#i almost! underestimated the beach wind again

[hiddenworldofmary]

saw the sea today and the weather was lovely

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Have you read Percy Jackson? Of so could you do Straw Hats x 12 year old Daughter of PJO! Zeus? Thank you for your time BTW

I have only read the first book so far, so please forgive me if this isn’t written correctly.

-You had been having fun, wind surfing when a gust gave you a boost that you had easily underestimated, easily taking off with you, pulling you far from shore, farther than you were used to.

-Luckily a ship had seen you catching your big air and when they saw you panicking, they were quick to pull up beside you and you were stunned when Luffy shot his arm down, stretching it like rubber, and fished you and your board out.

-You were a lot younger than they first believed, being a young teenager as Chopper and Nami both scolded you, checking you out for any wounds as you looked a little sheepish, “Thanks for saving me- I wasn’t anticipating getting blown out to sea.”

-Franky just ruffled your hair affectionately, “IT’s okay- you caught some SUPER air out there!!” you beamed, feeling proud of yourself as you stood.

-Robin then spoke, “Do you always wind surf alone?” you shook your head, “No I’ve got others- I’m just the most advanced so I can go out farther. My friends are all on the beach doing their own activities for camp.”

-Luffy looked like a big kid, “Camp? What kind of camp?” you puffed out your chest a little bit, “Demi-god camp! We’re all here to enjoy the fresh sea air!”

-Robin lifted a hand to her lips, a soft hum leaving her, “I think I’ve heard about that. Camp Half Blood, right?” you beamed up at her, nodding, “Yup- we all came here as it’s safer compared to our world, and our parents can still contact us if the need us.”

-As the ship started towards the shore, to drop you off, Zoro spoke up, “Why is your old world more dangerous?” you scratched the back of your head, looking a bit embarrassed, “Not too many like us demi-gods, like other gods who don’t have any kids. Take me for example, Hera hates me because I’m the kid of Zeus, product of yet another affair. Hera’s tried to kill me I want to say… four times now.”

-Eyes were bulged, hearing this, Jinbei knew of the gods, who could travel between worlds, which made sense of why you were able to as well, and he knew of Zeus and his escapades.

-Once back on shore the other members of the camp were excited to meet some actual pirates of this world, ones that wouldn’t attack them, as they were all willing to spend time with you and the other kids.

-Chopper was quite popular with the girls who gushed on how cute he was, while Franky had gotten the attention of most of the boys for being a robot.

-You helped Sanji prepare the massive barbeque, to celebrate new friends between you, your friends, and the Straw Hats, and he taught you some techniques when grilling meat.

-The Straw Hats stayed for a few days, offering to teach the kids new things, like Zoro taught them how to use swords in a more effective way, Robin taught them about history and Nami with geography, and Usopp loved teaching the archery class, finding it fun and easy.

-You were sitting beside Luffy and Brook, swinging your legs back and forth, enjoying seeing all of your friends having so much fun as Brook spoke up, “I got to meet Athena earlier, she’s quite the woman yohoho- she almost attacked me when I asked to see her panties.”

-You winced lightly for him, “Yeah it’s lucky you survived- Athena can be intimidating.” Luffy grinned, wanting to meet your parent and you laughed awkwardly, “Yeah… Zeus has so many kids, he probably doesn’t know I exist. He doesn’t really care about us kids- just getting laid.”

-Luffy leaned his head on top of yours, surprising you as he grinned, “We can always come back when you’re older, you can join my crew!”

-Your eyes were like stars, glittering so brightly, “REALLY?!” you cheered loudly, making Luffy laugh as he promised to come back to get you and you promised to get even better at your wind surfing so you wouldn’t need to be rescued again, making the two of them laugh loudly as you all celebrated the future.

[zarvasace]

Like so many others who have commented recently, I am loving your Disability LU AU. Just one question, do the others know Four can split yet? Do they know about Shadow?

About Shadow—Warriors knows, as per the story In Shadows.

About splits—short answer: Time knows, Sky knows, and Legend suspects due to his experience and how bad Four is at keeping secrets. Long answer:

Underestimating Hearing Aids

Gen, 1.8k words, Sky and Four! AO3 link here.

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Someone, Sky thinks as he stares out at the glassy, obsidian-black lake, has underestimated his hearing aids.

For a brief moment, he wonders if it's Four—he'd been gone when Sky took over from Warriors for watch just an hour ago, and that's a while for a bathroom break, but Sky won't make assumptions unless he hears a scream or sees smoke—before coming to his senses. 

He hears footsteps, and they make a wonderful crunching noise in the pine needles. Even if Four used his crutches, he would probably make a different sound. Hyrule has been teaching Sky a bit about listening for different gaits. Given the right conditions and focus, Sky can pick out Wind's uneven footsteps, Time's heavy ones, and the sound of Legend's cane. Four doesn't actually make footsteps, so his wheelchair is the easiest to differentiate, and Sky hasn't heard his crutches yet on this sort of ground, but he thinks it wouldn't sound so perfectly like boots. 

Sky keeps watching the reflection of the silvery half-moon ripple in the little mountain lake, testing himself. He can eliminate Wind, Time, and Four right off. It probably isn't Legend, since he'd be moving slower if he didn't use his cane. The steps are too heavy to be Wild's, but it could be Warriors or Twilight. Perhaps Hyrule? 

Or… well, it could be someone else entirely. Sky blushes in the darkness as his hand closes around Fi's hilt. He's on watch, and it would be embarrassing, not to mention dangerous, if someone unknown got into camp while he was supposed to be there. 

In one smooth movement, Sky stands and turns around, lakeside gravel crunching under his own boots, Fi gleaming as he pulls her halfway from her sheath. 

Shadowed by pine trees, and lit only a little by the dying embers of the campfire, stands a familiar figure. The cool light of the moon turns his golden hair almost gray, and Sky can almost swear that his tunic looks entirely different in the light. 

Four looks up, his eyes wide as he meets Sky's. He doesn't look like he expected to be caught. His bag is slung over his shoulder, clearly the thing he'd come into camp to retrieve. 

"...Four?" Sky asks, using his rediscovered skill of whispering. 

He gets a nod. It certainly looks like Four, but there's one glaring mistake—he's standing. He's shifting his weight. Sky doesn't understand what's going on, and he's worried it could be something dangerous: an imposter, an illusion, mind control, a combination. There are too many options. 

Sky pulls Fi entirely from her sheath, tamping down on the desire she has to glow brightly. With her in his hand, he can tell that there is no dark influence on the lake beach, and with a bit of focus, he can tell that she recognizes Four. 

"How?" Sky asks, scowling slightly. 

Four presses his lips together with a scowl. His eyes flash to the trees, then back to Sky. He gestures. "Come on, let's talk." Sky sees the words mouthed more than he hears them. 

Sky hesitates. Even if Fi recognizes Four—and Sky is in no position to doubt her—there's still the issue of leaving camp unguarded. He glances around, and sees Time's eye open and watching him, out of Four's line of vision.

He whispers again to Four. "I'll follow. I'll get someone else up for watch."

After a moment of clear thought, Four nods and turns to head back into the trees. Sky has never seen him walk before. He'd never thought he would. Four's back is straight, though he seems a bit unsteady on his feet. Sky can't even begin to imagine what the situation is, if that really is Four and he's walking around. 

Could he walk, this whole time? No, that doesn't make sense. There have been multiple situations in which it would have been convenient to walk, or all but necessary, and Four didn't.

Sky remembers that one awful day when they'd fallen into a disused dungeon of stairs. The entire dungeon was made of stairs, from trap stairs to moving stairs to stairs that flipped, with no way to throw up ropes or use any flying items. The only good thing about that dungeon was the store of enchanted sword oil they found at the very top, and even that wasn't quite enough to offset the difficulty they faced in the dungeon proper. 

Wind had managed to stick it out the whole time, albeit with a lot of soreness and an uncharacteristically crabby attitude the next day. Legend had all but collapsed halfway through, and Twilight carried him fairly easily with a power bracelet. The bigger among them took turns carrying Four, who was clearly very frustrated by his inability to help. (As if he didn't singlehandedly get them through every single fight, with his attention to detail in repairing and maintaining their equipment.) They had burned through all of their stamina elixir and fruit that day.

If Four could have walked then, Sky is sure he would have. So what's happening now? 

Sky shakes his head to dislodge the memory and steps over to Time, who's already sitting up. 

'It's Four,' Sky signs, if Time hadn't caught that already. 'He walked into the forest and told me to follow him.'

Time scowls for a moment, then understanding lights in his eyes, and he nods. 'I'll watch camp while you're gone.'

'Thank you. Do you… know what's going on? With Four?' Sky's shoulders relax when Time nods. If this is something Time knows and hasn't told anyone, then Sky doesn't need to worry. 

With a decisive nod, Sky stands up again and sheaths Fi. He misses her shine, but he doesn't need to be attracting attention. Time settles to stay awake, hopefully not for long, and Sky moves off into the trees in the direction Four had gone. He follows the steady light of a lantern. It takes a minute or two to get over there

In the clearing, with the bright lantern blowing out his vision, Sky counts—

—wait—

He seems to have interrupted a quiet argument between three of the Fours. One stands, the one Sky had seen in camp, one sits in Four's chair, and one leans up against the chair. The fourth one, sitting at the foot of the chair, smiles up at Sky and offers a wave. 

Sky waves back on instinct, blinking. 'There are four of you,' he signs, forgetting for a moment that not only is Four not quite fluent in sign language, but that there's really no reason for silent communication to be necessary. The three are quiet, but loud enough that Sky can hear them, so… how quiet are they, really? 

"There are four of us," the Four on the ground says, signing just a few words. Four has been joining Hyrule's signing lessons every so often, and he makes good progress when he isn't distracted. He's better than he was, but still doesn't sign as fluidly as most of the others. Sky can usually use the shapes his mouth makes to fill in the gaps. 

"Oh, Sky," one of the other Fours says, grabbing the bag from the one who's standing straight. "There you are." 

Now that Sky's eyes have adjusted to the lantern, he can clearly see that each Four has a solid-colored tunic. It's as if someone cut these ones up into quarters to make his usual tunic. They each look at him differently, and each reminds him of Four in a different way. 

"Which—" Sky begins, but the Four with the bag, the one wearing green, anticipates his question. He doesn't sign, but with the hearing aids and the lantern and the way he raises his voice but doesn't slow down, Sky can make out enough. 

"We're all Four. Or, well, Four is all of us." He pulls out a pair of crutches tied with a pretty red ribbon and hands them to the Four sitting on the ground—the red one, incidentally. Hm. Things are coming together.

The explanation ends up being simpler than Sky feared. He can't say he understands, not really, but he knows enough now to comprehend what he's seeing: four pieces of Four, separate but the same. They are one, and they are four, named after colors. When Four talks to himself, he's literally talking to himself. His mood shifts herald the changing of the guard, and their teamwork is unparalleled. 

Sky also learns that Four's paraparesis, the reason that he uses his wheelchair at all, is divided unevenly between them, just like his psyche. Blue walks, Vio cannot, and Red and Green fall somewhere in the middle. Splitting up gives them a few advantages, as they explain, like four sets of hands and four weapons, but it doesn't solve every problem. They couldn't have split in the stairs dungeon, because everyone needed to get out. It makes sense, once Sky thinks about it. 

He grows comfortable talking with them. As individuals, they're less calculating than Four is. They hide less from their faces, and react more strongly. They've found an internal balance, so that four disparate individuals work together to be one well-adjusted person. It sounds like a challenge, one he may not be up for himself, and he respects Four all the more for it. 

"We didn't mean to keep it a secret," Red tells him, picking at the hem of his tunic. "I mean… we did, but not to this point. You know, I'm glad you know now."

Vio nods. "It's you and Time who know about us. We'll tell everyone eventually, we want to, but for now…"

"I'll keep it quiet," Sky agrees with a smile. "I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me."

Green stretches his arms from where he sits on the dirt. "We just need a minute longer out here, if you want to go back to camp."

Sky gathers his feet and stands, but hesitates a moment. "Will you be all right out here? Alone?"

"We aren't alone," Blue says. He's been pacing this whole time, full of restless energy that Sky recognizes but has never seen released in quite this way. He wonders what it feels like for Blue to walk, and what it feels like to be the only one of the four who can, even just sometimes. 

"Of course not." Sky shakes his head at himself and laughs. "Just stay safe." 

"We will," Green assures him. 

Sky gives them a wave, then ducks back through the trees to take back over from Time.

[lynxalon]

Lynx!!! How about 3, 33, and 35 for the ask game? For any oc you please! Maybe even Lynx of Avalon!! :DD

oooooo !!!!!! as you wish hehe i'll do lynx of avalon and my beloved trio mage yen, lady blackthorn, and rhenium from the rites of mages <3

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

lynx of avalon: sword! they're a creature of familiarity and practicality, and they don't like to get rid of things that can still be used. even after making excalibur they still use their usual sword until they can't anymore, either it breaks or becomes a keepsake, a relic from an age they'll never be again.

mage yen: magic. their mastery over their ability gives them an edge of confidence that helps them in battles, and with the mystery of What their ability actually is, they almost always have the element of surprise and are underestimated.

lady blackthorn: battle axe!! she's a very strong figure, and tbh. she learned to wield a battle axe through sheer spite because someone told her she couldn't when she was young.

rhenium: gun, later a sabre. there's a reason here but i'm not telling <3

33. if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

lynx of avalon: ohm. since lynx is m mc character i've gotta say. this is one for the covers 😂

mage yen: to lady blackthorn, yen is her oldest friend and lover; yen is compassionate and self assured, protective (to the point of cruelty sometimes), and every time they waver they come back stronger. yen is like a beach where the ocean freezes, like a moonless night, like laying in a field of flowers as the sun rises. to rhenium, yen has always been someone he respects, and they became very close. at first, he thinks yen is stubborn and scathing, quiet, cold, and cunning. later, they're seen as protective, caring, and wise. yen is like an uncut gem, the whirring of delicate gears, molten metal in a forge.

lady blackthorn: to yen, lady blackthorn is their heart, closest friend and lover. she is quick-witted, stubborn, strong, and intelligent. she's got a strong sense of justice and is very loyal. she's like howling autumn winds and wind chimes and the feeling of calm that washes over yen whenever they use their magic. to rhenium, lady blackthorn is a dear friend, his partner in battle. if they were a coin, she'd be his right side. when he first knew her, he thought she was clever, a brilliant leader and strategist, and had a silver tongue enough to give lord tungsten a run for his money. later on, when they truly became close, he came to see her as wise in her years, with a sharp mind. resilient, determined, and too self sacrificing. with him, she is angry and vengeful, she doesn't have to keep a cool head. he gives her space to explode, and he keeps her safe. he sees her as a well kept blade, as rolling lava and thunder.

rhenium: to yen, he is their close friend. through a trail by fire they came together, and yen has come to respect him. he is quiet, brooding, intelligent, private, caring, firm, and funny. he is passionate, much more than he lets on, and it was one of the first things that drew yen in. he is like a meteor shower and mountains and the roots of an old tree. to lady blackthorn, rhenium is close to her heart. when she knew of him, and the few times they spoke, she thought of him as creative but stifled, with a dry and sudden humor. then she thought of him as cruel, terrible, blindly faithful. later on, she saw him as highly empathetic, strong and vulnerable, but where she pushes forward he has doubts. he's very critical of everything, paranoid. but his strengths lie in his cautiousness and thoughtfulness. left uncheck, he struggles, but with help he flourishes as a powerful ally. he is understanding of harsh feelings and cruel thoughts, and when lady blackthorn is struggling she finds comfort in their related troubles. to her, rhenium is the golden hour of light, a caterpillars cocoon, a bonfire with music and dancing and laughter.

35. do they ever return home?

lynx of avalon: once, though they never tell anyone. centuries after they left, they visit. they know what they'll see. they run their hands along the old walls and mourn. when they leave they close off avalon from everything else. they think that it's the only selfish deed that's ever been worth it. to keep their home to themself, though they can never truly go back. so long as nothing is built in it's place, they pretend they can.

mage yen: home is all around them. they were born from the magic of the world, and only when they die will they be home again, but that will be when life stills and before worlds are made again. it will take along time. until then, they try to draw home as close as they dare.

lady blackthorn: home is in people, and so long as she is with them she's home. quietly, she misses her mother's kitchen.

rhenium: home is foreign to him. he's never had a home, and the only person who could be also could never really be his home. rhenium has always been moving around. he's not sure he'll ever be home.

PHEWWWW that got a bit long 😂 ty for asking beloved!!!!! these where VERY fun to answer :DDDD as you might can tell, i love yen, blackthorn, and rhenium! they are in m heart fr frrr <3

here is the oc ask game link XD

[the-stars-in-between]

Rouge meets Roger a few months after she enters to the New World. He's funny, flirts with her endlessly, but more importantly, he has a ship. So she flirts back, lets him buy her a drink or two, and at the end of the night, she steals his ship. And his straw hat for good measure.

Roger chases her to the docks, his crew behind him, and by the time he gets there, Rouge has already cast off. Roger's fingers almost close around her wrist, a ghostly touch. The wind rushes through her sails, and Rouge blows Roger a kiss as she laughs away from the island.

A few weeks later, Rouge has all but forgotten about Roger, except for the fact that she's living on his ship. She could sell it and buy one more suited to her needs — a smaller one for starters, living alone on a ship that big feels like a ghost ship — but something's stopping her. There's life everywhere she looks, memories, of Roger and his crew. She almost feels bad for stealing it, not just the ship but what it represents.

But Rouge lives her life without regrets and it's not like she's going to turn back now.

Life goes on and so does Rouge.

Roger catches up with her the next day.

Rouge wanders the streets of the city, restocking her supplies to leave. The island was pleasant enough, with long sandy beaches, but adventure awaits. The air pressure increases as she exits a store and Rouge swallows to clear her aching ears, watching the clouds for any sign of a storm.

The danger does not come from the sky.

The crowd parts around him instinctively, and Rouge stares into his gray eyes. That's where the real storm is, dangerous and beautiful. Roger smiles, Rouge starts running.

They run through the city, between market stalls and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Rouge almost lets Roger catch up with her once or twice before running out of his reach again. Adrenaline and joy flow through her veins, giving her wings. But when she reaches the port to set sail again, his crew is already there, aboard her ship.

Rouge stops abruptly and Roger lands next to her, laughing cheerfully. Jolly Roger, they call him. The pirate who laughs all the time, even when his sails are red with blood. Rouge wonders if she made a mistake.

"It's been a long time since I've had this much fun," Roger says, and there's a sort of breathless happiness to him that makes his eyes sparkle.

Rouge, who expected self-righteous anger and sharp steel, drops her hand from her dagger in surprise. His first mate scolds Roger, telling him that they had already lost their ship once because of him but Roger continues to laugh.

Rouge sees her opportunity. "Do you want to keep this going?"

The glint of interest in Roger's eyes tells her she's already won. The first mate throws his hands up in exasperation.

"What do you propose?"

"A little challenge, if I can keep your hat for twenty-four hours, you let me go and pay my bill at the bar. If not, I'll give you everything back and I'll even work for you while I pay off my debt."

Roger crosses his arms in front of him, smirking. "But I already got my ship back."

"I'll steal it again then," Rouge replies, matching his smile.

Roger's smile, if that's possible, widens further. His crew groans in frustration behind him, as if they already know what their captain is going to do. The first mate pulls out a bottle of rum and settles down on deck.

"On one condition, I get my hat back no matter what the outcome."

"You think I can win?" Rouge asks, raising an eyebrow. She knows she's going to win, but it's surprising that Roger accepts, thinking she has a chance.

"I wouldn't dream of underestimating you. I know what you're capable of, my flower," Roger replied grandiloquently, bowing to her.

"If that's it," Rouge whispers in his ear, making him shiver. "The twenty-four hours start now."

And she runs away again.

I love Roger and Rouge so much 😭😭😭

Please send me your headcanons for them or send prompts for me to share them! I haven’t written these two for a while and I want to spread my love again

(You can send for Shakky/Rayleigh or even other ships too!)

[alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom]

GREY HEAVENS (F/F)

@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie ie was one of the first I met here and I’m so proud of her. This beautiful and always jealous (oh lord, she is super jealous) person reached 500 followers and of course I (tried) had to write a fic. I know Cherrypie, I said this is a Hvitserk x Ariel fic, but I love Ivar too much, I just can’t ignore him, oops sorry. Te amo odiosa!

Pairing: Hvitserk x Ariel x Ivar

Warnings: F/F smut, fingering, oral, voyeurism

Words: 1726

Thank you to my amazing beta reader @quantumlocked310 for making my sentences sound good, helping me with the moodboard and always motivating me! The idea for the name of this fic is btw from my honey @jadelynlace, because I have no patience to think about an appropriate name and her titles are outstanding.

a/n:. This fandom needs more F/F so I took my chance to write one. This is also a call to those who write F/F Vikings fics -> tag me!

Forget everything you know about Ariel, because the only thing my Ariel and the Disney Ariel have in common is the red hair.

Summary: A Mermaid is the last chance Hvitserk has to revive Lagertha.

Tags: @xbellaxcarolinax @pomegranates-and-blood @heavenly1927 @walkxthexmoon @punkrocknpearls @mrsalwayswrite @grimeundglow

If you ever find her then speak cautiously, she is mightier than the sea and gentler than the breeze.

The seer warned Hvitserk; mermaids don't like humans. Also, Aslaug taught him not to talk about mermaids since he was a child. The fear that these beings might hear was too big. They pull men into the bottom of the sea and let their ships sink. Their voices intoxicate the mind and manipulate humans. Their beauty dazzles men and makes it easy to underestimate them. They can hide but are still visible for those who are meant to see them.

He rode days and weeks to the far north of Norway, where the sea is wild and high waves crash against the huge rocks, far away from all the villages. Where there are almost no animals to eat and fish are difficult to catch. He could easily die, but it was the last chance Hvitserk had to revive Lagertha.

~~·······~~

Evening dawned and he gathered wood to prepare the fireplace for the night. A few faint fire sparks flew away in the slight wind when he ground two stones together to start the fire.

"With so little wood you won't survive more than two hours" Someone complained behind him.

Hvitserk hastily picked up his axe and turned around to see who that was. Almost nobody knew why he left Kattegat. Every day he thought about how he killed the most famous shield maiden. The wisest witches and healers tried to bring her back. Daily sacrifices and even Hvitserk himself gave his blood in the attempt to revive her, but none of this was successful.

“Ivar?” He dropped the axe. “What are you doing here? Tell me, who sent you, huh?” He grinned.

“Brother, I am Ivar the Boneless, if this half fish is really more powerful than me then I have to see her.” Ivar didn't want to rely on the rumors.

“I don’t want to be a mermaid’s meal, so be kind Ivar.”

“I doubt we will find her, them, it, whatever” Ivar was quite unimpressed by Hvitserk’s enthusiasm. He was just looking forward to the little trip through Norway’s landscapes.

~~·······~~

They walked an extensive white sand beach in search of mussels whenthey heard stones rolling and humming high voices coming out of a big cave.

The sun shone through a big hole in the cave’s ceiling and illuminated two women laying on one another. They quietly tried to climb over the slippery stones in the entrance of the cavern to get closer.

The pureness of their naked bodies, never touched by a man, sliding against each other. Their bright silver-colored skins, glistening in the sunlight like sea pearls. Their wavy hair hid part of their faces. Rose lips sucking on the skin of the red-haired's neck while their thighs pressed around the other’s, spreading their juices over their intertwined legs. Two bodies soft as silk melting together, grinding their pussies and bringing each other to a shared pleasure.

It was silent, only their heavy breathing echoed in the big cave, making the squelching noises of their wetness hush. Their bodies harmonized and embraced; they took their time to satisfy each other without showing dominance.

She shivered at the feeling of the blue-haired’s teeth raking along the flesh of her throat. She was enticed by the way her tongue swirls and swipes the mounds of her chest, tasting the salty valley between her plump breasts. Addicted to the sight of her hips thrusting against her own, feeling the heat that wracked their entire bodies.

One hand roamed down the shape of her body and groped her ass. The blue-haired lifted her partner’s right leg and placed it over her shoulder, exposing her fully. She licked two fingers on her right hand and trailed them down over the red-haired thigh until she reached her cunt.

The red-haired pressed her beloved closer, having only a moment to breathe out before she delved her wet fingers inside her lover’s dripping walls. She stroked deeper, harder and faster; all the while nibbling the soft skin behind her earlobe. She pulled her fingers out and teased her entrance. Her tongue swirled over her lip, before she thrusted her fingers in one move again into her partner’s throbbing pussy adding one finger to stretch her more.

The red-haired pried her legs open andburied both hands in the other’s blue hair to trail her down, arching her back to catch each kiss she left. She brought her lover’s head between her legs and laid her mouth on her center, replacing her fingers. Her arms wrapped around the red-haired's thighs as her tongue dragged against her warmth, parting her folds to rub against her most sensitive spots. She moaned, savoring the taste of the one beneath her pulsating pussy, not missing a drop of her juices.

When her thumb brushes the smooth skin of her hard nipple, kneading it, the red-haired rewarded it with a melodic moan, a little louder this time. The strands of her red hair fell down from her face as she raised her head, revealing her gorgeous face. Her eyes shut tight and her lips trembled, before they spread in a euphoric moan with every slam of her thighs onto the blue-haired cheeks. She bucked her hips nearly throwing the blue-haired off her lap. Her hands looking for something to grip onto, settling them on blue locks. Seeing the lust-filled gaze of her beautiful girl tensed her body. Her end was near, the one above her flicked her tongue at a fast pace, curling it over clit once, twice until her body exploded in satisfaction, coating her mouth with her juices.

The shameless string of moans woke Hvitserk up from his trance.

“Do you think they are mermaids? Real mermaids?”

Ivar didn’t answer. Hvitserk hit him with his elbow, but h was totally obsessed from their magnet-like aura.

“Hey Ivar” He tried to get his attention again.

“What?!” Ivar finally could avert his gaze from them.

“I asked, if you think that these are mermaids?”

“Of course they are! Did you ever see a woman being so divine?!” It was obvious to him.

They heard a loud noise of something heavy dropping into the water but when they looked back to the place they were laying, both were gone.

“You idiot! See what you did, you should learn to speak more-”

“Mermaid! I can see you!” The mermaid’s colored hair reflected in the water. “Come out here! We don’t want to kill you!” Ivar ignored his brother and crawled over the slippery stones in their direction.

The red-haired rose confident out of the water presenting herself. Waterdrops covered her pale and shimmering skin. She titled her head to one side, focusing the two foreign men with her green eyes, without blinking.

“Vikings” She broke the intriguing silence. The way this word rolled of her tongue was tantalizing.

“We didn’t want to...uhm… “ Hvitserk stuttered ashamed about Ivar’s insolence. “We are looking for someone, a special woman, well she is more than a woman. Her name– “

“Ariel. I knew you would come. You’re here because of Lagertha’s death.” She completed his sentence.

The blue-haired came out from behind the rock and placed herself close to Ariel. Two goddess-like appearances, both the same; tall, hypnotizing them.

“Ariel. Hello Ariel” Ivar smirked, speaking in a seductive tone, scanning her naked body with his glance. “I assume you are the powerful creature Hvitserk needs.” He took a lazy step closer. ”Powerful and beautiful. I have a weakness for woman like you.” He confessed, brushing his lower lip between his teeth.

She approached and her cheek pressing lightly against his. Her damp red hair wet his armor as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“I know who you are Ivar. So let me tell you whoIam.” He closed his eyes to memorize her unique salty smell better. “I am not a woman, I am a mermaid and mermaids don’t need to deal with men. And...don’t you dare to touch me!” Ivar clenched his fist and lowered his hand again.

She leaned back and spoke to the more rational brother. “I can’t help you Hvitserk. I’m sorry you came here in vain.” She wasn’t a talkative creature, especially when she felt used.

“Hey silver skin, where are you going?” Ivar started to treat her rude out of frustration. “We are not done here.” Ivar followed her out of the cave to the beach.

“But the seer told me you can, you can revive people. I didn’t want to kill her, please, it was a mistake.” Hvitserk tried to persuade her from the distance.

“This is my home.” She admired the calm of the ocean. “I can save anyone who gets lost in the heart of the sea, but Lagertha is not there.”

“Hey!” She gasped as Ivar grabbed her arm to hold her back. She immediately closed her eyes and was benumbed.

“No” The blue haired yelled and hissed, pushing Ivar away. He let go of her and Ariel started breathing again. Her eyes opened and even if they hadn’t told her how Lagertha died, she already knew it. She felt what they felt and saw what they saw. There was no secret that remained hidden from her.

“It wasn’t you who killed her, you were deceived Hvitserk. I am unable to overpower a dark might.” Hvitserk bowed his head. “But she’s fine. She is with Ragnar and she forgives you…and you too, Ivar.” Ivar rolled his eyes.

Ariel took her beloved by the hand and both stepped into the little waves. The silver colour of their legs became more luminous and greener the longer they stood in the water.

“Let’s go back to our sisters, my dear. I can hear them calling.” Her long red hair framed the curves from her swaying hips.

“And Ivar- “ She looked over her shoulder “- as long as your heart craves revenge, you will never be able to love.”

The sunlight reflected on her emerald green scales before she disappeared with her dearest in the depth of the sea completely.

Ivar waited a moment longer hoping to see her one last time.

“Ivar, it’s over.” Hvitserk laid his arm on Ivar’s shoulder and pulled him away.

[gwenbrightly]

The Sea Calls Me Home (Part 5)

*approximately 13.764 miles away from Ninjago Beach, Monastery of Spinjitzu; 8:45 p.m.*

A relatively common scene unfolds as Ninjago’s beloved team of protectors trudge inside the monetary after a long day of saving the city.

“Remind me never to underestimate the sheer deadliness of mud ever again,” Kai mutters, attempting not to drip all over the hardwood floor.  

“At least the bakery was kind enough to let us take the cake to go,” Skylor tells him, pulling an especially disgusting glop of goo from his hair. They’ve been through worse, objectively speaking. Many times.

“And nobody ended up in the emergency room this time,” Jay points out.  

“Thank goodness for that,” says Pixal. The others nod in agreement.  

“Speaking of cake,” Cole cuts in, “is there any chance you two will share some with the rest of us?”

Kai rolls his eyes and Skylor shoots him a bemused look.  

“Sure. I guess we could use a couple more opinions. Mind if we all shower first? I don’t know about you guys but I feel like a walking mud pie,” Skylor answers with a tired smile. Cole looks like he’s about to disagree, but then a fresh stream of mud drips down his face and he thinks better of it.  

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” he decides, eventually. When, at last, everyone has removed the grime from their bodies and gorged themselves on cake samples, they sleepily make their way to their rooms and collapse into bed. They’ll all be sleeping soundly tonight. So soundly, in fact, that no one notices the little alarm going off in Pixal’s lair indicating movement at one of Nya’s old Samurai X hideouts.  

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Nya is home. All the hard work and pain has finally paid off, and yet… it doesn’t feel real. The moonlight casts a silvery glow across the mountain top, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. She can hear one of Wu’s wind chimes clanging in the distance. A frog chirps somewhere on the mountain side. A gentle breeze ruffles her hair.  

She shivers slightly, coming to stand before the gate to the monastery. Between regaining her land legs and finding transportation to the top of the mountain – thank the First Spinjitzu Master, Pixal had never changed the security pin to her hideouts – it’s grown later than she’d anticipated.

As Nya peers into the darkened courtyard, she realizes she has no concept of what time – or what day – it truly is. The passage of time was virtually nonexistent in the Endless Sea and… all Nyad has told her is that it took months for her to wake up…

She pauses, hesitant. Just how long has she been gone?

“You seem… nervous?” Nyad notes, putting a hand on Nya’s shoulder. She flinches slightly at the gesture, still unused to physical contact.

“I just… what if they don’t want to see me? What if it’s been too long and they’ve… moved on?” Nya whispers, suddenly confronted with the fears and doubts she’s been trying to suppress all day. It had been easier to ignore the uncertainty when she was living in the sea. Was the sea. Everything had been more muted, then. But now her thoughts have become clearer and it’s overwhelming her little by little.

“Listen, Nya. Just because my story did not end happily does not mean you should be fearful for your own,” says Nyad. Nya knows she’s trying to be comforting, but Nyad’s past is not something she wants to think about right now. It’ll just add to her nerves.

“I know, but-” she begins to point this out when she hears the creaking of the gate behind her.

“Oh dear. The gate seems to have closed behind us,” Nyad observes nonchalantly. Nya glares at her.

“You totally did that on purpose.”

Nyad merely shrugs.  

“Go and see your family, Nya.”

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Nya stands just inside the doorway. The halls of the monastery are silent. Dim. Has it always been this quiet here at night?

She can only remember it as chaotic and full of life. The calmer, quieter memories are much more hazy.  

“Everyone must already be asleep,” Nya muses. The distant sound of Cole snoring lends credence to this theory.  

“It is rather late,” Nyad agrees, “the moon was already past its apex when we arrived at the top of the mountain.”

“Maybe I should just… try to get some sleep and… deal with all of this tomorrow,” Nya says, not wanting to wake the others up. They’ve had a long day, too, no doubt, and her return will bring about some difficult conversations. Conversations best had with people who are well rested and less likely to murder her for randomly manifesting in their bedrooms at 2 in the morning. Or whatever time it is.  

“Yes. Perhaps that would be for the best,” Nyad nods, sensing her regret. A fresh wave of exhaustion hits her.  

“O-okay. My room is this way… if they haven’t repurposed it into another game room or…” Nya pauses outside of Jay’s bedroom. Quietly, she turns the knob on his door and peeks inside. He’s asleep, Mr. Cuddlywumps clutched in his arms. Adorable. “oh Jay,” she whispers to herself. It’s been so long since she’s seen him.  

Though she just promised herself she wouldn’t try to engage with anyone tonight, Nya can’t help but quietly wander to the side of Jay’s bed. She brushes a stray curl out of his face. “Tomorrow… tomorrow we’ll figure this out, okay?” she promises, kissing his forehead. He mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep and she holds back a giggle. Some things really never change.  

The next stop Nya makes is at Kai’s room. She doesn’t stay long. Just looks in on him to reassure herself that her brother hasn’t gotten himself killed yet.  

Kai sleeps peacefully, buried beneath a pile of blankets. Strangely, Skylor is there, too, fast asleep on Kai’s bed. That’s new. Nya’s rarely seen Skylor spend the night at the monastery. She’s usually too busy with her noodle empire.  

Next up is Lloyd, who’s definitely stolen several of Nya’s stuffed animals and added them to his collection. She can see her narwhal peeking out from under the comforter. Traitor.  

And Cole, whose snoring clashes slightly with the classical music he forgot to turn off before he fell asleep.  

And Zane and Pixal, sleeping with hands clasped together. Always perfectly serene.  

With every pit stop, it becomes more difficult to keep herself from yawning. Eventually, Nya allows Nyad to herd her towards her own bedroom. Hesitantly, slowly, she opens her door, half expecting the electric chicken to jump out at her. But all is silent. Everything is as she remembers it. A streak of moonlight illuminates the stain on her blue rug from the time Jay made her laugh so hard she spilled her coffee. An unfinished sketch lays spread out on her desk.  

Overcome with emotions, Nya sways on her feet. She’s home. And her bed has never looked more inviting.  

[junghoseokwife]

Merfolk in a Manhole 2

Merman! Yoongi, Merman! Seokjin, Merman! Jungkook, Merman! Jimin, Merman! Taehyung, Human! Namjoon, Human! Hoseok Human! Reader Summary: After getting kicked out of your apartment, you moved in with your parent close to the beach. Digesting as much salty air as you had, you became restless going to the beach to relax. A rather harsh wave smashed onto the beach bringing seaweeds a buttload of fishes and a hideous fish man with big bug eyes and webbed hands or was he a beautiful, sculpted tanned merman who needed help to find his friends? Paring: OT7 x reader Wordcount: 2.7k A/N: Sorry it took so long and I have been trying to get the hang of tumblr so please bear with me editing mistakes. Thank you for all the comments on the first chapter, I am never satisfied with my work so seeing you all like it makes me excited for more.

Your legs weren’t carrying you as fast as you wanted. You wanted to be as far away as possible. The financial stability you had been pining for had just been flushed down the drain and you were just so overwhelmed. You were never the most athletic of the bunch but today you could prove yourself wrong. The only sounds you could hear was the wind whipping against your body. You furiously tried to breathe, but the air was knocked out of you with every step you took. Your vision was collapsing on itself with the lack of oxygen that was entering your lungs. Your body shook violently as you round the corner of the street a little too late slamming your foot on the red and white traffic pole. The minor injury did not slow you down at all. You kept running the harsh pavement heating up under your foot, becoming a pain to move. Your name echoed through your head, your body jolting backwards slamming into a hard surface. You winced in pain as the adrenaline left your body, finally feeling the weight of your situation and the open wound on your leg .You watched the cars zoom past, too busy to care about the pedestrians waiting to cross; this foolish crusade of yours could have ended badly. The arm that had pulled you back tightened around your wrist. Your eyes scanned the road in front of you before looking up at the owner of the hand. “Hoseok” The drive was suffocating. Hoseok had not said anything after he bandaged your wounded leg and dragged you into his car. He tossed his now damage groceries, that he had dropped to chase you, into the trunk. Your anxiety peeking through as you nibbled at your fingernail. He looked through the rear view mirror letting out a disapproving sigh. “Stop that” He motioned for you to take your finger out of your mouth which you did reluctantly. He refocused on the road leaving you to your own devices once again. You decided to look out the window, small trees and dried grass was all you could see for miles. Crossing your arms you allowed the wind to blow your hair not minding the way it whipped your face. You had concluded Hoseok wasn’t carrying you home and you could not be happier, but a little knowledge on where you were going would put your mind at ease. You didn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment, but knowing Hoseok and you weren’t on good terms made you queasy so you did the only thing you knew would melt his heart. “Hoseok?” You whispered putting on the best puppy eyes you could “No” He deadpanned not even looking at you. You scoffed; leaning back into the seat “Rude” you whispered under your breath missing the way Hoseok had to bite his lips to contain his smile.

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“Wow!” Your voice was louder than you expected on the quiet beach. Hoseok had hauled your injured self out of the beach and dragged you onto the sand. You made a small snail trail that would be helpful if you got lost wondering the beach which wouldn’t be unlikely with how excited you were. You’ve never seen the ocean in your life; your parents never liked the salty air or the sound of the waves. They wanted to live in a wealthy area not ‘some fisherman’s village’ and you just never had time for recreational activities. The aquarium at work could not compare to the vast ocean and long beaches. You sat down, unable to walk anymore with your injured leg. The sand was warm under your skin, sighing contently; you looked at the water eyes reflecting the scorching sun that bounced of the ocean. Everything was serene Everything was beautiful The sand crunched under Hoseok’s weight, you didn’t pay attention to his persistent poking to busy soaking up the view that you might not see again in a while. You really should visit the beach more often. Hoseok was fed up with you ignoring him like he had done to you through the whole car ride. He spun the soda can, now full with condensation, trying to find the coldest area. He smiled devilishly as he placed it onto your skin. You quickly jolt back hissing in surprise, quickly slapping Hoseok on his arm before he had time to flee. He fell into fits of giggles when you grumbled, rubbing the your skin to heat it up. “Namjoon told me about what happened” He sobered up rather quickly opening the can and handing it to you. You swung the can into small circles, slushing around the soda in the can. You hummed as you took a sip, peeking over the can waiting for Hoseok to continue. He also seemed to be waiting for you to say something or at least to give a different reaction if the deer in headlights look on his face was anything to go by. You cracked a smile taking another sip before putting the can down. “Is that why you took me here then, to cheer me up?” “No. I wanted to see you in a swimsuit.” He leaned in a little causing his breath to tickle your face. The serious look on his face caused you to splutter a little. You made a disgusted face leaning back to put distance between both of you. Hoseok’s laughter sound like music to your ears. He returned to his former position, finally taking a sip from his own drink. Hoseok and you had developed a flirty relationship over the years; you both would either reciprocate or reject the other person advances. This type of friendship came out of nowhere but you had no problem with it. “You should move in with your parents. If you get kicked out I mean…” He rose from the ground dusting the sand off his clothes. “They’ve probably been waiting for you to go home for a while” He held out his hand for you to take pulling you off the beach. “I know” you whispered, picking the cans off the sand. “They’re just -”A sigh escaped your lips as stacked the cans ontop of each other following after your friend to the car. Your parents weren’t bad people they just weren’t ready to have children, and it showed. They always kept you at arm’s length, like you were an acquaintance. They would control your social circle deeming Hoseok not worthy to be your friend and that you should get married to Namjoon for connections to his family. “I know…” He smiled sadly “But it’s been years. They are old now. You can leave if it becomes too much.” He turned around taking the cans from you, resting them into the cup holder. You grunted deep in thought. What if he was right? Could they change? You looked back at the beach for the last time as the car started driving. You missed it already.

“Hoseok wait!!” He slowed down the car; you ignored the confusion all over his face as you popped the door open running far down the beach. You ignored the pain that surged through your body, probably reopening the wound on your leg. The sand clung to your feet like it was trying to stop you from where you were going, you stumbled a little before scooping the item in your hand. You turned around to the street giving Hoseok a thumbs up. Following the trail you made earlier in the day you clambered into the car closing the door. You held the item closer to your chest, contented.

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Packing was all you seemed to be doing nowadays. Your possessions seemed endless with the need to rest cutting in ever so often. You looked at your still bandaged leg frowning a bit. The leg had gotten infected when you underestimated the severity of the injury giving you a well overdue hospital visit. Hoseok refused to make you continue packing since you needed to ‘rest according to doctor instructions’. He was correct but your rest time prolonged your packing. You had the whole week to pack up and move out which you thought was more than enough time since you had the help of Namjoon and Hoseok, but they had been at work for majority of the week, so most of the work fell on your shoulders. Despite your lack of communication, you were thankful that your parents had paid for the damage to the apartment, saving Namjoon and your wallet from the burden of a lifetime. You decided to rest, wobbling over to your bed. You looked around your almost barren room spying the item you had picked up from the beach. It collected the sunlight in your room separating them in small rays illuminating small areas off the room. You weren’t sure if what you picked up was a seashell, it was shaped like one; if you put it close to your ears you could hear the sea but it looked like an aquamarine gem. It looked so fragile you didn’t dare to take it up after you accidentally dropped it earlier in the week. You have been thinking about making it into a necklace. Warmth spread around your chest whenever you looked at the seashell, you weren’t sure if it was a memory of your time at the ocean or because of how beautiful it looked just sitting on your bedside table. You taped the final box, bending backward to stretch your back. You let out a pleased groan when the muscle loosened. You looked at the clock, just in time you thought. The boxes were already lined up at the front of your apartment waiting for the moving truck. Namjoon had texted you, sorrowful that he couldn’t be there to help you move out. He was just so endearing you couldn’t be mad at him. You sat down on one of the boxes, checking the time. “Any minute now” You grumbled staring at the phone like it would cause time to speed up. When the sound of feet approached you, you quickly got up from the box to give the movers space to do their job. But the sound of your name caused you to look away from your phone. “Mom?” Her eyes were glassed over as she took in your form. You guess that happens when you haven’t seen your only child for years. She covered her mouth choking on her tears a little before turning to your father. They really aged gracefully. The fine lines and wrinkles on their face gave them a softer appearance than what you were used to. They looked like grandparents, kind and wise. You could imagine your mom baking cookies and your dad making a fool of himself trying to help her before she kicks him out of the kitchen. ‘Imagine’ “Mom” She teared up repeating what you had called her. “I’m so sorry, my daughter” Few words had to be spoken to know what that meant. How deep it cut you? You might never know, but the tears streaming down your face had said enough for your parents. The movers quickly stacked the boxes into the truck not sparing a second glance at you and your parents tear eyed and red faces, probably to not make you uncomfortable. After finalizing the move with you the men returned to the truck transporting everything to your new residence. Your father started off in the direction of their vehicle not saying anything to both you and your mom. Her watery smile struck you in your heart, she clasped her frail hands. “Let’s go home”

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“Mom!!” She placed a hand over heart still not used to the term of endearment. She wasn’t sure how she went through most of your life not liking the term. She hummed, still stirring the porridge she turned to look at you. You were clinging onto the door frame for dear life having woken up early to go to work. It would take an hour or two to reach but you didn’t mind. You ha adjusted nicely into your new home despite it being a couple days. Your parents had tried their best to make you feel welcomed, correcting their past mistakes. Asking about Hoseok and Namjoon ever so often, trying to integrate your friends into their lives.

“Have you seen my wetsuit?” Before your mother could answer, your father was at the door handing your wetsuit to you. He didn’t say anything as per usual, walking back to his chair on the front porch to overlook the sea. You folded the warm wetsuit placing it under your arm; he must’ve hanged it outside on the line for it to dry since you were too tired to do it last night.

“Thanks dad” You whispered. He grunted as a reply waving you off to get dressed.

Old age does change how someone perceives life. Your parents seemed to value a more peaceful, simple life. Unlike their younger selves who wanted money, business and connections. Now your mom went fishing with your father, she hummed songs as she planted flowers in the windowsills or baked for the children in the village a mile or so from the beach where you reside. The beach house was rather beautiful perched on a cliff, surrounded by shrubs and coconut trees, which mom always had use for. She would experiment making grater cake or coconut pudding allowing you to be the taste tester. Ideally you’d have wanted a father just as openly doting as your mother but this was fine. He took care of you in silence, behind the scenes, washing your wetsuit or suddenly not being hungry when only one portion of lobster was left. If you refused and told him to eat it he would leave the table and sit in his chair overlooking the ocean, forcing you to eat the last piece or it would go bad.

Placing all your belongings into a draw bag you pecked your mom on the cheek and your dad on the forehead before making your way to the bus stop. Your parents had insisted you use their car but your lack of driver’s license would make that impossible.

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You, Hoseok and Namjoon were the only ones at work. What irked you more was the lack of work you were getting. The tenseness in the air was palpable as you munched on the snacks you found in the fridge. Namjoon looked too sick to eat picking at his food ever so often. Hoseok was trying to sleep which remain unsuccessful. The lunchroom door opening startled all of you to varying degrees. Seeing your boss march through the door you pulled your hand from the fridge taking a cup of coconut pudding with you. Namjoon was alert while Hoseok sluggishly sat up, fatigue settling in his bones.

“You’re eating more food?” You bossed cocked an eyebrow in your direction. The question sounded normal; as eating before doing your job, which mostly involved swimming wasn’t the best idea. But you understood what he was insinuating, he ‘teased’ you alot. You shoved another spoon of pudding into your mouth to avoid confrontation. Seeing he wasn’t going to get a reaction, he cleared his throat deciding to talk about the matter at hand.

He placed a flyer on the table. One you had been seeing for a while now, on every surface they could fit.

A photoshopped picture of a mermaid sat at the forefront. Around the image were words saying this was the newest attraction for the aquarium. The aquarium wasn’t running low on funds so you didn’t know the need for a stunt like this. It didn’t matter to you, the more the merrier. You could ask them how they managed to hold their breaths so long or swim so gracefully.

“You and you” He pointed to both men in the room. “I need you to train them.”

“You” He pointed to me, seemingly taking in my current condition of being unable to swim he thought carefully about the task. “Reward them if they deserve it; punish them if they deserve it.

The already quiet room fell into a deafening silence.

“They’re arriving in a week or so, so be prepared.” He pulled his phone from his coat pocket, dialing someone before making his exit. Leaving all of you to rationalize what he had said, because mermaids were only mythological.

They didn’t exist.

[amintyworld]

Falling In Love With You - Dream SMP Drabble

Prompt: DSMP Valentines Fanweek: 8th: Food/Music

A/N: Hey so if you haven’t been aware there’s a fanweek going on for Dream SMP that involves Valentines Day prompts, and I’ve always wanted to participate in one of these, so I’m gonna try to post drabbles when I can this week. ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley. Today we’ve got some Mermaid!Sally, so I hope you enjoy! - Minty

Tagging: @dsmp-fanweeks

TW: mention of vomiting, mention of miscarriage, memory loss, mention of death.

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Wise men say 

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Sally lugged the passed out man onto the beach, checking to see thankfully he was still breathing. She would admit it was a shock to her when a human sank deep into her part of the ocean and for some reason or other did not seem to want to swim up. At first, the mermaid considered maybe just letting the human drown - after all, humans were always after her scales for their strange potions and often wanted to kidnap her anyway. Sweet revenge.

But her heart didn’t want revenge, instead, it urged her to show him mercy and be kind, and maybe in return, he’d be the same. Now, changing into her human form as her necklace flashed around her neck, she looked down at the human, watching him slowly breathe in and out, his dark brown locks messed and halfway covering his right eye. When suddenly his eyes snapped open as he looked around, they made eye contact as they both let out a loud scream, scrambling for weapons. “What.. what are you?!”

“Gee, a thanks would be nice for saving your life.”

“Saving my… where’s Tommy and Tubbo?!” The human said, looking around desperately for the two people he was asking for.

“Who?”

“My brothers, they were with me when we got cornered and had to jump. Where are they?” He asked, panicked.

“If they weren’t with you they must be upstream. They’re probably looking for you, come on.” She huffed, throwing down the rock she used as a makeshift weapon and walking over to hold her hand out and help the man to his feet. He hesitated before taking hers, both just staring into each other’s eyes for a moment before she began to walk past with a huff.

“Thank you.”

Sally turned around, surprised to hear the human say that as she absentmindedly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Uh… thanks.” She said, a smile spreading across her lips.

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Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

“Alright Wilby, you’re going down,” Sally smirked as she adjusted her grip on the wooden sparring sword, her long hair up in a ponytail. Wilbur, on the other hand, smirked confidently. 

“Oh really? You underestimate my power, young padawan.” They both chuckled a bit at the joke before rushing forward, swords clashing together. Wilbur pushed against Sally’s sword as she lost balance and stumbled backward, Wilbur rushed to pin her to the floor before she jumped, just missing his strike and holding her wooden sword above her head to bring it down in a downward strike. Wilbur moved back just in time to dodge as he dashed forward, pinning her against a tree. “It’s no use - you’re a trapped sardine, or salmon more like.” He chuckled as she struggled against his grip, her sword on the ground.

Just a few feet away in some bushes, two teenage boys watched intently. “What are they doing?”

“Sparring, duh.”

“Why is she blushing then?”

“Huh…?”

Sally bit her lip as she weighed her options, a smirk appearing on her lips. “I know there’s only one way out of this one, Wilby. One way you’ll never resist.”

“Oh yeah, what’s-?” Sally pushed her lips against Wilbur’s, making him weak in the knees as sally effortlessly tossed his sword to the ground as well, focusing on the kiss before Wilbur grabbed her wrists and pinned them up against the tree trunk. “That’s cheating!”

“Yeah, I’d like to see the rulebook!”

Back in the bushes, Tubbo’s eyes lit up. “I know what this is: They’re flirting.”

“What’s flirting?”

“I think it’s when you try to make someone blush. They’re blushing because they’re sick. Philza told me.”

“Sick?”

“Yeah, lovesick. I think it’s like the flu.”

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“Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.”

Wilbur’s voice echoed through the dusk as Sally walked through the candlelit path, hearing Wilbur’s singing. Tubbo had passed her a note that said to meet Wilbur at the mountain before the messenger promptly jumped into the bushes humming the Mission Impossible theme. Walking up the mountain, the wind whipped her long hair around as Sally pulled her sweater closer to herself to get warmer. What in the world did Wilbur want with her all the way up here?

As she turned the corner she felt like she couldn’t breathe, as her world stopped and slowed. There Wilbur sat in what looked to be a worn grey suit, playing his guitar with a white lily, her favorite, wedged tightly in between the strings. Seeing her, he smiled, moving closer and leaning his guitar against the tree as he freed the lily, brushing her hair back behind her ear and safely tucking the lily in her hair. Her breaths caught in her throat as his hand moved to cup her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

“I-” Sally felt her cheeks heat up at the comment as she stammered, trying to change the topic. “You sent for me?”

“I had something to ask you, yes,” Wilbur said, lightly taking her hand in his as he leads her toward the edge where he was to see the stars begin to blink into existence. Wilbur took a deep breath. “We’ve been dating for a while now, and I was wondering… do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes… I… nothing would make me happier than being with you, Wilby.”

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Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

“Wilbur, I’m pregnant,” Sally admitted, her hand still not letting his move from her belly. “It’s yours, Wilby.”

Wilbur brushed his hands through Sally’s hair, moving to cup her cheek, eyes darting back and forth. “Pregnant…?” He said, hopeful. It was their third day in Dream SMP - they’d been together for so long and had always wanted a family, but it never seemed to work no matter what they did. It seemed almost impossible to hear those words out of Sally’s mouth because for a long time Wilbur thought he’d never hear them. But here they were.

“We’re having a baby, Wilbur.” Sally smiled, leaning in against Wilbur’s chest and snugly putting her head between his neck and shoulder, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “You’re gonna be a Dad…”

Wilbur felt tears of joy go down his cheeks as he laughed softly, pulling Sally closer to rest her body against his fully, cuddling her close. His hands rubbed gently on her stomach, and he leaned up to kiss her softly on the neck. Their other hands interlocked tightly. “How… how long?”

“Three months. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke before I told you.”

“I’m gonna be a Dad…” Wilbur sighed, kissing Sally’s cheek softly. “You’re gonna be a Momma.”

“I know. I didn’t believe it when I found out either. I was worried they’d… but they didn’t. They’re still here.”

“My little champion, my little warrior…” Wilbur smiled, tears going down his cheeks as he looked down at Sally’s stomach. “Don’t stop fighting now, okay? You’ve got so many people who’ve been waiting so long to finally meet you. I can’t wait to meet you.”

“I love you, Wilby.” Sally smiled, content. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Sally.” Wilbur breathed, holding his girlfriend close and not prepared to let her go anytime soon.

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Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.

“Fine, I’ll go with you. Just leave the baby, please.”

“A wise decision. The Queen will be pleased to hear of your arrival back into the Pod.”

“You’ll leave the baby alone, and the humans?”

“Humans?” The guard with a necklace like hers smirked, holding back a laugh. “Why would we possibly care about humans?”

Sally held her baby close one last time as she ran her fingers through the small child’s fur. She still hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. She’ll have no idea what her own mother even looks like. She moved to kiss her daughter on the forehead as her black nose sniffed intently at her scent, not knowing it would be the last time she’d smell it. Her daughter, her little miracle. “I love you, don’t forget your mother loves you.” Carefully, she set the basket in the pond and with a little magic from her necklace, moved the water to drift the baby down a small river toward L’manburg. They’d all be safe, that’s all that matters now.

“Come on, Salaria. The Queen is awaiting your presence.”

“Of… of course.” Sally turned with a sigh as she sorrowfully followed her captor through the trees and away from her home. Her real home.

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“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Sally sat near the water with Ghostbur, her heart shattered seeing him but was happy that she was able to, at least one last time. She sat with her arms crossed on the beach, her tail submerged in the water, her necklace gone. As punishment for ‘abandoning’ the Pod, she was no longer able to shift like the others and able to travel to the surface again. Her necklace was smashed, along with her hopes of ever seeing her real family ever again. At least now she could properly say goodbye to him, maybe even apologize. She slowly finished the song as Ghostbur continued to strum, listening intently.

“For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

“I… sang this for you?”

“All the time back in the day. You were very romantic.” Sally reassured Ghostbur. “We’d sing it together sometimes, other times you just strummed it on your guitar. It’s our song. Don’t you remember?”

“No, I…” A dark blue tear slid down the ghost’s cheek. “I don’t. I really want to, though. I want to remember you. I want to remember how it felt to love you, I’m really trying, but… but I can’t.”

Slowly, as Ghostbur sobbed Sally’s hand found its way into the ghost’s. “It’s okay. One day you’ll remember, I know you will. Whenever you do, I’ll be waiting right here for you. I love you, Ghostbur.” Sally said, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I love you no matter what.”

[cobaltusami]

Tropical Vacation pt. 1

Hey hi hello! So I'm going to be starting to post the 50 follower special over the course of this week, I have proof read 10,000 words worth of writing so hopefully by the time I have all the parts already written posted, I'll have the rest of it done or almost done!

There aren't any real tickles In this part because I was setting up for the rest of the story, but there's a close encounter near the end. Next part will have lots of tickles!

Characters In this part: Makoto, Leon, Mondo, Chihiro, Taka, Sakura, Hina, Hiro, Celeste, Kyoko

Words: 1,944

PT 1: [You are here.], PT 2: [Click here.]

It was a normal day In Hope’s peak academy-- If there was ever such a thing. The students were gathered In the dining hall eating breakfast as they normally do and chatting amongst themselves.

The energy was pretty calm today, Hiro cheerfully pointed out upon arriving, only to be told not to jinx them.

But alas, all good things must come to an end.

“Hey, do you hear something?” Makoto asked hesitantly. Kyoko nodded and closed her eyes momentarily, focusing on the odd sound.

“It sounds like… Ocean waves.” She concluded, her lavender eyes scanning the room curiously.

“Ocean waves? Why would we be hearing the ocean?” Makoto pondered aloud.

“Hina, Is that not what It sounds like to you?” Kyoko asked the swimmer, who had perked up at the mention of the ocean.

“You’re totally right! I hear It too!” She agreed.

Leon looked to his left where a speaker was attached to a support beam. “It’s coming from over here. Don’t tell me, Monokuma…” he trailed off with a heavy sigh.

As if he were Beetlejuice and his name had been mentioned 3 times, a wild Monokuma appeared from out of seemingly nowhere. “I thought you students might benefit from a change in scenery! I wouldn’t want you getting TOO depressed, You might get too depressed to kill anyone!”

The whole room heaved a collective sigh. “For the last fuckin’ time, We aren’t going to kill one another! So you can go fuck yourself!” Mondo snapped.

“But Robots don’t have the right parts for that!” Monokuma retorted, looking dejected. “How could you be so cruel? Pointing out my insecurities like that…”

“Yeah yeah, This Is great banter and all but--” Leon wasn’t about to sit through another hour of Mondo and Monokuma going back and forth, not after the last time. “What the hell do you mean, ‘Change of scenery’?”

“Good question, Kirishima!” Monokuma responded. “Oh, Whoops, Wrong series!”

“Has Monokuma finally lost it?” Hiro whispered. “What’s he talking about? Series?”

“I dunno... Did Monokuma ever have It to begin with, Man?” Leon whispered back.

“Anyway!” Monokuma cleared his nonexistent throat. “I thought I would liven your surroundings up with some ambience for a while, What do you think? Pretty realistic huh? You can practically feel the ocean breeze right?”

Makoto exchanged glances with Kyoko, not trusting this little shit for a second. “That’s It?”

“What? Were you expecting more?” Monokuma asked, tilting his head.

“There’s not going to be like a shark In the pool or anything… Right? This is it?” Hina asked hesitantly.

“Don’t give him ideas.” Makoto said, exasperated.

“Eh? Why would I do that? I want you to kill each other, Not become shark bait!” The bear retorted. “If you don’t believe me, go check around the school. I don’t have time to explain my feng shui to you, I have places to be!”

As abruptly as he appeared, He disappeared In an annoyed huff. Leaving the dining hall confused.

“So, Does everyone else think he’s using paranoia as a motive again or Is It just me?” Leon asked in a deadpan tone, a few students nodded in agreement.

“I for one would welcome a change in pace! Perhaps he is legitimately concerned for our mental health!” Taka spoke up. “We should absolutely check out the school after breakfast to see what’s changed!”

“T-Taka… Bro…” Mondo sighed. “Monokuma don’t give a shit about us, This Is obviously a trick.”

“What did he mean by that?” Chihiro asked quietly. “He has places to be?”

“He was probably just bullshitting us as usual.” Leon replied.

Kyoko hummed quietly, skeptical. She had also caught that unusual dialog line.

“Let us finish breakfast and then go look around.” Celeste suggested, taking a sip of her tea.

Everyone agreed and the energy of the room returned to It’s previous lightheartedness.

Upon exiting the room afterwards, the students noticed inflatable palm trees and random piles of sand scattered across the common area.

Makoto stared at the ‘decor’ In awkward silence, there’s no way it could be this harmless… right?

“It appears as though Monokuma really did do some redecorating…” Kyoko hummed thoughtfully, though not fully convinced of the remodel either.

“It’s…” Hina trailed off, an inflatable Monokuma wearing a grass skirt catching her eye.

“Tacky?” Leon suggested, kicking one of the Monokuma decorations out of his way.

She eyed a giant inflatable flamingo as she replied. “Kind of cute? I mean, At least It’s different.”

“Different, It certainly Is…” Sakura mumbled, sticking by Hina’s side just in case any of these inflatable beach toys decided to spring to life like Monokuma and try to attack the Swimmer.

“I think It looks fuckin’ stupid!” Mondo scoffed.

“Not just that, Monokuma has completely made a mess with all of this sand everywhere!” Taka seemed more outraged about the mess than the ominous looming threat.

“Sakura-- Look at that!” Hina pointed excitedly at a massive flamingo floaty. You could literally fit multiple people on it. “It’s so cute! I’m so gonna put this in the pool!”

“Hina, What do you need an inflatable this large for?” Sakura sighed. “You don’t even use them.”

“So that we can both chill on it together and pretend we’re at the beach, Duh!” Hina giggled, The martial artist couldn’t help but smile and shake her head at that.

She was about to say something in response but felt something light land on her head, She instinctively grabbed it and inspected it. It was a pink lei. “What the… Where did this come from?”

“The fuck?” Mondo grabbed a blue lei off of his shoulder.

Hina perked up as a yellow lei landed in her hands. She looked up in the direction It came from to see Chihiro standing atop a massive duck floaty that was similar in size to the flamingo. In their hands they had several more lei’s.

“Chihiro, where did you find those? These are so cute!” Hina squealed, happily putting the lei on.

Chihiro giggled. “I found them sitting in a box next to the door.” They replied, smiling.

Sakura and Mondo both looked up at Chihiro in silence for a moment as they both processed what they were looking at. But once they did…

“CHI!” Mondo yelled, alarmed.

“Chihiro!” Sakura gasped.

“Y-Yeah?” Chihiro asked meekly, startled by the unusual reaction from their friends.

“What are you doing up there??”

“Get down from there right now before ya fall and hurt yourself!”

“What are they now, Chihiro’s parents?” Leon asked, exasperated.

“I mean, If I had to pick anyone here to be my parents, I’d pick these two.” Makoto chuckled quietly.

Chihiro frowned and went to climb off of the duck’s head but they stumbled and squeaked as they went crashing towards the floor.

Mondo dove for the small programmer but Sakura had already seen they were gonna fall so she had taken off in their direction.

Sakura managed to catch them in her arms but didn’t anticipate Mondo also diving for them, she figured Mondo would have seen she was already on it but evidently not.

Mondo ended up colliding with Sakura and the two went tumbling to the floor, luckily Chihiro hadn’t been collateral because Sakura had just put them down.

“OW FUCK!”

“Ugh…”

Leon and Hiro both cracked up laughing at the two, but quickly stopped when Taka and Hina sent them death glares.

Mondo laid there, winded. His upper half was draped across Sakura, She had tried to catch him to break his fall but underestimated how much momentum he’d built up and they both ended up hitting the floor a few times whilst they tumbled.

“Oh no! Are you guys okay?!” Chihiro gasped, rushing over to them with teary eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think anyone would get hurt!”

“Hurt? Who says... we’re hurt?” Mondo tried to put the programmer at ease, mustering up a lopsided grin. “I’m fine, what about you Sakura?”

She was silent for a moment, Most likely also winded from hitting the floor so hard.

“Sakura?” Mondo repeated, pushing himself up off of her, his hand brushing against her side. Her eyes snapped open, suddenly very alert as she jerked upwards into a sitting position.

“Y-Yes. I’m fine too.” She blushed, her arms wrapping around herself self consciously.

Mondo made a confused face. “What’s wrong? Ya hit your head?”

“No, I… Nevermind.”

Chihiro’s face scrunched with confusion too as they replayed what had just happened in their head. Then they realized. “Ohh! I think I know!”

“What Is It?” The Biker asked, turning his head to look at the small student.

“I-It’s nothing. I suppose I’m just a little bit winded from you landing on me.” She said calmly, her face unreadable.

“Well… That could be too…” They mumbled, thinking over It more carefully.

Suddenly, Hina began laughing, as she had apparently figured out what happened. “Oh my god! Mondo! Dude she--”

“Hina!” Sakura interjected quickly, sensing danger. “Don’t even think about It!”

“Will someone just tell me what the fuck is going on!?” Mondo snapped.

“I can’t say It, Because Sakura might kill me If I do.” Hina snickered.

Chihiro sat down next to the Martial artist. “Are you hurt…?” they asked quietly, putting their hand carefully on her side.

She flinched visibly and looked at the small student, blushing. “N-No. I’m fine, Really.” she tried to reassure them. Because she was too busy worrying about Chihiro, she didn’t catch the look of realization across Mondo’s face. Ohhh and the evil grin that followed…

“Sakura, Don’t tell me…” Mondo grinned as the white haired student looked back at him. “Are you ticklish?”

She recognized the almost predatory look in his eyes, and quickly put distance between them by backing up then rising to her feet. “No.” she responded In a serious tone.

Mondo stood up and was slowly advancing towards the slightly nervous woman. “I think you’re lying~”

“Taka!” Sakura said suddenly. “I think Mondo’s bleeding.”

“What!?” Taka was quickly in front of his Kyoudai, checking him for injuries, also effectively standing in his way.

“Wh-what? No-- Taka I’m fine! She’s tricking you!” Mondo stammered, incredulous that Taka would fall for such an obvious trick.

“Trick or not, I need to make sure you’re okay!”

This gave Sakura a chance to get away from the biker, sneaking past back to the safety of her room.

Once Taka was sure that Mondo wasn’t bleeding, he backed off. “Ogami! This isn’t fuckin’ over!” He called down the hall in vain.

“I believe It Is!” She called back, Hina was nearly on the floor laughing her ass off.

“S-Sorry Kyoudai…” Taka meekly apologized.

Mondo sighed. “It’s fine. You were just worried.”

Taka was about to say something else but felt a lei being placed around his neck, he looked down at it in surprise. It was red to match his eyes. “Ch-Chihiro?” he stammered, turning around to face the Programmer.

“I saved the red one for you, there was only one in the box and I thought it would look the best on you.” They smiled.

Taka teared up at the kind gesture. “Th-Thank you! I shall treasure this for as long as I shall live!”

Chihiro giggled as they hugged the strict student, making him even more teary as he returned the hug.

“Using Taka against Mondo to escape Is really smart…” Leon said quietly to Makoto and Hiro.

“Yeah, How come we never thought of that?” Hiro replied.

“That would require you all to have a functioning brain in your heads.” Celeste smiled as they gave her pointed looks.

Kyoko smirked at this, apparently agreeing with Celeste’s sentiment.

[obae-me]

Hiii! May I please request headcanons of the brothers with a MC who has hydrophobia? Thanks sweetie 💖

I wanted to do a little bit of research into it before I even posted it, and I really hope I’m not getting Aquaphobia and Hydrophobia confused. This was something new for me so I’m sorry if it’s not the best. I hope this has enough of what you want, thank you so so much for submitting! 💜

Lucifer

He already knew this about MC, so he’d try to keep them away from large bodies of water as much as he could. Luckily in the Devildom there weren’t many. Not around RAD anyway. He knows about the large lake beside Diavolo’s castle, but there’s not too many times MC would be there.

The time did come eventually. Lucifer and MC had been invited to his castle to talk more about the program. Diavolo had taken them both outside since it seemed much more pleasant than his ‘stuffy castle’. Of course he had taken them both right near that open body of water. 

This would be the first time Lucifer got to see how serious this was. It was one thing to know about and another to see it in action. He was aware of MC right beside him, starting to tremble, their hands fidgeting. Their skin has lost some of its color.

MC had never looked like this in front of him before, not even when any of him or his brothers were in demon form. They had always been too brave for their own good, a trait he had both found annoying yet endearing. He put a supportive hand on their shoulder, and as soon as the conversation was over, he led them away from the lake.

“MC, MC, breathe. You’re right here with me.” 

He covered their shoulders with his coat and stayed with them until MC caught their breath. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. He’d have to take extra precautions to make sure they never looked like that again.

He’d ask MC to join him in his study when they got home so they could talk about it. He couldn’t make another careless mistake like this again, for their sake. 

Mammon

He is as clueless as always, but he never ever means to hurt MC intentionally. He just thought it would be fun to take them to the RAD swimming pool after hours. After all he had taken a dare earlier that day, and if he got away with it, he’d earn some serious cash. 

He read their body language as “I’m nervous to be here after hours, what if Lucifer find out” instead of “I’m terrified to be by this huge demon-sized pool” so he tries shoving them in for fun.

MC absolutely shrieked. They grabbed onto him with a death grip, shaking like a leaf about to be blown off a tree due to violent winds. So, in shorter words, intensely.

Mammon was stunned for the longest time, trying to come up with all sorts of answers in his head to why they screamed like that? Was it something he did? Did MC see something? Did they not know how to swim or something?

“Hey, hey, human it was just a joke, huh, I didn’t mean nothing by it.”

He held them close and led them outside, leaving his fun plans and money behind to take them home. He won’t soon be forgetting the piercing sound of the scream they made.

Once MC calmed down back in the House of Lamentation, they explained the ins and outs of their phobia to Mammon. Of all the things...he didn’t really think of the possibility that humans could be afraid of water.

“Dummy, why didn't you say that before?! Man now I do feel kinda like a scumbag.” 

Will become very protective now anytime too much water is involved, sticking by MC’s side constantly. Not like he doesn’t already do this already. 

Levi

He first noticed MC acting strange the first time they were in his room, and took strange steps to be as far away from his gigantic fish tank at all times. If they stayed in his room, they would make fervent glances over at it, looking more timid than usual. 

He didn’t think much of it, since MC was new and he knew nothing about normal demons much less normal humans. He noted it as quirky and forgot about it...till he tried taking MC to the beach. Their reaction was much more severe, not even getting anywhere near close to the water’s edge, almost being even to afraid to look at the vastness of it. 

When MC finally confided in him, he couldn’t help but feel as if this was somehow part of his fault. 

“Was it the gigantic sea monster I released?”

“It has nothing to do with you, Levi, I’ve had this fear for a long time.”

Levi loves water, he feels most home at it, he even sleeps in a bathtub for Diavolo’s sake. He’s always secretly waited to share that love with MC. If they’re scared though...he won’t force them. 

He’ll compare this to a scenario in a video game, just like MC has not been coded to swim. There will be some sort of barrier for them around water. This helps him understand this a bit easier. 

If MC is too uncomfortable to be around his fish tank, whenever he feels like it, he’ll bring his whole setup into their room. 

Satan

He made an educated guess that MC had this fear. He may or may not have been able to see some information about them by breaking into Lucifer’s study. Since it wasn’t often that MC came across too much water in the Devildom, he didn’t chalk it up to too big of an issue. 

He did however, reread one of his books containing all sorts of different phobias and fears, so he could at least try to be knowledgeable about it. 

One particular day, MC came home much too late. Apparently, they had made a point to take a much longer route home, just so they wouldn’t have to come across the dark and deep foreboding pond that was settled on one of the paths home.  

He admitted he may have underestimated how much of a problem this actually was.

He’ll give MC all sorts of different routes to take, ones that would do well to avoid any ponds or rivers. It was probably for the best anyway, this was the Devildom after all, and rarely were the waters free of anything that could potentially harm MC.  

He doesn’t really like water either, he’s not afraid of it like MC is, but he’ll stay away when he can. He feels more of a connection to MC because of this and will make sure he has a list of activities they both can enjoy together away on dry land.

If he feels like it’s impeding their life, he’ll try to help them overcome it.

Asmo

He was completely unaware until he got invited to a special After-RAD beach party. With MC as his plus-one, he dragged them out to mingle. 

MC doesn’t bother wearing a swimsuit, for obvious reasons, but he takes that clue in an entirely different direction. “Oh are you going to swim au-natural? So bold~”

He’s very in tune the body so he knows how it looks when it’s pleased, and how it looks when it’s distressed. 

So at the party he notices that MC’s chest is rising and falling much more than normal. Social jitters? He keeps a careful eye on them while he goes to town on the flirting. When he comes back around to MC, he sees more symptoms, the sweaty palms, the fluttering eyes, and their breathing is much more shallow now. 

Once he finds out he doesn’t stop smothering MC with attention. “Why didn’t you tell me dear? It’s okay, we don’t need the beach to have fun, we’ll leave right away, there will plenty of other parties. All the people here are lame anyway.” 

He’ll take MC back home to treat them to a spa night, something much more relaxing than that awful party. He’ll massage their shoulders, telling MC how tense they were after being there. “Poor sweet darling.” 

MC can have a spa day with Asmo whenever they want, it’s so much more fun than parties, if they were the one he was working on at least. 

Don’t worry because MC can be afraid of water all they want, but there are still plenty of ways to get wet~

Beel

He was told much later than he would’ve preferred. Having a phobia like this seemed like something MC would’ve shared with him almost immediately. He only figured it out after they shared it with him after he asked MC to watch him work out.

He wanted to change up his routine a bit, and decided to swim that day in the gym swimming pool. With MC there, he would be able to push himself further under their support. 

However, because he was so immersed in his workout, he didn’t realize MC was in the middle of a panic attack. He looked up from the water just in time to watch MC sprint out of the pool area obviously flustered. He followed them immediately, worried it was something he did. 

When he found them, they were gasping for air, tears streaking down their face. Beel wasted no time embracing them in a hug, petting their head and telling them to breathe in and out, to focus on his voice. 

Once MC could speak, they apologized, briefly explaining their fear to him. Had he known, Beel wouldn’t have even gotten them anywhere near the pool. 

He’ll fully support them, whether anyone says that their phobia is rational or not, it’s still something that terrifies them, and he doesn’t want them to feel like that ever, if he can help it. 

Belphie

He still doesn’t know a lot about MC, since...you know. He doesn’t expect MC to tell him anything either because...well...

Found it out firsthand when he invited MC out to one of his favorite napping spots. A nice little place apart from the Devildom danger. Under a lovely weeping tree right near a wide river. This spot was perfect since the rapids rushing by canceled out the normal sounds of everyday demon life. Except it didn’t drown out MC’s fear.

He had fallen asleep as soon as they got to their destination, meaning that he left MC alone to their panic. They felt alone, ridiculous, and by the time Belphie opened his eyes to check on them, they were already in a ball, shivering. 

The Demon of Sloth had hardly moved so fast to get to their side, giving them his special pillow to squeeze. When MC told him about it in choppy words, he let out a long sigh. He felt dumb. 

“Let’s get you home then, you look exhausted.” Those were the only words he said, but he made up for it in his actions. He never once let go of them on their walk back to the House of Lamentation. He let them sleep in his bed since it was state of the art, he claimed. 

MC never did discover that after they fell asleep, Belphie headed straight to Lucifer to chew him out for not telling him. Lucifer knew practically everything about MC, save for what Diavolo wouldn’t share. After he had said his piece, he went back to his shared bedroom to cuddle with them, making sure they were okay before he fell asleep this time. 

Gee, he hates how MC keeps him restless. 

[smalltragedy]

* natalia dyer, nonbinary + she/they | you know philomena carmichael, right? they’re twenty-one, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a day? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to oo-de-lally by roger miller like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole wind whipping around your hair, the gentleness of decomposition, a naked blur dancing around the flames of an everlasting fire thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is april 20th, so they’re a taurus, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

hiii im back ... tentatively .. looks at u all ominously

CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION, DEATH, GRAPHIC MENTION OF DECAY, INSECTS MENTION TW.

mini playlist.

oo-de-lally / roger miller, wonderfully bizarre / bendigo fletcher, dust in your pocket / glass animals, gecgecgec / 100 gecs, nantes / beirut, cherry-coloured funk / cocteau twins, not allowed / tv girl, space song / beach house, dog food / 100 gecs.

statistics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

birthday: april 20th, 2000.

zodiac: taurus sun, scorpio moon, aries ascending.

temperament: improvisor / phlegmatic.

label: the halycon.

sexuality: demisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

cancer tw // it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long. end of cancer tw //

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

depersonalization / derealization tw // it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs. depersonalization / derealization end of tw //

death, decay. maggots tw // there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot. end of death, decay, maggots tw //

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

after ending up with warrants from their arrest in florida (after running from the law in texas), philly and elektra have wound up at irving <3 partially hiding from the law and partially bcos their trusty van’s broken down and they haven’t got the money to fix her up yet.

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon.

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been.

currently living in florence, their van, with her sister elektra <3 currently residing in lilac ridge.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. (smirks at leo)

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her (besides elektra).

has a certain knack for getting animals to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay.

wanted plots.

speaking through my third eye ... ;; philly is new in town n shes very strange. constantly lives in a state in which she does not exist (at least on the same plane). this is her harassing the locals. this is her slipping thru their fingertips as they attempt 2 understand her. they get close smtms bt philly jst. whisks herself away.

hollows of our eyelids ... ;; perhaps there is smbdy jst as strange as philly. i’m out here calling fr all the weirdos. lets be friends. lets hv philly n co go on adventures n discover horrible sites n uncover ancient secrets tht lie deep below irving. mayb nt tht. bt im jst saying. this is fr the dreamers. da weirdos. the jugheads. LHKDSHFSADLKGFHLSKADG fr those who also feel as if they r not real.

bills n aches n blues... ;; ya this is my call fr all negative plots. bills (catching philly be a thief and a fraud), aches (mayb heartache? unrecruited feelings or w/e theyre called?), n blues (ooooh so sad... so sad ... angst ...) obviously i am a genius. i wldnt say tht philly is here 2 make enemies bc philly doesnt care much abt ppl bt perhaps tht cld b an issue. tht she doesnt care much abt others. mayb ur muse is jst like. cn u pls care. n philly is like. i am incapable. sry. sucks.

n also ,, ;; like. anything i’ll. take anything. philly is weird lets come up w surreal plots tht verge on the edge of like. nt being correct fr this verse. suddenly theres vampires? or so they think ... smirks. anyways. shes been 2 jail n been in the circus n dances naked in the woods n hoards animals n treasures. we hv a lot to work with here obv.

[courage-in-immensity]

“Here's to us, here's to love, All the times, that we messed up” whatever it fits best!

Song Lyrics Prompt: Here’s To Us – Clinn

“Here’s to us, here’s to love, all the times that we messed up…” – Glee Cast

Quinn James was pretty sure she would never underestimate the power of adrenaline again. Her heart was pounding as she dropped onto Clay’s couch at the beach house, and her fingers shook so badly she was afraid she might spill her beer. “That was incredible,” she breathed in awe. “We actually did it!”

“Do you mean Nathan’s deal or facing the immensity?” Clay asked. The deep despair she’d noticed in his eyes for almost as long as she’d known him had dimmed. A delightful twinkle had replaced the sorrow and it made Quinn feel positively weak at the knees. “I can’t thank you enough for all your help, Q. Thanks for not letting me become that company retreat cautionary tale.”

“I mean both, I suppose…I knew you would never let Nathan down.” Quinn threw all caution to the wind and sidled closer to Clay on the couch, clasping his hand tightly. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” Clay shot her a modest smile. “You should be proud of yourself too, missy. The way you walked out into the waves after everything you’ve told me was incredibly badass.”

“I still can’t believe I actually did that,” Quinn giggled breathlessly. “That should tell you something about how mutual the whole insanely in love thing is.”

“I think all these victories call for a toast,” Clay proposed, raising his beer to clink against Quinn’s bottle. “Here’s to…facing the immensity?”

“Good one,” the brunette agreed. “To facing the immensity and falling insanely in love.”

“It sounds so cheesy when you say it like that,” Clay groaned, covering his eyes in mortification. “What was I thinking?”

“I’m pretty sure there was no thinking involved, babe. Only feeling,” Quinn pointed out. “That’s what made it so perfect. I haven’t felt so in love in years.”

“I felt this way about a ghost, arguably worse than not feeling it at all,” Clay sighed. “It’s like you brought my heart back to life. Christ, now I’m definitely laying it on too thick.”

“You’re not,” Quinn promised. “I absolutely love it, keep going.”

“Can we keep going tomorrow maybe?” Clay suggested. “I kind of like the feeling I get that you’re in it for the long haul. And to be honest I’m completely exhausted right now; it’s been an insane week.”

“Damn straight I’m in it for the long haul,” Quinn nodded firmly, but she wasn’t sure Clay had heard her. His eyes had dropped shut so suddenly she couldn’t help but smile to herself. Carefully extracting herself from his embrace, Quinn crept behind the sofa and stood there for a moment massaging the remaining tension out of his shoulders. “I love you,” she whispered and when he smiled despite seeming fast asleep, she knew that Sara’s ghost wasn’t the only one in his dreams anymore. She had carved a place in his heart for herself by just being herself and it was all she had ever wanted.

[obxing]

fate is fate|| JJ Maybank

Word Count: 2,025

Warnings: Slight Abuse Mentions, if that makes you uncomfortable please do not read.

Requested: Naw dawg, I do really like this piece though. Hit me with some feedback please!

He wanted to hate her, he wanted to be able to curse her name and wish bad upon her. But, no matter how much he had tried to put her down and hate her it had only made him hate himself more. He was the one that had hurt her, thus resulting in his own never-ending hurt. If it wasn’t for his temper maybe, just maybe, she’d be standing in between his legs on this Friday night. Her body would be moving to the rhythm of the Zeppelin song that was blaring through the beat-up speakers at John B’s as Kie and her threw their heads back with laughter and liquor shots. Maybe, just maybe, his life would be warm again. Ever since they’d parted ways it’d been raining, and not little spring drizzles.  But, full out summer thunderstorms where the lightning cracking the sky rattled your bones and made you fear the outside winds. That didn’t stop him though, fifty-five on a hand-me-down bike with bald tires. The rain making a steady rhythm with every drop that fell onto his worn sweatshirt making it feel heavier than usual.  

Just like the air on the beach as he’d set foot in the sand, everything went suddenly still. His eyes following the bodies throughout the party only to see her there in their normal spot, her and Kie laughing about Pope’s terrible pick-up lines. Just like they always had on Friday nights. This time it was different, not just because he wasn’t there with her, but because she was doing it alone. She was putting back the pieces to the puzzle that he’d broken apart when he left her, she was doing better. She looked happier, the smile never fading off her face. Flashing her slightly crooked teeth, which usually she hid with the rest of her insecurities, to anyone that would take the sight of her beauty. It didn’t take long for their laughter to die and their eyes making their way to him with a displeased look.  

He knew he had balls showing up here, especially after what had gone down between them. If it wasn’t for the Pogues he might have packed up and headed out of town for a few weeks but, they needed him. Or maybe he needed them, constantly wrapped up in trying to find a purpose for being brought into this world. After all, that’s what had cost him his relationship with her. She had her heart set on him for the longest time, convincing the both of them that her single purpose on earth was to put together his broken pieces and love him. After what he had done to her though he wasn’t sure she managed to keep a smile on her face as her eyes met his. The corners of her mouth of faltering slightly, quick to recover her big grin. If there was one single thing, she was known for it was her pride. She hadn’t even cried when they’d decided- well he decided- to end things, looking him dead in the eye with a straight face and a nod.  

She refuses to let people know that they hurt her. That she, the tough, fighter, pogue princess had feelings, feelings meant weaknesses and weaknesses would only be used against you. He’d laughed when she first told him that, her head rested in her hand as her arm was propped up by her elbow. Laying comfortably in her bed her thumb and forefinger rubbing lightly over the shark tooth on the hemp necklace that hung loosely around his neck. She didn’t talk to him for two weeks after that, being laughed meant that you weren’t taken seriously, and she got that enough as is. She didn’t need it from him too. He had shown up at her door at around four in the morning the following Thursday stating that he only laughed at her because he hadn’t known she was so smart. That’s when she laughed at him, this wasn’t the first time he’d underestimated her. Certainly not the last either. It was his first time at a kegger, he was always cocky, but the newfound way of scraping with some kooks added just an egotistical boost that he certainly didn’t need for his own well-being. His hand slipped from the pocket of his shorts to her behind with a loud slap. She was quick to react turning the on the balls of her feet before she could even process her actions, her fingertips came in rough contact with his cheek causing his jaw to drop open wide and a chorus of “Wows” from the group of people that had surrounded the two of them. He never touched her without permission again. That was until last week. While she did not always agree with all of the Pogues choices and their ways of life she was born into the group, giving her more “friends” than she could count, each of them equally pissed with his most recent decision affecting her and her happiness. No matter how many times she had tried to reassure them that it was fine, and the breakup was on mutual terms. it wasn’t. They couldn’t help but want to talk some sense into him, but a Pogue wouldn’t fight their own.  Right? 

Her head quickly snapped back towards Kie muttering something too quiet to be heard by anyone but the two of them. Kie nodded in response and stood walking towards the waves with her, he still stood frozen at the drink table. His hair stuck flat against his forehead with sweat from the humidity from the storm that had since passed. John B’s hand came roughly in contact with his back. Causing him to jump slightly and look up towards him. He only pushed him out of her line of vision and towards the group of tourists.

Her windshield wipers went up and down trying to counteract the splatters the rain had made on the windshield. Much like she had tried to do. Keep yourself busy. When you’re busy you don’t have time to think. She knew that eventually, it would all hit, like a bullet out of a gun. The wound in her heart would bleed silently with no one around to hold her. No one to stroke her hair softly as she let loud sobs erupt from her throat like he had once done. But not anymore, not when he was the reason for the tears. He’d had gotten to know her weaknesses only to use them to his benefit. He broke her down as easily as he had helped build her up. Checkmate.  

He sat with another beer bottle pressed to his mouth. The beach was filled with loud laughter and music, but around him was nothing but silence. His world was left a deafening silence without her in it, without her laugh echoing through his bones. His fist slammed down on the log he sat on tossing the bottle in a bag of trash and standing swiftly. Making his way back to his bike, the rain had stopped a long time ago but there was a storm brewing on the inside of him. His bike never normally went under fifty unless she were on the back of it, her arms wrapped around his waist like her life had depended on it. Like if she were to let go, she’d lose him and everything that came with him. she did. This time, the bike hit a mere twenty-five mile an hour. Taking the turns cautiously to her drive, almost too cautious. Like he’d wish he’d been with her heart. He knew that no matter how tough she was during social times when she was alone, she was fragile. Like an old crystal vase, that with the right movement, just enough to push her over the edge. She’d shatter like glass on the floor in front of him. That’s exactly what she did, quick to piece herself together so he didn’t see.  

His hand rapped softly on the door, the normal ten-minute drive turned into twenty and he still hadn’t been able to string together the right words to say to her. The door swung open now, revealing her true self. She looked smaller now, her hair had been placed into a messy bun, the make-up she had caked on to cover the bruise on her face was now long washed down the drain, her eyes were slightly puffy showing she’d been weak and had cried. He couldn’t bring himself to speak or stop himself as his hand raised up and touched the bruise he’d created. Knowing that the bruise ran deep in her heart too. The way she flinched, and tears came to her eyes broke his heart. He’d never wanted any of this to happen, he’d ruined her.  

She could only mutter out “what are you doing here” her voice dripping of venom. “I’m not sure” was all that he could muster up in return, his blue eyes melting with hers. Tear’s threatened to spill out but unlike her, he couldn’t keep them from falling. “I’m sorry” were the next set of words he was able to put together. “You should be” he only nodded at her response. His own guilt setting in now, realizing that no matter how hard he had tried to fight it he turned out the spitting image of his father. Something they’d both promised to each other that they’d never have to see. She tried so hard to save him from his fate but only some people want saving. Others want to play with death until it’s too late. And he did.

She moved slightly allowing him to enter her house but not her heart which stood firmly guarded in front of him. “I just have one question” it was the same question that had formed in the back of her head anytime something that ended even slightly badly had happened. He looked up at her from where he sat on the couch, she wanted to laugh at him for looking so weak in front of her. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t break her heart though. He was always a smile and a laugh, maybe a fist fight every now and then but, never tears.

“Why?” she stuttered trying to find her ground “why’d you do it?” He wanted to be able to come up with an answer for her but, he knew no answer would be able to justify his actions. And he didn’t want them too. “I snapped” was all he could say as his face fell into his hands. They had both known it was bound to happen, his temper got the better of him most times. But never with her, for whatever she had some sort of ability to calm every nerve in his body, she was some sort of weakness of his that he couldn’t ever ignore. They both had equal blame in the argument though both had placed the blamed bruises on him and him only. And he knew it was true. He knew that deep down if he had never had gotten so set on getting money when he was pissed at his dad that he wouldn’t have spent the past two weeks at the chateau, drunk before the time she was in bed. That if he had just come home sober like she’d asked him to do she wouldn’t have laughed in his face. She wouldn’t have called him a joke and tried to shut the door in his face. He was a joke, he wasn’t a man and they both knew it. He had insecurities of his own that had often drowned out the positivity that she’d tried to bring. He wanted nothing more than to feel big and bad, to have people bow in fear at his presence. And now that he had it, watching her cower away every time that he shifted in his spot, his heart cracking each time that she flinched, he would do anything to be the soft boy that she once held and didn’t feel the need to hide from.

[kyber-crystal]

So you don’t have to write this it’s an awful idea anyway, but I have a writing suggestion. So let me set the scene for you: It’s autumn and reader wants to go on a walk, Steve decides to join and they have a really good conversation. Then they come to this boardwalk thing and they talk on there for a bit, then after awhile Steve confesses that he loves the reader and they kiss and it’s all cute :) Sorry it’s a really bad idea, just a suggestion.

YES YES YES THIS IS SO FLUFFY OMG THIS ISNT BAD AT ALL. I LOVE FLUFFY STEVE SM

Steve knows you’re a huge nature lover & enthusiast

Even while on missions you like to point out the scenery around you and frankly, he finds this quite adorable

Fall in New York was one of your favorite times of year - with the vibrant colors of the trees, the perfect weather: not too cold but not too warm, either, and of course, cozy cable-knit sweaters and hot cocoa.

As a superhero, you were rarely ever granted breaks - so now that you had been given an opportunity to finally relax, you seized it right away

Although you and Steve weren’t officially a couple, you spent almost all of your free time with each other - cooking together, going on runs, sparring, and even playing piano together

You both found solace in talking walks downtown, admiring the hustle and bustle of your surroundings. Though your outings weren't always filled with chatter, his company was the only thing you really needed sometimes, and his as well

You'd taken to walk around Central Park together from time to time

Today, your schedules were both cleared of any events so you decided to head out a little farther than usual, taking the subway out closer to the coast. It was the crack of dawn and the skies were still pale and grey, so nobody was really around when you left

You gazed in awe at the leaves falling in gorgeous bursts of red, orange, and yellow, gently fluttering to the ground. Steve watched you stare and couldn’t help but smile - he loved seeing your face light up. It was a relieving contrast to your toughened-up facial expressions that he often saw on the battlefield - the look in your eyes you got before shooting your enemies dead with energy blasts. 

It was a softer side of you that he didn’t see very often, but was glad whenever it emerged

Now that you were outside, you were beginning to deeply regret underestimating the weather and not dressing properly - your sweater and jeans clearly was no match for October’s chilly winds - today was rather cold. 

"Oh god, it’s cold, I’m freezing," you muttered, shivering and rubbing your hands together in an attempt to stay warm, “I’m so stupid. I should’ve brought a jacket, at least...”

"Ha, that sucks," Steve was smirking at you, all bundled up in his thick jacket, with his fluffy scarf wrapped around his neck

"Oh. You're actually freezing," his eyes widened once he noticed your lips that were tinted slightly purple and your hands that were bright red. "Here." He took off his gloves, along with his jacket. You slid in each arm into the thick parka one at a time and buttoned it up before taking the gloves and slipping them onto your hands, thankful for the added warmth that it gave you

Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. You let out a small sigh of contentment - it really felt like you were being enveloped within a heater

“But you’re gonna get cold-”

“I’m wearing multiple layers, darling. And, I’m Captain America, I don’t get sick easily.”

“Thank you...” “Of course. Anything for my best girl.” You felt your face heat up at the name.

It was silent for another half hour or so before he spoke up again

“So...how’s your week been?”

“Uneventful. Not much going on...unless, if you call me almost melting the toaster with my bare hands this morning eventful.”

He laughed, head tilting back slightly as he did so. God, you could listen to him laugh forever--

“Really...how have you been holding up? You seemed pretty shaken after Paris.” (he was referring to you and the team being sent out to stop an arms trade happening in the midst of a gala at the Louvre. You slit a man’s throat with your trusty knife (he was about to shoot Natasha in the back), stabbed two others with tiny dessert forks, killed another four with your energy blasts (they were about to attack innocent partygoers at the bar) -- and were left traumatized after all the bloodshed)

“I’ve been better...but I’m okay.”

“You know I’m always here for you, right? If you ever need someone to vent to...or just talk with, you can come to me.”

The corners of your mouth turned up into a small grin. “Even if it’s at 3 a.m?”

“Even if it’s at 3 a.m,” he repeated, smiling down at you. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you...you’re the best.”

Steve felt his heart swell with pride. “I should be the one asking you that.”

“Nah. You’re really the best.”

“I still think that title belongs to you and you only, but think what you’d like, sweetheart.”

You arrived at a nice little boardwalk by the beach. By now the sun was just starting to rise - peeking above the horizon before bursting into flames in a colorful array of cotton candy pink, gold, and amber - it was a sight for sore eyes. 

He subconsciously slid an arm around your waist, tugging you close into his side. You allowed yourself to relax and lean against him, resting your head against his shoulder

"What are you looking at?" A small smile tugged at the edges of your lips when you met his gaze and realized he'd been staring at you for a while. "Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's nothing," he shook his head, tightening his grip around you, “...nothing at all."

“Are you sure...? Because your eyes...”

“My eyes?”

“They sparkled.” You let out a short giggle, and Steve swore he felt his heart stop at that moment. “Is it because I look good? I honestly think I look like a mess. I threw on the first thing I saw in my closet.”

“No,” he smiled softly, “you look beautiful, doll.”

and then your heart just goes WOASDLADKLSPSPJRKLJLKJFSKL

because STEVE ROGERS just called you ‘beautiful’ and ‘doll’

this is the best day of my life you told yourself

Then he takes you by surprise by tilting his chin downwards and pressing his lips to yours

the entire time you’re thinking HOLY SHIT I’M KISSING STEVE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD and HOOOLY SHIT I’M TOUCHING HIS BACK MUSCLES AAAAAAA but at the same time you’re also like chiLl tf out Y/N you’re an ADULT but then you’re also like ADDFDSFOSDF I’M KISSING STEVE WHAT THE FUCK

“That was-”

“Amazing,” you quickly finished his sentence. Steve’s face immediately broke into a wide grin. You smiled even wider as you took note of the pink tinge to his cheeks. “But what was that all about?”

“I’m in love with you and I didn’t know what else to do. It was either take Bucky’s advice of just ‘going for it’ or listening to Tony and have him set us up.”

You shuddered. “I’m glad you didn’t go to Stark for help. God knows what he would’ve done.”

“I’m glad, too.” He smiled again and pulled you in for another kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. “I love you a lot, Y/N.”

“I know. I love you too.”

[gae-gae-homosexual-gae]

maybe cliffdiving can be our always || oidai

this is an oidai fic i’ve already posted to ao3 and wattpad, but hasn’t gotten much traction.  it’s established relationship fluff, and has background tensuga.

I based this fic off of a playlist I made! Here's the spotify link ;)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4RFJ4i79gs3XOuCcYo0SEs?si=hNO0vTehQZmKKdREeA58cQ

“Daichi! Are you crazy!”

Tōru shrieked through his laugh, fear mixing with elation as Daichi held onto him on their way down. The pair were in the US for a trip, and Daichi had claimed he always wanted to go cliff diving, so here they were.

The fall was freeing. Tōru felt on top of the world, like he’d never even had a lick of pride in his life because this was the moment he felt most in control- even though he had absolutely none. His hair floated in the wind, ears popping as the air pressure changed.

He looked to Daichi, molten chocolate eyes blown wide but filled with so much joy, a smile bold enough to stop the turn of the Earth itself.

He’ll never regret this.

Daichi promised to hold Tōru on the way down, to wade in the water until he was sure that he was safe, to help him back to shore if needed. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Tōru to even agree to these terms, so he didn’t want to test his luck.

“Yes! But you love me for it!”

The two laughed, Tōru’s still filled with some slight screaming, and Daichi told Tōru to take a breath less than two seconds before they hit the water, bubbles filling their ears.

Tōru opened his eyes wide, hair floating around his face, and started kicking his way to the surface. He would never tell Daichi, but that was so fucking fun.

Daichi was already on the surface by the time Tōru got there, water dripping from his hair and a wide smile on his face.

“I told you it was fun, Tōru!”

Tōru didn’t even have the energy to fight back- it was fun. It was so, so fun, and he already wanted to do it again.

“Race you back?”

“You’re on.”

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“Dai, do we really have to go back to Japan?”

“Do you want to stay in Washington?”

Tōru thought for a moment. There was a kind of quiet chaos here. It was almost like he and Daichi could discover something new every day for the rest of their lives and still not find everything Forks had to offer.

“And if I said yes?”

“I would do anything for you, princess, you know that.”

Tōru blushed at the nickname.

“You deserve to be happy too, ‘Chi.”

“I’m happy wherever I am with you. We can always go back to visit. I’m sure we can find jobs here. Besides, Iwaizumi said you needed to stop playing, at least professionally.”

Tōru agreed silently, his knee twinging, though he was still bitter about it. It wasn’t like he only excelled in volleyball, but it was the only thing besides his boyfriend that made him happiest.

“What about-”

“Tōru, look at me.”

He felt a strong hand grip his chin, turning his face to meet Daichi’s eyes.

“Stop worrying about everyone else for once. You don’t owe anyone anything. What would make you happy, first and foremost?”

Fuck. Daichi always knew when Tōru started spiraling, which he was about to do.

“I guess we should start looking for jobs and a new place, huh?”

Their lips met, Daichi smiling through their kiss.

He wanted this too.

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Moving across a city or two is stressful enough, but moving countries is a whole other story. It wasn’t the worst thing Tōru’s experienced, not by a long shot, but it was definitely wearing on his nerves. He gripped the mug full of tea so tightly it made his knuckles whiten, the ceramic warm enough to burn anyone else’s skin.

Getting jobs was hard enough- and Tōru was immediately grateful that Daichi had made him go to college, or he’d be stuck working a minimum-wage job.

He’d secured a job as a trainer at a local gym, and he already had seven clients booked by the time he got home from his first shift- everyone wanted to work with the Olympic gold medalist.

Daichi got a job as a fireman, his toned muscles being an easy sell. The two were constantly busy and massages had become a regular thing in the shitty motel they’d called home for the last few weeks.

Tōru was going to need so many fucking massages when they finished moving everything into their apartment.

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“Sacchan!! Guess what?”

“What is it, Oi?”

“I can marry Dai here!”

The line was silent for a few seconds. One of the biggest barriers of their relationships had been the laws against their marriages in Japan. Satori and Kōshi had moved to France, for the redhead’s dreams of being a chocolatier and the silver-haired man’s dreams of living in the city of love, and they’d gotten engaged there recently.

“Does Daikkun know that?”

“I don’t know, but I just saw a same-sex wedding on TV, so I had to look it up!”

Tōru heard a sigh on the other line, followed by some shuffling. A new voice responded, though a welcome one.

“Tōru, love, we both know Daichi is a dense man. You might have to drop hints, or he’ll never get it.”

“Kō, I want him to be the one to figure it out. All I know is that I’m going to be late for our date, so I’ll talk to you later! I love both of you, so much!”

“We love you too, Tōru. Have fun on your date.”

The line clicked. Tōru knew Kōshi was right, that his boyfriend wasn’t the smartest sometimes, but Tōru knew their love was completely genuine. Daichi would do anything for him and Tōru would do the same.

Dress comfortably, Daichi had told him. They’d been in Forks for two years now, but still Tōru hadn’t a single clue what the two would be doing for the evening. He tugged on a pair of his own jeans and one of Daichi’s worn-out band tees, opting for comfort over style.

The tee hung loosely from his body- Daichi had always been the more built one of the two- and he looked fucking phenomenal. Tōru grabbed Daichi’s second leather jacket, knowing they’d be taking his bike tonight.

When Daichi got home he didn’t even bother to come inside, opting instead to honk at Tōru, shocking him out of his thoughts.

“Hey babe,” Daichi greeted Tōru, sealing it with a kiss. “You look amazing.”

Tōru blushed, still not accustomed to the way Daichi genuinely meant every compliment he gave.

“Ready?”

Tōru nodded, putting on his helmet and climbing behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him.

“You bet.”

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The two rode out of the city, towards the coast. They took the highway that stretched for miles against the beach, sunset casting beautiful orange and pink tones to the sands. Daichi pulled to a stop near a small 50’s themed diner, grabbing Tōru’s hand and leading him inside.

“We came all this way for a diner?”

“Patience is a virtue, Tōru.”

Daichi ordered food for the both of them; he’d always seemed to know what Tōru would like best. They chatted and locked their legs under the table, tossing the occasional fry at each other and filling the nearly empty diner with their combined laughter.

After he finished eating, Tōru rested his head in his hand, staring at Daichi who was paying their bill before returning with a huge smile on his face.

“I love you, ‘Chi.”

“I love you too. Let’s go, we have one more stop before we go home.”

“Let’s get going then.”

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Their final destination was back near Forks- leaving Tōru even more confused as to why they travelled all that way to eat some greasy diner food- though he wasn’t complaining. The food had been amazing, after all.

They pulled to a stop at an all-too-familiar stretch of cliffs.

“Dai?”

“Remember this place? We went cliff diving on our first day in Washington, two years ago today. You were so scared, I told you it would be okay but you still screamed the whole way down. When the first jump was over, though, you asked to do it again and again. You even complained when we had to go back to the hotel.”

Tōru stared at his Daichi, who was staring out into the water. The last remnants of sunshine clung to his tanned skin, made his eyes sparkle.

“We had so much fun. You tried your first American-style cheeseburger that night, because you refused to eat them with me until you were too tired to argue anymore. I fell even more in love with you when the ketchup sat in the corner of your mouth and you wiped it away.”

Tōru grimaced a little- he hated having food anywhere on his face.

“Tōru, I don’t just love you. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you and all of the beauty that comes with it. I’m in love with the way you scrunch your nose when you don’t like my joke, I’m in love with your bedhead, I’m in love with the way you look in my clothes. I’m in love with the way you always smell like freshly brewed coffee even though you hate the taste. I’m in love with the way you begged me to take you to Roswell for the aliens. I’m in love with the way you are so passionate about everything, from politics to your favourite kind of sweeteners to add to different kinds of tea. I’m so hopelessly in love with you, Tōru.”

Tōru stayed silent, processing everything his boyfriend just said. It was a lot to take in- all of the things his past lovers had complained about were the same things Daichi loved about him. Exactly how the hell did he get so lucky?

“I’m so fucking in love with you, I know that and you know that and our family knows that. We all know that but still, I can’t help but want to make everyone know that.”

All of a sudden, Daichi was on his knee, holding Tōru’s hands in his own. Tōru gasped slightly, blush rising furiously onto his face.

“I’m in love with you, Tōru, and I want to share everything with you- especially my last name. Will you take it, like you took my heart?”

The ring, though simple, was gorgeous. Even so, it held nothing to the way Daichi looked. Tōru has it bad for the man currently beneath him.

“Of course I will.”

Maybe he underestimated Daichi, and so did Satori and Kōshi.

He didn’t need to drop any hints.

He just needed to live the rest of his life with his overly warm fiancé.