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ja3hwa · 20 days ago

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♡ 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐉.𝐖𝐘 ♡

Day Twenty-Seven - Pirate/Siren Au

【Synopsis】 : Through the life at sea, it's proven that anyone deserves to be loved. Even a pretty pirate and a thieving siren.

『Word count』 : 2.34k

-> Genre: Pirate Au. Smut.

Pairing: Pirate!Wooyoung x Siren!Reader

[Warnings] : The reader is hinted to queer cause I couldn't help myself. Thieving. Allusions of ot8 poly (again, I couldn't help myself). Seonghwa is a hybrid and Hongjoong's lover. Wooyoung is a blushing mess, and Reader is a girlboss. Switches on both ends. Monster fucking (yes you heard that right). Pet names. These two are such big flirts, arggh! Also, since Reader is a hybrid, not a full siren, she can breathe above water while still in her siren form, okay, leave me alone... let me have my fantasy here. Hehe. Tit play. Hickies. Fingering. Oral (F rec). Unprotected sex.

Networks: @wonderlandnet @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity

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The salty air stung your skin as you quickly darted between the shadows of the docks, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The night had begun with alluring whispers and stolen glances at the recent endeavour in the royal court. An elegant feast held under the gentle evening sun in the grand hall filled with laughter and music, you had enchanted the princess with your charming voice, all the while scheming for an audacious heist.

The jewelled necklace you had stolen was the king’s prized heirloom. A royal piece, glimmering with rubies and diamonds, and it had been far too tempting for you to resist. So with your heart racing, a heady rush of adrenaline and the weight of a sparkling necklace hidden in the folds of your many-layered pants dress. You hurried towards the docks, where the salty air filled your lungs and anticipation raced through your veins. You could hear the clamour of footsteps behind you—guards, furious at your audacity to steal not just a gemstone jewel but also the heart of the lavish princess. In an act of sheer impulse, you leapt aboard the nearest vessel, a pirate ship called Illusion, where the raucous laughter of all too familiar friends, the ATEEZ crew, filled the air.

Wooyoung, the spirited and playful member of the pirate crew, stood on the deck with a curious look on his face, his dark hair whipped by the ocean breeze. “Doll?” Before you could dash across the top deck, your eyes met Wooyoung’s—a playful glint surfacing in his dark, penetrating gaze. He had always been the one to look at you like you were the sea itself—mysterious, and endless.

The others seemed to notice you now, all standing around with waiting breaths and knowing looks. You could never seem to resist the rush of attention that surged through you at the sight of all of them, especially Wooyoung. And with that final spark igniting your heart, you stood tall on the railing blowing a kiss in the direction of the crew before diving overboard, the transformation from human to siren taking effect in a beautiful cascade of shimmering scales and a flowing, deep crimson tail.

The suddenly piercing shouts of the guards echoed as they arrived at the ship, gasping for breath and pointing fingers. But the crew merely shrugged, exchanging knowing smiles while keeping the secret of where you had gone. “Where is she?” one of the guards shouted, breathless and furious, red-faced from the chase.

The crew, unwilling to betray their friend. Mingi suddenly spoke up. "We didn't see anyone," He declared, leaning against the ship's railing nonchalantly while Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk.

“And you Captain? or maybe your Kraken knows.” Seonghwa growled, his scales on his neck flaring at the guard's bitter remark towards him but Hongjoong stepped in front of his lover and right-hand man before spitting venom in the direction of the useless royal guards.

“Like my crew said. We have no idea where or who ‘she’ is. Now I have to ask you to never speak to my men like that ever again and kindly get the fuck off my ship.” The guards stormed away quickly after that, frustrated and defeated, leaving the crew to their own merriment even though a few seemed to have a gaze of rage, wanting nothing more than to fight the ruthless pirate crew.

After the guards finally left from the deck of the vessel, Hongjoong nodded his head towards his navigator Yeosang who let out a whistle that could be heard from across the waves, indicating departure of the docks.

Once the ship set sail, the gentle rocking of the Illusion began to lull you back. And as the lanterns started flickering against the now dusky orange sky as the stars started to twinkle overhead, Wooyoung peered down into the depths every so often as the evening came to close. His eyes widened in awe as he caught sight of your shimmering tail gliding gracefully, scales glinting like jewels in the near full moonlight.

Below the waves, you circled the hull of the ship, watching with excitement as the crew went about their duties. It was like the calm before the storm, a moment of peace where you could compile your thoughts and emotions, particularly about the charming pirate who had ensnared your heart.

When the moon cast silvery light across the sea, and the wind had settled into a gentle whisper, you finally emerged, slipping quietly onto the deck. You perched yourself on the railing. And that night, restless with thoughts of you, Wooyoung had wandered to the back top deck once everyone was asleep, searching for fresh air and solitude. But his breath caught in his throat as he found you there, bathing in the starlight.

“Doll…” he stood there stunned, his voice a mixture of incredulity and wonder.

You smiled, your gaze playful. “What brings you up here, pretty pirate?” His eyes widened as he took in the breathtaking sight before him, but it was you who pushed again. "Missed me?" Your voice was melodious and teasing, seduction dancing on your lips.

His cheeks flushed at your boldness, his heart thrumming with a familiar intensity. “You’re a thief,” he playfully scolded, but there was warmth in his tone as he took a step closer until his hands could rest on the railing. “Stealing from a princess? Are you trying to get yourself caught?”

“Maybe,” You teased with a tilted head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “But you have to admit, I looked good doing it.”

Wooyoung let out a hearty chuckle, his posture shifting between admiration and want. “You look beautiful all the time. You always have,” He confessed before his brain could catch his tongue, allowing his feelings to spill over, borne by the intoxication of the moment.

With a sultry grin, you leaned in closer, your face only inches apart, and whispered, “Flattery will get you everywhere, you know…”

“Oh really.” He smirked, digging closer, your lips brushing just slightly. You hummed, your eyes hooded as you desperately waited for him to take the hint to kiss you. He chuckled, brushing his lips against yours, sweet and tender. The kiss ignited something electric within him as he felt himself respond instinctively, drawing you near as the elusive warmth of your hypnotic aura wrapped around his heart. His hand found your cold wet cheek, diving feverishly into the salty kiss. The noise that escaped your throat was quickly swallowed by Wooyoung before he pulled away for air.

It was like time had become non-existence and it was just you, him and the vast ocean, lulling you into pleasure and temptation. “You’re always cute when you blush,” You suddenly whisper, slicing the silence like a knife to butter. Pulling away slightly to revel in the rosy glow that painted his cheeks. Something primal ignited in Wooyoung then—a growl of need rumbled deep within him, spurring him to flirt back.

“You’re always cute when you scrunch your nose every time you’re mad.” His voice is barely above a whisper as his hand finds a place on the lap of your tail, feeling the gem-like scales beneath the pads of his fingers. “You’re always cute when you look at me with those hopeful eyes. Those big eyes that match the way I stare at you whenever you’re not looking.” Your eyes widened with delight, and before you could contain yourself, let alone get another word out, Wooyoung scooped you up with surprising ease, as if your siren form was weightless in his arms. “You’re always cute…beautiful. Stunning and magnificent.”

You smile, placing a hand on his chest you snuggled against his neck. “What about badasses?” You teased. He carried you into his cabin, gently laying you upon his bed like a rare treasure. Before closing the door, making sure no one saw him. He couldn’t help but smile as he stared at you. “Totally badass.”

You giggled as he climbed on top of you, caging you to the soft duck feather-filled bed. His lips found yours once again sealing your giggles to a whine. But it was when you felt his hands on your hips did you stop, pushing lightly against his shoulders. “Wait…”

“What’s the matter?” He instantly sat up, his hand moving from your waist to your cheek, cupping your face lovingly.

“Wouldn’t you prefer my human form?” you asked softly, your eyes searching his desperately.

With a gulp, he admitted, “I love your tail… I want you to stay like this.” His voice was barely a whisper as if saying it any louder might shatter the enchanting of the moment. As he inched back down to your face, showering you with soft kisses, your laughter danced in the air, a melody that wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into your spell. He couldn’t help but wonder if a siren’s kiss held magic beyond what he understood, but in that moment, he cared little for such intricacies. All that mattered was you, your presence in the form you wanted. Your laughter, Your very being blending with his, weaving a tapestry of emotions that felt like home amidst the wild seas.

So as you reached for the strings on his nightwear, you slowly undid each lace and knot. His lips never leave your skin as he litters you with his bright purple and pink marks almost a sheer contrast to the colouring of your scales. His smile could be felt against you, as you bit your lip while your fingers tugged for the fabric to be taken off his form. With a low quiet chuckle, he sat up once more, yanking his shirt off before pulling down his pants, flicking them off his ankles with nothing but inelegance. His legs fall on either side of your tail, his cock resting on his abdomen. You couldn’t help but whine out a noise you’ve never heard yourself make, wanting nothing more than to touch his hardened appendage.

“Everyone is asleep, so we are gonna have to get quiet okay?” His words were shaky with his breath heavy and uneven. You nodded your head eagerly as your hand fell down to your pelvis to untie the knots on either side of your hips, letting the cloth fall from your figure. Using your arm you sat up slightly to reach behind you to rug on the fabric that was firmly wrapped around your breasts but you ended up huffing, making wooyoung chuckle, “Let me help you.” His hands quickly tugged all the fabric off you, leaving your body bare in front of him. “Fuck…”

It was like he was star-struck, hypnotised by the sight of you. You felt blush creep over your face as your fingers ran along the slit on the front of your tail before slipping inside. Wooyoung’s eyes hooded in awe as you used your fingers to open your cunt up. “Don’t just stare, pirate…”

“I can’t help it.” He smirked, leaning down until his face was directly above your plump breasts. His tongue dipped out of his mouth to swirl around your hardening nipple. A shiver ran up your spine as you continued to pump yourself full with your fingers. But Wooyoung had other plans as he swapped between tits, gifting them both rushed nibbles before he sank further down, kissing along your tummy until he was in line with your pussy. “You’re so cute.”

His hand tugged your fingers out of you so he could replace them with his own, slipping two fingers inside you. His tongue found your little bud as he drank up your salty slick. “Wooyoung…fuck.” Your hands flew for his soft locks, sharply pulling as your hips bucked and thrashed against his lovingly desperate touch. “W-woo. I…nargh…” you gasped as you felt him hum in response, letting the vibration of his voice send shivers through you. You feel your mind fog over like the sea does in the early mornings as you tip closer and closer to the edge. Your hips buckled as Wooyoung thrusted his finger inside your cunt at a quickened pace. “Woo!!!”

“Come for me, baby.” His words were what you needed as you came with a silent scream. You bit your lip trying your best not to wake the other on board but when his thumb pushed firmly on your clit it was hard for you not to yelp his name over and over again like a broken record. “So pretty…”

His chuckles made you blush as he kissed up your body until he was face to face with you. His face glistened in the lantern light, his eyes warm as loving. For a moment your heart felt like it stopped as you stared at the human in front of you. He looked at you like no one ever had as if he could ride the waves of destiny without fear, sailing into the unknown alongside the siren that stole his heart. “My pretty pirate…”

Your whisper was delicate while your hand rested on his slick-covered cheek. His expression darkened as his mouth fell open ajar. Leaning forward, the tip of his cock rubbed along your slit making your breath hitch. And as your brow knit together your lips found his, letting him swallow all the hypnotic noises you created feeling him sink deeper inside you. Inch by inch. Wooyoung felt breathless, heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the waves and calming rock of the boat. He was entranced—not just by your beauty or your siren allure, but by the glimmers of connection you both had forged. All thoughts of treasure and piracy faded; now, you were his only greatest adventure. And as his hips picked up thrusting slowly and deeply inside you, the Illusion sailed forth into the dark expanse of the ocean, both your fates intertwining, not caring for anything that laid beyond the four walls around you. Not even the sea...

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rosyrosethings · 1 month ago

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Man Eater/Siren Y/n.

Y/n is a the girl every man desires and Harry can't resist her.

Disclaimer: I feel like a lot of writers make Y/n a little insecure girl and I know everyone has insecurities. But idk about yall but I feel like the I can have any man I want(sometimes) so I really enjoyed writing this. Hope you guys like it.

Warning: smut, cheating, sub harry, dom reader

4.5k words

Harry stood by the drink table, swirling the ice in his glass as he half-listened to Dan go on about his latest project. His mind was elsewhere, drifting back to Jane, who had opted to stay behind, nursing a cold. She'd insisted he go without her, to enjoy Mitch's birthday, to relax.

But relaxing had been impossible the moment he felt it—her presence. His body had sensed Y/N before his eyes had. A wave of heat and energy swept over him, tightening his chest, and without even thinking, he glanced toward the entrance.

There she was.

The woman he thought he had moved on from, the one who could ensnare any man with just a look—Y/N. Her dark skin seemed to shimmer under the dim party lights, her long legs accentuated by a dangerously short skirt. Her hair cascaded effortlessly down her back, swaying as she moved through the room, her smile dazzling as she greeted familiar faces.

"Harry? You okay, mate?" Dan’s voice snapped him out of his trance.

Harry blinked, turning his head sharply. "What?"

Dan chuckled, following Harry's gaze. "Oh, yeah... beautiful, isn't she?" That was the effect she had on men. Sometimes Harry wished he never met her. The power she held over him was unreal. Even Dan calling her beautiful had him feeling a bit possessive

Harry gritted his teeth, feeling his heart race as Y/N hugged and mingled with the guests. Her laugh floated through the air, and Harry swore he could feel it wrapping around him like a spell.

"Excuse me," Harry muttered to Dan before heading for the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and leaned against the sink, gripping the porcelain edges tightly. His reflection stared back at him, his jaw clenched. Get it together, Styles, he thought. Don’t let her lure you in again.

It had been months since they last saw each other, months since they last… messed around. He would text her, no response for hours even days but whenever she texted him. He would respond immediately. If she called for him he would jump.

Jane was everything stable, safe. But Y/N? She was wild, unpredictable. A siren, pulling him deeper whenever she was near.

He took a deep breath, splashing cold water on his face. He couldn't let himself get caught in her orbit again. Not tonight.

When he finally left the bathroom, the air felt charged, his skin tingling with anticipation. He weaved through the crowd, heading straight for Mitch. He needed something—anything—to distract him.

"Mitch, mate, happy birthday!" Harry exclaimed, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

"Thanks, man! Glad you made it," Mitch replied, smiling.

They chatted easily, Harry grateful for the reprieve, until—

“Happy Birthday, Mitchell!" a familiar voice cut through the conversation.

Harry froze.

He turned just in time to see Y/N wrapping her arms around Mitch in a tight hug, her voice sweet as honey. She was the only person who called him Mitchell, a nickname she'd coined ages ago. Mitch didn't seem to mind; in fact, his grin widened as he hugged her back.

"Thanks, Y/N," Mitch said with a chuckle, patting her on the back.

"I got your gift. It's over on the table," she said, pointing behind her. "Didn’t know where else to put it."

Mitch barely had time to respond before someone else called his name from across the room. "Sorry, guys," he said, excusing himself. Sending Harry a sympathetic look before walking away.

And then, it was just Harry and Y/N.

"Look who it is," Y/N said, her voice dripping with playful mischief, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him.

Harry felt a lump form in his throat, her gaze drawing him in like it always did. She tilted her head slightly, as if daring him to speak.

But he couldn’t move. Not yet. The memories of their last night together—the heat, the tension, the way her touch lingered far longer than it should have—flooded his mind, clouding his judgment.

"Long time, no see," she said, stepping closer, her presence commanding all his attention.

Harry swallowed hard, trying to muster the willpower not to fall under her spell again. But the pull was undeniable. She was electric, like pure fire, and he, once again, was the moth drawn to her irresistible flame.

He forced a smirk, trying to seem casual despite the chaos swirling inside him. "Didn’t think I’d see you tonight. Thought you were off traveling."

She shrugged, her smile lazy and seductive, never wavering. "I was. But Mitch's birthday is special, you know? And besides… I always find my way back."

Her words lingered between them, heavy with a meaning he couldn’t ignore.

"Where’s that little girlfriend of yours?" she asked, her voice soft but pointed, her gaze locking onto his. Every time their eyes met, it was as though her power seeped into him, coiling around his thoughts. He could feel the familiar tug, the way she seemed to unravel him with just a glance.

So he looked away, pretending to scan the room.

"Jane couldn’t make it," Harry said, clearing his throat, the weight of her name like an anchor tethering him to some semblance of control. He hoped it would be enough to ground him.

Y/N’s smile faltered, but only for a fraction of a second, something darker flickering behind her eyes. She stepped closer, leaning in just enough for her voice to lower, teasing him. "Shame. I guess it’s just us, then."

His heart pounded, the sound of it deafening in his ears. He kept his eyes fixed on the crowd, avoiding her like he was running from a storm he couldn’t outrun.

"Uhh… so, how are things?" he asked, his voice dry and brittle. It was the only thing he could think to say, a flimsy attempt to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters.

"Things are okay," she replied softly, her tone suddenly casual, as if the tension between them hadn’t just spiked. "I’ve been around the world, but I think I’m staying put for a while."

There was something about the way she said it that made Harry’s stomach twist. He was about to respond when her voice dropped, the concern in it almost unnerving. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Her question threw him off balance, her concern cutting through the haze in his mind. "Just a bit parched. I’m going to grab a drink," he muttered, stepping to the side, desperate to escape her gravitational pull.

But before he could slip away, her hand wrapped around his arm, firm but gentle. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through his body, forcing him to look at her. He met her eyes, and for a moment, he was lost all over again. Maybe a drink could help him relax.

"Can you bring me something, too?" she asked, her voice soft but commanding, her gaze locking him in place.

His breath hitched, his mind spinning. The look in her eyes was hypnotic, and no matter how much he tried to resist, he couldn’t pull away.

"Yea, I can do that." He said, his nerves getting the best of him. He made his way to Mitch kitchen. Quickly grabbing him some water to help deal with the tension he could feel building. He looked over to see look at her again. Seeing another man already talking to her. His jaw clenched it was no time wasted. It was always like this with Y/n. He could tell that the man was offering her a drink but she denied making eye contact with Harry who was already looking at her. He could see her implying that Harry was getting her a drink. Harry grabbed a glass filling his with scotch. Needing something strong to deal with this. Filling Y/n a can of lemonade. She hated the taste of alcohol. Pouring her lemonade in a cup so she gives off the appearance that she is drinking. Which is what she likes. Harry remembers every detail about her.

Harry made his way back to Y/n. Stepping beside the random man.

"Here you are love." He said with a smile handing her the drink. Adding the 'love' almost like he's claiming his territory. He knew he shouldn't be behaving this way. But he hated how attractive she was.

"Thank you Harry." She said with a smile. The guy looked between them. Taking a hint before walking away. Y/n didn't even notice too focused on her newest victim.

Y/N raised the cup to her lips, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she took a sip. Harry stood beside her, his pulse quickening as the man who had been lingering near her quickly took the hint and left. He wasn’t sure if it was the scotch in his hand or the tension that had been simmering all night, but he felt a surge of possessiveness he couldn’t shake.

"You didn’t have to scare him off, you know," she teased, glancing up at him through her lashes, her voice smooth and low.

Harry raised an eyebrow, forcing a nonchalant smirk. "Scare him off? I didn’t say a word."

"You didn’t have to." She leaned in just slightly, her eyes locking onto his, her lips barely brushing the rim of her cup. "It’s like you claimed me in front of him, Harry. Didn’t think you’d still care that much."

His grip tightened around his glass, his mind spinning as her words hung in the air. He took a sip of his drink, letting the burn of the scotch fuel his response. "I don’t care," he lied, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. "Just didn’t want you to get stuck with some guy who’s not worth your time."

She laughed softly, the sound sending a wave of heat through him. "Is that so? And here I thought I could handle myself." Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was something more beneath the surface, something that felt like a challenge.

Harry felt the tension building again, the same magnetic pull between them that he had been fighting all night. He knew he should walk away, keep his distance, but there was something about her that always drew him back in.

"Maybe you can," he said, his voice softer now, his gaze flicking down to her lips. "But it doesn’t hurt to have backup, does it?"

Y/N tilted her head, studying him with a look that made his heart race. "You offering to be my backup now?" she asked, her voice dropping lower, teasing. "I remember a time when you’d jump at the chance."

Harry swallowed, trying to steady himself. "Things change."

"Do they?" She stepped closer, her body brushing against his as she whispered, "Because it feels like nothing’s changed at all."

He felt the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume filling the space between them. His breath caught in his throat, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, none of which involved Jane or any sense of control.

"You really should stop looking at me like that," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

"Like what?" Y/N asked, feigning innocence, but her eyes betrayed her. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Harry hated how good she was at it.

"Like you know exactly what’s going on in my head," he replied, his voice thick with tension. "Because I’m trying really hard not to—"

"Not to what?" she interrupted, stepping even closer until their faces were just inches apart.

"Not to fall for your game again," he admitted, his voice hushed, almost like a confession.

Y/N smiled, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his collar. "Who says it's a game?" she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "Maybe I just missed you."

The words sent a shiver through him, and he couldn’t stop the way his body reacted. His hand instinctively reached out, brushing against her waist, pulling her closer. He was losing the fight, and he knew it.

"I don’t believe you," Harry said, his voice low, but even as the words left his mouth, they felt weak.

She laughed softly, a sound that felt like it wrapped around him, teasing him, pulling him in deeper. "Then don’t," she whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw. "But you’ll stay anyway. You always do."

Harry closed his eyes, his mind screaming at him to stop, to pull away, but he couldn’t. The way her body fit against his, the way her breath felt warm against his skin—it was all too much.

"You’re impossible," he muttered, his voice strained, but his hands were already on her, pulling her closer.

"You love it," she teased, her eyes flicking up to meet his, a challenge dancing in their depths.

For a moment, they stood there, the tension between them crackling like electricity, neither of them willing to break the spell. It was dangerous, playing with fire like this, but Harry couldn’t resist her. He never could.

"I should walk away," he said, though his hands remained firmly on her hips.

"Then why don’t you?" Y/N whispered, her voice sultry and daring as she leaned in, her lips barely brushing his.

Harry's breath hitched, the fire between them burning hotter by the second. He knew he should walk away, but the pull was too strong. "Because you won’t let me."

Y/N smiled, her fingers tangling in his hair as she closed the distance between them, her lips grazing his in a soft, tantalizing kiss. "Exactly," she whispered against his lips, and before he could think, he was kissing her back, their bodies melting into each other like they had been waiting for this moment all night.

The kiss was slow at first, testing the waters, but it quickly deepened, the heat between them rising as all the restraint he had been clinging to shattered. Harry’s hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t get enough of her, as if he needed her to breathe.

It was everything he had been trying to resist, and now that he had her in his arms, he didn’t want to stop.

"See?" Y/N murmured against his lips, her voice breathless and full of satisfaction. "I always find my way back."

Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket, the vibration cutting through the haze of desire that clouded his mind. He broke away from Y/N, breathless, blinking as though he’d just woken from a dream. The air between them still crackled with tension, but the sudden intrusion of reality jolted him back. He glanced down at the screen.

It was Jane.

His heart raced for a different reason now. Guilt settled in his chest as he quickly looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed. But no one was paying attention. The room hummed with casual conversation, and he realized they had tucked themselves into a corner, mostly hidden from view.

"Hold on" he muttered to Y/N, his voice low, his throat tight. He stepped away from her, feeling the weight of her gaze on his back as he moved toward the hallway just outside the bathroom.

He answered the call, forcing his voice to sound steady. "Hey, Jane."

"Hey, baby," Jane’s voice was soft, concerned. "Are you okay? I was just checking in. It’s getting late."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, his pulse still racing. He leaned against the wall, trying to gather himself. "Yeah, I’m fine," he replied, his voice calm despite the chaos swirling in his mind. "I should be home soon."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Harry could feel Y/N’s presence even before he saw her. She had followed him into the hallway, her steps slow and deliberate. His back stiffened, but he didn’t turn around. Not yet. He could hear Jane asking something, but his mind was already distracted.

Y/N didn’t wait for an invitation. She stepped closer, her breath warm against his neck, her fingers grazing the back of his shirt. Harry’s entire body tensed, but before he could react, her lips found his skin, pressing soft, teasing kisses along the side of his neck.

Harry’s grip tightened around the phone, his voice nearly cracking as he tried to focus. "Yeah… I’m still at Mitch’s. Just... just saying goodbye." His words were hurried, clipped, but he tried to keep them even, praying that Jane wouldn’t notice the strain in his voice.

Y/N smiled against his neck, her lips trailing lower, dangerously close to his collarbone. She wasn’t holding back now, her kisses deliberate and slow, her hand sliding around his waist, pulling him back into her orbit. It was intoxicating—the way she knew exactly how to play him, how to unravel him even in the middle of a phone call.

"Are you sure everything’s okay?" Jane asked, her voice tinged with worry. "You sound… off."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, his breath catching in his throat as Y/N’s teeth grazed his skin, sending a jolt through him. "I’m fine," he forced out, his voice shaky. "Just… just tired. I’ll be home soon, I promise."

Y/N’s soft chuckle was barely audible, but he could feel the satisfaction radiating off her. She was pushing him, testing how far she could go. Her hand slid up his chest, and Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound.

"Okay," Jane said, clearly still concerned. "I love you, Harry. Drive safe, okay?"

He swallowed hard, guilt crashing over him in waves. "I love you too," he muttered, his voice almost breaking as Y/N’s lips continued to work their way along his neck.

As soon as he hung up, he let out a shaky breath, his head spinning from the intensity of it all. Y/N pulled back slightly, her smirk visible in the dim light of the hallway.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," he whispered as he turned to face her. his voice rough, his heart pounding in his chest.

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You love it," she teased, her voice soft and seductive as she leaned in again, her lips just inches from his ear. "Besides, you didn’t stop me."

Harry’s breath hitched, his body still trembling from the closeness of her. She was right—he hadn’t stopped her. He could’ve, but he didn’t. Instead, he had let her push him further and further, crossing lines he knew he shouldn’t.

"I should go," Harry said, though the words barely held any weight. His body was still on fire from her touch, and despite everything, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Instead, he did the opposite. His hands slid down to her waist, gripping her tightly, pulling her closer to him, their bodies pressing together as if he needed the contact to breathe.

Y/N tilted her head, her smirk never fading, her eyes gleaming with victory. "You don’t really want that," she whispered, her hands finding their way around his neck, fingers gently brushing the nape. She pulled his face closer, their lips inches apart, her breath warm against his skin.

Her words hung in the air, thick with temptation. Harry felt like he was standing on the edge of something dangerous, teetering between falling back into the same patterns or somehow finding the strength to walk away. His mind screamed at him to stop, to go home to Jane, to salvage what was left of his control.

But Y/N’s pull was too strong. She was too close, too intoxicating.

He looked down at her, his breath shallow, the last threads of his resolve unraveling. He could see the amusement in her eyes, the way she knew exactly what she was doing to him, how she always had the upper hand.

"I hate you," he muttered, though the words held no conviction. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. His lips hovered near hers, his body betraying everything he was trying to fight.

Y/N laughed softly, her lips grazing his ear, sending another shiver down his spine. "Mmhmm," she hummed back, her voice thick with satisfaction. She knew she had him.

And with that, Harry gave in. He kissed her again, harder this time, his lips crashing against hers as if he couldn’t get enough. There was no hesitation, no holding back, just raw, unfiltered desire. His hands gripped her waist even tighter, pulling her flush against him as they melted into the kiss, the world outside disappearing.

Harry pulled away, looking down at her. He reached behind her opening the door to the bathroom.

"Inside. Now." He said, his voice authoritative. She grabbed him by his collar pulling him in with her. Harry closed the door behind him. Kissing her immediately as she leaned against the sink. The kiss intensified behind closed doors. Harry has missed her mouth so much. She started to unbutton the shirt. Once unbuttoned her hands grazed all over her chest. Harrys lips made it way down her neck. Kissing her neck. All there movements were hungry and desperate. Her top was scoop neck no bra in sight her nipples hard harry pulled down the top revealing her small breast.his hands started pinching her nipples. Getting a small gasp from Y/n. He loved the sound of satisfaction from her. Whenever she gave him the slightest moans. It was more than enough for him.

Her hand slid his chest to the bulge in his trousers. "Ohh you're so hard already. Must have missed me?" She said with a smirk she worked the button of his pants undoing and quickly unzipping the pants before letting them fall to his feet. Once her hand grazed his dick through his briefs he felt like he was going bust right then and there. He quickly picked her up. By her ass putting her on the counter of sink. His lips found hers kissing her hungry as he grinding his bulge against her as he he kissed her. Their tongues exploring each other excessively. Her pleated skirt flipped up against his her. He let out moans. Enjoying every second of her. Grinding against the west spot between his legs. Feeling like a teenage boy who finally was able to touch a woman. He was so eager

"Take my panties off," she panted against his lips. He complied, stepping back and pulling the red lace down her legs over her red heels. leaving her skirt in place. As she took them from him, she held the soaked fabric up to his face; he buried his nose in them, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent of her arousal.

"You missed havent you?" She asked seductively , He nodded. His nose snuffed in the panties. He did miss it. Her scent was his favorite.

"Take them off." She said her hand gesturing to his gray briefs. He nodded pulling his briefs down to his ankles with his pants. He stepped closer to her. His dick grazing against her pussy. A small hiss released from his mouth. She grabbed his dick. Placing right at her entrance before he could push himself in.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She purred as his hardened tip grazed against her entrance. He nodded fervently, unable to form words with the overwhelming need coursing through him. She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Use your words, tired of the nods," she scolded, a hint of arousal lacing her stern tone.

"Yes, please," he pleaded desperately, earning a satisfied smirk from her.

"That's it, my good boy," she cooed, "come on baby."

With a soft sigh and an alluring smirk, she guided him inside her. Harry's eyes rolled back in bliss. He was lost in the ecstasy of Y/n's pleasure, craving nothing but the sweet release that only she could give him.

"My baby, did you miss my warm, wet pussy?" she purred, her hand caressing the back of his neck.

"Mmmhmm," he moaned in response. He grip tightened on his neck,

"Say it with your words," she demanded firmly.

"Yes, I missed it so much," he gasped, closing his eyes in pleasure. He craved this submission to her. Jane was a good partner, but Y/n ignited a fiery passion within him that he could not resist.

"Can your little girlfriend give you the same pleasure that I can?" she taunted with a knowing smirk. He didn't answer, instead thrusting faster and harder into her awaiting body.

"Answer me," she demanded, her grip tightening around his neck as she pinched his nipple with her other hand. The pain shot through him, but it only added to the pleasure.

He mumbled incoherently, desperately trying to answer her question. "She can't," he repeated, his words becoming more and more slurred as he lost himself in the moment. But Y/n just smiled, moving both of her hands to the back of his neck and pulling his forehead towards hers.

"You're such a good boy," she purred, looking deeply into his eyes as their bodies moved together in rhythm. The friction between them was electric, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. Harry could feel himself getting close, his release building within him.

"Are you gonna cum, baby?" Y/n whispered seductively, knowing exactly what effect her words would have on him.

"Yes, please," he groaned, still thrusting deeply inside her.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked eagerly, desperation evident in his voice.

"Hmm, I don't know," Y/n teased, biting her lip playfully as she continued to move with him. She wanted to draw out this moment, make him beg for release.

"Y/n, please," he begged, his control slipping away from him.

"Tell me who your dick belongs to," she commanded with a sly smirk on her lips. And with that final push, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He surrendered completely to her, letting out a guttural moan as he finally reached his peak.

The sound of their grunts and heavy breaths filled the room as they moved in perfect rhythm. "Fuckk! It's yours! Only yours!" he said, struggling to maintain a steady pace with his thrusts.

She smiled and whispered, "You can cum." With her lips still connected to his, she felt Harry release inside her, feeling his body shudder in defeat. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"You're always so good for me, Harry," she said lovingly, running her hand through his hair and placing a soft kiss on his ear. He didn't say anything in response, but the way he held onto her told her all she needed to know.

"Harry, you have to get back to Jane." She said, his dick still resting inside her. Harry's reality sinks back in. What he did. He pulled himself out of her quickly pulling up his pants. She could see the flustered look on his face.

”Harry.” she said placing her red lacet panties in his hand.

"Keep these for the next time I feel like playing with you," she whispered, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she handed him her panties. She casually fixed her hair and applied a fresh coat of lip gloss, her movements slow and deliberate. With one last teasing glance over her shoulder, she left the restroom, now panties-less, leaving Harry standing there, still burning with desire, his mind racing as he watched her disappear.

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Milk Of The Siren pt.2

captain!abby x siren!reader a/n: literally soo late with this! But it's here now!! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ ⇢ part one 𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼

The first light of dawn filtered through the cave entrance, casting a soft, golden glow across the lagoon. The water, once a mysterious shade of midnight blue, now shimmered with pink and orange hues, reflecting the rising sun's vibrant colors.

You emerged from the depths of the lagoon, your iridescent scales catching the early morning light, creating a mesmerizing display of colors that danced across the cave. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of salt and seaweed, and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore.

"I've returned with—AH!" you exclaimed, just in time to see a thick piece of wood hurtling toward you. Instinctively, you dove back into the water, the sudden motion creating ripples. Causing nearby sea creatures to scatter, their glowing forms disappearing into the shadows.

Beneath the water, you grumbled to yourself, peering up through the distorted surface at Abby. The underwater view warped her figure, her movements slow and dreamlike as she wiped her forehead with her forearm.

"My apologies!" Abby called out, her voice muffled and distorted by the water. "I'm still learning to use..." She glanced down at the makeshift tool you had crafted for her—a blend of driftwood and seaweed bound together to serve as a hammer. "Well, this."

You peeked above the water, your eyes glinting with annoyance. It had been months since Abby had begun constructing the boat, and progress had been slower than expected. The small boat, meant to be her ticket out of the lagoon, still lay incomplete, its frame sturdy but still lacking.

Abby was kneeling by the boat, tinkering with a piece of rope that she had looped awkwardly around one of the driftwood supports. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her fingers fumbling with the knots. Peeking above the surface, you observed her silently.

"You treat it as if it were a toy," you murmured to yourself, your voice carrying through the water in a soft echo. The tools and materials you had previously gathered were scattered around her.

Abby then stood up, her movements casual as she reached for her shirt. She pulled it up to her face, wiping away her sweat. From the glow in the cave, you couldn't help but notice the intricate details of her body—the defined lines of her abs, the toned muscles that flexed beneath her skin.

The cave's cool air kissed Abby’s flushed cheeks, Her hair, tousled from the sea breeze, framed her face like a halo, with strands of wet hair clinging to her temples and neck.

You felt a pang of curiosity, a flicker of fascination. But you resisted, diving your gaze back into the water where the distorted view might calm the intensity of your thoughts.

"I will have to depart soon," you said, your voice creating bubbles through the water.

Abby looked down at you, her shirt still clutched in her hand. Her gaze met yours, eyes wide with concern. She held the fabric tightly, the remnants of sweat dripping from its edges.

"Why?" Abby's voice was soft, almost lost in the gentle sounds of the cave. The question lingered in the air, laden with the weight of impending separation.

You sighed, the sound bubbling through the water as you peeked above the surface, your eyes never leaving hers. "The materials I have supplied for you will occupy you for the time being," you continued, your tone firm.

Abby nodded slowly, her gaze shifting to the assortment of gathered seaweed, branches, and shells laid out neatly beside her

"My absence will soon be noticed by the other sirens," you admitted, " It has been months."

Abby nodded slowly, her mind processing your words. The sudden realization that time had slipped made her eyes soften with understanding. “I understand.”

You inclined your head in agreement, the movement fluid and natural as you regarded her. You studied her expression with keen eyes, noting the subtle shift in her demeanor.

"I’ll return by the next full moon," you continued. The sunlight filtering through the cave entrance created a soft, shimmering glow around you. "I will continue to supply you with materials. You must have everything you need to complete the boat."

Abby looked up at you, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. “Of course,” she said, her tone light and teasing. “You must ensure my leave.”

You grumbled under your breath, a mix of irritation and amusement flickering across your eyes. “You mock me.”

Abby's eyes locked onto yours with a sudden, piercing intensity, causing you to flinch involuntarily. Her azure eyes, a striking shade of blue, held a depth that seemed to mirror the very waters you roam, stirring a knot in your stomach—an unfamiliar sensation.

“I only tease.” she said, her voice softening into a gentle, soothing tone. The warmth of her words contrasted with the mischievous glint in her eyes, leaving you at a loss for words.

“Before you go,” Abby said, holding out a few seashells toward you. “Here,” she added, her voice soft. “I believe I no longer have use for them..”

You hesitated, your hand hovering above the shells. The contact with her skin was always a strange sensation—warm and oddly comforting, stirring feelings you were reluctant to acknowledge. Every time your fingers brushed against hers, it sent a thrilling jolt through you, a sensation both exhilarating and unnerving.

“Are you certain?” you asked, your voice betraying a hint of hesitation. “I put in a lot of effort to gather your supplies, and I’d rather not see them go to waste...”

Abby’s gaze locked onto you, her eyes searching your face. You shifted uncomfortably, unable to hold her gaze, feeling a flush of warmth rise to your cheeks. Her eyes, filled with an unreadable emotion, made you look away.

“It isn’t fair to the ocean,” you continued, your voice softening. “It provides for us, and you must respect that.” The seashells glinted in the dim light of the cave, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the shadows. “Every piece, every bit of the sea, has its place and purpose.”

Abby smiled gently, her expression reassuring. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do such a thing,” she said, settling down at the edge of the lagoon. “I simply can’t find a use for them; they’re all cracked.”

You glanced at the shells in her hand, and she was right—their delicate structures were indeed fractured, not sturdy enough for any practical use.

“Surely they can.” you replied, reaching out to take them from her.

Your fingers brushed against her palm, the warmth of her skin sending a thrill through you, leaving you momentarily breathless. It was a sensation you couldn’t quite comprehend—a confusing mix of pleasure and unease. Perhaps it was your instincts craving her warmth, or something deeper and more mysterious.

The thought of feeding upon her, though a familiar part of your nature, seemed strangely less appealing compared to the comfort she offered. You tried to focus on the practical aspect, but your stomach turned with each lingering touch.

“You see,” you began, forcing yourself to concentrate on the seashells, “even these cracked shells can be useful. They can be used as decorative elements or for crafting pieces.” You hoped that by redirecting your attention, you could brush off the moment.

Abby tilted her head, curiosity evident in her eyes. “How so?” she asked.

“I’ll demonstrate,” you replied.

You took the cracked shells from her hand and set to work. With careful movements, you began transforming the fragile pieces into intricate hair clips.

The process demanded precision, and you could feel Abby’s eyes on you.. Her gaze seemed to weigh heavily on your shoulders, making your fingers tremble slightly as you worked. Each time you looked up, you caught a glimpse of her observing you intently, and it only added to the tension you were feeling.

You could feel your frustration mounting, anger and embarrassment rising within you. The sirens often spoke of the danger of being affected by humans, and here you were, struggling to maintain composure while a mere human’s gaze seemed to unsettle you. It felt as though your control was slipping, and the very act of creating these clips, which should have been straightforward, was becoming a struggle.

You felt exposed, vulnerable, and it made you angry—angry at yourself for allowing a human to have such an effect on you.

Abby’s gaze remained fixed on you, her eyes softening as she watched you work. “I don’t mean to distract you,” she said quietly, sensing the shift in your demeanor. “It’s simply… fascinating to see what you can do.”

You gritted your teeth, forcing a tight smile as you finished the last of the clips. “It’s nothing.” you said sharply, trying to regain your composure.

Abby’s expression was a mix of admiration and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. “They’re beautiful,” she said softly, reaching out to touch one of the clips.

You felt a surge of irritation as Abby’s hand moved closer to the clips. Without thinking, you sharply slapped her hand away. “They’re delicate.” you blurted, trying to mask your frustration behind a flimsy excuse. The abrupt action seemed to echo through the quiet of the cave, your pulse quickening in your ears.

Abby’s hand recoiled from your slap, and she looked at you with surprise and amusement. Her laughter, light and unexpected, filled the space between you. “Okay, okay,” she said, her voice carrying a playful tone. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

Despite her reassured demeanor, you couldn’t shake a feeling. The irritation you felt was not just about the intrusion but about the conflicting emotions stirred up by this human. The very fact that Abby’s presence could make you feel so vulnerable, was deeply unsettling. The urge to lash out, to push her away, was strong, but the notion of harming her felt wrong.

You looked away, feeling a flush of both anger and embarrassment. “Just… handle them carefully,” you said, your voice rough. “They’re not as sturdy as they seem.”

Abby nodded, still chuckling softly. “I’ll be sure to be gentle with them,” she promised. She seemed genuinely intrigued by your reaction, her eyes reflecting an unexpected warmth. It was clear she found your fierceness endearing, but for you, it only added to the chaos inside.

“I’ll place them in your hair for you,” you offered, trying to mask the anxiety with a sense of control. “I don’t quite trust that you’ll handle them as carefully as they deserve.” Your voice was firmer than you felt, a desperate attempt to maintain composure.

Abby’s eyes widened with a hint of amusement, and she raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so?” she said, a teasing note in her voice. “Very well.”

Your hands, usually so steady and confident, now felt shaky as you reached for Abby’s hair.

Her long, dark blond hair cascaded like a waterfall of sunlight and shadow, each strand woven together with a silky smoothness that felt almost unreal. As you gently sifted through her hair, you could feel the soft texture against your fingertips.

The longer you worked, the more you became aware of how deeply you craved to tangle your fingers in her hair, to feel the fullness of it wrapped around your hands. There was something thrilling about the idea, an urge to pull and entwine. The sensation was so unfamiliar, as if each touch of her hair awakened a part of you that had long been sealed. You couldn’t believe how such a simple act could stir up such feelings.

As you looked down at Abby, the details of her face seemed to magnify, each feature more captivating than the last. Her long lashes fluttered softly with each blink, her nose was lightly rounded with a gentle bump, seeming to need the trace of a fingertip, an urge to explore its contours. Her lips, slightly pouting with a hint of curiosity, their natural shape perfect.

Abby’s eyes, now focused on you with an almost conspiratorial glint, made it even harder to concentrate. “You’re surprisingly gentle,” she commented softly, her voice just above a whisper. “I didn’t think you'd be so concerned.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat. You were acutely aware of every detail: the way her hair fell against her shoulders, the faint scent of the sea that clung to her, and the undeniable pull you felt toward her.

Abby looked up at you, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity. There was an unspoken connection in the way she studied you, her eyes dark with a mix of curiosity and something deeper. You could feel the weight of her gaze, a sensation that seemed to pull at something inside you, making you hyper-aware of every movement and emotion.

"Is something the matter?" you asked, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Slowly, Abby reached up with a tentative hand, her fingers brushing gently against your skin. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt through you.. Her eyes, still fixed on yours, seemed to search for something, a deeper understanding or perhaps a connection that words could not express.

“You’re possessing..” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper, but filled with an underlying intensity. Her gaze shifted to your lips, lingering there with a look that conveyed longing. Her touch, though gentle, seemed to hold a promise of something more, an invitation that made your pulse quicken.

At that moment, a stark realization overcame you. The thought of sharing Abby with anyone else, of another discovering her, made your skin crawl with a deep unease. The notion of her dying at the hands of another siren was unthinkable—if she were to meet her end, it would have to be at your own hands.

“I must go..” you said, the words coming out strained and reluctant, as though they were being forced from you against your will.

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Isaac gestured towards a chair with a nod. “Have a seat, please.”

Ellie hesitated at the door of Isaac's office, her heart racing. The room was shrouded in darkness; the heavy curtains were drawn tight, letting in only a faint, eerie glow from the lights outside. The air was thick with the acrid smell of cigarettes, lingering like a heavy fog. She took a seat in the worn, leather chair opposite Isaac's desk, her mind already racing through possibilities.

“If this is about the delays in our hunts, it’s because we’re still waiting for the ammunition shipment. Jessie was supposed to handle it-”, her voice trembling slightly. She had been feeling the pressure of the delayed shipments and hoped this meeting wouldn’t be about her failures.

“Williams.” Isac cut her off with a sharp, authoritative tone.

Ellie fell silent, her mouth snapping shut. She looked up at Isac, confusion knitting her brow.

“This is nothing of the matter,” Isac continued, his tone indicating the gravity of the situation. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk. He slid a dossier across the desk towards Ellie. The file was thick, its surface marked with a red stamp that read “ANDERSON.”

Ellie’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of the dossier. Her confusion deepened as she picked up the file, feeling the weight of it in her hands.

“As you’re aware, Anderson was responsible for delivering crucial cargo to Europe,” Isaac's voice was calm but carried an undertone of tension. “There’s been a serious breach. We suspect Anderson of taking the cargo for her own gain”

Ellie’s hand gripped the file tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. The words seemed to ring in her mind, the gravity of the accusation sinking in. She stood abruptly, her face flushed with shock and disbelief. “No!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in protest. “Abby would do nothing of the sort!”

Isaac's gaze remained steady, his expression unyielding. “We have evidence the cargo never reached its intended destination,” he said, his voice cold and precise. “The delay is suspicious, and Anderon’s sudden disappearance only proves our concerns.”

Ellie’s eyes widened, her voice trembling with both anger and desperation. “You can’t honestly believe that Abby would steal from you! She’s been nothing but reliable. If there’s a problem, there has to be another explanation.”

Isaac's voice cut through Ellie’s mounting frustration. “That’s where you’re mistaken, Williams. There’s no other explanation.”

A jolt of realization struck Ellie. She suddenly understood that this wasn’t just about finding Abby or ensuring her safety—it was about the missing cargo.

“You only care for the cargo!” Ellie shouted, her voice echoing sharply against the dim walls. ““You don’t give a damn about Abby’s well-being!”

Isaac’s expression remained unreadable as he met her fiery gaze. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken truths. Finally, Isaac spoke, his tone as cold as the room’s oppressive atmosphere. “A thief doesn’t deserve my concern.”

Ellie’s anger flared, her hands trembling as she struggled to control her emotions.

Isaac's face remained impassive, his eyes cold and unyielding. “My concern is for the cargo and its value to our operations,” he said flatly. “Abby’s personal fate is irrelevant if she has compromised our interests. The priority is recovering what was lost.”

In a surge of frustration, Ellie grabbed the dossier from her hands and hurled it towards Isaac. The file flying through the air, papers scattering in a chaotic flutter as they rained down around him. The sudden movement shocked him, his eyes widening slightly as he watched the documents drift to the floor. The dim light from the desk lamp illuminated the disarray, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Ellie’s face was flushed with anger and resolve, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

"I'm not helping you," Ellie declared, her voice falt despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

Isaac's gaze remained steady, though his surprise was evident. He leaned back in his chair, his expression a mixture of irritation and contemplation. “You refuse?” he asked, his voice tinged with a cold edge.

Ellie met his gaze with a fierce determination. “I refuse to be part of an operation that disregards the well-being of the people involved,” she shot back. “I’ll find Abby, and I’ll make sure she’s safe. If you want to know what happened, you’ll have to look elsewhere.”

With that, Ellie turned sharply and stormed out of the office, the sound of her footsteps echoing down the corridor.

───────

"At last, you've returned," Dina said, swimming towards you with swift, graceful movements. Her tail, a shimmering blend of emerald and sapphire, caught the faint light, creating a mesmerizing glow. Mel followed closely behind, her tail a deep, rich violet that faded into midnight blue at the tips, moving with the fluid elegance of a predator.

Dina and Mel were among the most skilled of all sirens, their abilities in both hunting and navigating the treacherous waters unmatched. Dina's lithe form and sharp eyes had made her a master of stealth, while Mel's strength and agility made her a formidable force in any confrontation. Both of them now circled you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"What has occupied you?" Mel asked, her voice carrying an edge as she swam around you, her gaze never leaving your face. "There have been whispers."

You tried to steady your breathing, keeping your expression neutral. "Hunting," you replied, attempting to sound casual. “I ventured further than usual, looking for richer waters.”

“You must’ve ventured to another sea for you to be gone for months ,” Mel remarked, her violet and blue tail flicking with curiosity. Her eyes, still tinged with suspicion, held yours firmly.

Dina’s eyes narrowed, and she sniffed the water around you, a hint of skepticism in her gaze. “You reek of human,” she said, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Mel swam closer, her eyes piercing as she scrutinized you. “Bloodbathing alone?” she asked, her tone accusing. The act of bloodbathing—killing multiple humans at once—was a serious offense among sirens. The act is carried out alone, and is viewed as both selfish and gluttonous.

“No.” you snapped. “I was merely exploring new territories.”

Mel’s tail flicked impatiently, the violet and blue shimmering in the water. “Exploring or hiding something?” she challenged. “Your scent is too strong for just simple encounters.”

Dina’s gaze remained fixed on you, her expression unreadable. “The council isn’t too fond of such an act,” she warned.

In the ocean’s darkest depths, the Council of Elders—composed of the oldest and most powerful sirens—gather to pass judgment. Bloodbathing was deemed a serious crime, and the penalties for such an offense were severe.

Exile being the most common consequence, with a siren being marked with a scar and cast into treacherous currents. In more extreme cases, the council performs Scouring, removing a siren's scales and leaving them vulnerable to attacks. The worst punishment was Soul Binding, where a siren's soul is anchored to the sea floor, enduring endless darkness and crushing pressure—a fate deemed worse than death.

You hardened your expression, "You believe I'd risk everything for mere humans? Don't insult me."

Mel swam closer, her fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear. "The sirens whisper you’ve gone soft since you’ve returned" she murmured, her tone a mixture of curiosity and challenge.

"You humor me," you snapped, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "I've been focused on finding new hunting grounds and ensuring our safety. That is all."

Dina's smirk widened, but her eyes remained sharp and assessing. "Prove it.”

Dina looked at Mel for a moment, their eyes communicating a silent conversation. After a brief pause, Mel turned back to you with a sharp, authoritative tone. ““Accompany us on a hunt. We received word of a small ship approaching.”

Dina’s eyes narrowed slightly as she added, “You were not present for the previous one.”

Mel’s expression darkened.“Unfortunately, our feast won’t be as grand,” she said with a frown. “Only one human.”

Dina nodded in agreement. “We’ll split it,” she said. Her tone was final, a clear signal that the decision was made and there was no room for disagreement.

“It should arrive by the next full moon,” Mel said, her voice carrying the calm assurance of someone well-versed in the rhythm of the ocean. “We have ample time to prepare.”

You tried to keep your outward demeanor composed, “What exactly do you have planned?”

Dina, always the more strategic of the two, began outlining their plans with detailed precision. “We need to position ourselves well, use the currents to our advantage, and ensure we’re ready when the ship arrives.”

As you listened to Dina and Mel discuss their plans, a wave of panic surged through you. The full moon was just days away, and you couldn’t shake the thought of Abby being alone, possibly running out of food and materials.

Your mind raced with images of Abby in the cave, struggling without the supplies she needed. The small boat you had promised to help her construct was still incomplete, and you feared that she would be left in a dire situation while you were away hunting. The realization that she might be unprepared or worse, in danger, gnawed at you.

“I heard there’s a possibility it’s a woman!” Dina said, her voice bubbling with excitement as she swam in circles. Her emerald and sapphire tail flicked with anticipation, and her eyes sparkled with intrigue.

Mel joined Dina, leaning in closer. “Marlene mentioned she’s freckled.”

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You swam swiftly through the dark waters, the urgency in your movements matching the pounding of your heart. The familiar rock formations loomed ahead, and you maneuvered quickly to reach the lagoon’s entrance.

Bursting into the cave, your sudden entrance sent a splash of water onto the rocky shore where Abby was seated, her back turned to you. She jerked around, her eyes wide with surprise as droplets dripped from her wet hair.

"Back so soon?" Abby asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement. She raised an eyebrow, her expression playful. "You yearned for me that terribly?"

You tried to steady your breathing, forcing a calm demeanor despite the rush of adrenaline. "I had to return quickly. Things are more complicated than I anticipated."

Abby’s eyes softened, but there was a hint of a teasing smile on her lips. “Complicated? What could possibly be more complex than helping me build a boat?”

You met her gaze, trying to conceal the worry you felt. “It’s not just about the boat. There are... other factors to consider.” You hesitated, glancing around the cave to check on her supplies. “I came to make sure you have everything you need and to bring additional materials.”

You quickly checked the supplies and added what you had brought, trying to mask your anxiety. The weight of your secret and the looming threat of the hunt pressed heavily on you, but for now, your focus was on ensuring Abby had what she needed.

"I see.." Abby said, her smile widening as she looks at you.

───────

Night had fallen, casting a gentle darkness over the lagoon as Abby continued her work on the boat. The soft glow of a lantern illuminated her focused expression. You stayed nearby,comfortably settled on a smooth rock, enjoying the quiet moments and the rhythmic sound of Abby’s steady work.

Abby’s hands moved swiftly as she shaped and fitted wooden planks, concentrating in measuring and adjusting each piece. The cool breeze carried the scent of salt and sand, mixing with the faint aroma of the wood. The occasional clink of tools and the soft rustle of materials were the only sounds breaking the stillness of the night.

After a while, Abby paused, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. She glanced over at you, her expression relaxed. "You know," she began, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "it’s interesting how different our worlds are, yet we have managed to find common ground."

You looked up, intrigued. "In what way?"

Abby leaned back against the boat, her eyes thoughtful. "Well, for instance, the way humans and sirens view the world. We’re always so focused on creating and building—like this boat. It’s a way of shaping the world to fit our needs."

You nodded, considering her words. "And sirens?"

"You have a different perspective," Abby said, her gaze turning toward the lagoon. "You view yourselves as part of the natural world, more attuned to its rhythms. Your creations are often more about harmony.”

You smiled, finding her observations entertaining, “I agree.”

"You know," Abby continued, her voice reflecting a touch of nostalgia, "when I was younger, I used to spend hours just sitting by the water, listening to stories about sirens and their legends.”

"I never truly expected to encounter one,"Abby said, her eyes locking with yours. There’s a moment of silent connection, the gravity of her words hanging in the air between you.

“Is it more surreal than you had anticipated?” you asked, meeting her gaze with equal intensity.

Abby’s lips curved into a playful smile as she replied, “It’s captivating.”

Her reply made you momentarily freeze, a sudden warmth rising to your cheeks. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension, and you quickly looked away, trying to compose yourself.

Abby’s gaze softened as she studied you more closely, her earlier teasing giving way to concern. “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been a bit off since you returned. ”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat as you grappled with the decision to reveal your feelings. The weight of Abby’s gaze, filled with genuine concern, nudged you toward honesty. Finally, you took a deep breath and decided that it’s better to be straightforward.

You sighed, “The sirens are planning a hunt,” you confessed, your voice low. “It is scheduled for the same night I am meant to be with you. That is the reason I’m restocking your supplies so early.”

Abby’s eyes widened slightly, and she fell silent, processing your words. Her gaze dropped to the ground, a conflicted expression crossing her face. “You’re saying they plan to kill humans. They will be out hunting that night, and you are expected to be involved?”

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. “Yes. A hunt is a significant event for the sirens. If I don’t participate, it could raise suspicion and jeopardize everything.”

Abby’s face was a mask of turmoil. ““It’s difficult to imagine you taking a life,” she said quietly.

You met her gaze with a flat, almost detached expression. “I’ve killed countless.” you said, your tone devoid of emotion, as if you were discussing a mundane fact of life. To you, it was a normal part of existence, a necessity that had become ingrained in your world.

“It is the main source by which I obtain my energy,” you explained, your voice carrying a note of resigned practicality. You knew how your actions must appear to others, but to you, it was simply how things worked. The reality of your needs was an intrinsic part of your existence, one that was hard to reconcile with others’ perceptions.

“Besides,” you added, your tone shifting slightly to convey a sense of fairness, “You take the lives of our animals and sea creatures to sustain your own energy. It is only just that I do what is necessary to maintain mine.”

You sank down onto a flat rock near the edge of the cave, exhaustion and worry pressing heavily upon you. Resting your head in your arms, you closed your eyes momentarily, the cool surface beneath you offering a brief relief from the tension.

“Don’t worry,” you said softly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’ll only be one.” You tried to sound reassuring, as if the number of lives at stake would somehow make the situation any less dire. “A freckled one at that.”

Abby’s eyes widened, “Freckled?” she repeated, her tone laced with seriousness. “Are you certain?”

Her sudden intensity made you tense, and you could see the gears turning in her mind. "Why is it significant?"you asked, trying to remain calm, though the unease in your voice betrayed your agitation.

Abby began to pace back and forth, her movements sharp and agitated. “From where did you obtain this?”

she demanded, her voice tight with urgency.

Your eyes widened in shock. “What—?”

“where did you obtain this information?”” Abby repeated, her tone cracking under the weight of her concern. She stopped pacing and fixed you with a piercing gaze, her eyes searching yours for answers.

“The other sirens received information about the ship,” you explained, your voice steady despite the situation. . “I am unaware of who the human is.”

Abby’s face paled, and she began to pace again, her movements more frantic this time. “If that ship is marked as originating from Jackson…” She stopped abruptly, her eyes wide with dawning realization. “It is possible that they may be searching for me.”

“I need to see it.” Abby said, her tone urgent and determined. “You must take me with you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What—?”

“That ship could be my opportunity to return home,” Abby explained, her voice growing more fervent. “If I am able to board it, I will not even need to complete this.”” She glanced over at the boat she’d been diligently working on, the unfinished vessel now seeming less significant.

“Are you hearing yourself?” you said, frustration edging your voice. “Bringing you to a hunting location is pure stupidity. It’s dangerous—”

Abby cut you off, her expression hardening. “ If that ship is indeed what I believe it to be, the risk is justified. I cannot afford to miss this chance.”

Her words seemed to blend into a confusing haze, muffled by the chaos of emotions swirling within you. The idea of Abby leaving your care, of potentially losing her, caused your body to tremble. As the realization of her departure hit you with an intensity you hadn’t anticipated, your breathing grew uneven.

The thought of returning to solitude, of reclaiming your cave, felt almost insignificant in comparison of her leaving. The connection you shared with her had evolved into something far more significant.

Abby’s hopeful gaze met yours, her expectations clear in her eyes. “Please,” she urged softly, “Help me do this.”

The impulse to lunge at Abby was almost irresistible, to wrap her in your arms with a force of desperation, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. You wanted to hold her so tightly that she could never escape, to preserve the warmth and comfort she had brought into your life.

A thought flickered through your mind, an irrational impulse to end her life right then and there, so that she could remain with you for eternity.

How could you possibly let her go, knowing how her presence had woven itself into the fabric of your existence? The thought of her departure felt like a gaping void opening up, an emptiness that threatened to consume you.

“No.” you said, locking eyes with her, the finality of the word hanging heavily in the air.

The single word echoed in the space between you, the weight of it settling heavily. Abby’s hopeful expression faltered, a flicker of hurt and confusion crossing her face. She stood there, the tension of the moment etched deeply in her features, as the reality of your refusal sank in.

Abby’s voice trembled with confusion. “What…?”

“No.” you repeated.

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wonyowonyo · 4 months ago

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Burnout (P. Hanni X M!Reader)

Another upd for my cutie pham <3 This one's loosely inspired by a song with the same title as the story. I also used first person POV for this one to amplify the feelings for the story. Anyways this one was really a new experience for me, but I hope yall like this!

You and Hanni strolled hand-in-hand through the bustling city streets, the glowing lights of Seoul casting a warm glow over their faces. As an up-and-coming idol, Hanni's fame was on the rise, but in this moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, lost in your own little world.

Hanni's delicate features were radiant, her brown eyes sparkling with joy as she laughed at one of your silly jokes. The sound sent a shiver down your spine - God, you loved that laugh. It was music to your ears, a siren's call that you could never resist.

You both ducked into a cozy café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries enveloping both of your noses. Hanni's eyes lit up as she surveyed the menu, eagerly describing her favorite drinks and desserts. You couldn't help but be captivated by her enthusiasm, her passion infectious.

As you both sipped your drinks and shared a decadent slice of cake, Hanni's phone suddenly buzzed with a call. Her manager's name flashed on the screen, and you could see the disappointment in her eyes as she reluctantly answered.

The conversation was brief, but you could tell by the way Hanni's shoulders slumped that it was not good news. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," she said, her voice laced with regret. "I have to go. There's an emergency at the agency, and they need me back right away."

You nodded, understanding the demands of her career, even if it meant sacrificing your precious time together. You pulled her into a tight embrace, savoring the warmth of her body and the familiar scent of her perfume. "It's okay, love. I know how important your work is. Go, and be amazing."

Hanni squeezed your back, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I love you, You. I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?"

With a final, lingering kiss, Hanni hurried out the door, leaving you alone in the cozy café, the bittersweet taste of their interrupted date still lingering on your lips.

You sit alone in the café, the once-vibrant atmosphere now feeling a bit hollow without Hanni's presence. You take a sip of your now lukewarm coffee, the bitter liquid doing little to soothe the ache in your chest.

As you stare out the window, watching the bustling city go by, memories of your relationship flood your mind. The way Hanni's face would light up when you both plan a spontaneous date night, the inside jokes you guys shared that would have you both in stitches, the tender moments where you simply hold each other close, reveling in the comfort of each other's embrace.

But lately, those moments had become fewer and farther between. Hanni's schedule had become increasingly demanding as her fame and success grew. You understood, of course – you knew what you were signing up for when you fell for the charming idol. Yet, it didn't make it any easier to accept the reality of your situation.

You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair in frustration. You want nothing more than to be by Hanni's side, to support her and be there for her, but the distance and the constant interruptions are starting to wear on you. You love her with every fiber of your being, but the uncertainty of your future together is a heavy weight on your heart.

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, the bustling noise of the café fades away, and all you can hear is the echoes of Hanni's laughter, the soft whispers of "I love you," and the bittersweet ache of a love that feels further and further out of reach.

The months pass, and you can't help but feel the growing distance between you and Hanni. What was once a vibrant, passionate love has slowly started to fade, like a once-vibrant painting slowly weathering away under the relentless march of time.

Hanni's schedule has become increasingly demanding, with back-to-back schedules, endless promotional events, and extended periods away from home. And with each passing day, You feel the ache in your heart grow stronger, the yearning for her touch, her laughter, her presence becoming a constant, nagging ache.

One evening, as you both sit across from each other in your apartment, the silence is deafening. Hanni's eyes are glued to her phone, fingers rapidly typing away as she coordinates her schedule. You watch her, your heart sinking with each passing moment.

"Hanni," you say softly, reaching out to gently touch her hand. "Can we talk?"

Hanni's gaze flicks up to meet yours, her expression guarded. "About what?" she asks, her tone clipped.

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat nearly choking you. "About us. About how... how things have been between us lately."

Hanni's eyes narrow slightly, and she pulls her hand away, setting her phone down on the table. "I don't know what you mean. Everything's fine."

"No, Hanni, it's not," You press, your voice rising with a desperate edge. "We used to be so close, so in sync. But lately, it feels like you're always distracted, always somewhere else. I feel like I'm losing you."

Hanni's jaw clenches, and she averts her gaze, unwilling to meet your pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but you knew what you were getting into when we started this. My career is important to me, and it's only going to get busier. If you can't handle that, then..."

She trails off, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air between them. You feel your heart shatter, the realization dawning that Hanni may be willing to choose her career over their relationship.

"Hanni, please," he begs, reaching out to her once more. "I love you. I want to be there for you, to support you. But I need you to be here for me too. I need you to make time for us, for our relationship."

Hanni's eyes glisten with unshed tears, and for a moment, You see the vulnerable, conflicted woman he fell in love with. But then, her expression hardens, and she shakes her head.

"I can't make any promises, Y/N. My work has to come first. If you can't accept that, then maybe... maybe we're not meant to be."

With those words, she gathers her things and leaves, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing in the deafening silence.

You sit there, alone in the apartment, your heart shattered into a million pieces. The love he had cherished for so long suddenly feels like a distant memory, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.

The days that follow are a painful blur for you. You find yourself constantly reaching for your phone, yearning to hear Hanni's voice, to feel her comforting presence by your side. But the calls and texts go unanswered, leaving you feeling more alone and adrift than ever before.

You tried to go about your daily life, throwing yourself into your work in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the gaping hole in your heart. But everywhere you look, you’re reminded of Hanni – the coffee shop you used to go to frequently, the park where you would take long strolls together, the cozy nook in your apartment where you guys would curl up and watch movies together.

The memories torment him, replaying in an endless loop in your mind. He can still vividly recall the way Hanni's eyes would light up when she talked about her dreams, the soft, tender kisses they would share, the way she would trace the contours of your face with such adoration.

But now, those precious moments feel like they happened in another lifetime. The Hanni you knew and loved seems like a distant, fading memory, replaced by a stranger who is consumed by the demands of her career.

You find yourself wondering when things started to shift, when the spark that once burned so brightly between them began to flicker and fade. Was it the constant schedule changes and last-minute cancellations? The long, lonely nights spent apart? Or was it something deeper, a fundamental shift in their priorities and desires?

You ache to reach out to Hanni, to plead with her to reconsider, to fight for the love they once shared. But the words suddenly get stuck in your throat, and you find yourself paralyzed by the fear of losing her forever.

The silence between the two of you grows deafening, each passing day a fresh reminder of the chasm that now separates you both. You feel adrift, your heart yearning for the woman you love, even as you know that she may be slipping further and further away.

The weeks turn into months, and the distance between you and Hanni only seems to grow. What was once a vibrant, passionate romance now feels like a distant memory, fading like a once-vibrant painting under the relentless march of time.

You find yourself constantly on edge, your heart racing every time your phone lights up, only to be disappointed when it's not Hanni's name on the screen. You long to hear her voice, to feel the warmth of her embrace, but the calls and texts go unanswered, leaving you feeling more alone and adrift than ever before.

The ache in your chest is a constant companion, a dull, throbbing pain that never seems to go away. You tried to distract yourself, throwing yourself into your work and social activities, but nothing can truly fill the void that Hanni has left in your life.

When you do manage to see each other, the tension is palpable. The easy banter and playful flirtation that once defined their relationship has been replaced by stilted conversation and an uneasy silence. You can see the strain and exhaustion in Hanni's eyes, the weight of her demanding schedule taking a visible toll on her.

You wanted to reach out, to pull her into your arms and hold her close, to reassure her that you’re here for her, no matter what. But you find yourself frozen, unable to bridge the growing chasm between you two.

As the months pass, You start to wonder if this is it – if the love the two of you once shared is truly slipping through your fingers, forever lost to the relentless demands of Hanni's career. The thought cuts you to the core, leaving you feeling adrift and utterly bereft.

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The memory of how you and Hanni's relationship first blossomed feels like a lifetime ago, a bittersweet echo of the love and passion that once burned so brightly between them.

It had started innocently enough - You had caught one of Newjeans' live performances, captivated by the raw energy and undeniable talent of the young group. But it was Hanni, with her radiant smile and effortless stage presence, who had truly captured your heart.

After the show, You had impulsively waited by the stage door, hoping for a chance encounter. To your surprise and delight, Hanni had emerged, surrounded by a gaggle of eager fans. But as your eyes met, You swore you felt a spark of connection, a brief moment of recognition that set your heart racing.

Summoning your courage, you approached her, introducing yourself and complimenting her performance. Hanni, ever the gracious idol, had smiled warmly and engaged you in friendly conversation, seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on you.

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself drawn back to the venue, eagerly anticipating each of Newjeans' shows. And each time, you would catch Hanni's eye, the two of you sharing a brief, tantalizing moment of connection that set your pulse racing.

It was during one of those chance encounters that Hanni had boldly approached you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, I've noticed you here a lot," she had said, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Is there a particular reason you keep coming to our shows?"

You had felt your cheeks flush, suddenly self-conscious. "I... I just really admire your work," you stammered. "And, well, I've been hoping to get the chance to, um, talk to you."

Hanni had laughed, the sound like music to your ears. "In that case, how about we grab a coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know you better."

From that moment on, You and Hanni were inseparable, the burgeoning romance blossoming like a delicate flower in the spring. They would steal away to quiet corners, losing themselves in endless conversations, their laughter and stolen glances drawing curious stares from onlookers.

It was a whirlwind courtship, marked by stolen moments and passionate kisses, as You and Hanni navigated the challenges of their unlikely pairing. But through it all, their love for each other only seemed to grow stronger, a bond that transcended the boundaries of their different worlds.

The blissful days with Hanni feel like a distant dream, a bittersweet echo of a love that once burned so passionately between them.

You can still vividly recall the way Hanni's eyes would light up whenever they were together, the way her infectious laughter would send shivers down your spine. Your stolen moments were electric, filled with a palpable chemistry that made the rest of the world fade away.

In those early days, the challenges of Hanni's burgeoning idol career seemed surmountable, a hurdle they could overcome together through sheer force of will and unwavering devotion. You were willing to do whatever it took to support Hanni, to be her rock and her solace amidst the whirlwind of her demanding schedule.

And Hanni, in turn, had made you feel like the most important person in her world. She would carve out precious pockets of time just for you, taking you away to cozy cafes or quiet parks, where you both could lose yourselves in each other's embrace, unburdened by the constraints of her celebrity status.

Those carefree, blissful moments were the foundation upon which your love was built, a testament to the depth of your connection and the unwavering commitment you guys shared. You had been certain that this bond was unbreakable, that no challenge could ever truly tear the both of you apart.

But as the demands of Hanni's career escalated, the cracks in their relationship began to show. The once-spontaneous dates and stolen embraces became fewer and farther between, replaced by hurried phone calls and hastily rescheduled plans.

You tried your best to be understanding, to be the supportive, patient partner that Hanni needed. You knew the sacrifices she was making, the dreams she was chasing, and he was determined to be there for her, no matter what.

But as the distance between you two grew, You couldn't help but feel the ache in your heart deepen. The intimacy they had once shared felt like a distant memory, replaced by a growing sense of disconnect and uncertainty.

And now, as you sit alone in the apartment you once spent time with, the echoes of your laughters and the warmth of Hanni’s embrace feel like a cruel taunt, a painful reminder of what you may have lost forever.

You know, deep down, that you need to make a decision – to either fight for Hanni and your relationship, or to let her go, to set her free to pursue her dreams, even if it means sacrificing your own happiness.

But the fear of losing her, of having to face a future without her by your side, is a weight that threatens to crush you. You find yourself caught in a painful limbo, torn between your love for Hanni and the realization that you may have to let her go.

The uncertainty of your future together haunts you, a constant, nagging presence that leaves you feeling more lost and alone than you’ve ever felt before. All you can do is hold on, to cherish the fleeting moments you guys do have together, and to pray that somehow, someway, you two can find your way back to each other, before it's too late

Those precious memories now feel like bittersweet reminders of a time long past, a testament to the love that once burned so brightly between them. And as You finds himself adrift in the present, he can't help but wonder if that spark can ever be rekindled, or if the distance and demands of Hanni's career have doomed their relationship to a tragic end.

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The air is thick with tension as Hanni sits across from you, her eyes downcast and her lips pressed into a thin line. She's been dreading this moment, the inevitable conversation they've been avoiding for weeks, but she knows it has to be done.

"Y/N, I..." Hanni starts, her voice wavering slightly. "I don't know how to say this, but... I think we need to end our relationship."

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the breath right out of your lungs. You stare at Hanni, your eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. "What? Hanni, no, please... I thought we were..."

Hanni raises a hand, silencing you with a pained expression. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never wanted it to come to this, but... my career is just taking over, and I can't give you the time and attention you deserve."

You reach across the table, your fingers trembling as you grasps Hanni's hand. "Please, Hanni, don't do this. I understand how demanding your schedule is, but we can make it work. I'm willing to be patient, to wait for you, to support you no matter what."

Hanni's eyes glisten with unshed tears as she gently extricates her hand from yours. "That's just it, Y/N. I can't ask you to put your life on hold for me. You deserve someone who can give you the time and affection you need, not someone who is constantly preoccupied with work."

The words feel like a knife to your heart, and you can't stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks. "But I love you, Hanni. I don't care about any of that, I just want to be with you."

Hanni nodded, her expression guarded. "I know," she replied, "But we've both changed. We're no longer like we were before." The moments that had once felt so effortless and joyful now slipped by in awkward, stilted exchanges.”It's not that simple, You. I wish it were, but the truth is, we've really just changed. The way we feel about each other, the way we connect - it's just not the same anymore."

"How can you say that, Hanni?" You whispered, their voice trembling. "How can you just give up on us like this?"

Hanni looked down, her guilt stopping her from answering your question. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you remembered the depths of your affection for her. "Oh, I loved you for so long," you admitted, the words laced with a bittersweet nostalgia.

You shook your head, at a loss for words. "Things weren't like this before," you mused, your thoughts a turbulent whirlwind.

The silence stretched between the both of you, heavy and oppressive. You ached to reach out, to bridge the gap that had formed, but the fear of rejection once again held you back. Hanni, too, seemed lost, unsure of how to mend the rift that had grown.

"I'm calling you," you whispered, your voice laced with a desperate longing. "I'm wooing you, even if you can't hear it, even if you can't feel it." your words cut through the silence, a last-ditch effort to rekindle the flame that had once burned so brightly between you.

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The room around you faded, and suddenly, you were transported to a different time, a memory of a happier, more carefree era.

The sun streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow over the cozy apartment you owned, which Hanni leisurely spends her free time sometimes. You were curled up on the sofa, Hanni’s head resting on her shoulder as she read aloud from a well-worn book, her voice resonating through the room.

Every so often, you would glance up at hier, your eyes sparkling with adoration. The way the light danced across your features, the gentle crinkle of her eyes as she smiled – it all filled your heart with a profound sense of contentment.

Reaching up, you traced the outline of her jaw, marveling at the way her skin felt beneath your fingertips. "I love you, Hanni," you murmured, your voice soft and melodic.

She looked down at you, her gaze overflowing with affection. "And I love you, You," she replied, leaning in to brush her lips against yours in a tender, lingering kiss.

Time seemed to slow to a standstill as you lost yourselves in the moment, the rest of the world fading away until it was just the two of you, basking in the glow of your love.

Afterwards, you snuggled closer, your fingers intertwined as you listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. The air was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional shared laugh or wyourpered confession.

It was in these quiet, intimate moments that you felt truly at home, your heart swelling with a profound sense of belonging. The demands of the outside world seemed to melt away, and all that mattered was the gentle warmth of Hanni's embrace and the unwavering connection you shared.

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As the memory began to fade, you could almost feel the ghost of her touch, the lingering warmth of her kiss. A bittersweet ache filled your chest, a yearning for the pure, uncomplicated love you had once known.

And in that moment, you clung to the recollection of those happier times, a glimmer of hope that perhaps, with time and effort, you and Hanni could find your way back to that same level of intimacy and understanding.

The vivid memory of you and Hanni's past happiness only served to amplify the ache in your heart as you were pulled back to the present, the harsh reality of your current situation crashing down upon you.

You gazed at her, your eyes shimmering with tears, as the weight of all that you had lost threatened to overwhelm you. "Do you remember how it used to be, Hanni?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion. "When everything was so simple, so effortless between us?"

Hanni's expression softened, a flicker of that bygone tenderness flickering in her eyes. "Of course I do, You," she murmured, "Those were the happiest days of my life."

Your eyes searched her face, desperate to find the woman you had fallen in love with all those years ago. "What happened to us, Hanni?"

She let out a shaky sigh, her gaze downcast. "I wish I knew," she admitted, while tears continued to stream down your cheeks. "Maybe it was the constant pressure of our lives, the way we got caught up in the whirlwind and lost sight of what really mattered."

You nodded, understanding dawning in your heart. "But we fought so hard to be together," you murmured, your voice tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia. "Didn't that mean anything?"

"It meant everything, Y/N," she replied, her voice thick with emotion. "Trust me, it really does, and it still does. But... I don't know if that's enough to fix what's been broken between us."

The finality in her words struck you like a physical blow, and you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. "So, that's it then?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and devastation. "We're really over?"

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," she murmured, her voice hoarse with grief. "I never wanted things to end up like this."

You felt your world crumbling around her. You want to argue, to plead with her to reconsider, but you know it would be futile. Hanni has made up her mind, and nothing you say will change that.

With a heavy heart, You nod, your shoulders slumping in defeat. "I understand," you whisper, the words catching in your throat. "I'll always love you, Hanni. I hope you know that."

Hanni reaches across the table, giving your hand one last, lingering squeeze. "I love you too, Y/N. And I'll always treasure the time we had together. But this is for the best, for both of us."

As Hanni stands to leave, You watch her go, the weight of their shattered dreams hanging heavy in the air. You’re left alone, surrounded by the ghosts of their shared memories, your heart torn to pieces by the realization that the love of your life is slipping through your fingers.

You closed your eyes, your heart torn between the love you still harbored and the growing uncertainty that clouded your future. Staring at the window, your eyes subtly shifted down to the table beside, spotting a polaroid of Hanni that was taken by you. The photograph, that was previously a sentiment of undying love and fondness, was now a keepsake of a love that has faltered. A memory of what could’ve been. "Oh, I will love you for a long time," you murmured, the words a bittersweet promise that hung in the air, a testament to the bond you once shared.

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rvp32 · 1 year ago

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Enchanted Desires

5K words, Commission, Threesome, DP. If you guys want a story written text me here.

The final exams were over, the weight of your last college test lifting from your shoulders. Exhausted from the all-nighter you had pulled to cram for it, you yearned for some well-deserved rest. Returning to your room, you collapsed onto the couch, instantly succumbing to sleep.

A thunderous commotion disrupted your slumber, and you awoke to the raucous clamor of your roommate Brian. He had the volume cranked up to eleven on his excitement meter.

"Y/n, let's hit the pubs today! We're finally free from this college grind, time to celebrate!" Brian's voice rang in your ears like a blaring alarm.

"Brian, for the love of peace and quiet, can you tone it down?" you grumbled in irritation, your eyes half-closed. You put your index finger to your lips, urging him to lower his voice. The silence was golden, but it was as fleeting as a summer breeze, for Brian ventured closer.

"Come on, man," he urged, his tone more subdued. "Let's go to the bars. This calls for a celebration, you know?"

Still reluctant to commit, you sought a way out, questioning, "So, who else is joining us at the pub today?"

Brian started listing off a few names of people who would be joining the celebration at the pub, but one name rang in your ears like a siren's song—Yooa. She was the girl you'd been with once, and saying she was adventurous was an understatement. Yooa had a taste for the unconventional and was remarkably open about it. Her company was known to be quite eclectic, and she enjoyed the company of many.

After a brief moment of contemplation, you agreed to join Brian for the pub outing. As you were about to make your exit, you issued a stern warning to your friend, your eyes locked onto his.

"Listen up, Brian," you said firmly. "You better not drink yourself into oblivion tonight. I swear to God, if you do, I won't hesitate to leave you on the side of the road."

Brian nodded in acknowledgment, his expression more serious now. "Hey, don't worry, bro. I'll make sure I stay on this side of blackout drunk tonight," he reassured you with a determined look in his eyes.

With your warning delivered and accepted, you and Brian set off for the pub. As you walked down the bustling streets, the excitement of being done with college and the prospect of meeting Yooa again began to take hold.

"So, Brian," you began, trying to lighten the mood, "you think this night's gonna be as wild as the last time we hung out with Yooa?"

Brian chuckled, recalling the memorable escapade from their previous encounter. "Oh, man, that girl knows how to keep things interesting, that's for sure. I wouldn't be surprised if things get a little crazy tonight."

As you turned the corner, the neon lights of the pub came into view, casting a vibrant glow on the sidewalk. The energy in the air was infectious, and the distant sound of laughter and music promised a lively evening.

You couldn't help but grin as you approached the entrance. "Well, whatever happens, let's make it a night to remember, Brian."

Brian clapped you on the back, his enthusiasm undiminished. "You got it, Y/n. Tonight, we'll raise the roof!"

With those words, you pushed open the door and stepped into the lively atmosphere of the pub, ready for a night of celebration, laughter, and whatever surprises Yooa had in store.

The pub was alive with energy, the dance floor pulsating with music that seemed to reverberate through your very core. The warm glow of the lights bathed the crowd in an inviting atmosphere. You decided to start the night with a few drinks, hitting the bar with Brian in tow.

As you downed your second drink, the music's rhythm seemed to seep into your veins, making it impossible to resist the magnetic pull of the dance floor. You couldn't help but move to the beat, swaying your hips in time with the music.

Brian watched with amusement as you grooved to the music. "Looks like you're getting into the spirit, Y/n," he shouted over the music.

You grinned and nodded, feeling the music coursing through you. "Can't help it, man! This music's too damn good!"

As you danced and lost yourself in the music, a familiar figure caught your eye. Yooa was on the dance floor, moving with fluidity and confidence, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Her presence was magnetic, and you couldn't resist the urge to approach her.

You made your way through the dancing crowd, and as you got closer, Yooa turned to meet your gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. The music provided the perfect backdrop as you both moved in sync, your bodies communicating in a language of their own.

"You've got some moves, Y/n," Yooa said, her voice sultry, as she leaned in closer to speak in your ear.

You chuckled, the proximity sending shivers down your spine. "I've had some practice since the last time we hung out," you replied with a wink.

Yooa's laughter rang out, and she pulled you even closer, the connection between you growing stronger with each beat of the music. The night had just begun, and it was shaping up to be a memorable one, filled with dancing, laughter, and the promise of a connection that transcended the ordinary.

As the music throbbed through the air, you and Yooa moved together on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the night. The crowd seemed to fade away as your focus shifted entirely to the captivating woman in your arms.

Yooa's body pressed against yours, and the sensation was electric. She ran her fingers teasingly along your chest, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "You always know how to make an entrance, Y/n," she purred, her voice filled with playful seduction.

You couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling emboldened by the chemistry between you. "Well, Yooa, I had to make sure this night lived up to the last one."

Yooa's laughter was like a sweet melody, and she leaned in closer, her lips grazing your cheek as she whispered, "I have a feeling it's going to surpass it."

The dance floor became your playground, a space where words were unnecessary. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire and anticipation. The flirtatious tension between you grew with every touch and every shared glance.

Yooa playfully brushed a lock of hair from your forehead, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through you. "You've always been a tease, Y/n," she said, her voice husky with desire.

You couldn't resist the urge to tease back, trailing your fingers along the curve of her waist. "I learned from the best," you whispered, your lips brushing against her earlobe.

The connection between you two was undeniable, and as the night wore on, the flirtatious dance continued. The world around you faded into the background, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of Yooa's presence and the promise of a night filled with passion and adventure.

The seductive dance with Yooa was abruptly interrupted when a tall, well-dressed man approached her on the dance floor. He leaned in close, whispering something in her ear, causing Yooa to furrow her brow slightly. The sudden appearance of this man piqued your curiosity, and you couldn't help but ask, "Who's this, Yooa?"

Yooa turned to you, her eyes meeting yours as she spoke candidly, "This is my boyfriend, Jake." She paused for a moment as if assessing your reaction. "Actually, we have an open relationship," she continued her voice a mixture of honesty and vulnerability.

The revelation took you by surprise. You had heard of open relationships but had never been involved in one. The idea intrigued you, and you considered stepping away for a moment. However, something in Yooa's eyes, genuine warmth, and sincerity, made you pause.

She reached out to touch your arm, her voice was soft and reassuring. "Y/n, we're looking for someone to join us tonight. Would you be interested?"

The proposition hung in the air, and your mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The chemistry between you and Yooa was undeniable, and the idea of exploring something new and adventurous tugged at your curiosity.

You glanced over at Jake, who wore a knowing smile, and then back at Yooa. Taking a deep breath, you made your decision, a hint of excitement in your voice. "Alright, Yooa, let's see where this night takes us."

Yooa's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to paint a vivid picture of what the night could hold. Her voice, a sultry melody, filled your ears as she whispered, "Y/n, just imagine the possibilities. With Jake and me, we can create an unforgettable experience. You'll get to explore desires you might have never even realized."

She leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to your ear as she continued, "We're all about pleasure, and there are so many ways we can make this night incredible for you. You'll be at the center of our attention, and we'll ensure every moment is filled with ecstasy."

Yooa's words sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't deny the allure of her proposition. Her confidence and sensuality were impossible to resist, and you found yourself captivated by the tantalizing possibilities.

She gently touched your cheek, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "Think about the passion, Y/n. The pleasure. The adventure. It's a chance to explore your deepest desires and fantasies."

As you considered Yooa's words, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. The idea of a night filled with passion and exploration, guided by the experienced hands of Yooa and Jake, was undeniably enticing.

Finally, you met Yooa's gaze with a newfound determination. "Alright, Yooa. Let's make this a night to remember," you said, your voice filled with anticipation and excitement. With that, the three of you embarked on a journey of pleasure and adventure, ready to explore the uncharted territories of desire and passion that awaited.

The decision had been made, and as the music continued to pulse through the air, you leaned in and captured Yooa's lips in a passionate kiss. The spark of desire ignited, and the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of her lips.

Yooa responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around you as the kiss deepened. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, and the anticipation of the night ahead only fueled the intensity of the moment.

Breaking the kiss, you looked into Yooa's eyes, your hands tracing a path down her body, teasing and exploring. Her breath hitched, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she whispered, "You're a quick learner, Y/n."

With a playful glint in your eye, you continued to dance with Yooa, your bodies pressed close as you reveled in the thrill of the moment. The pub seemed to disappear around you as you lost yourselves in the passionate connection you shared.

As the night wore on, and the desire between you intensified, you decided it was time to leave the pulsating atmosphere of the pub. You gently took Yooa's hand, your fingers entwined, and you led her toward the exit. The air outside was crisp, a welcome contrast to the heat of the dance floor.

Together, you walked towards Yooa's apartment, your hearts racing with anticipation of the adventures that awaited behind closed doors. The night was young, and the world was yours to explore, one desire-filled moment at a time.

*****

Upon arriving at Yooa's apartment, she left you on the couch and disappeared into her room. As you sat there, a mix of excitement and uncertainty filled your mind. You couldn't help but question the decision you had made earlier in the night. Was this really the right choice? Were you ready for what lay ahead?

But then, you thought about the undeniable chemistry between you and Yooa, the adventurous spirit of the night, and the thrill of exploring uncharted territory. You realized that even if it was a bad decision, it might also be the last opportunity you had to experience something like this with Yooa.

With newfound resolve, you got up from the couch and approached Yooa's bedroom door. You raised your hand to knock, but before you could, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room and Yooa standing there, wearing a black lace lingerie set that left very little to the imagination.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Yooa's confidence and sensuality were on full display, and the anticipation in the room was palpable. The air was thick with desire, and all doubts and hesitations melted away.

Without a word, Yooa extended her hand, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through you.

Before taking the next step, a hint of concern crept into your mind. You gazed into Yooa's eyes, seeking reassurance one last time. "Are you really okay with this, Yooa?" you asked, your voice tinged with genuine care.

Yooa met your gaze with a smoldering intensity, her fingers gently tracing a line along your jawline. "Y/n, this has been a dream of mine," she confessed, her voice filled with desire. "And Jake, my boyfriend, he's been eager for this too."

At the mention of Jake, curiosity got the better of you. "Where is he now?" you asked, a hint of interest in your voice.

Yooa's lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "He's taking care of something, but he'll be joining us soon," she whispered seductively.

With that, she closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was nothing short of passionate and lustful. The room seemed to spin as desire coursed through you, and any lingering doubts or questions faded away in the heat of the moment.

The passionate kiss between you and Yooa continued, intensifying with each passing moment, until suddenly, the apartment's front door swung open. Startled, you both broke apart, the intimate moment disrupted by the arrival of Jake.

Awkwardness settled in the room as Jake stepped inside, his presence a stark contrast to the heat that had filled the air just moments before. He looked between you and Yooa, his expression a mix of surprise and appreciation.

Breaking the silence, Jake offered a sincere smile. "Thank you, Y/n, for agreeing to be a part of this," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "I've been looking forward to tonight."

The tension in the room slowly began to ease as you realized that Jake's arrival had shifted the dynamic. It was clear that they had discussed and planned this moment together, and the three of you were embarking on a journey of desire and exploration.

All of a sudden Yooa says “Now that both of you are finally here get started because I can’t wait to get stretched and used to the point where I can’t remember my own name”

Taking the invitation you walk to Yooa, grabbing her top and ripping it from her body leaving her completely naked. Yooa liked it rough and you knew very well how to give her what she wanted.

You hug her from behind, one hand resting on her neck and the other hand squeezing her supple boobs, they were soft and the hard nipples were good to flick. Yooa had sensitive nipples so it didn’t take a long time before she turned into a moaning mess that was squirming in your grasp.

Your attention was peeled away from Yooa only to notice that her boyfriend was sitting down and pleasuring himself all while staring at Yooa’s sexy body crumbling in your hands, he seemed to be enjoying this from the looks of how fast he was pumping his cock.

Seeing this as a good sign you slowly move your hand lower, exploring every inch of her upper boy, her supple tits that were red from all the harsh grabbing, her toned stomach that flexed whenever you bit her neck. Now reaching the most sensitive area of her body you decided to tease her, light feathery touched over her thighs slowly moving closer to her glistening pussy.

“Please, touch my pussy,” Yooa begs, obliging with her request you touch her pussy, it was drenched, leaking from the anticipation. Playing with her swollen clit causes her eyes to roll back. Every touch causes her body to release more liquid, signaling that it is close to climax.

“Are you gonna cum, Yooa?" You asked, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it from her lips.

Yooa nodded, her eyes locked onto yours, her breath hitching in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. "Yes," she finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a knowing smile, you urged her on. "Then go ahead, Yooa. Show your boyfriend how big of a slut his girlfriend is," Increasing your pace, Yooa screams in pleasure before letting out a huge stream of squirt.

Yooa's legs gave way, and she collapsed into your arms, her desire and need evident in her eyes. A simple command passed your lips, and she obediently opened her mouth, her anticipation palpable.

You held your wet fingers before her, your gaze locked onto hers. "Taste yourself," you whispered in a husky voice, Yooa Sucks on your fingers religiously, licking every nook and cranny of the 2 fingers that you placed in her mouth.

“You like it?” You question Yooa, and she simply nods. “Maybe I should get a taste for myself straight from the source,” you carry Yooa to the bed and place her on the edge before kneeling. Spreading her legs apart you finally get a view of her pink pussy with a cute little bush and you take your time to admire it.

“Don’t stare, please,” Yooa covers herself embarrassed because of how much you were looking. Diving into her pussy, you finally get the taste of the heavenly goodness. Her pussy tasted sweet, making you want to eat her forever.

“Fuck! That feels amazing, Keep going! Oh my God,” Yooa moaned as she griped onto your hair pushing you further into her. Continuing your feast on her wet and delicious pussy, using your free hand to occasionally flick her clit.

“Oh yeah! Fuck!” Yooa said in between moans. Her back bends upward due to the immense pleasure that she is receiving.

“I’m going to cu-” Before she could finish her sentence you feel another stream of squirt on your face. Trying your best not to let liquid gold go to waste you lick up everything you possibly can. Wanting to drink more of her amazing squirt you insert 2 fingers into her and pump while stimulating her clit with your free hand.

“No, too sensitive, stop please Y/n!” Yooa screams, her body now bouncing on the bed trying to get away from your fingers but your legs managed to keep her in place as you overstimulated her cunt.

The intensity of the moment had pushed Yooa to the brink of ecstasy, rendering her unable to form coherent words. Her hands flailed in a desperate attempt to communicate her overwhelming pleasure and the need for a moment's respite, yet her body betrayed her as it writhed with unrestrained passion on the bed.

The room echoed with her screams and pleas for mercy, a symphony of desire and surrender. The connection between you two was electric, and in the throes of passion, you continued to ravish Yooa, lost in the sensual dance.

The crescendo of pleasure finally reached its peak, and Yooa came undone in a powerful release. A torrent of liquid accompanied her screams, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears of ecstasy streaming down her face. It was evident that this experience had pushed her to new heights of pleasure she had never reached before.

Her boyfriend, concerned by her screams and violent shaking, rushed to her side, his expression a mix of surprise and care. Jake gently pats Yooa’s hair as she slowly comes down from her mind-destroying orgasm. Once she manages to come down from her high and sit up, Jake hugs her and kisses her.

The room was thick with desire and the afterglow of intense pleasure as the three of you found yourselves entangled in the aftermath of a passionate encounter. Jake, his eyes filled with awe, turned to Yooa, his voice filled with admiration.

"Are you alright, babe?" he asked, his concern mixed with an undeniable excitement. "That was incredible. I've never seen you like this. It was so damn hot that I almost lost it myself."

Yooa, still catching her breath, nodded in agreement, her voice filled with a newfound desire. "Yeah, it was mind-blowing. I didn't know my body could handle something like this. Now that I've had a taste, I might just get addicted." She looked at both you and Jake with a sultry gaze. "I hope this is just the beginning of the night because I need you guys to use me."

Yooa's hands found their way to your thighs and Jake's, her touch sending a shiver of anticipation through both of you. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you locked eyes with Yooa, knowing full well what was about to unfold next.

To make it easier for her you stand up and take off your pants and underwear that were restricting your erect cock. While you were doing so, Yooa helped her boyfriend out of what little clothing he had left on himself. Once she turned to look at you in all your naked glory you could see the excitement in her eyes, “You don’t have to just stare, you can touch it.”

Your permission was all that she needed because her hand reached over to grab your cock and spit on it before she began stroking you. Completely immersed with the cock in her hands, her boyfriend was again left on the sidelines but he wasn’t having any of that as he took her free hand guiding to his hard cock.

Yooa enthusiastically stroked the two hard cocks in her hand for a minute before taking mine in her mouth. The warm feeling was amazing, Yooa was very good at sucking cock but she wasn’t able to take your cock to the hilt, she continued using her tongue to play with the head and then all of a sudden she started trying to deepthroat your cock, with great difficulty she managed to take almost everything, taking your hand you place it on the back of her head to push her till her nose was touching your pelvic bone. Your cock managed to reach parts of her throat that weren’t touched in a long time.

After holding her in place for a few seconds you let go, Yooa immediately started coughing but it didn’t last long as she put your cock back in her mouth, seeing how well she was doing, you started to face fuck her. Losing all sense of your surroundings you were pumping into her face like there was no tomorrow.

The intense feeling of fucking her throat was driving you closer to your orgasm. “Fuck Yooa, I’m going to cum soon where do you want it?” You manage to say as you continue pounding her face. Yooa doesn’t reply but she grabs your ass with her free hand and pulls you closer to her which causes you to cum down her throat.

“Fuck that felt amazing,” you say before falling onto the bed. Yooa then moves on to pleasuring her needy boyfriend. taking this time to recover some energy as you didn’t want the night to end this way. However, it doesn’t take long before Jake cums, “Don’t tell me you are done just from blowing one load,” Yooa says after swallowing Jake’s cum.

“Not so fast, I still have a lot left in the tank and some more stress to relieve,” You say and wink at her.

“Come here and prove it,” Yooa says as she spreads her legs and plays with her pussy. Her pussy was wet and inviting. Taking her up on the offer you crawl to Yooa and push her into a missionary position. “I’m going to put it in now,” You tell her as you slowly insert your penis inside her. The feeling was inexplicable, it was tight but not suffocating, almost like it was made as a hilt for your sword.

Yooa’s nails dig into your back as the little space between Yooa and you decreases, her nails are going to leave a mark but you couldn’t care less. Once you bottom out Yooa wraps her hands around your neck and pulls you into a kiss. It was a kiss filled with lust, both your tongues battling for dominance.

Not being able to withstand staying still, you pull out from the kiss, “ I am going to start moving,” With that warning, you begin moving slowly but your pace gradually increases.

“Fuck, Y/n feels so good. Don’t stop!” Yooa moans out, “You are stretching me out so good. God damn this is amazing!”

Jake was now sitting next to her, guiding her face to his erect cock, she sucks on it without any complaints. All of a sudden, Jake suggests something you weren’t expecting, “Let me get into her ass, and you can take her pussy.”

You make eye contact with Yooa to make sure she is okay with this, and she nods. Not wanting to pull out from the warm pussy, you lifted Yooa, holding her close to your body as Jake got into place.

Once Jake was lying down on the bed, you slowly put Yooa down on his erect cock, the sensation was too much for Yooa as she let out a loud scream as the foreign object entered her asshole. Her pussy tightened around your cock squeezing it hard as tried to cope with the pain.

“Oh my fucking God!” Yooa screamed and bit down on your neck to stop herself from screaming because of the initial pain. Once she adjusted to the feeling, “My holes are being stretched beyond my wildest dream. Now fuck me, do it like your life depends on it”

Both of you start moving, Jake speeding up a lot faster than you. Her vagina still gripping onto your cock like there is no tomorrow, your initial movement is slow but that immediately changes when Yooa says “Is this the best you can do? If it is then you are fucking useless,”

This sets off a switch in your brain and you see red, not caring about how tight her pussy is your movements get hard and fast. You were reaching deep inside of her as you could see your dick poking at her toned stomach every time you thrust into her.

“Yes, this is what I wanted! Fuck me like I am a useless bitch who is nothing but a sex toy for you both to dump your cum in” Yooa screams as she is being pounded in both her holes, her mind overtaken by pleasure.

Using your free hand to slap her tits hard as you continued to pound her pussy, Yooa’s supple tits turn red with the impact and her moans only got louder with every slap. The three of you were completely lost in the realm of sex, all chasing for their own pleasure not caring about how the other feels but coincidentally pleasuring the other without knowing.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin, moans, and grunts. Noticing that you were getting closer to your climax you paused. Due to the sudden lack of pain and pleasure, Yooa looks at you in surprise, Jake also stops.

“Let’s switch positions, I wanna fuck that tight ass and fill it up with cum,” Yooa agrees with your proposition. Once your cock was out of Yooa’s pussy and Jake’s cock was out of her ass, you flip Yooa over, she was now in doggy style but she lowered herself until Jake’s cock was inside her pussy.

As you push your cock into her puckered hole, “Oh wow! This is crazy, I am going to cum!” Yooa convulses on Jake’s body. “S-Slow down, it feels like you are going to rip my ass apart.” Obliging with her request you slow down your entrance into her ass, finally managing to bottom out, you give Yooa some time to adjust.

“Move,” Yooa gives you the green signal, You begin your assault on her ass, it was different from her pussy, it was much tighter and you didn’t know how much longer you would last. Jake was pounding into her pussy like there was no tomorrow and you were positioning hard into her ass.

You grab Yooa’s hair with one hand and pull it using the other to spank her ass, causing her to yelp with the sudden infliction of pain. You could feel how close Yooa was to her orgasm and both Jake and you weren’t much better as well, thrusts no longer had a rhythm.

“Fuck babe, I am going to cum,” Jake said, “Hold it, babe, I am so close to cumming as well. Let’s cum together, be a good boy for me,” Yooa said.

It only took you a few more thrusts before you announced, “Fuck, I am going to fill your ass Yooa,” your pounding getting faster as you were in the final stretch for the best orgasm of your night.

“Let’s cum together,” Yooa announced and that led to all three of you cumming together, Yooa’s pussy and ass gripping harder, Your dick pumping cum into her ass, and Jake filling up Yooa’s pussy.

You were the first one to pull out, watching your cum drip down from Yooa’s pussy. You fall onto the bed tired from the strenuous activity. The lack of sleep was catching up to you. The last thing that you remembered was Yooa saying, “Babe, check the cameras. Once we post this online it’s going to make us a lot of money”

#yooa smut #oh my girl #oh my girl yooa #kpop smut

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elriel-fireheart · 4 months ago

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I see the Light

Morrigan stumbles upon the Truth between Azriel and Elain.

This is Elriel coded. Please be kind.

The Townhouse was filled with a beautiful melody. Elain is sitting in the family room playing the piano, singing what her heart yearns for her to say. The sun is shining down on her, bathing her in a golden glow. Shining like the purest star. Azriel's shadows pick up on her. He's flying high over the city in an attempt to find some peace after his long and drawn out mission. They play the melody in his ear, ignoring his direct orders of refusing to spy on her, and he can't resist the pull of it. The music and her voice together creating a sirens call. He ends up in the doorway, struck by the sheer beauty before him.

He hadn't seen her in weeks. Months. Not since he tried to explain about the events of last Solstice, and was feebly and utterly broken by the sadness on her face. Rhysand's retaliation for revealing the truth was to send him on a long and tedious mission far away on the continent. The Wraith Twins eventually informed him that Elain moved out of the River House that night. Said her anger towards Rhysand was a midnight fury. Only Feyre's pleading got her to stay in the Townhouse. To not sever family bonds and heal her heart in the privacy of her own home. A gift, Feyre said, for the poor actions of her territorial, meddling mate.

A forethought sends his shadows scouring across the city and to the estate looking for the rest of the inner circle, but all is silent. Empty, save for Elain and her song. Unable to resist, Azriel slowly makes his way to her. Hearing the shadowsinger's soft footsteps, she turns and gives him a shy smile. Nods to the seat beside her. The thought of sharing the bench with her, of sharing a moment alone together, breaks any lingering resolve of turning around and leaving her be. Rhysand's command snuffed out by his sheer need to be with her. So Azriel sits. Gently places his scarred hands on the keys and starts playing, adding to her melody.

Elain looks at Azriel with a smile she reserves only for these stolen moments and urges him to continue. The light in her eyes warms him to the core. He looks at her and seems to struggle for words, but he finally released a breath. And so, Azriel sings. His midnight voice, low and velvety. He looks at Elain with an openness in his eyes she rarely sees. The windows to his soul thrown wide open. The green and gold in his eyes glowing vibrant as spring. Together, they sing. Together, they fall into rhythm and let go. The shadows of the setting sun begin swaying and dancing between the golden rays. Elain and Azriel get lost in their song. Completely oblivious to an awestruck Mor hiding behind the door.

Morrigan just arrived from the Summer Court moments ago. She came to the Townhouse only to give Elain some rare flower seeds she had requested. But in Azriel's distraction, the front door was left slightly ajar. In all her years, Mor had never once heard Azriel sing. Curiosity's grip on her was fierce and she couldn't resist taking a peak. Glamour and shields up to hide her scent, for fear of ruining such a virtuous moment, watching and listening to the song of Death and his lovely Fawn. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection...a band of golden light shining brighter than all the rest. The faint glow connects them, blending with the last rays of the setting sun. The rest of Azriel's shadows are twirling all around the room. Bewitched. Entranced. Whispering in an ancient long forgotten language...mates, mates, mates.

Their song reaches its end. Azriel leans down slowly, one hand gently reaching up to cup Elain's face. Her eyes flutter close and their lips are a hairsbreadth away from each other... just as Mor decides its time take her leave. Mor saw the Truth that day. Confirmed every suspicion. She vowed to keep it secret. Protect this delicate pair, and let them find happiness in these small merciful moments with one another. She prayed to the Mother that night. Prayed that fate would intervene and show the world that the hearts of the Shadowsinger and Seer belong to one another. Prayed that the cauldron was wrong indeed.

I have this small headcanon that Elain can sing and learnt how to play piano growing up. I have a small inkling that Mor will be a part of this next book in the narrative of Elain and Azriel's story. There's alot to unpack between her and Az. There's alot to unpack between Elriel and the IC. Amidst the drama, I'd like to think that Mor would back up Azriel in his claim that the Cauldron was indeed wrong in matching Elain with Lucien. There is many instances where it seems like she notices something between Elriel. Nesta as well. Only time will tell.

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed my one little dabble in fanfiction that I wrote long ago.

#elriel #pro elriel #acotar #elriel supremacy #elain x azriel

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amorek1m · 4 months ago

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𝒩ow playing ━━ ♫ ໂSolo by Jay Park

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"Ughhhhhhhhhh…" Soonyoung sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "Stupid blind date," he muttered under his breath, his thumb swiping aimlessly on his phone screen. Just hours before, he was peacefully asleep in his cozy bed, cuddled up with his beloved tiger plushie, when his mother suddenly barged into his room, violently awakening him from his tranquil slumber.

"I didn't even sign up for this," he exhaled. Soonyoung couldn't help but feel annoyed as he remembered the events leading up to this moment. His mother had been pestering him to go on a blind date, set up by her best friend. He had tried to resist, but his mother, being as stubborn as always, insisted that it would be good for him to meet new people.

Feeling both frustrated and bored, he plugged in his earphones and started listening to Solo by Jay Park. As he immersed himself, the café bell rang, signaling the arrival of someone. Caught off guard, Soonyoung turned towards the sound instinctively, his gaze meeting yours.

Soonyoung couldn't help but be captured by you as you approached him. It wasn't your appearance that had him mesmerized, but rather the sweet and enticing scent of the fragrance you wore. There was something about your scent—a sweet, enticing vanilla fragrance—that seemed to pull him in. He discreetly took a deep breath, savoring the aroma that seemed to wrap around him with every step you took.

"Hi," you said. Greeting him with a smile. "You must be Soonyoung, right? It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."

You noticed that Soonyoung seemed lost in thought and unresponsive. Wanting to get his attention, you jokingly waved your hand in front of him. "Hello? Earth to Hoshi!" you teased.

Caught off guard, Hoshi blinked twice, shaking himself out of his reverie.

"S-sorry about that, and yes, I'm Soonyoung, but who are you?" He asked, still dazed and unaware that you were his blind date.

You chuckled slightly, somewhat surprised that he hadn't recognized you yet. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the arrangements for your blind date. Deciding to clarify the situation, you replied, "I'm your date."

A few seconds of realization passed before his eyes widened slightly, and he repeated, "You're my date?" With a smile, you nodded in affirmation, "Yes, the one who you were supposed to meet for this date." You explained it gently.

Hoshi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he apologized for not realizing who you were earlier. "Oh my god, sorry," he stuttered. "Oh, don't worry about it," you reassure him with a comforting smile.

"Everyone makes mistakes." In truth, you find his endless apologies adorable, and his genuine remorse only adds to his charm. "Let me buy you something," he offers, determined to show you how genuinely sorry he is.

"Sure." you replied, accepting his offer without hesitation. "What would you like?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if afraid you might not like what he picked out.

"Anything would be fine." you reassured him, sensing his uncertainty.

He then said, "Okay. I'll be back in afew minutes." and turned to leave.

Minutes passed by as you waited for his return. You couldn't help but feel a little lonely without Soonyoung. It was as if Soonyoung had an innate ability to make others feel comfortable and at ease in his presence. You found yourself strangely drawn to him, unable to put your finger on why he had this effect on you.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence behind you, and as you turned around you find out the person is Soonyoung. A smile tugged at your lips as he approached you with a drink and cake in his hands. "Took you so long there." you teased him with a playful tone, your hand resting casually on your chin as you looked up at him. Soonyoung rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the hint of a smile on his face, betraying his feigned irritation.

"Can't cut the line though," he replied.

"Oh, and what's that?" you asked curiously, gesturing towards the drinks he held in his hand.

"For you," he answered, still unsure if you would like what he had chosen. "I don't know what to get you, so I just ordered like how I usually get." he explained as he handed you the cup, which you assumed as coffee.

"Thank you," you said, taking the cup from him and bringing it to your lips. Soonyoung watched anxiously as you took the first sip, praying silently that it was to your liking.

"Latte?" you asked, your eyebrows slightly furrowing as you considered the taste. Soonyoung held his breath, waiting for your verdict.

"Does it…taste good?" he inquired, his eyes searching your face for any indication of approval. You took a moment to fully appreciate the flavor, the rich aroma of the coffee filling your senses. To his relief, your face brightened as you finally answered.

"It actually tastes better than I expected!" you exclaimed, your eyes still locked on the cup as you continued to relish the drink. Soonyoung let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your positive reaction.

"Latte is my favorite." you added, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment. Soonyoung's heart skipped a beat as his expression softened at your words. "Really?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. He hadn't expected you to reveal such a personal preference, and the revelation took him off guard.

"Yes. How about you?" you questioned, looking at him with curiosity. "Actually… Latte is my favorite too…" he admitted, a hint of shyness in his voice. Your eyes widened with excitement upon hearing his answer. "Really?!" you exclaimed, not expecting him to share the same interest.

Soonyoung nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah…" he affirmed. You suddenly had an idea. "Let's play a game," you suggested, an impish gleam in your eyes.

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. "What game?" he asked curiously, leaning closer to you as he waited for your explanation. "We need to say our favorite thing at the same time," you explained, the excitement in your voice evident. "Sounds fun," Hoshi agreed, his expression lighting up. "So..are you ready to join in Mr.Kwon?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Soonyoung chuckled at your sudden formalities, "Mr.Kwon,' huh? You're being quite formal." He leaned closer to you, a smirk playing on his lips. But he quickly composed himself and declared, "But yes, I'm ready to play."

"Okay so..1..2..3! Movie!" you shouted.

"Pirates of the carribbean!" The two of you shared a quick glance, finding further familiarity in each other's answers.

"Colour!"

"Black and white!"

"Favourite singer?!" you asked eagerly, anticipating his answer.

"Beyonce!" Soonyoung answered without hesitation.

"Oh my god we're the same!!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief. Soonyoung chuckled at your reaction, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Seems like we have more in common than we thought," he remarked, his gaze holding yours warmly

"I can't believe this, we really do like the same things." you replied, your heart racing slightly at the sheer coincidence of your similar taste.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, filled with the knowledge that you had more in common than expected. However, a sudden awkwardness settled in the air, and Soonyoung, feeling responsible for the change in atmosphere, tried to break the tension by asking about your perfume.

"By the way, what perfume did you use? I-I'm sorry if it's a bit sudden, I was just curious… Just… just pretend like I never asked." He trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the question. "S-sorry about that..I…"

"Kayali. The Vanilla one." you replied calmly, cutting off his rambling. "W-what?" he asked back.

"Kayali." you repeated as you take a bite of the cake that he bought earlier. "Why?" you asked.

"Nothing..It, smells good."

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Your date with Soonyoung had gone incredibly well, but unfortunately, time flew by really quickly and it was time to part ways. "Let me take you home," Soonyoung offered, rummaging through his pockets for his car keys.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll just take a taxi," you reassured him. “Are you sure?” he asked, still concerned.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,” you affirmed, giving him a confident smile. "Alright then," he said, but he still wanted to make sure you got home safely.

"But let me at least accompany you until the taxi arrives." he offered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Okay," you agreed, appreciating his concern. Together, you both walked together to the taxi stand, the sound of your's and Soonyoung's footsteps echoing through the quiet street. As you both arrived at the taxi stand, Soonyoung finally broke the silence.

"Before you go, I was wondering…can I have your phone number?" he asked, his eyes locking yours. You were startled by the sudden request, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Sure," you replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

"Great," Soonyoung breathed, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

He quickly entered your phone number into his own phone, his fingers moving nimbly across the screen.

"There," he said, showing you his phone screen with your contact information listed. "Now I have your number. Thanks." he said, his voice is soft and sincere. Just then, a taxi pulled up to the stand. You turned to look at the waiting vehicle, then back at him.

"I guess that's my ride," you said, a hint of reluctance in your tone.

Soonyoung nodded, taking a step back to give you space. "Yeah, I guess so.." he replied, his expression mirroring your own feelings.

Thanks for today," you said, feeling grateful for the wonderful time you had together. "Your welcome." he replied.

As you were reaching to open the taxi door, you felt a gentle but firm grip around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. As you turned around, you were suprised to see Soonyoung.

"Wait…" he said, his voice soft but insistent. You looked back at him, curious about what he had to say.

"Tell me if you're free next time. I would love to know you more."

"Oh, and," he added, his tone casual. "Don't forget to wear that perfume you wore today. It smells good."

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wrightingdungeon · 4 months ago

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Sweaty Sweethearts

Warning: 18+, MDNI, everyone gets oral and hand jobs, p in v, fluff

Special thanks to my partner for helping me with the editing, and some of the writing on this one.

I thought yall would want to know as soon as this came out @lily-alphonse @sdvbraindump

Haley was lying on her stomach, feet bouncing against the mattress of Alex’s bed. Her attention was laser-focused on her social media analytics, reviewing how people had been interacting with her latest post. She already knew what they would look like—likes, comments, and shares flooding in—but it was always reassuring to see the data for herself.

Alex’s groans punctuated the otherwise quiet room every now and again as his head dipped down, muscles straining, while he held his plank. His face was flushed, sweat trickling down his forehead, and his breaths came out in labored puffs. “How much longer?” he managed to grunt out, eyes squinting against the sweat dripping into them.

Haley’s eyes moved from her social media to the timer going in the background. “Uh, like three minutes,” she said, trying to hold her face flat and suppress a smirk as she looked down at Alex struggling on the ground.

“What!” Alex’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in disbelief. “I'm dumb, but not that dumb. How long?” He chuckled, shaking his head, the motion causing sweat to flick off. Haley couldn't help but laugh as she showed him her screen.

“You aren't dumb, Lex,” she said, her tone softening, “you have thirty seconds.” She crossed her arms and laid her head on them, her attention now fully on Alex, deciding she could nerd out with her data another time.

“And you aren't a brat,” Alex huffed, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he finally let himself collapse to the floor just as the timer started going off. He lay there, chest heaving, the cool hardwood against his burning body a welcome relief. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.

“At least I'm telling the truth.” Haley playfully scoffed, rolling her eyes, and moved to sit up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She watched as Alex tried to catch his breath, his usual cocky demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine exhaustion.

“Oh so now you can admit to being a brat.” Alex chuckled as he pushed himself up, grabbing his water bottle. He took a long gulp, the cold water soothing his parched throat. “Couldn't do that last night…” Smirking, Alex dodged the pillow that Haley had launched at his head. “I’m just sayin!” He defended himself as he moved out of another pillow attack, his laughter filling the room.

“Go back to working out, dork.” Haley laughed, her cheeks red from a mix of embarrassment and amusement. She tossed the second to last pillow at him, missing on purpose this time, and Alex grinned, shaking his head.

“I'm almost done, just gotta do pull-ups,” Alex said as he stood to his feet, grabbing his pull-up bar, locking it onto his closet doorway, and checking it was good to go. He flexed his fingers, taking a moment to stretch his arms before jumping up and gripping the bar, his muscles rippling under the strain.

The sound of Alex counting his pull-ups filled the room, and Haley settled back down, her gaze more focused on Alex than on her phone now. Her eyes followed him as he pulled up, and let himself slowly lower, just to pull right back up. Her eyes locked on the way his muscles tensed and flexed, looking from his arms to his chest, his ribs, his tummy, all the way down to the stretch of hair from his belly button into his gym shorts.

“Sunflower.” Haley shook her head slightly hearing Alex’s voice calling her like a siren. “Yeah?” She asked looking at Alex as he hung from his bar. “You're burning a hole baby.” Alex teased as he pulled up again, his eyes locked on hers. “I kinda like these shorts.”

Haley's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. "I just can't resist a good view," she quipped, winking at him. She sat up fully, tucking her legs beneath her, her hands resting in her lap, and continued to watch him her eyes lowering. She could see his eyes now lingering on her body, she knew that he loved it when she sat like that, she could see his body twitch slightly.

Alex’s focus wavered for a second, and he almost missed his rhythm, his grip tightening on the bar.“You’re a distraction, you know that?” he said, his voice a bit breathless but filled with amusement.

“Maybe I should be more helpful then.” Haley purred as she got up from the bed, walking over to Alex, and tracing his ribs with her fingertips. “What you say, Lex?” Her eyes locked onto his, the pull-up bar helping to even out their heights.

“If I ever say no, kill me,” Alex said playfully yet somewhat seriously as he planted his feet on the ground.

“Wait.” Haley stopped him, her nails pressing into his skin slightly. “You… You aren't done with your workout, baby.” Haley said slowly as she traced patterns on his skin, smiling and feeling him tense under her touch. “Don't stop just for me.” She said coyly as she let her hands trace down to the waistband of his shorts, her eyes trailed behind her hands, as she felt Alex shiver under her fingers.

Letting out a shaky laugh Alex pulled his feet back up, so he was hanging again. “If you don't want me to stop I won't stop you.”

Haley blushed as Alex pulled himself back up the bar, his now-tented gym shorts right in her face. Giggling softly she slid her fingers into his shorts and briefs, purring slightly feeling his length pulsing in her hand.

Alex let out a low groan, his grip on the bar tightening as Haley's hand wrapped around him. He looked down at her, his eyes now half-lidded with need. He pulled himself up again, his abs contracting with the effort, his body tensing as Haley began to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good," he hissed, his teeth clenched. "Just like that." He started to move with her rhythm, pulling himself up and letting himself down in sync with her hand.

His breath came in ragged pants as he tried to keep his focus on his pull-ups, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with Haley's hand stroking him slowly, her grip firm and steady. “You're so strong, Alex.” Biting his lip his eyes fell shut for a moment, hearing her compliment His strength while she was stroking his cock, feeling her soft, gentle skin against his hot length.

"Fuck, Sunflower," he groaned, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain his form. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths coming out in ragged puffs. He glanced down at Haley, her eyes locked onto his cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. The sight of her sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin, and he felt himself growing harder in her hand.

"You're killing me here, baby," he gasped, his muscles burning as he fought to keep himself upright. Haley just smiled up at him, her hand moving faster now, her grip tightening. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, his orgasm approaching rapidly. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, not with Haley touching him like that.

His body tensed, his abs clenching as he neared the edge. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, wanting to prolong the sensation. "Sunflower, I'm close," he grunted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You need to stop… or… or I'm gonna…" He trailed off, his words lost in a moan as Haley's thumb brushed back over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his body shaking as he tried to fight off his orgasm. "You're too good at this, baby" he panted, his eyes locked onto hers, pleading with her to stop or to keep going, he wasn't sure which. "Your gonna make me cum Haley" he admitted, defeat clear in his voice. He let out a low growl, his voice laced with warning, as she continued. "Sunflower, I'm serious, I'm about to-"

Before he could finish, Haley leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the tip of his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with mischief and craving. "Let go, Alex," she whispered, her voice sultry and inviting. "I want to taste you, baby."

The sight of her, the feel of her hand, and her words sent him over the edge. With a final, shuddering pull-up, Alex let out a loud grunt, his body convulsing as he came undone. He collapsed down, his feet hitting the ground as he leaned against the doorframe, panting and spent.

Haley didn't miss a beat, her tongue darting out to catch the first drop of him. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes never leaving his as she took him into her mouth, swallowing every last bit of him. "Fuck, Sunflower," he panted, his body still trembling from the aftershocks, his hand gently resting on her head. Watching her pull away, opening her mouth just to show him it was empty, he groaned softly, his hands finding her hips.

"Fuck I need you," he panted, his eyes locked onto her lips as he leaned down to capture them in a searing kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, and feel the heat of her breath as she moaned against him, her hands finding their way around his neck.

He groaned against her lips, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come here Sunflower." He murmured as he picked her up gently manhandling her to his bedroom floor

Smirking as he felt Haley giggling into their kiss, his arms and hands caging her head, pulling away to look at her. "You're so fucking beautiful, Haley" he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

Alex's eyes scanned Haley's body, taking in every curve and dip. He could feel his desire for her growing again, his cock springing to life once more. He wanted to explore every inch of her, to make her scream his name until she was hoarse.

"Sunflower" he whispered, his voice low and husky as he leaned down to trail kisses along her jawline, his hands roaming her body. He could feel her arching into his touch, her breath hitching as he found her sensitive spots.

"Alex," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. He could feel her hands tangling in his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer.

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he paused, pulling back, looking at Haley with a frown. “Wait hold on…” Alex grumbled as he looked around his room.

“What's wrong, Alex?” Haley asked confused as to why Alex was lifting her head off the wooden floor.

“Keep your head up baby,” Alex said as he leaned forward, above Haley's head, reaching for one of the pillows she had used as a projectile, pulling it close, and positioning it under her head. “There we go,” Alex said, fixing her hair so it haloed around her, smiling down at her. “That's more like it, right babe.”

Haley's cheeks flushed at Alex's words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She reached up, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “Alex…” Haley cooed softly while pulling him back into a deep kiss, her hands found their home wrapped around his neck.

Alex groaned into the kiss, his body responding to Haley's touch. He could feel her nails digging into his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He broke away from her, his breath ragged as he looked into her eyes, filled with hunger.

"I’m gonna make you feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky as he reached down between them, pulling her skirt up, his fingers finding her center. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers through the fabric of her panties as he began to rub slow circles, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand.

"Alex, yes," she moaned, her head tilting back, exposing her neck to him. He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone, his tongue tasting her skin. He could feel her body tensing, his fingers moving faster, applying more pressure.

Alex's lips curled into a smug smile as he watched Haley squirm beneath him, her body writhing with pleasure. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice low and encouraging, as he pushed the fabric to the side, out of his way.

His fingers continued their relentless assault, his thumb circling her clit as he plunged two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to hit that spot that made her gasp, chuckling at how wet she was.

"Alex!" she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, her hips rolling into his touch, her moans mixing with the soft wet sounds of Alex’s fingers pistoning inside her.

“That’s it, Haley. Let it out, baby," Alex encouraged, his voice low and sultry as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her, his thumb only pressing harder on her clit. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as she got closer and closer to the edge.

Haley's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as she moaned and whined out, her voice filling the room. Alex's heart swelled at the sound, his cock throbbing with yearning as he watched her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

Pulling away as she almost tipped over, he chuckled softly hearing her whine. “Hold on sunflower.” Alex’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down quickly, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the anticipation building in her gaze, her breath slowing slightly. He tossed her panties aside, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading them apart gently.

"Eyes on me, Sunflower," he commanded, his voice low and firm. Haley's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, guiding her knees over his shoulders.

He leaned down, his tongue finding her cunt, licking and sucking, his fingers joining in, sliding in and out of her. He could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building once more as he increased his pace, his tongue flicking against her clit.

"Alex, please, I'm close," she pleaded, her hands finding his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. He could feel her body trembling, her legs trying to close around his head as she neared the edge again.

He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers as he curled his fingers inside her, his tongue never stopping its assault on her clit. "Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice vibrating against her.

His command was the straw that broke her. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her as she screamed his name, her fingers pulling roughly at his hair. He could feel her juices coating his fingers, his lips, and his chin as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out her pleasure.

As her body came down from its high, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "You taste so fucking good, Haley," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Haley's body was still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm as he crawled up her body, his lips capturing hers in an emotional kiss. He could feel her body relaxing beneath him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer into a kiss.

He felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, feeling her moan into his mouth, her hips shifting to grind against him, seeking friction.

"I need you, Alex," she whispered, her voice sounding breathless and light. Alex groaned, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her, his hand moving to his erection, positioning himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness "Are you sure, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Haley nodded, her eyes locked onto his as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Please, Alex" she begged, her hips rolling against him, trying to get him to enter her. Alex chuckled, his hands moving to her hips, holding her in place as he slowly pushed inside her, inch by inch, allowing her to adjust to his size.

"Fuck, Sunflower," he groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he bottomed out inside her. Haley could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, her body tingling with pleasure as he filled her.

"Alex, move, please" she whimpered, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on. Alex obliged, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her. He could feel her body clenching around him, her moans filling the room as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a consuming kiss. Haley could taste herself on his lips, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She could feel her orgasm building once more, her body tensing as Alex started to pound into her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Alex, I'm close," she panted, her body writhing beneath him as she neared the edge. Alex growled, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her close. “Me too.” He groaned out burying his face in her neck.

“T-Together.” Haley mewled out as she leaned her head back, her eyes rolling up.

Alex nodded, his breath hot on her neck as he continued to pound into her, his pace relentless. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he chased his release alongside Haley.

"Cum with me, baby," he growled, his voice strained as he held her close, reaching between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, rough circles. Haley cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down around him.

"Alex!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back as she rode out her climax. Feeling her come apart beneath him, Alex let go, his orgasm ripping through him as he filled her with his hot seed, groaning her name against her neck.

Alex breathed in her scent as they layed there together as they came down from their shared bliss, looking up from her neck he chuckled watching Haley, her mouth open slightly as she caught her breath.

Pulling back Alex rubbed her sides gently, rocking his hips a few times before reluctantly pulling his cock from her warmth, groaning slightly as he watched his cum drip out of her. “Fuuuuck baby.” He chuckled softly as he rubbed her inner thigh.

Gently moving her to her side and pulling her close as he spooned her from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "I love you, Haley," he murmured, his voice gentle as he kissed her shoulder.

Haley turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft and warm as she smiled at him. "I love you too, Alex," she replied, her voice filled with happiness as she snuggled into his embrace, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

Laying there for a moment enjoying the quiet, Haley chuckled as she felt Alex’s grip relax around her, hearing his breathing relax. “Awe tuckered out baby?” Haley teased looking up at him, blinking slightly as she noticed Alex had fallen asleep. “Oh, baby...” She cooed quietly, softly kissing his nose.

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klonnieshippersclub · 8 months ago

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Looking at your last reblog I never peeped Michael Trevino’s eyebrow lift and side gaze at Joseph pushing Klonnie…can you imagine Tyler being forced to be the wingman for Klaus?

Suddenly, I'm feeling creative. I haven't written a drabble or a fic concept in a while. I couldn’t help but try this as a prompt. First, check out my previous ask here (TLDR: Klaus and his inner wolf being thirsty as hell for Bonnie) on the inspo behind this post:

Red Moon, Red Roses

Klaus watches her. His eyes follow her every move. The Bennett witch doesn't know he's there (or does she?), but he makes note of all his observations in his mind. What started his sudden fascination with her? It was Rebekah and a throwaway remark about her friends needing Bonnie more than she needed them. It was true. Without her, they had nothing. With the distance growing between Bonnie and her friends, his world was filled with possibilities. Could he recruit her? Attack her? Charm her? Kill her? Seduce her?

He lies to himself about not knowing what he wants from the girl. His inner wolf was screaming at him. It was the night of the red moon that he crawled himself to her. He fought his wolf, but Klaus couldn't resist the siren's call. Those golden eyes trailed her every move. The girl- The woman wore a long, thin nightgown and gently applied lotion to her body. He could practically smell her skin. Roses.

He knew the truth. Bonnie was his heart's desire. Klaus' wolf wanted nothing more than to knock on her door, but he couldn't. The vampire kept him away. He couldn't do it. He refused to be rejected and be unwanted again. Before leaving, he plucks a flower from her garden (the same one she used to make perfume). He drags himself home and finds himself being questioned by his hybrids in the morning. Where was he? He wouldn't tell them. It wasn't until Tyler suspiciously commented that he smells like Bonnie that Klaus' hopes rise.

Tyler was her friend. They weren't particularly close, but Bonnie cared for him. Klaus remembered her concern when he turned the Lockwood boy. Tyler was not a threat to him as a potential rival for his beloved. However, he could be an asset. Tyler was Klaus' way in. The wolf was his chance to be closer to Bonnie. Tyler would help him willingly or not. The football player reluctantly agrees to assist Klaus in his pursuit of Bonnie. Tyler knew it would be hard to convince Bonnie to give the Original a chance, but he'd do anything to keep Klaus from looking at Caroline.

Watch out, Bonnie. Klaus is coming for your heart.

#klonnie #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #tyler lockwood #tvd #the vampire diaries #the originals #anon ask #rikkisinbox

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watcheraurora · 9 months ago

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Siren Song

Had a dream the other night that I got turned into a mermaid. And as a gal who's loved merfolk since I was a kid, I couldn't resist 4.3k words

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Grian grinned to himself. From his fishing dock, he could hear Gem on her little fishing boat belting sea shanties. She sounded like she was having fun, swinging around her rigging with a sword on her belt. She wasn't the only one who lived on their boat, but she was the only one who took such audible joy in it.

Grian let his feet dangle in the water, his overalls rolled up past his knees, and watched the sea as his lure bobbed. Early morning was one of his favorite times to fish. The quiet—apart from Gem's shanties—the sunrise on the clouds, the watery color of the sky. The calmness of the ocean. It was peaceful, like this. There was nothing else he needed to do but sit and fish. This early in the season, the ocean water was frigid against his bare skin. He didn't care.

"Morning Grian!" Gem called as she spun around a line of the rigging as though it was the hand of a dance partner. She waved from her boat's deck anchored a little farther out in the bay, not attached to a dock or wharf.

"Morning Gem!" Grian replied, raising a hand in response.

Gem beamed and went back to whatever it was she was up to. Grian suspected she was trying to do chores and just decided to have fun instead. She was anchored far enough out that they couldn't easily talk. They had to shout. He tried not to shout this early though. It scared the fish.

The water, near the hull of Gem's ship, moved strangely. A movement Grian was familiar with. Something large not quite breaking the surface tension, sliding just underneath. Large and shimmery.

Grian perked up. That was either the largest cod he'd ever seen—or something else was near.

He pulled his feet out of the water and stood up. Snatching his binoculars from his pack of stuff, he held them up and peered toward where the shape moved.

The murk of the early-morning ocean prevented him from seeing what was under the surface.

"Shoot," he muttered. "What was that? Big fish don't come this shallow often..." He moved the binoculars up and down, looking through them and sweeping his gaze in the same area without the magnification. "Geeem?" he called, as loud as he dared to not scare the fish. "Is your sonar on?"

Gem stopped where she was dramatically stomping on the deck with a mop in hand while chanting her shanty. "No. I'm cleaning," she called back.

"Mind turning it on? There's something big here!"

"Grian, you don't have the equipment for deep sea fishing."

"Humor me," Grian said.

Gem made a face that was unimpressed—even from Grian's distance. "Fiiine," she said, vanishing into the cabin of her boat.

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Pearl grabbed Scar's wrist as a noise traveled through the water. A sonar that was revving up, but not yet active.

"Hold on," she said. Scar twisted his arm and grabbed her arm in return. They snagged each other's other arms. Pearl built up some momentum with her tail and they shot toward deeper water. Scar's torn caudal fin trailed limply behind him as Pearl sped them both away. The pearlescent white tail for which she got her name glimmered in the weak, pale sunlight that hadn't yet broken over the horizon.

Pearl swam them both for several long moments—until they were most likely out of range of the sonar. Then slowed down. Scar's green eyes were wide. The scar over the bridge of his nose shimmered. "Did we just get caught?"

"Maybe," Pearl said, looking over her shoulder. Her long hair drifted in a cloud around her head. She brushed it aside to look behind her. "I don't think the sonar got turned on quick enough. But I can't say for sure."

Scar looked down at his tail. The base of his caudal fin was bent awkwardly and the fin itself was torn in such a way to render it useless. He couldn't swim. "I'm sorry, Pearl. I didn't mean—"

"Don't apologize, Scar. It's not your fault."

"Bu-bu-bu-bu-but..." Scar put on his pathetic voice that was overdramatic for the sake of comedy. "But I'm the one who got too close to the humans."

"Yeah, and got closer in the hopes that they'd help fix you. We know that human of Jimmy's knows about us and would help. But everyone else? That man on the dock could have very well hooked your tail if you got any closer. We don't know who we can trust."

"How... how do we get Jimmy's human to help fix my tail? We just don't have the materials to splint it underwater."

Pearl made a face. "Well, it was pretty stupid of you to come this close to shore on your own when you can barely swim. You're lucky I got here when I did to get you out before they thought a shark got close to shore."

Scar pouted, sticking his lower lip out.

"Look. I know your tail needs fixing. And Jimmy and Lizzie's humans will help. But we need Jimmy or Lizzie to contact them. How those two both managed to snag humans is beyond me."

"Must be ocean royalty twin charm or something," Scar said sarcastically.

Pearl smirked and bounced her eyebrows. "Must be. C'mon. Let's go ask Jimmy and Lizzie if one of them can ask their human for help."

Scar thought for a moment, then nodded.

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Grian stood on the end of his dock at the end of the day. The sun had set behind him and the last few rays were starting to filter out.

Soft footsteps approached down the dock. "Whatcha doin'?" Gem asked. Her rowboat bobbed in the water just in front of them both. She had on her light, soft boat shoes.

"Looking to see if that fish came back with the sunset," Grian said, binoculars in hand.

Gem yawned and stretched. "Okay," she said through her yawn. "I'm heading back to the boat. Holler if you need anything."

"Yeah, yeah. Cheers," Grian said.

She hopped nimbly down into her rowboat, untied it, and started to row back to her boat. Grian watched her go, making sure she was safe. They'd both moved to this small fishing town within a year of one another. Gem's grandparents had given her their fishing boat when they passed away and she'd chosen to live on it, and Grian... well. He was running. Always running. A restless soul with people in his past that he needed to be far away from for his own sanity.

He told the good people in his past that he'd found the sea. But it was more like the sea found him. Called him. Beckoned. So here he stayed. In a small flat over a shop—a workshop, to be specific. Three mechanics ran it. And he fished before and after work.

His eyes tracked Gem to where she tied her rowboat to the ladder on the hull of her boat and climbed the rest of the way up before she disappeared inside. Grian was older than Gem by only a few years, and felt a brotherly protectiveness of her. The two who came to the small, sleepy town from the outside.

There was no sign of that large fish he'd seen earlier. The last rays of sunlight were snuffed out by the dark night sky. The orangey glow of streetlamps buzzed to life.

Grian sighed with disappointment. Maybe tomorrow morning...

He turned and moved to stomp back up the dock to go back to his flat—

Before freezing.

A song floated across the surface of the water. The voice a warm baritone. Resonant enough that Grian felt his bones vibrate with the timbre of it, despite the obvious distance it was traveling. He found himself unable to move. Transfixed by the music. Entranced.

Slowly, he pivoted to face the sea again. The rocks that made up the outside barrier that sheltered the marina were dark. Except one spot that had a silvery glow on the far side. Not from moonlight.

Curiosity broke whatever spell he was under. He rushed to make his way around the perimeter of the marina. Toward the glow being cast on the rocks. Stumbling over rough terrain in the darkness.

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A few tail-lengths down the rocky shore, Tango was crouched, elbows resting on his knees, as he smiled down at Jimmy. Who was on his stomach with his sky-blue tail bent up into the air. Caudal fin drifting up and down. He kept himself upright with his elbows on the ground, resting his chin on his hands as he talked to Tango.

A stone's throw away from those two, Lizzie and Joel were much closer. Joel sitting on the ground with Lizzie fully in his lap, her purplish-blue tail wrapped around him and his fingers lazily playing with her long pink hair.

Pearl and Scar rested as far away as possible. Pearl looked ready to drag him back into the sea at a moment's notice. Jittery and wound up. Scar, for his part, was trying to look relaxed. He was singing to keep himself calm. Tango's good friend and coworker, Etho, was helping splint Scar's tail and stitch his caudal fin back together. He had an intense sort of look to him, but his callused hands were remarkably gentle. Pearl was using what little magic she had to cast enough light for Etho to see and work by. Silvery moonlight from her palm dancing over the rocks where it reflected off the waves.

"You should probably go help Etho," Jimmy remarked to Tango.

"Probably," Tango agreed with a small nod and an unfocused look in his eyes. He didn't move. Didn't stand. Just stayed where he was crouched.

"Thank you for this, by the way," Jimmy said. "I know you would have done it yourself for him but—"

"It's fine. My hands are steady but Etho's are better," Tango remarked. "And he actually knows how to stitch up a wound and make a flexible splint. Or he's creative enough to figure it out. I'm not that creative."

"Sure you are!" Jimmy protested quietly. "You're very creative!"

"I mean, yeah, but not like this. I can make up a game for someone to play, but I can't invent a splint for a merperson's sprained tail. Those are different kinds of creativity and inventiveness." His eyes quickly flicked to the way Jimmy's scales glinted in Pearl's moonlight where scale met skin below his navel and back to Jimmy's eyes. "You're welcome, by the way. It's no problem. Happy to help where we can. For you or people you're close to." Impulsively, he reached out and tugged on the point of Jimmy's caudal fin, causing him to yelp—and dissolve into giggles.

"That tickles!" he protested, his fin sliding out of Tango's grip easily as it lashed back on instinct, clapping against the waves. Tango chuckled. He liked the way Jimmy screwed his eyes shut when he laughed. He liked Jimmy's broad smile. He liked Jimmy's easy personality and warm hazel-brown eyes. He wasn't sure yet what they were—and he hadn't talked to Jimmy about it either—but he wasn't worried. They shared space and conversation easily. He didn't care what they were.

Joel and Lizzie, for their part, didn't even look over at the splash of Jimmy's caudal fin striking the water.

Etho, Scar, and Pearl did. Only briefly.

Had they looked over for a little longer, they might have noticed a dark shadow moving closer, recklessly trampling over loose rocks. But they didn't.

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Grian peered over the ridge of the rocks. And went stock still.

Etho, Tango, and Joel he recognized. Etho and Tango ran the shop below him with Impulse. Joel ran the small tree nursery up the road and taught painting in the evenings occasionally.

It was the other figures that made Grian freeze where he stood.

The woman in Joel's lap had long pink hair and a fish tail. The blond, athletically-built man staring at Tango like a golden retriever also had a tail. The two by Etho had fish tails as well. The male one, apparently, the source of the song that had drawn Grian around the marina. The female seemed to be the source of the light on the rocks. Etho had flexible metal instruments and some sort of straps that he was using to make some sort of brace at the end of the male's long, green tail flecked with yellows and oranges. There was a long row of stitches down the male's fin.

Grian stared, wide-eyed, his jaw slack. For a long time.

Merpeople?!

Gem was going to freak out, he decided.

A harsh wind blew off the sea. Grian took a step back to maintain his balance.

His heel caught on a loose stone. He careened, his arms pinwheeling.

Splash!

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Seven heads snapped in the direction of the sound immediately. Pearl curled closer to Scar and bared her teeth in threat. Etho half-stood from his sitting position, looking around. Scar had grabbed Pearl's wrist and just held her there. He'd stopped singing.

Lizzie disappeared off Joel's lap and vanished into the water without so much as a sound.

Jimmy twisted and followed his twin sister into the surf. But instead of lurking in the murky darkness of the ocean at night, he swam around the ridge of the rocks to the back side, where the sound had come from. Tango bolted to his feet, standing upright.

Jimmy saw the human man—young, smaller than Tango somehow (Jimmy was unaware that adult human males could be so small)—appeared to be shocked by the cold of the surf. After a moment, the human began to thrash, fighting to swim back to the surface, obviously struggling with his shoes—as Tango had called them—still on his feet.

Jimmy grabbed the human under his arms and hauled him upwards, breaking the surface and dragging the human onto the rocky shore.

The human coughed as Tango scrambled over the loose, uneven ground to get over to them.

"Holy smokes," Tango said, sliding down the ridge. "Are you okay?" His gaze flicked between Jimmy and the human. Who was facedown but keeping himself up on his elbows as he coughed.

The unknown human coughed again and looked up. His hair was wavy and light brown. His eyebrows scrunched. "Tango?"

Tango gasped and took a step back, nearly losing his balance himself. "Grian?! What are you doing here?"

"You two know each other?" Jimmy asked softly.

"He lives in the apartment above me and Etho's workshop," Tango explained. "He's a friend." Tango dropped to his knees in front of this Grian. "Hey. You okay, G?"

Grian coughed more seawater out of his lungs, but managed a nod. "Fine. Lost my footing." He cleared his throat—hard. "So. Who's going to explain to me what's going on?" He pushed himself to his feet. Drenched and shivering. Tango slid out of his thick bomber jacket and held it out. Grian accepted it and slung it on, shivering. "Tango—"

"Grian, we can explain—" Joel said, scrambling over the top of the ridge.

"I really hope you can," Grian retorted. "Because you were cuddling a mermaid."

Jimmy bristled a little, glowering at the stranger. "Don't talk about my sister like that," he growled.

Grian looked down at where Jimmy was still propped up on the shore. "Uh... sorry?"

"Jimmy," Tango said softly. Almost a warning.

Lizzie's head slid out of the surface, watching with wide eyes.

"Okay... so..." Tango began. "Merfolk exist?"

"Oh, no, really?!" Grian retorted sarcastically. "I hadn't noticed!"

"Listen, Grian. You can't tell anyone," Joel put in. "It's not our secret to share."

"Who would believe me even if I wanted to?" Grian shot back.

"Fair enough," Tango muttered, smirking down at Jimmy, who had not yet relaxed.

"Scar—Scar hold still!" Etho's quiet voice ordered from the other side of the ridge.

"But I wanna seeeeee!" Scar's voice put in.

"Scar," Pearl warned.

Grian peered between Tango and Joel's heads. "That's the voice I heard singing," he said, a touch of wistfulness laced through his voice.

"Oh shrimp," Pearl exclaimed. "Really, Scar? You had to use your siren magic?"

"I didn't mean to!" Scar protested. "I was just trying to distract myself! It's not my fault I'm this handsome and alluring."

The sound of damp skin striking damp skin and Scar yelping in surprise meant Pearl had probably whacked him in the arm. "Not the time to sound arrogant, mate!" she snapped.

Grian slid between Tango and Joel and approached the ridge to peer over it.

Scar shrunk back against Pearl's protective hug as the human got closer. Pearl bared her teeth. The soft moonlight coming from her hand turning from a small orb of light into a sharp-edged dagger. Grian didn't get any closer when he saw it morph.

Etho patted Scar's tail where a human's knee would be. "Go ahead and give that a try. Let me know if it's flexible enough to swim."

Scar looked between Etho, Grian, Tango, and Pearl. Pearl took his hand. The two scooted back into the water and disappeared under the surf.

"Scar!" Pearl said when they were safely deep enough that the others wouldn't hear them. "You can't go using siren magic when we're this close to a human town! You know your songs can be heard farther away than someone else's singing at the same volume. You have to be more careful!"

"I know, I know," Scar replied, looking defeated. "I didn't think anyone would hear."

Pearl sighed. "It's fine. It was just one. You will have to explain to Jimmy and Lizzie's mum what happened, but at least he's friends with the humans who already know." Pearl sunk lower and inspected the brace Etho made. "How's the splint working?"

Scar tested it out, swimming slowly.

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"Okay," Grian said once the green-tailed male and the white-tailed female had vanished underwater. "So merfolk exist and apparently no one has figured that out yet?" He gave Etho, Tango, and Joel a look.

"We keep ourselves discreet," the pink-haired mermaid who'd been cuddling with Joel said from where she was a few meters out into the water. "Our cities hide from human technology with magic. And that's all you need to know." She spoke with a weight and gravitas to her voice that showed she was used to being obeyed and listened to.

"A few of us find connection with humans, but not many," the broad-shouldered blond merman who'd been making doe eyes at Tango added. "We're not supposed to, but it happens anyway. And you can't tell anyone."

Grian shook his head. "This is a lot to take in. So, wait. Was it one of you I saw earlier today? Near the hull of my friend's boat. I saw a large fish almost break the surface, but not quite."

The blond merman and his pink-haired sister met one another's eyes. "What color did you see?"

"I can't be sure. The sea was murky. Could have been blue, could have been green?"

The pink-haired mermaid sighed. "Scar's being reckless, Jimmy," she said softly to her brother. "He's getting too close."

"You know him, Lizzie. He's curious," the brother said.

"Look," Grian interrupted. "I'm not going to tell anyone. I'm just... startled, I guess? I don't know—"

He was cut off by the green-tailed merman who'd disappeared with the white-tailed mermaid bursting out of the water and doing a flip. "Woohoo!" the man cried as he splashed back in before resurfacing and throwing his hair out of his face.

"Scar!" the white-tailed mermaid protested, her head breaking through the surface. "You have to be quiet!"

"But I can swim on my own again, Pearl! It worked!" He beamed at Etho. In the faint light from the town's streetlights, Grian could see a scar across the bridge of the merman's nose. "Thank you, man!"

Etho shrugged. "Just a little creativity. No big deal."

The white-tailed mermaid raised a brow. "Etho, I don't think you understand how dangerous a sprained tail is," she said. "Without your help, he could have been hunted. We really appreciate it." She pulled herself out of the water and back onto shore. Her eyes were noticeably bright blue and suspicious when they turned on Grian. "You're the one who always has the hooks in the water."

"I just like to fish for the cod."

"Well you've nearly torn Scar's tail! You're lucky he got it caught on something else that wasn't your hook because if that injury had been your fault, no one would have ever found you at the bottom of the sea."

"How is that my fault?!" Grian snapped back. Jimmy and Tango glanced at each other before looking back to Grian—who didn't have time to wonder why they looked so surprised that he was arguing. "If he can't stay away from a fish hook, that's on him. He appears to be a full grown adult and you all have human intelligence so that's not on me!"

The white-tailed mermaid growled.

The pink-haired one muttered, "He's got a point."

"Hey!" the green-tailed merman protested. "It had a shiny thing on the end of it! I wanted to see!"

"That's a lure you tadpole!" Jimmy said with a heavy sigh.

"Don't act like you're the one holding the braincell here, Jim," Joel teased. "Between you and Scar it's a wonder neither of you are in a human zoo."

"Oi!" Jimmy protested at the same time Scar said, "Hey!"

Etho chuckled.

Grian threw his hands up into the air. "I give up! Have a good night. I won't tell anyone. Goodbye. I'm going to bed." He spun, his wader boot heel crunching in the rocky beach, and he stormed off back toward the town.

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The next morning, Scar surfaced just under the wharf, hidden from prying eyes and quiet. The human from the night before—Grian?— was dangling his feet off the end of the next dock over, fishing line cast out. His fishing rod was held loosely in one hand, the other holding a book he was reading.

Scar could hear the human humming the same siren song Scar had been singing last night in broken pieces.

Smirking, Scar dipped back under the water and pushed himself deep before shoving off the wharf's supporting poles to cross the gap to the human. He looked up at where Grian's bare toes drifted back and forth, kicking idly, and smirked.

Using his arms to swim upward to keep his tail as still as possible while it healed—Etho's brace was great but if he didn't have to use his tail, he didn't want to—Scar got close to the surface.

He snickered to himself and tugged on Grian's toe.

Grian screeched like a startled bird and tore his feet out of the water, scrambling back on the dock.

Scar slid his head out of the water, an easy laugh leaving his throat. "Well, hello there!" he greeted brightly.

"What are you doing?!" Grian hissed. "What was that?!"

"Can't a merman just say hello to a new friend?" Scar asked, pouring bravado into his voice with a smirk.

"Not if you're trying not to draw attention! Not like that, at least!" Grian snapped.

Farther out in the marina, on one of the boats anchored away from the docks and wharfs, a voice called out. "Everything okay, Grian?"

Scar immediately ducked under the dock Grian was on, hiding among the support structures.

"Everything's fine, Gem!" Grian shouted back. "Bit of kelp just brushed my foot."

From the boat, a feminine laugh rang across the water. Scar giggled too, quietly. "Alrighty! Be safe!" Gem called.

After a moment, Grian dropped to his knees at the edge of the dock. "Still here?" he whispered loudly.

Scar popped back out. "Of course!"

"I never caught your name."

"Most people just call me Scar. My full name is too complicated. You're Grian?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Grian, I can't help but notice that you were singing my song." Another smirk.

Grian's expression soured. "You got it stuck in my head."

Scar chuckled. "Well, I mean, if you want," Scar tried to sound confident, but was definitely blustering a little, "you can always meet me in the same place out on those rocks after dark tonight and I'll teach it to you properly. You can meet my cousin Pearl properly too!"

"Was she the scary one with the white tail?"

"That's my Pearlie!"

"Promise she won't try to drown me?"

"She would never!" Scar said, sounding a lot more promising than he felt.

Grian looked skeptical. "Fine. After dark over on the rocks. See you then."

Scar beamed. "See you then!" He moved to dunk back under, and paused. "Also will you tell Tango that Jimmy has a present for him?"

"Sure. Why not. I'll find a time when Impulse isn't there."

"Well, thanks! You have a good day!" He twisted and dove back underwater, heading for open waters.

—

Grian stared at where Scar's long green tail disappeared.

"This is going to be more trouble than it's worth," he muttered. But curiosity was going to get the better of him, he already knew it.

Drawn in by the siren song.

Frustrated, he shook his head and abandoned his fishing for the morning. That would have to wait.

#hermitcraft fic #kinda? featuring friends #GoodTimesWithScar #Grian #GeminiTay #jimmy solidarity #TangoTek #Tango Tek #pearlescentmoon #Etho #smallishbeans #LDShadowLady #Mermaid!Pearl #Merman!Scar #Merman!Jimmy #Mermaid!Lizzie #Aurora Writes #Rory Writes

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The Bird Who Fell In Love With A Spider – Alternative Universe (Dick Grayson x f!Spiderwoman!Reader)

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(Y/N) (L/N), known as the Spiderwoman from another universe, found herself in an unexpected adventure yet again. A dimensional mishap during a fierce battle transported her into an unfamiliar world – a world where she crossed paths with the masked vigilante, Nightwing.

Slowly, she starts to like this universe, even though she has to find a way back to her universe. But will she go back or stay in Blüdhaven at the side of her new friend, Dick Grayson, who she has a crush on? Idea/request: ao3: Iauny_poppies: "I would love to see vigilante reader x Nightwing heheheheheeh"

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They thought that it would be a normal day…

The vigilante named Nightwing, fought in a dark alley against a few criminals. Punches and kicks were thrown and bullets being dodged. His mind focused on the fight, not noticing a strange orange colored portal appearing nearby and through this portal jumped out the one and only friendly neighborhood Spiderwoman.

With a small gasp, she landed safely on her feet, surprised by what just has happened. Just a few seconds ago, (Y/N), also known as Spiderwoman, swung through the bustling streets of her own universe, engaging in a fierce battle against a strange bearded wizard. But now, disoriented and surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, she found herself standing on a dimly lit alleyway. “Why does this day get weirder and weirder?” She huffed to herself, before she heard a scream.

The masked Spider ducked, walking sneakily towards the corner and watched a masked vigilante kicking another guy so hard, that the guy fell into a trash bin, making her chuckle at the criminal that lied there unconscious and banana peel on his face.

The small noise of the stranger startled Nightwing and when he turned his head to the direction, he heard it coming from, his eyes met hers.

Two butt-kicking vigilantes stared at each other, until Spiderwoman saw one of the criminals raise his hand, holding a dark gun in it. She stepped closer, shooting her web to the old criminal and catching his gun. With it, she threw it at the head of another one, before she gracefully swung to the crowd and defeated them with ease.

Nightwing couldn't resist throwing in a few cheeky lines amid the chaos, while he punched another guy in the face. “Web-slinging into my city, huh? Hope you have a permit for that.” He quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.

(Y/N) snorted, holding the fist of the criminal in front of her, who gasped in shock at her strength. “I left it in my place, sorry. Hope you don't mind the visit.”

They continued their fight and banter, until the last one fell and the vigilantes hearted the sirens of the police cars getting closer. Spiderwoman swung up on a rooftop, escaping the sight of the police and behind her was the tall man, she had talked with.

“Thanks.” He said and nodded towards the direction of the police cars. “No big deal. It’s part of the job. Uhh… And… It's not every day I get to crash a superhero party.” She shrugged her shoulders and leaned towards the fence of the large rooftop they were standing on. It was a beautiful sight and it felt… nostalgic? As if she has seen this sight before. But she never has been here. This city was unknown. It was different and mysterious.

It felt like… yeah, maybe she really was in another universe, just like that crazy wizard wanted to teleport her to.

A playful smile played on Nightwing’s lips. “So, what do we have here now? A spider spinning her webs in my city?”

“Looks like your city just got a little more exciting… Uhm…” She looked down on his chest to see a blue emblem, but not figuring out how she could call him.

He chuckled. “Nightwing. And you must be…?” – “Spiderwoman.”

The dark-haired man laughed loudly at the name. “Very creative.” You shrugged your shoulders, grinning under your mask.

“Hey, that’s how many people call me.” Spiderwoman laughed as well, glancing from Nightwing up to the bright shining stars at the sky.

Nightwing tried to calm himself and cleared his throat. “So, where are you from?”

The (h/c) woman smiled at him, knowing that he couldn’t read her facial expressions due to her mask. "From another universe." His eyebrows shot up in shock and he couldn’t form out any words, but she ignored it. “Yeah… A crazy wizard used a spell and now I’m stuck here. I should be in my universe and fight crime there… But now I’m here…” The young vigilante whispered under her breath, eyeing her own hands.

“Well…” She finally heard the man speak up after a couple of awkward minutes of silent. “… Blüdhaven is quite a great place. We have a great coffee shop around the corner, great rooftops. A few criminals that need their asses getting kicked and also…” He points at himself, smirking at the lovely woman.

Her cheeks turned red, burning at his charming expression before Spiderwoman let out a small giggle and bumped into him lightly with her shoulder.

“Yeah… Maybe it won’t be that bad.”

As they stood there, leaned against the rooftop ledge, their bodies almost touching, sharing stories of their respective universes and some other ones, they started to enjoy their time together. They find common ground in the struggles of maintaining a double life.

Minutes and hours have passed. The sun rose and they parted their ways.

Nightwing had to go back to his place and live his life. A life that Spiderwoman haven’t known, as they haven’t shared any personal information and (Y/N), she found later on an apartment and a job. A job as a journalist for Blüdhaven Bulletin. Thanks to her powers, her job was quite easy.

Time flew so fast and only one thing has changed for Nightwing and Spiderwoman. Their feelings for each other. Every night, he had met her and they fought against some criminals together, spending time at rooftops and even drank some drinks, having banters, laugher and even a few pickup lines thrown around.

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Nightwing swung from rooftop to rooftop at night. His eyes scanned the city, trying to find any signs of trouble. Meanwhile, (Y/N), moved through the streets of Blüdhaven with her camera, full of hopes to find something for her job.

But suddenly (Y/N)'s heightened senses tingled. Danger was nearby, and her instincts guided her toward an alley. She ran towards it, no plan in head. To her surprise, Nightwing found himself outnumbered, facing a threat stronger than himself.

(Y/N) clenched her teeth and jumped into action without a second thought. She pulled her hood up, hiding her face. If only she hasn’t forgotten her mask on this day!

Her agile movements and web-slinging skills became useful. Punches, webs and a few amazing kicks were thrown until (Y/N) turned around. She tried to hide her face, but Nightwing was faster. He saw a glimpse of her face and grabbed her by the wrist. She suddenly felt herself being pulled up onto a rooftop.

“Thanks.” He mumbled, standing next to her. “No problem.” She whispered, her back facing him.

Nightwing grabbed her wrist again, turning her around so she will face him and with his other hand, he took of his mask, as a sign of gratitude and trust, exposing his face. She gasped, not knowing what to do and closed her eyes. “You don’t have to do it, Nightwing.”

He slowly touched her cheek, a smile on his lips. “I know. But I want to.”

And that’s how the vigilantes have finally seen the others face, before they revealed their identities and phone numbers.

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Days turned into nights, and their connection deepened. Coffee shops became heaven for Dick and (Y/N) during their off-duty hours. The masks were set aside, allowing them to normal conversations.

They loved spending their days together at different places like coffee shops or even the carnival and amusement park. Having fun at so many civilian activities, while they held each other’s hands, pulling the other one to get cotton candy and hotdogs. They even went to a circus show. It was one of Dick’s favorite days, as he watched the elephants and laughed with (Y/N) at the antics of the clowns. The black-haired man had a feeling that his heart stopped beating, when he saw her grinning oh so brightly at the show. Something that he always has loved. It was always lovely to see ones past intertwine with their present and seeing (Y/N) in his present, made him happier than he already was. The thrill of rides created wonderful memories, that the two vigilantes still love to think about.

However, the week took an unexpected turn.

(Y/N) has waited on a rooftop, phone in hand and pacing around impatiently. She was waiting for Nightwing the whole day and he still hasn’t shown up. Usually, he would text her, but no text message has reached her.

But this couldn’t stop her. She worried about him a bit too much, so she did what any Spider-person would do and hacked into his phone to track down the place he currently was and it was… A warehouse? “What the hell are you doing there, Dick?”

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“He knew that it was stupid to do this alone and now no one can reach out to him.” A fist collided onto a table. “Master Bruce, please calm down. Nothing bad will happen. Oracle is tracking them down and Red Hood and Red Robin are on their way to Master Dick.”

Bruce shook his head. If only he could go with them, but Gotham needed Batman and Robin. They couldn’t leave the city right now. “Father, don’t worry. Grayson might be an idiot, but he will survive it.” Said a familiar voice. Damian Wayne. His son.

“You are hurt, so lean down, Father.” He pointed at Bruce’s broken leg and then at the lonely chair that stood there in the Batcave. His father nodded, sighing before he sat down, still angry at the whole situation.

And in the meantime, Red Hood kicked a man down, chuckling at his brother. “Sooo, Dick. You looking good there.”

He crossed his arm, smirking under his mask at his brother, who sat on a chair, tied with handcuffs and chains on a chair. “I’m sure that I look better with these things off of me.” He scoffed, making Red Hood laugh louder, while Red Robin defeated a few other criminals.

“Hey, I need some help here, Red Hood. Take care of him later. He is probably safer there on his throne.” The younger brother yelled towards them, making Dick roll his blue eyes and Red Hood nearly rolling on the ground and wheezing at them.

A man suddenly fell and before his back could touch the ground, a web spined around him and he was glued to the wall upside-down. “Don’t worry, I’m there.” All three brothers turned their heads up, seeing a masked woman.

With elegance and finesse, she jumped down, stopping a few men, while the two younger brothers stood there in shock. Who was that woman?

“Hey, Spiderwoman.” They heard Dick say, a grin plastered on his lips and eyes twinkling in adoration at the vigilante.

All the criminals were either lying on the ground or webbed on walls. Red Robin walked to Spiderwoman, thanking her and even shaking her hand, before he introduced himself, while Red Hood crossed his arms over his chest, standing next to the tied-up Dick. “Damn… She’s cool.” Dick’s gaze moved from the little scene of his brother and crush to his other one. Jealous, he muttered. “She’s taken.”

It wasn’t true, but Jason shouldn’t know that…

“Fuck… Really?” He grumbled to himself and walking away, leaving Dick on the chair, as he yelled at them for being idiots and not helping him out of there, but thank goodness that Spiderwoman was there, because she helped him out. Well… After she let out a few jokes and teasing comments at his situation.

Dick cleared his throat, glancing at Spiderwoman. “You know, Spiderwoman, I think I owe you one.”

The vigilante smirked. “Oh, I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”

Their playful banter was interrupted by two men coughing. Dick and (Y/N) looked at the younger men. “Sorry.” They both apologized. They shared a knowing glance, their unspoken desires hanging in the air. It was like a dance. A dance they knew all too well - one of flirtation, attraction, and a shared understanding.

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Nightwing and Spiderwoman sat in comfortable silence on a ledge of a rooftop. The city's heartbeat echoed in the distance.

“Have you ever wondered...” Dick began, his voice thoughtful, “about the other universes? The ones where we might not be vigilantes and live different lives.”

Her (e/c) eyes moved to him. “Yeah, sometimes. It's strange to think about all the possibilities. I bet there's a universe out there where I'm a circus performer, and you're a renowned journalist.”

Dick laughed. “Shouldn’t I be the circus performer?” She chuckled, “Hey, we were talking about other universes, right? There could be a chance of me being one!”

Her friend and crush, glanced between you and the street lights. “Or maybe, where I’m the vigilante and you an investigative journalist. Writing thousands of amazing headlines, while I’m beating up some people.”

“Sounds like one amazing universe…” She whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder, watching the stars now.

“I think, in every universe, I'd still find you. You'd still be the one who catches my eye in a crowded room. The one who I feel so connected with. It's like... fate.”

(Y/N)'s expression mirrored his seriousness. “Maybe it is. Maybe we're destined to find each other.”

“Destined or not,” Dick whispered, “I'm glad we found each other in this universe. I wouldn't want it any other way.”

She leaned back, eyes meeting his ocean blue orbs. “Me too.”

Their hands slowly moved, touching each other, just like their lips. A soft kiss, shared by two star-crossed lovers on a rooftop. And their love story…? Well…

Their love story echoed across universes, as the two were indeed lovers in so many universes.

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kokofromwattpad · 2 months ago

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Savior

Plot: A half-blooded siren had been caught by pirates and had been put on auction for the rich and affluent to get a chance to buy. Luckily, a kind-hearted noble saves the poor girl from the auction and takes them into their care. Once she had been healed up, the noble tried to release her back into the water, only for the half-siren to beg her buyer to never let her go.

Cw: Kidnapping, live trafficking, yandere half-siren x reader, yandere oc x reader, light gore.

A/N: YAYAAYA I FINALLY FINSIHED MY THIRD YANDERE

Word count : 3.6k

The ocean was much more violent than usual. The waves and currents swayed much more aggressively than a couple hours ago. The sky above the water-line was dark and shadowy, with raindrops the size of bullets falling from the thick and sad looking cloud.

The pods of ocean dwelling creatures scurried away from the layer of water that separated them from the aggressive current.

However, there was a singular exception.

Hali Mortimer.

Hali was what others called 'half-bred.' She couldn't belong to any pod since she wasn't fully bred like her younger siblings. She was the result of inter-spiecies relationship between a lustful human male and a deceived siren who fell in love with him. When the poor siren found out about his decietfulness, she cried and cried while tearing apart his body in the depths of the ocean. Hali was the embodiment of the poor siren's first love and betrayal.

So for almost her entire life, she had been neglected and forgotten by her mother and step-father in favor of loving and doting on her younger half siblings.

The lovechild was almost identical to her human parent. Same dark skin, same patch of lighter skin under her left eye, same emerald sky blue eyes. It infuriated her mother. The only thing that strayed her from her father was the large blue fish tail and her hair, that seemed to be made of condensed water.

Hali swam nearer and nearer the surface of the ocean. She had just been berated by her mother once again that day for reasons that she can't even remember. Tears were streaming down her face and floating around her, almost as if trying to mock her.

When her head came to the surface of the ocean, she was immediately beat down by the rain, almost trying to push her down back into the water. Hali resisted and quickly began to a small island she had spotted in the perfible of her left eye.

She used all of her upper arm strength to pull her heavy fishtail onto the sand of the small island. She began panting heavily from the ache in her arms from all of the strength she had just used. Hali was able to pull her heavy body away from the water and was now able to lay down on the sopping wet sand while she caught her breath. The end of her fail flicked water inconsistently as she was able to finally be left alone with her thoughts.

After what seemed to be a couple of minutes, a loudly rustling sound made Hali sit up in fright. She whipped her head around, trying to see who was watching her, but before she could get a good look, a thick, meaty hand had wrapped around her mouth, covering up her screams.

"Damn, we caught a pretty one didn't we fellas?" loudly grumbled the man. A few softer more scrawnier sounding voices agreed with the first man.

"Let's get ya to the boss lady before we do somethin' we ain't loud to do..." he continued on. Two other men came and picked Hali up underneath her armpits and her tail. Try as she might, but Hali was trapped.

Someone had come behind her with a sweat-soaked sock and stuffed it into her razor sharp teeth lined mouth.

The men carried her to a flat area of land with blue and white striped tents. There were other gruff looking men running around from tent-to-tent, doing whatever Hali didn't care enough about.

They carried her to larger than average tent. In there stood a middle-aged woman wearing a traveller-esque outfit.

"Boss lady, we found somethin' real good!" announced Garil as he dropped Hali on the hard ground.

The woman turned around to see what the gruff man was talking about. She looks down and locks eyes with the half-siren.

"She is pretty indeed. Good job Garil." Said the female leader. She had strands of sliver sliding through her black hair and deep set circles under eyes. She grabbed the girl's cheeks and pushed it side-to-side, inspecting her. "But she does have that ugly patch under eye. Hopefully she'll still sell well." She mutters softly to supposedly herself, but Hali still caught her words.

Her veins felt as if ice was flowing through it almost instantly. 'Sell'? What the hell do they mean by 'sell'?

"Let her stay under the docks until we reach the harbour. Two meals a day to keep her alive." she ordered before walking off to a different tent on the island.

Garil and the two other men came back and began hauling Hali to a large, pirate looking ship. They then threw her into the large area underneath the ship. They threw her so hard that her fin got stabbed by a stray piece of metal from the rim of a barrel.

As Hali screamed from the spike of pain through her body, blood sprayed out and had already began to pool on the wooden floor.

Shakingly, she tries bring her hands to the wound to try and stop the bleeding. She groans from the pain and achingly throws her head out and screams in pain. Tears begin to brim the edge of her eyes and start to stream down her flushed face. It felt as if she was beginning hyperventilate, as she began to huff and puff. Soon enough, her body slumped to her side and she passed out from the sheer pain.

The trapdoor that lead to the underside of the dock slammed open. Light cleared in harshly, blinding the half-siren. She covered her eyes with her tanned arm as she squinted, trying to see who was approaching her.

It was Garil.

He approached her steadily, with a thick piece of cloth in his hand. When Hali spotted it, she began flailing, but stopped once pain shot though her entire body, making her hiss loudly from the sensation. Garil ignored her and took the opportunity to stick the fabric into her razor lined mouth and hauled her, including the iron lining that was still pierced through her tail, over his shoulder, making her hiss from the pressure placed onto the wound.

She was carried out from under the dock and onto the large harbor. Sailors from who-knows-where were running from place-to-place. Hali would have found it a fascinating sight if she wasn't in the predicament she was currently in. Hali was then thrown into a wooden crate, with no food or water, and was then nailed shut, effectively trapping her in the dark.

At this point, Hali was so weak and tired, she didn't even try to escape. She couldn't even try to heal herself from the serious injury she was experiencing. She knew that if she was to pull the metal lining out, she would effectively die from either blood loss or shock.

After what felt like hours, the lid to her crate was opened, dim light flooded her eyes and a mask face greeted her. "What a beaut'. Too bad she's gonna die soon." The person said to second person in the room.

"Then fix her. We can't auction off damaged goods." Said the second voice.

Soon, two different people picked her up under her armpits and the bent side of her fishtail. Her skin had become paler than before, looking sickly. Large pieces of her skin had begun to flake off her shoulders and upper chest area.

"Bring a large water tank for her." Ordered the second voice, making their croonies run out the room to fulfill their order.

The second voice lifted Hali up on a large medical table and turned too-bright lights. She squeezed her eyes shut to protect the already damaged irises.

"This'll knock you out for a bit sweetie." Said the second voice.

They dabbed a thick piece of cloth with some kind of liquid and then placed the cloth over Hali's mouth and nose. Soon after, the half-siren fell asleep.

When she awoke, Hali found herself in a large tank of water. She whipped her head left and right, trying to quickly assess where she was, but everything was dark, making Hali begin to feel claustrophobic. Suddenly, she remembered her injury and quickly reached out to where it was supposed to be. But when she touched her tail, there was nothing but a thin scar left behind. There was no pain. Hali was understandably terrified as to what was going on. All she could remember was falling asleep with bright lights flooding her eyes and a soft, almost gentle voice coaxing her to accept them. That's all.

Abruptly, a loud voice of a man punched into her webbed ears.

"And for the last item of the night, I present to all, ladies and gentlemen, a half person from the depths of the ocean! A creature who sings melodies on the ocean rocks and lures Sailors to their inevitable doom! A half-siren!" The voice announces.

The darkness is taken away from Hali and stage lights flashed through her water tank making her spin around to see the where the source came from, only to be met with the gasping faces of thousands of oddly dressed humans, all wearing masquerade masks covering the top half of their faces.

An instant scared expression spread onto her face as she whipped her head again, from left to right.

"We shall begin her bid at 10 000 krillins!" Continued the male voice.

Instantly, screams of numbers going higher and higher slammed into Hali's ears. This was an auction. Hali used to atrend small auctions in her home, but all they sould was differently coloured shells and items found in ship wrecks.

Soon enough, a loud voice echoed through the area, screaming, "ONE MILLION!" This made everyone in the audience gasp. They turned their head to the source of the voice. It was an old fat man, who was loosing hair from the top of his head. Hali was irked and made a disgusted face, with earned a couple of giggles from the audience.

Then the auctioner's voice echoes in the now whispering audience, " We have just received a silent bet of 2 billion. Do we have anymore bets?" Immediately, the audience goes completely silent.

"Going once. Going twice. Sold to the 2 billion bet." and with that, a gavel was slammed at Hali was wheeled off the stage and was placed in a brightly lit corner.

After a few minutes, someone with a hare mask walked up to Hali's tank and pulled their mask off to get a better look at her.

"Hello there sweetie. Pleasure to see you again." greeted the person. Wait. It was the same voice as the person who healed her.

Hali sputtered, "You-" and she immediately began coughing aggressively from how unused her voice was.

"Don't worry. I'll be letting you stay with me until you're all better. Then I'm gonna let you go free." they explained.

Hali was absolutely stunned to silence. A soft flutter in her heart began. She was being let free? Really? Is this an actual dream? Holy shit!

Quickly, a wide smile spread on the girl's face from happiness. A soft grin was on her buyer's face from the sight of the happy half-siren.

"We'll be leaving soon, so try to get as much sleep as you can sweetie. It's gonna be while until you'll be able to swim freely." they explain.

Hali took in their words and nodded at their words. As soon as they walked off, Hali floated in the small water tank and closed her eyes to fall asleep as quick as she can.

When Hali finally awoke from her quickened sleep, she found herself in a large, aquarium sized tank of water. She was laying comfortably against the sand covered floor of the tank, obviously trying to replicate the ocean floor.

Hali looked up to see a large fluorescent light shining down on her tank.

"Good morning sweetie. Did you know that you sleep like a rock?" said the voice of her buyer.

Hali quickly swam towards the direction of the voice, only to be met with a nicely dressed human. They were wearing a white poet blouse and black pants and knee high black boots. The human smiled at the approaching half-siren.

"When will I be going home? I really wanna go ho-" the girl stopped when the human placed their hand up. Even Hali, who had spent her entire life in the ocean, knew that it meant to quiet down.

"I will return you home once you have fully healed from your injury." explains the human.

Hali immediately deflates from their words. But the human continues to speak, "But I will be here to continuously apply medicine to your wound. So you'll be able to leave in about two weeks."

Alright, she definitely felt better from their words. The human walked to the side of the tank and climbed up the set of stairs thst was set next to the tank.

"Come here, I'm going to take you to a more open area for you too swim." explains the human as they spread their arms out for Hali to hold on to.

The half-siren swam to the edge of the tank and stuck her head out, looking suspiciously at the human. She then reached her webbed hands out and dug her long nails into the human's shoulders. Apparently they didn't mind as they wrapped their arms around her waist and pulled her out of the tank, making water spill all over the marble flooring.

The human cautiously carried the half-siren down the set of stairs, making sure not to slip and fall. "I'm curious sweetie, what is your real name?" asked the human as they looked up at the half-siren.

She looked suspiciously at the human as the end of her fishtail flicked up in annoyance, similar to a cat's tail.

"You tell me yours first." She retorts

"[Name] [Lastname]."

"Sounds stupid."

"Alright then."

The two were silent for a while as [Name] carried them through the long, winding hallways.

Hali layed her head on the human's shoulder, starting to become a bit tired

She nuzzles her face into the crook of [Name]'s neck and shoulder.

Hali mumbled out, "I'm Hali Mortimer."

"'Scuse me?"

"Hali, it's my name."

"Pretty..." muttered the human, making Hali's face begin to feel hot to the touch. She grumbled something before placing her face back into it's original spot.

Soon enough, the pair came to open aired area, where a large pool of water sat. It had beautiful decorations lining the edges, such as boulders, greenery and rubble.

The human squat down with the half-siren in their arms and then proceeded to let her flop out of their arms and into the fresh water. Hali immediately began to swim laps around the pool, stretching out the muscles and tail she could barely use for the past several days.

The human looked fondly at the half-siren and took off their shoes to lightly splash their feet in the water. Hali noticed and quickly swam over towards [Name]'s legs. She then propped herself up on the human's thighs and rested her head on her crossed arms. The human looked down at her with a gentle smile of their face.

"Why don't you join me?" questions Hali while she dug up some old food that was stuck in between her sharp teeth.

"I don't know how to swim sweetie. Sorry..." they explained.

Hali's face morphed into something that looked like mortification. "How the hell do you not know how to swim? Shouldn't it be, like, a necessary thing to know?!" She yelled out in shock.

[Name] mearly smiled at the half-siren's enthusiasm. "Well, there was no need nor want to. I've been sickly for most of my childhood, so most of my days were spent inside my bedroom all by myself, while my parents would take my younger siblings out to balls and galas galore." They explained with a hint of nostalgia in their voice.

Hali's eyes widened. Holy shit. That sounded kinda similar to what she was going through!

"That sounds kinda similar to me. My mama doesn't really like me because my dad had lied to her about 'truly' loving her."

"But why would she blame that on you?"

"Because I look like him..."

"That's absolute bullshit sweetie. You had no choice on whether or not you wanted to be born from a liar. You're mother is most likely emotionally immature to not realise that she can't pin the blame on a person who is not to blame."

Hali was stunned. No one had ever really had a take on what her situation was. Every one of her relatives would put the blame in her whenever the topic of her mother's ex came up, as if she was to blame for her father being a liar.

Hali nuzzled her face into the human's stomach, and creating extremely loud purrs. The human smiled as they softly pet her wet hair.

Two weeks went by in a sort of haze. Everyday consisted of [Name] applying Hali's medicine on her wound, Hali talking about life under the sea, Hali swimming, [Name] giving Hali different types of human food, and Hali absolutely loving the human food.

[Name] was sitting at the pool without their shoes and socks off, which Hali found odd. They called Hali to come closer to them, and once she did, the human grabbed under Hali's armpits and hoisted her out of the water.

"Where are you taking me [Name]? Aree we going somewhere?" asked Hali as she wrapped her arms around the human's neck.

[Name] nodded with their usual smile.

"Did you forget? It's time for you to go home Hali." the human explained.

Oh.

So that's what this was about? Alright....

Hali muttered, "Oh, okay then..."

The human looked up at her in surprise. "Aren't you excited to be able to go home?"

"Not really..."

"Why not?"

"I dunno."

"..."

The pair where plunged into silence as the two exited the building where they were staying and onto the beach that right outside their doorstep.

[Name] [Lastname] was definitely rich.

The sand clung onto the human's shoes as they got closer and closer to the waterline.

There was a head sticking out of the water, obviously staring down on the pair, which Hali had noticed.

"Who is that?" whispered Hali.

"I'm not sure..."

Abruptly, the head began to scream, making the human drop Hali on the ground to try and cover their ears. Hali scrambled to go to their side and try and comfort them. The head that was in the water was definitely a siren.

Hali looked back at the water to see who was the screaming siren, when her face paled.

It was her mother.

Her mother was screaming at the top of her lungs at Hali, trying to get Hali back in the water.

Suddnely, Hali yelled at the top of her voice, "STOP FUCKING SCREAMING YOU BITCH!"

The screaming stopped immediately. Soon enough, [Name] was back on their feet and carrying Hali back into the water.

"[Namenamenamename], pleasepleaseplease don't leave me with her. I don't want to leave not after what she did to you, please let me stay with you." The half-siren begged, grappling onto the human's neck to try and slow them down.

"I can't keep you with me forever. If you don't want to live with your mother, then just live as a rogue away from her." reasoned [Name].

"No I can't, I can't fucking stand being in the water. Not when you're not with me. Please, fuck, just let me stay with you [Name]."

"I can't sweetie, it's best you stay where you are for your best chance of survival.."

The human was able to place Hali into the water before beginning to walk away from the shore line. Hali began crying, reaching out for the human, trying to grab onto their fleeting image.

"Hali, I know we haven't gotten along this whole time. But trust me when I say thet humans are no good. You shouldn't fall in love with a human Hali." explained Hali's mother with an almost gentle tone. It was almost as if she was trying to sympathise with her. With just mad the half siren even more angry.

Hali ignored her mother's words and used her arms to crawl onto the sand into the direction that the human was taking.

"Hai don't!" screamed her mother, but the half-siren persisted, she kept crawling.

A loud ripping sound echoed throughout the beach, making [Name] turn their head around into the direction of the sound. The sight that met their eyes were astonishing.

Hali's large, blue fishtail had been ripped in two. Long skinny legs emerged from the loose carcas of the now flimsy fishtail. Hali tried standing on her newly acquired legs but fell to her knees from how weak they were.

The human quickly rushed towards Hali's side, holding their arms out for the half-siren to latch on to. Hali dug her sharpened nails into the human's forearm.

"You can't leave me alone [Name]! You can't leave me! Please don't leave me [Name]!" cried Hali as large crocodile tears ran down her dark face.

She began to hiccup and shoved her head into the human's chest, making their shirt stained from her tears.

"You saved me! You can't leave me alone [Name]! You just can't! You're my savior!" she screamed.

[Name] had a concerned look on their face. "Hali.... please...." they pleaded.

Hali let out a loud sob. "No! Stop it! You can't leave me!" Hali wrapped her arms around the human's neck.

As she sobbed her heart out in the human's chest, [Name] looked down at the half-siren with a dazed look on their face.

Looks like there was almost nothing they could do.

Posted on: 20 / 09 / 2024

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satureja13 · 2 months ago

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The Boys prepared as good as they possibly could for their attack on Ji Ho's grandfather to return that spell back to him. They will only see if their plan works out when they return to the mundane world. They just have one try. And no plan B.

So they quickly took a souvenir photo, packed the TukTuk and left Verdantis beyond the Veil.

Meanwhile at the Headquarter of the Council at Tartosa. The Council is prepared. Ji Ho's Grandfather influenced Ji Ho in the Therapy Game so the Boys now know about the spell. And he unleashed Ji Ho's feelings, it's just a matter of time they'd try to attack. About time the little mice get caught in their trap.

Principal Prescott (who was the Boys' Principal at Belgraves Institute) tensed as the monitor lit up to announce the Boys' highly anticipated arrival in the mundane world: "Here they are! *her eyes widened in surprise and then she laughed* I don't know if they are dumb, oblivious or overly confident in their measly powers!" The TukTuk brought the Boys to the Villa Elba at Tartosa - right within the range of vision of the Headquarter!

Principal Prescott: "Quick now! Sebastian, Morgan - give note to the scientists and King Triton. We are starting now, before they have time to settle in and start with whatever useless nonsese they've planned!" Morgan (who has a crush on Vlad since the very beginning) and Sebastian (who is Kiyoshi's 'friend' and overseer): "Yes, Principal Prescott!" And there is also Mr Ito, Kiyoshi's father! (who lit up the pyre at Kiyoshi's execution...)

Back at Villa Elba. Saiwa looked over to the Headquarter. No time to waste! Saiwa: "Ok, let's begin. We have the advantage they can't turn on the Anti Magic Devices (which had been invented by Kiyoshi's father...) since Ji Ho's Grandfather has to use his Siren's Spells. And whoever creature else they blackmailed to help them... Let's hope the Bond does not let us down." The Bond between Vlad and Ji Ho had been silent since they went beyond the Veil.

Ji Ho felt awful. Teleporting makes him travel sick. He isn't sure he can resist his grandfather's powers in this state. Jeb hugged him: "We've got you." The statue next to them looks exactly as the statue of Vlad in the Therapy Game...

And then they started. Vlad and Sai are shielding Jeb and Kiyoshi's minds from being influenced by Ji Ho's Grandfather's Siren's Songs while they protect Ji Ho and try to loosen that spell inside of him so Ji Ho can send it back to the initiator through the mirror.

But it's too late! Ji Ho's grandfather already began to sing ö.ö Council's scientists (one of them is Felix, who was co-responsible for Sai and Jack's torture in the Lab!) started the devices.

As last year at Sulani, Ji Ho stands no chance against his Grandfather. And his grandfather tells him to kill Vlad. And all the rage, the jealousy and anger of the last weeks hit Ji Ho. And Ji Ho's mind went to goo. Despite Kiyoshi and Jeb's shields. He could only think of white-red hate boiling up inside him. Yes, Vlad deserves to die for what he did to him.

'King Triton', as the Council calls him, obviously also managed to take Kiyoshi and Jeb out of the game. No matter how hard Saiwa and Vlad tried to shield them. He's just too strong. Sai was the only one able to think clear, but he couldn't move! And Vlad was walking blindly towards Ji Ho - and certain death! Ji Ho is the only one able to kill Vlad - and Vlad smiled!

Sai screamed and screamed but he couldn't stop Vlad. And then Vlad kissed Ji Ho. Because he knows it all ends here. No matter who wins this fight. And it doesn't matter either if he dies or lives. Life is not worth living without Ji Ho's love.

The Bond awakened, thrilled to feel their arousal after all these months! And it helped Ji Ho to come back to conciousness. He draged out that spell and pushed it through the mirror!

The chamber at the Headquarter lit up and Principal Prescott smiled, pleased with their victory. Now she will finally get the recognition from the Council she deserves! But King Triton and Mr Ito knew at an instant that something went terribly wrong. Or right? They blinked.

King Triton grabbed Mr Ito: "I'll make you the Queen of my Kingdom!" Mr Ito, breathless: "As you wish, my King."

And then they kissed hungrily. The spell King Triton cast on his grandson returned right back to him and gave him a taste of his own medicine, as it seems! Principal Prescott was shocked. Again she failed! Luckily she didn't insist to capture this attempt to defeat those damn kids on camera again, let alone try a live broadcast! No one will ever learn about this! She has to make very sure the Scientists who witnessed this keep their mouths shut... And she doubts they are ever going to see King Triton and his 'Queen' Naoki ever again... and that is all the better.

'Follow me now to a place You only dreamt of before I came along

When I first saw you, I was deep in clear blue water The sun was shining, calling me to come and see you I touched your soft skin and you jumped in with your eyes closed And a smile upon your face Você vem, você vai, você vem e cai E vem aqui pra cá porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca Que coisa louca Vem aqui pra cá porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca Ai que boca gostosa

After the rain comes sun After the sun comes rain again

Underwater Love - Smoke City

It's a relief the Boys didn't witness any of this ö.Ö' And there still seems to be something between Vlad and Ji Ho! Even without the spell! Aouwww

Sai is so happy! He just hopes they get Jeb and Koyhshi out of that daze soon. And poor Vlad looks as if he's near to tears.

And then the door to the kitchen opened and Jack came out - with a pizza?! Jack: "Are you done? Pizza is ready!" Sai: "Omg Jack!"

Jack: "What? I never doubted you. And I'm useless in magic stuff anyway. So I did what I can do best - and that's pizza!"

Saiwa sighed and they dragged helpless Jeb and Kiyoshi outside for lunch. Saiwa: "I can't believe we made it!" Jack: "Yeah, yeah - let's eat already!" And they dug in.

The sun came out just after they returned that spell back to Ji Ho's grandfather and he seduced Kiyoshi's father. And a beautiful rainbow spanned the sky above the Council's Headquarter 🌈

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I was watching the trailer for Crescent County and thinking about witches, changelings, and lesbians, and, well, here we are.

Ivy hopped off her broom and leaned it against the outer wall of Kina's apartment. She tucked her goggles into the pocket of her leather jacket, held her pointed hat in both hands, and took a deep breath as she ascended the stairs.

"I should have come sooner..." Too melodramatic. "Hey, Kina, can we talk?" Too anxiety inducing. "Kina! Hey! Listen..." No. "I apologize for my actions..." Ugh, She sounded like a corporate stooge. Ivy felt the envelope in her pocket. She'd tried to write out how she felt, in case she chickened out and couldn't say anything. But that'd be almost worse.

Kina's door. Ivy closed her eyes, straightened her back, and knocked on the door.

No response. Ivy opened one eye.

The door was open.

She pushed her way inside. "Kina?" She called. The apartment was nearly empty, save for a small envelope with Kina's delicate handwriting on top - "to Ivy."

Ivy picked it up and started to read it. Her eyes went wide as she scanned down the page. Phrases jumped out at her; "by the time you read this," "I can't be here anymore," "back where I belong." Ivy dropped the letter and bolted out the door and down the stairs, as the fading sunlight fell on the last words - "goodbye, Ivy."

No way. She got to her broom and ran alongside it, trying to kickstart it. The thaumic engine caught, and she jumped on, hands rigid on the handle. No way! The engine roared as she channeled magic into it and she barreled into the street, forcing a car to swerve and stomp on the brakes and horn as she skidded through the air out onto the road. No WAY! She couldn't let it end like this!

She wove in and out of traffic, pushing the broom's engine to its limits. Her eyes streamed until she risked a hand off the controls, plunging into her pocket and stretching the goggles over her head, barely holding onto her hat as she sped down the highway to the Hedge.

Sirens sounded behind her. The cops were the last thing she needed right now. She checked her mirrors, licked her lips, and kicked the broom nearly vertical. The engine roared, and she gave the red-and-blue lights a cheeky salute as she boosted upwards, barely skipping off the concrete divide and onto the freeway.

Going the wrong way, but what can you do?

She landed heavily, boots skidding along the asphalt for a moment, knuckles inches from being sanded away. Gradually, she lifted up from the ground and made her way across the freeway, only to be cut off by a speeding Ferrari. She didn't have time to go around, so she went over, close enough to see the driver's irate face as she planted a boot right on the hood to help her gain altitude. She landed on the correct side of the freeway this time, her leg feeling like it had tried to kick a brick wall that hated her.

The sun broke through the glass and steel of the downtown skyscrapers. It was almost completely down, painting the sky in brilliant colors. She gritted her teeth and gunned the engine even harder, stretching her magic for every ounce of speed available to her, throwing herself flat against the broom for less resistance. She sped past trucks, skimmed over cars already going 30 over the limit, wove between deadlocked traffic. Anything to get there before Kina left. She couldn't let her go without saying her piece.

The last few months flashed through her mind like the faces in the cars she passed. Meeting Kina for the first time. Introducing her to her motorbroom friends. Kina's constant insecurity. Her feeling that she didn't belong in the human world. The late night talks, gazing up at the stars. The broom rides, with Kina holding on tightly as Ivy whooped, the wind in their hair. Kina's growing fears and anxieties. Hands held tight, warm and soft.

The argument.

Ivy had stormed out, kicked her broom on and flown away. She hadn't checked in on Kina for a week. She'd meant to, but the things she'd said... she hadn't known how to take them back. Her friends had told her Kina was getting worse, but this...

It's her choice, thought Ivy, the sun reflecting off her goggles onto the metal freeway fence flickering beside her, but I'll be damned if I let her go without at least trying to talk to her. The Hedge came into view, and Ivy gunned it for the exit.

---

Kina hopped off Birch's bike, and untied her small suitcase from the back. Birch popped her bubblegum. "You sure about this? It's not too late to turn around."

Kina felt so small beneath her gaze, the witch's black hat and fishnet shirt over a ratty metal band shirt and black jeans contrasting sharply with Kina's simple earth-toned outfit. She looked elsewhere, at the great wooden edifice of the Hedge, the sunlight almost right for the portal to open. "I'm sure," she said, in a small voice. "Nobody here cares about me anyway."

Birch's face twisted into an unreadable expression. "I wouldn't have given you a ride here if I didn't care about you, girl."

"That's not..."

Birch sighed. "Guess I can't talk you out of it." She checked her phone, tapped out a message on it, and stuck it back in her pocket. "Come back and visit sometime, huh?"

Kina mumbled something noncommittal, grabbed her suitcase, and walked towards the portal. It wouldn't be too long before it activated, and she'd be free of this world.

Birch checked her phone again. "Goddamn it, Ivy, where are you?"

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Ivy could see the living wood portal off the road to the right, and the sun was almost set - she could see the shimmers of magic, the world on the other side struggling to make itself present.

She saw Kina.

She skidded off the ramp and rammed the gates, breaking through the magical wood with a flaming boot. She sped past another broom-user - Birch? No time to worry about that, although she whooped and waved her hat at Ivy as she passed.

Kina stood in front of the portal, on a simple dirt pathway through the grass. The sun sank, and suddenly the portal sparked into place, the eternal twilight of the fey lands matching the twilight on Ivy's side. Kina hesitated, then began to step through.

"No!!" Ivy reached for more reserves, and suddenly found them empty. Her broom hit the ground at speed, flinging Ivy off it. Sky and ground intermixed, her goggles shattered on an unseen rock, and she felt a snap in her left arm. She found herself on the ground, the air knocked out of her lungs, as Kina reached towards the barrier between worlds.

And a familiar-looking envelope flew into her hands. One labeled "To Kina."

Ivy frantically patted the pocket of her jacket, finding it empty as Kina opened the envelope and began to read, one foot through the portal. Ivy tried to push herself up, but just collapsed again. She gritted her teeth and heaved, finally making it to her feet. Just in time for Kina to finish reading, to turn and stare at Ivy.

A million things flashed through Ivy's head to say, as Kina held her gaze, but the only thing she was able to blurt out was, "Don't go!"

Kina startled at that, holding the letter close to her chest.

"Don't go. Please." Ivy held her broken arm and pretended the tears on her face were from pain. "I'd miss you."

Kina broke eye contact. "I'm... a mess. I don't belong here. I can't do anything right." She began to cry in earnest. "I don't... I don't deserve to be here!"

"Screw that!" Shouted Ivy, limping closer. "Fuck deserving anything! I never should have said any of that! I'll miss you! I want you to stay! I know that's selfish, and I don't care!!" she took a breath, only a few feet away now. "Please. Stay." She couldn't look at Kina's eyes, focusing on her chin instead, watching tears fall from it.

They stood there for a moment. The portal behind Kina shimmered. She turned to go, and Ivy suppressed a sob, squeezing her eyes shut.

And then a moment later found herself tackled by the small changeling. The portal behind her closed, and Ivy encircled Kina with her good arm, both of them holding each other close.

---

Birch dropped the magic that had guided Ivy's letter to Kina's hand, and went to go pick up Ivy's broom. She flicked a tear from the corner of her eye. Those gay idiots.

#relia writes #microfiction #eggbug writes #urban fantasy #Crescent County

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