#but he has to deal with this salty little Creature in his head

[amoneki-ramblings]

In the Amon stays in CCG AU Shironeki will get jealous with Haise because Haise gets to talk/work/eat with Amon and he doesn't??? 😭😭 Guy be sitting in a chair chanting "it should have been me"

WAIT THIS IS SO FUNNY?? I also spent way too much time on this um?? Enjoy

[mixreality]

"Good girl"

My inner psychopath can't handle it anymore, so... there it is. English is not my native language! So sorry for mistakes!

Asa Emory with Fem!Reader who becomes his little puppy.

A bit of NSFW in the end

You love animals so much! In your spare time, you work part-time as a dog walker. It was a sunny summer day when HE saw you walking in the park surrounded by several four-legged barking creatures, jumping around, asking to throw them a toy.

Your big eyes, your smile, and your pale (or dark), clear skin glowing in the sun. Perfect. A perfect one to his collection. He's been watching you for quite too long… It's time for the little dog to learn her place…

Asa would be mad at himself it if there was even a single mark on your beautiful body from his instruments or other stuff. So, instead of intravenous anesthesia, he has to make do with a chloroform rag that was securely fixed on your face while you slept in your room. I hope you had a good night's sleep on the way to your new "home".

A nasty white, cold light stabs you sharply in the eyes. Surprisingly, you're not sitting like Gollum in a cramped box, but lying on a creaky bed. The room looks like a mental ward… or a prison.

You want to look around and try to open the door, but something is in your way. Something cold and heavy around your neck. "A collar?! What am I, a dog?!". Right when you thought about it, the door opened with a terrible creak and a masked man entered the room. Your face read animal fear, tears began to flow from your eyes, your voice trembled and begged for mercy.

Asa slowly came closer and closer, viewing you with a kind of… pity? Salty tears leave ugly red marks on your soft skin. So bad. They need to be wiped away. He runs his palm over your cheeks, stroking your face, so caring. At this moment, you feel weirdly…

You cannot remember, how you found yourself walking down an endless halls on all fours, with a chain around your neck like a leash. How long have you been walking like that? Judging by the chafing kneepads, it's been three months for sure, maybe more. Your Stockholm syndrome is kicking in.

And, after some more time, the abandoned building is replaced by a warm house. HIS house. You're used to being treated like a dog, no, you LIKE being treated like dog. You still walk around on all fours, with a leather collar and a gag in your mouth. Good girls should be quiet.

You now have your own little comfy place with a huge cot and a cage (in case you misbehave), somewhere in the furthest room that hardly anyone goes into. When Asa is in the mood, he lets you sit at his legs while he works, or lie on him on the couch. Amazingly, his ruthlessness disappears when you're around (this doesn't negate the fact of the situation you're in).

Clothes? Why do you need clothes? A big black t-shirt and black panties and an anal plug with a tail will suffice. He likes to see your legs and the way you wiggle your ass when you walk, the way your back sags. Asa can give you a sweater if he sees you freezing (sorry, but he doesn't want to have to deal with your fever and snot😢).

"What? Don't you get enough attention? Making puppy eyes because you want more?" with those words, Asa watched you rub against his leg and whimper. "God, what am I doing?" you say to yourself, but you can't stop. Continuing to stroke your head, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his, already aroused cock. It's medium-sized, slightly thickened in the middle, with veins at the base, looking well-groomed (who'd doubt it).

"Lick it. Like a dog. And no hands." It's exciting, but you asked for it. You start at the tip, with the tip of your tongue, in intermittent motions, as if lapping up water. The longer this went on, the more confident you became just licking his cock from base to end. All the way up and down. Running your tongue along every vein. Congratulations, you really have a jaw of steel!

You've lost track of time from the pleasure. Asa's breath hitches slightly, you realize he's about to cum. Yes, your mouth and face are now covered with his seed.

"Oh, look at you, and don't say it's not enough for you. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, very roughly." Yes. Yes, you're not enough and you want him to take you. Hard. Right now. Bad girl.

[greetingfromthedead]

12. Safety at Last

Series: Mermaid!AU Depth of Despair

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Word count: 2k

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Slivers of images slip through your mind before getting replaced by darkness. It is strange, almost an out-of-body experience. You see sirens coming out of their caves, swimming towards you with their monstrous faces, fangs bare as they screech your name. Their clawed hands reach out to grab you, but the next moment the whole scene is replaced with a new view and new horrific figures. You're held tight as you're moved through the water; you feel the drag but can't figure out how you're moving. Someone must have grabbed you, but as soon as that thought forms in your head, it is wiped away.

Dark shadows swim around you; they make large circles, but don't approach. You see the long tails, some wispy and delicate, others rigid and powerful. The different scaled bodies glide through the currents, their fins and spines casting even more shadows, but your vision is too blurry to really see anything. Except for the one creature who is larger than the others, a long, slender body with shimmering black scales. Even in the state you're in, you still recognize Nicholas on sight. Your eyes remain on him, and you think you see a satisfied smile tug at the corners of his lips, but that might be nothing more than your imagination.

Vash has you hanging over his shoulder, your long tail pinned to his chest as he holds on to the anchor's chain while it is being pulled up. He wants to feel relief; after all, he has you in his arms; he saved you from the little sirens who tried to consume you. He drove off anyone who tried to oppose him. Nicholas gave him his word that none of the merpeople on the surface would interfere. Yet his heart still pounds wildly in his chest like a trapped bird. Everything can still go wrong. He chooses to trust the dark scaled serpent, but he knows he has no real reason to. It is just what he hopes.

As you finally breach the surface, Vash starts to cough up the salty water, struggling to hold on while his body wants to fold over to expel the contents of his lungs. It takes all of his strength to fight against the overwhelming urge and to look up instead, where two of his men let down a fishing net that they pulled out from the water. He stands on the anchor, clutching the chain tightly as he catches his breath. The other sailors whisper in surprise but force themselves to move again, their hands reaching to take you off Vash. They wrap your slippery body in the net to hoist you up and over the railing. That kicks you back into motion. The flashbacks of being stuck in something like this flood your mind, making you twist on the edge of panic.

"He did it! He actually did it! The captain caught a mermaid!" Excited murmurs ripple through the crew. Most of them crowd around you, their hands reaching towards their swords or guns as their curious yet fearful eyes scan your body. A few remain to pull Vash back on the boat again. They slap their captain on the back as he still coughs up water.

"Well played, Blondie," a sharp and clear voice echoes over the still water, making all the men on the boat freeze up again.

"Will you keep up your end of the bargain? I did what I came here to do. I made it back. Now allow us to leave. All of us." Vash speaks with confidence and a raspy voice as he straightens his back and faces the siren with determination.

"A deal is a deal," Nicholas replies, his voice tangling itself in the minds of the men who surround you. It is as if he is glad, a note of satisfaction in his tone.

Vash hears it too—the hint of triumph—even in his face he sees happiness that should not belong there. Emotions the losing side should not display. Vash tries to think why that is, what did he overlook. Where is the hook he missed?

"Don't come back. I promise I will never make a deal like this again. Next time, you will not make it back alive. Nobody will." Nicholas speaks calmly, almost like telling a joke, but his words are a threat, nothing more, nothing less. "Take care of your guardian angel."

One by one, the sirens that had previously tried to board the fishing-boat are now disappearing into the murk of the water, clearly disappointed as their eyes stay on Vash, filled with hatred and disgust. Nicholas is the last to remain, watching Vash and his frozen crew, who slowly regain their sense of self now that the siren has remained silent.

"Thank you," Vash calls out with sincerity, but doesn't get an answer as the merman turns away and disappears into the water just like the others.

You struggle to stay conscious; fear is the only stimulant that keeps you awake. It starts to set in that perhaps this is real. It feels real in every way; it just seems crazy that it would happen. You push against the net around you while trying to pull away from the wall of people surrounding you. It is terrifying. Your kin is supposed to be secret. It has become way too dangerous to hunt openly and reveal that you exist at all. And now you are on the surface, for everyone to see. Your heart races as you fear the worst.

"Step aside!" a voice calls out, and the crew surrounding you turns to look. They quickly part to make way to their captain and the man who shouted.

Vash sees you lying on the deck and lets out a sigh of relief. Seeing his face calms your nerves, wiping away the fear that had been building up inside you. He takes a few long steps and kneels before you, his right hand reaching out to cup your face.

"I've got you," he says softly, almost like he is out of breath again.

With an effortless move, his hands shift and take hold of the net to pull it apart. The ropes snap like they are nothing as the trap falls off you, releasing your arms so you can throw them around Vash's neck. He holds you tight, pressing his face into your hair as you cling so desperately to him. He feels the bite marks under his hand where the changelings fed on you. It makes his stomach turn with anger and sadness.

"I am taking you home," he promises in a quiet voice.

He doesn't get an answer. Instead, your whole body gets limp in his arms as exhaustion and relief wash over you now that fear and panic don't keep them at bay. You black out in his arms, and he lifts his head to look at your face, relaxed and peaceful. He leans his forehead lightly against yours before placing a kiss there instead.

Vash keeps you tightly against him even as he reaches out his hand to the man who spoke for him before. With quiet understanding, he is handed back his red coat that he removed before diving into the depths, weighed down by the boat's anchor. Vash still drips, completely soaked and shivering, but he wraps the red fabric around you, adjusting so he can sit with his back against the mast, holding you tightly in his embrace.

"Get us back to our shore, and the chest filled with gold and jewels I brought with me will be yours. This mermaid is the only treasure I seek." Vash says, loud enough for everybody to hear.

The men exchange looks, some confused, some angry, some disappointed. A low grumbling echoes through the crew, some voicing disappointment that they are already turning back, some saying that it is unfair for the captain to claim the siren as his own. Some even feel betrayed that a mermaid is on the boat at all, suspecting it to be a set up so you can kill them all. Vash tunes all the voices out. He has faith that he will get back home with you. After all, he has you in his arms, and that already feels like home.

"Quit your yapping and get back to your positions!" shouts the same voice as before, finally getting the mob to disperse and find their posts. He looks at Vash and you from under his brimmed hat, a toothy grin of happiness spreading across his half-tattooed face. He turns around and heads for the steering wheel, where he continues to give instructions, all while Vash holds you tight, his cheek resting on top of your head.

The journey back is quiet. After the storm, the waters remain calm even as you exit the fog. The sun begins to peek through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the peaceful scene, but still, the boat cannot return straight to the port it had left from in the night. Everyone is on edge, aware that the navy is probably on high alert for pirates, so the boat needs to take an alternate route, making a grand detour to avoid detection.

Night has fallen once again as the fishing boat arrives at a small port down the coast. Vash has not moved from his spot, still keeping your unconscious body safe. The only difference is the sail material draped over Vash's shoulders. The mistrustful crew took pity on the shivering captain and covered him with something dry as a sign of respect for showing them something that almost everyone else believes to just be a legend.

The boat is finally docked, the path illuminated by a few lit lanterns. Vash stands up without letting go of you. He steps forward, carrying you in his arms, wrapped in the red coat. The canvas fabric slips from Vash's shoulders, and he doesn't seem to mind. He waits for the tattooed man to come closer.

"Here, this key opens the chest. I trust you to divide it equally." Vash speaks calmly and opens his hand to reveal a key sitting on his palm. The tattooed man nods silently and takes the key from Vash's hand.

A new commotion erupts among the crew. Some believe that it is unfair that the captain gets to walk off with the mermaid, others complaining that no amount of treasure will make up for the terror and helplessness they felt while facing off against sirens. Some are just happy to get some loot. Vash leaves it all behind without a second look. He is glad this boat and most of the crew made it back alive, but still, there are those who rest now in a watery grave. The more he thinks about it, the more sure he is that there is no rest for those lost to the sirens; they met a horrible end; there is no doubt about it. And it is all his fault. Everything is: he led everyone to the sirens; he disobeyed you when you told him to keep away; he got you snatched; he did all those stupid things because he fell in love.

He carries you across the wooden pier, towards a singular, distant flame. The darkness of the night swallows him whole, hiding him from any onlookers until he gets close enough to the rough looking older man standing on the gravel path with a lantern in one hand and the headgear of Vash's horse in the other.

"I'll be damned," he says roughly, "you actually brought back a real mermaid."

"I did as I said I would," Vash smiles weakly, feeling the exhaustion and cold in his bones.

"Well, you look like shit. You better get home and quickly," Vash's friend advises with concern.

"Thank you, Roberto."

With the man's help, Vash gets on his horse and settles you in front of him, making sure you can't slide off the animal's back. He says his goodbyes and commands his ride to a brisk strut, anxious to get home, but cautious of the dark night that hides dangers from his view.

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[momosandlemonsoda]

@mimosaeyes , you asked about the Wizard!Liu Sang AU. It’s something of a fusion with Discworld that I was babbling to @tinbramble about a while ago. I don’t know that I’ll ever write this up fully, but here’s the opening.

He shows up at the orb center for his shift wondering, “What fresh hell is going to happen today?” He brings Luggage!Wang Can because he hasn’t walked him enough today (a late night dealing with a swamp creature rampaging because climate change made his swamp too salty means Liu Sang got to bed in the wee hours and slept in, only to wake up when the bed started shaking because Wang Can was slamming into it angrily).

It’s an afternoon/evening shift, like 3-11, and this one starts slow. A few people calling in because they got caught in a magical disturbance (it happens) and he dispatches some med-wizards to take care of it. But around 8:30 there’s a serious metallurgy accident that means all the qualified med-wizards are out when he gets the call. It is, of course, Wu Xie and Pangzi. They have, unsurprisingly, touched a Cursed Object. Again. Liu Sang runs through the usual checklist and, establishing that, yes, they do need assistance dealing with this, he leaves the orb center in the unsteady, barely capable hands of the apprentice Su Wan, and heads out with Wang Can. (This isn’t quite as bad as it seems since Su Wan is under standing orders from his mentor to contact him if things go tits up and Su Wan is smart enough to take that seriously.)

Pangzi didn’t seem to think that the situation was particularly urgent and they’re not actually that far away, so Liu Sang walks with WC over to the Doorways on Doncaster St, which will allow them to walk through the Space Bends and get to the… location… that Pangzi has specified. It’s in the Old City, which means money, and Liu Sang admits to himself he’s curious how they ended up someplace so fancy. Because these two have never struck him as particularly wealthy or well to-do, or even marginally successful at what they swear up and down isn’t grave robbing.

The walk takes a while which has the advantage of giving Wang Can a much-needed outlet for his pent-up energy. Liu Sang is cautiously optimistic that he’ll behave (as much as Wang Can ever behaves).

So they arrive and Liu Sang stares at the gates to the address he was given. It has A Name, which is a sign that at some point someone with quite a bit more magic than either Wu Xie or Pangzi seems to lived there. Wu Shan Ju, the sign says, and before Liu Sang uses the bell pull he gently lays his hand on the wood of the gate. It’s something he’s learned on his own, no one really teaches Wood Lore anymore, so thanks to Wang Can he’s had to become something of an expert. These doors are not quite the same feel as Wang Can, perhaps a different species of Sentient Heartwood, but he can feel their watchful presence. This old house definitely has Protections.

Wang Can bumps his shins impatiently, then brushes up against the doors. There’s a feeling of what Liu Sang reads as astonishment and then welcome from the doors. Wang Can gives a little purring sound, like a stick run over a wooden washboard. Liu Sang slowly draws back his hand and then catches the bell pull. Wang Can leans against a door while they wait for someone to come.

It's Pangzi who opens the gate, and Liu Sang runs his fingertips over the doors as he steps through, can sense the faintest of grumbles through the wood. Wang Can must catch it too, because as it follows him through, he rams Pangzi's shin with a little snarl.

"What the fuck!" Pangzi shouts, hopping up and down. There's a sense of faint faint laughter from the doors as they close and Wang Can is radiating Smug.

Liu Sang shrugs. "He does that. You said there's a problem?" He glances around for Wu Xie, who can usually be found close to his friend. He's nowhere to be seen this time, though, and it was Pangzi that orb'd him. "Where's the other idiot?"

[fanficsforloki]

To Prove To You - Chapter two

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Word Count: 7k

Series summary: Nereide is a sea nymph with a peculiarity: she knows how too control her element (water) and has magical abilities. Poseidon, aware of that, decides to send her to Asgard as a student of Frigga. She studies with Loki, and as they grow up, they begin to develop feelings for each other. But what if Odin's plans for her get in the way?

Chapter summary: After their first Magic Tournament, the sexual tension between Loki and Nereide explodes. They decide to make a deal.

Content: unestablished relationship, friends to lovers, fwb, platonic love, romance, angst, fluff, loss of verginity

Content warnings: smut, melancholy, dacryphilia, Loki is a fabulous bitch with a big heart and a witty sense of humor, a bt over dramatic and very clever. He's sensitive, but hides his feelings and acts really rough around Nereide also because he like to see her pouting and eventually becoming more clingy.

Chapter warnings: make out i suppose???

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-Oh my absolute self, where have you been!?

Loki had found himself deeply attached to Nereide. To him she was a mysterious yet alluring creature. She would venture off to the seaside every now and then and as the bond between Loki and Nereide had grown stronger, one thing tugged at Loki's heartstrings – the fear of Nereide not returning from her visits to the ocean.

Each time Nereide left for the seaside, Loki's anxiety heightened. He knew she belonged to the sea, but he couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that maybe one day she would choose to remain in her aquatic abode forever. His mind would race with endless possibilities – what if she became a prisoner of the watery depths? What if their bond wasn't strong enough to bring her back?

As the sun dipped into the horizon and the sky transitioned into twilight, Loki found solace among the sandy shores where they last bid farewell. He would sit patiently, waiting for Nereide's familiar silhouette to emerge from the crashing waves.

Loki's friend could sense his concern and tried her best to reassure him. But deep down in his heart, Loki couldn't help but be plagued by the constant worry of losing his cherished friend to the captivating callings of the sea.

Each reunion brought relief, but over time it became increasingly apparent that a subtle change was taking place within Nereide. Her eyes carried an untold secret that stirred an uneasy feeling within Loki. It seemed as though every visit to her aquatic realm chiseled away at her resolve to return. This inner turmoil only intensified Loki's anxiety, but he remained steadfast in his hope that their bond would prove to be stronger than the ocean's allure.

Oh dear, he was capable to be jealous of the Ocean too!

Loki was completely upset, shaking the girl in front of him by her shoulders.

-Chiiill, i was back at the sea, don’t yell at me like that

Nereide still had her dark hair damp. Her lips were bright red thanks to the salty water.

-I have been looking for you for AGES.

-It’s been two MINUTES.

-Two minutes of me not knowing where you were is way too much time.

The two were heading to the palace. Thor and the others were back, and they were throwing a feast.

-You shouldn’t be called the god of mischief, but the god of drama

-I prefer god of being right and i am ALWAYS right

-You didn’t just-

-Oh, but i most CERTAINLY did.

She groaned, marching inside while he was after her.

-Look, i like you, Nereide, and we don’t see eachother nearly enough. Why is that?

-What are you saying, we’re nearly 24/7 together!

-Oh, come on, we’re never together, you’re always on your little bath in your room and i’m always down here. Sure, i have got my ways to get up there, but for some reason they have this super ridiculous rule that i am not allowed to visit. And if i do i’ll get sent to the dungeon and will be banned from doing any sort of magical thing for a whole year. It’s utterly ridiculous and i’m frankly appalled that you’d agree to that!

-Oh jeez, we’re almost always together!

-Almost isn’t enough! Look, you are my best friend, you understand me in ways that no one else ever possibly can. There is no one who makes me feel as alive and free, as unrestrainded as you do. My soul longs for you.

They both stopped, he grabbed her wrist, staring into her eyes.

-My heart, my actual heart needs you. I know i am being a bit intense but you need to understand.

Nereide took his hand in hers.

-Did something wrong happen? You seem hurt…Did the others do something or told you something bad?

He clentched his fists, looking at the front entrace.

-They’re so disrespectful! They always look down on us and they constantly tell me that i’m an irrosponsible fool who does everything wrong. Even Thor agrees with them! And when i point out that my ways are obviously better, they get all uppity an say how dAnGeRoUs my methods are and how i’m not fit to rule. It’s absurd! That’s why i have decided to wait here for you. I didn’t want to go far away with them, knowing that you were alone.

Nereide sat on a marble bench, and let him sit with her.

She sigghed, still holding his hand.

They weren’t ready to go inside, especially they weren’t ready to hear Odin’s praises for their friends.

-I’m sorry i wasn’t with you, i would have taken you away from them. They just don’t understand you, even though they aren’t that good. Like, there’s good and bad in everything and they just have to always point out at your flaws, it makes me angry. I wish i could protect you like you do with me.

-You’d never believe how much that means to me, Nereide. No one else ever understands me. Not in any way that matters. Not in the same depth as you do. You see past my tricks and schemes and really see me. It means the world to me.

-You know? When your older brothers had died, i was the first one to state you were innocent. It’s true, you wanted revenge, you always do, but you couldn’t know what would have happened, you were just a kid…Your mother and i will always take your sides.

Loki looked down, swallowing. That memory was still burning. The most tragic thing he had ever done was to cause the death of his brother.

Frigga loved him so much that she did everything to make him immortal, but Loki had found a way around it and managed to kill him.

Blader was the gorgeus god of all, the most loved one…

He shook his head. Spending nearly a year in a cave with a snake dripping venom down his face was enough.

Even there, if it hadn't been for Nereide who had stood patiently by his side with a basin to catch every drop of poison to protect him, he would have gone mad.

-I just…you’re just…

He could barely speak.

-You’re just so amazing.

Nereide winked at him, patting his shoulder.

-You are definitely the amazing one among us all!

She stood up and raised her arms in the air.

-Since we’re here, we should take some little revenge on the others, nay? Our welcomes…

Loki grinned, totally diggin’ her idea. He stood and stretched, smiling slyly.

-We’re on the same wavelength. So, i was wondering if you’d like to-

He got cut off by the obnoxious, hight pitched voice of Frigga.

-MOOOOOOOOM!

Loki groaned and put his hands on his hips like a teenager asked to do the dishes. He was hilarious.

-When will you stop treating me like i’m FIVE!? I’m nearly ONE THOUSAND.

Nereide was laughing silently.

-Oh dear, be patient with her, you will forever be her kid, no matter what…

-Like she sees anything but me being a little goofy and dramatic. She think her precious Thor is so much better than me and i’m just tired with having to be so pitiable all the time to her.

-Don’t be so mad, Loki. As i can say, your mom prefers you over Thor. She admires you and is so fond of you. She always told me the best about you.

-She doesn’t show it anyway. She thinks i am not capable of doing anything without her. She treats me like i can’t be trusted to do anything right. And it hurts, Nereide. And don’t say i am being overly dramatic, because it’s a very deep wound in my heart.

She kept silence for a few seconds, then she began to form little water pearls, turning them into ice, making them roll down the trail.

-Well i wish i had a mother to hunderstand your feelings, but i can see that you’re upset. Maybe you should talk to her politely instead of screaming like an eagle.

She stood in front of him, cupping his cheeks with her hands.

He huffed, letting go her hands.

-I’m not like i’m the lowest of the low, i’m-

She rolled her eyes before he could even finish.

-Yeah you’re a god and everyone must treat you like one babbling babbling. I can treat you as a God if it helps you. Will you be my God?

_...Well, if you wish to worship and praise me like the god that i am, your wish is my command, and i will be your god with the most gracious heart.

-You don’t even believe your words.

-Absolutely no.

They both laughed a little while they were trying to be composed.

Nereide caressed his cheeks and stepped back.

-And you would like to become the King of Asgard, right?

-…Perhaps if my mother and father will take into consideration my qualifications and expertise. If they’re willing to hand the throne over to someone who deserves it, then yes, i will do nothing les than rule with grace and respect for the people of Asgard, and i would take the throne gladly.

-If you will become king, what’s going to happen to me?

-Well as the king i would naturally need an assistant and advisor. Perhaps you could fulfill that role for me? I would make you the chief advisor and handmaiden. You could help me with all the royal duties, and would be the main link between myself and the people. It sounds like a pretty ideal position for you, what do you think?

-I was afraid you were saying you needed a Queen.

-Pardon me, but i can be the queen myself.

-You damn queer, you wanted to say. Being your assistant would be the greatest honor. We need to decide our outfit for our future domination.

And she ran to his room, entering without permission. It was alright anyway. Maybe he couldn’t visit her room, but she was often with him in his comfortable space. They used to nap together so often in the afternoon that it was basically her second room.

Loki’s room was a dark navy blue color. It felt safe and secure, he had all his books on the shelves. His bed was always unmade, but huge and with lots of pillows. There was a really peaceful balcony that leaded out into the forest.

Frigga didn’t really want them to spend time together in their bedrooms, and that lead to lots of sneaking around the castle.

-Where’s your helmet? You can’t rule without you fabulous helmet.

Nereide began to look around.

-I don’t know, my room is a mess! I’ve been so busy having to deal with my mother during these days i just haven’t had time to sort trough my belongings.

His face darkened for a moment, considering wether that was true or wether the messiness was just a result of his disorganization. He shook his head and snapped himself out of his introspection.

Books were everywhere, the windows were wide opened.

-But it will be done before the end of the day. And then all will bow to our majesty!

He threw his arms in the air and Nereide was already at his wardrobe, looking at all his clothes.

-You’re such a cool princess. Sooo many armors and clothes…they’re all beautiful.

-Princess??? I am NOT a princess!

Loki said while huffing and crossing his arms over his chest like a pouting toddler.

-I am a warrior, i am bold, powerful and strong! I am not just some helpless princess, do you understand me!?

-Blah blah blah

She took some black clothes and handed them to him.

-Try this on. Also, can you change my dress with your magic?

She spinned on her spot. She’s wearing a poor white tunic and she was barefoot, with her hair almost down to her knees, just like most of the nymphs.

Loki took the clothes and turned around to change in front of his bed. The black robes fitted him perfectly and gave him the appearance of a more traditional ruler of Asgard. The dark fabric matched the darkness in his eyes and the malice in his heart while he plotted his rise to the throne. The darkness in his personality became more pronounced with each bit of black material on his body. He turned back to Nereide. He’s more like his brother Thor now, but with an air of cruelty.

-…How do i look?

Nereide looked at him completely lost in his beauty and she blushed a little.

-You’re pretty…pretty handsome.

Pretty, again with that word. It wasn’ only her favourite word, but also Loki’s favourite word to hear from her. Her pronunciation of the word "pretty" was a delightful dance of sounds that evokes a sense of beauty and charm in his ears. The poetic essence of that simple yet captivating word was rooted in the alluring combination of its phonetic components. The initial soft plosive 'p', and Nereide always licked her lips before saying it, created an air of anticipation as her moist lips part, paving the way for the graceful transition to the open, vibrant 'r' sound. This mellifluous tongue roll resembled the gentle purring of a cat, hinting at warmth, comfort, and satisfaction that ran through his entire body like an electric pulse.

As the word progressed, the short but sweet 'e' sound introduced a lighthearted quality, infusing "pretty" with a touch of playfulness. Following this with the soft 't' sound doubled up on this light and happy feeling—the tip of her tongue dancing lightly against the upper teeth like butterfly wings. Finally, the terminal 'y' drew out an elegant trail, as if finishing off a perfectly executed brushstroke. He could taste a whole kiss from her whenever she said this word. And he felt like he was held by his core, a prisoner in her mouth. Bite me, chew me, swallow me, his eyes used to scream, as he carefully watched her lips.

He smirked at her and slowly walked forward, his shoulders rolled smoothly back with his chest stickin out. There was a slight, dangerous glint in his eyes, and he looked as though he was about to do something violent, even though he hadn’t even touched her.

-Does this frighten you?

She shook her head a no, looking him up and down.

-No it’s…it’s marvelous

-It is? Oh, but that dress doesn’t fit you.

He waved his hand and her dress slowly changed into a flowing black robe similar to his, but with gold accents that catched the light in beautiful shades.

-How about that? Isn’t this much better?

He smiled innocently, but his eyes had a cold and calculating glint at the same time.

She looked at him in disbelief and looked at the two of them in the mirror, grabbing his arm.

-You, you are beautiful.

She’s lost in his reflection, feeling her heart beating faster.

Loki couldn’t imagine that her dress would fit her so well, she was born to wear such items. She looked heavenly.

-Thank you

He spoke almost in a whisper but she could clearly hear every word. He had a soft smile on his lips, but there’s still an edge to his eyes that said he had something sinful in his mind.

-I can’t help it. I’m the best looking god in Asgard.

-I agree

-…it is not often that i am complimented in such a lavish way. You have my sincere appreciation, and my thanks.

He said, putting one hand over his heart and inclining his upperbody downwards like a gentleman bowing in respect, but it looked slightly disingenuous and he was smirking. He looked almost like a wolf licking its chops before it goes in for the kill.

-I know

She steps back, looking at herself.

-Whoever is going to be your wife will be lucky, i must admit. You’re tricky and mischievous, that’s true, but that’s Your beauty.

Loki had no time to respond, because Frigga’s loud voice resonated again in the corridors.

-Ugh. She’s always calling for me. She thinks i’m a litteral child who will just come when called for, for some weird reason. I’m a God, for Pete’s sake! What’s she going to do to me if I refuse to go? Ground me?

-…We have the magic council in about 20 mins, you fool.

-Oh, oh. That’s a different situation, ugh. What is mom whining about this time?

-We must be ready in time. Aaand since you are worse than a princess she expecially wants YOU to be ready on time.

-She is aware of my god status and immortal nature, right? I just…i hate being under her thumb. I’ve been alive for thousands of years, i don’t understand why she’s so controlling of me! I just want to be my own person and for her to respect everything I’ve done but NOOO she has to micromanage every aspect of my existence.

-Oh dear, for God sake Loki, can you NOT complain once in your existence!?

They were heading to the council hall, fighting like siblings.

-If people could stop disrespecting me, maybe i wouldn’t have to complain all the time about how unfair it is how much i’m disrespected!? I AM A GOD, I DEMAND TO BE TREATED LIKE ONE, IS THAT REALLY SO MUCH TO ASK???

Nereide facepalmed herself before saying: -here we go again…

-…What is that gesture even supposed to mean??? And do not roll your eyes at me, that’s just even more disrespectful.

The Magic Council held an extraordinary gathering to determine the participants for the annual Magic Tournament. After much deliberation and evaluation of the finest sorcerers in the realm, the council members finally reached a unanimous decision. Nereide, the skilled water nymph with unparalleled grace and finesse, and Loki, the enigmatic god known for his unpredictable tactics, were chosen to represent Asgard in the prestigious competition.

The announcement of Nereide and Loki as this year's competitors sent ripples of excitement throughout the magical community. With her innate ability to manipulate water and create powerful torrents, Nereide was revered for her exceptional talent in both offense and defense.

On the other hand, Loki's selection elicited an air of intrigue and curiosity among fellow magicians. Some whispered of his uncanny knack, other spoke of his unorthodox approach to magic, blending strategic deception with impressive spellwork.

As they commenced their rigorous training under the watchful eyes of Frigga, Nereide and Loki bonded over their unyielding determination to succeed.

The day had come.

The anticipation surrounding the tournament reached its peak as representative teams from neighboring Realms arrived in Asgard. Rumors circled about formidable duos boasting combustive elemental combinations or exceptionally rare magical gifts that would test even the likes of Nereide and Loki. Yet amidst whispered doubts and awe-stricken speculations, the chosen sorcerers remained steadfast in their resolve.

The stage was set for an electrifying display of magical powers. Participants from far and wide gathered to showcase their skills at the Magic Tournament, where victory brought not only glory but also the title of Asgard's most exceptional enchanted duo.

In the end, the decision of the Magic Council to send forth Nereide and Loki rested on a foundation of faith in their potential. Their selection would prove to be either a triumphant stroke of genius or a costly misjudgment. But for Nereide and Loki, champions-to-be, this was an opportunity to prove themselves as more than just gifted magicians – they were symbols of hope for a nation and magical world awaiting the return of its brightest stars.

The Arena was set up in a huge open field, with benches all around the outside to watch from. In its architecture it reminded Nereide to the Athens Theaters. The center of the arena was a large stone platform where the contestants would fight. It was surrounded by a thin ring of stone that protects the fighter from falling off during he battle. The stone platform was about 30 feet across, connected to the ground by a series of metal beams. This made the platform sturdy and stable, and allowed fora fair and even fight. The arena was filled with the best and brightest wizards and sorceresses. The Magic Tournament was a very formal nad important event, it wasn’t just about fighting, it also included testing knowledge and magic abilities. The tournament was about proving who was the best mage in the Realms, not about causing harm to others.

There were several different categories of magic for the tournament, each with its own rules, parameters and guidelines, that way the mages would be on an equal playing field. The tournament lasted about five days ans usually a lot of people attended them.

That year was a particular one: Prince Thor and his friends were there, and Thor was the loudest of the group, cheering and clapping. Everyone in there could clearly hear his words of encouragement for his friends.

-this is so nerd.

Sif was kinda disappointed that there weren’t Bloody fights.

Loki and Nereide slowly lifted their gazes in awe at the grand arena set up for the Magic Tournament and they could feel their hearts beating with excitement. Nereide was particularly keen on showing her skills in healing magic, while Loki had been preparing for months for the enchantment category.

Loki and Nereide stepped out of their inn into the night air, their uniforms dazzling even in the darkness. They were almost identical and the two of them could have passed for twins in the night. The fabric of their uniforms was black, with a long leather coat, trousers, and boots in the same color. This deep and dark color was perfectly complemented by the teal and golden details on their uniforms, which made them stand out even in the gloom.

Starting at the top, their coats had light teal accents around the stitching, which was golden in color. The fabric itself was a heavy wool blend that was sure to keep them warm as the night went on. The lapels were cut in a V-shape, with more of the teal accents at the ends. As they moved, the coats swayed and the fabric swayed, creating an elegant and graceful silhouette.

Underneath their coats they wore black trousers, tailored to fit them perfectly. The trousers had a smooth, even finish and were complimented by their boots. The boots were made of the same black leather, with a reinforced toe and heel box.

A golden belt with a teal buckle also hugged Loki’s waist, while a teal belt with a golden buckle was at Nereide’s. The belts were made of a smooth and supple leather, and the buckles were delicately carved with intricate patterns. The belts were the perfect accessory for their uniforms, adding a bit of bling and flair to their otherwise dark ensembles.

Years back, in her own private garden, Frigga introduced her son that tiny girl that was now holding his fingers nervous.

She wanted them to meet because Nereide was so kind and loving, and Loki needed that kind of love in his life. She knew that the two of them would be perfect.

Frigga remembered with a smile the lessons they had together. They were such adorable kids. Loki was really good, but he had just trouble focusing and Nereide always spent extra time with him to help him. He eventually became the strongest, but he was so proud of Nereide for how far she had come. He also teased her so much about that, but she didn’t mind. She knew she wasn’t a Goddess, therefor she could never be stronger than Loki.

And for their first magic tournament, of course they teamed up together. Both of them had practiced tirelessly.

As the tournament began, the brilliant Nereide was the fist one to step in the Arena.

Day one was the one that had a healing magic match.

Nereide prepared for the most significant moment of her life so far. Despite her apprenticeship, many doubted her skills as she was untested in any official magical competition.

Nereide's focus was on this delicate art.

As the competition began, excitement and suspense filled the air. One by one, healers showcased their remarkable abilities – soothing injuries, curing ailments, and even reviving withered plants back to life. The judges watched carefully and meticulously scored each participant based on effectiveness, technique, and creativity.

When it was finally Nereide's turn to step into the spotlight, she stood confidently before the judges. Despite the overwhelming pressure of competing against experienced magicians, Nereide remained unfazed. She knew that deep within her heart lay an exceptional affinity for healing magic.

Nereide's performance stunned everyone present at the tournament that day. With effortless grace and precision, she mended broken bones and healed deep wounds with mere flicks of her wrist. She then pushed herself further by restoring sight to a blind man - a task usually reserved for the most advanced healers. Nereide performed delicate healing spells that captivated the entire crowd. Her movements were as graceful as a swan, and her spells flowed with perfect precision. Nereide stepped up to the stage with confidence. Her healing spells were flawless, and she could feel the energy of the crowd urging her on. She felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Whispers spread through the crowd as they witnessed Nereide’s unmatched prowess in healing magic unfold before their eyes; it was clear she was destined for greatness.

When the scores were finally tallied, anticipation hung heavily across the arena. The moment of truth had arrived as each participant anxiously awaited their results. To everyone's surprise and amazement, it was announced that Nereide had won first place in the healing magic category .

Nereide's victory at this first-ever magic tournament was more than just a personal triumph. It signified a monumental leap forward for both Asgard and The Ocean, and served as an inspiration for countless nymphs to come.

As the match came to a close, Loki pulled Nereide close to him. The intensity of the day's events had brought them even closer, and they shared a loving endless hug.

The second day Loki had a different kind of magic up his sleeve. He dazzled the audience with his intricate and complex enchantment spells, but he executed them with ease. He took a deep breath, felling the judges’ eyes on him as he finished his routine.

Loki knew he was in for a challenge, as he was up against some of the greatest enchanters in the universe. And he couldn’t bear Thor’s shouting.

The competition began with a flurry of spellcasting and enchantments, where each contestant tried to outshine the others with their magical performances. Symbols glowed in the candlelight and creatures from beyond took up residence in the tournament hall, as the audience and judges watched in awe.

In one round, all the enchanters were given enchanted stones with runes etched into them. They had to use their expertise to unlock the secrets of the stones by casting spells with precision and accuracy. Loki had a slight edge here, as his vast knowledge of enchantments enabled him to outwit everyone.

The tournament continued in a similar fashion, with each participant displaying their skills and abilities in a spectacular display of magic and mystery.

As Nereide watched the tournament unfold, she couldn't help but be captivated by Loki's beauty. His aura seemed to cast a wicked spell over the usually timid Nereide, as she secretly admired him from afar. Though she knew him to be evil-minded, he appeared quite different in this moment – great and powerful, yet somehow still endearing.

Despite his imprudent behavior, his fiery gaze and dark countenance stirred a deep, almost mad desire within her that she hadn't experienced before. Great and cunning in equal measure, Loki effortlessly held her attention with every move he made.

Loki's appearance only amplified her infatuation. The handsome man boasted long dark hair that framed his face gracefully, while his charming smile concealed the true nature of his intentions. A good-hearted individual was how he appeared to others – a masterful disguise that shielded his deceit.

Nereide found herself enthralled by his enigmatic figure at the tournament, struggling to come to terms with the contradictions between his outward allure and the truth of his sinister heart.

Loki's beauty was alluring and captivating during the tournament. He exuded an amorous charm that drew eyes to him, no matter where he stood. Loki's eyes held a cunning glimmer, hinting at the evil-minded intelligence lurking beneath the surface.

Although there was something quite different about him that day, it was fitting to see Loki enveloped in an acquired darkness as he took part in the competition, his fiery determination alight in his eyes as he forged ahead.

Such was the great and powerful presence of Loki during the event.Loki managed to arrive first, but the real challenge was yet to come.

The final category was battle magic, and both Loki and Nereide were nervous. They had never participated in battle magic together before and didn't know what to expect. They fought bravely, combining their skills to create powerful spells and dodge attacks. The battle category was the most intense, and Loki and Nereide knew they had to work together to make it to the end.

They knew that their bond was strong, and their magical powers would only continue to grow.

But what they didn't know was that their bond and magic were about to be tested in a way they never imagined, leaving them both bewildered and questioning everything they thought they knew.

-Loki, i’m quite scared for this…

They both stood at one of the entrances of the arena.

Loki shrugged, still looking in front of him where the lights illuminated the place. People’s chanting were muffled down there.

-Don’t be, can’t we just do some cheating of our own?

-Loki, no.

Each team had to fight and both of them had no clue how to master their magics. They were lucky enouh to be on top of their personal cathegories, but Nereide knew she couldn’t stand a fighting match. She was strong, but not enough, and she felt so anxious that couldn’t let go Loki’s hand.

-Well i just hope whoever is against us isn’t deadly strong. …Maybe we should try some cheating after all…

-Maybe you should just close your mouth about all this cheating. Look, there!

She pointed at the first team that entered the arena. A couple of old mages.

Loki chuckled, thinking that a couple of geezers like that where nothing against them, and he just winked at her.

Nereide shook her head as another team stepped out.

-Well…we’re fucked.

Loki stared with wide eyes

-I didn’t even know they were allowed to compete!?

-Pleased to meet you, it was nice being your friend.

Nereide shook his hand before turning around and leaving.

Loki squeezed her hand before stepping down in the arena.

-Don’t give up hope yet, doll, i still have a few tricks up my sleeve.

He flashed his mischievous grin and raised his hands, his magic forming a massive sword out of thin air. He charged against them and Nereide rolled her eyes, forming a shield for him with her water magic and transformed herself into steam.

-Remember, if you get injured just find some water! I will regenerate us!

He slashed and cut at his opponents. He dodged their attacks, countering with fire around them.

From the benches they could hear Thor and their friends cheer for them.

Unexpectedly, a mage found Nereide and attacked her. They began to fight with water but the mage was much stronger than her.

-Loki!

He quickly ended the match with his opponent, turning his attention to Nereide in a flash. He was beside her within an instant, grabbing the mage’s arms and pinning him as he turned to her.

-Are you okay!?

His voice was filled with concern for her wellbeing, sweat was running down his forehead.

She nodded and took the water from his face, forming some daggers with them and handing him one.

-Keep him there, i’ll block the others.

He was clearly terrified for Nereide’s safety.

-It is not the right moment!

She turned one of the mages into ice, using the liquids in his body.It wouldn’t last long, but that was an advantage.

-Concentrate on the-

She was shashed from behind and she fell down on her knees.

-You. How dare you. She’s Mine!

Loki yelled this like a wild beast, a voice he never had before. His eyes burned and a look of feral rage unlike any other crossed his face. Closely, you could see the tiniest bit of fear in Nereide’s eyes as she watched him. Loki had never done this in public before. He had never shown this side of himself in front of her, and as he made all the opponents fall, he rushed to Nereide’s side.

Their weakness was only one: they were too sentimental. They couldn’t focus well on the battle, because they were both too concentrated on the other’s safety. They were more afraid and occupied protecting one another to understand that their previous strickers were just illusions. They got trapped from the other mages.

In comparison to the others, they were too young and unexperienced. They were able to battle, of course, Loki had been through war, but that was different. They had to use magic with more logic, more calculation. They were strong indeed, but too emotional. That could lead to a loss of control that could be dangerous.

Nereide teared up, unable to stand up, exhausted. She tried to hide it, but she was upset.

-I wish i had been better. I really wanted to give you the victory.

They both held their gaze up where Odin was shitting. They both only saw the dissappointment in his eyes as he was slowly shaking his head.

Nereide stood up and ran outside the arena, Loki screaming for her, turning to see her black locks disappear behind the exit.

After the last battle had finished, they met in the changing rooms corridors.

-Nereide!

-Loki!

He stood up and ran to her, and held her in his arms, looking up adoringly at her.

-Where have you been my sweet? I’ve been searching for you all over the crowd! I had to say to you i’ve dreamt of this day. I’ve been waiting to see you beat the crap out of someone for a lifetime.

He smiled adoringly at her, and cupped her face. In that moment, their loss and all the problems with his father melted away and he just wanted to be with her.

-Oh, my lovely, sweet, chaotic Loki, i’m so proud of you!

She held him back, rubbing her cheeks against his.

He’s lost in her embrance, and he breathed in the scent of her skin. The scent of wild magic and wild things, untamed and free as she is. It’s like nothing he’s ever smelled and anything but her had that parfume that made him feel the strongest sensations he had ever felt. In all his years of life, he had never felt such a connection with another person as he did with her. He was upset before, the third position wasn’t enough for him, but seeing her being so happy for their result made him feel better.

-Well, it is your fault if we are third, so…

She squealed in his arms slapped him playfully.

-No, it is thanks to me!

He pulled her back into an embrace and sighed. He was so happy, in that moment, he almost couldn’t believe that a god like him would have this kind of happiness.

As they walked out of the arena, hand in hand, followed by their friends, they looked at each other and smiled. They knew that even though they didn't win the battle category, they had each other's support. That was so strange to hear something like this from Loki.

During the lively celebration party thrown in their honor,

Nereide stood in the corner of the ballroom, watching the couples drift around the room in a waltz. The chandelier illuminated the dancers with its glittering light and the music swelled around the room like the sound of her beloved distant sea. Nereide could barely concentrate on the music, her thoughts were too absorbed with the figure standing at the other end of the room.

Loki was leaning against the wall, his tall figure framed in the shadows. His gaze flicked around the room and Nereide felt the pull of his gaze linger on her for a few seconds before it moved on to the other dancers. A shiver ran through her as her eyes followed him around the room. His dark hair shone in the candlelight and his eyes were like burning embers, piercing and intense.

Nereide was mesmerized by the figure of her beloved, by the way his movements seemed to blend so seamlessly with the music. She couldn't take her eyes off him and the desire in her heart was so strong, she felt like it would consume her. She had loved Loki for so long, she had thought that the feelings could never be matched in intensity. Yet there she was, feeling a physical attraction to the man she had sworn her heart to.

Nereide was finding it difficult to resist the temptation to go to him, to surrender to his embrace. She had to admit that the pull she felt towards him was strong, more intense than she had ever felt before. It was like a burning sensation in her core, an aching need that seemed to grow stronger and stronger with every passing second. She had to take a step back and examine her feelings, to question her own motivations, before she could take any further action.

Nereide had to keep reminding herself that although she felt a physical attraction to Loki, it was merely a temporary attraction that would soon fade away. She had to resist the temptation of her physical desire, to keep her love strong and pure.

As the music reached its crescendo, Nereide stepped forward, intent on stopping herself from taking a rash decision. She had to remain strong and clear-headed, if she wanted to keep her love for Loki true and pure. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she took a deep breath and stepped out into the light. Nereide walked slowly across the room, focusing on the music and on the steps of the dance. With each step she took, the feeling of desire that had been building in her womb began to be unbearable.

She collided by chance with Loki's lean yet muscular back, and felt like she might pass out at any moment.

Loki, noticing her agitation, guided her away from the crowd.

Loki and Nereide found themselves sitting side by side on the upper steps of the grand staircase. The laughter and music below filtered up to where they sat, creating an intimate bubble for just the two of them.

As they shared a gentle conversation, Loki couldn't resist the magnetic pull he felt towards Nereide. He casually leaned in, gazing into her captivating eyes before tenderly pressing his lips against hers. Their first kiss was soft and filled with pure emotions, making time seem to stand still while warmth fled their entire beings.

It was not just a physical sensation – he could feel the love that Nereide imbued in this simple yet profound gesture. At first uncertain and hesitant, she soon gained confidence to deepen their connection. Delicately pulling his lips closer to hers, she started to suck on them ever so sweetly. This unexpected tenderness filled Loki with an overwhelming desire to weep from sheer happiness, a feeling that he knows words could never fully encapsulate.

Their passionate exchange at the top of the stairs lasted longer than what he had expected.

They parted only to catch a breath.

As Loki's eyes locked onto Nereide's, an electrifying shiver coursed through both their spines. His gaze piercing into hers, looking into her soul and pulling out her deepest innocence and obscene thoughts. She looked so vulnerable and yet so hot he was about to devour her. Their hearts swelled with a yearning that had been simmering just beneath the surface for an eternity. It was in this moment, where time seemed to stand still, that they found themselves ensnared in a passionate and long-awaited embrace.

Their lips met again, soft as rose petals, harsher than before but still with a tender urgency that spoke volumes of their pent-up desires. Warmth spread between them, as the wetness of their kiss only added intensity to the connection they shared. The gentle dance of their tongues weaved a delicate story with each brush stroke, punctuated by moans that resonated on a primal level.

Agitation bubbled feverishly beneath the surface as Loki and Nereide struggled to fully express the depth of their longing in this one intimate exchange. It was a hunger which had gnawed away at their souls for what felt like forever, finally given the chance to be satisfied by this fervent and exasperated touch.

Loki could feel something twisting around low in his stomach, deep down to his pelvis. Nereide was pure, completely untouched. Her body almost had missed the feeling of almost everything and anything. It made his chest tight.

Nereide could feel her cheeks heating up as Loki navigated her to the wall behind her - a move that showcased his determination and protectiveness as much as it signified his raw desire. As he trapped her there with his sturdy form, his hands skillfully wrapped around her wrists, tethering her between himself and the wall. He was so close to her she cloud feel his body heat radiating off of him and onto her. The thought of kissing her best friend, her childhood friend, had her blood running hot. They’ve been close to each other so many times before, but this, this was an entirely different story.

He placed his hands on her waist and jerked her forward up his thighs. Nereide was so close to him, sitting on his thighs with her legs on either side of his waist. His hands felt heavy on her waist as he squeezed it soothingly. Loki sat up to bring his chest closer to hers.

They both reveled in the intoxicating feeling of surrender and vulnerability within their fervid embrace - at last tasting the soul-deep connection they had been craving for so long. Their breaths were mingling in the space between them. The wetness of their mouths added a sensual layer to their connection. Their tongues danced in a slow, deliberate rhythm, exploring and tasting each other with fervor. Time seemed to stand still as the world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of their warm, moist lips pressed against one another.

Nereide could feel Loki’s slender fingers push into the supple skin of her waist while she tried not to focus on the fact that she was sitting just above his waist, his most intimate parts a few inches away from hers. But the way he was kissing her had her wanting to grind down against him, to feel wether he was coursing with arousal the same way she was.She needed to feel him hard and throbbing beneath her. Loki’s hands were still sliding over her hips, and grabbed her so strongly that she could feel his nails dipping into her flesh.

-It is…it is so difficult for me to stop now…

Loki chuckled, resting his forehead on hers.

But they couldn’t continue, they had a ball to attend, and Thor was already looking up for them.

Nereide rested her hands on his shoulder, speaking with a shaky voice.

-You have to promise that this is going to happen again.

In front of that adorable pout of her, Loki could only smirk and grab her by the neck, kissing her again.

It was a clear answer:

-Anytime you want, dear.

[cruelprincae]

Black eyes rimmed in gold blink their perplexion in sight of the mortal boy's retort ― it is curt, and simple and spoken in such a nonchalant way that Cardan has trouble pointing his well-manicured finger upon the meaning behind it; is it meant to be an insult ? Or, a further elaboration on his dim-witted beliefs, perhaps ? He knows not, and inquiring further about it would make himself appear even more stupid than what he is painting the boy out to be. And if there is one thing that the Folk mind above all, that is their ego and making certain they do not make themselves appear smaller than the creatures considered to be their inferior.

Besides which, he does not need to chill out, for he is fairly content with the temperature of the isle at this fine hour of dusk.

❛ I am far from warm, I need not chill, ❜ Merely points out the Prince, the words themselves escorted by a breathless scoff, as though such ought to have been rather obvious. The atmosphere, throughout Elfhame, forever remains in the warm, soft spring breeze that maintains the land and its wildlife in those vibrant colours and bloom; a mask of its own accord, a painting of dreams and desires, as though meaning to conceal the nightmare of a Folk that inhabit it. For Cardan, it reminds him of a carnivorous plant, spreading its blossoms to attract the unsuspecting fly only to close in around it when the insect is in its grasp. The only difference between the land and the carnivorous plant in question, is that the land does not attract unsuspecting flies but unsuspecting mortals.

In a way, the Fae can sympathise with the boy's desire to leave as quickly as he can. He would have done the same as well were he to have the slightest of clues of how to navigate the mortal land and its Folk of clay.

A toy, the other says and the Prince's dark lashes blink away in an attempt to contemplate its usefulness were he to claim it for himself. But toys have no purpose other than to entertain the children they are granted to ― or at least, that is what he deems their sole purpose is, for although he has seen plenty of mortal children carry them around in the street, himself has never been graced with one to occupy himself and bide his time.

A Prince of Elfhame needs not to distract himself with unnecessary nuisance, Balekin claimed one busy afternoon when the subject was brought up, whilst the entirety of Hollow Hall was preparing to host one of the many revels of the Circle of the Grackles. As soon as his spider-spun, silky shirt was laced upon his person, a thorned hand came to rest upon the dark curls of his head, petting him as though he was not his kin, but a tame hawk. And if he is in need of amusement, then he is more than welcome to participate in the revel rather than to merely watch from the sidelines.

Cardan himself knows not whether the revel is actually entertaining, for he has little memory of it the night prior. A toy, be it for mortals or the youth of Fae, must certainly be more entertaining than it.

❛ I wish for one of your toys, ❜ The Prince states after a long moment of thought. His brows are furrowed in his forehead and his plump lips are pursed, as he gives the matter yet another spin reflection. ❛ I wish for a toy that you fancy. One that is entertaining and impactful for you. Grant me this, and I shall take you back to your land where you can cry your salty tears to your heart's desire. Deal ? ❜

The flush of the other boy's cheeks startled Eddie with its intensity against his pale skin, noting the expression on his face as one similar to his mother's when he went against her wishes. Fury mixed with surprise that he would even say such a thing, and Eddie wondered if maybe he'd crossed some sort of line.

"Chill out," he replied, copying the phrase that he'd heard Richie say to him a number of times, and Bill say to Richie in return. "Sorry, I guess."

So he was a faerie. Eddie didn't know whether to be awestruck or fearful of this knowledge so he opted for a healthy mix of both, rubbing at his eyes as he noticed the sharp point of the boy's ears -- Maybe this really was a dream, just a really long one.

"What do your child species possess?"

The question made him consider, pursing his lips as he thought of his bedroom back at home. He didn't have a lot of things, not like some of his friends -- Bill and Stan and Richie's parents all made a lot more money than his mom did, so their rooms were much bigger.

"I don't know, books and toys and things," he replied. "I got a trainset on my last birthday."

[sugarcherriess]

congratulations on 1k!! 💖💖💖 you deserve it, i adore your writing so much. if requests are still open, could you maybe write like a soft yandere dom changmin smut?? i don’t like degradation or anything but i love the obsession+passion of yanderes soooo much!!

have a great day/night ^_^!!! 💕🧸⭐️

-@gyulfriend

Thank you so much my darling!!! I hope you enjoy what I came up with 🥹🥹🥹❤️

SoftDom + Yandere!Changmin:

cw - smut, mentions of having a bad day, Changmin is very… patient, reader cries bc of said bad day, since it’s yandere themed I’ve taken the liberty to make reader and Changmin’s relationship as house-bound!partner x provider!Changmin, protective jichang, threats and stuff

Changmin’s favourite time of the day is coming home

Really it is

Not because he gets to wash off and slip into his bed for a nice well deserved sleep

But because when he comes home he can always here you working somewhere in the house

There’s no better relaxer than hearing your sweet voice talking to the air like you have some invisible friends around you

He really wishes you could have real ones

But the outside world is so dangerous

He can never take any chances with his princess

So he swore, when he ordered you to stay in the house at all times, that he would do anything for you

That he would be the only friend you’ll ever need

The only company you deserve

He’d make sure to isolate you from the terribly evil outside world

Imagine his surprise when he comes home to find out you’ve had a visitor during his absence

And imagine his anger when said visitor left you distraught

Leading you to sobbing silently in your room instead of playing around the house like you usually do with one activity or another

“She said I was too introverted! That I should mingle with the neighbourhood! She said I was so stuck up for not coming to their parties, Minnie!”

Changmin’s anger almost washes out with your cute nickname for him

Such a pure name for an unpure man

The man contemplating murder in his head

He purposely brought you to a house on a hill so that no one would be in contact with you

And no one dared to be

Not until now

He’ll take care of that later though

His first priority was you:

The adorable little creature sniffling in his arms and complaining about the mean intruder

“Don’t think about it baby, I’ll take care of her,”

If you notice the implied threat in his tone then you don’t mention it

And he’s grateful for that

“How can I not think about her, she kept insulting me for twenty whole minutes,”

Changmin would stiffen and clench his jaw to contain the steam coming from his ears

Which would prove easier than assumed because you would punch the pillow next to you in the same moment

And fall flat, face-first onto the mattress

“She was so mean to me,”

You’d wail and he’d caress your head

He’d move your pliant body to the side, wiping the salty tears off your face

“I told you I’ll deal with her, darling. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,”

Your voice has gone extra soft: an effect only he has on you

“Then forget about that bitch and tell me how I can make you feel better,”

Your scowl would turn into a mischievous smile

The kind it does when you’re about to ask for something you know he won’t refuse you

“You could fuck her out of my system. Make me think of only you, Changmin, please,”

How can he refuse when you beg so prettily?

You ask him to eat you out first

And pride blooms in his chest because no matter what, you never forget to ask and not order

Ordering is his right and his alone

So he does

He hooks his steady fingers in your underwear and pulls it down to reveal your glorious sopping center

Changmin urges you to moan out loud

Using his assertive, no-bullshit voice

He has to fill the auditory void somehow!

Since his own tongue is occupied slurping up your juices

His sweet little girl spilling all her happy fluids for him and him only

He’d lap up your pretty flowers with all the patience and focus in the world

Until your thighs stiffen and shudder in his grasp

Your belly rippling in pleasure

Breath catching in your throat

Your own hand catching between your teeth to hold back the inhumanely fucked out cry that leaves your lips anyway

Then Changmin would trail wet kisses up your torso

All the way to your heaving chest to give it its due attention

He’d leave your mouth open and unobstructed while he pushes his cock inside your desperate hole

“I’ll do anything for you,”

He’d kiss all over your heated face

“I’ll take care of everyone, baby,”

He’d whisper in your ear

“Don’t you ever cry because of anyone who isn’t me,”

His deep, calculated strokes would never cease throughout

“I’ll burn the world if it pleases you,”

“Changmin!”

You don’t really cares for what happens to the world when the volcano of pleasure is about to erupt inside you again

“I-l’m– mmnnhhh– Changmin I’m g-gonna cum!”

You wouldn’t realise that you came before you could even finish the sentence

But Changmin would

Your walls would tighten so deliciously around his hard, twitching cock that it only meant one thing

Changmin would cum right after you

And cuddle you for a while to catch his breath

The he’d rub your hands and bring you some water

Making you soup if you ask for it in your dazed mood

Feed you it with his own hands

Then kiss you passionately on the lips

A firm “I love you the most,” making its way to his lips

He’d make sure all your appetites, sexual or otherwise, are satisfied before he makes his way downhill

With his anger reignited, he would knock on the door of the same woman who confronted his precious darling in his absence

He’d make sure though, that you never find out why no one ever hears from her again

[sitp-recs]

Hi Liv, I love your blog❤ I have a difficult time now. Could you, please, rec me sth with NO angst at all? Sth heartwarming, summery and full of light? Thx a lot😘

Oh Gray, I’m so sorry to hear that *hugs* I’m sending lots of love your way and hope things get better soon. Here are some of my favourite summery feel-good reads, hope they’ll help 💜

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai (2021, T, 3k)

The thing about surrender is that once you accept the unavoidable rhythm of change, the surprising uncontrollability of life, and the astonishing inevitability of feelings, it is easy.

Market Saturdays by @sorrybutblog (2021, M, 3.2k)

In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

Sun Stroke by @peachpety (2020, E, 3.8k)

Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach. With the help of a sultry sea setting, encouraging friends, and a fisherman’s jumper, Harry and Draco's mutual attraction swells and things get hot on a salty summer night.

Still Warm, Still Warm by @tsauergrass (2021, G, 5k)

Harry is up to something. Why else would he keep giving Draco presents?

Postcards From Italy by @sorrybutblog (2021, E, 6k)

A pool party, a nightclub, a bathtub. Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expected to run into the summer before his third year of university, but he's not complaining (at least not anymore).

Ice Snakes, Glow-worms and Wolverine Stew by khalulu (2015, M, 8.4k)

Harry Potter apparently wants to talk to Draco about something, but odd events keep getting in the way of that conversation – and bringing them closer together. Featuring serpentine travels, misbehaving birds, dubious roofing projects, a gay beach, and an unexpected matchmaker.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (2020, T, 9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots. Leaving one life behind isn’t always a sacrifice, and sometimes the greatest good comes from embracing the people you love.

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness by @ghaniblue (2021, E, 16k)

Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words.

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story by synonym4life (2017, E, 20k)

Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one who has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.

amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (2019, E, 21k)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

Against All Odds by momatu (2015, E, 54k)

Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.

Would also recommend checking dustmouth’s incredible comics, they’re the best comfort food out there! My favorites are Going Postal and the Advent series.

[ayuki-ikuya]

I come bringing ideas and headcanons.

OK, so we all already know what The Three oldest archons abilities. So I’ve come up with my own ideas we could use for the younger archons! (And yes I’m grouping Ei, Venti and Zhongli as the older siblings since Ei Is 1000 years old Venti is 2,500 and Zhongli is 5,000-6,000 and the other archons are still in the hundreds I think)

Again these aren’t canon just stuff you can use for future Requests for Twisted wonderland x Teyvat God! Reader

For Dendro archon!Reader

Definitely a Bow User. And Is a Healer. But the their Ult can cause damage

I have a theory That during the Archon War The dendro Archin created the Regisvines to fight for them, and only two were left. I also Headcanon The dendro archon can bring plants to life and overwrite what each plant can do. (Maybe even bring mushrooms to life 👀).

Maybe They can create a giant plant from the ground that spreads Healing energies and since this is a god where talking about can Cure Curses (Ahem Vils Curses Ahem) and major Diseases and what not.

For Their Ult maybe a giant plant monster (kinda like how Gouba and Oz exists ) that will attack for them (could make for fun combos with different elements like if the dendro archon was wet Hydro Plant monster)

For Hydro archon!reader

Polearm or sword (theirs way too many Hydro Catalyst) Healer and Dps, Why? Cause I say so.

You’ve mentioned how Hydro archon summons a giant wave? I’ll do you one better and their E skill summons a giant sea creature of your choosing to soak the fighters (A cool visual is their polearm turning into a big dream catcher then going swoosh and Baam Maybe like A giant Water Koi fish finna drown your ass *ahem ace ahem*)

Now mihoyo likes to reference Their character form honkai impact into genshin impact (and since they took a characters look from Honkai and another characters abilities with the whole Dual ego thing for Raiden shogun and Ei) I’m gonna base this Ultimate Skill From a character from Honkai (for research search up Herrsercher of Sentience)

Since the Hydro archons whole thing is about Justice. Now here me out here. WATER WHIP. Just a giant whip of water that can go on for miles (maybe it’s salty maybe it’s like fresh water depends on our readers mood lolol). Like, It’s whip of water strong enough to cut diamond or whatever it would be very cool (Kalim would wanna see if he could do something like that with his UM Que jamil trying to stop him)

Maybe their hair turns into water too.

Pyro archon! Reader

Claymore. A Big strong war god needs a big strong weapon. Dps and Defense.

Now It’s not just one claymore, It’s DUAL-CLAYMORE, why? Cause it’s a war god that’s why!

I like to think the shield is like Xinyans and XiangLings combined and it’s constantly sending off tiny Fire Discs. Or just symbols shooting fire like what the Pyro Abyss mages can do

For Ultimate I like to think it’s like Childes Daggers but Bigger and on fire just a huge sword made of fire.

The pyro archon doesn’t think just BURNS. and STABE

Cryo archon! Reader

I can’t really come up with much for Cryo archon. But maybe a Catalyst that can summon a giant blizzard that drops down giant ice swords (kinda like Ganyus)

Definitely a sub DPS.

Maybe a healer too since The Tsaritsa is The archon of love?

What do you think about these abilities? Since you mentioned that the students and staff would assume their just strong mages I tried to be very creative with these abilities.

Also how I think the lore could go is maybe somewhere after leonas overblot and before azuls, Crowly has found a way to send Yuu home reluctantly. Yuu, grim and the aduece duo, and maybe some of heartslaybul or savana claw whoever you want come with them to the office to send them home. But Yuu is contemplating whether or not they WANT to go home now. But something goes wrong, maybe grim messes up the spell for the portal to work becuase (although he doesn’t want to admit it ) doesn’t want Yuu leaving, and their greeted with a surprise guest. Now this gives Yuu time to decide if they genuinely wanna go home and when teh archon finally has the materials they need to create a portal Yuu will tell them to leave the portal open (maybe put it into a tiny pocket mirror like the how we have the teapot) because they wanna stay for a little while or just until grim graduates (Que a happy fire cat ) and the archon whose grown attached to some people here was like ok “let our friends visit whenever they want, only if their headmaster allows it”

Now onto the headcanons

Anemo Archon! Reader and Mondstadt! Yuu

Everyone expected a lot of things not a person with Green eyes and (H/C) hair with green highlights. And an odd thing about them was the glowing stone on their person, Yuu didn’t have that?

Everyone’s freaking out because they’ve accidentaly taken another person from Yuus world.

And since Venti Is a well known famous bard In teyvat let’s say or Dear (y/N) is also a known bard and is not at all freaking out about what’s going on in fact let’s say our dear reader recognizes Yuu! And so now (Y/N) is now a new student (and a new headache for Crowley) in the ramshackle dorm! Yup! Just an ordinary human bard, Ehe~.

I’ll leave the rest of this up to you, Where Yuu has to explain what the world of teyvat is like (and why Yuu doesn’t have a phone (and a vision) because Twisted wonderland is far more advance in Technology and teyvat has JUST invented the Camera)

Also I head canon that people with Visions can summon their weapons and object with their visions, ok? Ok. To make things make more sense when reader pulls out a lyre from floating glitter.

Geo archon!reader and Liyue! Yuu

Same things happend here, but hey! We’ve summoned a Funeral Consultant! A very (ahemATTRACTIVEahem) Wise funeral consultant at best!

Our dear Friend (y/n) is very calm about the situation as well. After all everyone and liyue knows their god was killed and The Adepti are watching over them

So Our dear reader is seeing this as a free vacation 😊

Electro Archon!Reader and Inazuma!yuu

Since the god of Inazuma isn’t “Dead” or hasn’t left and the people know what their beloved archon looks like, Yuu will definitely Be Freaking the fuck out

“YOU DIDNT BRING ME HOME YOU JUST SUMMONED MY PEOPLES FUCKING GOD OH SHIT”

insert the meme of the womens face that gets zoomed in on the second panel “the. WHAT.” 😃

And y’know how Eis “Hello” voice line where she makes the traveler her guard she says the same thing to Yuu except “I recognize you are one of my people as your archon I shall be your guard and keep you safe from any danger in this Foreign world” and let’s say The puppet will not be used and Reader will be in control becuase they don’t have to worry about erosion right now so the puppet will be resting while (Y/N) is in control protecting their Precious Inazuma citizen is ok.

Well until They can get the materials they need to open a portal. I’ll let you figure out the rest, but congrats ramshackle you now have a god in your abode 😃✨

-Plot Anon 💗

PLOT ANON-SAMAAAAAAAAAA ILY!!!!!!!!! Thank you for your hard work sob

Anyways, for skills of the archons-

Dendro Archon

I think they'd use a sword or a catalyst tbh, if the skills you listed, it makes a little more sense to have them be more of a catalyst

For their elemental skill, I think they'd summon/throw something similar to Klee's and Aloy's elemental skill except they heal if someone in your party is nearby, their healing could scale by their EM or ER.

For their burst, I like your head canon for the Dendro Archon, so I might go off from that and your idea for their burst, just more tweaking. The dendro archon would be able to summon a large plant that heals AND deals Dendro damage by sapping mobs hp. The amount of life sapping it does and the healing would scale off their original HP (artifacts that give hp won't be of use)

Hydro Archon

I agree with hydro polearm or sword. Too many catalysts

Mmm... To be honest, I think you should have the burst be her skill... The whip idea is intriguing, but I think it would work more for a skill which can allow them to use it several times before waiting for the CD to go down. I think the whip skill would work better with Crit as well.

AND AS FOR THE MENTIONS OF WAVE AND A SEA CREATURE, I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER BUT FOR THEIR BURST!!!! They summon a large tsunami which takes form of a monster/animal and lunges at the mobs (similar to Zhongli tossing down a dumbbell), however the amount of damage the burst can do is depending on if they are afflicted by the wet status the mobs are afflicted by. If already afflicted with hydro, the mobs would receive double damage while those with other elements afflicted on them would receive the element combination DMG and normal DMG while those that aren't affected by an element, they would receive normal damage. The amount of damage the burst does is scaled by EM.

Pyro Archon

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CLAYMORE

Hmmm.... I think the skill would be they set an AoE with magma, mobs will receive damage from it and will continue to receive damage if they stay on it, but those who are in party, they will receive an ATK boost that scales from HP.

For the burst, I think I'll use a character from Honkai Impact with their special move which is Murata Himeko in Vermilion Knight: Eclipse battlesuit. Pyro Archon uses their claymore and another claymore but made of pyro and is far more larger and their cut scene has the Archon raise the pyro claymore above their head and slam it down to send pyro erupting from the ground (similar to the pyro axe wielding hilichurls)

Cryo Archon

I agree with catalyst

Mmmmmm.... I'd say her skill would beeeeee... Trapping several mobs or so in ice. They can either do 2-4 ice traps depending if you got their c1. (The ice traps are similar to Mirror Maidens traps BTW but it deals or affects the mobs with cryo)

For burst, I like the idea of summoning a blizzard/swords, but it's similar to Ganyu's. SO I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER!!!! Cryo Archon will summon a blizzard which freezes mobs without having to use hydro, the freeze status lasts for a total of 15 seconds or higher if you got their c3

Hmmm... I like the idea, but imma tweak it a bit. The archon was in fact summoned through that portal because Grim decided to mess it up just for Yuu to stay a little longer, and so the Archon now resides in Twisted Wonderland as well in order to aide them until they can return back to their world. That way it makes more sense and makes it more fun.

Anemo archon

Yuu would be a bit jealous about them because they got a vision.

Crowley needs to hide his money

Sam has been strictly told to not give them wine that Sam stores in his shop...

Vargus is conflicted about them because they legit float without magic

Trein recurved a major headache

Divus is praying to whatever god existing to take them back

Ehe

EHE TE NANDAYO!?

Geo Archon

Yuu feels awkward meeting the consultant of the funeral parlor having to meet the Director...

Crowley is praying for dear god for them to go away.

"STOP TAKING MY MONEY YOU GORGEOUS FIEND" - Crowley

Train + Crewel + You = Besties

Sam was literally threatened to not joke around with you with business.

You legit did not fuck around with people when in contracts.

"Osmanthus wi-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP" - everyone

Electro Archon

Yuu is literally terrified in "your" presence.

Shogun malfunctioned due to being in an entirely new world so you had to disable Shogun's rules and create new ones regarding this world.

Yuu is still unaware of Shogun being a puppet

Crowley is no longer safe.

The staff (specifically Crewel) is supporting Shogun/You to beat Crowley's ass into shape.

Only the Diasomnia dorm knows your predicament with you and your puppet(s).

You are the definition of Queen/King/Royalty of the school. If you search up NRC, your picture literally plastered on it as the definition.

[kryinthenight]

Kip Max 

Why are you getting so worked up over a beached whale? It happens all the time during this part of the year. We know what to do.

uhh that's not a whale..

Looking back at that time, it was obvious that something was off by the way its lifeless body hung against the sand. As the water washed towards the carcass, it created a slight movement to it. It made it almost feel… alive… 

We had been working on the fishing docks since I could even remember. My dad worked at the lighthouse as my grandpa hauled in huge fishing orders of sea bass off boats. This meant that I had basically grown up surrounded by the stench of rotten fish and sea salt hair making my already curly bush of locks more of a pain for my mom to deal with when I got home. Max was one of the other kids I met whose families calling resided in the depth of the ocean. This made a natural bond form between us as the years went on considering the close proximity and lack of relatability to other kids more inland. 

After years of being my dad and grandpas “little helper” and maxs savior during his misadventures in the sea, we both settled into jobs that followed in our familial footsteps. I had taken up a job in the light house, just as my father, while Max became whatever job he could get his hands on near the coast. This week's “scuba diving instructor extraordinaire”, or so he says. 

This morning started as any other. After my long night shift, I would make my morning coffee and scale the first half of the beach for any washed up trash or forgotten items. The sunrise that illuminated across the ocean coupled with the sound of the salty water washing the sand away was a sight that never escaped me over the years. This along with the first sips of my morning coffee with the grit of the sand beneath my feet became a routine that would hold me together in the worst of times. 

As I made my way down the stairs I was greeted with hurried footsteps towards the door I was nearing. I could feel the sticky sea salt breeze burst in as the door almost flew off its hinges, with an excited max standing in the frame. 

GOOODDDD MORNING K CUP, HOW'S IT HANGING

Max.. Do you even have an inside voice? 

Nope! Didnt develop, might be malformed. SPEAKINGGGG OF MALFORMED

He looked side to side frantically and almost whispered as he narrowed his eyes towards me. 

Diddya see the carcass washed up? Pretty big one. You should come check it out with me. 

Another whale??? That's the 3rd one this week?!

Yepppp i mean you know how it is during storm season. Always washing everything out, in. causes all kinds of weird things to come in. 

Alright let's go. 

I followed him out the door as he skipped along in his barely zipped up scuba suit. It was particularly nasty out the night before. The dark clouds were the first thing I noticed as we headed out. As the wind began to blow, it was clear that the hurricane from the east blowback had not finished yet. 

Max was not kidding when he said there was another whale… although…. 

As we proceeded to get closer to the body, we both noticed something was.. Off. besides the obvious damage on the outside. It was clear that something wasn't…right with it. 

Was it sick?

I don't know. But either way we need to call this in you know. Maybe get it exclaimed by the marine biologist before we toss it back out for fish food. 

Max stepped closer to examine it. 

Hey, be careful we don't know what it has-

Max instantly jumped back, almost falling into the water behind him. I thought he was giving me a hard time for being paranoid so I tried to call him out. 

Why are you getting so worked up over a beached whale? It happens all the time during this part of the year. We know what to do. Let just call it in and-

uhh that's not a whale..

I headed over towards max after he had spoken those words. I felt the seriousness as his gazed retained fixated on the back half of the body. That was when I finally saw it. 

It's… a creature

I couldn't contain the sudden panic in my voice as I saw movement come from the inside of the beast. A head poked out over the side as the limbs of the creature buried inside the opening further. It was scared of us. 

We need to get it out and back in the water. 

Max??

He shot me a serious look as he used his gloves to open the fin and the wound in the carcass to get a better look at it. 

It almost looked like a cross between an octopus and a squid. Like a new form of hybrid between the two with some very big almost animated eyes as it kept hold of our gaze. It looked like a baby. I knew Max noted the same things I had but still he had sighed and began to show a softer face. 

Hey little guy. We aren't going to hurt you, okay? I promise. You can trust me okay... I just want to get you home. 

As its eyes glazed frantically between us both it eventually reached one of its arms out to grab on to max's hand. And slowly made its way into his arms.

That's it, little guy. I'll help you back in okay. How'd you get this far in land anyways? Hitch the wrong ride or something?

Its eyes stared up at me as i watched it fall into max with comfort. 

We won't hurt you; I promise. Well just set you back in, okay?

It seemed to understand our nature and blinked in confirmation. I reached my hand out the little guy and his head caressed into my hand. 

He's.. soft. 

See I told yah it wasn't just a wha-

Waves began to crash violently against the shore as the sky darked once again. Rain poured as lightly followed. It looked as if a hurricane was forming right before us. 

Barely standing from the whipping wind, Max and I covered the creature and went to run towards the shelter so that we could protect ourselves and our new friend. Without hesitation we began to book it towards the lighthouse but before we could get our feet firmly into the sand, we felt it slipping and pulling us in closer to the sea. This caused us to remain planted in the ground towards the ocean. 

We screamed out for help as we felt as if this was the end of us. That was until we saw something from a dome outside of the water. 

It looked as if a large gray matter formed outside of the water and began rising towards the surface. As it quickly rose, a face began to form outside of the water. A creature of unfathomable size rose from the water as its limbs dangled below it. Its large yellow eyes glared at us as its full body was still submerged in the water. It looked similar to the creature we had in our arms but as its size was so expanded, it touched the water and sky. It pulled us in closer as it stared directly at us. 

Max and I both looked down quickly and saw an almost smile across the face of the creature we held. We quickly realized the situation. 

This was its mother. 

We both walked closer to the tide and submerged ourselves in the water as we let the creature go towards its home as the other watched. 

Go on home little fella. 

When we had released the creature, for a moment nothing had moved. Time felt like it had stopped amongst us as we watched with our breaths held, hoping this was the answer to our freedom. 

When we couldn't see the swimming of the smaller one anymore, the eyes of the godlike apparatus stared deeply within us as the winds picked up once more and it submerged itself in the water once more. 

We were safe. 

As we made our way back to shore we both collapsed in exhaustion and disbelief. Unspeaking and unknowing of what just happened. 

After a while Max finally broke the smile with a laugh. 

So…. scuba lessons are officially canceled for today… and probably forever. 

Yeah, I'm going home to turn in. 

We both shook our heads and laughed. 

This would be a day, neither of us could forget. 

TODAY'S WRITING PROMPT:

"Why are you getting so worked up over a beached whale? It happens all the time during this part of the year. We know what to do."

"Uh... it's not a whale."

24.01.15

[mayiayi]

RivaEre/Ereri Fic Masterpost

Hello! I loooooove reading fics, it's my favorite past time so I decided to put together all of my fav ereri/rivaere fics! It's mostly Rivaere (Top Levi and Bottom Eren) but I like Ereri too! Since I split this to two parts, Im not exactly sure how many of each will be in here. If anyone has some awesome fics that they've read, please rec some to me too! Starred fics are my absolute favs btw. I hope you riren babies enjoy these fics as much as I did <3

Completed:

Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly (planet_B612) : Going along with the flow, it's only natural that they live in a house by the sea and decide what to do when there are no more titans trying to eat them.

A fic in which Eren and Levi try to figure out this living together thing, and Levi realizes Eren's puppy dog eyes do not lose their effectiveness even when he's no longer a teenager.

* Wings of Freedom (Sugarplumsenpai) : All I can Say about this series is to please read it. Beautifully written and well loved by the fandom.

Blackbird (inkshaming) : The war is over and after the fall of the titans, humanity has begun to take its first steps beyond the walls...

...leaving Humanity's Strongest behind them to recover from medical complications that result in an amputation that leaves him feeling trapped, broken, and alone.

And he might have stayed that way too, if it hadn’t been for a certain green-eyed soldier who was too stubborn for his own good.

* Words Cannot Describe (folaigh) : People had always said that Eren wasn’t right in the head. As a kid, it didn’t bother him. But hearing those words now stung in a way he could never have imagined.

A canon-verse, sort of slice-of-life future fic in which Levi gets a well-deserved break, Eren deals with some haters, and they both prove that while communication is sometimes difficult, understanding can occur with just a little patience, effort, and care.

Meeting People is Easy (foreverautumn) : He’s been sitting in his car for the past fifteen minutes, trying to muster up the courage to walk inside the restaurant. "He’ll be sitting by the window. Try to have a good time, won’t you, Eren?"

Eren groans, slumping forward until his head rests against the wheel.

30 (A26) : Levi is a cursed albino merman with a bad temper and a ticking time limit to his thirty year lifespan which is drawing dangerously close to its end. The remedy for his curse? True Love.

No one thus far has captured the salty creature's heart, that is until he lays eyes on a certain brown haired young man who is tasked with the impossible... Cleaning his tank.

Don't Let Me Down (SailorHeichou) : Levi is a twenty-three-year-old runaway raising his six-year-old cousin, Mikasa, after escaping from their abusive alcoholic Uncle several years before. Now a young man, Levi works two jobs just to support Mikasa and himself. With a string of failed relationships behind him, Levi pours himself into working to make sure Mikasa can live comfortably. With a six-year-old child to support, Levi firmly believes he is better off alone but his friends all think otherwise.

Enter Eren Jaeger. It's love at first sight but Levi stubbornly refuses to act on his feelings. Can Hanji and their friends, including one very attractive Eren Jaeger, convince Levi that it's okay for him to try to be happy despite his broken past?

Another Time, Another Place (appleapple) : The one where they have to pretend to be married.

No Such Thing as Fate (mysecretfanmoments) : “You forgot,” he said, with a tone of sudden clarity. “Ah. So that’s why you called me captain.”

Reincarnation AU in which Eren and Levi never established a relationship in that other life. (background pairings: Erwin x Marie, Armin with past feelings for Annie)

The Red Long Johns, Or " Be Sure to Dress in Layers" ( shulkie) : It’s the week of the yearly Trust Initiative Teen Action Network (T.I.T.A.N.) retreat but this year Levi is left out in the cold when Hanji breaks her leg. To make things worse, Principal Smith gets a replacement chaperone—the new, very green English teacher Eren Jaeger. Levi and Eren butt heads over every little thing from professional to personal. Despite all of this, Levi finds himself distracted by the red long johns the fashion-challenged Eren wears under all of his winter gear and just how to get into them…

Time Deprives All But Memories (appleapple) : Living in a future in which survival is their only victory Levi wonders if there can be anything left to lose.

Offered a chance to make things right, he discovers that everything has a price...

10 Years (appleapple) (I really like appleapple's stories!) : Ten years after first joining the Survey Corp Eren returns to Shinganshina. The world has changed. Humanity has defeated the Titans and begun colonizing the outside world. Eren and his friends have gone their separate ways, but at a reunion dinner they find their fates entwined once again...

Double Tap That (Chofanus) : Levi lives the glamorous life of a social media star. People can't get enough of his seductive and cold instagram persona. Things gets hectic when his past catches up to him and he has to face the consequences of hiding his son from the world and his baby daddy. (Bottom Levi)

* The First Words (alphaofallcats) : The first words your soulmate says to you, upon initially meeting, are inked on your wrist. It's a cool thing for the world, except Levi is deaf. Minor complications ensue.

* It's Always the Quiet One (BurningBroadripple) : In a world where you can read your soulmates thoughts on your body, it should be easy to find them. Unfortunately for Eren, his soulmate seems to keep their thoughts to themself. Cannon-ish, but only up to the end of the first season. Takes place three years after. Eren-centric in the beginning, with Levi POV chapters later on. The slowest of slow burns - this one is all about getting them together.

Fumbling to Make Contact (BurningBroadripple) : Levi struggles with showing affection in their new relationship - thankfully his soulmark makes it a bit easier. ( continuation of It's Always the Quiet One).

You Set My Heart on Fire (driedupwishes) : “Your mother’s going to think I’m a fucking idiot,” Eren mutters. It’s soft, half muffled into the scarf Levi still has wrapped around his neck as Eren drops his head to rest there. The ghost of Eren’s breath against his skin sends a wave of goosebumps across his skin, even though the inside of the rink is blissfully warm compared to the drifting snow outside. Levi rolls his eyes and pushes back from the wall of the rink, wedging himself in between Eren and the ice so that when he leans up on tiptoe they’re almost nose to nose.

“My mother’s not going to think you’re a fucking idiot just because can’t tell the difference between a toe loop and flip. She doesn’t have a goddamn quiz ready for you, okay? You could mix up ice dancing with pair skating and she wouldn’t give a fuck.”

In Living Memory (Ketita) : The war is over, and Levi and Eren are on their way to the sea at last. If only Levi could remember how they got there. ( Heavy angst :( )

And Famine (sciencefictioness) : “No one eats until this place is clean. Not just this morning, but every morning. Get it done, and we’ll go from there.”

Everyone’s eyes snap over to him. Auruo grins, obviously having expected this, a devious kind of enjoyment on his face. Petra’s smirk is softer, but she’s amused too, and she gestures over towards Levi at the collective groans of the recruits.

“Captain Levi will be overseeing your training personally, so I suggest you get to it.”

There are a flurry of salutes, a handful of half-hearted acknowledgments, yes Captain, as the recruits all slowly move to obey.

All except one, who’s crouched next to a bunk with his hand in his pack, frozen in place. He’s staring up at Levi, eyes wide and vivid bright, irises so green it’s almost eerie. His hair is wild, tangled from the ride in and falling in messy russet waves across his cheekbones. He cocks his head to the side, and his nostrils flare as he breathes in deep, brows furrowing in confusion.

Something inside of Levi throbs, and it’s painful, and suffocating.

As though he’s full of smoke, and there is nowhere for it to go.

* Rewind (Tammyiia): Eren is just your average medical student, on his way to work in the early morning when he gets hit by a car. His memories of the past had always haunted him, but never to this extent. Eren finds himself in the past.

* A Series of Sweet Events (SimplyTsundere) : Fresh out of prison and ready for his second chance at life, Eren Jaeger proceeds to finally do the one thing he's wanted to do since he got out two weeks ago: go to the park. The spring winds were brisk, the sunlight was bright and warm, but his dog, Yvaine, did not want to agree with the good weather. After yanking the leash from his friend's hands, Eren's dog takes off and plows right through a picnic of a group of strangers. Eren could only sit and watch in horror while his dog destroyed the get together. As part of his parole was wearing an electronic monitoring anklet and the radius he was given would not allow him to cross the road. Luckily his friend and sister were in tow and collected his dog but that didn't stop of the men from the picnic from walking over to him with a deeply furrowed brow....and was that almost a smile?

After the sudden, disastrous meeting Eren is captivated by this man and offers to make it up to him. How? Well he doesn't know exactly since the man refuses. Eren, however, is not giving up. Whatever it takes, he wants to take this man out. Somehow he's managed to enrapture him with a simple conversation and Eren knows that it isn't one-sided.

Never End (twisting_vine_x) : Basically, the one in which Levi and Eren have been best friends for years, and Levi is so absolutely gone over him.

I Want You More Than an Oscar (plasticmarshmallows) : “You’re so whipped.” Hanji said with a sigh, turning to follow Isabel.

Levi grabbed his backpack, dragging it behind him as he walked up the stairs. “I know.”

Stay, Always (folaigh) : The war against the Titans is over. Levi, retired from the Survey Corps, now works at the orphanage Historia established. Squad Leader Eren Yeager is a frequent visitor between expeditions. When Levi learns that many people assume he and Eren have been a couple for years, he is taken aback– is he really that obvious? Meanwhile, Eren has something on his mind too, but he won’t say what.

I Will Never, Love Another, Like You (ZWorld) : “So, did you ask him?” Ymir asked, fork in the air and pointing straight at him.

“Ask who what?” Eren questioned, feigning naivety.

“Oh, my, god. Dad, come on!” Ymir whined, dropping her fork loudly against the wood. “Are you kidding me!?”

Eren swallowed, his eyes widening at her sudden outburst. “Ymir, I told you-”

“Grow a pair, Dad!” she shouted. Eren gasped, beyond shocked at his daughter’s forwardness.

“Ymir-”

“No seriously, please. For the love of God! I’m so sick of watching you act like a love sick puppy. Please spare me and Nan. Please! Ask him out already! Come on!”

I'll Be Back by Sunset (Arlene0401) : "It was pathetic really, being hooked up on a person who had left, seeking comfort in the company of others who were equally wounded. It should be even more pathetic to waste time on the porch every evening around sunset. Every evening, without fail, he would mumble something about catching some fresh air and his housemates would let it pass. After a while, he could almost make himself believe he only seeked a little solitude and a glimpse of the dying sun. Almost. Because no matter how hard he tried to suppress the memory of Eren’s last words to him, they popped up in his mind, unwanted, unasked. “I’ll be back by sunset.” (Angst)

Torschlusspanik (pandotowrites) : (n.) lit. "gate-closing panic"; the fear that time is running out to act, often regarding a life goal or opportunity.

Nobody ages backwards, not even Captain Levi. The clock never stops ticking, and it's awaking sleeping fears.

(Top Levi)

[tothemeadow]

woooo such a cute new event format!! I saw you said in-advance requests are okay, so I'll place an order for a hotdog with ketchup and hot sauce and a side of onion rings, to share with Tanjiro! thank you! 💓💓

Why, thank you so much! I'm glad you like it ♪(´▽｀)

Summer Feelings Event

'*insert dolphin noises*' / Kamado T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, dubcon, thigh fucking, it's mermay and I couldn't help myself, mythical creature fucking

words: 962

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It’s a no brainer why people like the beach so much – the beautiful weather, the salty breeze, being able to relax in the water… Oh yeah, don’t forget about the mermaids.

Yes, yes, even though you’re looking directly at one, you still can’t believe your eyes. Mermaids were only a creature of myth, of children’s stories! So why is there one staring at you right now? You have to pinch yourself because surely this isn’t happening, right? But no, it’s all real, and there is a legitimate mermaid staring deep into your soul.

You can’t really find it in you to complain, though. True to the myth, the top half of the creature is entirely human; hell, an attractive one to boot. Red eyes gaze up at you through a curtain of thick lashes, full, pretty lips gape open in surprise, and a wet mess of burgundy tangles lay flat against the creature’s bath. What really sticks out to you, though, is the large marking on the mermaid’s forehead and the set of shell earrings dangling from his lobes. His bottom half is entirely different, however; from what you can make out through the water, it appears that his lean, muscly body transforms into that of a dolphin.

But seriously – how is nobody seeing this? You have to blame yourself for swimming out past a cluster of rocks, merely wanting a moment away from the other people habiting the beach. Heh, guess you were wrong. Only thing left to do is to leave the guy-creature-thing alone, right?

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you send the mermaid a tight-lipped smile. “Well, uh, it was nice meeting you… mermaid man?” You force out an awkward laugh. Does he even understand what you’re saying?

He blinks at you and cocks his head.

Glancing around, you look for your route of escape. It’s only then that you realize the creature essentially has you trapped within the cluster of rocks and is blocking the only exit. Heaving a sigh, you rub the back of your neck. “Listen, buddy, I really have to get going. Do you think you could…?” Trailing off, you broadly sweep your hand at him. It was meant to be taken as a move, please – away, of course. However, much to your surprise, he creeps closer, tail swishing gently as he reaches to where you stand.

Pressing a hand to his chest, the mermaid opens his mouth and says slowly, “Tanjiro.”

The air is practically knocked right out of your chest. Wait, wait, this guy can speak? Warmth floods your body, both in embarrassment and surprise. How long has he been holding out on that?

“Please, mister,” you gently urge, “could you just move-“

A surprised squeak breaks through your lips as a hand suddenly clasps onto your wrist, yanking you forward until you’re crashing into his chest. Despite the dampness of his golden skin, he’s warm, incredibly so, and you wonder how that could even be possible. You frantically look up at him, eyes wide as you try to properly assess the situation. Okay, so a mermaid is holding you – no big deal, right?

You nearly jump out of your skin as his other hand caresses your face, gentle eyes flickering back and forth between yours. Yeah, you thought he was pretty before, but being this close to him is really starting to take a toll on your psyche (amongst other things).

“You… legs,” he speaks, visibly struggling with the words.

You swallow heavily. “Um, yeah. I have legs, and you… You have a tail.” Sending him a small smile, you hope he’ll finally let you go.

Sike.

“Whoa!” you exclaim as his hands drop below the surface of the water, grabbing onto the meat of your thighs. “Okay, buddy, now you’re getting a bit too handsy!” Your words immediately die in your throat when something smooth and rubbery brushes against your thighs. Glancing downwards, you’re met with the sight of… dolphin dick?

What the hell?

Your gaze shoots back up to the creature’s – Tanjiro’s? – face. A brilliant blush colors his features, lips parted in a look of pure ecstasy. You’re left completely stunned as he whimpers, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gently bucks against you.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit-

“Pretty and feels good,” Tanjiro babbles, head leaning in so he can rest his forehead against yours. The familiar feeling of arousal stirs around your insides at the utterly sinful look in his eyes. Your heart skips a beat as Tanjiro sharply gasps as his cock slips between your thighs and brushes against your clothed pussy. And shit, does that little noise make you throb like never before.

Shyly, you clench your thighs together, squeezing Tanjiro’s cock between them. A wave of embarrassment and arousal washes over your body as he unabashedly moans, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. You hold still while he ruts into you, those heavenly noises of his only spurring you on further. The friction against your pussy is delicious, but fuck you wish he’d just stick that weird dick of his inside you already. The bottoms of your swimsuit stick to your throbbing cunny, most likely giving you a lewd camel toe.

“Tanjiro-“

An animalistic groan rips itself from his chest at the mention of his name; something warm splashes against the insides of your thighs as Tanjiro trembles, his grip on your thighs tightening ever so slightly. His forehead is still pressed against yours while he pants heavily. “So good,” he husks, tone raspier than before.

Swallowing down your embarrassment, you spread your legs open and grab one of his hands, directing it from your thigh to your pussy. “Take some more,” you gently urge. “Take all that you want.”

[whatudottu]

Ough I’m thinking about the Andromeda 5 again and about how they feel about physical affection (specifically one on one going down a table of person a hugging person b, everyone getting a turn) and I thought about it being a short post until I mega tag rambled my last A5 post-

P’andor is very much a fucking ‘do not touch me’ kind of person all times of the day and almost all days of the week, with the only exception to that rule being Bivalvan who is the only person in his life that he cares about enough to consider being physically affectionate with that he won’t end up hurting or even killing with his radioactive vibes. It’s a very fucking big point of contention that you do not talk about P’andor’s suit, mentioning it in passing or even suggest the whole ‘necessary evil’ of it, and like the other four don’t have to be threatened with death to know that it’s just a thing they’ve collectively agreed upon.

So like, even if the whole ‘don’t touch me’ rule is waived for brief little moments of affection, P’andor doesn’t cuddle unless he’s out and about sipping in lingering radiation of places with no honour. The absolute starvation this man experiences is not just in his hunger but even the simple concept of holding and being held by someone he remotely cares about has been robbed from him as he robs from others, and the fact that a well fed P’andor could easily tower over Bivalvan - his head alone reaching the size of half of his fucking body - just submitting to being an entire bowl-sized little spoon just; this man needs therapy but noodle cuddling his husband is close enough.

Someone who follows the ‘do not touch me’ rule has very opposite reasons for doing so, and that certain someone is Ra’ad ‘cursed with visions’ himself. The entire problem with his new Mutants and Magic brand deal is that this man is already naturally overstimulated because he got no clue that reading minds isn’t actually normal for amperi, he doesn’t need to have sensory overload viewing an entire person’s memory either when he touches someone with a by-the-books nervous system for the duration of a hug.

So when Galapagus came along with his magic immunity and ‘does not contain a nervous system you can directly touch’ shell, the immense fucking relief he felt when all the thoughts and memories just stopped plaguing him, this undiagnosed autism creature had just the one moment he has ever had in his entire life of pure fucking relaxation and nearly collapsed on the spot in Galapagus’ hold. And just for the moments he spends laying across the shell of Galapagus, you can very visibly see that the only ‘bones’ in his body is his mantle and his hidden beak, even if the details are muted under layers of muscle.

But the funny thing is, with the magical power of psychic mana and memory reading mutations, technically Ra’ad can know exactly why P’andor is so strongly against physical contact and equally live through Bivalvan’s memories of this hidden facet of his husband.

Something something, Ra’ad cannot read P’andor’s emotions because he isn’t based in electrical neurological functions nor read memories because that requires direct physical touch on someone who HAS a nervous system to begin with, yada yada psychic magic just affects those that have a life force (mana) that aren’t built to resist it (becoming even more mana) or adept at absorbing it (becoming anti mana). This means that if Ra’ad just so happens to be in the room where someone just quickly hugs (or maracas in Andreas’ case) P’andor, he can see exactly how much P’andor wants to reciprocate but simply cannot.

P’andor does in fact notice Ra’ad’s piercing looks.

And in addition, I believe that it’s only far for the water lads to sleep together, as it probably saves on having two rooms dedicated to essentially a deep salty bath. Bivalvan often finds himself waking up quite literally tangled up in limbs as, despite falling asleep separately, as Ra’ad has ‘instinctively’ cuddled up around him. The twist? This fucker wanted to learn what he and P’andor got up to and found a nearly different person all together.

It’s become a bit of a nightly tradition, to dream Bivalvan’s memories of an affection starved P’andor, who clings so desperately yet softly to the eye of the beholder. To see and hear what P’andor cannot say in any other state, to have words spill directly from him confessing the deep seated desire to just- be himself as him and not the [banned discussion topic] that he has to be, and to be that with not only Bivalvan who’s memories Ra’ad watches, but for his husbands who he just so utterly loves and even his daughter who he wishes he can just- ruffle her hair and maybe just pass that fucking entry level barrier of fussing up someone’s do and getting them to whine with an affectionate ‘daaaad’.

It’s almost enough to forget that he’s kind of been blatantly avoiding being alone with Andreas ever since he noticed that there were no more thoughts in his head that used to be so loud and ANDREAS!

Ra’ad had been originally paranoid about Galapagus, who he could not read and trust because he was unaware of the magical methods he used, but it soon became familiar because he had always known Galapagus to somehow just hide from his perception. When Andreas suddenly didn’t have a thought of his own, he was utterly terrified, because how can this dumb brick of a man suddenly hide so well that even the direct thought-to-mouth ‘Andreas does as he thinks’ process was unseen to him just suddenly disappear!?

On first impression, he assumed that Andreas was dead oh how almost right he ended up being-

But Andreas is one of the most physically affectionate member of the Andromeda 5 (P’andor tries to compete for how affectionate he can get with Bivalvan but Andreas does it far more often with far more people- even outside the Andromeda family), and even though he only took one moment to hug or touch those under the ‘don’t touch me’ rule plus moist squid skin and never went any further, Ra’ad didn’t particularly get any flashes of memories.

Andreas’ techno-organic circuitry may act similarly enough for Ra’ad and other amperi to read his emotions, but functionally it is not a nervous system that is defined BY the psychometry mutation that Ra’ad specifically has (ask Cooper and he’ll probably get access to Andreas’ memories, that little technopath). Even though the sudden barrier - and he would later discover it was a barrier in addition to all the dread that would find its way in at the fact - worried and concerned the living hell out of him, it was the silencing embrace of Galapagus that let him wonder closer to Andreas and maybe even lean into his next hold.

Then one day, the physically affectionate ‘i love my husbands’ Andreas is just, not doing that. Instead of having to brace for nor even just waiting expectantly for a surprise run-in with Andreas, the already mounting concern he had for him developed into full blown panic as the amperi/Tesslos-based assumptions about death or fucking murder rushed into his mind, sending him into a fervour - however brief - into scouring for Andreas. Didn’t have to look far to find Andreas hadn’t even left his room, but is very much not in the mood to leave it.

Good thing Ra’ad can still read his emotions, because it wasn’t anger, fear or even pain that kept him in his room, but immensely deep grief, mourning and a feeling of saddened reminiscence. And not knowing anything more, nor even having the potential to just pry further with only a circuit to read, Ra’ad approaches with a ‘what’s wrong’ and an invite to hold.

Turns out, Andreas is feeling terribly homesick, at least an entire galaxy away from his entire colony, of siblings, mum and grandparents, of aunties and uncles and of cousins to the millionth degree, all gone without even a goodbye and a little message saying ‘hey, I’m alright, I’m safe on the planet Earth an entire galaxy away’. Aside from never even wanting to think of a crowd the size of what Andreas describes as his family, Ra’ad too shares that he has siblings that he hasn’t heard from in so long, though even far before Aggregor happened and under the assumption that they might already have passed someway or another. The idea of little younglings walking around (even if amperi spawnlings do not even have the power to resist currents let alone walk on one foot-equivalent), the thought of little siblings and cousins and nieces and nephews he might not ever see grow up, he perhaps the first time hesitantly drags Ra’ad into a hug, but this time with full knowledge that he could hold on for as long as Ra’ad lets him.

And Ra’ad does so, for so long, that neither of them could keep track of time. It only really stopped with the tremor causing purrs kinda became loud enough for like folk to later come home and see the two of them just gathered in a corner of the room.

So that’s what I have to share with you- I have some thoughts about Galapagus and Bivalvan specifically, but then I realised that I haven’t had that much in the way of ‘here’s their planet and here’s how it affects them’ yet and even then Andreas just recently got this ‘Andreas misses family, Ra’ad’ moment from the tag rambles agdkadfkl-!

[jincherie]

sunshine riptide | ot7

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Moving to this island whose inhabitants are mostly hybrids was a bit of an impulse decision, something you did with empty pockets barely a cent to your name. Thanks to the kindness of the island’s ��mayor’ you have a place to stay, the last spare room in a sharehouse with seven hybrids, and for three months he will pay your rent in exchange for you to work in his shop until you are back on your feet. It’s a sweet deal, but when you begin to get along better than expected with your housemates and the deadline for your departure looms ever closer, you’re not sure you’re going to be able to make yourself leave when the time comes. 

— posted; 06.09.2020 | masterlist

“So in exchange for three months paid stay on the island while you get back on your feet, you will work part-time at the Rabbits Den three days a week, and man the desk in the Resident Services Building on Sundays. Is that okay to you?”

You nod eagerly, the ordeal seeming too good to be true and something you’re afraid will be retracted if you don’t act with haste. Mr Bang returns your motion with a little less fervour, the same kind look never leaving his face.

“Perfect, it’s settled then! We’re glad to have you with us, y/n.”

Something lifts from your chest in that moment, as though you’d been walking beneath the cover of a lead blanket and it has finally slipped from your shoulders. You feel a little breathless, and you know the grin that slips onto your face is stupidly wide. Embarrassingly, you feel salty pricks at the corner of your eyes.

“Thank you so much,” you say, and you mean it. It hadn’t exactly been a well thought out plan, moving here with nothing to your name but your most basic possessions, but you’d just needed to escape and start anew and this… this had been the first opportunity you’d seen. The best opportunity you’d seen. “Really, thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome, young lady.” Mr Bang’s expression grows even softer, if possible. “This is a place people come to find refuge, and happiness. You’re welcome here.”

You clear your throat, turning your head to the side and pretending that you need to cough so he doesn’t see the tear that slips out. You have a feeling he knows, though, as you turn back and find him smiling at you, floppy rabbit ears framing his round face. He reaches out, patting you on the shoulder.

“Now, lets find you a room for the night. I’ll send word to the house I have in mind and make sure they have it nice and tidy before your arrival tomorrow. Sound good?”

It hits you only now how tired you are, more emotionally exhausted than anything, and nod while allowing him to lead you down the hall. That does sound good, actually. That sounds amazing.

O – O – O

You’d arrived on this island in the early hours of the morning yesterday, the late-night ferry the only one that runs to this island on the outskirts of the archipelago. It’s likely due to the fact that the captain is a nocturnal hybrid, and hence prefers to run his business under the cover of night. You hadn’t been able to sleep on the trip over, so when Mr Bang had shown you to the room he was happy to lend you for the night, despite it being barely ten o’clock in the morning you’d passed out the second your head hit the pillow. It was more of a nap than anything, but you suspect that the events of the past few months all caught up to you at once because you woke only for dinner and then fell asleep once more. Mr Bang offered no judgement, and simply left a note instructing you where the bathroom is and where you could find towels so that you could freshen up once you awoke. He also left you a coffee bun in a container, since you’d missed the afternoon tea he held the day before.

You hadn’t even been on this island a day and already the kindness of one of the residents was almost bringing you to tears.

Due to the fact that you’d slept far too early, you end up waking up at an ungodly hour the next day, the day you are meant to be moving in to the sharehouse that Mr Bang told you about. Laying in the bed, nestled in the warmth of the covers and watching as the suns rays slowly begin to stain the ceiling and the curtains in rich marigold, you do your best to get yourself together. You can breathe easy now, any anxiety you’d felt previous now nothing more than an echo in your chest. You feel refreshed, and not just from the ridiculous amount of sleep you’ve had in the past twenty-four hours. There are of course some nerves pertaining to meeting your new housemates, but it’s manageable. You have faith that everything will turn out well. It’s a good feeling.

Mr Bang is kind enough to offer you breakfast, and likely would have pushed you to stay for lunch had you not shown up down the stairs with your baggage already in tow. So begrudgingly, he allows you to head on your way, informing you that your new housemates knew of your arrival and had endeavoured to tidy up as much as possible. You thought it was a little funny he was telling you that—just how messy is the house usually?—but he simply shook his head with a smile that told you the answer would come soon enough.

The island isn’t big, but it most definitely isn’t small. The sun is warm and the air cool with a tinge of salt and sea trailing along the breeze, and the path you walk along that skirts the beach is peppered with sand and the odd shell. It makes you happier than anticipated, because just being out here makes you feel so free. Mr Bang told you that the house where you will be staying is on the other side of the island, past the little cluster of shops and small businesses and perched at the edge of the sand, backing onto a river that flows into the ocean and skirted on one side by a small cliff.

“It’s their own little alcove,” Mr Bang had snorted, a mixture of fondness and amusement evident on his features. “They get up to more trouble than I can keep track of over there, but they’re good boys.”

Ah, that’s right. You’d almost forgotten; your new housemates are a bunch of boys. You hope that Mr Bang is right about their character and you won’t be living in discomfort for the next three months.

The path wound and curved a bit, following the edge of the island, and before long you were walking through a section of light forestry. You suspected the house would be on the other side, and were in the midst of thinking just what it would look like when a small squeak! catches your attention and you halt, almost dropping your bag.

It’s silent, save for the way the breeze caresses the leaves around you. You peer around, eyes unable to spot anything in the foliage. Did you imagine it? It’s a little early in your stay to be going crazy. Hesitantly, you adjust your grip on your bag and resume your trek.

Squeak! S-squeeeak!

No, you definitely heard that. You freeze, having gotten a better sense of where the sound is coming from now and turning towards a large tree smothered in vines of varying thickness and clinginess. For a moment, you don’t see anything, eyes squinting hard—it’s like one of those I spy books you used to rave about as a kid— and just when you think you might be looking in the wrong place, you catch movement.

There, in a cluster of the vines dangling from one of the tree’s thicker limbs, is a tiny creature, all tangled up and squeaking in distress.

“Oh my goodness,” you drop your bag, immediately moving closer.  “Poor thing—hold on just a second, bub. I’ll get you out. Promise not to bite me?”

The creature offers a squeak and logically you know it isn’t answering your request, but you pretend it is anyway. Carefully stepping over plants and twigs, thanking past you for wearing more practical boots, you reach where the creature is stuck, dangling just below eye level.

The vines it has managed to get all tangled up in aren’t particularly thick, but there are a lot of them, and it has managed to get a few of its limbs stuck in place. Carefully, you snap a few of the more central ones and ease the tiny thing out, getting a better view of it the more you pull from its body. It’s squeaking all the while, though with much less distress and more of an energy that simply feels chatty. It makes you smile.

“There you go,” you murmur, cradling the tiny baby in your palms and cooing, trying to calm the heartbeat and hurried breaths you can feel racing against your skin. You stroke along its back as lightly as you can manage. “Oh, you’re a little sugar glider! You’re so pretty, such a cutie. Look at your markings, wow… so pretty.”

Almost as though it can understand your praise and is basking in it, it flicks its bushy tail and rolls in your palm, like a cat rubbing against something with its cheek except this little glider is doing it with its whole body. It’s awfully friendly, you note. Perhaps much of the wildlife here is more peacefully accustomed to human and hybrid activity.

“Okay, you’re free now. I’ll stop ogling at you and let you go,” you say, holding your hands up to a part of the tree that isn’t covered in vines lest there be a repeat of the earlier situation. The sugar glider merely blinks, eyes still on you, and doesn’t move. Brows drawn in confusion, you move your hands closer to the tree, “Well, aren’t you going to—oh!”

Faster than you can react, the little thing darts from your hands, leaping to your bicep and scurrying up with tiny claws in your shirt to your shoulder. Once at its apparent destination, it rushes to the crook of your neck and makes itself at home, nestling against you and securing itself with its tail partway around the back of your neck and its little paws clutching your shirt edge. You giggle, still in shock and trying not to jostle it off as you fight the ticklish sensation.

“Okay. I guess you can come with me. I’m not sure if you can stay the whole while, but I’m sure it will be okay while I walk.”

So off you go, bending and retrieving your bag carefully so you don’t dislodge your tiny new companion. You’ve seen a bit of sugar gliders, but the way this one is acting is quite peculiar. If it sticks around until you arrive at the house, you’d love to snap a quick picture because it really is so pretty, so cute.

The trip is faster than anticipated, now there is something else to occupy your thoughts. Before you know it you’re out of the forestry and approaching a large, modern three storey building that is probably just a few yards short of a mansion, nestled between the ocean, the river, and a short cliff-face just barely higher than the roof. This is the place for sure.

The little glider seems to perk up, the closer you get, something that surprises you since it was so quiet you thought it was asleep. With a soft noise, it grabs onto your hair with tiny paws and scurries to the top of your head, likely making a mess of it in the process but it’s so cute you can’t bring yourself to mind. At least it will be an interesting first impression.

As you approach the front door, you think you see movement in one of the windows on the ground floor. You almost dismiss it as you reach the eve, until you catch the hurried patter of feet against hardwood from beyond the door.

You barely manage to blink before the door is flying open, a man with raven curls and two fluffy russet ears peeking between the locks presenting you with the biggest grin you have ever seen on anyone’s face. It’s boyish and cute, a direct contrast to the mature, sculpted features of his face.

“Hello!” he says, and you catch sight of a long, fluffy russet tail whipping behind him and betraying his excitement—not that he was doing much to hide it. “You must be the new roomie! It’s nice to meet you! We’ve been waiting all morning, and one of us actually went to pick you up but… I’m not sure where he is.”

You’re a little overwhelmed but easily recover when he simply keeps looking at you so happily, returning the man’s bright smile. There’s rustling in your hair at the back of your head but you ignore it, adjusting your grasp on your bag. “Ah, thank you. I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you…?”

The man pulls back, a sheepish look on his face that accompanies a light flush in his cheeks. “Oh, right. I’m Taehyung. Sorry. My hyungs tell me I tend to get a bit ahead of myself sometimes.”

You keep the smile on your face. “That’s okay, we got there in the end. It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung.”

Taehyung brightens, tail curling happily behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted from a voice to the side.

“Are you going to make our poor new housemate wait outside all day, Tae?”

The light blush colouring Taehyung’s cheeks deepens, a sheepish laugh escaping. “No. I was just about to invite her in!”

He steps back and reveals the person behind him who had spoken, a tall man with dimples and silvery hair that did little to conceal the large, rounded grey ears atop his head. He seems a little awkward in his stance, like he has more body than he knows what to do with, but still extends an arm in greeting with a kind smile. “y/n, is it? Welcome, please come in. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here with us, however brief. We’re happy to have you.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry! If you cry now you can never show your face here again. You clear your throat, returning his smile as you step inside and out of the sun, the difference in temperature against your skin immediate. “Thank you, I really appreciate your generosity in letting me stay here.”

“Nonsense,” Taehyung snorts, “Namjoon-hyung has been saying for months we should find someone to fill the spare room, and now you show up on our doorstep! It’s perfect.”

The taller, who Taehyung had referenced as Namjoon, seems a little bashful, his cheeks heating. Does everyone in this house blush so easily? You hope it’s not contagious.

There is movement in your hair again, the glider apparently needing to breathe, and you have your mouth open ready to explain when Namjoon beats you to it.

“Oh, I see you’ve met Jimin already!”

What?

The glider leaps from your head and onto Taehyung’s outstretched arm, climbing to his head before leaping from that too and gliding through the air, all the way around the corner. There is a small clutter, the sound of a light swearword entering the air, and then the ever-familiar patter of feet against hardwood. Another boy rounds the corner, ashy-blond hair tousled and parted by two small grey ears, bushy tail curling behind him.

He skids to a stop in front of you, dipping in a brief bow before rising and shooting you a bright smile. “Hello! Thank you for helping me! I’m Jimin, welcome home!”

It takes all of your willpower to keep the happy tears at bay as you tilt your head back and laugh, already feeling lighter than you ever remember feeling before.

O – O – O

Your next introductions to the hybrids you will be sharing your home with for the next three months go much smoother and without as many surprises as the last ones. Jimin, who seems to have warmed up to you quickly, was more than happy to take you on a tour of the house and to go through introductions while he was at it. He happily told you who was what hybrid as well, without you asking. You figured that he realised your underperforming human nose wouldn’t be able to tell, so he took the initiative and you’re thankful for it, because you were curious.

The oldest resident of the house is Seokjin, a red-panda hybrid who goes on a spree of stress-baking every time exam season rolls around. Most of the hybrids study online, as you learnt from Jimin’s excited chattering. The second you met Jin, as he preferred to be called, you were stunned at how handsome he was. Of course, any awe that rooted you to the spot quickly dissipated as he said a joke so painfully funny it left you with whiplash between the urge to roll your eyes and guffaw. You like him, though. He’s nice.

You quickly discover that all the inhabitants of this house are, though. Yoongi is the second oldest and a squirrel glider hybrid—something Jimin said he found funny since he was closest to Jimin, a sugar glider, and Hoseok, the third oldest and a sunny squirrel hybrid. He giggled as he told you, and you couldn’t hide your own smile even as Yoongi’s ear had flicked and he’d shot the two of you a suspicious look. The little fun fact Jimin had told you about Yoongi had taken you by surprise; he remotely operates the island’s radio, many of the tunes ones he has created himself. Often, if there is a festival, he will volunteer his time to work the music jobs there, too. Apparently Namjoon also pitches in, and Hoseok when he has free time outside of the classes he teaches on the other side of the island.

Hoseok is a dancer, Jimin had gushed, and while he teaches at the school part time, he also volunteers time outside of that to hold dance classes for the kids. Jimin told you that he joins occasionally, but less often lately since his workload for university has increased. He did tell you, though, that the youngest of the house had all but taken his place, his youthful heart at home mucking around with kids and helping them learn.

Jungkook is his name, and Jimin informed you with a very fond and very amused look that he is rather shy, so you might not see him for a few days. Apparently it had been uttered just loud enough for the hybrid in question to catch it though, because there was a tumbling sound from the floor above and a series of stomping footsteps. A head of long, wavy inky hair had popped over the railing, grey ears pinned back as a baby-faced boy delivered a glare to the blonde to your side.

“Hyung! That’s not true! I’m not too shy to even introduce myself!” he had defended himself avidly, red-faced and huffy. When his eyes turned to you, mouth open to follow through on his words, he abruptly shrank and all that escaped was a squeak. It took him a moment to conjure speech once more, and this time he was noticeably less bold. “I’m—I’m Jungkook! It’s nice to meet you! I have to go now! Goodbye!”

And then he was gone, and so concluded your final introduction to the residents you had yet to meet. You thought you had a good feeling when you first arrived, but now that you’ve met everyone and everything feels that bit more real, you find yourself thinking…

It’s a really good feeling.

O – O – O

“It’s not what it looks like!”

You raise a brow, book in hand as you stand at the edge of the sand bank where green bleeds into gold. Against your heels is cool grass, and your toes are dipped in the gentle warmth of the sand. Namjoon sits in front of you, beneath a tree protruding from the dune, with a bundle of leaves in his hand and a guilty look in his face.

“Isn’t eucalyptus toxic to humans and hybrids?”

“I’m not eating it!” Namjoon waves his hands in a frantic bid to assure you, eyes wide, and almost drops the leaves in question. His large, grey ears flick in his distress. “I was just… I know I can’t eat it but it smells so good… I was just sniffing it. It calms me.”

You let out a light laugh, walking closer and plopping down on the sand beside him, beneath the generous shade the tree offers. The sea breeze is kind and cools your skin where it smarts from the sun, tickling your neck and manipulating your hair into a tumbleweed. Namjoon snorts, helping you get it back in order.

“No judgement,” you say, crossing your legs and placing your book in your lap for the meantime. “Just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t have to take you to a hospital, because I do not know where to find one on this island.”

Namjoon grins, rosy cheeks complimenting his skin the way it glows gold in the sun’s glare. “You’d drag little ol’ me all the way to the hospital if you knew where it was?”

“Well, yeah,” you laugh, sifting sand through your fingers as you relish the sound of waves crashing barely a yard away. It’s so peaceful, you feel so at peace. “Since none of you seem to know what a car is.”

“We had a car,” Namjoon admits, face flushing violently as he averts his gaze, turning his head. “There was just, um, an unfortunate incident… that may have involved a tree, or two…”

You decide not to probe further, lest your current good impression of Namjoon come under threat. A beat of silence passes, before Namjoon shuffles, placing the bundle of leaves back on the grass. He angles his body a little more towards you, sniffing subtly.

“So… how is your stay so far? Is everything going okay?”

You can’t hide the expression of surprise that makes its way to your face as you turn to him, blinking. You don’t know what you were expecting, but for some reason it hadn’t been that. It’s awfully nice of him.

You’ve been on the island almost a week now. The interactions you’ve had with your housemates so far, though not too bountiful, have all been pleasant, and you genuinely have nothing to complain about. You haven’t seen much of Jungkook, Hoseok, or Yoongi—but that mostly comes down to incompatible work hours and commitments. Mr Bang’s nephews run the Rabbit’s Den, the local convenience store that occasionally hosts a few exotic goods, and they have been nothing short of helpful, polite, and friendly while you worked there. You have worked a single shift at the Resident Services Building too, and it was pretty chill. A few residents came in, happily introduced themselves to you, and then you helped them with whatever had warranted their visit. All in all, your stay has been amazing so far.

“It’s been good,” you say, and it feels so nice to have the words escaping your mouth be true to the warmth in your chest. “Everyone here is super nice. It does feel a bit odd though, sometimes I feel like I’m the only human here.”

“Oh, yeah. You are,” Namjoon huffs an amused laugh. “You’re the first human Mr Bang has allowed on this island.”

Your surprise is evident, and it makes him smile when he turns his head to give you a sly look. “He must have had a good feeling about you. Rabbit hybrids tend to rely a lot on their gut feelings and intuition.”

“Oh,” you say, cheeks warming. Well, you’re glad he had decided to let you in. You say as much to Namjoon, and he smiles brightly at you.

“We’re glad he decided to let you in, too.”

You’re not sure what to say to that, a little embarrassed from the unexpectedness of it—was he really telling the truth? You’d hardly spent any time with some of your other housemates…

A calm silence begins to settle between you, and you take the time to open your book and resume where you left off. You get so carried away reading that when you finally look up some time later, the sight to your side almost makes you gasp.

Namjoon had, at some point, fallen asleep in a little patch of sunlight that manage to pierce through the foliage—in the place of the large, long-limbed man you had been talking to is now a considerably smaller fluffy koala, sitting upright and snoozing lightly. You suspect this isn’t the most ideal position for him to be sleeping in, though, because every few moments he will sway on the spot, almost tipping but not quite going far enough to have an abrupt meeting with the sand.

You coo, unable to help it, but the sound quickly grows alarmed when he leans too far—before you can think your arms shoot out to hold him up, but it seems there is something true to what is said about koalas being clingy because the second he feels something touch him, koala Namjoon clings.

You squeak, a fully-grown koala now wrapped around your forearm. Slowly, you bring it closer to you (feeling your bicep burn all the while because damn is he heavier than he looks!), planning to use your other hand to ease him off, but it seems that the second you’re close enough he can sense your warmth and he wants in. You sit, exasperated and amused, with a koala now latched to your midriff, arm forgotten. Both your hands are now free, but at what cost?

You figure that he’ll probably let go when he wakes up, or he might fall back into the sand in his sleep, but until then you resign yourself to unexpected but definitely not unwelcome koala cuddles. You just hope he won’t be too embarrassed when he wakes up; you can already see him stuttering and going red in your mind’s eye. It brings a chuckle to your lips, and with a smile on your face you return to your book once more, a little more content than before.

O – O – O

 It’s been a while since you’ve had to deal with the dreams.

Usually, once they start you can wake yourself up, or you can manage to turn them around if they’re one you’ve had before. But some nights, when the dreams come, you’re helpless but to see them play out. Sometimes they’re not that bad, but even the milder ones leave you with a nauseous ball of anxiety beneath your lungs and a feeling of discomfort that digs claws deep in your bones.

About three weeks into your stay, you wake up after one such dream, a cursory glance to your phone and the painful glare of its screen revealing it to be the early hours of the morning. For a moment you simply lay, blinking, with your gaze rooted on the ceiling. You had strung up some fairy lights around your dresser, and on the plaster above you the soft colourful rainbow of their hue meshes and blends with the cool pools of moonlight slipping through your curtains.

Absently, and with a sense of resignation that you feel in your bones, you strip the cover back and climb out of bed, deciding you may as well grab some water since you’re likely not going to be able to fall asleep very easily anytime soon.

As you make your way through the levels to the ground floor where the kitchen resides, you’re careful to be as quiet as possible—you’re not sure how successful your effort is but you do know that quite a few of your housemates have been inundated with coursework lately and you don’t want to disturb any of the valuable rest they need so badly. Jimin had looked so wiped out yesterday that you’d literally had to pull him away from the dishes and send him to bed. He complained on the way, but as soon as his head hit his pillow he was out, leaving you in a mixture of awe and concern. He explained as soon as he woke the next morning that he had been up all night completing an assignment, and it made you realise just how exhausted a lot of your roommates seem lately. You hope this period passes soon for them; you may not have been here long but you have grown to care for them and you don’t like seeing them so unwell.

You’re just pondering this when you reach the ground floor and venture into the kitchen, thoughts and feet coming to an abrupt stop as you take in the sight that greets you there.

Seokjin is standing by the bench, hands moving slowly as he puts something together just out of your view. A quick survey of the rest of the countertop tells you that he’s making lunches, and while ordinarily this would touch your heart (as it does every time you see how each of the hybrids in this house cares for each other), this time you’re overcome with a strong wave of concern.

Delicately put, Seokjin looks dead on his feet.

Every few moments his head bobs down, chin almost hitting his chest before he jerks awake just long enough to lift his head, before the cycle repeats once more. He looks so exhausted you’re impressed he managed to make as many lunches as he did. Though, from the looks of it he’s only about halfway through.

“Hey, Seokjin… are you okay?”

The hybrid jumps, the startle you gave him probably rendering him more awake than he has been in a few hours.

“Wh—what are you doing awake?” he sputters, having to lean against the bench so that he doesn’t fall over. “It’s almost midnight!”

You can’t help the look you give him, a mixture between amusement and concern. “Um… it’s a little past midnight actually… probably closer to two… are you alright?”

Seokjin blinks at you for a second while your words sink in, before he sags with a light groan, bringing a hand up to scrub at his eyes.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleepiness. His bushy, striped tail sways behind him before curling around his thigh. “I’m just… kind of wiped out. I was up finishing a part of a really big assessment piece and it took longer than I thought… I was going to go to bed but then I remembered that I hadn’t prepared the boys’ lunches, and I always do that, so I came down here and…”

He makes a great, sweeping gesture over the mess on the bench, a result of his patchy attention. A huff of laughter escapes him. “Yeah.”

“I’m glad you finished your piece, but… do you really have to make their lunches? I think you should probably get some sleep…”

You were a little worried he might take your words the wrong way, but you can tell from the serene expression on his face that he doesn’t. “I always do it. If I don’t, then they might worry about me, and I don’t want them to worry about me when they should spend that energy worrying about themselves. Plus, I don’t know if I’d be able to sleep if I knew they weren’t done.”

You return his amused smile, taking a step closer and willing yourself to speak the idea that had come to mind.

“Well, considering I found you almost sleeping on the spot when I came down, I think you should probably call it a night and get some rest. I’d be happy to finish up and make sure the lunches are done, if you’d like?”

You can see the resistance immediately, the tall man opening his mouth to refuse—but he halts, and for a moment slips into his own thoughts. Sensing that he just needs a little push, you continue, “If you tell me what you usually make, I should be able to finish the rest of them without too much trouble.”

He blinks, and in that moment you see the rest of his exhaustion flood to the surface. He sniffles, unable to fight the yawn that rises. “… Okay. If that’s really alright with you…?”

You laugh, reaching to bump Seokjin’s side. “Of course it is. I don’t mind at all, especially if it means you’ll go to sleep in your bed and not on the kitchen floor. Now, what do you normally make…?”

Letting out a soft laugh, Seokjin does his best to stay awake long enough to instruct you on what he makes and how he makes it for the remaining members of the household. You can’t help but notice throughout his explanation that he doesn’t seem to make lunch for himself despite making it for everyone else, and as he finally plods off to bed and passes out, you make the decision that you’re going to make some lunch for him too. It takes you a brief google search on the diet of red pandas and their hybrid counterparts, as well and recalling what you know of Seokjin’s taste in food, but it doesn’t take you too long to decide on what to make. You work through the lunches one by one, grateful for the distraction, and complete the task fully when Seokjin’s sits primly next to the rest. You pile them all into the fridge, washing your hands again before grabbing the water you originally came down for, and then you’re making the trip back upstairs to your own bed, a soft smile on your face and a warm satisfaction curling around your lungs. You fall asleep easier than expected for a night where you had one of those dreams, but there most definitely aren’t any complaints to be found as you drift off with a faint smile on your lips.

--

The next day, it’s only a little before midday when Seokjin finally rises from his slumber and makes his way downstairs. Blearily, he reaches the kitchen and heads straight to the fridge, attempting to think through his sleep-addled brain what he should make for lunch. Those thoughts are interrupted as he catches sight of a box he hasn’t seen outside of the little tupperware cupboard by the stove in ages sitting on the middle shelf, a little paper tag with ‘for Seokjin’ scribbled onto it perched on top.

He pulls it out and places it on the bench, staring in confusion. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to kick his limbs into gear and open it, but from that point on the realisation comes quickly with the memory of last night.

You’d gone and made lunch for him, too. And from the looks of it, you’d paid great attention to what to include.

His stomach rumbles violently as he takes in the sight of berries and the bamboo shoots he usually stores in the fridge that you must have taken the time to boil and season. There is a sandwich in there as well but he doesn’t need to check whether he will like it because he can already smell the salmon.

He doesn’t know what to think, or really what to say. He knows he’s just lucky you’ve already gone to work at the Rabbit’s Den because otherwise you would probably be here and risk seeing his eyes tear up a little.

A side effect from being sleepy and stressed is the dramatics, he knows, but still… he can’t help but notice the warm feeling that lingers in his stomach when he thinks of how nice you are to do such a thing.

O—O—O

“You’re gonna love it when we get there, y/n! It’s so pretty, and there’s so much fruit… I’m going to feast.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, thoroughly enjoying the company of your two housemates and the combination of cool breeze and warm sunlight the air offers as they kiss your skin. It’s earlier in the morning than you tend to wake up, but you’ve been invited out on an exclusive adventure and you aren’t in any position to say no. For the past few weeks you’ve noticed that on a Saturday and Sunday morning, Taehyung tends to disappear. You don’t know where, and each time you saw him again you forgot to ask, but finally the opportunity had arisen for you to sate your curiosity. Happily, the lemur hybrid had informed you that there is a small section of the island towards the north that is absolutely packed with trees, bushes and otherwise, all peppered with ripe fruit. Some days he goes to tend to them, but on the weekends he confessed to you that he normally goes to harvest the literal fruits of his labour.

“Just don’t eat all of the tamarind again, Jiminie, or I will have to kill you myself.”

Jimin lets out a loud laugh, stumbling in his gait for a moment from the force of it. “Yessir! Understood, sir!”

Taehyung’s lips quirk into a smile, and he returns his gaze to the front to continue marching ahead and leading the two of you to his secret spot. You adjust your hold on the woven bag over your shoulder, brushing away some of the more unruly strands of hair that have made their way across your face by riding on the breeze.

“Thanks again for inviting me, Tae,” you say, unable to hide the skip in your step as you plod along after them, smiling brightly. “I’ve been wanting to explore more—it feels wrong that I’ve been here for a month and barely seen everything there is to see.”

Taehyung spins to flash you a beaming grin over his shoulder, ears flicking and tail curling happily. “Of course, it’s no problem! I did wonder if you’d like to come some time, so I’m glad you mentioned it the other day.”

Jimin gasps, the sound somewhere between playful and affronted. “You asked her yourself to come?! I had to beg for weeks! Weeks!”

“I told you, the fruit weren’t done when you first asked!” Taehyung whines, reaching back and pausing in his steps just long enough to whack Jimin on the shoulder. “You just didn’t listen!”

“I’m baby,” Jimin says, whether in affirmation or explanation you’re not sure. It manages to tear a laugh from Taehyung either way, and you’re no different.

You’re not left stewing in anticipation for long; before you know it you’re broaching the place that Taehyung and Jimin speak so highly of. Rounding a corner, you come across a large grove that ends beyond what your eyes can see—some trees curl and wind, others stand straight and proud with their roots covered modestly with smaller shrubbery. Vines cling and string around some trunks, but the one thing all of the flora in front of you has in common is that they’re all ripe with fruit, ready to be picked.

“Oh wow,” you remark, barely aware you’ve even said anything. A deep laugh sounds from beside you and you turn to see Taehyung grinning brightly, tail curling happily behind him and his little ears flicking with glee.

“Pretty, right? Some of these were already growing here when I found it, like the apples, but the rest of it I planted over time. I’m proud of how it’s turned out.”

“You should be!” you exclaim, pointing to the fruit displayed in the very image of temptation before you all. “Dude, they look delicious.”

“They are!” Jimin chimes in, flitting past you and snagging his finger in your sleeve as he goes to drag you along. “Come on, there’s a mulberry tree up the back and it has the juiciest berries. We have to pick them now before all the birds and fruit bats get them.”

Laughing, you allow the sugar glider hybrid to lead you into the grove of greenery, the man ducking and weaving around branches with ease as his feet follow a path well-worn into the dirt and grass. The splotches of sunlight that filter through the foliage are pleasant where they warm your skin, breeze ensuring you don’t get too hot beneath the kiss of a star. In the shadows of the trees, it is actually much cooler than you expected, but you can’t help but feel that the temperature, the air, the sights—everything feels perfect.

The mulberry tree, fondly called Ol’ Bessy as Jimin had eagerly informed you, is a large, looming monster of a tree with a plethora of winding trunks and subordinate thin branches that dangle and sway in the breeze in the image of a weeping willow. When you comment on the sheer size of it, Taehyung simply shrugs and tells you with a smile that it’s been here a long time, before anyone was on the island.

The three of you don't have much desire to waste any more time standing and dawdling, and so you begin your activity for the day, woven bags and baskets prepared and at the ready. You inspect the mulberries that are hanging lowest, spying the occasional green one but becoming easily appeased when you find bunches of ripe ones, plump and fit to burst as they weigh the thinner branches down.

Gathering them is harder than anticipated, because you hadn't accounted for the fact they they're, well, berries. It takes a few attempts and more than a few instances of stained hands before you figure out the best way to pluck them from the tree without bursting them. Taehyung saw the first one you popped and the way it went all up your arm, and hasn't stopped laughing since.

The three of you bounce between fruits and trees, filling your containers with whichever you prefer. After a while though you all seem to have the same idea to congregate at the mulberry tree. Admittedly, you hadn't been able to stop yourself from munching on some of the fruits as you picked them, but as you look at them and see berry stains around their mouths and apple leaves in their hair, you feel a little less guilty about it. Taehyung places his basket down, leaning it securely against the base of the tree trunk, before dusting his hands with a sharp clap and then resting them on his hips.

"Right," he says, eyes alight. "There's just one more tree to visit. I think you're gonna love it."

You tilt your head, wondering just what other kind of fruit he has up his sleeve when already you've picked so many. Surely he's constrained even a little bit by the climate? Or does he have magically green thumbs? Jimin giggles at your confused expression.

"How good are you at climbing trees?"

The question gives you pause. "Uh... decent? I suppose?"

"Great!" Taehyung exclaims, picking his basket back up and closing the lid to help secure it on his back. "Let's go!"

Once more you're lead in between and through the trees and shrubs, following the gleeful lemur hybrid and his grinning companion back to the middle of the grove. Before long you're stumbling to a halt, having reached the location and wondering how on earth you managed to miss this tree before.

It's bigger than Ol' Bessy by a decent margin, but confusion filters through you when you can't seem to spot any fruit hanging from its branches. You turn to Taehyung, about to question him, but he simply grins and darts over to the massive trunk (really, you don't think two of you could hug it from either side and have your fingers touch, it's so big). It's only after he begins scaling it with alarming ease that you take note of the grooves and footholds curled into the trunk, making it a naturally perfect tree for climbing. Jimin darts up after his friend, apparently also well-versed in the art of climbing this tree, and breaks you from your awed reverie with a shout over his shoulder.

"Come on, y/n! Or Tae is gonna take the good spot!"

Unsure what he means and unsure if you're willing to find out via Taehyung following through on that, you scramble to follow after them and do your best to climb.

It's easier than anticipated, actually, and dare you say it... relaxing. Though you're going higher and higher with each branch you clear, and see less of the ground and more of the canopy with each step, you can't say you're all that scared, or worried. If anything, it's as though a moment of peace has been captured in a bubble, and now settles like cool mist on a spring morning at the bottom of your chest.

In sharp contrast to the cool breeze that brushes your face as you emerge from the thickest part of the foliage, the sun is quick to kiss warmth back into your cheeks. For a moment, you have to pause in your climb, because the view around you is simply so beautiful you're at an absolute loss for words.

From here, the highest point in the grove, you can see a vast majority of the island, a sweeping panorama of lush greens and soft sands that blend into the crystalline waters of the ocean, sunlight turning the surface to a sea of diamonds. Along the stretch of beach, in the distance, you can just barely glimpse the sharehouse, and on the other side of the island the little market square where all the stores and restaurants are appears as smudges and blobs of dark colours.

"It's so beautiful, right?"

You're so immersed in your observation that for a second you almost don't even register that someone is talking to you. Mouth open in awe, you simply turn your expression to Taehyung; the lemur laughs, almost tumbling back from the force of it, and you're shocked back into the moment with worry until you see what stopped him from falling.

Here, at the very top of the tallest tree in Taehyung's secret grove, he has built a small little fixture, a deck with enough space for four people to squeeze onto it at most. It hugs the trunk of the tree and is braced on the few thick branches that split from the tree beneath it. A lot of it is untouched, natural wood, but the bottom is made of processed planks and some of the short balcony ledge has been painted with acrylics, little scenes spanning the length of the strips. You didn't know Taehyung painted, but figure you'll bring it up at another time when you aren't precariously clinging to the top of a massive tree.

Taking the hand that both men offer you, you haul yourself carefully up and onto the deck, marvelling as you get an even clearer view of the island from your new position.

"It really is," you answer him, somewhat belatedly. When the two of them settle down, tree swaying much like you imagine a ship would on the vast expanse of the ocean, you follow suit, with your back pressed securely to the trunk.

Jimin is already flinging open his container, smacking it onto the wood in front of him, and Taehyung laughs once more, the sound so freeing and light that it makes that little bubble of peace in your abdomen expand ever so slightly.

"And now, we feast!" The lemur says, eagerly opening his own basket and setting it in front of him, besides Jimin's. They're both set to overflow from the amount of fresh, ripe fruit piled in.

They shamelessly and unabashedly dig in, eliciting a laugh from you as you move your own bag before you to do the same. It's nice, the perfect lunch in more ways than one; the small amount of foliage above you offers just enough shade that you want for nothing more in the moment besides maybe a pillow or two, everything else accounted for in excess.

You're not sure how long you spend there, but you do know that the sun has made a decent amount of headway in its journey across the sky by the time the three of you are done stuffing your stomachs full, laying across the deck and squinting until the clouds swimming leisurely across the sky begin to resemble something you can put a name to. It's fun, and light, and for what is alarmingly far from the first time, you find yourself so thankful for the choices you made and the path that led you here, to be staying on this beautiful island with these lovely boys.

By time you finish and the three of you are heading back, you’ve eaten through half of the fruit and the boys are so full and sleepy from the big day that they’ve shifted into their animal forms and are now clinging to you, Taehyung with his long limbs around your neck and Jimin with his tiny paws clinging to the hair at the top of your head. You suspect he’s made himself another little nest up there, but can’t find it in yourself to be upset with him for it especially when the soft sounds and chitters he makes to communicate with Taehyung are so damn cute.

The trip back is shorter than you recall, and before you know it you’re approaching the sharehouse once more, it’s looming sides graced with the warm gleam of afternoon sun. Jimin and Taehyung are asleep as you reach the front door, and you’re saved from having to move all the bags and baskets in your hold to open the door when it opens for you. Hoseok is standing there, a startled look gracing his features that quickly blends into one of fondness as he sees his friends, something that makes your cheeks warm ever so slightly.

“Good day?” he asks, stepping back to let you in. You nod, unable to help the wide grin touching your lips.

“Yeah, it was.”

O – O – O

‘…They should be setting up a tower soon, so hopefully it won’t be long before I can call you again. But until then, I look forward to every letter you send, bubbles.

Write back soon! I miss you.

Love, Dad’

You sniffle, trying not to let out the tears that are so close to slipping from your eyes. You’re not all that upset, you love receiving letters from your father, but it’s just… a little bittersweet. You’d moved here to escape your family, following a certain incident that you’re not keen to revisit, and your father had always been and will always be supportive of you— but it’s hard, when he’s halfway across the globe on one expedition or another.

It was only in the past ten years that your father managed to snag the job of his dreams and follow the passion he’s harboured since he was a child, graduating from his career as an accountant through attention garnered from numerous big research papers to become a well-respected biologist. From the second he accepted the offer, he’d started down a path that led him spending a majority of his life outside of the home and always on the move, hopping from one destination to another.

Whenever he could, he’d take you with him, but he wasn’t always able to. This expedition, which has landed him in the Antarctic, is an example of that. While he can’t be with you physically, he writes often and calls every chance he gets—and though it saddens you sometimes when it highlights the dismal state of the rest of your family, more than anything you’re happy for him and overjoyed that after years of slaving in an office, he finally gets to do what he wants.

You inhale, closing your eyes and trying to let the breath escape in a long, level manner. It’s night, not when you normally go about reading letters from your father but this letter had come late and you’d almost completely forgotten on your way to bed. Taking the opportunity to get some fresh air, you’d taken the letter and made yourself comfortable on the balcony, using the ample moonlight as a makeshift reading lamp.

Placing the letter carefully on the table, mindful not to place it in anything dirty or unsavoury, you settle back in your chair and tilt your gaze to the skies, allowing your eyes to become unfocused and simply stare. It's a pretty sight, as you expected-- the stars are much more outgoing here, with no haze or pollution masking their display like in the city on the mainland.

You let out a breath, but even to your ears it sounds more like a sigh. You miss your dad, and you know he misses you too but despite the fact you know it's selfish of you, you kind of wish he had been here with you when you made the decision to move. Of course, you've told him all about it, and he's supported you wholly in every choice you've made, but it's not the same. You don't blame him, and you love him dearly, but still... you're allowed to be sad, just a little. Just for tonight.

Well, that had been your plan-- apparently the universe has other ideas that don't include sulking in the moonlight on your balcony. A scuffling sound disturbs your reverie from the side of your balcony, and you look over in time to see a decent blob of shadow scaling up the side of the balcony next to yours and flinging onto the railing. Once there, it halts, and your eyes adjust just in time to meet those of the creature-- the raccoon, you realise quickly. It tilts its head up, sniffling the air once, before pinning you with an unreadable look. For a moment the two of you sit in silence, locked in place by the other's gaze, before the raccoon lets out a soft noise and then it's little claws are clacking against the hollow metal railing, and it disappears beyond the wall.

Whose room is that... Jungkook's? You muse to yourself for a moment before you remember what kind of hybrid Jungkook is, and in the next second there is the sound of a door sliding shut and Jungkook's bright-eyed face pops around the side of the wall.

"Uh... are you okay?"

You blink, brain taking a moment to catch up and then decipher how he could have possibly known you were even a little bit upset. You recall suddenly that animals can pick up cues, like chemoreceptors, and tilt your head at him with a small smile.

"Yeah... no... I'm alright." You angle yourself more towards him in your chair, cheering internally when you see him stop hiding behind the wall and come to lean against the railing. "Was that you? Where were you off to, this time of night?"

Jungkook looks like he wishes to address the first thing you said, but your follow-up has thrown him a bit for a loop. You can't be sure your eyes aren't deceiving you, but you could almost swear he's blushing.

"Oh, yeah... sorry." He reaches a hand up to rub the back of his neck, hair mussed and eyes averted. "I know my animal form isn't that nice... sorry if you thought it was gross."

"What?!"

At the sheer suddenness and volume of your almost-shriek, Jungkook jumps about a foot in the air. His wide eyes swing back to you, chest heaving as he rests his hand in the centre of it. You clear your throat, shrinking a bit in embarrassment.

"Sorry," you wince, before going to elaborate on your earlier squawk. "But please don't ever apologise for something like that! I don't know who told you that your animal form is gross, but they can't be all that bright... it was cute."

He looks more like a deer in headlights than the animal he's spliced with right now, eyes wide and staring right at you. You can't help but laugh and tease him, just a little. "Cutest raccoon I ever did see, anyway."

He suddenly comes back to earth, slamming his face into his hands and letting out a long groan. It's from embarrassment, you can tell from the flashes of reddened skin that peek through his fingers. You don't say anything for a moment, letting him return to the conversation on his own terms. Jungkook might be one of the housemates you've interacted with least, but you've heard plenty from the rest of the hybrids in the house.

More often than not, it's about how shy he is and how cute it is when he gets embarrassed. You'd simply nodded and laughed at the time, but now you realise there truly is merit to everything they said.

It takes a few moments of Jungkook muttering into his hands before he pulls his face away, averting his eyes and mumbling softly, "... Thanks. That's really nice of you to say."

"You're welcome," you shrug, smiling when he risks a glance your way to gauge your reaction. Upon seeing nothing that will make him turn tail and flee back into the safety of his room, he eases up, returning his body to it's previous angle towards you.

"So... why were you upset?"

Surprisingly, his question doesn't bother you as you thought it might. You hum, watching as his gaze follows yours to the table, where the letter and the envelope it came in, addressed to you, lay discarded.

"Letter from my dad," you offer in explanation, watching his eyes light in realisation. "Nothing bad, I just miss him so it's... bittersweet."

Jungkook hums, nodding and resting his chin in his hand as he leans forward. "I understand. It's like that with my parents. I know they love me, and I love them, but they're pretty far away and I just... miss them. They're always working."

You're a little surprised that he can relate, although you suppose you really shouldn't be. You don't know very much about Jungkook at all, so it's not fair of you to assume anything about him, even in relation to your own experiences.

"Yeah," you sigh, looking to the sky for a moment as you try and organise your thoughts. "I'm happy he is where he is, doing what he's doing, but I think it's okay to be sad, just for tonight."

Jungkook hums, but doesn't say anything further. It surprises you when he speaks next, the two of you having fallen into a lull.

"Well, you could keep being sad for the night if you want, or... would you maybe wanna see the film I've been working on?"

Your head whips to face him faster than the speed of light, startling him into another jump on the spot.

"Really?" you ask, hurried as though the offer will be rescinded at any moment. "You mean it? I can see it?"

"Yes...?" Jungkook answers, somewhat bewildered. You launch from your chair immediately, rubbing your hands together-- you've heard really good things from the others about his talents in photography and editing, so you've been trying to figure out a way to slip it into conversation for weeks. You've wanted to see them for yourself so badly.

"I'm coming over," you announce, gathering the letter and envelope and already beginning to move towards your room. "I hope your room is clean, Jungkook, or else I'm gonna tease you!"

You'd just meant it as a joke, but the scrambling and hurried footsteps you hear after you say it make you think he took you seriously.

Well, you dad would probably want you to spend the night happy, anyway. You can save being sad for another night.

O -- O -- O

Your time at the house has gone by much faster than you anticipated, and while initially you'd thought that you wouldn't be able to wait to get out, now you find yourself feeling quite the opposite.

You kind of don't want to leave.

At this point, about two months into your stay, you've settled into such a comfortable, stable routine that you struggle to imagine going through the motions in any other way. Often after your early shifts you'll return to the house and catch someone lounging in the sun, and you will no doubt be roped into a short, sweet afternoon nap. On the weekends is group breakfast, and you make sure that you go to bed as early as possible the nights before so that you don't miss it. Taehyung drags you with him of a weekend to fetch fruit and Jimin drags you around the town in general. Some evenings, you find yourself accompanying Namjoon on a walk along the beach, both of you feeling more at peace than ever before when you're standing with feet buried in the sand, watching dusk bleed into twilight and the colours around you stain violet and periwrinkle in the absence of the sun's kiss.

Jungkook knocks on your door at late hours, grinning and eagerly summoning you to his room to watch his latest creation. Seokjin no longer resists your help every other night to make lunches, and has started including you in the schedule as well.

Yoongi and Hoseok are among the busier residents of the house, but you've still spent bits of time with each of them, probably moreso with Hoseok. It's not that you avoid Yoongi or anything like that, it's just that he happens to be the most busy and more often than not is holed up in his room. You don't always see him throughout the week, but he always attends house breakfast on weekends and you're thankful that you get to see him then.

Today, you're spending a little more time with Hoseok. Your shift ended early and you couldn't have thanked your lucky stars any harder, because today the squirrel hybrid had invited you to his dance class. Usually Jungkook or Jimin went with him, both of them enjoying dance as much as their older housemate, but they had both been unavailable today. You'd seen the way Hoseok's face had fallen when they'd told him, and had immediately asked about the class-- you didn't even talk for more than a few minutes before Hoseok was happily inviting you to attend.

It made you a little more pleased than you're going to admit.

You're on your way there now, actually, a skip in your step and a swing in your gait. You've got the tote bag you hold your work things in, and you can hear the rustling of the nuts you'd shoved in there last minute earlier in the day. You'd noticed that Hoseok had forgotten them, so you'd grabbed them to give to him when you saw him. Hopefully he hasn't stuffed himself too full of other foods in the meantime, though from what you've heard apparently he's such a workaholic that he probably hasn't even had lunch yet despite the fact it's currently three in the afternoon.

A majority of Hoseok's classes take place at the school where he teaches, in a room at the end of the drama block that often doubles as a dance classroom when the school gets the funding for it. When you arrive, the door is slightly ajar and upbeat pop is leaking through the gap, Hoseok's sunny voice piercing through the music like a pendulum.

"--and one, two, three, one, two, three-- that's it! That's fantastic! Really good job, guys!"

A smile is already on your face as you push the door open enough to let yourself in, gaze immediately falling upon a group of grinning children that are looking up at Hoseok like they're a tiny field of sunflowers facing their namesake. Hoseok stands before them in a borderline comical pose that only primary school teachers can really pull off, hands on his hips and a proud, beaming smile on his face. You can’t help but blink because for a moment it really was as blinding as looking directly at the sun. He spots you before you can recover fully, and greets you with a wave.

“Ah, perfect! Everyone, this is Miss y/n! She’s going to be sitting in today—I told her how good you all were and she couldn’t wait to see for herself. Let’s all say hello!”

A chorus of greetings is immediately thrown at you, the attention of the little sunflowers now completely on you. Some gasp and run over, grinning brightly at the novelty of a new character, and others watch from afar but seem pleased nonetheless by your presence and alleged eagerness to see them perform.

Before they can launch into conversation with you like you can so clearly see they want to, the ears of some kids ramrod straight and alert and others’ tails flicking in excitement, Hoseok calls them back to where he stands and to your surprise they obey immediately.

“Alright, let’s let Miss y/n get settled down and we can show her what we’ve been practicing, hm? Sound good?”

There is a chorus of ‘yes!’ that pulls a laugh from you as you make your way to the side of the room with the best view and plop down, cross-legged. Eagerly and very self-consciously, now that they have an audience, the small army of children runs to take their place in the formation, and Hoseok pulls his phone from his pocket to pause the song currently playing and pull up the one that matches their routine.

The opening notes filter into the air and Hoseok nods, foot tapping to the beat, before he counts them in and off they go.

Put simply, you’re so incredibly impressed. These kids can dance! You don’t have a doubt that they can dance better than you, not that you ever claimed to have much talent in that department. By the time they finish running through their little routine, you’re clapping and cheering loudly, relishing in the laughter that you’re exaggerated reaction elicits. Hoseok, too, is smiling as he sees how you interact with his students, wandering over after he takes them through it a few more times before giving them a small break.

"So, what do you think?" he asks as he approaches your side of the room, slightly out of breath from doing the routine with them the last few times. "They're so good, aren't they? They've only been working on this for a few weeks and already they have it almost perfectly down-pat. I'm so proud of them."

He slides down the wall next to you, reaching for the bag he'd dropped there presumably before class began; across the room all the students are reaching into their class backpacks for their afternoon snack, and it seems Hoseok has the same idea. You don't even remember the nuts in your bag until he rifles through his for a few minutes, brows furrowed when he comes up empty. His bushy tail flicks dejectedly, ears twitching back on his head, and he pouts.

"Damn, I think I forgot my lunch this morning," he says, and it's enough to jog your memory. You jump in place from the startle of it.

"Oh, I saw that! Here," you quickly reach into your own bag and pull out the nuts and dried fruits, passing it over to him. "I brought it for you, since I figured you'd probably want it at some point."

The way Hoseok's eyes light up when they see the little plastic bag in your hand is almost enough to make you laugh and/or coo out loud. By the skin of your teeth you barely manage to hold that reaction back, but you do smile as he cheers with a short, happy scream and eagerly takes it from your grip.

"My nuts!" Hoseok wastes no time ripping the bag open and grabbing a handful, setting about munching immediately. "You have saved my life today, Miss y/n. I was soooo hungry."

"Didn't get lunch?" you guess, already knowing the answer and having it confirmed when Hoseok nods, completely unfazed by the fact he'd skipped a meal or two.

"I was helping one of the students," he explains, munching happily. His bushy tails curls in content behind him, a sight that makes something happy and warm settle in your chest. "I don't mind missing lunch if it means they get the help they need. I do feel it afterwards, though. Sometimes when I get home I feel so hungry I could eat the whole cupboard out."

A laugh tears from you at his words, the image even funnier because he didn't specify whether he would be doing it in his human form or his animal form. The image of a squirrel wreaking havoc in the house pantry is funnier than you care to admit, but Hoseok just seems happy to have elicited a laugh no matter the magnitude.

It's just a small thing, spending the afternoon with Hoseok and his students, but you find afterwards that it was almost... healing. On the way home, walking besides Hoseok and discussing which dried fruit were the superior dried fruit (he's wrong, and you'll take that opinion with you to the grave), you can't help but feel so light and happy. Like everything is in place, in motion and flowing smoothly. A river without debris and jagged rocks; life right now feels like that moment in nature when water runs over smooth pebbles in a creek, tumbling and pouring but doing so without chaos, and without mess or fallout. Just one continuous, fluid motion.

It feels nice.

You don't even realise until you're laying in bed that night that for a while now, that's how you've been referring to this place.

As home.

O -- O -- O

Aside from the occasional uncomfortable dream, these past few months have been remarkably incident-free, where it concerns the unfortunate topic of your extended family. You'd changed a lot of things when you'd made the decision to move to this island; your phone number, your email addresses and all your passwords, your social media... all of it had been combed through and either switched out or slimmed down. This place is an escape, a place of refuge for you, and that's how you want it to stay.

Unfortunately, the universe isn't always on your side.

It's a rainy afternoon when you receive the call, and you're so fixated on watching the way the rain falls in thin sheets over the ocean that at first from the first floor patio, that you miss it. They don't call again, but a message sets your phone off a minute or so later, and that catches your attention.

Of course, the second you read it and see who it's from, it does more than just catch your attention.

You're not someone prone to many episodes, and you've become adept at self-soothing. But as your eyes begin to stare unfocused at the message and you feel your chest constrict, diaphragm pushing against your lungs, you realise distantly that this is more than you just being momentarily overwhelmed.

You get a bit lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of light-headedness that suddenly washes over you, so much so that when a voice sounds distantly, muffled as though you're listening to someone speak to you from the depths of a pool, you barely even register it at first.

"Hey, y/n, have you seen--"

Still, your eyes are stuck on the message; you don't even notice the way your fingers had begun to tremble while holding the phone until a hand brushes your arm, a figure in front of you blocking the light from beyond the porch.

"y/n, hey, are you.... look at me. y/n, look at me."

Oh, that's a voice, and you do as it says without even a single thought flitting through your head. Looking up, you're barely even as surprised as you should be to see Yoongi standing there, a look of concern spread across his features, brows drawn together as he regards you. You feel a warm touch against your hand, phone tugged from your grip to be replaced with his own. Both your hands are now in his hold and he uses it to ground you, even if just for a moment.

"Can you do me a favour?" Yoongi says, and his voice is so soft and soothing that you find yourself listening as attentively as you can right now. "I need you to breathe with me. I'm gonna count ten breaths, okay? Let's do the first one-- in..."

He inhales deeply, his whole chest moving from the magnitude of it, and you feel as though you're floating in your own head in the moment as you follow suit. Slowly, patiently, he takes you through each breath one at a time, making sure you inhale as big as he does and exhale as long as he does. By the time you reach ten, the light-headed feeling has faded and the constriction in your chest has eased, ever so slightly. As soon as you finish your tenth breath you sag slightly, letting out a gush of air.

"Sorry," you say, slipping one of your hands from his grip to cover your face. "Sorry, I just--"

To your complete and utter surprise, Yoongi's hand lets your other one go and in the next moment you feel arms slipping around your shoulders, bringing you close to his chest and letting your face rest on his shoulder. You see his fluffy tail from where your face is squished, catching glimpses over his shoulder of the way it curls calmly.

Once the moment of shock passes, you're unable to help yourself but to return the embrace, surprised by how much you needed this without even knowing so.

"It's okay, don't apologise," Yoongi says, voice still soft and calm. You sag against him, and your eyes burn not from the message that triggered your almost anxiety-attack, but from the sheer kindness you feel emanating from this man. "Happens to the best of us. Are you feeling a little better?"

You nod, because oddly enough you are, and he slowly releases his hold on you, easing back with an assessing look. Another apology rests on the tip of your tongue but you bite it back, knowing he would refuse it if it ever entered the air.

“I am. Thanks,” you say, eyes looking for your phone as you realise suddenly that it is no longer in your hand where you’d left it. Yoongi holds it up, handing it back easily; his gaze passes over the screen as he does so, and the look he gives you is one of empathy and knowing.

“Shitty family?” he inquires, and you nod, choosing not to look at your phone and to slip it straight into your pocket instead. You go to sit against the wall, facing the edge of the patio, and he joins you.

“I get it,” he says, lifting a hand to fluff up his grey-tinted hair before shifting his gaze out to the rain and its reunion with the ocean. “’Part from my parents, the rest of my… relatives… they’re, uh… they’re not so nice. Didn’t treat me all that well, or even my parents for that matter. So… I get it. You don’t have to elaborate if you don’t wanna, but I get it.”

You don’t really know what to say to that; not that you’re speechless, per se, but moreso that there is simply so much going through your head at once that you can’t seem to settle on anything to voice.

“Thank you,” you say again, sniffling as subtly as you can as you focus on evening your breaths and calming your heart. You feel something on your hand and look over to see Yoongi has placed his palm over your own, his face soft and comforting.

“It’s no problem.”

A different kind of ache, the sort that is tinged around the edges with bittersweet warmth, begins to make itself known amongst the turmoil in your abdomen, and in this moment you can’t quite decipher whether it’s a good feeling or a bad one. What you do know, though, is that you’ve never been more thankful to have had the fortune of meeting these boys and having them make room in their hearts for you, even just a little, than you are right now.

O – O – O

You can’t believe that all the time you’ve spent here has gone so fast, and that currently there is no more than a week before your three month deadline is up and your contracted stay at this house is to come to an end.

If you’re being honest with yourself… you don’t want to go.

When you’d first come to this house, you’d expected that you would have a nice time, but also that you would be eager to move out by the end of the three month period. You had no way of knowing how well you’d fall into routine here, how attached you would become not only to the residents but to the home, the place and the feeling it offers and the way it allows you to feel happier than you have in years.

You know that you have to leave, they’d only agreed to house you for the three months after all, and you also know that they seem to have realised your time here is coming to an end as well. You’ve caught them talking amongst themselves a few times, not quite whispering but definitely conversing about something that halts as soon as they catch wind of you anywhere nearby. You get the sense that they’re unsure how to approach the topic, and you understand since it’s a bit tough for you yourself. You decide to bite the bullet and do it for them, though.

You ask them to meet you in the living area, a week before you leave, to talk. You wanted to just… officially thank them, you suppose. They’ve done a lot for you, in the time you’ve been here, whether they realise it or not. They’ve helped you settle, they’ve shown you that there really is more to life outside the misery your relatives tended to create, and they’ve ensured every second you’ve been with them that you have felt welcomed, and included.

Truthfully, it means more to you than you know how to put into words.

Which is why it’s especially difficult for you to accept that you have to leave.

The expressions on their faces as they gather are a mixture between curious and somewhat apprehensive, with Namjoon, Jungkook and Hoseok bordering on nervous. You wonder why before realising they might not know why you called them here.

“Hey, thanks for gathering,” you say, attempting to keep it light and ensure the smile stays on your face. Of course, they all return is as they take seats across the room, some on the couch and others on the coffee table or the floor. Taehyung’s head tilts, tail curling lightly behind him.

“Um, I just wanted to say something to you—to all of you, while I could. I didn’t think I’d be able to catch everyone in the one room any time but on the weekend,” you muse, smile widening at the round of light laughter your joke elicits. You shift, taking a breath and grounding yourself through the motion of meeting their gazes, one by one.

“I wanted to say thank you,” you begin, voice softer than intended but not so soft that you’re worried their senses won’t pick it up. “Because when I moved here it was to get away, and start anew, and you guys… really gave me that. You’ve made these three months the best and happiest months I’ve had in a long time. I’m so thankful that you let me in, and welcomed me into your home and even into your lives. I don’t think I can word this the way I want to but… really. Thank you, so much. I know I have to leave in a week, but—”

“Oh!”

You halt mid-spiel, wide eyes moving to Taehyung as he suddenly sits up, holding his hands out. “So that’s what you wanted to talk to us about—we actually wanted to talk to you about something, too.”

Freezing, you simply blink, mind coming up blank as to what they could possibly want to talk to you about. Namjoon clears his throat when no one else follows up after Taehyung, averting his eyes before he gathers himself and meeting your confused look. “Well, you probably noticed we’ve been talking amongst ourselves a lot lately—I mean, I know you’ve noticed because you’ve walked in on us a few times, and we’re not very good at being subtle, but—”

“We want to know if you’d like to stay here—permanently.” Taehyung cuts his friend off before he can finish, apparently no longer able to hold the question at bay. There is an expression of pure, unguarded sincerity on his face, excitement lighting in his eyes. “We all talked it out and found that we want you to stay—all of us.”

“You fit,” Yoongi says suddenly, voice still soft but loud enough for you to catch easily. He offers you a gentle smile when you look his way. “We know that if you left, the house wouldn’t be the same after… it would be missing something. You haven’t been here long, but you’re kind of already part of our family so… please don’t go, if you don’t want to.”

Some of the others are pinning Yoongi with a surprised look that you suspect is not directed at what he said, but rather the fact that he said it. You’re too busy biting your lip and trying not to cry like a baby to notice all that much.

“Is that really okay?” you ask, déjà vu washing over you as you think to yourself that again, this sounds too good to be true. “Do you guys really want me to stay?”

Immediately, there is a mixture of nods and loud ‘Yes!’s and ‘Of course!’. You really can’t hold it back, you find, because the sudden flood of warmth and affection washing over your insides is more than you know how to handle. You sniff, unable to reach the tears fast enough to prevent their fall down your face.

“Will you stay?” Yoongi asks, head tilted. Regrettably, his tenderness makes more tears fall.

“Yeah,” you manage, wiping your face furiously, “Yeah, I will. Thank you.”

And that’s all the confirmation you need before your new family is tackling you one by one, replacing your sobs with laughter and making sure you know that from now on, you don’t have to cry alone, you don’t have to be sad alone. They’re here for you.

And it feels so, so nice.

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For the drabble! - “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” & Sterek, obviously

ILU so much Aer ;.; please take this as a token of my gratitude to you as a friend, beta and human being <3

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It’s nearly noon, the sun high in and sweltering in the sky. Derek can smell the sweat that’s dripping down the back of Stiles’ neck, is too damn aware of it. It smells salty, a heady juxtaposition of Stiles’ usual sweet base-scent. It reminds Derek of sweet and salty popcorn, his favourite.

They’re hiking through the Preserve; their turn to patrol, as a group of Kobolds had moved into the territory—as they do every summer. Scott had sent Derek, because he is familiar with their leader and had the kind of rapport with her which works in their favour.

The Kobolds had been terrorising Beacon Hills, entering the homes of those who live in the properties backing the Preserve. They’ve been imitating lost children, seeking refuge with those willing to take them in, only for them to turn and murder or seriously injure the hosts. The sheriff is at his wits end with these little bastards.

Derek has a good idea of where they’re hiding. There’s a brook a few hundred feet from the Hale house. His mother used to grant them refuge during the summer, providing they kept themselves to themselves. Now, with an unfamiliar alpha in the territory, they most likely feel like they can run amok.

“Where are the fuck are we going?” Stiles pants out, fanning himself fruitlessly with his hand. Derek resists the urge to tell him that doing that will just burn more energy and make him even hotter.

“Will you just take off your ridiculous over-shirt?” Derek snaps, because the smell of Stiles’ annoyance and sweat is making him irate. He hates Kobolds as it is, and having to deal with Stiles sweating and panting and smelling all enticing is driving him crazy.

They passed the ruins of the Hale house a few minutes ago, and Derek can smell the clean water of the brook up ahead. He smells something else, something that smells distinctly like mould and mildew and fungi, and he knows that the Kobold are near.

His mother always droned on and on about the fact that they lured humans into the depths of the forest by growing magic mushrooms.

They reach the brook and follow it upstream, Stiles content to let Derek follow his nose, as he puts it.

They reach a large tree, a hole cut into the front with a ring of mushrooms around it. He can smell the rich, thick scent of foreign magic now that they’re close, coming from the mushroom circle in front of them.

A small, impish creature emerges from the hole in the tree, before it morphs into the image of a small, beautiful child, her large eyes shining and blue. A hat with a crown of woven twigs forms on her head, and she looks regal despite her small stature.

“Greetings, wolfling, human,” she says, looking at them in turn. Her lip curls slightly as she regards Stiles, and Derek feels his hackles rise in defence.

“You honour,” he says, with an exaggerated bow. He hates these fucking creatures; they became the bane of his mother’s life every summer. “I am the son of Talia Hale, sent by Beacon Hills’ alpha, Scott McCall, to encourage you to reside peacefully in our territory.”

He straightens up, noting that the Kobold Queen is regarding him with a look of curiosity. The mushrooms surrounding her seem to shimmer in the sunlight, appearing strangely iridescent.

“I appreciate the council the new alpha McCall has sent here, son of Talia Hale, but I would prefer to speak to the alpha himself,” the Kobold Queen says.

“I apologise, your majesty,” Derek starts, eyeing Stiles where he’s standing next to him, his eyes glazed over. Derek tries not to worry, focusing on the task at hand; making a treaty with the Kobolds. “Alpha McCall is engaged with the birth of his first born heir. His wife is in labour as we speak. He is happy for you to reside in our territory as long as no more blood is shed.”

The Kobold Queen stares at him and Stiles in turn. Stiles is strangely silent; no witty retorts or sarcastic comments to be heard. It’s disconcerting, but Derek concentrates on the Kobold royal in front of him.

“That is a fair request,” she says. “But I require payment regardless. It is in our nature to bring grain and gold to the household we inhabit in return for safety and solitude.”

Derek resists the urge to roll his eyes. Because the Kobolds take over households by killing their hosts.

“What payment do you require?” Derek asks, skeptical. The Kobold Queen is eyeing Stiles with a kind of hunger in her eyes. It makes Derek’s teeth itch to descend.

“One human soul,” she states, still looking at Stiles. “That is all we require. Then we will leave this territory unharmed.”

He looks over at Stiles, who is wide-eyed, his gaze locked on the mushroom circle surrounding the Kobold Queen as if he’s seconds away from face-planting the ring of fungi, his scent rich with curiosity and longing.

Derek recognises what’s happening seconds before it’s too late, stepping forward and scuffing his boot through the ring of mushrooms until they lift from the forest floor. He tramples them with the heavy underside of his boots, reminiscent of a child splashing through puddles with their wellington boots, until the mushrooms are nothing but mulch being trampled into the ground.

The Kobold Queen looks livid when he looks up at her, her lip curled in anger as she looks between him and Stiles.

“Hey!” Stiles says. Derek looks over at him, and his eyes look more clear than they did a minute ago, less glassy and more sharp and amber with recognition. “I was gonna eat that!”

Derek sighs, because he thought that was the case.

“You aren’t having any human souls,” Derek spits at the Queen. “Especially not this one.”

Stiles looks over at him, his face softening into something fond and loving, and fuck Scott. The time for peaceful approaches is over. No one threatens Stiles’ life, soul, anything.

Derek roars and makes the Kobold Queen round up her troops and forces them out of the territory personally.

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GREY HEAVENS (F/F)

@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie ie was one of the first I met here and I’m so proud of her. This beautiful and always jealous (oh lord, she is super jealous) person reached 500 followers and of course I (tried) had to write a fic. I know Cherrypie, I said this is a Hvitserk x Ariel fic, but I love Ivar too much, I just can’t ignore him, oops sorry. Te amo odiosa!

Pairing: Hvitserk x Ariel x Ivar

Warnings: F/F smut, fingering, oral, voyeurism

Words: 1726

Thank you to my amazing beta reader @quantumlocked310 for making my sentences sound good, helping me with the moodboard and always motivating me! The idea for the name of this fic is btw from my honey @jadelynlace, because I have no patience to think about an appropriate name and her titles are outstanding.

a/n:. This fandom needs more F/F so I took my chance to write one. This is also a call to those who write F/F Vikings fics -> tag me!

Forget everything you know about Ariel, because the only thing my Ariel and the Disney Ariel have in common is the red hair.

Summary: A Mermaid is the last chance Hvitserk has to revive Lagertha.

Tags: @xbellaxcarolinax @pomegranates-and-blood @heavenly1927 @walkxthexmoon @punkrocknpearls @mrsalwayswrite @grimeundglow

If you ever find her then speak cautiously, she is mightier than the sea and gentler than the breeze.

The seer warned Hvitserk; mermaids don't like humans. Also, Aslaug taught him not to talk about mermaids since he was a child. The fear that these beings might hear was too big. They pull men into the bottom of the sea and let their ships sink. Their voices intoxicate the mind and manipulate humans. Their beauty dazzles men and makes it easy to underestimate them. They can hide but are still visible for those who are meant to see them.

He rode days and weeks to the far north of Norway, where the sea is wild and high waves crash against the huge rocks, far away from all the villages. Where there are almost no animals to eat and fish are difficult to catch. He could easily die, but it was the last chance Hvitserk had to revive Lagertha.

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Evening dawned and he gathered wood to prepare the fireplace for the night. A few faint fire sparks flew away in the slight wind when he ground two stones together to start the fire.

"With so little wood you won't survive more than two hours" Someone complained behind him.

Hvitserk hastily picked up his axe and turned around to see who that was. Almost nobody knew why he left Kattegat. Every day he thought about how he killed the most famous shield maiden. The wisest witches and healers tried to bring her back. Daily sacrifices and even Hvitserk himself gave his blood in the attempt to revive her, but none of this was successful.

“Ivar?” He dropped the axe. “What are you doing here? Tell me, who sent you, huh?” He grinned.

“Brother, I am Ivar the Boneless, if this half fish is really more powerful than me then I have to see her.” Ivar didn't want to rely on the rumors.

“I don’t want to be a mermaid’s meal, so be kind Ivar.”

“I doubt we will find her, them, it, whatever” Ivar was quite unimpressed by Hvitserk’s enthusiasm. He was just looking forward to the little trip through Norway’s landscapes.

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They walked an extensive white sand beach in search of mussels whenthey heard stones rolling and humming high voices coming out of a big cave.

The sun shone through a big hole in the cave’s ceiling and illuminated two women laying on one another. They quietly tried to climb over the slippery stones in the entrance of the cavern to get closer.

The pureness of their naked bodies, never touched by a man, sliding against each other. Their bright silver-colored skins, glistening in the sunlight like sea pearls. Their wavy hair hid part of their faces. Rose lips sucking on the skin of the red-haired's neck while their thighs pressed around the other’s, spreading their juices over their intertwined legs. Two bodies soft as silk melting together, grinding their pussies and bringing each other to a shared pleasure.

It was silent, only their heavy breathing echoed in the big cave, making the squelching noises of their wetness hush. Their bodies harmonized and embraced; they took their time to satisfy each other without showing dominance.

She shivered at the feeling of the blue-haired’s teeth raking along the flesh of her throat. She was enticed by the way her tongue swirls and swipes the mounds of her chest, tasting the salty valley between her plump breasts. Addicted to the sight of her hips thrusting against her own, feeling the heat that wracked their entire bodies.

One hand roamed down the shape of her body and groped her ass. The blue-haired lifted her partner’s right leg and placed it over her shoulder, exposing her fully. She licked two fingers on her right hand and trailed them down over the red-haired thigh until she reached her cunt.

The red-haired pressed her beloved closer, having only a moment to breathe out before she delved her wet fingers inside her lover’s dripping walls. She stroked deeper, harder and faster; all the while nibbling the soft skin behind her earlobe. She pulled her fingers out and teased her entrance. Her tongue swirled over her lip, before she thrusted her fingers in one move again into her partner’s throbbing pussy adding one finger to stretch her more.

The red-haired pried her legs open andburied both hands in the other’s blue hair to trail her down, arching her back to catch each kiss she left. She brought her lover’s head between her legs and laid her mouth on her center, replacing her fingers. Her arms wrapped around the red-haired's thighs as her tongue dragged against her warmth, parting her folds to rub against her most sensitive spots. She moaned, savoring the taste of the one beneath her pulsating pussy, not missing a drop of her juices.

When her thumb brushes the smooth skin of her hard nipple, kneading it, the red-haired rewarded it with a melodic moan, a little louder this time. The strands of her red hair fell down from her face as she raised her head, revealing her gorgeous face. Her eyes shut tight and her lips trembled, before they spread in a euphoric moan with every slam of her thighs onto the blue-haired cheeks. She bucked her hips nearly throwing the blue-haired off her lap. Her hands looking for something to grip onto, settling them on blue locks. Seeing the lust-filled gaze of her beautiful girl tensed her body. Her end was near, the one above her flicked her tongue at a fast pace, curling it over clit once, twice until her body exploded in satisfaction, coating her mouth with her juices.

The shameless string of moans woke Hvitserk up from his trance.

“Do you think they are mermaids? Real mermaids?”

Ivar didn’t answer. Hvitserk hit him with his elbow, but h was totally obsessed from their magnet-like aura.

“Hey Ivar” He tried to get his attention again.

“What?!” Ivar finally could avert his gaze from them.

“I asked, if you think that these are mermaids?”

“Of course they are! Did you ever see a woman being so divine?!” It was obvious to him.

They heard a loud noise of something heavy dropping into the water but when they looked back to the place they were laying, both were gone.

“You idiot! See what you did, you should learn to speak more-”

“Mermaid! I can see you!” The mermaid’s colored hair reflected in the water. “Come out here! We don’t want to kill you!” Ivar ignored his brother and crawled over the slippery stones in their direction.

The red-haired rose confident out of the water presenting herself. Waterdrops covered her pale and shimmering skin. She titled her head to one side, focusing the two foreign men with her green eyes, without blinking.

“Vikings” She broke the intriguing silence. The way this word rolled of her tongue was tantalizing.

“We didn’t want to...uhm… “ Hvitserk stuttered ashamed about Ivar’s insolence. “We are looking for someone, a special woman, well she is more than a woman. Her name– “

“Ariel. I knew you would come. You’re here because of Lagertha’s death.” She completed his sentence.

The blue-haired came out from behind the rock and placed herself close to Ariel. Two goddess-like appearances, both the same; tall, hypnotizing them.

“Ariel. Hello Ariel” Ivar smirked, speaking in a seductive tone, scanning her naked body with his glance. “I assume you are the powerful creature Hvitserk needs.” He took a lazy step closer. ”Powerful and beautiful. I have a weakness for woman like you.” He confessed, brushing his lower lip between his teeth.

She approached and her cheek pressing lightly against his. Her damp red hair wet his armor as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“I know who you are Ivar. So let me tell you whoIam.” He closed his eyes to memorize her unique salty smell better. “I am not a woman, I am a mermaid and mermaids don’t need to deal with men. And...don’t you dare to touch me!” Ivar clenched his fist and lowered his hand again.

She leaned back and spoke to the more rational brother. “I can’t help you Hvitserk. I’m sorry you came here in vain.” She wasn’t a talkative creature, especially when she felt used.

“Hey silver skin, where are you going?” Ivar started to treat her rude out of frustration. “We are not done here.” Ivar followed her out of the cave to the beach.

“But the seer told me you can, you can revive people. I didn’t want to kill her, please, it was a mistake.” Hvitserk tried to persuade her from the distance.

“This is my home.” She admired the calm of the ocean. “I can save anyone who gets lost in the heart of the sea, but Lagertha is not there.”

“Hey!” She gasped as Ivar grabbed her arm to hold her back. She immediately closed her eyes and was benumbed.

“No” The blue haired yelled and hissed, pushing Ivar away. He let go of her and Ariel started breathing again. Her eyes opened and even if they hadn’t told her how Lagertha died, she already knew it. She felt what they felt and saw what they saw. There was no secret that remained hidden from her.

“It wasn’t you who killed her, you were deceived Hvitserk. I am unable to overpower a dark might.” Hvitserk bowed his head. “But she’s fine. She is with Ragnar and she forgives you…and you too, Ivar.” Ivar rolled his eyes.

Ariel took her beloved by the hand and both stepped into the little waves. The silver colour of their legs became more luminous and greener the longer they stood in the water.

“Let’s go back to our sisters, my dear. I can hear them calling.” Her long red hair framed the curves from her swaying hips.

“And Ivar- “ She looked over her shoulder “- as long as your heart craves revenge, you will never be able to love.”

The sunlight reflected on her emerald green scales before she disappeared with her dearest in the depth of the sea completely.

Ivar waited a moment longer hoping to see her one last time.

“Ivar, it’s over.” Hvitserk laid his arm on Ivar’s shoulder and pulled him away.