishes he had never even started this dumb game.

Gon gently takes his hand like he’s a princess, and Killua peeks through his bangs.

“Hey. I’m sure your name is beautiful, just like you.”

Killua shakes his head and uses his other hand to trace the other letters furiously.

K. I. L. L. U. A.

“Killua?”

Killua turns away, visibly sighing, his shoulders dropping and head lowering.

“That is a pretty name!”

Huh…?

Liar!

Killua doesn’t believe him! B-but he sounds so genuine… he looks over shyly, playing with his hair.

Gon just smiles like he’s the whole world, genuinely.

“It’s pretty like you.”

The hair on Killua’s neck stands on end, his whole frame taut and blood rushing to his face, as he screams since it won’t reach anyone and buries his face in Gon’s chest, grabbing his arm.

Gon chuckles lightly, and it’s like the sound of bells in the air, and Killua shifts, smiling.

Just for now… he can enjoy this.

[yuri-is-online]

Without Saying (Floyd and Ruggie x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, feral ariel (Floyd) vs light angst again (Ruggie). If you liked this please check out the previous parts on my masterlist.

Floyd

Under normal circumstances, a quiet Floyd was a suspicious Floyd but today- well today it was just odd. He doesn't look bored per se, just idle standing next to a very tall woman with similarly colored hair who is slowly, carefully, with extreme focus examining every inch of what you think is a novelty piggy bank shaped like the school's wishing well.

"Are you done yet Mamma?" Floyd sounds like he is being careful not to yawn.

"Hush now Floydie," she doesn't even blink, that's how tight her focus is, "Mamma is concentrating." Mrs. Leech's lips are tightly pursed while Floyd mutters something about going to get some candy and slinks off while you question if getting involved in this conversation is part of your job description or even smart. Unfortunately for you by the time you look back up from your clipboard Mrs. Leech has moved directly in front of your face in complete silence. "Human-" you go to scream but she silences you with a look you can't tell is from magic or practice raising the twins "Human can you help me with something?" She doesn't even wait for you to agree before holding up the piggy bank. "What exactly is the purpose of this object?"

"That?" You are surprised your voice doesn't give out entirely as she vigorously nods. "The piggy bank?"

"I see, I see." She nods sagely, immediately whipping around to where she evidently thought her son still was, shrugging undeterred as she decides to simply yell. "FLOYD! IT'S CALLED A PIGGY BANK."

"That's nice Mamma." Calls Floyd, oddly coming off as polite and rational from somewhere deep within the Mystery Shop. " But like what does it do?"

"EXCELLENT QUESTION! Say human what does it do?" You are deeply tempted to say that this woman cannot be serious but you don't really want to find out. You draw yourself up to your full height and nod.

"You put coins in it." Mrs. Leech blinks, a bit taken aback.

"Wait really?" Bravely, with a reasonable fear of being bitten, you reach over and gently lift up the top of the wishing well to show her the coin slot.

"I'm pretty sure this one plays a song when you put a coin in too." You explain.

"But it's so tiny?" She marvels, repeatedly opening and shutting the top of the bank. "How're you supposed to keep your money safe if it's so fragile? But then again I do keep most of mine with my husband..."

"Uhm it's supposed to be a fun gift for little kids." It occurs to you that she might find that offensive since it did look like she was buying it for herself. "To teach them about saving money, at least where I'm from anyway."

"Oh how cute. That settles it, I am definitely getting this." As if sensing that it is check out time Floyd shuffles over and immediately perks up.

"Little Shrimpy! Were you the one helping my mom?" He seems really happy, causing you to breathe a light sigh of relief. Mrs. Leech looks confused, zeroing in on you with the same concentration from earlier.

"Yeah. Trying to anyway." You nervously say; Mrs. Leech's attention turns to her son.

"Aww, how cute. You fishin' for a favor shrimpy?" Normally you would play along with his teasing, but your eyes dart awkwardly to Mrs. Leech whose attention is back on you, then the piggy bank, then you then her son, then you agai-

"Not really, I'm just trying to do my job." You awkwardly laugh and Floyd pouts.

"Spring or Summer?" Mrs. Leech asks cheerfully. To your surprise she has somehow managed to snatch up a second piggy bank within the .2 seconds since you took her attention off her.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh just wondering that's all." She has a very serene smile on her face. Almost too serene. Like you just somehow signed away your soul because you didn't read some fine print. "I'm more partial to Spring myself." You try to look to Floyd for some context but for some reason, he's refusing to make eye contact. Weird.

Ruggie

"Thank you dear." The elderly beastwoman breathes a sigh of relief as you help her settle onto a bench next to the Coliseum. "Goodness, Ruggie warned me this place was big but I didn't realize just how serious he was." You nod, unscrewing the cap on one of the water bottles you brought with you for the old lady. She takes it thankfully and you breathe a gentle sigh of relief, not that Granny Bucchi had been anything more than a bit winded when you found her, but it was still worrying to see an old woman bent over like that. "I really should have just waited for him."

"Didn't he promise to meet you at the mirror chamber?" You ask, trying not to sound too judgmental. You find it hard to believe someone who spoke as fondly of his grandmother at Ruggie wouldn't want to escort her around, Granny Bucchi looks at you sheepishly sort of confirming that.

"He doesn't actually know that I'm here just yet, I wanted to surprise him." She tries to pass you back the water back but you shake your head. The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence, the sort you only ever get while relaxing with a cup of tea, or in this case a nice old lady who is genuinely enjoying the campus scenery. It's so nice Grim curls himself up into your lap for a little nap. Granny Bucchi scratches just the right place behind his ears to convince the "not a cat" to let out a very cat like purr.

"Did you send him a message to let him know your here?" You whisper, trying not to wake your baby. "If not I can send him one." She lets out a small laugh, similar in sound to her grandson's but still very much her somehow.

"Oh I am sure he'd be half way here already if he knew I had you to myself. Who knows what sort of ideas I could be putting in that head of yours." She winks and takes out her phone, squinting at the keys trying to piece together a message. "You should still send him one though, you'll probably be faster than me."

"Do you mind if I take a picture?" You ask sheepishly. "You know so Ruggie knows you're ok." Lies you just want a picture of you with Granny Bucchi. Sure, to Twisted Wonderland she is just some lady, but she is easily celebrity tier to you with how much glowing praise Ruggie heaps on her.

"Oh please do!" To your surprise she seems genuinely excited and strikes a little pose. What a natural, Vil has nothing on this woman. Not that you are going to say that out loud because you don't have a death wish. You happily text Ruggie as Granny Bucchi looks on fondly. "Do you like taking pictures?" Her voice is much softer than it has been in the admittedly little conversation you have had. "Ruggie sends me a lot of the ones you've given him from your ghost camera, I keep trying to ask him if you're planning on being a photographer in the future but he always dodges the question." She's clearly curious and you can't blame her, you just aren't sure how to answer.

"The future is a bit complicated for me." Is what you settle on, really hoping it doesn't loose you points.

"Oh you don't need to feel bad about that." Her eyes are filled with warmth and affection that you haven't felt in a long time, it's enough to make you want to cry. "Technically the future is complicated for everyone, some of us just muscle through it better than others. Case in point." Granny hauls her self up and nudges you to turn around. Ruggie is staring at both of you with a strange look in his eyes, but when he makes eye contact with you he shakes himself out of whatever mood that was and jogs up to meet you both.

It would be nice, you think, if you could do this again.

[stylespctals]

The nanny | Part 2 - Confession

Summary: where Y/N is the nanny for a little girl named Stevie Styles. Her job consists of traveling all around the world with the girls rockstar dad - Harry Styles. What happens when Y/N and Harry start having feelings for one another?

A/N: part 2 of The Nanny series!! Enjoy!

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smut oral f/m receiving, fluff fluff fluff, slight bit of angst but not really, accusing on Harry's end, mentions of weight (Y/N is medium/plus size sorry for not mentioning before but I dont think it really makes a difference 😊)

Part 1

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"Miss Y/N!" you hear as you feel a weight jumping up and down on your bed. You slowly open one eye to see a messy-haired four-year-old, still clad in her ariel pajamas, smiling at you brightly.

"Hi! What are you doing in here you troublemaker." You say as you drag her down on top of you to start tickling her.

"She wanted to wish you good morning, I told her to wait until you were up but she ran in here before I could stop her." You hear a deep voice say from your doorway. You look up and see Harry, only wearing pajama pants and no shirt, leaning against the wall smiling at the two of you.

You look at the clock and see it's seven-thirty in the morning. "Well you're up early," you say hugging the girl close to you. She giggles, "Daddy woke me up 'cause he has a surprise for us!" she gets up and runs to her father and he picks her up and holds her above his head while she squeals.

"Well how about me and you go make breakfast and let Miss Y/N get ready?" He says starting to walk out of the room, giving you a wink. "Oh my gosh can we have pancakes with chocolate syrup and whipped cream!" you hear Stevie yell as she runs towards the kitchen. Harry laughs and follows her down the hall. You sit there smiling, covering your face with your hands, feeling giddy.

After you get up you head into the kitchen to see Stevie sitting on the counter kicking her feet as Harry cooks the pancakes. You see a pile of bacon sitting off to the side, so you walk up and grab one as you slide past Harry.

"So what's the surprise?" You ask as you lean against the counter looking at him.

"I'm gonna be honest the surprise is more for Stevie than you, but I think you'll enjoy it too" he whispers to you, a cocky grin on his face. Leaving you slightly confused.

"Okay let us eat, then I'll get you ready okay lovebug?" he carries Stevie to a stool and places a plate in front of her, she immediately digs in. "Are you excited for your surprise?" he asks, surprised at her quick eating.

"Yes!" Stevie tries to say, her mouth full of food.

You all eat then head to go and get ready. You dress in a black top with pink bows tied on the sleeves and ripped jeans with more bows on the pockets. You accessorize with some simple gold jewelry and pink and white Gucci x gazelle that Harry gifted you.

You walk out of your room into the living room to see Harry helping Stevie put on her little shoes that match yours.

You look at their outfits to see Stevie wearing a pink romper with all the Disney princesses and frilly socks.

Harry, you could not keep your eyes off him. He is dressed in a white shirt, Mickey Mouse on the front, and baggy blue jeans with rips on the knees. He had his hair pulled back by his sunglasses and he had the same shoes on as you and Stevie.

"Hey look we match!" you announce as you walk in the room. They look up at you and Evie runs towards you and tugs on you, dragging you to the door. "I know Daddy picked my outfit and shoes out. But let's gooo please," she says. You look at Harry with a surprised look on your face.

"Yeah lets go. You got everything?" he asks. You nod and you guys pile into the car.

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You guys have been in the car for about 45 minutes. Until you see the large sign that says Disneyland in a fancy font. Harry starts pulling into the parking lot making Evie perk up.

"Oh my god! Disneyland!" She screams, bouncing up and down in her booster seat. "I love you, daddy! Thank you." She almost cries.

"You're welcome, lovebug. I love you to the moon and back." He smiles, his heart warming at the sight of his girl so happy.

"This is amazing, thank you, Harry. But you know, you didn't have to take me with you guys, it could've just been you and Evie. I know how much she's been missing her dad." You say, so extremely grateful to be here, but not wanting to intrude.

Harry looks at you like you're insane. "Y/N I told you this yesterday, you are one of the most important people in my life, and Stevie's. Our lives would be so much different if you were in it and I can't imagine you not being here." He holds your hand, still baffled at the fact you thought he didn't want you here.

"Sorry, I just get a little scared that I'm intruding." He smiles and tells you it's okay and to just trust him.

You spend the rest of the day getting dragged around Disneyland by a very eager four-year-old, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

You guys arrive home absolutely exhausted. Evie is completely passed out and Harry heads to take her upstairs. "I'm going to shower after I put her down. You wanna meet down here when we're done and chat?" He asks

You nod and smile, "Of course, I'll see you down here in a bit."

After your shower, you pull on a brown pleasing jumper and pink plaid sleep shorts. You pull on some fuzzy socks since you know you’ll get cold.

You walk into the living room to see Harry setting up your glasses of wine and putting vinyl on his record player at a low volume.

He’s dressed in blue plaid pajama pants and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. His hair is wet and covering his forehead messily; you don’t think he’s ever looked so good.

You settle down on the couch, Harry smiles at you and sits close to you. You guys start chatting about your day and how adorable Stevie is, so happy that she had fun and enjoyed her day.

“Sooo any new relationships going on in your life?” you ask, teasing him by wiggling your eyebrows.

He chuckles and shakes his head no, “I think I’m ready to settle down with someone that matters.” He says looking deeply into your eyes.

You swallow and nod, “Yeah me too.” you say, your cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

“That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about…” he says, fidgeting; looking really nervous.

You turn your head sideways and look at him with a questioning look coming across your face.

“I’m very nervous to tell you because I’m scared of what your reaction will be. Even if the reaction is good what if it’s for the wrong reason?” he starts to stress about this making you place your hand on his leg and rub it assuringly.

“You can tell me anything Harry I promise I won’t judge,” you say making sure he knows you are here for him.

He looks so deeply into your eyes, you feel your face heat up and a different look enters his eyes that you’ve only seen a handful of times.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he blurts out. Immediately regretting saying it, thinking of all the ways you could reject him.

“What?” you gasp, you swear you feel your heart stopping in your chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He stands up running his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I just thought you felt the same way which you obviously don’t. I’m so sorr-“

You stand up and cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He gasps into your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck; pulling him closer to you.

You pull away with a smile on your face. “I know I’m in love with you.” You say with a giggle looking into his eyes. His face breaks out into a smile and he pulls you in for another kiss.

“I know I’m in love with you too.” He mumbles against your lips as he lays you down on the couch climbing on top of you.

Suddenly he pulls away with a sort of distressed look on his face, “Are you sure you aren’t just saying this because of who I am?” He asks.

You push him off you and look at him like he’s crazy, “How could you even think I would ever do that to someone? Especially you.” you say getting kind of angry at him for accusing you of that.

“No no Y/N I didn’t mean it like that.” He rushes out reaching to grab onto your hands, “It’s just I can’t even count how many times that has happened to me before and I’m just scared because even the people I’ve really trusted have just used me.” he says looking so upset making you frown.

“I would never do that to you,” you say taking his face in your hands. “I love you, Harry, I swear I have since the moment we met.”

He smiles, looking at you fondly, “Me too, I’m so sorry for doubting you. That’s just a constant fear surrounding my head.”

You smile and pull him into another deep kiss, making him fall on top of you. He props himself up so he’s not crushing you, and runs his hands across your waist.

You guys sit there making out for around 15 minutes when his hand starts traveling lower and his mouth moves down to your neck. You moan as you feel him lick a stripe up the side of your neck.

His hand freezes when he reaches the top of your shorts, “Is this okay?” he asks, tugging on your shorts, indicating he wants them off.

You nod, breathing heavily. He grabs your chin and looks in your eyes, “Words baby.” he says sternly.

“Yes, please,” you say breathlessly. Wanting- no needing him to touch you.

He smiles and continues kissing and sucking at your neck while pulling down your shorts.

Once your shorts are off you stop him. Wait-“ you say, making him back away and stop touching you. “Should we move this to the bedroom,” you say, flustered, pushing a strand of hair out his face.

He smirks and nods, standing up and grabbing your shorts, pulling you towards your bedroom. Your room is on the first floor while his and Stevies' is on the 2nd, so you decide yours will be the safest one not to wake his daughter.

When you get to your room he picks you up making you scared that you’re too heavy for him to hold and you try to get him to put you down.

“Harry no I’m too heavy,” you say, squirming a little.

He drops you on the bed and looks at you with a stern look on his face. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself. You’re perfect,” he says climbing over you and kissing all over your neck making you whine.

“Can I take this off?” He says, pulling on the jumper you have on. You sit up and pull it off yourself, revealing that you’re not wearing a bra. He almost moans as he sees you bare before him.

“God y/n you’re going to kill me.” He says as he leans forward and buries his face in your breasts. You moan and grip his hair as he takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

“Off.” you moan as you tug at the back of his shirt. He leans up rips his shirt off and slides his pajama pants down to reveal his tight briefs. A bulge is very prominent in them, making you bite your lip.

He starts kissing down your breasts and over your plushy stomach, making you suck in. You look down and see him give you a look which makes you let out a breath.

He starts pulling your wet panties down, looking up at you for approval. “Yes please do whatever you want.” you gasp, making him smirk, pulling your panties all the way down revealing your soaking wet cunt.

He spreads your legs wide and you watch him bite his lip as he stares at your pussy. “So fucking pretty.” He says leaning in and kissing around where you want him, his lips dragging on your inner thighs and mound.

“Stop teasing,” you whine as this goes on for a while, he smirks.

“You want my mouth on your cunt baby, don’t you?” He says, a cocky smirk on his face. You almost roll your eyes but you know he’s right. You whine and nod your head quickly, “Please.” you say sweetly making him immediately latch on to your pussy his eyes rolling back in his head at the taste of you.

You let out a shamelessly loud moan as you lift your hips up into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your hips holding you still as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

You almost scream as you bite your hand to keep you somewhat quiet. You’ve never been eaten out before and you never thought it would feel this good.

He keeps alternating from sucking a licking around your clit until, he slips his tongue into your hole, making you lift up and grip his hair; bucking your hips to match his pace.

You're withering around feeling your orgasm build up quicker than it ever has. “I’m close, H” he starts going faster his head moving in between your legs making you cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, your legs shaking from the feeling.

You take short gasps of air as the aftershocks of your orgasm pass through you. Harry slides up your body and catches your lips in his, you whine at the taste of yourself.

"Was that good?" he asks, rubbing his nose against yours. You grip the hair on the nape of his neck, smiling, "So good." You giggle as you pull him back into a kiss.

After a minute you pull away and flip you guys over so you're now on top. "My turn now." you giggle. You drag your lips over his body until you reach the top of his briefs, you take the material in your teeth, "Can I take these off of you huh?" he nods eagerly, "Words baby." you mock him.

He rolls his eyes, "Yes please." He says, petting your hair as you start to drag down his underwear. You gasp as you see his cock spring out, not expecting it to be so big.

You start by taking his cock into your hands, spitting into your palm to help your hand glide over him. You do this for a few minutes until you decide to lick stripes over him, making him moan and whimper your name. You take his cock in your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down surprising yourself and him with your confidence.

"God y/n," He whined trying not to grab your head and push you further down. You decide to try and deep-throat him, you gag and pull off of him.

"Sorry," you say, embarrassed.

"Y/N it's okay, do what you can handle I don't want you to think I'm pressuring you." You smile and nod and continue on with what you are doing.

Your tongue circles around his mushroom tip, tasting the bitter taste of his precum, but you don't mind the taste; you enjoy it.

You suck him in your mouth again, using your hands for the parts your mouth can't reach.

"Y/n, baby I'm so close. Please don't stop." You start moving your head faster wanting his cum down in your mouth.

You stop and suck harder as you feel his cum burst into your mouth the thick liquid filling up quickly.

You pull off him when you're done and his cock starts to soften in your hold. You lick the rest of his orgasm off his cock and swallow the load he left in your mouth.

You crawl up his body and lay on his chest.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that today." He says, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"Me neither," You giggle cuddling into his chest. You feel yourself starting to drift off on his chest.

"Y/N, I might have to go back into my room in case Stevie wakes up and comes to my room." He says sitting up.

"Oh," you say disappointed, reaching over to grab your hoodie, pulling it over your head, and getting up.

Harry grabs your hand, pulling you back into his arms, "You know what let's both move to my room, so what if she comes in, we will just tell her what we are because I love you so much and I know she will be happy." He says. You smile so big and large. He gets up pulling on his underwear and pants and throwing his shirt and your clothes into the laundry bin.

He picks you up and sets you on the bed, grabbing you a new pair of panties and sliding them up your smooth legs. He lifts you up your legs wrapping around his waist and he carries you up the stairs into his room. He lays you down on the bed and climbs in next to you cuddling into your backside.

"I love you so much. Goodnight, love" He whispers in your ear making you shiver.

"I love you too. Goodnight, H."

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it.

I am so incredibly grateful for all the support I got on the first part of this series and it also being my first post. Im so happy to build a platform on here and look out for new stories coming out.

Lots of love xx

- Mae

[sorceresssundries]

Lilac and Gold

Pairing: FemaleTav/Halsin

Warnings: Smut, pegging, anal sex, rimming.

Word Count: 4.5k

Some smut with feelings! Halsin deserves to get pegged.

A birthday gift for the wonderful @mercymaker.

“I don’t think being kind comes naturally to me,” Maleane whispered, her voice tinged with quiet shame as she gently bundled Thoriel in thick, woollen blankets, preparing the little one for the colder nights to come in the nursery they had made for her.

Halsin, standing nearby, glanced at her with that steady gaze that saw through every wall she had ever put up. “And yet, you are,” he said, warm and sure, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world. He had a way of stating things so simply, so matter-of-fact, that they felt undeniable. 

“You are trying, and that is enough” There was never any pretence with him—no words spun from too-sweet sugar, no thorns disguised as rose stems. He spoke plainly, and in his words, there was only truth.

The nights are getting longer. Thoriel is teething. The town of Reithwin thrives. You are kind, and strong, and wanted.

In his simplicity, everything seemed so clear, as if kindness was as fundamental to her as the changing seasons or the rise of the sun.

The world turns. The sky is blue. She is kind, and strong, and wanted.

Halsin made her better, in ways she never thought possible. Not perfect, her wounds were too deep for that. But he made her feel safe and loved. He didn’t try to fix her; he simply accepted her as she was, flaws and all.

The warmth of Halsin was always meant to be shared, and she was lucky enough to be welcome and safe in the blazing hearth of his heart.

Maleane wanted to do something for him. She noticed the tired lines etched at the corners of his eyes, the way his movements seemed just a little slower these days. Halsin would never admit to being weary - his sense of duty was too great, his heart too full of love for her, for Thoriel, and for the town of Reithwin. The town had flourished under his care, transforming from a place of shadows and sorrow into a thriving haven of hope and light. People looked to him for guidance, strength, and healing.

But Maleane saw what others missed. He never stopped to care for himself. The moments he used to cherish—smoking his pipe under the shade of the willow tree, the quiet solitude of sketching the creatures of the forest in his well-worn pad—had grown scarce. She missed seeing the peace in his eyes when he could steal away to the wilderness, even if only for a while. He deserved more. He deserved to lean on someone without the fear of crushing them, to let go.

Even the mightiest trees needed a break from the sun, and to have their bark softened by the touch of rain.

And what was she? if not built of moonlight and stormwater. 

The next night, she had prepared everything carefully, making sure that Thoriel was settled with Arielle, and the rest of the village would not disturb them. Halsin had given her so much; she would give what little she could in return, and hope it would be enough.

As dusk settled over Reithwin, staining the sky ink blue and swirling purple, Maleane approached Halsin where he stood at the edge of the village, standing sentinel as the chatter of the day settled into dreams and snores. His expression was calm, as it always was, but she could see the lines of fatigue in the corners of his eyes.

“You’re tired, love,” she said gently as she approached him from behind, slipping her arms around his middle, though her hands didn’t quite meet around his solid form. He didn’t respond with words, just turned slightly toward her and lifted one of her hands to his cheek, closing his eyes as he leaned into her touch. He hummed low, the sound vibrating through him, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“You can lean on me, you know,” she whispered.

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound low and warm. “Lean on you, little one?” He smiled down at her, the amusement in his eyes momentarily chasing away the fatigue. “I’d crush you.”

She gave him a playful nudge, shaking her head. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think it comes naturally to me,” he admitted.

“Just try. That’s enough.” She pushed herself up onto the balls of her feet so she could kiss him. Softly. The fullness of her dark lips finding the thin smile of his. His fingers were large and calloused from centuries of hard work, but they may as well have been wrapped in satin for how softly he touched her jaw. His other hand found her waist, and he pulled her against him, and a familiar rumble left his chest as their tongues met and her grip tightened on him, then all too quickly for his liking, she pulled away. Her lilac eyes half-lidded and sparkling. 

“Come on, I have something for you.”

They strolled through the forest, hands entwined. leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, and Maleane led him to a small clearing, where the trees parted just enough to allow a view of the starlit sky.

Before them lay a hot spring, its waters warm and inviting, steam rising gently into the cool night air. The surface shimmered under the soft glow of floating lanterns, which bobbed lazily above the water like glowing fireflies. Each one was enchanted, and their golden light rippled on the water’s surface and danced along the rocks. The whole place was soft and golden and dreamlike. 

Maleane had decorated the edges of the spring with wild blooms of lavender and sage, and set a simple arrangement of food on a flat, smooth rock. Freshly baked bread, still warm, sat next to a bowl of ripe berries and crisp apples. A small jar of honey glistened beside the fruits, the amber of it glowing in the lantern light. 

She turned to Halsin, her lilac eyes catching golden flickers. 

He was speechless and love-struck.

“Take this off,” she whispered with playful authority, tugging lightly at the hem of his tunic, her fingers brushing against his waist. Her heart raced a little as she touched him, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Halsin raised a brow, the shadow of a smile playing on his lips. He lifted his arms and allowed her to slide the fabric over his head. The simple motion made her breath catch as the shadows played along the outline of thick muscles that rippled beneath his tanned and scarred skin. He was beautiful.

Once he was completely naked, Maleane gently urged him toward the water. A sigh escaped him as he melted into it. As the water lapped softly at his skin, Maleane slipped in behind him. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she positioned herself at his back, her thighs on either side of his hips. Halsin leaned back slightly, his broad shoulders brushing against her as he settled.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, my heart?” Halsin’s voice was thick with affection. One of his hands found her leg beneath the water, his rough fingers gently caressing the curve of her calf.

His words were a warm and needed cloak which draped and swaddled her. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her lips grazing his skin as she whispered back, “You deserve far more than I could ever give.”

From the side of the spring, she reached for a small vial of oil she had prepared earlier. The liquid was fragrant with a blend of herbs—lavender, rosemary, and a hint of chamomile—and she poured a small amount into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it before resting them on his shoulders.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they worked into the knots in Halsin’s muscles. As her hands moved, slick and gliding over the broad expanse of his back, her confidence wavered.

Her pale, spindly fingers, once so deft at slipping coins from pockets and spinning blades in the shadows, seemed out of place. These were not the hands of a healer, she thought with a pang of self-doubt. They were the hands of a thief and a killer, hands that crackled with the raw power of storm magic, not tenderness. How could they possibly be soft or skilled enough to ease the burdens of someone like him. 

Her rhythm faltered. She eased up, fearful of pressing too hard, of doing more harm than good. What if she added to the strain instead of relieving it? Her fingers hesitated. 

Before she could pull away completely, Halsin took apart the silence. “I won’t break, my love.” He didn’t turn to look at her, but there was no need. “You feel wonderful,” he murmured softly. “Please, don’t stop.”

Taking a deep breath, Maleane pressed her hands more firmly into his back, her fingers sinking deeper into the tense muscles. She felt the hard knots of tension and focused on working them out, letting her hands do what they could. As her confidence grew, her touch became more purposeful, and she found her rhythm again. The warmth of the oil and the heat of the spring worked with her, loosening the tightness in his shoulders and neck.

Halsin was quiet for a long time, simply allowing himself to be tended to, his breaths deep and even as her hands worked a different kind of magic. She moved with intention, her fingers lingering on the spots she knew were always the most tense - his lower back, his shoulders, the thick muscles at the base of his neck. A soft smile curved her lips as she continued the gentle rhythm of her hands.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep, you great bear” Maleane teased, nipping playfully at his earlobe. Halsin’s eyes fluttered open, a low, rumbling chuckle escaped him and without a word, he turned, his large hands sliding down to grasp her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, startled, but quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood, carrying her out of the spring with an ease that made her head spin.

Water cascaded from his body in rivulets, catching the moonlight as it fell, while steam rose from his skin in delicate spirals, as if he were made of fire. She clung to him, laughing breathlessly, and through the slick warmth of the water between them, she felt him—hard and ready, pressed against her.

Before she could form another teasing remark, his mouth found hers, claiming her in a kiss that was hungry and urgent. His lips were firm, and his tongue swept across hers as her fingers tangled in his damp hair.

Maleane had never felt more alive than when she was with Halsin. His touch bloomed her like the spring. The vines of her heart, which she often thought rotted and curled into nothing but husks where fruit had once ripened and died, were all of a sudden green again. Lush. Halsin’s devotion held the power to bring life and joy to the very soil, and it was the same with her. He had seen the best of nature, the full beauty and bounty of the world around him. And he looked at her as though all of it paled in comparison. 

She was his heart, and he was hers. 

But, the intimacy they both desired didn’t come easily. Halsin’s sheer size had made it difficult - overwhelming for her smaller frame. The first time they’d tried, he’d been everything she could have asked for: gentle, patient, his every touch careful and soft. Yet even with all that care, the discomfort had quickly become too much. Time and again, they had tried, searching for different ways to make it work, but the result was always the same. His body was simply too large for hers to fully accommodate. And though they had found other ways to explore each other - through hands, tongues, hot caresses - it was never enough. No matter how much satisfaction they brought each other, that unfulfilled hunger remained, gnawing at the edges of her mind. She wanted more. 

“Before you get carried away, I have a gift for you.” she murmured.

Halsin groaned into the crease of her neck, she knew if she didn’t stop him now he would kiss his way down her body and settle his devoted tongue into the sweet warmth of her cunt, and then all her thoughts would be pulled apart and lost. 

“I don’t need more gifts, my heart. You have spoiled me. Let me spoil you in return.” 

The pad of his thumb rubbed her waist, in slow mesmerising circles. 

“I promise, this will be worth it.” She said with a sly little smirk. 

As the heat of the moment simmered, she leaned over to reach for a box wrapped delicately in a lilac ribbon. The wood was finely carved, etched with intricate patterns of vines and leaves. She handed it to him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Something special for tonight,” she whispered, her voice bubbling with an unmistakable edge of mischief.

Halsin's eyes, still hazy with pleasure, widened with curiosity as he untied the ribbon and carefully lifted the lid. Inside, nestled on velvet cloth, was a beautifully crafted wooden sex toy. A phallus, not as large as his, with a sturdy leather harness. Designed for Maleane’s petite figure. Maleane had taken great care in selecting it, ensuring it was as much a work of art as it was a tool for their pleasure.

His gaze lifted to hers, as he took it in his hands, feeling the weight of it in his palm. 

“My heart, I must say…” He sighed as he studied it. “I am a little offended.”

Her heart sank, the sudden realisation striking her like a thunderclap. She had misread the situation. Of course she had. Acts of generosity, of attuning to what others truly needed, did not come naturally to her. Of course she would get it wrong. Panic surged through her, and her eyes widened as they met his - the colour of a long and love-filled summer slipping into a comfortable autumn. 

“Did somebody else whittle this for you?” He admonished, with faux-hurt. 

She burst into a rare, full grin—one of those grins she thought she had long forgotten how to wear. “I may not be the most considerate person,” she replied, “but even I thought it was a bit much to ask you to carve your own sex toy.”

He laughed, low and loose, and it moved her like music. “Why do you think I learned the skill in the first place?” he teased.

Halsin’s large hands took the harness with surprising delicacy. Maleane couldn’t help but smile as he examined the intricate design, his fingers tracing over the sturdy leather straps and polished wooden attachment. He looked at her with a soft, playful smile that made her heart dance.

“Let’s see how this fits, shall we?” 

Maleane stood before him and held her breath as Halsin knelt and began fastening the straps around her waist. His movements were careful, but his large fingers struggled with the smaller buckles. After a moment of fumbling, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“This is a little more fiddly than the ones I'm used to.” he murmured.

Maleane grinned down at him, “The mighty archdruid, stumped by a wooden phallus” she teased, biting her lip to suppress a laugh.

“It seems even the wilds did not prepare me for this challenge,” he said, finally managing to slip the last strap into place. He stood up and admired his work, his expression one of playful triumph as he adjusted the fit slightly.

“I think we’ve done it,” she said, giving a small experimental thrust of her hips, the equipment now securely in place. They both laughed as the movement caught Halsin by surprise, his eyes twinkling.

“Perfect,” He reached out, his hands resting gently on her hips as he looked into her eyes, and the laughter faded as he kissed her. Slow and deliberate.

His hands slipped down to her thighs, squeezing gently as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers once more. The kiss was urgent now. Maleane’s hands found his hair, fingers threading through the strands and braids as she tugged him closer.

Halsin’s hands roamed over her. Each scar and stretch mark and imperfection a treasure he wanted to feel under his fingertips. He grazed the straps of the harness, tracing the lines of the leather as it wrapped around her hips and thighs. The sensation of calloused hands against sensitive skin sent a shiver through her, and she pressed her hips against his, feeling the hardness of him beneath her. The wooden shaft of the strap-on nudged against his lower abdomen, and Maleane’s breath hitched as she ground against him, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her own body despite the toy being designed for him.

Halsin growled softly, his hands tightening on her thighs as he lifted her slightly, adjusting their position so that the tip of the wooden toy brushed against him. His lips found her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin as his hands roamed over her backside, pulling her closer, urging her on.

Maleane’s heart raced, her body thrumming with desire as she felt him give himself over to her, his control slipping. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her lips finding his again in a hungry, desperate kiss, her hips grinding against him with increasing intensity.

Halsin moaned into her mouth, his hands guiding her movements as she rolled against him. 

“I’m going to need you to lie down for me, on your stomach.” Her voice was lower than he’d ever heard it, lust-soaked and wanton. “Raise your hips.”

Halsin compiled and Maleane couldn’t help the little thrill that ran through her as she took in the sight of him. The lean, powerful legs, the muscles of his shoulders and dip of his lower back. He was strength and beauty. He was hers. 

Usually when she took charge, it was out of necessity. She had to be in control, so he could be certain he wouldn’t hurt her, and he trusted she would stop if it became too much. Which, unfortunately, was too often for Maleane’s liking. 

But now, she was in charge because she wanted to be. 

His body stretched out before her like a meal before the starved. She could feel the heat between her thighs, the frustration of nights spent wanting him to take her fully, without restraint. But tonight, things were different. She was in control. The thought sent a heady rush through her as she settled between his legs, her fingers trailing lightly down his spine. Halsin shivered under her touch, letting out a soft sigh that made Maleane’s own arousal pulse. The sight of his body responding to her, the way he tensed and relaxed under her hands, was magical. 

“So eager,” she murmured, her voice low, hungry. Her hands skimmed across his firm ass, feeling the solid muscle beneath her palms. She leaned down, her breath hot against his skin as she tongued and bit at his cheeks.

Halsin groaned, glancing back over his shoulder, his expression already dazed. The wildness in him, that primal side she knew he fought so hard to keep in check, flickered in his eyes, but went nowhere. He was not in charge, she was. 

“Gods” he gasped, his voice strained.

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, the power of seeing him unravel beneath her touch sending a fresh surge of arousal through her. She continued teasing him with wet kisses. Halsin’s deep moans filled the night, his hips grinding involuntarily against the ground, the friction making him twitch and gasp.

Maleane’s heart raced. His submission, his willingness to let her take control, driving her mad with lust. She wanted more - wanted to see him bow and arch for her, to hear his rough, needy pleas.

She parted his legs a little wider, exposing him fully to her. The sight of him, so strong and spread bare, so vulnerable and trusting, made her mouth dry and cunt wet. She dipped her head, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin between his thighs.

“I want to make you feel good” she ran her tongue up in a long, deliberate lick, from his balls to the edge of his entrance. 

“Maleane—” his voice was the crackle and spit of a hungry fire. 

She smirked, satisfied by his reaction, and repeated the motion, each wet flick of her tongue making him shudder and gasp beneath her. His desperation was palpable now, his restraint slipping as she worked him over with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. The way his body trembled, the way he clenched and relaxed with each teasing lick, made Maleane’s own need burn hotter.

“Please,” he rasped, the word barely coherent through his ragged breaths.

Her breath hitched at the sound of him begging, that deep voice usually so controlled now raw with need. She slid her tongue inside him, pressing it against his tight hole, savouring the way he trembled and moaned. She revelled in every reaction. She wanted to push him past his limits, to make him forget everything except her. Except this. 

She sat up and dipped her fingers in the oil until they were well-slicked. Slick enough to slide effortlessly between Halsin's muscular cheeks. She ran the tip of her finger lightly over his entrance, savouring the shudder that rippled through his broad frame. His responsiveness was addictive - this powerful, unbreakable man, surrendering so completely to her touch. The control she held over him made her head spin.

Slowly, she pressed a finger inside, feeling the initial resistance give way as Halsin relaxed into her. His deep groan reverberated through the still night air. She moved with gentle precision, coaxing him open inch by inch, her touch slow and deliberate, as she prepared him for what was to come. His breathing became ragged, his massive chest rising and falling heavily as he succumbed to her rhythm.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration and lust. "So beautiful."

Halsin rolled his hips into the ground at her words, his need and her praise sending him spiralling deeper into submission. She added a second finger, feeling the tight heat of him yield as she worked him open further. His fists clenched above his head, the thick leather band around his bicep straining under the tension. Good, she thought. Let it break. Let him come undone, completely untethered, in her hands.

With two fingers inside him, Maleane curled them slightly, searching for that perfect spot that would make him tremble. It didn’t take long. Halsin let out a low growl, his body tensing, as she hit that sensitive place deep within him. His hips jerked involuntarily, pleasure crashing through him like a wave. Maleane smiled, revelling in his reaction as she made a scissoring motion with her fingers, stretching him slowly but steadily, making sure he was ready to take her. She withdrew her fingers and poured a liberal amount of the oil on the wooden cock between her legs. 

“I want to see your face.”

Halsin complied, rolling over and spreading his legs for her. Maleane’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him - his strong, muscled body trembling, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. His pupils blown and face flushed. She licked her lips, her own desire burning hotter as she positioned herself between his thighs. He steadied for a moment, and crooked one of his fingers under her chin to raise her eyes to his. The meeting of lilac and gold. 

“I love you, Maleane.”

As though there was any doubt. 

The head of the dildo pressed against his entrance, and Maleane felt her own body tense in anticipation. Slowly, she pushed forward, watching as Halsin’s eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as she slid inside him. The heat of his body, the way he stretched around her, made it difficult to be slow, to be gentle. 

Maleane had never felt more powerful, towering over Halsin, watching the mighty druid reduced to soft gasps beneath her, completely surrendered. His body, all muscle and raw power, yielded to her every touch, every thrust. The man who could command the very forces of nature, who had spent centuries mastering control over the wilds, was utterly at her mercy. And she delighted in it. With every moan that escaped his lips, she felt her own dominance swell, like she could conquer the world if she wanted to. But right now, her world was Halsin, and there was nothing more powerful than knowing she could undo him completely. 

“Look at me,” she growled, her voice rough with need as she thrust deeper. His eyes opened, filled with pure, desperate pleasure.

Maleane could sense the difference in him tonight - the way his usual battle between man and beast seemed almost at peace beneath her touch. It was as though she had tamed that wild part of him, her dominance overtaking his. The way his massive frame trembled beneath her, the way he moaned and writhed as she fucked him, made her feel feral, ravenous. He was soft and pliant under her, while she was the one barely holding back the savage need to take him harder, faster, until nothing else existed but the feel of him breaking beneath her.

Maleane’s hips snapped forward, setting a hard, punishing rhythm as she fucked him, her body trembling with the power of it. “Let go, Halsin” she demanded, her hand sliding down to grip his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts.

Halsin’s head fell back with a broken moan, his hips bucking wildly against her as she pushed him over the edge. His body tensed, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came with a strangled shout of her name, spilling onto his stomach. Maleane watched him, her heart pounding as his release wracked through him, her own satisfaction swelling as she saw him finally let go, fully and completely beneath her.

The rest of their evening was spent touching and talking, the way lovers who can laugh and struggle and trust together do. There were more orgasms, for both of them. Food and snoozing and bad jokes and so much love.

Halsin’s eyes were a little bit brighter, Maleane’s more hopeful.

She had been kind, and he had leant on her. 

They were trying, and it was enough.

[twstowo]

I noticed that you opened the ask box, so I came to ask for Floyd x Yuu with the scene from "The Little Mermaid", in which Ariel saves Eric from shipwreck, like it was an au where they met like that

I hope i'm not being too picky with my order ♡

♡OMG, I literally thought about this but with Azul, but then I was like, "Would Azul be able to save you?" because I have this mental image of him not being able to swim very well/being really slow. Lmao

♡Warning: Drowning

You'd always been a wanderer at heart, eager to explore the world, discover new places, and connect with people. Your adventure began when some sailor buddies welcomed you aboard their ship. Days at sea were filled with chants, parties, drinks, talks, and lending a hand to everyone. Once on land, you made the most of each day, wandering through cities and villages, documenting your experiences, and sketching landscapes. Your circle of friends in these new lands expanded so much that monthly, you'd receive a flood of cards and gifts, making it a challenge to find a spot for them all. Life was easy-going, a privilege granted by your birth into a well-off family, affording you the means to sustain yourself in these faraway places.

As you wrote letters to your distant friends, the sea's scent became a comforting constant, making you feel more at home on the waves than on solid ground. With night approaching, you finished the last letter and stepped out for a walk before dinner. It was then that one of your sailor friends, looking pale and alarmed, rushed towards you. "A storm's heading our way!" The wind had already picked up, and though storms at sea were nothing new, the urgency in your friend's voice unsettled you. "This one looks really bad, we might need your help," he said, and you nodded, following him.

With the wind intensifying, tasks on the ship became more challenging. The wind seemed determined to push everyone off the deck, and as you struggled to secure the unruly sails, your hands felt the sting of the rope. Panic spread across the crew, and for the first time, you feared this might be your last adventure. Looking at the encroaching storm, escape seemed impossible.

"Look out for that barrel!" you screamed as you watched the object land on someone's head, sending them tumbling down the ship. You ran towards them, grabbing their hand and holding it with all your strength to prevent the man from falling into the wild sea. The boat waddled with the strength of the waves, and you started to fear it would turn around at any moment.

"Don't let go!" you told him as you tried to pull him back up. You watched the fear in his face fade as he placed all his hope in your confident words. However, uncertainty crept in as the strength drained from your arms. The biggest wave you had ever seen approached the boat. You feared you'd never see your friends and family again as you said your last words before the wave hit all of you. "Fuck!-"

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You felt so cold, your body shivering as you slowly opened your eyes. It was mainly dark, but you could see some strange light from above reaching towards you. Nothing made sense as your brain tried to process everything around you. Strange wood started sinking around you, and the bodies of the crew members slowly sank by your side in a slow rhythm. You tried taking a deep breath, but your brain didn't allow it as you realized that you were underwater, having fallen off the boat after that huge wave hit it.

You finally grasped the situation as you started flapping your arms and legs around, trying to reach the surface. Wood pieces hit you along the way, sending you tumbling repeatedly. You feared the oxygen would not be enough for you to save yourself. Your throat burned as you tried holding your breath, unable to swim back to the surface. Everything started to become dark as you dared to breathe in the water. Then, you felt a strange touch on your shoulder. The lack of oxygen was surely playing tricks on you as you watched a strange creature look at you with a curious glance. You closed your eyes, awaiting death to take you.

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Floyd observed your sleeping form on the sand. He had brought you to the nearest land he could find, ensuring that your chest's gentle rise and fall indicated life. It was the first time he had come in contact with a living human, finding you strangely intriguing. Although he had seen some humans at rock bottom underwater, encountering a living one was a different experience.

Attempting to wake you, Floyd shook you gently, his fin hands reaching for your shoulders. However, your eyes gave no signal of opening. Annoyed, he sighed and lay back on the sand, half of his long tail submerged in the water.

Minutes passed as he lay there, gazing up at the sky. Strangely, after saving you, he felt in a remarkably good mood. He wanted to talk to you, for you needed to thank him, and he had questions about the inland people. Your head leaned against his shoulder, your cheek touching him, catching him off guard. He grinned as he gently arranged your hair.

When your eyes started to open, Floyd watched as you struggled to comprehend the situation. Weak and almost unable to move, you stared at his face, just a finger's distance away. You had never seen someone like him—strange ears, unnatural skin colour, and vibrant yellow/brown eyes. "Wh-Who are y-you?" you weakly whispered, and he quickly glanced behind, sitting down on the sand with his arms, reaching for the water.

“Oh My! Y/N is that you!” a voice shouted, and you tried to sit down, looking in the direction of the man who had vanished. You swore you had seen a tail—had you been saved by some sea creature? "We need to take you to a doctor!" a friend's hands reached for your arm, trying to help you stand as you continued gazing toward the ocean.

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“A human? I wasn’t expecting you to take such a strange liking to one of them,” Jade mocked his brother with a grin.

Floyd wasn’t enjoying Jade's tone as he swam away. He had been interrupted by another landwalker just when he had the chance to talk with you, not even learning your name. Though he'd never admit it to Jade or Azul, Floyd occasionally returned to that beach, hoping to meet you again. Perhaps one day, the two of you would get to talk properly, and Floyd could finally learn your name.

[artist-issues]

And another thing.

The original The Little Mermaid is about understanding. One of the main plot devices is that the witch takes what from Ariel, ladies and gentlemen?

Her voice.

Ariel did not leave the sea “for a boy.”

Ariel left the sea to be understood. Because for the whole first part of the movie, we’re shown hints of what her life is already like, and how she’s tried to be understood but nobody’s listening or communicating.

She’s introduced by describing a ship as amazing and wonderful, while her fish friend clearly does not understand and wants to get out of there.

Even her best friend doesn’t share her love for another world.

Her first interaction with her father, count how many times he’s speaking over her.

He has this prejudice against humans, and because she’s disobeyed him, he won’t listen to any of her evidence that they may not all be bad.

Even when she has a voice and a cavern full of proof that humans aren’t all barbarians, her father won’t listen to her, so he can’t understand.

And the truth is, she doesn’t have that much proof. She knows that humans are clever and make “wonderful things,” and that’s what she bases her belief in them on. But those beautiful objects, and her pretty ideals, are not enough to make her abandon her family and culture and world.

When she sings and talks about why she wants to be Part of That World, it’s because she wants to understand it. And, subconsciously, Ariel also hopes to be understood up there. Where they make cool devices, and maybe daughters can stand instead of being reprimanded. There’s this hope for freedom and being known associated with the surface.

But it’s not until she meets Eric that those ideals are really, actually, proven true.

Ariel sees Eric out on the sea exploring instead of staying in a palace on his birthday. He gets a gift from the closest person to him, and it’s clear that even the closest person to him doesn’t understand his tastes—he doesn’t want an over-dramatic statue of himself. He sticks to his ideals in an argument that somewhere out there, is the right girl for him. But he doesn’t have to leave the argument in frustrated tears. In the end, he risks his life to not only watch out for his friend, but nearly dies going back to a burning ship to save his dog.

Eric personifies everything Ariel has always idealized about the Human World—AND he might understand her.

In her one observation of him, she finds out that he, a human, is:

A Prince, but nobody can tell him what to do.

More interested in activity and exploration than palace ceremony.

Unable to relate to his closest companions.

Handsome—beautiful, not a savage.

Criticized for “silly, romantic notions” but sticks to the idea of something wonderful out there in the great beyond.

Brave, self-sacrificial, and compassionate to animals.

Eric is, all at once, everything Ariel always hoped a human could be, and yet still so like herself. They have twin souls.

She’d rather be exploring human ships, he’d rather be out exploring the sea. She believes the surface world is good and beautiful, he believes in the girl of his dreams, no matter what anyone says. She has nobody who gets excited about new adventures, and he has nobody who gets excited about new adventures.

When she sees him, she falls in love not just with his upstanding character, or even the human world he represents—she falls in love with the hope that he might understand her in away nobody under the sea does.

Then the ironic thing is, she’s got to make him understand who she is and what she should mean to him without a voice. And unfortunately, that’s really hard because he is suddenly associating his dream girl with a voice and a magical rescue.

As close as they may get when she finally does meet him face to face and gets herself human legs, Ariel and Eric can’t be together until he knows who she is, for real. After all, how can love be true without understanding?

And we’re not DONE with understanding. Because even after he learns what and who she is and still commits to her and saves her and loves her, Ariel’s back to having a tail. She’s back to being in a world where he can’t be.

Except now, Triton is the one who understands. He finally sees what they’ll do for each other—and that Eric, ”savage, spineless, harpooning fish eater with no regard” saved his daughter. He sees that they love each other and are each worthy of the other’s love.

It’s not until Triton understands what Ariel has known and felt all along that he gives her human legs the right way.

That’s the point of Disney’s The Little Mermaid. “True love is found in understanding and sacrificing for one another.”

Triton had the sacrificing idea down, but he didn’t have understanding. Eric had understanding, but he didn’t have the chance to sacrifice for it.

Ariel has both. She understands that Eric’s world is not only barbaric, but beautiful, and she’s willing to sacrifice her tail to be understood in that world.

That is what this movie is all about. And because they’re probably willing to sacrifice critical scenes, like the Prince saving the day (which is important because it provides Triton with a new understanding of humans) or the girl leaving the ocean to be with the boy (which is important because what she really wants is to be understood) the creators of the Live Action Little Mermaid are going to miss the point and ruin the movie.

[mediocreanomaly]

Mermaid vash with s/o human reader

I feel like Vash would court the reader by giving them random "lost" stuff that he found from people that dropped things in the ocean, like bottles, broken camera, jewelry, a random knive. Anything shiny and cool looking ends up in the reader's hands from Vash. He'd be very happy if the reader accepts the gifts but if the reader gives him something? Any thoughts gone, Vash is malfunctioning.

Just thought this would be a cute idea

Authors Note: Guys please I'm a creature lover at heart don't get me started on these prompts- (joking please get me started on these prompts mer!Vash makes me happy)

Mer!Vash x Reader HC's

•Vash is extremely interested in humans. Think...Ariel lmao. Although humans are known for trying to poach merfolk (their scales and fins are extremely valuable) he can't help but love them!

•He does his best to stay hidden as he follows along boats from afar to watch the crew work during the day or play cards and drink at night. He sits on far away rocks on beaches to watch the humans splash in the water and sunbathe on the beach. Basically if he can watch humans somewhere he'll be there

•Which is why when you became the newest light house keeper for the port, you were the perfect human for Vash to watch

•It was perfect, the light house was far enough from the actual port that he could lay on the rocks with out being seen, he'd watch you through the light house windows, he'd watch when you'd leave to dip your feet in the water or sit on the rocks to watch the horizon. It became Vash's new favorite pass time so it was only a matter of time before you noticed your fishy companion

•When you first see him his lower body is in the water, only his head sits out watching you, you blink and begin approaching him thinking it's someone who's swam too close to the rocks

"Hey! This might not be the best place to swim there's lots of rocks and the actual swimmers beach is-" you pause caught off guard when, a couple steps in, you see a long red and orange tail gleaming in the water. You lose your balance and fall in the shallow water screaming-

"ahhh!" "ahhh!" the merman mimics back in your voice, which only concerns you more and...leads you to scream again, "ahhh!!!" "ahhh!!!"

•This whole mimicking thing seems to go back and forth for about two more screams before you settle. You catch your breath as you stare at the merman who just watches you curiously not making a move to leave

•You had heard of merfolk, everyone had but it was rare to see them unless you were a poacher and even then merfolk were famous for sinking the ships that were after them. You had met a cocky sailor once who had tried to boast by showing off a few mermaid scales he has sliced off some mermaid he was tracking but it had only disgusted you thinking about how terrified the poor girl must've been

•Although as you carfully look over the merman in front of you it doesn't look like this one has had any better luck, winding scars paint his chest and it seems he's missing an arm...you wearily glance up to the blue eyes watching you, you're pretty sure merfolks were supposed to have silted iris but this merman's pupils are blown wide with curiosity

"...so...can you copy anything I say?" you ask, "...so...can you copy anything I say?" He repeats in your voice, which...is admittedly a bit creepy but he makes a pleased trill noise after he shows off

"Right...so you uh, have a name?" you ask, the merman nods eagerly then pauses looking a little sad before smiling and saying "Vash!" in a woman's voice you've never heard before

•You come to realize that Vash can mimic pretty much any sound as long as he's heard it before. You assume it's some sort of hunting tactic which scared you a bit until you realized he mostly used it to mimic the noises of other sea animals to bring them closer, so it seemed humans were not on the merfolk menu

•Vash comes around pretty much everyday, trying to communicate through half phrases he had heard and various chirps and trills you often had to decode the message of. Luckily he was very expressive so it helped with the context

•You find Vash loves human things, you even started bringing him foods after he snatched a bag of donuts from your hand one morning. So you eat most your meals out by the rocks now, not that you mind. The life of a light house keeper was a lonely one, so you were glad for the company as unconventional as it may be

•The two of you actually become close, or...as close as a human and merman can get you guess? Only issue for you is you don't seem to realize how close you actually are

•Vash has decided. You'd be the perfect mate. You're a good swimmer (for a human), you provide food (donuts), and it only confirms it in his head when one day he makes and happy chirp noise and you jokingly try to mimic it back the same way he does, not realizing it's a show of affection in the merfolk world

•So Vash takes it upon himself to begin courting you. You know how I said think Ariel when you think about Vash? Yeah he has a little cave in the ocean that he just collects trinkets in. Pennies, jewelry, screws, knives, if it shimmers he's picked it up and stashed it away. Which is why he's sure he'll be very good at scavenging to show you how good of a mate he would make!

•It starts off slow, when you're sitting on the rocks with Vash and he hands you a small shiny quarter. You glance up at him as he watches you eagerly waiting for a response. You smile and run your hand through his wet hair

"For me?" you hum, he makes an affirmative trill, tail slapping against the rock excitedly

"Well thank you, it's very nice Vash"

•Then the next day he brings you a necklace he found which you please him by wearing, something that just confirms his courting is working. Then he brings you and old camera, then a bottle, then a whole sword which you go wide eyed at when your smiling blonde companion pulls it out of the water

•You aren't 100% sure why Vash feels the need to bring you things but you enjoy the collection of shells, sand dollars, and shiny objects he leaves you. Although you feel a little bad that, besides the snacks you offer him, you haven't ever given him a gift

•So you go to the market the next day trying to find something. You didn't really know if Vash had a home to keep anything big in...where did merfolk live anyways? You'd have to ask Vash next time you saw him- and you're getting distracted.

•You sigh almost giving up when a stall that glimmers in the sun catches your eye. Perfect! Vash loved shiny things! You run over to the stall to see what they have when your gaze lands on a gold ear ring. The whole "one ear ring" look was becoming popular among sailors but...Vash liked mimicking humans, maybe he'd like this?

•You quickly buy it (in part thanks to all the spare change Vash leaves in your hands every morning) and head back out to the light house

•When you get there Vash has already pushed himself up on the rocks waiting for you. He makes a pleased trill noise and greets you with a "Good morning!" in your own voice. You chuckle and carfully climb your way over to his spot and sit down

"Good morning to you too! Hold out your hand!" You urge as you dig in your bag for your gift, Vash gives a curious look and tilts his head letting out a questioning "vrr?"

"please? c'mon it's good surprise promise" you say, he nods not one to deny you and holds out his hand. You press the gold ear ring into his palm and smile at him.

"so? do you like it? ...Vash? uh...Vash?" You try to wave your hand in front of his face but his eyes are locked on the trinket, as if completely shocked. His face is...also going a very bright shade of red the longer he looks at it- did you break him?

"Vash if you don't like it-" before you can finish that thought he quickly makes a panicked chirp when you go to grab it out of his hand and dives into the water leaving you wondering what just happened

•Vash meanwhile is running his fingers over the metal of the ear ring over and over again. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected a courting gift from you! This was so embarrassing! To accept courting advances was one thing but to be so bold as to court back? He never expected you to be so forward! Well...that just confirmed you wanted to be his mate...and that he'd have to up his courting tactics to really impress you

•After about a half hour of sitting bewildered at the mermans reaction you finally spot him as he peaks his head out of the water and- oh! he's wearing the gold ear ring, the hoop hanging from his right ear

"Vash! I almost thought you left for the day" you sigh padding into the water after him, he shakes his head and makes a cooing noise before repeating "Hold out your hand!" just as you had earlier

"hmm? oh you didn't have to get me something too but okay" You relent holding out your hand, expecting more change or something shiny-

"ahhhh!" you scream as a a live fish about as big as your arm is dropped into your hands. You fumble and drop it, the fish flops around before darting away as soon as it hits the water. Vash frowns, this...was going to be harder than he thought.

[therealvinelle]

What Disney princesses/characters would the Volturi turn and who would be leftover dessert?

Those gifted or with a personality that rendered them useful.

(For the sake of not having a too long post I'll just use the princesses I know decently well.)

Anna (Frozen) is very sweet and charismatic, though a poor judge of character and prone to rash decisions. She has no gifts. Aro feeds her to his guards*.

Ariel (Ariel) gave away her mermaid tail to pursue a man she barely knew. Aro bitterly mourns Ursula, who might actually have been useful to him, and is left to weigh the benefits of establishing diplomatic relations with Ariel's father. Ariel, already a part of the supernatural world, is not killed either way but she may become a bargaining chip.

Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) is blessed with enhanced beauty and an enthralling singing voice that works on humans and animals alike. If attacked, she and everyone nearby as well as her physical surroundings fall into an enchanted slumber that can't be disturbed until the danger has passed. Excellent defence mechanism: Aro recruits her.

Belle (The Beauty and the Beast) has a wonderful personality and likes books. Aro feeds her to his guards.

Cinderella (Cinderella) has a wonderful personality and an even more wonderful fairy godmother. Aro threatens her in the hopes of making the godmother come to her aid, and once she does he tries to recruit the godmother. Cinderella lives for as long as Aro needs a bargaining chip.

Elsa (Frozen) can create and control ice, though Elsa is prone to emotional outbursts and losing control. Aro recruits her, but keeps a close watch on her for the first few years in case she turns out to be a liability.

Mulan (Mulan) is an able soldier who understands duty and loyalty. People like her will always be useful to a man like Aro. Aro recruits her.

Rapunzel's power came from a flower, and it's a power she appears to have lost. A healing vampire could be immensely useful however, so Aro turns her and she gets a grace period where he tests her rigorously. Let us hope she retained some of that flower power.

Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves) is blessed with beauty that frankly sounds vampiric. The huntsman defies his orders for her, the dwarves protect her, animals obey her, and the prince falls in love from sight alone. Aro recruits her.

Bonus: Leia Organa (Star Wars**) has the Force. Aro recruits her.

*If Elsa is in the room, Aro may decide to spare Anna so he doesn't alienate Elsa. However, sparing couples in this sense does not seem to be Aro's modus operandi, whenever he encounters a gifted coven member he seems to spare that member only. Most likely, Elsa is told Anna was returned home and the reason she can't see her is because Aro would hate for her to lose control and kill her own sister. And look at that, Anna died in an accident shortly afterwards. Definitely can't see her now.

** As the Star Wars IP is now owned by Disney and Leia is the princess of Alderaan through her adoptive parents and the daughter of a former queen, I say she passes muster for a Disney Princess.

A few final thoughts:

Of all the princesses listed, I think Aurora and Leia are without doubt the most interesting to Aro. Aurora covers everything Snow White can do and would render Volterra virtually untouchable, while Leia could theoretically do anything at all.

[germhammy]

Nevermore Halloween dress up masquerade

“Enid & Wednesday’s dorm”

Kent: so yeah. The grande prize is a $500 gift card for everyone in said group for ‘best costume’ and a bonus $100 one if no one guesses who they are under the costumes

Enid: No one would ever suspect me to be Nebula Possibly you may be guessed as Star Lord. But no way in HELL are we gonna get Wednesday to dress as Gamora, let alone Mantis

Kent: I really just want to beat my sis and Bianca

Wednesday sighing as this conversation is happening behind her during her writing time

Wednesday: do you know what they are going as? - not looking away from her typewriter

Kent: D is going as Ariel, B Ursula. Divina told me and I promised not to tell a soul. I had been collecting stuff to dress up as Kristoff before this brilliant idea

Wednesday: ugh. How predictable of them. I will help on one condition, Kent. You help Ophelia Hall during the Poe Cup. I wish to humiliate Bianca every chance I can get

Kent: DEAL!

A few nights later at the masquerade

The final two costume groups. Ariel and Ursula reenact the document signing and Ursula takes Ariel’s voice

Next Star Lord walks on stage with his boombox. Nebula right behind.

Nebula in a gruffly voice: ugh. What are you doing?

Star Lord: dance PARTAAAY!! - presses play on boombox. Goo Goo Muck by The Cramps plays

Star Lord dances awkwardly and is joined by Mantis dancing even more awkwardly than Star Lord with Nebula groan and looking disgusted. Everyone roars as Mantis’s dancing is oddly familiar.

It is decided that the three group winners of the night are Ladybug & Cat Noir, Ariel & Ursula and Star Lord, Nebula and Mantis. Everyone casts votes for the best group and guesses. The group with the most votes combined with the least correct guesses is proclaimed Grand Prize winner.

Principal: we have a WINNER! In third place, Ariel & Ursula: Divina and Bianca.

They came on stage and accepted their prize. Gift cards $50 to The Weathervane and remained on stage

Principal: second place Ladybug & Cat Noir. Eugene and a few guessed Katie.

They walked on stage and received &50 gift cards to Amazon.

Principal: in first place any grand prize winners. Star Lord, Nebula and Mantis. Surprisingly not one correct vote for who any of them are. I’m a bit surprised as the dance song has become rather infamously attached to a particular individual. Come on up and reveal yourselves

Star Lord pulled off his mask revealing Kent. Nebula pulled off her mask revealing Enid. And the murmurs began.

Bianca fuming: no way in HELL! It can’t be right? I mean?

Divina in disbelief: I know right? No fucking way?

Mantis took off the mask to reveal Wednesday Addams

Wednesday staring emotionless at Bianca: you lose. See you next at the Poe Cup. Hope you remember how to sink

[solaslow74]

@olnfweek2024 Day 2 - Sick Days / Fantasy

MC - Ariel

Note: This fic takes place in December 2012, around halfway between Step 1 and 2, and assumes that Qiu hadn’t transitioned to different pronouns yet.

It was winter in Golden Grove, and Ariel could feel it. Throughout the rest of the year, the chill could be kept at bay with just a scarf or jacket, or it retreated into the mountains altogether. But on a day like today, that chill was all around, and seeped into every opening it could find to reach Ariel through their heavy brown coat and red earmuffs. Even the tupperware container of hot chicken soup in Ariel’s hands couldn’t keep them from feeling a bit numb.

It wasn’t all bad, though. There were some things Ariel quite enjoyed about winter. The feeling of the air, cool and crisp in their lungs; the crunching of the snow beneath their boots as they trekked across the cul-de-sac; the colorful glistening of lights strewn across the front of the Baumann house as they marched up to the door. Ariel took care not to slip on their way; their backpack was the most packed it had been since winter break had begun last week, and would make for a nasty fall.

Granny welcomed Ariel graciously, and gave them a chance to shed the outermost layer of snow-encrusted clothes before heading upstairs to see their neighbor in her room. Mrs. Baumann didn’t come with; she and her husband may have been quite healthy all things considered, but their age still made infection more of a risk than it might otherwise be.

So it was Ariel alone, still carrying a bit of the outside chill, that knocked on Tamarack’s door. “Tamarack?” they asked timidly, clutching the strap of their pack. “May I come in?”

After a moment of waiting, the reply came. “Yeah..”

It was the least like Tamarack that Tamarack had ever sounded. Ariel gently entered the room.

It was easy to recall some of the first times they’d ever seen this room, a couple years ago now; the way that Tamarack would bound towards her guest, and happily show them all of her favorite things in it. It was supposed to be a pit stop, a place for a day of fun to have its humble beginnings before the adventure inevitably spread into the forest behind her house. But today, things weren’t the way they were supposed to be.

Tamarack sat very still against her pillows, and the small smile that appeared on her face when her eyes met Ariel’s was a shadow of the beacon it would normally be, fading as she glumly turned her eyes back downwards. Her nose was flushed red, and even her hair seemed to sparkle less than usual. Used tissues filled a wastebasket sitting at her bedside, and a box of the unused variety sat on her nightstand.

Her voice came with the same weakness, softness, and nasally quality as her initial reply. “Hi, Ariel…”

Ariel pushed through the gloomy miasma of the room, which a fan was struggling to keep out of the air. “Hi, Tamarack… I missed you. I’m sorry…”

It wasn’t the level of energy they had wanted to bring with their greeting, but what else could be expected? It was a sorry scene.

Tamarack laughed, though with less unbridled mirth than usual. “You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t get me sick. And I missed you too.”

The last few days had apparently been even worse; Mama and the Baumanns had agreed that Ariel couldn’t visit, that Tamarack’s cold was at its most contagious. Their heart ached to think of how miserable and lonely Tamarack must have been- the queen of the forest consigned to live alone in her tower, and during break, too. But they were here now, and they had to help her feel better.

So they took a breath, and then held out the tupperware, with a plastic spoon balanced atop it. “My mama made you soup, and I helped. She says it's good food for feeling better when you’re sick. So please have some.”

Tamarack’s eyes seemed to lighten a bit more. “Omi says the same thing. She made me some yesterday. I’m kind of- I mean, thank you.”

She accepted the gift with weak hands, and sat up a little straighter. Eating food in bed, especially of such a potentially messy variety, would never be tolerated by Granny, but these were dire times indeed. And besides, Tamarack wasn’t as wild as she used to be, even when she wasn’t sick. She was twelve, almost a teenager; she wouldn’t spill her soup, she was too mature to do that.

Ariel began to pull something out of their bag, another tool to help their ailing friend. It was a book, a big one, with a man on the cover. His bright red coat, and his funny-shaped hat, were instantly recognizable. The Night Before Christmas, the title read in big curvy letters.

Tamarack suppressed a smile, but not before Ariel could see it. It was enough to encourage them to continue with an explanation of their plan.

“I got this at the library, and a few others. I know you can’t go out and have fun in the snow right now, so I wanted to bring the winter fun to you.” They paused to gauge the reaction of their audience of one, then continued. “Plus, I don’t really know these, since my family doesn’t celebrate Christmas. So maybe it’ll be fun for me to read them to you.”

Tamarack laughed, though it came out with a bit of a wheeze. “Ariel, that’s…”

It was kiddy. That was what she thought. Tamarack didn’t always act her age, but having a picture book read to her was too much.

But looking at her friend’s face, she couldn’t say it.

It was a weird feeling. She could hardly remember a time where she didn’t want to say what she was thinking. When did that change?

“Okay, okay… we can do that,” finally came her response, before she had to grab a tissue to sneeze into.

So, Ariel pulled up a chair to the bedside, and read. It was a poem she’d heard before, but Ariel’s voice made it extra nice to listen to, and so did their occasional commentary.

“Now, Dasher, now, Dancer, now, Prancer and Vixen, on, Comet, on, Cupid, on, Donner and Blitzen!” they read, before grinning. “Now, I thought I had heard of this part for sure! Isn’t Rudolph supposed to be one of the reindeer?”

Tamarack laughed. “Not in this story! Maybe Santa didn’t hire him yet, when they wrote this.”

She could’ve said that earnestly when she was a bit younger, but it was definitely a joke.

The achiness and stuffiness were still ever-present in her body, but Tamarack felt like she could be distracted from it a little more with every silly joke Ariel made, whether it was poking her while reading about Saint Nick’s “nose like a cherry”, or making little motions acting out “a wink of his eye and a twist of his head”. She did have fun, even though it was so silly; so she didn’t complain when they pulled out the next book and began to spin another familiar tale.

“Usually I’m the one with all the energy,” she said unexpectedly, after Ariel’s inspiring rendition of the Grinch’s redemption. “Is that why I’m sick? You took all my energy?”

Ariel smiled at her joke. “Maybe it’s just the Christmas magic finding its way into my heart.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ariel, that’s not real.”

Their smile changed a little bit, in a way that was hard for Tamarack to read.

“Yeah… I know.”

A sigh. Then…

“I just want to help you feel better. I couldn’t help you at all until now. So I had to plan something, and make it good. Because I know it’s hard.”

“Yes. It sucks!!” It was the loudest Tamarack had gotten since Ariel came over, maybe since she had caught the cold in the first place. She couldn’t sustain it, so the next part came out weakly. “I hate being sick. Being inside. Being alone. It sucks…”

The mood was low. Just like it had been when Ariel first got here. But it didn’t have to be, not for long.

“I’m here now, and we can have a little fun. And when you’re better, and I bet that will be soon, then we can have a lot of fun. I promise.”

Tamarack looked at Ariel, then. Their golden eyes were full of warmth that radiated out through their glasses.

She smiled weakly. She didn’t believe in Christmas magic, and little by little, she was starting to doubt herself, too. But she would believe in her friend- in that promise.

Autumn laid on his side, staring at the white world outside. Usually his bed was a place of comfort and familiarity, but it didn’t do much to relieve the awful way he felt- the soreness of his throat, the aching in his head, the weakness in his limbs. It had only been a matter of time; plenty of his friends had caught the seasonal sickness. He’d figured that he might be one of the ones left standing- but that had been stupid to think.

Darren had been one of those lucky few, which was why he and Qiu had planned to get out and enjoy the snow today. That obviously didn’t happen, in the end. But Autumn had refused to explain why he had to cancel their plans. It was probably obvious, but he couldn’t bring himself to let anyone else know that he was sick.

If people knew he was sick, they’d worry. And that was his job, not theirs- even if that job was getting more and more tiresome to keep up with, these days.

It was fine. He’d carry the burden alone. Until he felt better, until he had the energy to act like he normally did, Qiu would tough it out without worrying anyone else.

Eventually, those thoughts began to drift, and the aching began to fade. Qiu did nothing to resist the call of sleep as he was pulled into a feverish dream.

Qiu woke groggily to the sound of music. The sight before him was unfamiliar, but somehow, it didn’t strike him as strange.

Lit from above by the moon shining through a skylight, dozens of partygoers dressed in finery danced gracefully across a ballroom floor. All of them were dazzling in their attire, but none more so than a young golden-haired lady, adorned with a leafy crown, spinning wildly with her dancing partner, a similarly young noble. The pair’s merriment made them stand out despite their small stature. But then, the noble’s bright eyes met Qiu’s, and after excusing themself, they made their way over to him. They knelt before him, offering a hand.

“You’re awake,” they enthused. “I was hoping you’d join us!”

Autumn hesitated, then accepted the hand, standing with the noble’s help. A pang in his head accompanied the movement, though, and he winced. That was right, he remembered- he was sick, wasn’t he?

“I shouldn’t join you guys,” he explained to the noble. “I need to get some rest-”

“Come on, dance with us!” exclaimed the girl with the crown, who had bounded over to join them. “You’re our friend, so come on!”

Another twinge in Qiu’s head- this time, of annoyance. He was trying to be considerate, to not get them sick, and she couldn’t get that?

“I really shouldn’t. Besides, you two were having fun on your own, right? Leave me be.”

The pair just looked back at him with frowns. The girl shook her head, huffed, then grabbed at his arm suddenly. “Don’t you care about us? Come on-”

“NO!”

The shout that came from Qiu surprised him as much as anyone else, but he didn’t back down.

“Why is it such a big deal to you? Why can’t you just leave me be?”

With each word, his friends seemed to get smaller. Everything did, actually- until Qiu was taller than any of the guests. The music ceased, and confused dancers were stopping to look over at the scene.

The noble with the bright eyes gaped up at Qiu. “Autumn, we’re your friends-”

“Then why don’t you GET IT?”

His words came out with a booming roar, and a spurt of hot fire. A mix of shame and anger filled Qiu as everyone watched him with horror. He didn’t ask to be here! It wasn’t his fault!

He needed to get out of here. To find some peace and quiet, where nobody would look at him like that. Frantically looking for an exit, his gaze settled on the skylight. Without thinking, Qiu sprung from where he loomed over his friends, and with wings he hadn’t realized he had, soared up and out through the glass. Scales protected him from the shattered skylight, and flying higher, he was finally alone. With one last look back towards the royal estate he had escaped, Qiu soared away, leaving everyone behind, as the light of the moon guided him to the mountains.

[itsclydebitches]

This interaction popped into my head fully-formed today and I knew no peace until I wrote it out. They're friends, your honor 😭

“Getting long, huh?”

Trent froze in the act of putting up his hair, a few tendrils slipping to fall in his eyes, obscuring Roy. It was still instinctual to flinch back, his father’s acidic voice ringing in his ears as he said again and again and again how it was past time for Trent to see a barber, each reminder casual like his judgment was a given. Well, it always had been. Trent never found the courage to admit that he was a regular of salons and that each product they sold there cost more than his father’s first rent. His lip had curled, barb-like, when Trent had last visited, the shoulder-length cut exacerbating the news of his firing. He could only imagine what his father would say if he saw it now, curls licking at the small of his back.

Trent’s mind processed all of this in a matter of seconds, journalistic instincts finally overriding the fear to focus on reality: the neutral tone of Roy’s voice. His appreciative glance. Their normal coffee hand-off that Trent had to resurrect numb fingers to complete.

Roy was not his father. No one at Richmond was.

“Yeah,” Trent agreed, voice scratchy. He took a hasty gulp of his drink. “It’s never been this long before.”

Non-committal grunt from the other side of the office. That was the Roy equivalent of dragging his chair over, propping his chin on his hands, and begging for all the juicy details.

“I’m... thinking of cutting it again?”

That got a reaction. Roy’s head whipped around in a gesture that screamed ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT’ but his response, when it came, was just another measured hum. No pressure; plenty of space to accept a statement, or engage with the question. Trent had to bite his lip to keep from laughing outright. But god, Roy was trying so hard and that felt so good.

Though he was likewise trying to be kinder to his past self, Trent hated that he’d caved and cut his hair a day before approaching Richmond, that snide voice in his head insisting that he’d be lucky to make it into the building -- they certainly wouldn’t hire a slovenly poof, as his father might say. Ah, but then that voice did have a hint of his Scouse accent, didn't it? Really, Trent hadn’t given it much thought until Ted mentioned having a bag full of hair-ties and suddenly he was desperate for the length back, if only to make use of something that Ted had held.

Embolden by caffeine and the mellow mood, Trent decided to gift Roy some truth.

“I grew it this long for him,” he said, head nodding towards the closed door. Behind the glass Ted was pecking at his keyboard in a manner that was not adorable, not at all, because describing a middle-aged American as ‘adorable’ was too much, even for Trent’s purple prose. So Ted was merely whatever word instilled the desire to kick one’s feet and doodle connecting hearts around the edges of a journal.

Trent’s crush was no secret -- to no one but Ted, anyway -- but speaking about it now, openly, mere feet from the man himself... that was thrilling. Ridiculously so for a Tuesday morning spent with Roy Kent.

“I missed a couple of appointments back when the book was going through proofs and then we had that week-long storm, remember?" Trent mimed the sheets of rain that had flooded their streets and turned flower beds into dirt soup. "I came in drenched one day, just sopping, with my shoes squelching and my blazer ruined. I’m pretty sure I scarred one of the security guards when I threatened to get him fired if he didn’t find me a towel in the next thirty seconds. I was a bitch, no two ways about it. Meanwhile, Ted took one look at me, gasped, and said I was a mermaid.” Trent grinned at the memory, fingers fluttering. “Then he lent me a shirt and I spent the rest of the day wondering if the purple made me look like Ariel.”

“...Did you keep the shirt?”

“Of course not. It was lost--” air quotes, “--at the cleaners.”

Roy snorted in amusement. Trent was surprised though when his expression grew tight and when he spoke, so quiet Trent almost didn’t catch it, there was an undertone of hesitance; like Roy feared overstepping some line.

“Grew it long for him,” he said, “but are you keeping it long for him? I mean, what the fuck do you want?”

Trent blinked, considering. Oh. Well. If you’d asked him point blank he would have said categorically that he wasn’t someone who changed himself to appease others... but then, forty years pretending to be straight didn’t really support that, now did it? The truth was that he wanted strangers to stop staring on the street whenever he went out with his curls and a skirt. He wanted to teach Amelia how to braid his hair, just like he braided hers each weekend. He wanted a fucking buzz-cut to combat the summer heat. He wanted to make the flower crowns he’d never even dared to imagine in his youth. He wanted to spend less of his salary on products -- or at least feel less guilty about the indulgence. He wanted to borrow Keeley’s scrunchies. He wanted to donate it all to Locks of Love. He wanted hair long enough to impulsively dye it red, just to see Ted laugh.

Trent wanted to go back in time and find the courage to change his own body without riding the coattails of a crush’s compliment. He wanted to accept that there was no version of himself he liked without the influence of Ted Lasso and kiss him, kiss him, kiss him in gratitude.

“I don’t know,” Trent admitted, “but for now I want this.”

Roy gave a short nod, his shoulders relaxing. He glanced towards the window where Ted still sat, huffing in a manner that a brave man might have called fond, and returned to his work.

Once they’d settled into their daily silence, Trent couldn’t resist:

“I do want it long enough for him to pull.”

“Fuck off!”

Across the way Ted jumped, wondering what had Trent laughing like that and Roy slamming through the door, yelling something about "TM-fucking-I."

Watching Trent tip his head back so his hair flew, danced, caressed his cheek as it passed, Ted decided he’d just have to ask him about it over dinner.

[writing-fanics]

okay so what if reader and Eric have already been in a relationship before Eric sets off on his voyage and when they hear there's been a shipwreck and Eric is missing they run to the shore and see the whole moment with Ariel but doesn't say a word as they witness their once lover start to obsess and fall in love with another... idk where to go from here so it's up to you !

when his life begins and mine ends

Prince Eric x Gender-NeutralReader

[warning: major angst: heartbreak: mention of suicide]

a/n: yep, this is what im talking about angst... this is dark was going to make this a lot darker with the reader throwing themselves into the sea but decided not too

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Eric gave his partner a kiss goodbye before he left on his voyage, promising to return. “I promise to bring you back something,” He said, to them and they could only chuckle wrapping their arms around his neck.

“You coming home safely is more than enough.” [Y/n] said, planting a kiss in his lips. Smiling feeling him kiss back.

“There was a shipwreck.” One of the sailors said to them, and they looked at him horrified worried about what happened to Eric. And so made their way to the shore to search for him, and what they saw shocked them..

A mermaid looking down at Eric, as she sung to him longingly. [Y/n] didn’t know why their heart broke in this moment. But seeing how close she was to their lover made them jealous. But that feeling of heartbreak was right, cause they watched as their lover became obsessed in finding this mysterious girl which all culminated into..

———————/

“W-What?” Their voice cracked, as they stared at him in disbelief, and he looked at them sadly.

“I don’t hold the same feelings that I once held for you anymore.” He said, and it’s as if someone had ripped out their heart and casted it aside.

“Oh..” They emotionless, as they slowly looked down at the ground clenching their fists as they tried to fight back the tears.

“Oh…o-okay.” They mumbled, looking up at him forcing a smile on their face.

“Y/n?” He said, and they turned to look at him and shook their head. Before swiftly leaving the room, Eric looked down sadly and then glanced towards the dresser. Which on top was a velvet box with a ring inside he planned on giving to [Y/n] once he returned.

________

As [Y/n] walked further and further down the hall, the realization slowly started to kick in that they were no longer a couple. The moments they shared together now a distant memory. No more stargazing, no more romantic boat rides, and no more playing in the water together.

Tears brimmed their eyes as they walked further down the hall, walking past Grimsby who immediately felt bad for them. He couldn’t help but feel bad, one moment Eric and [Y/n] were happy, they watched him leave on the voyage, and then for him to wash up on shore asking for the mystery girl who saved his life. And to only end things with his partner. Ontop of the fact that he planned on proposing to them.

[Y/n] entire body started shaking, as they exited the castle and walked down the path towards the village. The more their heart ached, the more they wished to throw themselves into the sea to stop this aching pain.

“It’s not fair.” They mumbled, clenching their fist their nails digging into the palm of their hand drawing blood.

“So this is the gift he meant to return a broken heart” they whimpered, as tears ran down their cheeks. They loved him with all their heart, and wanted to marry him one day and possibly start a family.

“But this mystery girl had to come along and ruin it.” They cried, sniffling as they stumbled down the path the castle getting further and further away. The back of their throat burned as they choked back a sob.

‘as his life begins mine ends’

It wasn’t until the tripped and fell to the ground, the waterworks started. It’s as if a dam had broke and a stream of tears ran down their cheeks as they stayed their on the ground crying into their knees.

They hoped that this was all a dream a nightmare, that they’d wake up and he’d be there beside them. Showering them with kisses and hugs. But no matter how many times they opened their eyes, everything stayed the same.

Eric didn’t love them anymore, and that was the hardest thing for them to realize. They’d been together for so long, since they were eighteen and then to only lose it all and for their relationship to become a distant memory.

Life in the next couple of days for [Y/n] didn’t fair any better. Mother and Father died when they were little, older brother lost at sea when they were sixteen. Eric became the light in the darkness for them and now that light is gone leaving them alone.

All the trinkets and gifts, he’d brought back and given to them smashed and broken on the ground. And lying in the middle, [Y/n] crying in a fetal position their arms wrapped around themselves as they cried their heart out. They’d never felt this alone since they were sixteen.

Days later, now one knew what happened to [Y/n]. It’s as if they’d suddenly disappeared into thin air. Someone checked their house to only find it a complete wreck. Eric became worried about what happened to them, and started to blame himself as well. It wasn’t until as he sat on the beach, he noticed something familiar having washed ashore in the corner of his eye. It was a gift he’d given [Y/n] years ago, how’d it get her-?

no..

@bambi-horror

[princess-ibri]

Darkside Disney Princesses: Ariel

Ariel’s fall begins after the destruction of her grotto, when in this timeline, Sebastian decides actually go and tell Triton she’s about to head off to seek a deal with Ursula

Still reeling from the discovery of all of Ariel’s human objects, and pushed even further in his paranoia and fear for his daughter’s safety, Triton’s anger explodes again at this reckless act and he has Ariel locked in a tower room in the palace until she finally ‘comes to her senses’

He also takes the step of making sure Ursula never tries to meddle with any of his daughters ever again. The Nautilus necklace protects her from the magic of the Trident just enough that she survives, but is forced to flee far beyond Atlantica’s borders (per the backstory rules I’ve set for my DisneyVerse)

This act only makes Ariel’s anger towards her father that began with the destruction of her treasures grow, and without the wonder of gaining human form and her prince’s love, and the isolation of her punishment, that anger turns into deep burning resentment.

Never one to take things lying down, Ariel attempts again and again to escape her confinement, each time she’s caught stoking Triton’s ire and her own resentment. Both of their hot tempers get the better of them, driving wedges between Ariel and her friends who fail to help her, and Triton and his people, as he takes his frustration out on them.

But something has begun to stir within Ariel, fueled by the darkness and despair growing within her heart. All the royal line has some aptitude for magic, as evidenced by their ability to wield the great Trident without being overcome by it. But in most of them it stays small and unfocused, unneeded in daily life.

But now Ariel has both focus and need. Her singing voice has always been special, even among her sisters lovely voices. There’s always been something about it that people feel drawn towards, and now, now she begins to feel it’s power growing within her, feeding off her anger, her despair, her desires. And she hones it as best she can from a gift into a weapon.

And finally, one night, a guard finds himself succumbing to the beautiful song that begs him to unlock the door, and then sleep so that he does not see the princess escape…. Ariel does not stay long enough to discover that he never wakes again.

The moment she’s free, Ariel takes off into open water, determined to place as much distance between herself and her now hated father—and to find the Prince she saved, three long years ago. The memories of him have been her only real companions, and isolation has fanned what could have become True Love given the chance into an obsession, fueled by her growing Magic, a magic she does not truly know how to control.

She begins stalking the ships that cross the ocean waves, singing out to the sailors who work them, seeking her lost love, calling him to her. She does not mean to cause men to leap overboard for want of her, lured in by her song. But neither can she save all of them. Sometimes she doesn't even notice they’ve lept into the waves, too focused on seeking for the face of her prince to notice that of any other man.

The sailors who survive spread the tale of the siren that haunts the waters around the kingdom, a fiend hair as red as blood and a voice that draws men to their deaths, the ships begin to travel with supplies of cotton to cover their ears, and harpoons to put an end to any mermaid they might see.

Ariel does not care, she barely feels the nicks of the spears as the graze her, thrown by men made too clumsy to kill by her song, powerful enough now to seep in past the cotton. She is seeking Her Prince, and she will not stop until she finds him.

Meanwhile, the prince who is now a King, who was forced two years ago to give up his dreamer’s quest for the girl with the beautiful voice who saved him, and marry a suitable royal bride for the prosperity of his kingdom, now finds that kingdom threatened by the presence of a monster from the deep.

When enough men to man three ships have been lost to the deep trying to subdue it, he decides it’s time he protects his kingdom himself.

He bids farewell to his wife, who he is fond of, even if he does not love her, and their young child, who he does, and sails off into the sea to strike down this foe.

He never returns.

And the Siren who haunts their shores remains, still searching, still singing for the Prince she lost, who in her madness she did not even recognize when he lept into the waves, pulled like all others by her song. The gash on her side from his spear is the closest to a kiss they will ever share in this life…