#get the fuck out of my hobby outrage tourists

[theaceofskulls]

You know, I was going to do a reaction to Tithes episode 2 like I did to Tithes episode 1, but instead I'm just going to copy and paste some text from GW's own website for reasons that will quickly become obvious.

** Tyrith Shiva Kyrus (the first three of a long list of honorific names earned fighting for the Emperor) has the privilege of being our first portrayal of a female Custodian Guard since the recent revelation that Custodians can be any gender. This fact came as a real surprise to many, since it wasn’t something previously explored. That, in and of itself, isn’t a particularly unusual thing for Warhammer 40,000 and its lore; there are simply loads of things the Warhammer Studios have never expressly stated, whether that’s ruling them in or out.***

Since the earliest conversations about bringing the Horus Heresy to the tabletop and Black Library fiction, the exact nature of the Custodians has been under discussion – after all, their origins and means of creation, unlike for example, the Legiones/Adeptus Astartes, are shrouded in mystery.

A significant advantage to this portrayal is that it helps us to address a common misconception – that the Custodes are just bigger, better Space Marines. They aren’t. Space Marines were made through industrialised ritual to be mass-produced, brute-force weapons of conquest. And even 10,000 years after their creation, draped in self-assigned glory, that’s still true of them at their core. 

Each Custodian, on the other hand, is unique. Painstakingly made through peerless craft and arcane artifice, their physique, their psyche, their very soul, is a bespoke instrument of the Emperor they unquestioningly serve.

We know a lot about Space Marines, relatively speaking. But there is still so much we don’t know about the Custodians, particularly in Warhammer 40,000, and their recruitment process is the least of these mysteries:

What exactly are they up to in the 41st Millennium?

What was their motive for joining the Indomitus Crusade?

What do they REALLY think of Gulliman?

What secret weapons do they have sequestered away in their armoury vaults on Terra?

What does “loyalty” mean in a galaxy where the master you failed is silent, and you despise what his empire has become?

*** We sometimes call these ‘gaps’ and they are quite intentional. They let you as collectors, players, and fans fill the spaces with your own characters, stories and narratives – making the Warhammer hobby truly yours. They also allow us to revisit factions through miniatures, stories, and animations and offer something new and interesting. (Imagine how sad it would be if we ever said “And that’s it. That’s everything you’ll ever see in this army. No new models ever.” – that’d be rubbish.)

[prinzenhasserin]

AU Exchange

Dear AUex creator!

I am very excited about most AUs, especially if they feature alternative explanations and use the canon dynamics to add something different, so if one of my tag combinations lead you towards an idea, I'd be pretty stoked to receive it, even if you don't use my prompts.

My AO3 name is Prinzenhasserin, and you can find some more of my exchange letters here.

In the grand scale of canon divergent AUs and setting change AUs I happen to love both! And if you want to combine the two, I'm also happy to receive them :D

If you want something more to base your ideas on, here's a non-exclusive list of things I like:

General likes:

loyalty

odd couples!

found family, dysfunctional families that nevertheless love each other

historical stories for same-sex pairings that aren't unhappy but that fit with the society of the time (so like, spinster ladies living together; bachelors-for-life)

cultural differences! age differences! height differences!

heists, rescue missions

character driven narratives

dragons, fairy tales, magical realism, urban fantasy

Space AUs

competent characters

people not realising they’re the most competent at their job/hobby

people failing their way to success

happy endings, earning your happy ending, open yet hopeful endings

cynical humour

mutual pining

everything is better in suits, corsetry, fancy dresses

Identity shenanigans (secret identities, mistaken identities)

Blatant Lies

Enemies becoming friends and/or lovers

outsider POV

epistolary, poetry, unusual narrative formats

orange/blue morality (that is, not entirely human morality); grey/grey morality

non-verbal expressions of affection

DNW: 

breaking up requested pairings, 

permanent death of the requested characters (if they come back from death, they shouldn’t come back wrong but they can be ghosts), 

pregnancy as a main plot point

Legally Blonde

Fanfiction (Medium)

Elle Woods

Group: Vivian Kensington/Elle Woods

ALL: Starfleet Academy AU

ALL: Space Opera AU

ALL: Regency-Inspired Science Fiction AU

All: Space Privateers AU

ALL: Hyperspace test pilot AU

ALL: Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions

ALL: Organized Crime

ALL: Marriage of Convenience AU

DNW: breaking up requested pairings, permanent death of the requested characters (if they come back from death, they shouldn’t come back wrong but they can be ghosts), pregnancy as a main plot point

STARFLEET ACADEMY

- so I really have wanted a Starfleet Academy AU for Legally Blonde for years now. There are a few really awesome picture sets here https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/cosmically-blonde, if you want the inspiration...

- otherwise: Elle Woods goes into Starfleet with her great SAT scores ("what, like it's haaard?") I can give or take the romantic subplot of the first movie (but I really ship her with Vivian Kensington, who can come from a family of starfleet captains, or engineers or whatever)

- I take even just a snippet of her application! or the way she gets accepted. or how her sorority sisters react to her wanting to go to Starfleet?

SPACE OPERA AU

- I'd love the entire plot translated into a space setting! Space law Harvard, why not. (I hope there's at least a few aliens, and space affirmative action, but I'd also take plenty of robots)

- really, go wild.

REGENCY-INSPIRED SCIFI

- does Elle have to  go to space-Harvard to get back her boyfriend, and then it turns out she really wants to go to space-Harvard instead, and there's a comedy of errors because apparently it isn't explicitly forbidden for women to go but there's not really any space for her?

- also good: her parents not understanding why she needs to get her boyfriend back/to go to space-Harvard, but supporting her anyway

- Vivian Kensington who dreamed to go to space-Harvard feeling betrayed that someone like Elle got in on a whim; and then slowly realising how she was hiding her hard work behind a facade and slowly falling in love with her with added SPACE REGENCY, somehow, idk

SPACE PRIVATEERS

- the boyfriend dumps her to go space pirating like his parents always wanted for him, and Elle gets a commission of war just so that she can hunt him down, and then along the way decides she rather wants to stick with pirating (because it's more lucrative, and also she has fun doing it)

HYPERSPACE TEST PILOT

- Elle follows her boyfriend to hyperspace test pilot academy, only to find hyperspace test piloting much more interesting than him.

- if this involves tentacles in any way, or transformations into cyborgs to pilot hyperspace ships, I'm game

ORGANIZED CRIME

- Elle's parents belong to the mob, and Elle studies law to become a mob lawyer? i'd buy this if her enthusiasm for fairness was a front, but I'd also buy this if there's a corrupt government and the mob is the slightly better option-- or if the boyfriend was actually in the mob, and Elle joins to get him back, and takes over while she's there, that works too

- (I have no problem with either assassination or murder, but I'd rather not see the longterm consequences of drug addiction though if you want to mention it that's fine.)

MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE

- Elle or Vivian need a scholarship and/or a dorm room and the one they can get is only open for married couples, and Vivian/Elle agree and then they fall in love (or not)

- if you want to add more or different tropes, really, I'd love it

Character comes into INHERITANCE WITH STRANGE CONDITIONS

- yes please.

- Elle needs to marry before she can get her trustfund/access to her property? or exorcise the ghost, and she talks it into leaving instead?

- or maybe it's Vivian whose wacky aunt wants her to experience life to the fullest, and she needs to go on a roadtrip to Vegas with a friend, and Vivian only has Elle since she dumped Walther?

Ocean's 8

Fanfiction (Medium)

Debbie Ocean (Ocean's 8)

Group: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

ALL: Space Pirates AU

ALL: Regency-Inspired Science Fiction AU

ALL: Regency AU

ALL: Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions

ALL: Marriage of Convenience AU

Oh god, don't remind me of these twos sexual tension! (Except please do.) I loved all the outfit changes, the sheer outrageous gumption of doing the heist like they did (but tbh, also the sheer outrageous way Debbie lived her entire life, so if you rather want to focus on that, that'd be great too)

I know I did not want you to break up requested pairings, but I don't mind if the Debbie/Lou thing is tumultuous and fucked-up? Like say, sleeping with whoever Richard Armitage played. I like them best at their grumpy movie-selves, but any other dynamic is great also.

I'd love to see how that translates into a different setting, like say space pirates, or a regency inspired AU, or a combination of both :D

SPACE PIRATES

- how does Debbie built her crew? how does the MET gala translate into a space setting--casino planet? rich tourist spot? a fundraising drive to fund the museum of culture in outer space?

- are any of the women aliens that Debbie hired with abilities that lend themselves well to subterfuge and theft?

- Debbie and Lou in a small space craft, sharing their bunk because they needed to fit in Daphne Kruger into their ship and there are no other bunks left?

REGENCY AU

- Debbie playing up her "I'm only a woman, what could I have done"-look, and robbing the entire aristocracy blind-- tbh, I'd love an appearance by her brother Danny if only to have someone appreciate her genius properly. (And so that she can tell him to stop stealing his marks, probably)

- what's her usual trick to get money fast? does she sell powdered mummy? fake glass as diamonds? does she have an empire of shell companies that lure in investors by promising stuff? selling islands that are either uninhabitable or don't exist?

- Debbie and Lou settling together with a house full of riches and a harem of young admirers after their biggest con?

REGENCY-INSPIRED SCI-FI

-YES! i don't know quite what I want from it-- the thumbing at class differences? the problems with authorities Debbie is going to have?  a Debbie/Lou relationship that is really most blatant and very private at the same time?

- aliens! in corsets! and suits!

Character comes into INHERITANCE WITH STRANGE CONDITIONS

- Debbie gets an inheritance from Danny, but first she has to get back at someone/steal a diamond/bankrupt an enemy

- or! it leads to Debbie finding out about the curse put on her family, that their love-life will always lead to them getting caught, and before she can marry/move in with Lou, she has to take care of the curse

Crossover Fandom

Fanfiction (Medium)

Group: Buffy Summers (BTVS) & Anakin Skywalker (SW) & Ahsoka Tano (SW)

Group: Buffy Summers (BTVS)/Ahsoka Tano (SW)

Group: Cher Horowitz (Clueless)/Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Group: Jane Marple (Miss Marple) & Hercule Poirot (Poirot)

Group: Jyn Erso (Rogue One)/Amilyn Holdo (SWST)

ALL: Character makes an SO up and SO turns out to be real person

ALL: Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions

All: Space Privateers AU

ALL: Space Florist AU

ALL: Time Travel

STAR WARS/BUFFY

Star Wars has slowly sucked me into its sphere again, and I just think pairing Ahsoka (and Anakin) with the Vampire Slayer who defeats Evil sounds like the most fun. I don't care if they meet because of Time or Dimension Travel, or whatever, or because Buffy manages to open a pocket dimension in Sunnydale-- though I would rather read space adventures than Anakin Skywalker in a coffeeshop, trying to fend off vampires.

Does Buffy make up an alien she has fallen in love with, and then Ahsoka stumbles out of the pocket dimension and is exactly how she described her, headtails and all?

Or maybe it's the other way around, and Ahsoka gets a talisman from her grandmother for a summon when she desperately needs help, and she uses it (when she leaves the Jedi Order? during a fight she almost looses?) Buffy comes out of it?

Or maybe, instead of making Ahsoka and Anakin join the Clone Army, the Senate gives them a letter of marque with which they travel through the galaxy, fucking up slavers, and finding Buffy who coincidentally is also fucking up slavers?

Or maybe an AU in which Anakin didn't become a jedi for whatever reasons and instead became a space privateer, hunting slavers, and he finds both Ahsoka and Buffy and they become a team?

Or perhaps Anakin starts a flower business with his mother, except they run into trouble with the flower smuggling business, and while he's being interrogated somewhere Buffy rescues him (because real flowers in space is where the money is at, obviously)

CHER HOROWITZ (CLUELESS)/ ELLE WOODS (LEGALLY BLONDE)

- Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions: either one of them! they have to find a macguffin! they need to marry to get the deed to the property! they find out that their great-grandmother was an alien and need to do some quick intergalactic diplomacy!

- or! there's Cher and her father is really worried about her since she broke up with Josh, and so she makes up this awesome lawyer that only exists in her brain, except then she meets Elle...

- look, in my mind Space Florists are really in demand-- the 1% like to have extravagant things, you see, and importing real flowers from far off corners of the universe is probably the most extravagant thing ever. There's an entire smuggling industry around getting fresh flowers fast and fresh to where they need to go. If you want either one of them to own a flower business, that would be interesting! or, Cher is an environmentalist who tries to curtail the flower industry, and Elle is the lawyer helping her?

- Space Privateers!

Jane MARPLE & Hercule POIROT

I feel like they would not like each other at all. Or maybe they would, but they'd despair of each other's affectations, and would only barely be able to talk with each other before getting annoyed by the other. Or perhaps, they might even be acquaintances who met during their adventures, and were suspicious of the other's motives until they found out about their investigations-- of two different crimes that maybe turn out to have the same perpetrator?

- I'd love Jane as an immortal being, but I forgot to request something for that, but I'd also love her as a timetravelling hero who is quite happy to be seen as just a tottering old woman. Does Poirot notice her real self?

- Poirot gets notice of an inheritance from a woman who he never met, who thinks she has been murdered, and then he starts seeing her everywhere... (she could be a ghost? or it's part of the inheritance? or maybe she leaves a diary) This is against my DNW, but I'd like it anyway.

- space privateers

- space florists are the people the most crimes happen to in space; it is Known (I'd love an AU in which for some reason they have a space flower business together! or maybe there's a case a space florist is involved in, I'm really not fussy :D)

Miss Marple

Fanfiction (Medium)

Jane Marple (Christie)

ALL: Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions

ALL: Character is slowly turning into an eldritch creature

ALL: Forbidden magic exists that can be used to raise the dead

ALL: Space Florist AU

ALL: Space AU

ALL: Organized Crime

ALL: One character is a dragon

INHERITANCE WITH STRANGE CONDITIONS

- Miss Marple inherits a dragon hoard, because what the dragon hoards is... unsolved crimes? small-town happenings? detectives? and the dragon feels like Miss Marple is the ideal recipient of that hoard

- Miss Marple's great-great-grandmother happened to be an eldritch creature, and sometimes it skips a few generations, but now that her grandmother vanished, Miss Marple has to deal with it instead

- Miss Marple inherits money, but she needs to solve a murder to get to it

SLOWLY TURNING INTO AN ELDRITCH CREATURE

- Miss Marple's great-great-grandmother happened to be an eldritch creature, and sometimes it skips a few generations, but now that her grandmother vanished, Miss Marple has to deal with it instead

- There's always been a Miss Marple at St. Mary Mead's. Sometimes, there needs to be a new one.

ORGANIZED CRIME

- Miss Marple knows who murdered all of the people because she's the one arranging all the hits and bringing her contesters into jail is a nice plus.

- or! Miss Marple is a fixer who is hired to bring light into the mob's many betrayals, and she does so because it reminds her of the cutthroat nature of her knitting circle and the mob boss asked nice and politely, not like the local inspector.

RAISE THE DEAD

- Miss Marple likes to chat with dead people, and that's how she knows so much about murders. Of course, since she's a nice old lady, and necromancy isn't exactly on the up-and-up, she doesn't mention that.

SPACE AU

- Miss Marple is from a small town in Coruscant, or wherever, and solves space crimes.

SPACE FLORIST

- So I do know that Miss Marple doesn't have a job, canonically. But it would be really funny if she had a flower business in space, and everyone always underestimated the trouble florist have. But there's many additional dangers to the flower trade in space: some people (aliens) like to send each other flowers from far off worlds they know are poisonous to breathe for that species, some people get high on flowers, and trading flowers involves some serious money (so there's a lot of smuggling of poisonous, maybe illegal flowers going on)

- either way, i'd love adventures involving space flower trade

Grace and Frankie

Fanfiction (Medium)

Group: Grace Hanson/Frankie Bergstein

ALL: Regency-Inspired Science Fiction AU

ALL: Space Florist AU

ALL: classical musicians AU

Grace and Frankie: Grace and Frankie marry each other

All: Character has a secret identity

ALL: Organized Crime

ALL: Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions

REGENCY SCIFI

I am here for it, and if it involves my favourite old lesbian couple, then even better!

SPACE FLORIST AU

Grace and Frankie are obviously still living on a beach somewhere, but instead of investing in a dildo manufacturer, they invest in a local flower shop--maybe one with sex pollen to encourage the sex drive of older women? 

CLASSICAL MUSICIANS AU

Grace and Frankie feel like they need to collaborate now that their husbands are collaborating, and their respective fields compliment each other well, so it would be ideal (since their husbands were their usual collaborators) but Frankie’s approach is so free-style, and Grace’s approach is so very technical and they need time to arrange themselves.

THEY MARRY EACH OTHER

I don’t care for when, only that they do. Would also read an AU, in which they married each other instead of their husbands :D

CHARACTER HAS A SECRET IDENTITY 

- Grace is secretly a superhero? or perhaps a voice actress for romance novels that Frankie likes to read

- Frankie was the girl Grace slept with in college, but only one of them knows

- One of them is a mob boss

ORGANIZED CRIME

yes please.

INHERITANCE WITH STRANGE CONDITIONS

- Grace and Frankie have to marry to fulfil the conditions!

- Grace and Frankie have to fulfil a ridiculous request, and fall in love?

Naruto

Fanfiction (Medium)

Group: Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto)

Group: Yamanaka Ino/Haruno Sakuro

Group: Maito Gai | Might Guy/Hatake Kakashi

Group: Nara Shikamaru/Uzumaki Naruto

Group: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

ALL: Time Travel

Naruto: Uzushio wasn't destroyed

Naruto: Sasuke is possessed

Naruto: Sakura is a necromancer

ALL: Character's love interest is actually a tentacle monster

All: Space Privateers AU

ALL: Canon Character can see ghosts

ALL: Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions

I really love these characters and I’d love anything about these freeforms. (And I hope to add more prompts tomorrow, but feel free to not use them!)

TIME TRAVEL

yes! time loops, groundhog scenarios, dimensional hopping, making the past work out differently, fix it fics -- I’m not so much a fan of dark endings, but Sasuke travelling back in time to, idk, murder Itachi, and failing, and becoming something resembling a human being with feelings would be great too.

UZUSHIO WASN’T DESTROYED

I’m still bitter we didn’t get a story line about the Uzumaki clan. Or like, the diaspora of the Uzushio people. Or like, anything about the village it had been, and why nobody remembers it.

SASUKE IS POSSESSED

look, it’d be cool? also, it’d explain a lot.

SAKURA IS A NECROMANCER

how will this change the way Team 7 operates? does Orochimaru want to kidnap the entirety of Team 7 (and does he succeed?)

CHARACTER’S LOVE INTEREST IS ACTUALLY A TENTACLE MONSTER

I don’t care who, but omg, yes please. (You can’t tell me that this doesn’t fit the wacky Naruto worldbuilding, come on, there’s ninja that fight with bubbles. and paper. and fucking Kisame with his shark dicks)

SPACE PRIVATEERS AU

Instead of ninja getting their permit from the daimyo, they’re pirates who get their permit from a shadowy government?

INHERITANCE WITH STRANGE CONDITIONS

yes please! does Ino have to prove herself in mind arts? does Sasuke get a ghost sword he can only use to restore people back to life, but only if he first manages to climb a mountain? does Naruto inherit a ton of money, but only if he travels to Uzushio?

CHARACTER CAN SEE GHOSTS

Sasuke is haunted by the people he killed. Naruto is haunted by a lot of red-heads who teach him pranks, and like to see him eat ramen. Kakashi sees the people who he killed, and they generally seem to prefer his dogs. Sakura’s ghosts teach her stuff she wouldn’t normally know. Or something else, maybe?

Harry Potter

Fanfiction (Medium)

Group: Regulus Black/Harry Potter

Group: Sirius Black & Harry Potter

Group: Nymphadora Tonks/OFC

Group: Nymphadora Tonks & Regulus Black & Harry Potter

Group: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

HP: Regulus Black lives

HP: Tonks becomes Lord Black

HP: Sirius survived the battle in the Department of Mysteries

HP: Time Travel

HP: Harry is the Master of Death and thus immortal

HP: Sirius never goes to Azkaban

HP: Sirius is exonerated after POA

ALL: One character is a time traveler from a different era

ALL: Character comes into an inheritance with strange conditions

ALL: Marriage of Convenience AU

HP: Voldemort's end is early and anticlimactic

I love the magic, and I love cracky takes on this. I have read so many HP time travel AUs and tropey magical crack, but I cannot get enough of it, and there’s especially always a lack of my favourite characters, even though there’s so much fic already.

REGULUS BLACK LIVES

Basically, what it says. Does he time travel? Does Kreacher manage to go back to save him? Does he schlepp himself out of the cave and wakes up with a case of amnesia?

TONKS BECOMES LORD BLACK

So, I really think that this is an underused trope, because it would be so great-- the House of the “Always Pure”, gloomy Grimmauld Place with bubbly, pink-haired Tonks as its figurehead? Sign me up.

Perhaps she inherits because Sirius is in prison, and everyone else presumed dead, and her mother is the oldest? Or there’s a loophole for metamorphmagi to inherit? (Does she need to prove that she can morph a fully functional dick?)

Also great would be Tonks opening her house for Harry for the summer. Or tricky ministry politics by the Malfoys who want the Black House for themselves?

SIRIUS SURVIVES; SIRIUS NEVER GOES TO AZKABAN; SIRIUS IS EXONERATED

Pretty self-explanatory. Does he time-travel? Does he kidnap Umbridge and torture her explain that she’s overstepping her bounds? Does he make Crouch eat it? Does he rescue Harry from the Dursleys/boredom/Mrs Figg?

INHERITANCE WITH STRANGE CONDITIONS

Omg, really. This is the opportunity to go really wild. I hope there’s lots of magical circumstances, and perhaps vows or magical traditions. It’s kinda canon, too, with Dumbledore and his snitch, book, and deluminator, but I’d also appreciate a story in which they have to fulfil someone’s last will.

MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE AU

yes please! Tonks needs to prove that she intends to raise children, and finds a friend who needs a place to live so they can cheat the Black Inheritance Rituals, or something? I read this for contrived reasons, or for friends just living together, or for slowly developing romance, but all pairings I asked for are great for this!

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Fanfiction (Medium)

Group: Ahsoka Tano & Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker (SWST)

Group: Amilyn Holdo/Leia Organa/Jyn Erso (SWST)

Group: Ahsoka Tano & Luke Skywalker (SWST)

ALL: Space Pirates AU

SWST: Leia did become a Jedi and goes after the New Order herself

SW: Luke turns to the Dark Side and Leia has to learn her powers and bring him back

SW: Leia and Luke raised as Jedi

ALL: Robot Revolution

SWST: General Leia Organa time travels back to the Tantive IV at the start of ANH

ALL: Canon Character can see ghosts

I'm requesting all these things under the Sequel Trilogy, because I really like things set in the future, and I'd love to see the continuation of the OT-- if you want to set it during the ST that's great! But I'm also interested in the 30 years between OT and ST.

SPACE PIRATES

So, the new republic took time to built probably, and I can see every single of the requested characters taking the time out of their busy schedules to start (and finish) a war with any of the pirates blocking the trade routes (and trading slaves); possibly even without permission from the New Republic.

Or, if you want to recreate the Trilogy with a space pirate dynasty, instead of a Jedi dynasty, that would be grand too.

- ‘Canon Character can see ghosts’, ‘Leia becomes a Jedi and goes after the New Order herself’, and ‘Luke turns to the Dark Side and Leia has to learn her powers to bring him back’ are pretty self-explanatory, I feel? but to reiterate, I’d love all those groups, together or apart.

ROBOT REVOLUTION

I'm all for droid rights, and I feel like the droids are definitely under-utilised in their usefulness of bringing down the New Order. Or the New Republic. Or sneaking into ships and casino's to retrieve stuff.

- General Leia Organa time travels back to the Tantive IV at the start of ANH

Does General Leia try to resurrect the New Republic? Is her younger self aware of her? Does she steal a flotilla for herself and wage war on slavers/the order/politicians who blackballed her when she was younger? Maybe she sacrifices herself to take out the Death Star leaving her younger self more time to get the rebellion going?

LUKE AND LEIA RAISED AS JEDI

look, I'm not sure this request makes entirely sense within the sequel trilogy, but what would the far-reaching consequences be if Luke and Leia had been raised as Jedi? would they have had a relationship with their father's padawan? would Leia have noticed Snoke? would she have been tempted to go dark, or have gone dark, and what kind of impact would that have made on Luke? would he have felt as responsible as with her son, or would he have dragged her back the same as what he did with his father?

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Fanfiction (Medium)

Group: Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader (SWPT)

group: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker (SWPT)

Group: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker (SWPT)

ALL: Robot Revolution

ALL: Different First Meeting - Captured by Slavers

SWPT: Force Ghost Qui-Gon trying to influence events

SWPT: Qui-Gon survives the battle with Maul

ALL: Time Travel

ALL: Space Florist AU

All: Space Privateers AU

ALL: Hyperspace test pilot AU

SETTING AU

(Space Florist, Space Privateers, Hyperspace Test Pilot, Robot Revolution)

Any of these sound great, and I love any of those with or without them being set in the Star Wars universe (but they could conceivably all be set there too!)

TIME TRAVEL

I like spontaneous time travel, or closed loops, or dimensional hopping, or going back into the past!person, or force ghosts influencing the past, or groundhog-day scenarios

DIFFERENT MEETING CAPTURED BY SLAVERS

-Yes, please. This could also be combined with space florists, space privateers, hyperspace test pilots or robot revolution, depending on who was captured and who freed them, and where this happened. What if Padme gave Anakin a letter of marque? or the opportunity to go to space pilot academy? what if Anakin started the robot revolution by trying to rescue Padme (or Obi-Wan?) from slavers? what if Padme gave Anakin (and Shmi) a flower business to manage after she was rescued by Anakin?

or maybe Padme is the one to rescue Anakin? and sets him up with her family's flower business because he has no other skills?

FORCE GHOST QUI-GON INFLUENCING THINGS; QUI-GON SURVIVES

Dude, wouldn't it be great if a force entity could tell them who the Sith in the senate was? I always thought so, and I'd think Anakin would appreciate Qui-Gon's help with both Obi-Wan and Padme too. Or simply with not, you know, going dark-- or successfully freeing all the slaves, and the clones, and Shmi and while we're at it a robot revolution would be cool too (or just one of these things, I'm simply very greedy :P)

Qui-Gon actually teaching Anakin the way of the force (and possibly doing something about Shmi) would be great, too. Or simply seeing the change alive!Qui-Gon had on future!Anakin

Gentleman Bastards

Fanfiction (Medium)

Group: Locke Lamora/Jean Tannen

ALL: All Characters Genderswapped

ALL: Ocean's 8 AU

ALL: Ocean's Eleven-esque heist

It'd be so cool. Jeanne Tannen, the big-hulked butch who could break Locke Lamora in half? Yes please. You could also swap every single character in the entire series--I'd love to read it. Would also read it as an Ocean's 8 Fusion, or an Ocean's Eleven-esque heist, or like, simply chilling out after canon things happened.

(Sadly I forgot I could request art, because this would be very awesome to look at, but I'm equally ecstatic about having actual descriptions of Locke being a little shit but also a woman.)

[urbanjohnny]

babe watch [m]

↳ Oh Sehun claims that being a lifeguard is just for, as he calls, “babe watching”. As much as he would never admit it, Seo Youngho knows that it’s true - especially after you capture his attention when you save a life.

✗ pairing: youngho x reader

✗ genre: slight angst / fluff / smut / lifeguard!youngho

✗ word count: 12.2k

✗ author’s note: here it is, the long awaited fic that has been in progress since june. please note this is my first full length fic (i didn’t think i’d get to 12k words, whoops) and this is the first time i’ve written smut. thank you @honeytaeyong for being an amazing beta and yelling at me everyday to write this. i finally finished it!

There was no better place than the beach. The peaceful atmosphere grew immensely equatorial as the brilliant sun climbed out of the water—before the pristine beach was filled with noisy tourists and familiar locals hoping to catch a wave, their presences filling the landscape in sheer energy. The tranquility of the setting made anyone who stepped foot onto the malleable sand instantly at ease, their troubles drifting away like the loose kelp in the sea.

Six o’clock in the morning, time for the jaded lifeguards to report to their stations. Small wooden towers raised a few feet above the ground, painted a muted viridian, and sprawled across the strip of the beach—each belonging to a unit. Just like they did every early morning, the workers began to group around their specific constructions, ready for their daily duty.

“Gather around,” Oh Sehun, the chief lifeguard, called out, tapping on his clipboard with the tip of a pencil. He watched his group gather around, all but one present. He let out a sigh, far too disappointed this early in the morning. “Where’s Taeyong?”

Nakamoto Yuta was the first to respond with a chuckle. “Still in bed with that girl he picked up yesterday,” he clarified, taking the situation far too lightheartedly. He had recently joined the team and he was one of the slickest boys they had; everyone knew him as the jokester, but that was what got him the postal daily.

Everyone except Sehun chimed along. The head lifeguard rolled his eyes, though he was not surprised by the younger boy’s petulant antics. “I don’t have time for your games Nakamoto,” he muttered, crossing his arms. He continued to observe the Yuta, anticipating what he would say next, but silence was the only factor that lapsed. “Don’t bullshit me,” Sehun added with a huff. “Fess up, where is he?”

Yuta let out an exasperated breath, “Just like I said. He banged a girl last night and he’s sleeping in because pretty boy needs his full twelve hours after a fuck.”

Sehun groaned, frustrated and his brows crossed together. The one part he found rather bothersome about his job was that the younger boys tended to stay out till early morning and show up at noon, long after their shifts started. Sehun felt like he was the only responsible individual out on the beach—and to be honest, be probably was from what he had witnessed so far.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t brought home a girl from the beach, Sehun. We all saw your hook up with that blonde in the back of your jeep last Friday.” That time, it was Seo Youngho who responded. Youngho was another lifeguard, the second in command to Sehun, and no doubt one of the more talented of the group.

The boys grew silent, some chortling at his sly point, and others merely nodding along. Sehun, no doubt, was a flirt, maybe even a bigger one than Yuta—but at least he still prioritized tasks above all. Sehun’s reasoning for becoming a lifeguard, as the man himself had claimed before, was to spot the gorgeous girls — “babe watch”, as he modestly called it.

“Shut it, Seo. I don’t have time for your shit,” Sehun snapped, the urge to smack his younger was sudden, but he kept his hands to himself. As many times as the younger individuals prodded at his being with the truth—the shameful honesty—he had never adjusted to their puerile actions.

Youngho rolled his eyes, his lips twisting into a satisfied grin. As much as Sehun hated Youngho’s teasing, it was unavoidable. Youngho was younger than Sehun by only a year, but more often had he acted like an older brother to Sehun. Every time Sehun felt the urge to clout Youngho, he stopped himself and reminded himself of their history together.

The two had met years ago when both of their families had moved to Hawaii. There, by some mockery of fate, they ended up becoming lovely neighbors and, not long after, watched a friendship bloom. The two had grown up together and, when the hypothesis of a college education started to sprout amidst an irate family conversation, they decided the wisest decision would be to start saving money for it. Of course, for that, they would need a job.

Youngho had been the one to suggest lifeguarding. Sehun had rejected the idea at first, the mere idea rebarbative to his ears, but then realized the benefits of spotting bodacious women everyday was worth the torturous hours under the scalding sunlight. The two had gone through training together and Sehun had the worked his way up to chief—though no one was exactly sure how, because he did absolutely nothing. Johnny was placed as his second in command, though he was by far a better lifeguard.

Youngho was built tall and strong, an excellent swimmer—especially in dangerous waters. In fact, he was able to swim like a professional competitor past arduous swells. He was no doubt the fittest lifeguard on the beach and, if someone must say, one of the best looking. Besides being a lifeguard, he had other hobbies: paddle boarding, playing the piano, and even being a DJ late Saturday nights. Youngho was also an extremely intelligent student, excelling in his studies and receiving offers to prestigious universities; he had no money to attend any however. Frankly, he was well rounded—but that was hard to believe due to his outrageously disheveled appearance.

“Hansol, can you go get him?” Sehun called to another lifeguard. He pinned the duty onto another, annoyed and refusing to face Taeyong—because, without hesitation, he would smack the back of his head with a blunt object. “He’s working the high crowd area today and I can’t replace him with Johnny.”

Hansol, another tall and handsome lifeguard nodded, already racing up the slope.

Sehun looked over his shoulder and yelled, “And if he refuses, tell him I will personally come to beat his ass!”

As a response, Hansol waved him off as he made his way to his convertible. If the boy had been annoyed by the task, he sure did not let it show through his peaceful expression. Silently, the chief thanked that there were still responsible workers under his service.

Sehun turned back around and let out an exasperated sigh. “Alright boys, time for the assignments. All of you are working at your regular stations.” He flipped through his papers before looking towards Youngho. “Seo, I’d like to say welcome back, but I wish you weren’t back.”

“My leg is fine, Sehun,” he guaranteed, impassive as he flashed him a thumbs up.

Sehun scoffed and everyone around shook their heads at the boy’s stubbornness. “I don’t give a damn,” the chief threw back, “I’m putting you here, because it’s less crowded and I don’t need you to fuck it up again after you’ve just recovered.”

Youngho let out a deep, annoyed breath. He had been out for almost four months with a broken leg after falling while hiking up diamond head, which was one of the longest and taxing hiking paths known to the island. Taeyong had been there at the scene, having a heart attack as he saw his friend slip off the edge and disappeared from his sight. In fact, Taeyong thought he had lost a dear friend to the point he was on the verge of tears.

Sehun, on the other hand, had been at the beach on duty only to have discovered three days later what had happened. He had been furious at the two for not notifying him and, up to this day, he still held a grudge towards Youngho for being too stupid to report the accident.

“Yes, sir,” Youngho agreed glumly, running a hand through his onyx hair.

With a sigh, he moved on with his speech, “Alright boys, you’re all dismissed. Drink enough water and don’t let anyone drown.”

A collective ‘okay’ was heard and, soon after, the lifeguards headed towards their designated spots.

Youngho picked up his backpack, shaking off what little sand clung to the bottom of the grey canvas. He strode towards the tower, Sehun following behind, and once he arrived, he tossed the bag onto one of the lone chairs, followed by his windbreaker. He rifled around in his backpack for his sunglasses, placing the gold aviators on his head when he found them like it was a lost treasure.

Sehun plopped down in the other seat, placing his feet onto the wooden counter, the beige coating chipping away. He looked up at the younger boy and motioned for him to sit. Youngho followed, situating himself down next to him, a pair of binoculars resting just in front of the desk.

“Pass them to me.” Sehun stuck out his hand, gesturing to the black object.

Youngho handed them over as he rolled his eyes. “Are you looking for babes?” he provoked.

Sehun smirked. “I’m always on babe watch.”

“And you give Taeyong shit for picking up girls,” Youngho muttered under his breath, creating a lighter atmosphere for the two friends.

Sehun shrugged, yawning as he said, “He’s different—he doesn’t get his shit done.”

Youngho reached for the small stack of papers on the counter, leafing through them to see if any paperwork needed to be finalized. There was not much other than a few reports that needed to be signed. Consequently, he tossed them aside before turning his attention back the extension of the beach.

People had begun to arrive. Early morning risers had come to catch the surf and families wanting a decent spot had begun to take their places upon the beach. Luckily, this stretch of the place was usually vacant, as most strayed away from those stormy waters, other than surfers who liked the decent waves it provided. That day, however, the water seemed choppier than usual, most likely due to the wind that was beginning to flow in like uneven cascades. Youngho gazed between the ocean and the visitors, tapping his fingers against his chair, boredom present in his expression.

Youngho’s mind wandered beyond the radiant horizon. He missed being out in the water. Having been stuck at home for four months had been dull; his body ached to feel the cool sea that was a mere two yards from his home. Youngho had grown up in the water, learning to paddleboard and surf with his parents shortly after he moved in the third grade. When he grew older, he spent many nights in high school, frequenting the beach on weekends — staying late till the stars took over the night sky and the warm laughs of his friends filled the vacant space.

The ocean water had always put the boy at ease, even in its most dangerous state. There was something enchanting about watching the wide blanket of pure azure roll onshore, then off. Maybe it was the way the sun captured and reflected its glory, or the calming effect of the salty sea breeze. Youngho had never been scared of the sea, and would never be—after all, that was what made him an excellent lifeguard, always willing to do what he could to make the ocean a safe place for others.

As Youngho was lost in his thoughts, Sehun popped the bubble of Youngho’s reverie.

“Oh, that brunette is cute!” The thoughts faded away when he heard Sehun’s ecstatic voice. Sehun sounded as if he had been searching for a breathtaking woman for eons, and only recently had she arrived—like searching for water in a parched desert. His companion mumbled a disinterested hm, paying no attention to the girl Sehun was observing. “She’s got a friend, really pretty as well. They must be from the mainland.”

“I’m gone for four months and you still haven’t changed,” he sighed, taking a sip from his water bottle.

Sehun chuckled lightly. “Did you really expect me to?”

Youngho shrugged, knowing all too well that his friend would always remain the same: greasy, lazy, and immature—fresh like the way they first met. The two sat inside, still observing the strangers taking up the space on the sand. Some were simply relaxing and tanning, while others zipped up their wet suits—ready to catch the waves that were beginning to grow taller.

The two life guards slipped into a brotherly banter soon after—Sehun asking how Youngho’s leg was, and Youngho making remarks about Sehun’s shameless attempts to hit on the women of the beach. They briefly chatted about college and their future, also making comments on how slow the day was, even if it was just the morning. From the looks of it, even on the other sections of the beach, there were still less of a crowd than usual.

Youngho rose from his chair, placing his hands on the dated counter. “Slow day isn’t it Sehun?”

“I think it’s because of the weather.” Sehun’s eyes shot towards the gloomy sky, now beginning to be taken over by clouds. “Don’t worry about it, we haven’t had a day like this in a while,” he looked back towards the beach, still determined to spot the hotties. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get some idiot who drowns today, then you can go fix your boredom.”

Youngho rolled his eyes at Sehun’s words, still itching for the feel of the water.

The road waved along through town, towering hotels and a plethora of condos on either side, both flying by as you zipped along in your black jeep. The windows were rolled down to let the sea breeze drift through, mingling with the faint beat of a loved song that came from the stereos. Traffic was sparse today, many staying inside or choosing to go hiking instead. The cooler weather brought fear to many; the hypothesis of a soon-to-come rain causing for people to stray away from the beachside.

You veered by your normal turn breezily, instead on the lookout for a new one. The GPS had told you to go down the road for a few more miles, and so you followed, excited to venture to a new location, hoping to compare if it would be better than your current—if it was possible.

Frequenting Hawaii was something you tried to do twice a year. One trip to Oahu and the other to Maui, both two of your favorite places; Maui, in your mind, was far better, but the latter held a special place in your heart as well, for it was where you had first experienced the ocean, the warm waters exciting you as you stepped foot in the calm sea.

From that day on, you had always begged your parents to take you back and they followed through, mostly because your dad managed to rack up enough points to vacation.

You pulled off the road when your GPS alerted you to, parking in one of the many vacant spots in the lot. It seemed like there really was such few people today from what you could see, other than the lifeguards and a group of surfers now attempting to catch a few waves.

You slipped out of your car, grabbing your tattered blue backpack. The bag had seen much better days, but after years of lying in the sun and being hit by waves, it was a miracle it was still stitched together. Though, you would be lying if you said you did not need a new one. You slipped the straps over your arms before you began to untie your clean ivory board off the roof rack. You pulled the black paddle out of the back seat and set off towards the ocean, a bright smile now upon your face.

The fine grains of sand sneaked their way in between your toes and onto your flip flops as you made your way onto the beach, searching for a secluded spot where you could later relax in serenity. You passed the shabby lifeguard tower, two tall men exiting just as you made your way to the side of the beach, the opposite place of where the group of rambunctious surfers had set their belongings. You stuck your board in the sand, tossing the paddle next to it before you laid out your brightly colored towel. Your backpack and shoes followed, now the only thing remaining on you was your simple white bikini top and your wet suit that hung around your hips.

The waves look alright today. I think it should be safe enough for now, you thought, eyes wandering across the ocean and surveying the wide landscape. The waves had yet to become too choppy and crowded. Other than the surfers and paddleboarders, only two families occupied the water—one with three kids and the other with just one small son. You gripped your board and paddle, confidently making your way into the water.

Sehun poked Youngho’s arm, mischievously smirking. Youngho returned the gesture with raised brows as he looked at his friend, eyes wide with confusion. Sehun’s head gestured towards his left, causing Youngho to scan the area Sehun was motioning too.

He let out an ‘Ah’ before turning back to his friend, smirking as he rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. He returned his eyes back to the stunning girl who had just walked past the two. He followed her movements, not taking his gaze off of her until she sauntered into the water.

He frowned. “I’ve never seen her here before. She’s not a local is she?” he questioned.

Sehun shook his head, closely watching the paddleboarder as she hoisted herself onto her board, sitting on her knees as she paddled out deeper into the sapphire water. “She’s definitely not a local, but it looks like she far from a beginner.” He lifted his black shades to further observe her fluid actions. “She must frequent the ocean a lot if she’s going out in this weather.”

Youngho shrugged, unable to find anything wrong with situation, but he knew what Sehun meant. At any moment the waters could turn dangerous, leading to a causality, which none of them wanted to deal with.

“Who knows, maybe she’ll drown and you can show off your sick skills, broski.”

Youngho laughed at Sehun’s comment; it was not an everyday occurrence for his juvenile humour to slip out. “I’m sure that expertise of hers will save herself.”

“I’m just saying.” Sehun chortled, throwing his hands up in the air as if he was defeated.

The two boys continued to observe, but only for a few more minutes before they turned their focus to the rest of the beach. Youngho smiled as he saw a young boy, possibly only two or three, being led out to the water, each parent holding one of his chubby hands. The scene reminded of him of when he first experienced the water.

He watched the child cautiously approach the ocean, dumbfounded when the cool liquid touched his feet. The boy produced a wide grin, smiling with joy towards his parents who tittered in response.

“Reminds me of me,” Youngho announced to Sehun, pointing towards the child.

“You were fatter, weren’t you?” a snicker came from Sehun, who received a glance from Youngho. “I’m just kidding, but you’re still quite fat, you know that right?”

Sehun received a rather strong hit on the arm. “You know you’re still quite sleazy, right?” Youngho muttered just loud enough for him to hear.

“I should hit you for that,” he challenged, raising his fist. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching, lowering it when he saw two figures jogging towards them. He motioned to Youngho, “Taeyong’s here.”

“You should hit Taeyong instead of me.” Youngho chuckled, and Sehun could only agree with him.

Today should have been spent indoors with a warm cup of tea and a battered paperback, but by the time you were yards from shore, there was no point of return. In fact, the moment you had gotten into your car had cemented your strong urge to venture to the ocean.

You sat on your legs, your paddle gently connecting with the water with every push as you made your way further and further away from the shore. You gazed at the horizon just beyond, feeling a sense of tranquility. It had been months since you had last felt this calm and there was no better way to feel so than to relax on your board, the deep blue surrounding you on all four sides.

You continued, now changing directions as you began to paddle parallel to the shore. You observe those on land, the people looking like small dots as they stood on the beige sand. You squinted in hopes to catch sight of the two lifeguards you had seen earlier. They were now talking to two others, who were no doubt just as handsome. You smirked, not the least surprised that the beach patrol was made up of only good-looking men.

The wind beginning to pick up snapped you from your distractions. You looked around, noticing the waves increasing in size and now becoming less calm. You hesitantly stood up, rooting your feet as much as you could to the board, now becoming slippery as the waves lapped against it. There was no room for errors, because one small slip and you would be pulled under.

To say you were not afraid would be a lie. If anything, it was not precisely fear, but more of being cautious. It had only been a few summers ago when your life had flashed before your eyes and you were not about to experience almost drowning once again.

You had always been taught how to be safe in the water, meaning you were enrolled in extensive swimming lessons and when you had first learned paddle boarding, your parents made sure to engrain the knowledge of how to survive the ocean in your mind.

Your paddling now began to get faster to turn yourself towards the shore. You took quick, but long movements, cutting the onyx paddle through the water. You were far from done, but you wanted to make sure you were not too far from the shore in case any real issue arose.

Now your eyes were trained on the family you had seen just before you had entered the water. The father was holding onto a green inflatable tube, while the mother stood on the shore with her camera, capturing the beautiful moments between father and son. The little boy in the green tube splashed about happily, not a single worry in his mind. Children were naive beings who knew nothing, but happiness.

Your hair blew over your face now that the wind continued to speed up, causing the waves to become more and more violent, threatening to knock you off if you were not careful. You focused your eyes on the beach, now realizing it might be the right time to return to safety, for you did not want to be swallowed by any waves. You glanced around, noticing the only others in the ocean where the local surfers, who seemed too calm, but they enjoyed the thrill of large waves.

But while they remained tranquil, there was panic back near the beach. The cries for help made you whip your head around, eyes rapidly darting to the green tube now floating lonely in the strong waves, far from the father who was attempting to swim against the current, desperate to find his son, and the mother who was hysterically crying out to the lifeguards.

You continued to assess the situation, remaining calm as you searched for the boy, heavy breaths coming out harshly. There was no time to panic, but there was also no time to stay still. You desperately paddled towards the inflatable, hoping you could spot the child. A brief moment of relief washed through your body when you saw a head poke out of the water, only to be shattered when it disappeared under the waves.

There would be no way the lifeguards would reach the boy in time, meaning you were the nearest option of rescue. Your knees hit your board knowing it would be quicker to travel kneeling that standing, attempting to balance your weight against the brutal waves. Your movements were sharp and long, the only thing on your mind was the child. You craned your neck, still hoping to catch glimpses of the boy as you neared the tube. If you had waited for him to resurface, you would have lost precious time, so instinctively abandoned your board, diving straight into the cool blue.

If you could have one wish at that moment you wished for light, because although Hawaii waters were somewhat clear in the sun, your vision was dark as you attempted to navigate the area. Your head poked through the surface as you breathed in deeply before you plunged back down, swimming towards the direction you had last seen the boy. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, causing you to become anxious, for you had never been in a situation like this before.

And, just when you were beginning to become frustrated, you saw a dark figure floating still just a few feet away. Arms stretching out towards the figure, your feet kicked hastily against the forceful tides, propelling your way through the thickness of the salty water. At last, you reached the boy and took him in your arms with endless alleviation; ignoring how deeply your lungs fought for the deprived air.You just about ran out as your broke through, coughing slightly from excess water that had managed to find it's way into your mouth. You struggled to swim back to your board, collapsing against on the edge after you hoisted the boy on top. Fighting against the fatigue that came after the current of adrenaline, you placed your own weight upon the object, a new destination in mind: the solace of the sand.

As quickly as you could you swam towards the shore, legs tiring, but not faltering as you kicked them faster. When you reached the shallow waters you jumped off with no hesitation, fighting your way back onto the sand as you trudged through the water, the boy limp in your arms. You collapsed onto the ground out of breath as one of the lifeguards from earlier took the child to perform CPR.

A breath of relief came from your mouth as you heard the kid cough up water, his parents crying out in joy. Your head hit the sand, your arms sprawled out and your hair a tangled wet mess. Your shut your eyelids, taking in slow breaths. It hadn't even been that intense of a rescue, yet you felt beyond exhausted.

"Do you need CPR too, miss?" a deep voice asked.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, squinting to see who was towering above you. You sucked in a breath at the sight. The man above that was casting his own penumbra over your frame had soft ebony locks that gently hung around his face and perfect petal lips. His bronze skin and his toned arms with prominent veins running down his forearms were a sight to behold. Is this what God looks like? You pondered, stunned at the breathtaking mien of the individual.

"Miss, are you okay?" he questioned again, now squatting down to get a closer look at you.

You muttered a few inaudible words, only for him to raise a brow for the lack of comprehension. He held out a hand, though it took you a few extra seconds to process the gesture, and you placed your own in his, allowing him to help you sit up. You said a quiet 'thanks' before dusting off the sand that clung to every inch of your skin. The man observed you with kind eyes, waiting to speak again.

He cleared his throat. "I'm Youngho." He paused, but you continued to look down, to shy to bring your eyes to his. "I should thank you for doing my job for me, but I'm a bit jealous."

You let out a snort. "You're jealous you didn't get to save someone from death?" You looked up, still dumbfounded by his allure. "I just did what anyone would do. Besides you wouldn't have gotten there in time."

"No, I probably wouldn't have, but it's my job. I'm trained to assist and save." You caught the slight bit of annoyance in his voice, but you let it slide. He was correct in the sense that he was supposed to save those in trouble, but you stood by your facts that he would not have reached the boy in time.

You shrugged, turning away. A tiny smile danced on your lips as you saw mother and father embrace their son, refusing to let him go. They made their way over, showering you with an abundance of ‘thank yous’. The father crying over how she would be unable to live with himself if their child had actually drowned and the mother stating you were a gift sent from God. You were too exhausted to properly handle the situation, but assured them that you had just done what needed to have been done.

"I've never seen you before," Youngho stated.

You turned back, giving him a grin. "I'm not local, this is the first time I've come to this beach." You steadily rose from the ground, a hand raising to your forehead as you attempted to steady yourself from feeling dizzy. Youngho following suit, reaching out in case you collapsed back to the ground. "But it's not the first time on the island. I've been frequenting this place since I was five."

Youngho nodded his head. “Ah, I see.” e made his way over to your lone board and paddle. Easily picking them up, he followed you as you made your way back to the belongings. You peeled off your wet suit, throwing it on top of your sandy towel, grains flying from the gust of air.

"Oh," you began, "I'm Y/N." You were not exactly sure why you felt the need to introduce yourself, but you saw no harm in doing so, especially after he had done the same to you.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Sorry that your first experience here was intense." Youngho laughed.

You smiled back, ready to continue the conversation, but another lifeguard called out to him. Youngho scratched the back of his neck as he looked at you apologetically. "Ah, I think lunch is here,” he commented with certain despondency, “I'll see you around?" he asked, almost hopeful at the idea.

You nodded, your lips curling into a stupid grin as you watched Youngho jog off towards the rest of the lifeguards. You heart sped up, excitement flowing through your body. You could not wait to see the lifeguard again.

Maybe you were bored, maybe you were unsatisfied with your last venture. Perhaps you needed an excuse to see Youngho again. Whatever it was—no doubt it was to see Youngho—you found yourself back at the ocean’s edge, your foot propped on top of your board to keep it steady and your paddle in hand.

After your rescue work you had left to grab some lunch and have a quick snooze in the back of your jeep before you made your way back down to the beach. Discarding your wetsuit this time, you displayed your muted tangerine bikini bottoms that fit your figure nicely, in hopes Youngho would catch a glimpse. Besides that, your wet suit was covered in sand and you had a substantial desire to wash it.

Making your way back into the water, you strode against the waves until you began to tread, rapidly dipping your body into the ocean before you hauled yourself onto the board. With your scull ready you stood up and began paddling out, determined to relax your second time on the ocean.

The weather, however, was not any better and instead you would have felt more relaxed if you had stayed on land, lying down on a warm towel. But there you were, your hair drenched with grains of sand clinging onto some locks, and plastered against your face and neck. The waves gently splashing against your board, mist from the sea cooling your body.

To your right the same group of surfers you had seen earlier were daringly taking on the breakers that curled as they rapidly grew larger by the foot. You watched with steady eyes and a focused mind, slightly frightened by the height of the expeditious combers. Nonetheless, you continued, once again making sure you were parallel to the sand, venturing in the opposite swell of the surfers.

You swiped away the hair that stuck to your face, squinting as the mist from the waves blinded your vision ever so slightly and stinged your two orbs from the haze salt. The weather appeared like it was not going to uplift at any given moment, but, remaining with high hopes, you advanced farther. Almost mindlessly and with an expert arm, you were digging your paddle into the water, the blade of it completely covered by the sea until it hit the shoulder, and your torso was slightly turning. You unwinded your body like it was a twist and dragged the paddle past the choppy ocean, the heaving water uneasy and disrupting your flow.

You lost your flux for a perfunctory moment and struggled to collect your composure. Batting your eyes upwards, it was prominent that the erudite choice would be to paddle back to the shore or remain by the white water until the weather cleared, for there were nothing but grey clouds covering the scintillating rays of the brilliant sun. A large penumbra began to cast over the entire coast, enveloping it as if a blanket were to cover the entire land, and you swallowed your breath.

Winds began to get harsher and the mist started to slap onto your skin rather than kissing it. Hell, as much as you were an expert and craved to go out for another set, you needed to get back onshore for safety. Your head turned left and right in search of other locals that occupied the beach, but they were all by the white water, taking a break from the raging swells.

Raising your arm and bringing the paddle to the other side, you attempted to prompt a turn. It would have been successful if it was not for the strong gust of wind that had arrived, distorting your momentum. Your paddle became unsteady in your grasp and almost flew out of your weak grip. Consequently, you reached out for it desperately, but rather than saving your paddle and yourself, both crashed right into the water.

Your board was placed off its equanimous balance from one foot perceptibly in front of the other, and with a slip it skidded out from your weight and made its way towards the sky. With a narrowing gaze on your board, your arms reached out to grab onto it as if the mere action would successfully save you from the harsh landing — to no avail. Before your paddle board even gained its speed to head back down onto the sea, your body was rapidly cased by the irate ocean.

Your eyes clamped shut as your frame was buried under the thick mass of water, your limbs and locks flying free before you comprehended the situation. Your breath was being held in your chest and cheeks were diminutively puffed; the impact of the rolling waves still weighing down on your reflexes. Stuck by panic, you started to move your arms with unbearable force, battling against the undertow of the upcoming storm.

You could barely move.

Your arms tried to cut their way underneath the dense sea, but with your limbs feeling weak as if threads were holding them back, the ocean felt impenetrable like you were fighting inside a viscous substance. Opening your eyes by a few centimeters, you were able to make out the remaining bits of the light that was casted by the shielded sun, completely fuzzy through the dispersion of the tempestuous waves. Frantically, you started to swim towards the sky, hands hopelessly grabbing onto the light rays as if it would pull you towards safety from the acute situation.

For a mere second, you thought you would not make it. As your chest started to spasm in a never ending search for air, your throat grew tighter, pulsating in the compass of your rapid heartbeat. You needed to breathe, but the sea was pulling you under.

Until, at last, the undertow receded.

It took a series of quick kicking and fast movement, but your hand finally made its way to the surface. Soon after, your head met the cool wind and, as you opened your mouth and inhaled what you could of the salty air, you thought you had found your solace. Yet, it was ruined all too soon: the very second you gasped for breath, all your could hear was the roar of the waves, and the water crashing down on you once again.

The salty ocean filled your lungs, and burned your esophagus; your throat tightening as you gasped for air without thinking: it was instinctive. You could feel your chest tightening and your nose blocked, almost as if someone’s hand was smothering you, the cold fingers of death ready to take you away. Around you, the water began to feel abnormally warm, comforting your limp body as, at last, your limbs gave up fighting against the merciless currents that pulled you towards the deep sandy ground.

It all went by in a matter of seconds, but it felt unbearably long for you. There were no oxygen, no energy — no light to be seen though the rampageous waves. Your mind began to go blank, your vision blurring shortly after and, as cool blue began to fade away, bringing peace to your soul, you let out a small smile of relief before your vision faded to black.

Youngho had seen you go under the weight of the water, and in fact he knew that something drastic like this would have happened, for anyone with a sane mind would not have gone back out in this weather. He had observed you since you had stepped back onto the beach, shedding your wetsuit, and more than eagerly paddled out into the deep blue. But the moment he had seen the water overwhelm your board, he realized that you would be in grave danger.

He nearly knocked over his half eaten chicken katsu, a favorite of his, frantically sprinting towards the shoreline, yelling at Sehun to keep his eye on you. The older lifeguard obliged, hastily reaching for his binoculars, focusing in on your figure, now hectically paddling for shore. Youngho reached the end of the sand, the cool waves nipping at his feet, wet sand pushing it’s way in between his toes. His gaze scanning the horizon for you and there in the exact moment he spotted you, a wave engulfed your body.

His gasped, his heart beating rapidly as he waited for you two pop up again, yet it felt like hours had passed by for you had yet to resurface. He called out to Hansol, summoning him. The lanky ink haired lifeguard was by his side in no time and had discard his windbreaker and hat. The two ran down the beach, the sight breathtaking, but at this moment the two could have cared less about appearances as they made their way to the life boat, pushing it into the water with as much strength they could muster.

Hansol started the engine up, Youngho perched at the front, still keeping his eyes trained on where he had last seen you. As the two boys sped closer to your location, there was a breath of hope as he saw your hand break through the surface followed by your head, until another wave came down, sinking you into the gloomy waters. Youngho felt a pang in his chest, silently muttering to himself that you would be okay.

It made him wonder, why did this rescue feel more important to him than others? Of course it was his duty to ensure the safety of those in the water, but he would feel guilty if he had let you drown on his beach; hell, his life would be over. Maybe it was because you looked so pure and beautiful the last time he saw you; his attraction to you was the reason behind it, instead of just your overall safety, just like any other human that stepped onto his beach. He shook his head, cursing that Sehun has joked about you drowning, overlooking the idea into thought that you would actually be in trouble.

Youngho removed his jacket, followed by his shirt to which Hansol inwardly rolled his eyes, but he only slowed down the boat, cutting the engine when they neared your location. Your overturned board and paddle were retrieved by Hansol, who carefully steadied the boat as Youngho dove into the ocean. He swam below the waves, careful not to get trapped by the currents. Soon he spotted your limp body, looking deathly tranquil.

Hansol helped Youngho lift you onto the boat, before he hauled himself up, holding you closely in your arms. The other lifeguard started the engine, now heading back towards the shoreline, continuing to glimpse back in hopes Youngho had revived you. Once the watercraft reached the beach Youngho collapsed onto the damp sand, your body pale from the lack of oxygen.

Sehun and Taeyong hurried over, watching with concerned eyes as they saw their friend nearly have a panic attack when you showed no signs of response.

“Come on, dammit,” Youngho yelled, pressing on your chest repeatedly. He pinched your nose as he brought his lips onto yours, blowing air into your mouth. He repeated the process several times, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. It was becoming hopeless and Youngho felt his eyes begin to water.

Miracles were apparent, for you began to cough, spitting the excess water from your lungs. Youngho frantically helped you sit up, breathing a sigh of relief as you continued to hack up the salt water, followed by throwing up onto the sand next to you. Your throat was on fire as you took in breaths of air, your vision still foggy. Your body was aching and you head was pounding. You attempted to sit up again, but once again your vision turned to ink and your head hit the ground.

Youngho sat in his chair, his elbow propped up on one of the armrests, his head lay against his hand. He breathed softly as he watched your snoozing figure, curled up in a faded towel. It had been two hours since you had been revived and you had instantly passed out after vomiting out all fluids from your body. Youngho watched as you squirmed slightly, nearly hitting your head against one of the shelves set in the back of the tower.

Your eyes began to open, the light blinding you so you held up a hand to block the soft rays that poured in through the window. Your head felt heavy, your mouth parched, and your throat still stung.

A gentle voice flowed through your ears, catching you by surprise. “How do you feel?”

You peered through the cracks of your fingers, your vision focusing on the person who sat before you. “Youngho?” you asked, attempting to sit up.

He rushed to you, kneeling down as he helped steady you, one hand on your lower back, the other on your shoulder.

“What am I doing here?” you questioned, still not registering the events that had happened just hours before.

He sat, letting you rest against his chest, but you peered up, locking eyes with his. “You almost died.” He quietly said, unsure if it was the correct way to start the conversation. “You almost drowned, but we managed to get there in time.”

The dam had broken so suddenly and a waterfall of tears streamed from your eyes. You buried your head into the lifeguard’s chest, your hands bunching at his jacket. Youngho froze, completely caught off guard by your sudden outburst, unsure of how to respond. You had just almost drowned, but he did not think your reaction would be like this.

“Y/N, it’s okay, you’re okay,” He comforted, hesitantly patting your back. “You’re safe now.”

You continued to cry on, still overwhelmed by the fact you had almost died and somehow the handsome lifeguard had saved your life. Was this a dream? Had you already died? This could not have possibly been real.

Your breathing began to calm, the tears beginning to slow. Youngho still held you in his strong arms, as if he had no intention of letting you go. You looked up, catching his eyes in yours, “Thank you.” You muttered almost too softly.

Youngho gave you a small squeeze, a gesture of comfort, of just saying he was doing his job, yet there was so much more. He could never know he almost had a heart attack when he witnessed the wave swallow you or when he almost cried at the thought of you not waking up.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you simply said, drying your eyes.

Youngho smiled down at you, wrapping his arm tighter around your shoulder. “How about we have Sehun bring us some food.” He reached for his cell, quickly sending a message to his partner. “I mean, you know,” he stammered, “as comfort food.”

Your voice still quiet, yet much less scared, replied, “I’d like that.” You let out a gentle smile, assuring him of his faint worries. “I’d like that a lot.”

After your near death experience four days ago, you had yet to leave the comforts of your rental home, curled up on the couch in a soft cream blanket. As much as you wanted to leave the house, both your mental and physical state were quite low; you chest still felt tight and your throat still stung. You had nightmares each night, all causing you to wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Youngho had sent you occasional texts checking up on you, yet you declined every offer he made to come over in order to check up on your state. It was not because you did not want to see him, or that you were ungrateful for him rescuing you; but you were too embarrassed by the situation to face him; had felt so dumb for even venturing back into the ocean when the signs were clear you should not have.

Your head perked up, eyes peering over the back of the couch at the sound of the doorbell: there was a dark shadow behind the frosted glass door. You waited, observing if the visitor would ring the bell again, and he did. A faint grumble escaped your mouth as you shrugged the blanket to the floor, plodding over. You tugged at the stainless steel handle, the door swinging back effortlessly to reveal the handsome lifeguard.

Youngho held a bouquet of brightly colored flowers in one hand and his other resting in the pocket of his tattered light washed jeans. He smiled sheepishly, awkwardly presenting the bunch of flowers to you. You responded by thanking him, gently receiving the flowers, a small grin sat on your face. As much as you wanted to be by yourself you invited him inside, the two of you settling into the couch, facing one another.

He was the first to speak. “How have you been?” he questioned with concern evident in his tone.

You shrugged, unsure how to respond, for you really were not feeling all that better, though seeing him after a few days had made your spirit rise by just a bit, “I could be better.” You repositioned yourself to feel more comfortable. “How do you know where I live?”

Youngho scratched his neck, an ‘ah’ slipping from his pale lips. “I managed to ask someone at the hospital the other day.” He shook his hands in front of him, his eyes wide. “Please don’t think I’m stalking you or anything. I just wanted to come check up on you, really.” He paused for a moment. “I’ve actually been really worried and I wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do,” he said softly.

“It’s okay, I understand your concern.” Your eyes lowered to focus on your hands as you intertwined your fingers. It was still incredibly unbelievable: drowning from recklessness, meeting Youngho, and having him by your side comforting you. An outlandish feeling overcame your heart, rendering you unsure on what to prompt next. Do you two remain in the roomy quietude, allowing it to lapse? Or should you commence a series of questions. Whatever it was that you ached to do, Youngho beat you to it with an inquiry.

“I also wanted to ask you a question, and please don’t feel pressured or anything.” He was beginning to ramble, outrageously nervous. “I know you’re still pretty drained and it’s actually really dumb for me to ask this. And I’m not sure why I even came here to ask you this, because it should have just been me coming to make sure you were okay. Also, you’re probably wondering why I care so much and I’m not sure, but if it’s weird-”

“Youngho.” You raised a hand, a giggling flowing from your lips. “Just ask the question.”

Youngho muttered a small apology before continuing on, “There’s a bonfire tonight. It’s sort of a monthly thing we do — my friends, not the lifeguards — and I was curious if you wanted to accompany me?” Youngho remained quiet, waiting for your answer.

For him it had been a chance to ask and he took it, though he was extremely positive that you would say no. But not because you did not like him, but because you were simply too exhausted and far from placid to step foot on the beach in such a short amount of time.

“I’ll go,” Your statement was straightforward: a yes.

Youngho’s eyes grew larger, his expression a combination of astonishment and exuberance. “Really? Okay, um wow. I didn’t actually expect you to say yes.”

The two of you laughed, both actually dumbfounded by the answer. Youngho began to go off about how great tonight would be; the plethora of food and drinks, the company they would have, and the joy it would bring everyone after a stressful week. You agreed for Youngho to pick you up later, a small amount of excitement bubbling inside of you, for you had somewhat scored with the lifeguard. You began to dance in jocularity once he had drove off, while an enormous smile formed on your lips.

The clock showing it was almost ten o’clock in the evening had you nearly tripping down the stairs as your rushed to answer the front door, your lace-up sandals sloppily tied. You opened the door to greet Youngho with a bright smile, sucking in your breath at his simple, yet polished appearance. Navy shorts and a ivory crew neck, paired with white sneakers, it was enough to make you swoon. He had the same thought, for his eyes trailed down your figure, before he cleared his throat, breaking the spell that was causing the two of you to ogle at one another, “Ready to go?” he asked.

You nodded, quickly tightening the laces on your sandals before stepping outside into the warm Hawaiian air. Youngho rested an arm on your back, leading you to his car.

The drive to the beach was wonderful to say the least. The top of Youngho’s Mustang convertible been retracted, allowing for the breeze to pass through, the music from the radio mixing in with the sound of the wind. The two of you settled into a casual conversation of getting to know one another better. From Youngho moving to the island to your first encounter with the water, of course he discussed how he had become a lifeguard, and you explained your history with paddle boarding. The two of you felt comfortable around one another.

Youngho pulled to the side of the road, opening your door to help you exit. He held out his hand and you without hesitation took it, the two of you now sauntering down to the sand, just a little late to the party.

Down at the beach there were other lifeguards present. Some you had met before: Hansol, Sehun, and Taeyong. And others you had not; one named Yuta who was so blatantly flirting with you and one much younger, who even though was in college still looked like a high schooler, his name being Sicheng. There were quite a number of others there, most likely friends or girlfriends of the boys, but you had little interest in making new friends.

You turned to ask Youngho a question to find him gone, but he soon returned, his arm snaking it’s way through yours, beginning to pull you away from the crowd of people. The two of your strolled along shore, the waves barely missing your feet. When you were out of view from the crowd, he led you up the beach a little, gently pulling you down to the ground.

“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” You could hear the shyness in his voice.

You laid your hand on his, squeezing it lightly, “You’re just as handsome, if I say so myself.” you told the boy, who chuckled in response.

The two of you remained silent, neither one sure of who was supposed to speak or, in fact, what you were supposed to talk about. You finally took the initiative to continue the conversation.“I wanted to thank you.”

He elevated one eyebrow, “For?” questioned, taken aback by the sudden claim.

You looked Youngho in the eyes impeccably. “For saving me.” You shook your head. “I know it sounds really dumb because you were just doing your job, but I guess what I mean is thank you for rescuing me.”

Youngho’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so you could rest your head against his chest. The two of you looked up, watching in awe of the stars that shined bright above, “It’s a bit awkward to admit that I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” Youngho went quiet for a few seconds, wondering how to continue. “Don’t get angry at me for saying this, but I sort of had a hunch that something like this would happen, so I made sure to keep an extra eye on you.”

“How did you feel when you saw me go under?” You were not sure why you asked such a question.

The boy took a minute to respond, in disbelief that he was pretty much confessing his feelings for you. “I felt anxious, terrified. It felt like I was losing someone so close, which is crazy because we had just met.”

You craned your neck to glimpse at him. He noticed and peered down, a slight smirk plastered on his face. There was no hesitation for either of you as you twisted to kneel, wrapping your arms around Youngho’s neck. He advanced by weaving his arms around your waist, the two of you leaning in to one another. You felt the air around you heat up as you felt his soft lips connect with yours.

Humming in response, you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. After what felt like blissful hours, you both pulled away, both breathing in to regain air. You cheeks burned in embarrassment, your mind racing as you looked away in pure shock at what just occurred.

Youngho noticed and chortled. “Eager much?”

You responded by playfully slapping his arm before you hid your face in your hands.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarassed, Y/N.” He pulled you into a warm hug, squeezing you softly.

The two of you remained seated on the sand, gazing at the night sky that was incredibly brilliant and pellucid. You shivered when you felt the cool ocean breeze kiss your skin, a refreshing and familiar sensation that was home to you. Youngho wrapped his arms tighter around you in hopes to keep you warm, but he could still notice your discomfort. He promptly stood up, extending his hand to you. You grabbed onto his palm softly, allowing him to carry you up. He motioned to the guard tower and you followed, trudging through the sand as he led you to the tower. Playfulness was a word to describe the moment, for he kept on pushing you softly and pulling you back in to place a light kiss on your cheek.

The lifeguard tower was approaching, and soon it was perceptible under the bright effulgence of the moon. It was strange knowing that you were about to enter the lifeguard ensconcement; nonetheless, you let Youngho guide you through.The two of you climbed the short flight of stairs before reaching the door, the creaks breaking the silence that wrapped around you and the dashing lifeguard.

Youngho pushed at the opening, nothing but darkness filling up the compact room. “Sorry it’s a bit dark in here. We haven’t changed the lightbulbs yet.”

Ignoring his words, you took a glance around the cozy shack, watching Youngho as he searched for something specific. It was different than you imagined, way divergent from the movies you had seen. It was not as messy, but tidy; there was no foul scent of discarded uniform that was drenched by seawater, but fresheners. Soon, he produced a red windbreaker, the color standing out in your eyes prominently, from a lone steel cabinet, after draping it around your shoulders. You thanked him before situating yourself at the counter by leaning against the edge. He instead of standing next to you, plopped himself into one of the chairs, scooting it so he could be in front of you.

You cleared your throat to break the silence that was beginning to bug you. “I swear I’m not always that clumsy.”

“I was beginning to forget about it until you brought it up again.” He muttered, clearly annoyed that you were getting back to those same memories.

Embarrassed, you lowered your head. “Sorry, I just can’t keep thinking about it,” you said, hands fumbling the hem of Youngho’s jacket.

Youngho took a short breath, his head looking up in your direction. From the top of your eyes you could seem him staring at you. “About that? Or the fact we kissed?” A low chuckle came from the boy.

Your face grew hot, the urge to sink into the floor was high, but he was not wrong. The kiss was on your mind and there was no reason to pretend you had not enjoyed the lifeguard’s lips on your own, secretly hoping for round two.

His abrupt movements jolted you from your thoughts, catching you off guard as he stood just a few inches from you, his toned arms resting on the counter, trapping you in between. Youngho let out a small smile, leaning down, his forehead coming in contact with yours. His nose brushed against yours, lips just centimeters away from yours. He stayed still, waiting for your next move which happened rather quickly as you pressed your rosy lips against his, moving slowly, attempting to enjoy the motion. Your arms snaked around the nape of his neck, tugging him closer so the kiss could be deepened.

The taste of his lips was heavenly, a mixture of cheap beer and fruity chapstick — the smell of his cologne intoxicating, maxing your mind to a blank slate; your head was especially spinning. He too found pleasure in your scent, your floral perfume that swirled with the ocean salt drifting into his nose, making him ache for you even more.

He pulled away for a breath, allowing you to catch your as well before he bent down again, once again laying his irresistible lips against yours. You gasped in surprise as an arms wove around your waist, his touch radiating electricity through your veins. In one swift movement he lifted you onto the counter, never once breaking the kiss. One of his hands now rested on your thigh, the thumb slowly rubbing the exposed skin, craving to be touched.

You took a second to gather some air, for so much has been lost in a single kiss. Youngho bit his lip, unsure if he should continue, for he was so worried about making a mistake. He had only met you a few days ago and now he had found himself in his lifeguard tower, kissing a girl he had picked up from the beach — or more like rescued from the ocean. You saw the hesitation in his onyx eyes, sparkling with lust.

“Something wrong?” you asked, already knowing that he was contemplating whether or not to continue. In fact you were in the same position. How was it possible that you were kissing a lifeguard in a gloomy room and you had yet to even go on a proper date?

Youngho watched you run your tongue over your bottom lip, pondering if it was a signal for him to continue. “I’m a bit conflicted.” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a ‘urgh’.

Your hand reached for the one that hung by his side, drawing him back in. “I think we both know what we want.” Unlike before you were not shy stating this, for you knew he felt the same as you.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Then should we continue?” His voice lowered, his eyes darkening.

You could only mumble a ‘sure’ loaded with embarrassment before he kissed you again, his tongue now invading your mouth with no hesitation. Your own crashed against his, a moment of battle between the two of you.

His hand slowly made its way up your thigh, stopping right at the hem of your shorts, tugging at them ever so slightly, an indication he wanted them off. You broke the kiss, your fingers now fumbling with the button, while Youngho worked his lips at your jawline, pecking lightly and nipping a trail down your neck as your squirmed underneath him in attempt to shrug your bottoms off.

You somehow managed to lift yourself slightly off the counter to discard your shorts, Youngho who was still leaving kisses on your neck had now slipped his other hand under your blouse, his fingers making their way north. As much as you wanted to use your own hands on him, you could only grip onto the counter, taking in the insane amount of pleasure you were getting from the lifeguard's lips and hands. His fingers slipped under your thin bralette, a shiver running through you as his hand roamed over your breast, a light moan slipping from your lips.

And he did not stop there, he continued to gently suck on your neck, leaving small pecks in between. His other hand, the one that rested on your thigh had now inched its way up, his fingers faintly brushing up against your clothed core. Your legs closed slightly, your breath hitching at the contact. Youngho murmured something about how you were already wet, no doubt amused that his touch made you feel so weak under his control.

He slipped his hand from out under your blouse, now using that hand to part your thighs, holding on leg steady so you could not hide. You attempted to push against his hand, but you were no match for his strong hands gripped tighter. The tip of his index finger trailed over you, the movement almost too slow for your liking — you were aching for his fingers to enter you, but Youngho had other plans to take it slow. He continued to move his digit up and down, your panties damping. Just as you were about to cry out in annoyance for the boy to stop teasing you, his finger hooked itself around the elastic band, tugging your soaked garment off.

While Youngho’s digits found their way to your clit, your hands somehow managed to let go of the counter, tangling them in his now messy locks, tugging at them to draw him closer. A dark smile formed on his rosy lips as he returned to kissing your neck, his thumb and index pinching your clit lightly. Your head lowered, resting on the crook of the lifeguard’s neck. He let out a deep chuckle, as he pushed one finger in, a moan exiting your mouth in response.

Youngho enjoyed your reaction, feeling himself become harder at the sounds you were emitting — seeing how you writhed under his touch only made his member grow rigid, his desire growing at every small movement from your part. The feeling was amazing, tight, and hot; the necessity to be touched, pleasured, but he wanted this moment to be about you.

He inserted another into your entrance, a breathy ‘ah’ slipping from your lips. His fingers worked quickly, pumping in and out of you, your juices coating his digits completely. You were in pure bliss at this point, but the feeling was shattered when Youngho pulled out, a whine coming from you as you were left unsatisfied. Though, he knew very well what he was doing and you could not help but gasp as he dropped to his knees, now both hands settling on your inner thighs.

Your eyes found their way to his — the boy’s gaze hungry for your taste in such intense way that it made you feel weaker. He moved to spread your legs wider, his breath now hitting the skin of your inner thighs. His tongue connected with your clit, licking a long stripe up. A moan tore from your throat as he pushed his wet muscle in, circling your nub. Your hands latched onto his hair, pulling him closer. The lifeguard took your bud between his lips, sucking gently, the motion sending you over the edge as you continue to squirm in his grasp.

By now, a thin sheet of sweat had already coated your body, your hair now plastered to your neck and forehead. Your breathing was terribly shallow — you were pretty much panting at this point, and felt dizzy from the ridiculous amount of pleasure he was presenting you with such care. Youngho was beyond joy that you were delighting in every moment of what he was giving you, but he was beginning to crack: he needed his own release and he could not stand another second.

Eager, he took his mouth away from your dripping center. A whimper came from you in response, but Youngho ignored your cries. “I need to fuck you now,” he growled, impatient as ever.

You lazily nodded, still attempting to catch your breath. With one tug, you released the ties of your complicated sandals, the shoes dropping the floor; your shirt and bralette followed seconds later. You sat back as you watched Youngho remove his shirt — you were practically drooling at the sight of his sculpted torso. He kicked off his shoes, then proceeded to discard his shorts and boxers, the two pooling at his feet in one swift movement.

His cock smacked against lower stomach, making you inhale sharply, your mouth salivating at the delicious view. It was practically begging to be touched, to be pleasured, for it was so erect and twitching in agony.

The lifeguard inched closer to you, hooking one of your legs around his waist, the other bent as it rested on the counter. He pumped himself a few times, hissing when his hand came in contact with the sensitive tip — red, leaking with with precum. Youngho positioned himself in front of your entrance before he inserted his aching dick inside, a grunt leaving his mouth from the agonizing sensation as he filled you to the brim.

You moaned in response, throwing your head back, and your nails dug deeper into his shoulders that you now grasped tightly. “Y-Youngho…” you called out, voice trembling.

A mewl left your mouth as Youngho thrusted in and out; the sensation of his cock filling your tight pussy was euphoric. Youngho felt the same for he continued on, picking up speed as he slammed into you, “S-shit, Y/N. You feel so good,” was all that he could manage to blur out as he spread your legs wider, gaining more access to where he needed you so bad. He lowered his mouth to your neck, sucking all sorts of marks on your skin that was his canvas, now coated with a sheen of sweat.

You soon felt yourself reaching the edge: your body quivering, mind whirling, and your breaths becoming shallow. “I’m s-so close,” you panted, overwhelmed by each and every sensation of his body against your own.

Youngho, too, was becoming closer by the minute, and continued to sustain the profound movements, rapaciously marking your neck as he grunted against it. He picked up speed as he fervently thrusted faster into you, preparing to reach his state of jubilation. The heat in the room seemed to rise, sweat now dripping from his temples and down his neck, “F-fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna-” his sentence was cut short as he felt your aching pussy desperately clench around his sensitive cock.

A cry so loud emitted from your mouth as you felt yourself come undone within a couple more seconds. It happened so quickly, your mind was barely able to catch up because the fervid delirium had taken over. Your eyes clamped shut, body tensing as you were sent over the moon as you spilled your need onto Youngho. The lifeguard gave one more strong thrust before he pulled out, splashing his load onto your stomach. Warmth met your skin in the form of his opaque whiteness, and you felt it splatter on your skin in spurts.

He dropped your leg, leaving it hanging off the counter as he collapsed back into a chair, his chest heaving from the intensity he had just endured. You leaned back, letting your dampened back hit the cool glass. Your eyes lazily opened, your breaths still dense as you attempted to refill them with air. Youngho watched you with an exhausted look and tired eyes, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

           Youngho eventually caught his breath, pausing before he spoke. “That felt incredible,” he said slowly, completely drained from the sensation. He chuckled, slowly rising from his seat for you.

He lifeguard made his way over to your tired body, pulling you into a quick kiss before he helped you down from the counter. His hands rummaged through the cabinet in an attempt to find a clean towel, a curse slipping from his lips as he made a note to yell at Sehun to stop leaving week old towels inside. Somehow he managed to located a worn, but unsoiled rag. You caught the fabric that he tossed it to you, proceeding to wipe away the stickiness that rested on your abdomen. When you finished you passed it to him so he could too clean himself.

You found your shorts and panties under the counter, quickly pulling them up as you attempted to dress back up. Youngho tossed you your bralette and shirt as he zipped up his own pants, followed by throwing on his shirt. After the two of you finished dressing, you made your way out of the tower, the chilling ocean breeze hitting your still warm skin.

“You think the others will notice?” Youngho pondered, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him, giving him a small shrug. Your fingers intertwined with his as you both made your way down the stairs and onto the soft sand, “Let’s hope not.” was what you responded. Although the experience had truly been amazing, you would become far too embarrassed to enjoy its memories if any were to were to know about it.

The two of you strolled back to the crowd, now seated in a circle around the incandescent fire. Sehun and Taeyong sat next to each other in flimsy lawn chairs, while Hansol and Yuta were spread out across an array of colorful beach towels. As best as you could under such peculiar circumstances, the two of you attempted to be discreet seating yourselves on an empty blanket. You laid down, resting your head onto Youngho’s lap, who began to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

Sehun, who had seen the two of you enter, beamed brightly, “Did the two of you have fun?” questioned in clear amusement. Following his voice, a handful of snickers were heard, causing your face to heat up in sheer embarrassment.

“Did you give her mouth to mouth, Youngho?” Yuta howled. Next to him Hansol joined in, laughing.

You buried your face in your hands, whispering to Youngho. “Make them stop.”

Youngho tittered in response to your shyness, patting your head. “All I’ll say was it was more eventful than saving Y/N.” His lips forming into a smirk, earning a smack on his leg from you.

A collection of ‘ohs’ rang out from the crowd, others laughing and some just shaking their heads from Youngho’s smugness.

Though, the lifeguard was not wrong. Perhaps, you should almost drown more often.