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ikeromantic · 1 year ago

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Entwined, Ch. 9

Part 9 of a multipart series. Mai has been reborn in the modern age after a full life in the Sengoku. The warlords as spirit animals find her again after 500 years of searching for her soul. Approx. 2700 words.

Part 1

Previous: Part 8

“Did you have a good chat with your friend?” Mai asked as they made their way down the beach. There were only a few people out and about. An old man sunning himself. A mom and her two children splashing in the surf. A one-eyed kitty sat on the nearby dock, tail swishing. They nearly had the whole beach all to themselves.

He gave her a sidelong look. “I did.”

“Thanks for the clothes, by the way. You didn’t need to buy all this for me.”

“Don’t worry about it. There is no other way I’d rather spend my money.” He gave her a warm smile. “I owe you for taking up your time this afternoon anyway.”

She shook her head. “No. No. I did need the break. And I haven’t been to the beach in awhile.”

Mitsuhide nodded instead of responding with one of his usual quips.

There was so much in his expression that she could not read. Mai wanted to ask him about his teasing earlier. About his conversation with Motonari. And what he knew of her headaches and the strange dreams that invaded even her waking hours. The words were there on the tip of her tongue, but she found herself unable to speak them. As if some fear held her silent. Fear, perhaps, of learning a truth she wasn’t ready to accept, or hearing a lie she could not stomach.

“Let’s swim,” she said instead. It was still a bit cool out to be in the water, but she didn’t care. A feeling of recklessness burst over her. A sudden desire to do something, anything. To move, even if that motion changed nothing about her situation.

“Alright, little mouse.” He ruffled her hair playfully, his humor back in full force.

They found a spot to set their things and changed in the nearby dressing rooms. Mai was tempted to put back on the white and gold bathing suit just to see if it had the same effect a second time around, but self preservation won out and she wore the blue one instead.

Mitsuhide was already waiting for her on a blanket spread over the sand. He was wearing a pair of loose swim trunks. They were white, with curling blue lines up the sides that emphasized how low they rode his hips. Her eyes were drawn to the line of soft, white-blond hair that led in a trail beneath his bellybutton to the waist band of the shorts.

Mai felt her mouth go dry at the sight. There was something intolerably sexy about the V of a man’s hips, and on Mitsuhide it was . . . delicious was the only word that came to her mind. She had to take a breath and make her heart calm down. This was not the way she was supposed to feel about a client - or a friend. And he had someone else, she reminded herself. He just liked to tease her.

He seemed to catch the look in her eyes as she saw him, and his smile grew wider. “Do you approve? I know I didn’t model for you at the shop, but I didn’t think I needed to. Men’s swim trunks are all the same, no?”

“No,” she said breathily and then coughed and said it again in a more normal tone. “The - the seams. The fit. Uhm.” Mai cleared her throat again. How did he have this effect? She saw countless men in their underwear during fittings and when taking measurements. And she’d had boyfriends. Not a lot, but enough to be immune to - to abs. And that pelvic V. And the delicate platinum hairs that caught the light. And that little freckle on his left hip . . .

“Uhm?” He laughed. “Technical sewing term?”

“Yep. Yeah.” Holy cats, she thought. This was entirely unfair. She wished she’d decided to come out in the white and gold suit, just to even things up.

“You look great in that one.” Mitsuhide gave her an appreciative look. “The blue suits you.”

“Mmm.” She noticed it matched the blue on his shorts. “It looks like we coordinated.”

“Oh? What a coincidence.”

The way he said it made her doubt that very much, but she decided not to make anything out of it. He was just teasing her again. Flirting. He probably acted like that with a lot of girls he worked with. Nothing special. Mai told herself that, and almost believed it. But even with those thoughts swirling in her mind, she couldn’t help but feel special as he took her hand and led her out into the surf.

The water wasn’t as cold as she’d expected it to be. A little cooler than the air, she thought, as it surged up her bare legs and splashed her thighs. She stumbled a bit as the tide pulled at her ankles.

“Careful little mouse. The currents can catch you if you aren’t paying attention.”

“I know. This is the same beach I used to come to with my parents. And I swim here sometimes with Asami and Kaiya.” She splashed him with her free hand, and he let go of her to splash her back.

“Cruel vixen. I wasn’t going to start a war with you, but now you’ve done it.” He laughed and sent a jet of water toward her from his fist.

Mai tried to dodge but ended up catching most of it on her chest. “Oooh I am going to get you for that!” She sent a wave of water at him, which he didn’t even try to dodge. The droplets beaded and ran down his skin like little sunlit gems. Which wasn’t fair, she thought. Water absolutely did not do that on her skin.

They kept the splash battle going until a wave got them both and knocked Mai completely into the water. Mitsuhide helped her up, chuckling as she spluttered. “In your state, I think it’s only fair to call a truce.”

“I accept,” she grinned, pushing her wet hair out of her face.

After that, they floated for a bit, and swam, and then sat on the beach and talked about silly things. Favorite movies and music and what kind of pet they would get if they could have any pet in the world.

“I’d get . . . a little mouse,” Mitsuhide grinned.

“Oh come on. Be serious! You could have any animal in the world and you would want a mouse?” She rolled her eyes. “I can tell you’re teasing me again. God, you are so evil!”

“Evil? Never.” He laughed. “You are just underestimating how adorable a mouse can be. Brave, even though her little heart is pounding in fear. Her eyes, big and wide and gentle, her pink little nose wiggling. And her soft little feet!”

“You know, I almost believe you.” Mai sighed.

Mitushide turned, stretching. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles of his back bunching and relaxing as they sent water droplets dancing down his skin. “So what about you,” he asked, looking at her over his shoulder.

Mai pulled her eyes away with some effort. “I - I don’t know. I’ve always thought koalas were cute but they sleep all the time. I guess I’d want a pet I can cuddle and play with. Like a red panda. Or a fox. They’re cute.”

“A fox, hm? And what would you do with your little fox pet, if you had one?” His smile looked somehow smug, as if he’d wanted her to give that answer.

“I don’t know. Take him for walks? Curl up with him in my lap and watch tv? Normal pet stuff.” She sighed. “I guess I should dream bigger. Like a bear or a tiger. Or a horse! I could ride him.”

“Overrated.” Mitsuhide sniffed. “Stick with the fox. You’ll have more fun. They are very playful animals.”

She laughed. “True.” Then Mai paused, a question bubbling out of her before she thought about it. “How did you know to make the marks you did? At the fitting?”

Mitsuhide shrugged. “Why is it so important to you?”

“Because those are - those are mine. I made them up in college so people couldn’t easily steal my designs. I’ve never taught them to anyone.” There was the tug again in her chest, insistent.

His eyes narrowed in thought. Mitsuhide replied with a flat tone, though his eyes shone. “I told you a master never reveals his secrets.”

“Oooh I should have known you wouldn’t be serious!” She growled in frustration. “Let me see if I can figure it out. Maybe . . . you studied them when I was doing the design and fittings for your play. That’s it, isn’t it?” It was the only thing that made sense to her, though Mai could not imagine someone putting in the time and effort to do so. And for what? So he could surprise her with it today? That was unhinged.

“I suppose that’s one theory.” He settled back, laying on the blanket to gaze up at the sky.

“You are infuriating.”

He grinned, his eyes closing. “Thank you, little one. I do try.”

Mai huffed and lay back on her towel. The warm sun felt glorious on her skin after the cold ocean water. She closed her eyes and let herself relax. Worries about her dreams - and daydreams - could wait. Maybe she would see a doctor about it, and they could tell her what was happening to her. Perfectly solvable. Later.

They lay like that for awhile, each lost in their own thoughts, close but not together. Almost, but not quite touching. A comfortable silence stretched between them for a time. Mitsuhide was the first to break it. “Tell me, little mouse. What is it that you want?”

“What?” Mai peered over at him. “That’s kind of a big question.”

He nodded, still laying with his eyes closed, expression unreadable. “Just in general. Lots of people want a career. Marriage. Kids. A nice house in a good part of town. So what is it you dream of?”

She wasn’t sure how he meant the question. Serious or teasing, playful or genuinely curious. But she took it seriously. “I used to think all I really wanted was to be a great clothing designer. To be respected in my field, make money . . . but . . . I kind of have that, for the most part.”

“And?” He prompted.

“It’s not everything I thought it would be? I mean, I still love making clothes. Taking an idea from design to completion and seeing the joy in my customer’s face is great. And I make enough to get by even if I’ll never be rich. It’s just, I think sometimes I do want something more.”

Mitsuhide turned his head to face her. “Like what?”

“Someone to share it with? I mean, I have friends and I’ve dated. It’s not like I’m a hermit.” Mai laughed. “I just think sometimes it would be nice to find someone that understands me and cares about me and . . . I guess I sound pretty pathetic, huh?”

“No.” He cleared his throat. “Not at all. I think that’s what most people want, even if they don’t admit it.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Even you, oh mysterious actor man?”

Mitsuhide grinned. “Even me.” He propped himself up on an elbow to face her. “Am I really so mysterious to you?”

“Absolutely.” She teased him and laughed again, but stopped as she noticed something melancholy in that golden gaze. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you forever,” she admitted, though she hadn’t meant to. “Not like . . . like anything weird. Just, when you’re around. It feels like you belong.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek in a caress too loving for a mere friend. Too familiar for any but a lover.

Mai felt something hot and electric tremble through her nerves at his touch. She held herself completely still, her lips closed tight, for fear she might lean into it or make a sound. Then his hand was gone and he was standing up, brushing the bits of sand and sea salt from his skin.

“We should get back. It will be dinner soon and I have to get ready.”

Whatever Mai felt, she thought it was pretty clear he didn’t. A bitter disappointment rushed in to fill the spaces of her chest that were warm only a moment ago. “Going on a date,” she sniped.

Mitsuhide’s usual grin fell a little and he shook his head. “No. Only one date a day for me.” He held out a hand and helped her up. “Just some industry people. The assistant to the regional cultural director, the mayor’s secretary. That kind of thing. Work related.” He shrugged.

“Oh.” She wasn’t sure how to react to that answer. She’d known he had some pull but those kinds of connections seemed beyond what your average actor would cultivate. Then it fully landed, what he’d said. One date a day. “Wait. Was this a date? Because -”

He laughed and tousled her hair. “What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

“Are you seriously quoting Shakespeare as an answer?” She tried to frown at him but his expression was so ridiculous. That wide, sharp smile and his eyes so full of a pretend innocence.

“If the bard said it first and better, I don’t know why I’d try to improve on the text.” He laughed. “Now are you going to help me pack up or am I carrying all this on my own?”

Mai gave him a sly grin. “Well, since this is a date, I suppose you’re on your own. Have to prove your manliness and all that.”

“Oh? Is it not well-proven already?” He skimmed a hand down his side and Mai couldn’t help the way her eyes tracked the movement. It wasn’t fair for him to be so pretty. So infuriatingly gorgeous. So . . .

She cleared her throat and forced her eyes up. “I’ll give you a point or two for that. But you should probably put on a shirt.” And then followed her own advice and put a cover-up on.

“The struggles of modern day masculinity. Alas.” He easily packed and hefted the bundle of stuff they’d bought for the day. “At one time, I would have slaughtered my way through enemy lines to rescue you. That would have been proof enough. But there just aren’t enough decent opponents these days. And modern law tends to frown on the whole killing thing.”

“And that’s a good thing.” Mai laughed as she led the way back to the car. The one-eyed cat was still sitting on the dock. It watched as they passed, tail swishing.

She did end up helping Mitsuhide load everything into the car. The drive back was short and pleasant, with Mitsuhide continuing to bemoan the modern state of manliness. Mai teased him and they both laughed. It felt good, she thought. Really good. The chemistry between them had her whole self humming, body and soul.

When they reached her flat, he walked her to the door, bags in hand. “So, little mouse? Shall we do this again sometime?” He smiled down at her, one arm braced behind her against the door. If he set his other hand on the brick, she’d be trapped between him and the building, which didn’t bother her as much as it should.

“Sure. But next time, let’s just plan it? That way it feels less like a kidnapping and more like hanging out with a friend.”

“Is that what today felt like?” He tilted his head toward her, his platinum blonde hair falling in his face. A strand of it brushed her cheek.

“Ah . . . I . . .” Her mind stuttered to a halt as he shifted closer. His breath tickled her cheek. She was sure he was about to kiss her. Her head tilted to match his, her lips pursed, her body leaning toward him.

Mitsuhide set her bag into her hands. “Have a good night, little one.”

“Y-you too?” She felt an almost physical weight of disappointment that he hadn’t kissed her. Or even tried to kiss her. Mai watched him drive off with a deep feeling of confusion. Had she misread him? Was he just teasing? Damn it.

As she walked upstairs, the one thing that she was certain about was that she’d wanted to kiss Mitsuhide. Which meant there was something she needed to do. She pulled out her phone and texted Hideyoshi.

Hey! Can we talk?

Chapter 10

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starfall-spirit · 2 years ago

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The Siren's Song

Siren Masterlist

Summary: After pushing the limits of the peace treaty between the merfolk below and seamen above, Feyre finds herself snared by the Captain of Hewn Harbor. Knowing she can’t survive on land for extended periods of time, she agrees to a bargain of Rhysand’s creation, in time surrendering to the cost neither of them predicted.

But then, when do matters of the heart follow a rule book?

Chapter II: Washed Up

The harbor didn’t get many newcomers. Despite their souvenir booths, they weren’t the place to find the pretty buildings and history lessons. Aside from their previous bloody conflict with the sirens, there wasn’t much to Hewn Harbor. They were pirates, fishermen, and known families claiming the housing around the port.

The port's business and trade were a matter of what their fathers’ fathers had put together. Rhys knew the citizens, he knew the traders, and he hadn't once seen the young woman the sailors were cornering before today. And that made her interesting. Suspicious, of course, especially considering the obviously fake name. But interesting.

“What’s that look for?” his brother asked the second she entered their apartment.

Az always knew when something was going on. “I ran across a new face today. A young woman. About twenty, I’d say. Quite lovely. I’ve never seen her, but I suppose a friend of ours could have dragged some cousin or sister along.”

“Not that I’ve heard of,” Az said, looking over at Cassian for a response. “I can dig,” he continued. “If you think she’s trouble.”

“Trouble, not yet. Just interesting to find out here.” Accepting the bourbon Cassian offered, Rhys sank into a chair, scanning the rest of the house. “Mor and Amren?”

“Mor is upstairs,” Azriel said. “Amren hurried out a few moments ago. You know how she is about making her own little nest when we’re docked.”

“Indeed,” Rhys murmured, stretching one leg to help the twinge in the knee he’d injured flying overboard as a boy of eleven. The hard metal and wood of the fractured ship his father ordered ruined had made for a hard landing and miserable recovery. Every rising storm stirred that memory. “Whose turn to cook?” They exchanged a look, then turned back to him. They all hated that particular duty. No volunteers to take his turn, then. And Mor and Amren were hopeless beyond boiling water. “Fine.”

“How long are we staying docked, Rhys?”

He shrugged at Cassian’s question. Though none of them had any breathing family left, most of the crew did. “Another day or two. We’ve already been here for over a week.” Home turf or not, he never liked staying there long. Too much personal history. Too many memories, for a place so small. “Don’t promise your conquests anything.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.”

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Rhys didn’t know what it was about the storm that brought him out, despite that bad knee. Maybe it was the natural call of the waves he was raised on. Maybe it was something else. But the pull was stronger than ever that night. Walking beyond the port, letting cool, damp sand sink between his toes as he watched the high tide roll in.

A full moon shone above him, blotting out most of the stars in its vicinity. Here, when the sky went dark and the moon and stars rose, away from the chaos of the main port was home. Here he could be alone with his thoughts, enjoying the silence of the beach stretching out of sight.

But tonight, though the beach was silent, it wasn’t empty. Not with an unconscious woman sprawled at the edge of the shore, her face dangerously close to the evening tide rising and falling.

Stepping closer…

It was the woman he’d met this afternoon, spending all night wondering about. Like she had some magic to command his endless attention. And as he tugged her suspiciously dry skirt down to cover her exposed legs, he found that might just be the case. Her skin was still damp, leaving a patchwork of navy sand-crusted scales over her thighs, shins, and calves.

She was a siren.

And she was a long way from Adriata.

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idunnoficsorsumthing · 2 years ago

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This might be the summer heat…….Pt 2

Hangman x Female! Reader.

Warnings: Smut. Filthy smut. 18+ if you continue to read you consent to being over 18!

Y/n Mitchell joins her father at Top Gun for the summer, as she is flirting dangerously with Hangman.

Part 1. Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Idk how many parts. Maybe 1 more. But, this might be it.

Your dad had asked you to spend the day with Penny, Amelia, and him sailing. They had acquired a new bigger sailing boat. After Penny taught your dad to love sailing, What you hadn’t realised is that your dad would invite his godson as well. Rooster was sitting with his arms crossed on the bench, his sunglasses were not tinted dark enough that you couldn’t see what went on in his mind. He was still angry with you. “Hello Bradley.” You said sitting down next to him, setting down your beach bag. Your dad was helping Penny with getting the boat away from the dock. Amelia was pulling on a rope, and tightened it. “Should we be helping?” You ask Rooster. He looked at you for a second. “ I don’t know how to sail. Do you?” You asked when he didn’t answer. You shook your head, and you decided that if anything would cheer him up it would be a beer, as you went over to the beer cooler. Grabbing two and making your way back to Rooster. “Come on Bradley.” You said, handing him the beer. “Let’s just have fun, okay.” You begged him. He accepted the beer. “You seem to be having a little too much fun lately.” He snipped. “Don’t you dare call me a slut, Bradshaw.” You said sternly. He shrugged, “don’t act like one then.” He snapped back. You wished you would've slapped him in the face right there. Though you didn’t. “I didn’t sleep with Jake, asshole.” You said, getting up, and going over to your dad. “What was that about kiddo?” He asked, as he was making his fishing equipment ready, not that he even once in his life fished. “Lover’s quarrel?” He added. You frown at him. “I doubt you’d like me and an older navy pilot together, dad.” You said, glancing back over at Rooster. “Correct. However, this is Bradley. I’d trust him with my little girl.” He said, you were about to correct him, and say there was nothing between you and Rooster. But, he was called by Penny to come over. Which ended your conversation.

All in all it was a nice day, your skin felt hot from the sun exposure. Penny even let you steer the boat for a while. Rooster, and you were going to the Hard Deck to have a drink with the other pilots that had to sit this mission out. “Hey, can I ask you a favor?” You asked. He nods. “Can you rub this on my shoulders?” You asked, taking the bottle of after sun from your bag. He nods, setting down his beer on a table. He started applying the lotion on your shoulders, massaging it in. It helped with the slight burning sensation you felt. “Peach.” He said, you made a confirming sound which almost sounded like a moan, though his hands were feeling too good on your shoulders. He stopped, and you sat back normally on your chair. The bar was rowdy, and filled with drunk officers, and civilians. But, you could only look at Bradley. Who had this love struck gaze in his eyes. Funny how aware you are of it when your own feelings aren’t clouding your mind. Bradley wasn’t having feelings for you. He was drunk. You get off from your seat before the sexual tension and alcohol pulls you in. “I should go.” you said, you have difficulty standing up. The heat and humidity get the better of you. “ Wait” he said, he stood up, and leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. His moustache prickled your skin, he quickly pushed his tongue further into your mouth. Thoughts rattled inside your brain. Rooster pulled away from you, and gave you a sheepish look. “ I-uh I should go.” You said, you made your way to the door. A thousand thoughts running through your head.

When you reached home the rattling in your head turned into a headache. Rooster kissed you. What the hell. You had not seen that one coming. It explained why he was that upset by you and Hangman together. Oh shit, Hangman. This quickly escalated from wanting to have fun with a hot pilot to having to decide between a guy that had ocean blue eyes and a killer smile and a guy you had known your whole life. That knows you so well. Your dad wasn’t home yet again. Only a matter of time before he moved back in with Penny and Amelia. You bite your lip, and focus on the bag of chips you had opened to hopefully absorb the alcohol in your stomach. Rooster. Roost. Bradley. The thoughts that popped in your head were when you were still a teenager and he would take you to movies. Your friends all had a crush on him, and you never knew what they saw. Then there was Jake. Who was by default an asshole. He was a dick no way around it. He just had a way of making you all tingly inside, and there was a side to him. A side that he tried to hide away by being a dickhead all of the time. He was ambitious, a bit obnoxious, and yet you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since you got here.

When it was three o’clock and you still hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You decided to get up early and walk the beach deciding what you need to do about your love life. When you reached the hangar there were more jets than there were a day ago. They must’ve returned. You try to find Hangman to make sure he is doing okay. “Sweetheart, what are you doing here so early? or late?” You heard Hangman say behind you as you turned around and noticed he just came out of the locker room. He came freshly out of the shower. Determined you stride over, and stand on the ball of your foot to place a kiss on his lips. He locked the kiss in, and moved his right hand to your cheek and the left pulled you closer to his own body. “Missed. me. then?” he said each word in between kisses. The way he kissed you was like he needed it to survive. The heat between the two of you raised a want for him that kissing could not satisfy. You broke off the kiss. “Walk me home?” You asked. He hesitated.

“I want to.” He said,although he did not sound convinced. Tomorrow morning was a briefing of the events that transpired during the mission and what can be done better next time. “It’s just that I get lonely, and a big guy like you could fill me up so nicely.” you said, biting your lower lip. You stroke his arm knowing you were stroking his ego. He had a lump in his throat, he stumbled over his words. You didn’t think Hangman would be at a loss of words ever. Instead of answering he started kissing you again.

The moment the two of you reached your front door you could tell his demeanor changed. He pulled you in to kiss you, you stopped him instead. “Can I get you anything? a beer or shot of vodka?” you asked. He shook his head, and a smirk appeared on his face. He pressed his lips against yours. As he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands wrapped behind his neck. He tried not to stop the kissing as he tried to navigate towards your bedroom. He set you down on the long side of the bed, helping you take off your jeans before he leaned over you and started kissing your neck. He reached a sensitive part below your ear, letting out a moan. His hands tried to navigate themselves to your breasts, the moment he found them he wanted to take off your top. He peppered kisses all over your chest, his hands moving against the sides of her hips. You wiggled, biting down on your lip to keep from giggling. You lifted up, taking your bra off. He immediately wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it. Taking your nipple in between his teeth, and softly biting it. “Don’t tease, Seresin.” You tried to say but the words came out like a moan. “Oh, like you teased Rooster earlier.” He said. He started to carefully play with your nipples, twisting and pulling them. “You heard about that huh.” You said, you lean your head back into the pillow. “Yep.” He answered. Giving your nipple one last tug as he stopped all activities. “Got it straight from the source.” He said, like this would change your opinion of Rooster. You would have thought of his alternative motif if you weren’t so captivated by him. He carefully glided his hand from your breast down to your lace underwear. He touched the front of your lace panties. Resulting in you biting your lip. “Stop this teasing, Hangman.” You said his callsign to create a detachment. “Ouch. My callsign huh.” He said: “Call me by my name.” He was too cocky for his own good. He moved the lace underwear to the side as he started gliding his finger over your clit. “Jake” you said, though it came out like a whisper. He had a smirk on his face, and you could tell he was longing for this just as much as you were considering his hard bulge was pressed against your leg. “Yes, pretty?” He said in a teasing manner. He started taking off your panties, and looked at the wetness that was in between your legs. “So wet already.” He said, with his finger he glided through your soaked folds. You arched your back, and moved to his knees on the floor to have access. He licked a stripe from your pussy to your clit. As he started to suck your sensitive nub. You feel a finger inserting itself into you, as he is pumping his finger in and out, moans start escaping your mouth, as knots are building up inside of you. You reach for his hair as the tension starts to grow higher. His finger action, and tongue movements started to grow at a faster speed. You buck your hips, as you couldn’t sit still anymore as another finger inserted into your wet hole. You tug on strands of his hair as he was nipping at your clit. You moaned his name as you were close to your release, and the knot in your stomach was about to burst into the most amazing sensation when he all of the sudden stopped. A string of inaudible sounds escaped your mouth as he got up, and wiped your juices off his face. “Why??” You asked. He looked you dead in the eye. “You want to cum?” He asked. He got very serious, a darkened look in his eyes. “Tell me this pussy is all mine, and I’ll let you cum.” He said, you roll your eyes and laugh. Of course, it was about his competition with Rooster. You didn’t think you liked his caveman attitude, however here in bed it made you completely feral.“Asshole.” You said, closing your legs.

You pull him by his arm on the bed. You pushed him down letting him lie on the bed You reach for his belt but he stopped you.” Tut. Tut. No distracting me.” He said, pushing you off him, he took your hands in his, and got you off him, rolling over, making him on top. He moved you hands above your head keeping them there with his left hand as his right hand started drawing circles on your clit.“Who’s pussy is this?” He asked again. This time you didn’t want to play this game. “Yours.” You whisper the word came out shaky. He pecked a kiss on your lips, and started undressing himself, you tried to help him unbutton his blouse. However, you were just fumbling. Eventually, it got taken off exposing a toned chest, you weren't done admiring his chest when he unbuckled his belt. As his member was released from his pants, you widened your eyes a bit. A circumcised penis of about seven inches and a thick girth stared at you. It had started to look red as a sign how badly he wanted release as well.

Quickly the two of you returned to your previous position. He deepened a kiss making this moment sweet. Gliding his hands to your thighs, holding them tight and dragging them up to the sides of his waist. Your hands gripped his arms as he lined his cock up against your soaked folds. He pushed his cock into you at an unbearable slow pace. Your hands squeezed his biceps, your nails leaving your mark while he slowly pushed in. Your eyes fluttered shut, and in response, he bottomed out harshly. Your eyes shot open and you held on to him tighter. “ Jake” you gasped. While he made his own sound of pleasure. Once he was in, he took one hand and held your chin with it up. “Look at me, Sweetheart.” He said, dropping his forehead against yours, pounding into you as hard as he can now. “Fuck” you moaned. Your breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips, lips parted as your breaths get pushed out of you and heavy, lust glazed eyes looking back at him. “Such a good girl.” Jake mumbled. You had moved your arms now to his neck, and started leaving scratches on his back. He moved his hand to your clit and started drawing circles. “You’re mine.“ he said, those words took you to a place where you were putty as your release edges closer and closer. Only repeatedly moaned his name. You cry out his name as your orgasm ripples through you.

Jake slowed down only to move you in a different position. He moved your heels over his shoulders letting him penetrate deeper. He continued on rocking his hips at the same speed as before. Your body felt tired and sore but you could already feel another orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. “Come on, give me another, pretty.” He said, if you weren’t such a mumbling wreck maybe you could’ve said what he wanted to hear earlier. He kissed you again before focusing his full attention back to fucking. “I’m yours Jake. Only yours.” you moaned loudly as you came for a second time. Your walls squeezing a second time around his dick this time you felt hot liquid squirting into you as Jake came as well.

When the two of you rode out your highs, you noticed how sweaty and gross this unbelievable good sex was. Jake hadn’t immediately pulled out instead you saw him still admiring your body like he couldn’t get enough. When he saw you staring back at him with an intent look he pulled out, and lied down next to you in the bed. He chuckled. You half expected him to walk out of bed, grab his clothes and leave now. Instead he rolled over to you. “Want to shower?” he asked with a smile. You look at the ceiling and smile. “Yes but only shower.” you said, knowing what that teasing smile meant now.

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thewayshedreamed · 3 years ago

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Congrats on the 800 followers bby you deserve it! I have a good one for you. I slipped and fell in the shower and the only person who can help me is my enemy for nessian 👀👀👀

Well, Sim, it was you who BLEW my word count. I should have seen it coming, I guess 👀

Although, I will say you didn't do it alone. I also combined @maastrash 's prompt "Are you hurt? What happened?" and one from anon, "You're cute when you're all worried."

They all went together so well that I couldn't resist. And as a result, you got this 3k+ beast. RIP 800-word limit.

Anyway, I hope you like it, my love! Enjoy!

Nesta wasn't sure why she had agreed to go to the beach with Feyre, Rhysand, and his brothers. Gwyn had come through in her time of need and agreed to join them, but she'd quickly flipped her allegiances to spend more time on the beach with the others instead of retreating back to the house with Nesta. She had a suspicion it had something to do with a certain tall, dark, and broody man who hoarded his smiles from the public eye.

Unless the public eye belonged to Gwyneth Berdara.

After the long trek to their rented beach house, Nesta stopped at the edge of the dock to knock the sand from her shoes. There was a small shower outside the backdoor to rinse the saltwater and stubborn sand from her body, and Nesta hissed against the stark cold that rained down on her legs. A proper shower was the only thing that was going to combat the chill in her blood, and that realization was enough to solidify her decision to stay inside the rest of the afternoon with a romance novel.

Her towel was full of sand, so she hanged it over the porch railing and headed directly to the bathroom. It was best if she peeled her bikini off in the shower to avoid scattering any lingering sand all over her bedroom, so she moved swiftly into the small bathroom and cranked the water nearly to the warmest setting. The firm grip of her arms around her body did very little to combat the goosebumps on her skin, and she let out a near moan at the feel of the hot water.

She closed the shower door behind her and stood beneath the spray properly to rinse her hair. Her bikini made a loud slopping sound against the tile in the corner. Dealing with it was a task for someone with any motivation beyond warmth and cleanliness.

Nesta lathered her hair and combed a generous amount of conditioner through her strands to help with the detangling process. The wind had created a monster, adding another notch against the beach in her book.

While her conditioner did the Cauldron's work, she grabbed a wash cloth and body wash. As she moved back beneath the spray, her foot slipped over the suds near the drain, but Nesta righted herself with a firm hand against the tile wall. The excessive amount of conditioner wasn't helping matters.

She rinsed her hair and body all at once to get to her lounge clothes as soon as possible. Stepping out of the spray to hang her washcloth on the nearby rack to dry was near torture now that she was properly warmed, and Nesta wasted no time in stepping back into the water for one last hit before shutting it off.

That was her intention, anyway. What happened instead is that her traitorous feet were no match for the slick tile, and the backward steps were all it took to send her careening to the floor. She slapped at the wall to no avail, finding no ally in reach. What she did find was insult to injury when various toiletry bottles rained down on top of her.

She had stupidly tried to brace her fall with her other hand, sending a spark of pain from her palm to her shoulder. Her groan echoed off the walls and the shower showed no mercy as the water rained onto her chest, all over her face.

A booming voice made her eyes snap open, only to snap them shut against the sting of the water.

"Nes?"

Her delay had been too long. The bathroom door burst open, and through the frosted glass, she saw Cassian's imposing form assessing the situation.

"Nesta? Are you hurt? What happened?"

This could not be happening. Of all the fuckers to be in the house at one of her lowest points, it had to be Cassian. Gwyn would be hearing about this.

"Go away."

She cringed against how dejected she sounded. Turning her head and shielding her eyes with her uninjured arm, she found that he did no such thing.

"Cassian," she warned. "Get the fuck out of here. Now."

He propped a hip on the bathroom counter. Arrogant bastard. At least, from what she could tell, his chin was turned up toward the ceiling rather than his gaze being fixed on the frosted glass.

"Something tells me things aren't going well if you've yet to peel yourself off the floor."

Nesta rolled her eyes and turned her face toward the water once more. Maybe she could drown.

"Let me help."

"I thought I was pretty clear. I'm not accepting help from you."

A deep sigh sounded in the bathroom, but before she could snap, his rough voice followed.

"Fine. Don't accept my help. Rhys came with me to grab snacks for the others. I'll have him switch with me."

"No," she roared, cringing against the command in her voice and her lack of options.

Every time she tried to sit up, pain tore through various parts of her body. Her ass, the hip that had taken most of the impact, her shoulder. She needed help, and while she hated the idea of accepting it from Cassian, she would rot in hell before Rhysand helped her out of the shower. How had she found herself in a situation where her only chance at help was the man who spent the majority of his life being as big of a pain in her ass as possible?

His voice sounded again, but it carried away from her. "Rhys, head back without me." His brother's voice came next, but Nesta couldn't hear him over the patter of water in the shower. "Nah, I'm good. Just taking a break from the sun. I'll catch up."

With that, he shut the bathroom door behind him. At least Cassian had the good sense to lie to Rhys rather than recruit any additional attention to her compromising position.

"Alright, Sweetheart. I've got a towel ready. I'm going to open up and shut the water off."

Nesta's breath hitched at the rush of cool air, at the form that cast her in shadow almost entirely. She pulled her legs up and shielded her chest with her good arm, earning a throaty chuckle from her savior.

"I'm not looking. I'd rather when a woman wants me to see them naked."

Why her need to launch jabs at him overpowered her pain was lost on her. "Must have been a while, then."

"Saw a good set out on the beach, actually. She was feeling pretty generous after watching me and Az play volleyball, I guess."

Nesta scowled. That tingling sensation down her spine didn't feel secondary to her injuries at hearing the story.

"You're a pig," she grumbled, but she let Cassian drape the towel over her front and ease her into a sitting position.

"It felt rude not to look."

Her huff of a laugh was genuine. Damn him. He moved to wrap the towel tightly around her shoulders.

"Think you can stand up?"

Nesta grimaced against the soreness in her hip. "Yeah. In a couple of minutes."

Without a word, Cassian hoisted her into his arms with measured gentleness. Her cheek rested against his shoulder since she didn't have her arms free to prop her up, but she barely had the energy anyway.

He maneuvered them out of the tight bathroom and down the hall to her room, easing her onto the edge of her bed. She opened her mouth to say thanks, but he had already spurred into action.

"What did you want to wear?"

"I'll get it."

He shot her a glare. "Fine. I'll pick."

Nesta growled her frustration, but Cassian only ticked his eyebrows upward in challenge. She hadn't realized initially that he wore only his swim trunks, half of his black hair pulled back and out of his face. The sun added color to his already bronze skin and left a soft blush on his cheeks that accented his hazel eyes. And she, to the contrary, was a lump beneath a massive towel. One that had managed to injure herself during a simple shower, evidenced by the soaked strands of hair plastered to her face and shoulders.

"There's a large night shirt in my suitcase and some sleep shorts."

Cassian grabbed them before turning toward her, a hand gripping the back of his neck. "Anything... underneath?"

Nesta allowed a sardonic laugh. "Underwear are for people with the use of both their arms."

He cleared his throat and left the clothes next to her on the bed. With a final instruction to call for him if she needed anything, he was gone.

She assessed the clothing and picked the shirt up first. One of her arms was through a sleeve in no time, but the second one was another story entirely. With a defeated whimper she gave up, dropping her arms into her lap with a hiss.

"Cassian!"

No response. Maybe he didn't hear her; the house was rather large. Her voice was louder the second time.

"Cassian!"

A muffled thud sounded, followed by a quick, "Coming!"

He appeared at the threshold of her door, dripping with water and suds. A large towel was wrapped around his waist, his grip white-knuckled to keep it in place.

"Everything alright? Where's the fire?"

Nesta blinked at him. "You said to call you if I needed anything," she pointed out, running her eyes over his state in accusation.

Cassian let out a long, suffering sigh. "I meant it, but you said you had this part covered. I take a 3-minute shower, tops."

"Well, I don't have it covered."

There was more bite to her voice than she'd intended, but self-pity and shame were settling into her bones. She hugged the nightshirt tighter against her body to serve as some form of armor, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Cassian's shoulders sagged, but she barely noticed in favor of watching beads of water travel down his torso, over his strong calves, and make a small puddle on the floor below. "I'm sorry. I was full of sweat and sand. I thought you'd be more likely to take help if I was clean."

Something in her chest softened at his forethought, even more so since he was right.

"Go finish your shower," she relented, settling her hips deeper into the mattress. "I can wait until you're done. I just— I need some help with my clothes."

He was on the balls of his feet, ready to haul himself straight to the shower. The water beneath his feet made her breath hitch. The words left her before she could think better of them.

"Careful! Don't rush." He blinked as if seeing her for the first time, but his usual cocky grin eventually stretched across lips. "I can't help you if you fall, too. And I'm not keeping you company on the ground until the rest of them come back."

Cassian's smile grew. He offered her a wink before he replied, "You're cute when you're all worried."

Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Go."

He hurried off on balanced feet, whether that was on Nesta's orders or a natural grace, she wasn't sure. While she waited, she opted to set them up as best as possible to make the process quick and painless. Well, minimally painful, considering there was a layer of awkwardness that was going nowhere fast. That was without counting the actual physical pain she would no doubt endure.

With a pathetic swatting motion, she knocked her sleep shorts to the floor and began shuffling them around with her feet. She'd managed to slip one into the proper leg hole before she heard Cassian's rich laugh from the doorway.

"Stubborn woman," he mused, seemingly allowing a sliver of affection to slip through. Nesta knew better.

She scowled, turning her chin up to make sure he knew how unwelcome his teasing was. He laughed harder and dropped to his knees in front of her, adjusting the tee he’d pulled over his head on his way into the room.

"What do you want to put on first? You're half-committed to both."

"Let's go with the shirt. It's long enough to cover me while we work on the shorts." Cassian nodded, reaching toward the crumpled article of clothing in her lap. Nesta jerked back to establish some expectations before moving forward. "You're about to see me naked."

"Yeah, probably," he sighed, as if it was a burden to him, too. "I won't look more than necessary though."

"Okay, good. And this doesn't change anything, so don't start acting weird around me. We take this to the grave, too. We'll never hear the end of it otherwise."

Cassian bit the inside of his cheek, pursing his lips in a failed attempt to hide his amusement. "You have my word."

He gently peeled the shirt from her grasp, sliding each sleeve beyond the crooks of her elbows before pulling the opening over her head. Nesta hissed at the pinch of pain through her shoulder but bit her tongue.

"I know. I'm sorry." He pulled the fabric down her sides and over her back. The backs of his knuckles dragged across her soft skin, and she barely contained her shiver.

Clearing his throat, he looked to the floor where her shorts were still tangled around her feet. He got to work on straightening them and allowed her to slip her other foot into the proper place. He didn't dare look up at her through his next request.

"Think you could put your weight on the leg that's not as sore?"

Nesta swallowed and said, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Use my shoulders to brace your weight, too.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for him. He was solid beneath her, the muscles in his shoulders unyielding under her grip. She had to resist flexing her fingers more firmly in a test of their resilience.

Cassian eased her shorts upward, the roughness of his knuckles tracing the same blazing path as they had over her back. His gaze was fixed resolutely on the floor, yet he managed to release them at the proper moment. The soft pop of the elastic snapped her out of whatever trance she was under, but the echo remained in the feel of his warm hands easing her hips back down to the mattress.

"Maybe we should have someone take a look at you; make sure you're okay." His brows came together when he realized she was already shaking her head in refusal.

"I'll rest a bit, and I'll be fine. I may be sore tomorrow, but I'm good."

Without a word, Cassian braced one of his legs outward and scooped Nesta into his arms. It grated her nerves how easily he'd lifted them both into a standing position.

"What are you doing? You can't make me go to the doctor."

Cassian leaned back and shook his head, trying to get his rogue hair out of his face. "I'm not manhandling you to the doctor, Nes. Settle down." His bottom lip jutted out to try and blow the strands away while he walked. "I'm taking you to the couch and getting you ice."

Oh. Well, that hadn't been what she expected. The gesture was enough to have her mindlessly raise a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. His eyes snapped to hers, his steps slowing to a stop in front of the couch. Their faces were close enough that she could run her nose along his if she wanted to, but she definitely didn't. Not even at the feel of his firm chest heaving against her.

They stayed that way, transfixed by the contact that was somehow more intimate than when he had draped clothes over her naked body. Their breathing settled into a rhythm together, and Nesta couldn't resist tracing the path of his sharp jaw. His slight stubble scraped against the pads of her fingers, all the way to his chin, where she grazed over his skin with her thumb. She snatched her hand away like he'd burned her.

Cassian's throat bobbed, and his fingers flexed against her ribs. His other hand did the same against her thigh, except his thumb traced a soft, idle path back and forth along the sensitive skin at the back. He made no moves to put her down.

Nesta knew she would regret the loss of his warmth immediately, but the line they flirted was thin. Not to mention, it was irresponsible to succumb to such a base urge considering, any other time, they would be poised to rip each others' heads off.

The shrieks of children at the neighboring beach house snapped their attention to something beyond the bubble they'd created for themselves. Cassian eased her to the couch and positioned pillows around her to keep as much pressure off of her aching joints as possible. He threw a blanket over her legs before heading to the nearby kitchen for ice.

Nesta watched his retreat with shameless appreciation. How had she never stopped to look at him through her current lens? Doing so may have been enough to make her more agreeable in nature. The thought made worry sink in her gut with what had transpired moments before, and she craved the oddly familiar banter they'd engaged in since he showed up to the scene of her demise.

"So," she called, eyes fixed on the intricately patterned throw pillow beneath her injured arm, "how much did you see?"

His voice was closer than she'd expected, but she managed not to startle. "Uh— I mean. I saw some things."

Nesta fixed her glare on him, and he gave her a sideways smile while he placed the ice strategically over her shoulder. She hissed against the cold, earning a look of apology.

"What things?"

He let out along breath. "A bit of everything, really. Not on purpose. " A slight blush turned the tips of his ears pink, but Nesta didn't comment on it. "Mostly, you know—" He gestured back and forth between his pecs. "—everything else was more... indirect, I guess."

Nesta groaned, allowing her forehead to fall to her good hand, cradling it in her palm. Cassian moved to the nearby armchair and took a sip of his bottled water.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sweetheart," he soothed, albeit mockingly. "They're not the worst ones I've seen today."

—

They had watched a movie in loaded silence until the others trudged up to the house near sunset. Nesta gave the cliff notes of how she'd wound up injured on the couch, making no mention of Cassian's help. The last thing they needed was an onslaught of questions from their nosy friends.

"I thought you were coming back out there. What happened to you?"

Cassian's brows drew together at Rhys' question. "Well, I saw Nesta laid up on the couch and offered to watch a movie with her. I lost track of time."

Rhysand eyed him skeptically, but no one questioned it. Cassian redirected everyone's attention to the matter of what they would cook as a group that night, but he was sure to give Nesta strict orders to stay planted on the couch. Overbearing prick.

With so many hands on deck, dinner was ready quickly. They all settled around the table, and Gwyn had made it a point to cushion Nesta's chair with pillows before letting her sit down. Her best friend must have sensed the verbal lashing that awaited her in the privacy of their shared room that night.

Laughter filled the space while they told stories from the day's events. Apparently, Azriel had rescued Gwyn from a feared creature of the deep while taking a dip in the water. He had hardly been able to stop laughing himself to tears long enough to complete the epic tale of how he defeated the bundle of seaweed that had threatened Gwyn's life so mercilessly. The latter hadn't found it quite so amusing, but Az offered her a broad smile in apology.

Nesta wasn't sure she had ever seen one quite so wide on his face, and holy gods. If she'd thought him to be beautiful before, she had been sorely mistaken.

As they usually did, Rhysand and Feyre settled close to each other as the other talked. Rhys was busy murmuring things into Feyre's ear that made her cheeks as red as Gwyn's sunburn, which earned a proper warning from Cassian to "stop being gross with his little sister". Nesta agreed with him enough to refrain from reminding him that he was in no way related to Feyre.

"Don't mind him, Darling," Rhys purred. "He's pouting because the only action he'll see during this trip will be self-directed."

Cassian nostrils flared in annoyance, and for whatever reason, Nesta found herself rising to his defense.

"I don't know," she sang, "I hear Cassian saw a pretty good set today."

A chorus of questions broke out, but he only had eyes for Nesta. The gleam in his eyes told her he knew she hadn't been referring to the ones flashed to him and Azriel after the beach volleyball game.

"I did," he agreed, sipping some of the amber liquid in his glass. "Perfect, actually."

The questions continued, and Azriel reluctantly began recounting the tale of he and Cassian's victory flashing. Nesta used her good arm to raise her wine to her lips, mouthing a subtle thank you over the glass for everything he'd done for her. The least she could do was preserve a bit of his dignity.

Cassian lifted his class in mock cheers and said everything he needed to with a single wink.

The pleasure was all mine.

#nessian #nessian au #acotar au #cassian x nesta #nessian hurt comfort #nessian tension #enemies prompt #800 followers celebration #twsd writes #twsd fics #perseusannabeth #sim tag

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sashi-ya · 3 years ago

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Hi, the anon who requested the Ace x Mermaid! S/O, could I please have a part 2? His s/o was captured to be sell. Ace and Whitebeard pirates rescuing her please? (and some spice in the end? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hi!! I loved to write a second part for the mermaid story with Ace! I hope you like it ♥ I got inspired on Gyojin Island and Sabaody, it has a little bit of angst and drama, and of course a spicy end ♥ Stay safe and thanks for reading ♥

Portgas D. Ace x Mermaid! S/O ~ Part 2

This is a second part of the main request, if want to read it, you can do it here.

TW: violence, slavery, angst. NSFW at the end.

WC: 3K

A few weeks have passed since Ace learnt about you being a mermaid. Both of you have decided to not tell your crew until you feel ready about it, so it’s almost like a couple’s secret.

At night whenever everyone is sleeping, especially when the Moby Dick is docked on some island, Ace sits on the shore, and enjoys the beauty of your mermaid form.

You can see the huge mountain, the Red line far in the distance, the bubbles of Sabaody Archipelago are barely hearable, and the shore there has no roots, so you can swim freely. You swim and jump allowing your scales to reflect the moonshine and fill your stamina with it.

Ace is astonished with your beauty, and sometimes he wishes he wasn’t a devil fruit user so he could swim with you on the vast sea.

“Do you know how much I love you?”, he says to you while sitting over some rocks. You are resting your arms over one of the rocks, with your tail in the water. Stretching a little, you kiss his freckled nose. This is the best feeling in the whole world, you are free, accepted, loved… You wonder what your family would think about this, would they be mad at you? Would they accept Ace?... but you quickly forget about it, that’s a part of your past you are not ready yet to face.

Ace asks you to make those pretty jumps you do on the sea before coming back to the ship, and so you decide to indulge him. You swim offshore a little, and submerge. Boosting yourself with your tail you jump out of the sea, but when you do and gaze at where Ace was, you don’t see him. You jump again, and again, you can’t see him. Again, he is not there. You begin to worry, maybe he has fallen onto the water?. You swim at max speed to the shore, but he is not under the water, neither over the shore.

Suddenly, something that looks like a big net falls over you, tangling around your limbs, and tail. You try to scream Ace’s name but someone hits you and everything goes black…

“Where am I?”... your eyes are covered, you feel something heavy and cold around your neck, you can’t even tell if you are in your mermaid or your human form. You start hearing voices in between the buzzing your ears are experiencing, and you only can think about Ace. Where is he? Is he ok?...

“Ah finally, a hybrid one!! oh, wait, is she a “moon” one?”, you hear a man say. “Yes sir, and you wouldn’t believe who was next to her on the shore, the one and only “Hiken no Ace”, we left him handcuffed with kairoseki on the beach but to be honest I’d loved to bring him too, hahaha”, says another man's voice.

“Ace…I knew this would happen…”, you mourn about showing your true form, you knew you were going to be sold. This cruel world is run by greed, there is no place for differences, you wish something could end with this eternal night that covers the world once and for all. Damn Tenryuubitos, damn slavers…

You recognize the cold ground under your skin, you try to move your legs just to verify if you are in your human form. You are, shackles and chains sound whenever you try to move your legs. You are still blindfolded, and every time you move your neck a ticking sound resonates next to your ears… could it be… could it be an explosive collar?...

You hear the sound of keys opening the cell where you are and then a man asks, “Are you awake already, monster?”. You don’t answer, so he insists and kicks your legs, “Answer me, bitch!!”. Your legs hurt even more after being in mermaid form, at least for some hours, so that kick felt like hell. You hiss in pain, and caress your thigh.

Tears stream down your face, and wet the dirty cloth that covers your eyes. You are left alone, or so that is what you think.

Suddenly, a warming voice tells you, “hey, what’s your name?”. “Is that, is that a child?”, you ask yourself, horrified. “Hey, my name is Y/N. What’s your name?”, you ask, trying to calm yourself down and understand how someone could be so despicable, so disgusting to sell a little child.

“I’m Suzie, I’m 7 years old, are you a mermaid?”, she asks, curious like the child she is. “I am!, do you like mermaids?”, you ask her, wishing to see her face, at least to witness the last traces of innocence that she has left before she faces the same cruel destiny as you. “I do! a lot!, I wish my sister could meet you, but she was already taken… I miss her”, she says, now with a cracking voice. “I’m sorry to hear about that, Suzie. Would you like to see something cool mermaids can do?”, you ask her, trying to at least cheer her up. “Yes, yes I want to see!”.

You know that out of the water you wouldn’t be able to transform properly, so you decide to show her how your hair can change. Slowly your hair grows longer, fuller and changes colors. You remember how doing this made your little sister happy, and a sting of pain hits your heart… “Wooow Mrs. Mermaid, that’s so so cool! I wish I was a mermaid too, how pretty!!!”, the little child shouts with excitement, and a smile is drawn onto your face, until…

“Shut the fuck up, you two!!”, the same man as before shouts at you, and hits what you think are the metal barrels of the cell.

Some minutes after, loud music starts playing, announcing the start of something, maybe a show.

You hear steps coming towards you followed by a terrible smell that is the mix in between smoke and sake. “It’s time, man”.

The cell’s door opens, and someone grabs your arm and shakes you, “C’mon, it’s your turn, water bitch”. You try to release from his hand, but you can’t and he hits you one more time, this time on your ribs. You hiss, and he drags you over the floor.

The music turns louder, and someone announces the start of the auction. “Good morning, ladies and gentleman! Today we have a special entry. Our men have finally found a hybrid, a moon mermaid, y’all!!!”. You are thrown on the floor, and someone takes off the cloth that’s blindfolding you. Bright lights over you blind you, but quickly you realize you are over a scenario, with nobles, people and even some tenryuubitos looking at you.

“So, how much shall we start from?”, says the presenter, pointing at the crowd that look almost like beasts hungry for you.

A noble shouts, “Twenty thousand Berries!”, another “Fifty thousand!!”, a Tenryuubito offers a hundred thousand, until… “Oi, oi, oi… this push is on fire, huh?”, the voice of Hiken no Ace resonates all over the auction house. “Ace!”, you gasp.

Suddenly everybody starts to scream “piraaates!!!” and try to run to the exit, but you see how all of your nakamas are blocking every possible exit.

Ace points his index and middle fingers of both hands at the curtains that surround the whole theater and shoots bullets of fire at them. Everything around is on fire, and the guards are now being beaten up by your nakamas.

Ace walks to the scenario in between the crowd that runs desperately in order to find an exit, everything around is on fire, but you only see his eyes, his smile. He is here, he came to rescue you. You are safe, your boyfriend and your nakamas won't ever leave you alone.

“I’m sorry for the delay, baby. I have to tell the crew about your… uhm, mermaid form…”, Ace says while he jumps to the stage. “Babe, it’s ok, don’t worry!”, you tell him with tears in your eyes. “Let’s go!!” he says and lifts you up on his arms, but the collar around your neck begins to make that ticking sound once again.

“Ace, stop!!!” you scream desperately, “the collar, if I get out the theatre or even move a little bit more… it will… explode”. “What?!”, says Ace, surprised. You can sense a flame growing strong inside his body, he is pissed, he is angry.

Marco comes flying in his hybrid mode, and stands next to you. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna find the keys, Ace, don’t move, stay by her side, ok?”. “Marco!!!, go save the people on the cells, there is a little child, Suzie, save her, please!!”, you beg your nakama.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. Izo is taking care of them. I’m coming back with the keys right now!”, he says and flies away.

But Marco is not coming back, and the pace of the tickling becomes even faster, you and Ace are desperate. You know it is too late, that’s it. This shit is going to explode on your neck and if it does, it will also hurt the love of your life, so, you tell him, "Ace, go away. Leave me alone… it's too late". "I'm not leaving you here, are you crazy? Marco is going to bring the keys, trust him, trust me", says Ace crying. "Go away!!", you shout at him as the ticking sound announces the time is almost over. "I love you, please, do it for me. Live a life free, be free for me, Ace!".

"I'M NOT LEAVING YOU HERE!!!!", he shouts and grabs the collar with his hands that are now turned black. He squeezes the metal so hard, so strong, so sure of saving your life that just in the final second he is able to break it and throw it away.

The parts of the collar explode in the air. You are safe, you have no collar around your neck. Ace saved you with only his hands.

"This… this is the type of haki my brother told me…" , he says, amazed at his own power… “Let’s go”, he says. He carries you in his arms and runs to the exit.

Marco is now behind you, “Ace… that was... ?”, he asks. “I don’t know…”, Ace tells him. “Marco!!, where is Suzie??”, you ask your phoenix friend, worried for the little girl. “She is outside with Izo, she is ok!!, are you hurt?”, he tells you…

Once outside, marine soldiers are arriving so you all have to run, there is no point in fighting anymore or even start a war at the archipielago. You all head to the ship, where Marco treats the combat wounds, and everyone makes sure you are all safe.

You want to see the face of that little girl, so you desperately search for your samurai friend. “Mrs. Mermaid!!”, you hear behind you. “Suzie?”, you look back to finally see her face. She is a little gyojin girl that somehow reminds you of your little sister… how much you miss her. Suzie comes running to you, and hugs your leg. “Are you ok? does it hurt?”, she asks, caressing the exact place where that disgusting man hit you. “I’m ok, darling. How are you?”, you ask, ruffling her hair. “I’m ok!! this cute samurai helped me, thank you Izo!!”, she says to Izo with a big smile. “haha, thanks for the ''cute”. You are also really cute, you remind me of my little sister, Kiku…”

Once Thatch fed the little girl, who at this point after being held captive for some weeks was famished, you all asked her where her family was…

“Come with us, please, all of you, please!”, Suzie tells you. You know that she is talking about the same place you have abandoned years before, your home, your family… you look at Ace, because you simply don’t know what to do. You have talked to him about coming back one day, but… is this the moment?...

“Let’s go meet your family…”, your lover says to you. Soon Ace, Suzie and you begin to sail to your roots… a big bubble surrounds the little ship some guys on the archipelago lend you, and little by little you sink deep into the sea.

The roots of Sabaody are left above you, and everything turns darker and colder. Some fishes and some sea kings swim around us as we descend. Ace is amazed with the underwater world, after all, he hasn’t been able to experience this view ever in his life. He is leaning over the railing, with his nose almost touching the bubble covering, “Babe, is this what you see when you swim in your mermaid form?”, he asks you, still astonished with the marvelous underwater world. “I don’t usually swim so deep, but kind of…” you tell him, while brushing your hand all over his back.

Suzie is playing with something Thatch gave him before sailing, and for some reason at least, this bubble is safe with just Ace and her…

Finally, at the bottom of the ocean, two big bubbles hold inside a colorful big city, with even a sea inside of it. “Are we already at Gyojin Island, babe? You came from here? it looks like a dream!”, says Ace, amazed. “I do…”, you tell him, nervous, scared. Is your family still living there?...

For some reason, the sun shines brighter than you remember. Ace doesn’t really understand why the sun rays are so bright at the bottom of the sea, but you enjoy the figures the light forms with the water over his freckled face, he looks like a little child.

“Let’s go, sister!”, Suzie pulls from you as you enter the city. “Isn’t it awesome, brother?, you can breathe underwater too!”, she says to Ace, who still can't catch on the bubble system. Around you, mermaids, mermen, gyojin, sea creatures walk on the streets of the island. It’s a very busy day, the “highway” is even crowded.

“Y/n… is that you?”, a girl’s voice asks behind your back. “Sister…?”, you turn around, and there she is, ten years older since the day you’ve left. “Suzie!!! are you alright????”, she shouts, after coming back to reality. “Big sis!”, the little girl says and runs to her arms… Turns out that your sister runs a foster house and Suzie was one of their interns, that one day ran away just to “have an adventure”, just like you… but she was captured…

“How's dad?”, you ask your sister. “stubborn, as always…”, she answers straightforwardly, but continues, “but he’ll be pleased to have his princess back at home”... “I’m not really sure about that…”, you tell her.

The afternoon passes and even if you wanted to go to your house, you just don’t want it, and instead, you have a wonderful idea… “Ace, would you like to swim with me?”, you ask him. Ace looks at you, confused. “How am I supposed to do it, babe?”, he asks. “Come with me, I got a surprise”...

The sky is now a night sky, little lights flickering around you, but still don’t look like stars. You and Ace are now on a little side coast of the city, it’s pretty deserted at this time. Ace is sitting on the shore, a little bit scared of drowning, but still up for whatever your surprise is. “Close your eyes”, you tell him, and he does. You grab one of the bubbles and wrap him with it. “Open them!”, you tell him. When he opens his eyes, he realizes he is inside the bubble and tells you, “This… this is…?”. “Yes, come on!”, you tell him and dive into the sea. He follows you.

You are on mermaid form now, Ace is on your side. “You wished you could swim next to me?, well here, we can do it”. Your beloved looks at you, smiling, amazed, astonished with your beauty once again. You put your hand on one of the bubble’s walls, and he does the same. Your palms are almost touching through the thin material of that litmus barrier. The water plays with your hair, you have your eyes interlocked with Ace’s. The sea holds you both, and it’s not punishing Ace for the akuma no mi, you are equals right now.

After swimming for a few minutes, you ask Ace to “make some space”. You enter into his bubble which makes itself a little bit bigger so the both of you can fit. You are now turned into your human form, wrapping your legs around your lover's waist. Ace rubs his fingers around your hair, and kisses so passionately, so in need of you… He kisses you, entirely, your neck, your shoulders, your breasts. You are seated over his lap, and you start to feel the consequences of his arousal. A hard bulge grows stronger that you feel over your sex. You grind against him, with your legs crossed around his waist, back and forth, back and forth… the friction between your sexes makes Ace, and you, gasp with every movement. The soft motion of the water moves your bubble and contributes to the exquisite sensations. You keep kissing, touching, feeling your flesh spellbound from your scents, in love with each other.

He penetrates you so deep, yet so soft, allowing yourself to move up and down, crossing your arms around his neck, pressing the warm skin of your stomachs as you make love. Soon you both reach climax. “I love you so much… you saved my life…thank you”, you say to him with your forehead pressed onto his freckled shoulder. “And you saved mine, I love you”, he says to you, kissing your head… This is an experience your boyfriend, nor you, will ever forget. You two seal your love, on earth, on the sky and now underwater...♥

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mythicalgemwrites · 3 years ago

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Selkie x F! Reader (Linn) Part 1

Sorry for not posting earlier guys! I've been very busy with online classes.

Warnings: mentions of drowning. Pics are not mine, all credits go to the owner!

M! Selkie X F! Reader

Living on an island your whole life has its perks. From the fresh scent of the salty ocean air to the calming sounds of the waves crashing lazily, it never failed to wake you up with a serenity that could be found nowhere else. You had lived alone with your Toller pup for the past couple years, in the house that your grandparents had left for you. You grew up with them, as your parents always had to move from town to town due to their profession. They were both marine biologists and had taken up a job at a top secret research facility when you were 12, so they decided to let you stay with your beloved grandparents. However, on a stormy day a couple years ago, when you were 19, both your grandparents got caught in a storm while they were out fishing, and they never came back. During the funeral, you had found out that in their will, they had stated that you should get the house, in the event of something tragically happening to them.

And that’s how you got the house three years ago. When it became too lonely, you decided to adopt a Toller puppy for company, and you had named him Sam, which was your grandpa’s nickname. He provided good company and unconditional love, which is important in every home. The house had its own dock leading to the beach, so every morning, after your walk, you’d put Sam’s retriever genes to good use and play fetch with him, fetching the ball from the ocean was one of his favorite past times. Whenever you brought him to the beach, you sometimes feared he was going to be the reason why someone almost drowned. To date, you were grateful nothing like that had ever happened, but you sometimes couldn’t brush off that fear. You were a writer, and sometimes, you couldn’t control how far your imagination went, and sometimes, the words you put on paper would be some of your worst fears, if they were to come alive.

As the days go by, and the weather gets chilly, you would often take Sam on a walk to the nearby cove, usually in the warmer months it would be filled with children playing by the beach and in the waters, but as the weather got cooler, it was mostly couples going on romantic walks, or some who preferred the solitude, just came to enjoy the sunset. On this particular day, there weren’t many people by the cove, just a couple strangers. It was around 6:15 when you threw the ball the last time, and waited for Sam to retrieve it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, fully inhaling the chill autumn air, when you heard a whelp coming from the water. Opening your eyes, you saw Sam caught on a wave, and struggling to get back to you. In a panicked state, you took off into the water, not worrying about the growing current, but more worried about your faithful companion, struggling in grasps of strong waves, at least for a dog his size. As you grab him by his collar, attempting to pull him out, another wave comes crashing into the two of you, causing you to go under. Trying to call for help, and failing, as the water fills your lungs, you stop struggling, knowing it might make your situation worse, however, Sam starts barking, with his head barely above the water.

Suddenly, you could feel yourself being pulled out of the water, and being held against a broad chest by strong arms. Once you reached the water, you looked at your savior, beautiful greenish-blue grey eyes met yours, and you saw a cute familiar face looking back at you. It was Linn, the barista in the cute local café. You had to admit, you’ve always had a crush on him, but from afar. You didn’t know anything about him, except that people claimed that his family had lived on the island for years, centuries even.

He had shaggy brown hair, and small freckles were scattered along his face. With his help, you got up from the ground and called out to Sam. “Are you alright? I saw you getting pulled under and saw your dog barking. Do you want me to call someone?” he asked , in a boyishly deep smooth voice. Gaping like a goldfish out of the water, it took you a few seconds to process what was said. Coughing, you rasped out “ Yes… I’m fine, thank you! My dog , Sam, got caught in the waves, and I tried to get him out.” you started babbling like a lost child. “ Can I call someone to come get you?” He asked again, a hint of concern in his eyes. “ oh, no… no it’s okay, I live alone, well with Sam. There’s no one to call.” you said, trying not to act like a 15 year old who just couldn't help but be nervous around her crush. “I’ll be fine, really, I just need to walk home and dry out. Thanks again for helping!” you exclaimed. Calling Sam to you, the both of you started to walk home. “ Hey! Wait!” you heard Linn calling from behind, “ I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay. It’s getting dark anyway. I’ll see to it that you both get home safe,”. Before you could say anything, you felt him putting his jacket over you, helping with the chill. You didn’t realize you were freezing until he wrapped his jacket around you.

When the three of you reached your home, Sam was happy to be back in the warm embrace of his bed. Standing by the door “ Would you like to come in? Maybe a cup of coffee… or tea or anything else, if you prefer?” quickly giving him the option of whatever he preferred, to make sure you didn't seem ignorant. Sure, he worked as a barista in the local café, but that doesn't mean he loved coffee, right? “ Um, sure! Anything will do,” he said, as he followed you in. Looking around, you kicked yourself in your head, not keeping up to the schedule you set yourself for cleaning up around the cottage. Sure, it was decent, but paper everywhere? A heaping amount of mugs were strewn around your coffee table, as you sat there working on your next work.

Quickly picking them up and moving them to the sink, you filled up the kettle and turned it on to boil. “ There’s tea and coffee in the cabinet above the kettle, feel free to help yourself. I’ll go get dried up,” the words left you, as if you were telling them to an old friend, hoping to not make a fool of yourself anymore, you gave him a sheepish smile and made your way upstairs to your bedroom.

(Linn pov)

I made my way to the cabinet, looking through the various tea blends. Something which would help with the cold temperature would be nice. There in the right corner of the cabinet, was a box of peppermint tea. It would definitely help make her feel better, since she was soaked to the bone. I can’t help but feel a sense of concern for her. This beautiful strong woman that I always encounter in the café I worked in, and possibly have a crush on, I can’t believe I never spoke to her. I’ve always seen her writing in the corner of the café, in her spot, as my coworkers and I have labeled it. She always seems so sure of herself, and always seems ready for anything, but today, out in the water when I saw her struggling, something came over me. I had to save her, felt a sense of protectiveness for her, hence why I offered to walk her home. Taking two bigger than average mugs from the cabinet, I filled them up with the boiling water, after placing a tea bag in each and placing them on the coffee table before the couch. Her dog was in front of the heater, longing for some warmth and hoping to dry off. I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Sam laying before the heater, trying to get warm. Making my way to the tiny laundry room, I picked up Sam’s towel. Making my way to him, from the corner of my eye I saw Linn, sitting on the couch, two steaming mugs of what seemed to be one of my teas in front of him.

“ I made some peppermint tea, it helps with colds, we don’t want you to catch one now do we?” grinned Linn.

Thanking him, and taking the mug he held one, I sat next to him on the couch. Keeping some distance between us, I asked him if he wanted to use the bathroom to clean up.

“ If you have any spare clothing that might fit, I’d like that! It’s okay if you don’t though!” he nervously exclaimed. “ I do have some spare clothing that belonged to my grandpa, they should fit. Gimme a sec! I’ll go grab ‘em, and a towel too!” I exclaimed, leaving the cozy embrace of the couch.

Making my way to my room, where I kept a spare drawer full of my grandparent’s clothes, I dug out a jumper and a pair of pajama pants which belonged to my grandpa.

When I went down, I saw Linn drying Sam with the towel that I had left by his dog bed, and Sam being the belly rub loving dog he is, happily accepted Linn drying him with the towel, belly rubs being a necessity. Letting out a chuckle at the scene before my eyes, I held out the spare clothes and a fresh towel to Linn.

“ There’s a bathroom two doors left from the stairs upstairs,” I exclaimed, reaching for the doggy towel he left by the couch and chucking it in the laundry room. “Thank you,” he exclaimed, leaving to go to the bathroom.

Once Sam was dry enough, I picked up my mug of tea, making myself comfortable on the couch. Looking out the living room window, rain droplets trickling down the class, I sip on my tea, waiting for my guest to arrive from the bathroom. A couple minutes passed, looking up when I heard soft footsteps heading towards me, I offered Linn a smile and patted down the space next to me on the couch. “ Here, you can leave once the storm stops,” I handed him the mug.

We both sat beside each other, talking about what we remember about my grandparents and how we never spoke to each other when we were younger. Sam sitting at our feet. The dying fire casted a warm allure on his face, illuminating the soft scattered freckles. Hours passed as we enjoyed each other's company over another mug of tea, laughing at all the brief mutual moments that were shared between us. He mentioned that he would always get excited to see me whenever I visited my grandparents by the docks. I didn’t want to admit it, but I always loved to catch a few glimpses of him, whenever he wasn't looking as well.

I laughed at his words, tired but somehow feeling rejuvenated. It had been a long time since I last laughed with someone. It felt good to let go.

His expression of awe paused me mid laughter. He was gazing into my eyes, as I his. For a brief moment, his gaze averted to my lips. Moving his gaze up to my eyes, as soft as a whisper “ May I kiss you?” he asked, a foreign emotion lingered behind his now soft eyes.

Giving him a gentle nod, I felt him place his hand at the nape of my neck. Inhaling a deep breath, his scent which reminded me of the sea with a hint of musky peppermint enveloped my senses.

Linn leaned in, gently bringing my face towards his. He closed his eyes, and for a brief few seconds I admired him until mine shut involuntarily as I felt his lips on mine. After a few seconds, he pulled away, still gazing into my eyes, “ I’ve been wanting to do that for quite a while now,” he said, with a sheepish grin, before kissing me again.

He deepened the kiss a little, giving my bottom lip a light lick before pulling away. “ I regretted not telling you how I felt about you earlier… I did ask permission from your grandpa before he passed. The last thing he said to me was, he’d be happy if you chose me,” he paused for a second, a hint of sadness and regret casting a shadow on his blue eyes. “ I… I need to tell you something. I might … might not be who you expect. And I understand if I’m not who you want,” he stammered. Grunting, “ The rain’s about to stop. I should probably get going,” he said as he started to get up.

Grabbing onto his hand, “ No...don’t! Please… It’s late, you should stay!” I stopped him. “And I’ve had a silly little crush on you too… I just never knew how to tell you” I whispered. He sat next to me, slowly, as if I were made of fine china. That, at any moment, I might crumble. “ You did?” he breathed, his breath close enough that I could feel it on my face.

“ I also know what you are. Grandpa made sure to educate me on myths, and he said some were not myths. I’ve seen you carry your pelt around sometimes,” I closed his hand between mine. “I know you’re a selkie, Linn. I don’t want you to hide that from me.” I breathed, gazing into his eyes. I could catch a glimpse of adoration in them. “Thank you… for not running away, even when you knew what I was,” he sighed. I gazed at his lips, before catching them with mine, a soft peck, to let him know I accepted him for who he is.

#selkie #selkie x reader #merfolk #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster lover #sea creatures #scottish mythology #scottish folklore

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pankowfruitsnacks · 3 years ago

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Shattered JJ Maybank Four

master list | series master list

warning: drinking, unkown hatred, anger

word count: 1003

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Ava sat in the back of the HSM Pogue with an ice cold beer gripped in her right hand. This was her usually position. John B was behind the wheel, Sarah wrapped in his arms next to him, quieter than usual, and the rest scattered in the front of the boat.

Over the past couple of months, Ava hung out with the crew almost everyday. They all accepted her and made her feel included. All except JJ. Ava could never read JJ, one second he'd be joking around, the next he would ignore her and have absolutely nothing to do with the blonde girl. Right now he was being cold.

"Ava!" Sarah plopped down beside her, allowing John B to put both hands on the wheel.

The blonde girl returned with the same energy. "Hello Sarah!" Ava could also tell Sarah had a little too much over her limit.

"Come up front with me, please?"

"There's too many people." Sarah continue to pull Ava towards the front, making a space for all of them. On one side there was Kie, Pope, and Sarah. The other was Ava and JJ. How convenient, Ava thought.

They all engaged in some conversation about summer plans and stories from last summer. "I still can't believe we're gonna be seniors this fall." Pope said.

"Mr. College scholarship going places." Kie lightly punched his shoulder.

"It's the only way off this island." You could hear the audible sigh from everyone.

"What about you Sarah?" Pope asked.

"I'm probably gonna go to some state school, join a sorority, move to the mainland, get married." We all nodded with approval. Sounds pretty typical for a kook princess.

JJ answered next. "Fuck college. Ima do some yard work or car mechanic shit, fish, and marry a milf." This had everyone dying.

Kie looked at Ava last. "And you?"

Ava tried to come up with an answer. "Didn't think I'd make it past fifteen." A stiff chuckle left her throat. "Never really thought about it, but college is definitely out of the question."

JJ looked at her and spoke in a whisper only she could hear. "Awe, daddy won't pay for it?" She felt her blood boil. Ava wasn't in the mood for his antics and she was for sure not gonna fight back. Instead, the blonde reclined back in the seat, sipping her beer and looking at the horizon.

She didn't like thinking about the future. This summer she would fly back to Huntington Beach to testify against her father at trial. She wasn't smart enough or had the grades for schools to even consider accepting her. The only thing she had was her business but she was struggling to find motivation to start it back up since moving to the Outer Banks.

A few moments later the HSM Pouge docked at the chateau. The teens began to scramble about. "Hey Ava, can you help me wipe down the seats? They kind of got beer every where." Ava nodded towards Sarah and grabbed a few rags.

Sarah always helped John B pick up after his friends, Ava would gladly lend a hand because of the kindness both showed to her. She owed Sarah for introducing her to everyone, and John B was always offering his home and snacks.

John B carried some left over items up to the house leaving the two girls by themselves. "Just wanted to check in, you got quiet toward the end. Did JJ say something?"

"You know, JJ being JJ. I just wasn't in the mood. One of those days." She laughed, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"He can get a little mean sometimes and never understands when to draw the line." Ava smiled.

The silence felt tense so Ava asked Sarah next, "how are you, doing? You were quiet all day."

"Honestly, today has been one of the hardest days and I don't know what to think, or feel, or do." Their eyes met. Ava was surprised by the girls rawness and honesty and almost felt guilty for never opening up with them or anyone.

"What's going on?" They took a seat on the dock, dipping their toes in.

"My brother, Rafe." She swallowed. "Uh, my dad sent him to rehab. Rafe agreed to go. It all happened so fast." Sarah sobbed, face in her hands. "Rafe treated people like shit. He was mean to anyone who was different than him. But he was still my brother. Part of me never wants to see him again. He deserves what ever is coming. But I still love him."

"That is really tough on anybody, but you have to remember it's even harder for him. He's taking the first few steps towards changing. It's a learning process for everyone."

"He lied, Ava. He's a thief. And then he had the audacity to ask me to visit."

"I don't really know your brother. But my opinion, do not burn the bridge between you guys. I'm not saying trust him fully and blindly forgive, but work on restoring a relationship that was fractured." Ava tried to think of a better way to explain, but it was too difficult. "Have you talked to John B about this? He might be of some better assistance."

"No I haven't. I didn't want to ruin the vibe today. Plus you've helped more than you know. You always know what to say. I'm not saying I agree, but your logic was there." They both chuckled.

Sarah then reached out to give Ava a hug but Ava quickly backed away. "Oh shit, I forgot. Not a hugger." Sarah instantly felt regret for almost pushing her friends boundary.

"It's okay Sarah." Ava placed a hand on the girls shoulder. "Im going to grab John B, why don't you come up to the hammock. Might be comfier.

Sarah nodded and trailed behind. It's funny how little the group knew about Ava, but everyone knew they could trust the newer girl. They have come to love her as their trusted friend.

#outerbanks #outer banks cast #rafe outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagines #john b routledge #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x reader #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #angst #slow burn

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.5)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 2,944 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author's Note: I'm using the new post editor so I'm not sure if the tags are working??? Can someone let me know, thanks!

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After Steve had let you go, you had gone inside, ending your night abruptly. You locked yourself in the bedroom all night, planning to refuse to let them in if they asked. They surprisingly left you alone. You wondered where they had slept but surmised it was just another room because there were multiple in the house.

You laid awake in the morning for a long time, staring out the window at the waves, lost in your racing thoughts. If they were serious about either being here or in an apartment back in the city, you wondered if just staying here would be so bad. But then you thought of whenever they would need to come with their wives – this was a beach house after all for them. Where would you go during those times? Maybe Steve had just spoken out of anger and did not mean here.

Why did you constantly attract men like this?

But how surprised were you with men as wealthy and entitled as them?

You scowled for the umpteenth time thinking of how casually they had brought it into conversation and acted like you were being unreasonable at the idea of it. Men screwed you for awhile and then got bored. That is how it always went. In other circumstances though, you were able to pivot to someone else. You were not going to have that opportunity here. And it scared you.

You wished you could just call an Uber and go back home but there was no way to sneak out of the house without talking to them. And it was not like they did not know where you lived. But if they had some time to think, maybe they would realize how outlandish their proposal was from your point of view.

Grumbling, you rolled over away from the window. You were getting hungry though and you had to face them sooner or later.

As if they could read your thoughts, someone walked in without knocking and you listened to their footfalls coming towards the bed. They stopped on the side of the bed that you were facing away from. Peace was going to be broken.

The comforter was torn back, and you groaned, grabbing blindly for it. But it was too far down the bed. Rolling onto your back, you sighed tiredly.

Tony was staring down at you, wearing shorts and a button down with sunglasses hanging off his chest, looking as posh as ever.

“It’s almost 10am, Y/N.”

“Five more minutes,” you tried.

“No,” Tony returned firmly immediately. “Get up. We are going on the boat. Get you some fresh air. You can get some sun, relax on a towel while we work.”

Reluctantly, you sat up in bed, rubbing at your eyes. You got up and went over to your suitcase to dig through to find another swimsuit since you had made a mess of the other one with Steve last night on the dock. Tony had not left and you looked over your shoulder, seeing he had sat down in the wicker chair by the window and was peering out. He was making sure you got ready and in a timely fashion.

You made to go to the bathroom and Tony piped up from behind you, amusement lacing his tone, “Never thought I’d see you be shy about being naked.”

Stopping, you looked at him, “I need to use the restroom.”

“Ah,” Tony said before turning his head to look out the window again.

You turned back again and went into the restroom to get ready.

When you came back out, he was still waiting, scrolling through his phone. You snatched the cover up off the top of your suitcase and threw it over your head.

“Get some shoes on, we gotta drive to the marina.” You apparently did not mask your confusion because Tony explained, “The boat is in the marina down the road.”

“So… not the speedboat?”

Tony snorted loudly, “No. That’s for crabbing. We are going sailing.”

You could not imagine owning even one boat, no matter what it was.

Getting into the car, you saw Steve was already in there in the backseat where you were supposed to sit in the middle. Two of their men were in the front seats; probably who was going to be driving the boat today.

You gave him a weak smile, “Morning.”

“You slept in,” he commented dryly, scrolling through his phone, barely sparing you a glance.

He did not seem happy.

Tony slid into the seat beside you, and you were shifted closer to Steve which is the last thing you thought he wanted right now. But he made no move to shift away so maybe that was a good sign.

“I was tired,” you mumbled.

He merely made a noise of acknowledgment. You must have really bruised his ego. Sucking your teeth, you turned your attention back to Tony who seemed to want to engage with you.

A complete opposite from Steve. He was all smiles, his fingers intertwining with yours and pulling you close. You leaned towards him as he pointed out places along the waterfront that you all could go for lunch after boating. And all the gossip about people he recognized walking.

The boat was long, longer than you expected. And you accepted Tony’s help crossing the gap to get up onto it. He held you close as it took off, Steve still extremely engrossed in his phone across the way.

“You been on a boat before?” Tony asked curiously against your ear. You smiled from the sensation of his breath and shook your head, turning slightly to look at him. He smiled mischievously, his grip tightening. “Okay, well, if you get sick, let us know.”

A few minutes passed and he sighed.

“We are coming up on the inlet. It’s going to be a little rough but don’t worry. That’s normal. The ocean is meeting the calmer water in here.”

His arm came even tighter around you as the bow hit the waves, trying to hold you in place as well as he could. You leaned back into him and you felt him adjust to let you lean even further. His hand gripped your hip tighter, his thumb caressing. It was comforting and you let it be, relishing in the semblance of normalcy.

When you had hit calmer waters, Tony had encouraged you to get up and take a towel to the bow of the boat. There was a place to sunbathe. Him and Steve needed time to talk business. You did not argue, grabbing one of the towels. But you hesitated seeing what you needed to walk around.

“You need help?” Tony breathed against your ear and you laughed despite yourself. You hated how comfortable he made you feel.

“No, I’ll just hold onto the railing,” you said.

“Don’t go overboard now,” he teased before backing off.

You stepped up and went along the side of the boat, holding onto the railing. You felt his eyes on you and that is what you focused on; his attention, not the thought of you actually taking a header over the side of the boat into the waves.

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At first, you had started on your back, but you had flipped onto your stomach by now. The sun was comforting, and after time, you had gotten used to the swell of the waves. It was actually relaxing.

The wood creaked next to you and you could tell by the cologne that it was Tony. You cracked your eyes open, and he smiled, seeing you saw him as he laid down next to you. He had lost his shirt. You smiled in return before closing your eyes again.

Tony’s fingers ghosted down your back coming to rest on your ass.

“I thought you just wanted me to lay here and get sun,” you murmured, not opening your eyes.

Tony chuckled, “I do. I’m just appreciating you, sweetheart.”

His fingers dug in slightly and he let out an exhale, his fingers continuing to caress. You had been in this business long enough to read prodding body language.

You opened your eyes, peering up at him. “Do you want me to turn over?”

“Well…” Tony chuckled. “Since you’re offering.”

You did, and he was on you immediately. His kisses were soft and you welcomed it when his lips finally met yours after gracing your collarbone. He moaned softly against your mouth, his tongue slipping in. Your hands came up to grip the back of his head, wanting to make him happy.

He forced his hand underneath your back, and you arched your back to give him access. He undid your bikini top clumsily. It took him no time to tear the straps down your arms and toss them behind him back onto the deck.

Tony was gentle in caressing your breasts, taking it slow as he worked you up. You fell into his rhythm, forgetting everything else. His hand slipped down underneath your bottoms, his fingers pressing past your lips with gentle purpose. You smiled into his kiss.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just like how gentle you’re being. It’s different,” you said.

“Mhm, that’s a compliment if I ever heard one,” he murmured, hooking his fingers beneath the strap of your bottoms. You let him pull them down your legs.

He crawled on top of you, and you kissed him back fervently. Tony pinned your hips down, slipping up into you. Your arms hooked around his neck, falling into the rhythm. Kissing him deeply as he thrusted up into you, you gasped against his lips.

His hand cradled your head, his kiss passionate as he emptied inside you.

When he rolled off of you, he exhaled deeply. He sat up slightly after a few moments, searching and located your sunscreen.

He sat up fully now and said, “Since you are going the no tan lines route now, let me do you back up.”

You accepted the reapplication gratefully, his hands touching every crevice, making sure you were completely covered. He gestured for you to sit up and you did, making sure he got your back.

When you laid back down, he finished with your face, his fingers moving delicately. You smirked and he said, “Sunburns are a serious thing, love. Just making sure you’re protected. I’ll let you get back to it, I got work to do. Peace and tranquility again for you up here, whatever that means.”

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Coming back to the cooler at the other end of the boat, Tony pulled out the bottle of bourbon. Steve was relaxing on a chair, dark sunglasses resting on his nose.

“Any update?” Tony asked, pouring himself a drink.

Steve nodded, “They found a couple options. I’ll send them to you. I personally like the third, but they are all close to the office, so it won’t take us long to get over to her.”

“Are they all—”

“Near the top of the buildings, yes. No easy access out a window.”

“Good,” Tony nodded approvingly, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’ve already contacted Tatiana. Told her what we are offering to pay out for the contract,” Steve went on, lying his hand down on his thigh to look away from his phone.

“She happy with it?”

“Of course she is. Money talks.”

Tony took another drink and said, “That’s good. I was going to get irritated by any hiccups.”

“Any morehiccups,” Steve corrected sounding sour.

Tony waved him off and said, “Y/N shows her teeth but she’s not going to bite. She’s a good girl. We can handle it. She’s just flustered. She’ll settle down.”

“How are you so calm about this, I’ll never know.”

“I’ve had mistresses’ before. Granted, I got tired of them pretty quick, but they were also super needy, wanting to be number one, which is never the goal of this situation. Y/N is the exact opposite of that,” Tony shrugged. “It’s giving me hope this could work out very well.”

“Well, the fact she’s not needy is the reason we need to keep her corralled.”

“Corralled for a while,” Tony corrected him now. “Not permanent. It won’t take her long. She’ll ease into being on her own and get over losing that cheap ass room she had at the brothel. People like comfort and she’ll have a lot of that when she realizes she likes being able to stretch out and have the whole place to herself. And she likes gifts, that’s not going to stop. She’ll be able to make her own meals, a luxury she has not had, especially in her own kitchen. She’ll have control over her environment. It’s simple, Steve. Comfort.”

Steve stared at Tony, taking that in. And Tony smiled, raising his glass. “You might be older than me year wise, but I’ve got more wisdom, Cap.”

<><><>

“I don’t want to do this,” you hissed at Tatiana.

You had cornered her the moment you had gotten back to the brothel. The last day, Steve had warmed up again. The subject of the apartment had not come up again and you were unsure if you should have brought it up again or maybe it was a settled manner that it was not going to happen.

But that theory had been destroyed when they dropped you off, telling you that they had found a place and it would be ready for you in a few days. You had kept it together, giving them the kisses on the cheek before getting out of the car. Upon seeing Tatiana though, who looked jubilant for you, you immediately stormed into her office. You noticed one of their guys had stayed behind to keep an eye on you and you huffed before closing the door in his face.

Tatiana was caught off guard and was at a loss for words for a few moments before she cleared her throat. “Y/N,” she said in a worried tone.

You came close and whispered desperately, “Please. Just distract the guy so I can slip out the back.”

“Where are you going to go?” she asked you in hushed tones, perplexed.

“Back home!” you said throwing your hands out. “It won’t be that bad. I’ll just get a normal job and bunk with people and just live some boring ass life.”

She exhaled slowly and you felt it coming; she was on their side and your heart sank. “Y/N. Listen to me. Do you understand the opportunity you have here?”

“There’s no—”

“No, shut it. There is. You are being given an apartment. You are being given income.”

“But they’re going to control everything!” you said pathetically.

“I thought you liked them.”

“I… did. I do. I hate I like them. But, then they just turned out like every other man that I’ve been with.”

“Did they?”

“Yes, it’s about controlling me,” you said, emotions overwhelming you. You wiped at your eyes and sniffled.

“I don’t think that’s all of it,” Tatiana said and you waited for her to go on. She shrugged, “I think they’re being forceful, yes. That’s how men like them are though. They are… intense. You have a debt to pay though and they get to choose how you’re going to pay it back. That’s how this works, that’s how it’s going to work. But, I think they killed the guy for a reason other than just to get you underneath their thumbs. Do you really think they don’t enjoy you?”

“They enjoy me plenty,” you muttered, wiping at your eyes again. “I… I just want to get to a place where I can just do what I want. Make enough money and make it on my own.”

Tatiana took your hands and made you look her in the eyes. “Stellina, I’m not going to help you escape. I am not going to willingly piss off two of the most powerful men in the city. I love you, dearly, but it is not something I can do. I can’t risk blowback and have it affect the other women. You understand that, right?”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad to have your own place,” Tatiana continued softly. “All the space just for you… peace and quiet. You can decorate it how you want. And what you’re saying about making it your own? I’ve just told you that you can make it your own.”

Swallowing thickly, you bit your cheeks to stop from crying again. You knew what she was saying was true. It would not serve anyone well here if she did what you were asking. And hell, who even knew if you could escape.

You forced yourself to nod. “Yeah… maybe.”

“You’ll be okay, Y/N.”

<><><>

You had never had an entire apartment to yourself, so walking in overwhelmed you a bit. Everything was so new, the windows large. You did not know if it had come furnished or if they had bought the furniture.

The walls in the hall were bare and you thought of what things you could buy to make it a little homier. The bedroom was bare as well except for the bed, nightstands, and your dresser. It was a nice bed which served to lift your spirits a little. You left your suitcase and bag at the end of the bed before crossing the hall to go to the bathroom. You almost breathed a sigh of relief seeing that laundry was in unit. Another huge perk.

They were waiting out in the living room, hands in their slack’s pockets, waiting for you to come back out apparently.

“Apparently there are barbeques up on the roof,” Tony commented. “Shared of course. But that might be good for a night.”

You had never lived in a building with a rooftop terrace either.

“Nice,” you said sounding happier than you felt.

Walking over to the fridge, you opened the door finding basic things.

“I set up a grocery delivery service for you. I wrote down all the logins you’re going to need for the WiFi, Netflix, Prime, etc on the counter over here,” Steve spoke, drawing your attention to a laminated sheet sitting on the island.

Your face scrunched in confusion. “I can get my own groceries. I saw a place not far from here.”

“Soon,” Steve said cryptically. “When you get the keys and are able to lock the door from the outside, that can become an option.”

“You have the keys,” you said slowly, having seen him with your own two eyes unlock the door to come in.

Steve ran his tongue across his lip, staring at you. He said simply after a few moments, “You don’t get the keys yet.”

“What?” you asked flabbergasted, shooting a look at Tony who was standing there stoically.

“Maybe after a while in here you’ll realize how good it is what you’re being offered,” Steve stated. “And we can trust you with the keys.”

Just when you thought maybe things would pan out.

“I realize it,” you said quickly to the two of them. “I… It was stupid of me to be upset about it. It’s fine. I’m over it.”

“We don’t believe you,” Tony said plainly, and your mouth fell open at his blunt reply. You did not like the look on his face or his tone. “So, for a while, you’re going to just stay in here. Earn our trust.”

“Stay… in here?” you asked slowly. “So, you’re going to lock me in here?”

Tony came up to you, and you nervously met his gaze. “It’s just temporary. It’s not forever.”

“You’ve got everything you need in here,” Steve chimed in. “There’s no need for you to get upset about it, Y/N, and have another outburst.”

Anger bubbled up and bubbled up quick.

“Fuck you,” you spat at him, seeing their faces fall into shock at your boldness. You turned on your heel and stormed off towards the bedroom.

You only made it halfway down the hall before you heard Tony sigh, “Steve, leave her alone” and a rough hand grabbed your arm, jolting you back. You collided with Steve’s chest and he pointed a finger directly in your face.

“I don’t let my wife talk to me like that and I sure as hell won’t stand for you to talk to me like that,” he snapped.

“Let me go,” you said worriedly trying to yank away from him.

His jaw set and he released you angrily, taking a step back. “Watch your damn attitude!” he snapped again, before turning and storming off towards the door. “I’ll be in the car.”

The door slammed behind him and Tony blew a raspberry.

“Y/N, take some time. You apparently need the space,” he said, his tone tight. You said nothing. “We’ve got a couple guys here. One will be on your hall and one is down in the lobby. Order your groceries. Watch some TV. I’ll check back in later. I gotta get back to work. Remember to lock the door behind me.”

With that, he left too, calmly unlike Steve. But you could tell he was irked that you had cursed at them.

This was the first time they had left you without expecting a kiss.

~~~

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Thalassophobia - JJ Maybank

Request: Hello I love your writing so much! Could you possibly do one where she doesn’t get along with JJ and he find out that she can’t swim and he taunts her and she begs him not to tell the others, and somehow she ends up in the sea and she’s struggling/ gets hurt and he has to help her and care for her and they have a moment or something pleasee x

A/N: Thalassophobia is a fear of the ocean or deep bodies of water.

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You stood at the end of the jetty staring at the Heyward’s boat as John B and JJ loaded the drone on. Kiara was looking over the map one more time and Pope was swearing to his dad that it was all just some regular fun, nothing to worry about. And you were just standing still the whole time, staring at the boat and the minute gap between the boat and the jetty were you could see water.

“I think maybe I’ll sit this one out.” You finally said, speaking up for the first time since John B picked you up in the twinkie that morning.

“What?” Kiara looked over at you in surprise. “No way we’re all going.”

“I just don’t wanna be out there on the water. I can’t swim.” You confessed, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Everyone can swim.” JJ piped up. You rolled your eyes, knowing immediately that this was going to start an issue with him. He was always looking for a way to piss you off.

“No.”

“Well obviously,” he replied, casting a glance your way, “but everyone else can.”

“Some people didn’t learn okay?” You defended yourself. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t swim, it wasn’t like you didn’t want to.

“You live on an island, at the beach, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life ‘you can’t swim’.” JJ said, doing his best impersonation of you at the end, which really just sounded high-pitched and whiny.

“Well I can’t swim. So I’m not getting on that boat with you guys.”

“That’s fine, we’ll let you know what happens.” Kiara said, drawing your attention toward her as she touched your arm, trying to be as reassuring as possible.

“No way! No! We said we needed everyone and you’re part of that as you so annoyingly insist on pointing out so get on the boat.” JJ’s voice raised a little, getting more pissed by the moment as you refused to get on board.

“No!”

“JJ, she’s not getting on.” Pope said, coming up beside you on the jetty.

“Whatever! Then we get your half.” He concluded.

“No way! That’s not fair.” You snapped. He was stubborn and you knew he would take every opportunity to cut you out of the group. But you couldn’t let him win, “fine, I’m getting on the fucking boat you asshole.”

“Good.” JJ said,

“Great.”

“Can we just go already!” John B sighed, annoyed with both of you. JJ and you were both childhood friends of John B’s, you’d both known him equally as long, and he refused to choose between the two of you. Meaning that JJ spent way more time with you than he would have preferred. Including this, you getting on the boat with them.

☆

The calm weather that John B had claimed was supposed to stick around all day quickly deteriorated into a coming storm. Reluctant to do so but not comfortable with John B and Pope in the back of the boat, you had moved inside with JJ, sitting on a crate in the corner and trying not to look as the wind shifted and the waves picked up. Surprisingly JJ said nothing about your behavior though he did feel the need to volunteer you when John B called for help.

“Hey, come here for a second, we need help with the rope.”

You looked at JJ, waiting for him to do something but he just continued to stand there behind the wheel. Finally, he looked down at you, smug. “Unless you can suddenly sail a boat they aren’t talking to me.”

“I’m going!”

You made your way over to John B and Pope carefully holding the side once you were close enough. Rain was starting to come down and the waves crashed against the side of the boat.

“If you just, grab right there, yeah. Grab that. Pull.” John B instructed, handing you the rope and checking the camera to see where they were. “Shit, JJ, port, port!” He moved away from the edge to talk to JJ, leaving you and Pope to pull the rigging.

“I am!”

JJ turned the wheel just enough to get the drone out from under the boat and you lost your footing, trying to grab on to something but too close to the edge of the boat. You were there holding the rope one second and the next you had been knocked over, trying to grip the rope but burning your hand as you crashed into the water below.

“John B!” Pope screamed. Kiara ran over to your side, looking over the edge.

“Holy shit!” She cried, “where’s the life raft?”

“What happened?” John B asked, JJ coming to the door to see the commotion.

“Guys we don’t have time I’m going in.” Pope announced.

“I’ll go, I’m a better swimmer.” JJ said, already pulling off his hat and sweatshirt so he could go in after you. John B took hold of the wheel, fighting to keep the boat steady as JJ jumped in after you.

☆

“She’s waking up.” JJ called, “Kie give me some water.”

Kiara came over, kneeling beside you as you started to come to, your head on JJ’s lap. He brushing hair away from your forehead as you tried to catch your breath. He took the water bottle that Kiara offered him, wetting the sleeve of the sweatshirt he still hadn’t put back on, pressing it against your forehead and cheeks.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kiara asked, holding onto your hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah. I told you I can’t swim.” You replied, tilting your head back to look at JJ.

“Didn’t think you’d try to prove it.”

“Come on, we need to get off the boat.” Pope called, standing on the jetty. John B had steered the boat the rest of the way back into the harbor and docked it. The storm that was coming not far off now, “can you walk?”

Kiara helped you sit up while JJ moved from behind you, standing up and capping the water bottle. He stuck it in his pocket and squatted down beside you, wrapping an arm around your back. “Here, I got you.”

“I don’t need you helping cause you feel bad that I went overboard.” You mentioned, even as you leaned most of your weight on him and let him stand you up.

“Can you stop being a pain in the ass and just accept my help?” He replied, securing an arm around your waist even now that you were righted, prepared to help you get off the boat.

“Fine. Thank you.”

“What exactly is our next move supposed to be guys?” Pope asked, helping John B carry the drone down the dock toward the twinkie.

“I wouldn’t mind our next move being dinner.” JJ piped up.

“I second that.” John B replied.

“I meant with the gold!” Pope stressed, rolling his eyes at his friends’ antics.

“Well why don’t we get food and then discuss next moves?” JJ asked.

“I hate to put a damper on the evening but do you think you could drop me off at mine? I don’t feel so great and I’d rather just go home.” You said, climbing into the backseat of the twinkie and resting your head against the window. You were wrapped up in an oversized towel and a blanket but you wanted to get out of your wet bathing suit and get some rest.

“Of course.” JJ muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry did you fall off a boat?” You did your best glare across the back of the bus at him, annoyed that he would continue to hassle you after you had just fallen into the ocean.

“I went in after you! And if I had fallen off I would’ve been fine cause I can swim!”

“Just drop me off please!” You called as John B got in the driver’s side.

“It might be a concussion; you shouldn’t be alone.” Pope pointed out, frowning when you turned your glare on him.

“I’ll be fine.” You promised.

John B drove the twinkie to your house first, letting you out. When he pulled up you pushed the door open and headed for your house, throwing your hand up in a wave. You were still feeling awful and all you wanted to do was get inside, change into warm clothes, and lay down. Your dad was at work still which meant that you had the house to yourself.

“JJ,” Kiara started to say as you walked up the stairs to your porch.

“No. Kie, no way.” He snapped, knowing immediately that they were going to try and make him stay with you.

“Come on.” She insisted.

“Then you go.”

“I would but I promised my dad I’d help close tonight.” Kiara said.

“Unbelievable.”

“JB and I’ll come back with food.” Pope promised, trying to ease JJ’s annoyance.

“Whatever. I’m still stuck with her.” JJ snapped as he climbed out of the van and made his way to your house. He had already saved you from the ocean, he didn’t understand why he had to go babysit you too.

He wasn’t the only one annoyed either. You stuck your head out of your bedroom and looked down the hallway as the front door opened and JJ walked into your house.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked, coming out of your room, changed but still toweling your hair dry.

“John B and Pope are grabbing food and coming back.”

“And you volunteered to stay behind?” You questioned.

“I wouldn’t say I volunteered.” He replied, walking into the kitchen and rummaging around in the fridge.

☆

“Why can’t you swim?” JJ asked, sitting on the couch with you scrolling through netflix.

“What?”

“You live on the beach, you never learned how to swim?”

“No.”

“How come?”

You shrugged, “when I was like six my mom took me to the highschool for swim lessons and the guy there was teaching us how to hold our breath underwater. I was freaked out about going underwater so he held my head under. I almost drowned.”

“That’s fucked up.” He said, sitting up a little more to look over at you.

“Yeah. My mom totally got him fired. But I never got in the water after that.”

“You should try again.”

“I have. It freaks me out to much.” You replied. There were a few times that you’d tried swimming but it terrified you every time. “I only went today because I didn’t want everyone thinking I was letting them down. But that was really scary.”

“Well, sorry you fell over.” He replied.

“I mean, it’s not like you pushed me. You even jumped in to save me…definitely not who I expected to be pulling me out of the water.” You admitted.

“What you thought I’d let you drown?”

“Not like, on purpose.” You had

“I can’t believe you think I’d let you drown.” JJ protested

“I said you wouldn’t.” You laughed at the offended face that JJ made.

“It’s the way you said it!” He replied.

“I didn’t say it any kind of way!”

“That’s it,” JJ announced, “I’m teaching you how to swim now.”

“No thank you.” You laughed.

“No, too late, I’ve extended my friendship to you and now you’re gonna have to learn to swim.” He replied, leaning back into the couch and crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Too bad.”

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 4 years ago

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When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! They made this amazing piece for this this work; go support them with reblogs so it can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this as well! You’re input means a lot and I’m truly grateful.

Chapter 2: The Lines Trace Back to You

Chapter Summary: Logan and Virgil share a quiet moment away from their ship as Logan tells stories with the stars.

Day 2 Prompt: Song/Stars

Warnings: none. If there are others please let me know!

WC: 1349

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The night was still and calm, bringing a quiet respite for the crew of a ship docked on the beach nearby. Waves lapped quietly at the ships hull and lulled even the most dutiful night watcher into a light slumber, entrusting the safety of their fellow shipmates to the vast expanse of peaceful nothing that lay beyond the beach. Soft winds whistled through the sparse trees and kicked up the sand at their bases, irritating the crabs hiding underneath as they hastened to rebury themselves before sunrise. Crickets sang out the last notes of their songs while birds chirped the first of theirs. Up on a nearby hill a man sighed blissfully, hidden from view even from the keenest of eyes and leaning back to relax into the sturdy chest behind him.

Virgil felt a low rumble against his back and smiled, tilting his head back to look at what his designated pillow could be laughing at. Deep green eyes met a deeper blue and not for the first time he felt himself get lost in the other’s gaze. He would sooner throw himself off his own ship in a storm than admit he might be a sap but those eyes had always compromised any notion he might have had that his heart was anything other than soft. A hand came up to cup his jaw and he closed his eyes to feel the ghost of a kiss brush against his forehead. Too soon the feeling passed, replaced instead with the hand crossing over to grip his shoulder and pull him tighter into the heat that radiated off the body behind him. In the chill of the early morning he had never been more grateful to have a living space heater to call his own.

Nuzzling back as Logan rested their chin on top of his head he sighed happily, pouting slightly as another chuckle jostled his position somewhat. He brought his hand up to tap at Logan’s arm to get their attention, snapping out quick motions with his fingers when he was sure he had it.

"What’s so funny?"

“You’re too easy to rile up.” Logan answered affectionately. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to see this side of you. You give orders all day like you were born to the violence of the sea and yet cling to me like a damsel in distress when away from prying eyes. It’s cute.”

Laughing outright as their forearm was bit gently in warning they brought their other hand up to comb through Virgil’s fluffy hair, earning a content purr for their efforts which they figured meant their apologetic offer had been accepted. They leaned back against the tree again, tightening their grip to bring Virgil with them so they could gaze up at the sky. It was still dark enough to see the stars relatively clearly, the barely there threat of dawn lighting the horizon just enough to show the purple of the other’s hair. They hummed softly in triumph as they found what they were looking for, bringing their hand up to point at a cluster of stars.

“Can you see that bright star there? Slightly left of the treeline?” They waited until Virgil tapped his confirmation before continuing. “There are three more dimmer stars that sort of make a line see? And crossing them are three stars with a row of three set right on the edge making a curve shape. Altogether they resemble a swan.”

Virgil tapped their arm again that he understood as he relaxed completely into the secure hold. He always loved to hear Logan talk about stars- a lot of the time the only thing they were used for was navigation, old stories forgotten and rewritten to better suit a life of sailing the seas. But when Logan talked about them there were always stories attached that dated back to Roman philosophers or amazonian astrologists. Where Virgil had been trained to see calculations in the sky Logan told of great battles won and lost, of Great Hunts led by archers on elk and bears doomed to wander the void for eternity- all told with the deep rumbling voice he had grown accustomed to falling asleep to when the night allowed it.

“It’s called Cygnus.” That voice called Virgil’s attention back from his wandering thoughts. “It’s Greek history is quite dreary, as the stories of their gods tend to be. But it’s relevance in Hinduism is quite lovely. It correlates with Brahmamuhurtha which translates to ‘a moment in the universe’. Between 4:24 and 5;12 in the morning is supposed to be a favorable time to do anything important or get a running start to the day. It’s a much better story to whatever family drama the Greek Gods had to earn them a constellation.”

Virgil snorted at the last bit; even if Logan knew almost everything there was to know when it came to Greek, Roman and Norse mythology they held a particular disdain for the dramatic and hyperbolized tragedy that made up the majority of the former’s myths and legends. Often if he needed a distraction from something Virgil would start them up on a rant about who should have talked to who about this certain subject so that this group of people wasn’t doomed to be cursed because of those people’s actions. Once Virgil had left the room to do a small task in the next one over, surprisingly unnoticed by Logan who had continued pacing and ranting like he had never left, voice carrying clearly through the walls all while ripping Zeus a new one for not being able to quote “Just keep it in his pants.”

Deciding the air was much too peaceful to start up another one of those discussions he instead raised his hands so Logan could see them, black nail polish glinting in the first rays of dawn as he signed. “What would you be doing right now, with your moment in the universe? Would you be back home waking up at dawn to feed the cows instead of leading a life of crime?”

Smiling, Logan shook their head. They hadn't thought when they were a teenager that someday they'd be sailing around on a pirates’ ship with one of most ruthless (as far as rumors went) crews in all the seas. They’d been trying to swipe Virgil’s coinpurse, not knowing who he was at the time, and had of course been caught before the bag had even left the pirate’s belt. The moment their skin had touched however, a thousand and one lives had flashed in an instant, leaving them blinking in astonishment into green eyes that glimmered with reserved mischief and buried kindness.

Prayers they hadn’t even known they had had been answered that day as an anonymous envelope containing the money their family had needed was found on their doorstep along with hidden coordinates along the edge that was thankfully overlooked by their mother. They missed her some days but their life had taken a better turn when they had turned up on the boat at the crack of dawn, hauling themself over the railing and waving the envelope at the person who had their face pinned to the deck with their sword before they could breathe a word. Home? That was with Virgil. Looking down at the man still curled comfortably in their lap worrying at his bottom lip they expressed as much in earnest.

“I’d be right here, doing exactly as I am right now. You are my moment always, and there’s nowhere else in the universe that I’d rather be.”

Tracing lines in the freckles on their cheeks, Logan felt Virgil spell out “sap” on their cheekbones, making them grin and lean over to cup the other’s cheeks in their own hands.

“All the lines between the stars- they all trace back to you my love.”

The hill obscured the kiss shared between them from any eyes that may have wandered in their direction, allowing only the stars to bear witness to their moment in the universe.

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starfall-spirit · 2 years ago

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The Siren's Song

Summary: See Siren's Song Masterlist

Chapter II: Washed Up

Rhys

The harbor didn’t get many newcomers. Despite their souvenir booths, they weren’t the place to find the pretty buildings and history lessons. Aside from their previous bloody conflict with the sirens, there wasn’t much to Hewn Harbor’s past. They were pirates, fishermen, and known families claiming the housing around the port.

The business and trade was a matter of what their fathers’ fathers had put together. He knew the citizens, he knew the traders, and and he hadn’t once seen the young woman the sailors were cornering before today. And that made her interesting. Suspicious, of course, especially considering the obviously fake name. But interesting.

“What’s that look for?” his brother asked the second Rhys entered their shared home.

“Not that I’ve heard of,” Az said, looking over at Cassian for a response. “I can dig,” he continued. “If you think she’s trouble.”

“Trouble, not yet. Just interesting to find out here.” Accepting the bourbon Cassian offered, I sank into a chair, scanning the rest of the house. “Mor and Amren?”

“Mor is upstairs,” Azriel said. “Amren hurried out a few moments ago. You know how she is about making her own little nest when we’re docked.”

“Indeed,” Rhys murmured, stretching one leg to help the twinge in the knee he'd injured flying overboard as a boy of eleven. The hard metal and wood of the fractured ship his father ordered ruined had made for a hard landing and miserable recovery. Every rising storm stirred that memory. “Whose turn to cook?” They exchanged a look, then turned back to Rhys. We all hated that particular duty. No volunteers to take his turn, then. And Mor and Amren were hopeless beyond boiling water. “Fine.”

“How long are we staying docked, Rhys?”

He shrugged at Cassian’s question. Though we had no breathing family left, most of the crew did. “Another day or two. We’ve already been here for over a week.” Home turf or not, Rhys never liked staying docked long. His soul ached for the sea and stars. “Don’t promise your conquests anything.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.”

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He didn’t know what it was about the storm that brought him out, despite that bad knee. Maybe it was the natural call of the waves he was raised on. Maybe it was something else. But the pull was stronger than ever tonight. He walked beyond the port, letting cool, damp sand sink between his toes as he watched high tide roll in.

But tonight, though the beach was silent, it wasn’t empty. Not with an unconscious woman sprawled at the edge of the shore, her face dangerously close to the evening tide rising and falling.

Stepping closer…

It was the woman he'd met this afternoon, spending all night wondering about. Like she had some magic to command his endless attention. And as he tugged her suspiciously dry skirt down to cover her exposed legs, he found that might just be the case. Her skin was still damp, leaving a patchwork of navy sand-crusted scales over her thighs, shins, and calves.

She was a siren.

And she was a long way from Adriata.

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rudysrings · 5 years ago

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Twin Pogues of the OBX - 1

A/N + Summary: SO I’m currently obsessed with the Outer Banks right now, and I had no idea that there was so much hype about it until I hit tumblr after watching the show. It kind of got me back into writing for a bit so I thought I would go ahead and publish something that’s been sitting in my drafts. It’s essentially a fanfic that goes through the entire show from the perspective of the reader, who is John B’s twin sister. Let me know if it piques anyone’s interest, because I don’t want to keep pushing out something that people hate lol.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, slowburn

Word count: 3056

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You didn’t want to admit it, but you were tired of listening to the waves. It made you sick to your stomach. It didn’t help that the Chateau was so close to the water that it was all you could hear at night. The waves crashing on the shore. The waves colliding with each other. The waves fighting to topple boats that made the mistake of trying to take on a storm too big for them.

You listened for your father in every wave. You hoped you’d at least hear the ghost of your father.

Unlike John B, you had no hope that your father was alive. At first, you didn’t bother voicing that thought, but as time went on, and John B continued to have delusions, you started getting more and more vocal about your opinion. Your dad was dead. Period.

And it was time that John B accepted that, too.

The two of you may have been twins, but you were as different as two people could get. John B was, for the most part, quiet, reserved and mild. You, on the other hand, had a fuse shorter than the short end of the stick you had pulled. You were hot headed and often misjudged situations too quickly. John B was the calm before your storm. You preferred to call yourself passionate. You smoked, John B did not. You slept around with far too many tourons. John B did not. John B was a dense motherfucker. You could read the room the moment you walked in. The only thing that really bonded the two of you was your love for surfing, your love for the pogues and your love for your dad.

Now that one of those things had died, or simply “vanished,” as John B would say, all that was keeping your two member family together were the pogues and surfing.

The last few months had been hell, and all you wanted this summer, was to have a good time, all the time.

Speaking of which, you and the pogues had decided to break in the summer with a little rule-breaking. Kiara wanted to check out one of Gary’s new beach-house developments, which was being built right over a turtle habitat. You all shrugged at the suggestion and agreed.

You threw a can of beer up, JJ catching it instantly, wrinkling his nose when he looked at the label. “This is the shit stuff, Y/N,” he complained.

You rolled your eyes. “Next time I’ll boot-leg champagne for ya, sweetheart,” you drawled.

JJ winked. “That’s more like it.”

Rolling your eyes, you tossed two beers to Pope, which he promptly dropped and bent down to grab, dusting himself off, embarrassed.

You rolled your eyes, watching as he threw one to John B, who was far too drunk to hold onto it, dropping it on the deck of the house, causing it to burst.

Before you could comment on Kie’s overly concerned “Please don’t kill yourself,” to John B, you heard voices yelling “Hey! What are you kids doing up there?!”

“Shit,” You said, looking for your hat.

“I second that shit,” said Pope nervously.

John B swiftly made his way down, grabbing Kie’s hand and leading them out, Pope on their heels.

“Guys, have you seen my-”

Suddenly, you felt something slip over your head, and you smiled up at JJ, who patted the top of your head and pushed you down the stairs and out of the house, all five of you laughing as Gary and his men chased after you.

As John B jumped the fence, he held his hand out to help Kie over, doing the same for you once she made it. You rolled your eyes, slapping his hand away and smoothly making it over yourself.

Pope, as expected, fell over onto the ground as he jumped, JJ shoving him further jokingly. You glared at the boy, and he held his hands up as you helped Pope up, pulling him by the hand into a sprint.

JJ held his hand out of John B’s beat up old van, pulling your laughing body in. Pope closed the door as John B gunned it, but you opened it again, teasing Gary, who was struggling to catch up with you guys.

You tossed him a beer, which he tried to catch, but failed as he stopped running, his hands on his knees.

JJ laughed as he too leaned out of the van, “They don’t pay you enough, bro!” He yelled to Gary.

Your hair blew in the wind, strands of it tickling JJ’s cheeks.

He spat overdramatically, coughing, “Hey, uh, Y/N? You mind not choking me with your hair?”

You simply gave him a playful punch in the gut, taking a seat in between Kie’s knees, who was sitting on the bench behind John B.

Kie took your long, wild hair in her hands, taming it into a french braid. JJ watched with a goofy smile on his face, his conversation with Pope getting too boring.

John B drove down to the docks, where you guys took out the HMS Pogue for the rest of the day. You tried to slap the book out of Kie’s hands, holding a freshly rolled blunt out for her to share with you, but she glared at you, turning back to her reading. You noticed Pope doing the same thing.

JJ grabbed the blunt from your hands, lighting it.

You leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tutting. “Didn’t realize we ran with a bunch of nerds…”

Before Kie and Pope could retort, John B turned around, releasing a pile of freshly caught fish onto the deck of the boat and you cheered. “Nice, John B. We eatin’ good, today.”

“Yeah we are. You’re cooking.”

“I’m what?”

John B smiled smugly, “I did the catching, you do the cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Fine then I’ll also do more of the eating.”

“I never agreed to that,” John B argued.

You turned to him, “And that’s because you’re a greedy, cocksucking parasite and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. We’re here to have fun, you guys,” said Kie, her hands out to the two of you.

“Man, I’d really like to go one day without you guys at each other’s goddamn throats,” Pope groaned.

“Forget the fish, there’s a party tonight. First summer party. We gotta be there,” said JJ.

“Hell yeah, I’ll take a touron dick appointment over fish and chips any day,” you put your hands on your hips, looking at the rest of the pogues.

John B rolled his eyes at your blunt words, while Pope and Kie shrugged, agreeing.

Everyone looked to John B and he sighed before saying, “Yeah, I’m down.”

You all cheered, running over and piling on top of him, laughing.

The party was one of the best you had been to yet. While Kiara got on her soapbox about plastic and the boys were looking for girls to flirt with, you were on the hunt for someone who could make your night count.

As you waited in line at the keg to fill up your cup, the guy behind you spoke up. “You look too good to be hanging around the cut.” He flirted.

Your blood boiled as you turned around to get in this guy’s face. You stopped short once you saw what a nice face it was. You weren’t shallow, just… horny. “Am I now?” You smiled slightly.

He nodded, “Oh yes, too good for North Carolina even. The likes of you belong in Hollywood, babe.”

He had neatly trimmed blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Guess you had a type, after all, you thought fleetingly.

“Wow, can I get a name, kind stranger?” You flashed your teeth.

“It’s Asher ma’am, and you are?”

You shrugged, handing your cup to the guy near the keg, who handed it back within a second, full. You put your hand on Asher’s cheek, tapping it as one would a small child, “Oh, sweetheart, you gotta earn that.”

Asher’s eyebrows rose, walking with you down the beach. “How might I go about that?” He asked, suggestively.

You smirked. “It’s not how, honey, it’s where.”

And that was all you needed to let this guy rock your world that night.

You woke up alone the next morning in the hammock outside the Chateau, having crashed there after the party. Groaning, you rolled over until you fell on the ground, struggling to pick yourself up. John B appeared out of nowhere, helping you up.

He handed you some water, which you downed immediately, his hand on your back.

“You alright, kid?” He asked. You nodded, “Yeah, I just need a shower like yesterday,” You moaned.

John B nodded, slapping your shoulder. “Next time don’t drink so much, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you walked inside. You were heading to the bathroom when you passed John B’s bedroom. You noticed JJ, half-naked and leaning over some blonde on your brother’s bed, his forehead practically touching hers. He noticed you instantly. Some emotion flashed across his face before he glared. “Dude, come on. Get outta here,” he said and you smirked.

“Get some, JJ,” you encouraged, barely dodging the pillow he hurled at you as you shut the door.

As you walked into the bathroom, you couldn’t understand why your stomach lurched when you thought about what JJ was probably doing with that blonde in John B’s bed. You shrugged, it was probably just the alcohol.

That afternoon, you and John B had an appointment with social services, who basically confirmed that you two would be put in foster care after they confirmed that your uncle wasn’t home to look after you two tomorrow.

As John B expected, you didn’t take it well. To your credit, you kept it together in the social worker’s office, but you practically had a meltdown the moment you stepped foot outside.

“How can they just fucking take us away! What did we even do wrong? It’s not our fucking fault Uncle T decided to split! Can’t they see that we’re better off on our goddamn own, John B?!”

John B shrugged. “Not much we can do, Y/N. It’s the law.”

At that, your breaths came even faster, “But it’s not fair, John B! What if-What if they split us up?” You were almost hyperventilating now, pulling your own hair.

John B furrowed his eyebrows, pulling you into a hug. “They’re not going to do that. I’m not going to let that happen, Y/N, you hear me?”

You pushed him away from you, “We’ll see, John B.”

The two of you caught a break. Hurricane Agatha came in the same day DCS was supposed to do your assessment. Your mind immediately went to the sick waves that would be forming. You tugged on John B’s shirt, pulling him away from the TV, “Call DCS and call them to reschedule. And then grab your surfboard.” Your grin stretched across your whole face, your eyes probably wild.

John B looked confused, then concerned. “You can’t be serious. There’s a hurricane?”

“Dead serious.” You crossed your arms. “Like you can resist these waves.”

John B shrugged. “Yeah, I’m in.”

The two of you ran out to the ocean, the dark clouds and harsh winds not fazing you, Pope having bailed on you guys, claiming that these weren’t surfable waves.

As you surfed the waves, constantly getting wiped out due to their sheer size and speed, you couldn’t help the thought: Did a wave like this kill Dad?

John B tried to surf a few waves, but he lacked not only your skill, but also your tenacity. He gave up and simply watched you from his seat on his board.

When you noticed a clearly fancy boat being tossed around in the waves, you pointed it out to John B, who squinted, trying to make it out. He agreed that it was strange. Who would go out in a storm like this?

The next morning, after surveying the damage that Agatha had caused, John B suggested that you guys go fishing, given the likeliness that there would be a whole lot of fish to catch in the marsh today.

Happy to put off cleaning up for a day and high on the fact that DCS wouldn’t be able to catch a ferry down here for at least a couple of days, you agreed.

After practically kidnapping Pope from his dad and picking up Kiara, the five of you drove down to the marsh, Pope steering.

Giggling, you pulled JJ by the hand up to the bow of the HMS Pogue and handed him one of the beers that Kiara had brought. He smirked and held it up along with you as he shouted for Pope to go faster. Pope groaned. “We’ve tried this like six thousand times.”

You shook your head. “I’ve got this. It’s gonna work.”

And it did. Kind of. You and JJ were downing your beers, Kiara complaining that it was getting in your hair. You looked over at JJ from your peripheral and smiled slightly at his silly face, mouth open like a fish as he attempted to get all of the beer that was being hurled out of the bottle.

Until the boat lurched to a sudden stop, catapulting you and JJ into the air. You felt your entire body flip as you fell into the water with a loud crash, water surrounding your ears. You broke the surface immediately, blinking against the sunlight. “Fuuuck,” you groaned.

You felt JJ reach you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You good?” You nodded at him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

John B called out, “You good, Y/N? JJ?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,” JJ groaned.

You swam back to the boat, JJ right behind you. “Pope, what did you do?” You asked.

Pope looked as confused as the rest of you guys. “Sandbar. Channel changed.”

As you made it onto the boat, JJ pulled himself up, too, saying, “No shit.”

As your clothes were soaked, you slid your shorts and t-shirt off, leaving you in your teal halter bikini.

You didn’t miss how JJ’s eyes dragged up your figure, his ears turning pink when he reached your eyes and realized you noticed.

Biting your lip to keep from laughing, you turned to Pope, who had his eyes on something in the water.

“Guys...I think there’s a boat down there,” He said.

John B scoffed, “Shut up.”

Kie smiled, “No way.”

But Pope didn’t let up, “No, no, guys. I’m serious. There’s a boat down there.”

You all leaned over the side of the boat and sure enough, there was a large shadow, vague, but obviously in the shape of the hull of a boat.

“Holy shit. He’s right; let’s go!” You said, jumping into the water.

As you swam towards the shadow, you heard Pope muse, “You think there’s a dead body down there?”

You couldn’t stop your subconscious from immediately thinking Dad.

You almost threw up at the thought of stumbling across your own father’s drowned corpse.

But you knew that if that was the case, you would handle it far better than John B. You swam faster, trying to get down there before him.

The five of you made your way to the boat, your eyebrows raising against the water as you saw what kind of boat it was. This was a rich guy’s boat for sure. You recognized it as the boat from yesterday. You all took a peek inside, but couldn’t make out a body. You sighed aloud, bubbles releasing in the water.

As you guys resurfaced, you all laughed.

“That’s a Grady-White,” JJ laughed in shock, “A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy.”

You guys climbed back into the boat. John B gave you a look. “That’s the boat we saw when we surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty or something.”

Kie looked confused. “You surfed the surge.”

You smirked. “Well… I surfed the surge. John B mostly just watched.” Your brother rolled his eyes but he didn’t correct you.

JJ was getting on the boat when he heard you say that and his entire face lit up. “Yeah, that’s my girl, pogue style,” he said, giving you a high-five.

You grinned back, your stomach involuntarily tumbling at the words my girl.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. Kie noticed, shooting you a look.

You blushed, looking away.

Pope asked, “Wait, wait, do we know who’s boat that is?”

John B opened the hatch on the deck of the boat, looking for the anchor inside. “No. but we’re about to find out.”

JJ shook his head, “Dude, it’s too deep.”

“Only for the weak and feeble, JJ,” John B said.

“Well, I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just making that clear up front.”

You worried that there could still be a body down there. Your father’s body. John B couldn’t see that. Plus, something about the thought of diving felt like a challenge. You took the anchor from John B’s hands. “I’ll go,” You said.

“What the fuck, no Y/N,” said John B.

JJ grabbed your upper arm, “Yeah, not a good idea,” he said.

You shook him off lightly. “I’m doing it,” you insisted.

JJ shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t mind resuscitating you,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes, “You wouldn’t even know how.”

JJ smirked, “Yeah, but I have experience with-”

Pope interjected as you walked to the edge. “Diver down, fool,” he shook his head in slight disappointment. But then again, when was Pope not disappointed in you?”

JJ came over to you. Looking you hard in the eyes, he gave you a questioning look. You steeled your eyes. “I’m ready.”

He smirked, “You better be.” He gave you a shove on your shoulders, pushing you backwards off the bow of the boat and you could hardly hear him say “Diver down,” and John B say, “The fu-” before the water hit you, swallowing you whole as you quickly sunk with the weight of the anchor.

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winifrcd · 3 years ago

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Goodness, MISS WINIFRED DOWLING has arrived in London. SHE is 22, of the CORNWALL DOWLINGS. Though they are NEW to the Season, we can only describe them as SPIRITED and KIND, dear reader. Accompanied by HER SISTER AND BROTHER-IN-LAW, they have settled in and are accepting social calls. But be warned: they are known for their SHARP TONGUE.

Full Name: Winifred Dowling

Nicknames: Fred, Freddie, Winnie, Dove

Skeleton: The Tenderheart

Titles: Miss Winifred Dowling

Cast Position: Royalty | Nobility | Gentry

Birthdate: August 7th,1778

Birthplace: Cadgwith, Cornwall

If one would refer to her in a letter, they’d surely use the words ‘spirited young woman’ to describe Winifred. She’s truly got a mind of her own, doesn’t feel the need to mince words, makes sure her opinions are heard loud and clearly. However, she’s quite aware when to speak up and when to keep her mouth shut, for her rambling has often gotten her into trouble.

Winifred doesn’t care much for music and needlework - partly because she’s horrendous at both - but she loves to read, would very happily swear off the very thought of marriage if it meant she could attend university. Still, she’s astonishingly well educated, mostly self-taught, though only in the matters that interest her. In any case, she’s never a boring fellow to talk to.

Growing up in the Cornish countryside, right by the sea, Winifred loves the outdoors and spends a great deal of time at Cadgwith Grove. Staring at the sea, the ships coming in and out, docking at the port where her father’s fishing business is located. She’s grown to love the loud noise of the waves crashing on the shore, drowning out the chatter and ever-present noise of a six person household. It gives her space to think, be alone. Though she enjoys nature of every kind, she’s aware that promenading is surely entirely different from a long, refreshing walk on the beach.

Winifred is quite social, well, you’re bound to be somewhat of an extrovert as the youngest of four siblings, if you do not wish to drown in their shadows. And ever since all her sisters have moved out of the family home, she’s got plenty to talk about - all conversations meant for four. So be wary of her rambling!

She’s compensating for the new-found feeling of utter loneliness that has engulfed her, now that the sister closest to her in age has left the nest, too. It’s rare to catch her in a vulnerable state - but if you do, you can consider yourself lucky that she’s permitted you to see that part of her.

Dearest Elsie,

I have told you time and time again how over-joyed I am at your happy match - but now that you have moved out, now that I find myself all alone, I wonder, dearest, did you have to get married quite this soon? Could you not have delayed it by, say, some months, a year? A long engagement surely would have been just as joyful.

I do not mean to spoil your happiness, my dear sister. I woke up this morning feeling so utterly alone, oh, it is a ghastly feeling. I awaken to silence. The house is empty now, save for mama - I do not wake early enough to catch papa before he goes to work - and even our mother has fallen so oddly silent. I’m the only one left now. I knew this day would come, of course, but I still remember it as if it was yesterday when all of us played and danced and laughed in the garden. Then, one by one, you all left me - Frederica first, Camilla second, then Penelope and now you, dear Elsie, and I cannot find it within me today to feel happy for any of you for I feel so, so terribly sad.

I know it is not as if I am a burden to our parents, we have nobility in our family now, I could very well become a spinster if I so felt like it and we could still live comfortably. But I feel so terribly out of place in our home - I suppose it is your childhood home, now - and I feel I’d better leave sooner than later. I daresay it already feels like mama is getting more posessive and protective of me by the day, if I do not leave soon she might as well never permit me to leave. She has told papa she would rather have me wait another season before my debut but he insisted it be the following one. If you had married later I could’ve very well been introduced this season that is now coming to an end! You’ve made it your mission to make my life miserable, haven’t you?

In any case, papa seems....eager for me to leave but I think he simply wants to see me taken care of. I think he has picked up on how hard all your departures were on me - and I presume he knows that mama is not the best replacement for a companion, too. Especially when I’ve had three for all my life until now. I’m afraid mama will be quite controlling of me when I leave for the season, I do hope she might change her mind and stay behind, leave me with Frederica - the other day I’ve overheard her talking to her maid about how she plans to drag me to the modiste every other day, so that I have a chance to be ‘the diamond of the season’. Can you believe? I want to be in London to go to balls and attend parties, not to get my measurements taken!

You must come visit, soon! I know you plan to go on quite a lengthy honeymoon - Frederica has told me she’s sponsored your trip to the continent, lucky you! - but surely you must agree that three months abroad are an unreasonable amount of time, especially when all you do is daddle and kiss and stare into one another’s eyes or whatever it is you do on a honeymoon.

I’ve spent much time at Cadgwith Grove the past few days. Even our secret spot feels empty, now. It was made for four. I stare at the ships coming in and out every day and I think of you on your ship to the continent, about to embark on the first chapter of your undoubtedly terribly interesting life and soon you’ll have forgotten all about me. It’s all so terribly tragic.

Camilla has invited me to spend some of the off-season with her at Wolesley House in Torpoint, I think she, too, fears that I’ll either go insane or be locked up in a cabinet somewhere if I spend too much time with mama. Truthfully, I doubt we’ll host any event this off-season with the state that she’s in, so I think I’ll consider her offer. Really, I ought to take her offer or she’ll be terribly mad at me, I’ve already promised Frederica to stay at her London home the next season. Too many sisters!

I’m rambling, I know. I’m telling you all these minute details, none of this is of any interest for you, I am sure. But I have noone else to tell them to. I sometimes wonder if it is wrong to seek out a match purely to have some constant company again? I cannot stand hearing myself think. I loved being alone when you were all still here, I’d go out to the Grove, take a walk along the sea, return home to the loud, bustling noise of our home.

It is deafeningly silent now.

Still, my dearest Elsie, I wish you all the best. I think of you constantly and am truly so happy for you. Do have babies quickly, so I will have some company again.

Yours truly,

Fred.

Dark Past

In the midst of the whirlwind of Elsie’s engagement and the arduous wedding planning, nobody noticed the prolonged stares, the heated glances exchanged between Winifred and a young man she’d met and danced with - twice! - at one of Frederica’s balls. He’d introduced himself as a wealthy factory owner, a friend of Frederica’s husband apparently, and he stayed close after the ball, for ‘a bit of fresh air in the countryside’. And to court Winifred, of course, in secret. Away from prying eyes, theirs was a passionate and short-lived romance, for, on the eve before Elsie’s wedding, when they had all gathered at Frederica’s country home, they were discovered by Camilla - and Winifred scolded her greatly for interrupting for what had seemed to be a proposal! But Camilla had recognized the young man instantly, had forbidden either of them to ever speak to one another again, for he was no mere factory owner but a member of the Belgian royal family, a friend of Frederica’s husband indeed, they had attended boarding school together. To top it off, Camilla had informed Winifred that he was, in fact, betrothed to another, a Dutch princess, they had been promised to one another since birth. Winifred, utterly heartbroken, had cut all contact with him, hasn’t seen him since - though she’s also not aware of the dozens of letters he’d written her, all burned by Camilla upon arrival.

Relationships

1. Though four seperate people entirely, growing up the Dowling sisters have considered themselves one entity. Despite none of them being related by blood, all adopted by Mrs. and Mr. Dowling who couldn’t have children of their own, they are exceptionally close, were very rarely spotted without one another during their childhood. Even so that they insisted on sharing adjoining rooms well into their teenage years. They’ve stayed in contact, of couse, a sisterly bond could never be broken - but all save for Winifred have now embarked on their own journeys, ther own new adventures.

2. The worst person Winifred has ever had the displeasure to get to know is one that, unfortunately, is related to her. Her mother’s sister’s boy, an unruly young boy, perhaps the most dreadful conversationalist in the land. He truly vexes her just by existing, he cares for scarce more than himself, his fortune, his land and his title. Oh, the impertinence that men like him are granted a title, a unversity education! It makes her angry just thinking about it. She tries to avoid him at any cost.

3.Winifred carries a fondness for the written word, so it is no surprise that she’s found a kindred spirit in the poet and novelist that resides in Cadgwith, just a stone’s throw away from her home. Though her mother turns up her nose at this, Winifred makes sure to pay them a visit every other day, where they’ll discuss their latest poem, a novel or some radical idea Winifred has read about in a poem.

#theseason;introduction #here we goooo

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husbandograveyard · 4 years ago

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Hi hazel! I hope you're doing well, may i request a fem s/o of Shanks who feels invisible and is starting to get bitter because of it and Shanks comforts her? Scenario if you would. Please and thank you!

Hi Sky! :D As discussed in PM, the reader is now genderneutral <3 Im sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy!

Not weak, just loved - Shanks x Reader

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. 1.5k words. Fluffy comfort fic.

All the men on the Red Force were exceptionally talented. Years of experience, sailing all the seas, winning and losing battles, mostly winning though.... everything had contributed to the strength and confidence they now had. And it was necessary, after all, the crew of a Yonko cannot possibly be weak, especially not with such a small crew compared to the others.

And yet. You were not as strong as the men on the ship. You were the only one who had only been there for a little while, not as a pirate initially, but as their captain’s partner of a few years. You were not weak, Shanks wouldn’t have let you sail with him if you were for your own safety. You could hold your own against most of the average pirates and other annoyances you ran into, which weren’t that many anymore, at this point most people knew who you were and knew better than to just attack part of a yonko’s crew without a solid plan, but compared to the others? You were nothing. At least that was what it felt like.

Whenever the crew was training, you felt left out. There was nothing you could do really, unless they went really easy on you, but you could tell that they'd want to go all out sometimes, preferring to spar with crewmates they knew they wouldn't hurt in case something went wrong. You were "too frail" for that. It was often the main subject of their jokes, and you always laughed along with them, trying to hide just how much that actually hurt.

Whenever they were sitting around a fire on an island, telling each other stories and reminiscing about islands visited years ago, you couldn't step in or add to the stories, your voice noticeably more quiet and soft amongst their deep and raucous voices. On top of that, you had only joined the crew a few years ago, and most of these stories were just that for you, stories. For you, they were not memories, but just stories that got wilder every time you heard them.

It just all piled on. Negative after negative after negative. There were so many occasions where you felt weak, useless, a burden. And before you know those words were just on repeat in the back of your mind. You weren’t expected to help around too much on the ship, but you tried wherever you could, just so you could pass the time whenever Shanks was busy doing all his captain things, and you were usually sent away with some laughter and a comment that help was not needed. The crew did not mean this in any malicious way, just wanted to make sure you could relax and not overwork lest they had to hear the captain complain about them shoving work onto his love and tiring them out before he could do so, but to you, it just felt like them sneering at you for not being useful and you just felt yourself become more and more bitter every single time it happened.

Today you were finally docking on a new island after a few long weeks at sea. You were supposed to be excited about land underneath your feet, and new fresh food, but you could hardly find any enthusiasm to bring up. It would be the same as always. Supply shopping, maybe a little date with Shanks, which would be the highlight of your day, and then they would go to a bar, drink the place dry, get some more booze, and party on the beach until the sun came up again. Then the next day rinse and repeat until the ship was all stocked up and the log pose reset, and you and the crew would move onto the next island. You were not feeling up to it at all. You just knew that you would not be allowed to help load things onto the ship cause they were too heavy. You knew more stories would come that would never include you. And you were just not feeling up to that at all.

So when you heard the familiar sounds of everyone running around, getting the ship ready to dock, you stayed in the bedroom you shared with Shanks instead of going out and watching the land get closer as you usually would do. Sitting on the bed, staring into the nothingness, your angry thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. It indicated that there was someone that had noticed your absence, but you ignored it, pretty sure that no one would really miss you anyway.

The door opened, and in walked your red-haired boyfriend. You were surprised that he had even knocked on his own door, but you appreciated the gesture, certainly done to make you feel comfortable and like your privacy was respected. You couldn’t bear looking at him when he asked the question you knew was inevitably going to come up.

“Is there something wrong?”

You shrugged. The answer was yes, but you couldn’t exactly say something about it. You didn’t want to cause tension the moment you were arriving on an island. He walked over slowly, sitting next to you and placing his hand on your thigh.

“What’s up then?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t want to talk about it”. He leaned forward a bit, trying to make eye contact, but you turned your face away. “Please Shanks, just go with the crew, leave me here for a bit.”

He frowned. You didn’t sound extremely upset or sad. More empty and angry, and he did not want to leave you behind in such a state.

“You don’t want to come with us? This seems like a fun village, and I heard the local liquors are unlike anything we’ve tasted before.” When his soft smile and enthusiasm didn’t even manage to make you turn your head, he got really worried. Did he do something wrong?

“No, I don’t want to come with you. I don’t want to sit around the campfire and get confronted with how helpless and unnecessary I am around here. How I am never part of the grand story because I am weak,” you took a sharp breath in, Shanks mouth falling open in a surprised o-shape, and now that you had finally started pouring out your feelings, you felt yourself unable to stop.

“You know? Maybe I should get off on this island and just stay here cause apparently I am nothing but a dead weight on this ship. I am grateful for the adventures I had but apparently I was never significant enough to even mention in the wild drunken sto-”

“Y/n stop.”

His voice was stern, his expression serious. You finally looked at him and saw the usual mischievous twinkle in his eyes was nowhere to be seen either. It made you feel uneasy in some way.

“You’re not weak. You’re not dead weight. You’re not useless. Don’t…” he frowned, grasping one of your hands in his, “don’t say such things about yourself. If you were weak, you’d never be allowed on this ship. If you weren’t loved, no one here would put up with you and look out for you. If you were such a nuisance… I’d never had noticed you. And yet here we are. You are loved,” he kissed your forehead, “you are wanted,” he kissed your left cheek, “you are needed, not a nuisance,” he kissed your right cheek, “and I love you with all I have,” he kissed you on the lips.

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, it was becoming increasingly hard to keep your angry expression, and he didn’t stop talking. He started summing up moments where you would throw a weapon to one of the crewmates after they’d lost theirs, how you patched people up in the middle of a chaotic battlefield, how your tactics had helped the crew greatly, and countless of stories of how you had made him happy, smile, laugh, filled his days with joy. Before he was done talking, there were some tears silently streaming down your face, he rubbed them away, not even mentioning your teary eyes, still keeping that same, serious, focussed expression on. Although a new emotion had set in the twinkle of his eyes: love.

“Are you coming with~? Maybe tonight we should dedicate all stories to you?”

Your eyes widened and you started to stutter. “N-no...No, I am fine without all that extra drunken attention.”

“As long as you’ll accept my drunken attention I won’t bother you”

You smacked his arm painfully, noticing how your whole body seemed more relaxed now that you were no longer carrying most of those dark thoughts with you. Of course, there would undoubtedly be more moments where you felt unfit or inadequate but as you grabbed Shanks’ hand and followed him out on deck, you realized that there was always the one to make you feel better. You’d hold onto that thought. It’d work way better for your mood too.

#Shanks x reader #shanks/reader #shanks x you #shanks/you #one piece fanfiction #one piece #one piece reader insert #sky-draws #request #reader insert

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ratanslily · 4 years ago

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Why not me?

book: mtfl

ft: Ava Lawrence, Mason Jennings, Noah Harris

a/n: sooo... i was thinking of writing a little something for the lis being ghosted because ANGST. so here it is i guess?? Been in an off mood today so i may not be good but lemme pour it out anyway-

tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

••••

AVA'S POV:

i heard there's a fireworks display tonight... wanna watch it from my dad's boat? drop by 7 pm.

[no response]

she must be surprising me, for emma never ignores my texts, right?

tonight im gonna ask her out to prom and hope she chooses me over the others, for not only the prom but her entire life. I pulled out my sketchbook and started designing a flower crown to gift her when we'd go to prom together. As i sat on the dock waiting for her, I couldn't help but admire other couples in nearby boats holding hands and gazing at each other with promise in their eyes. I happily sighed, hoping that one day it would be me and her.

I'd crown her with flowers, as a token of my love for her, for she is my Queen.

We'd dance together at the prom, hold hands and I'd be the happiest girl in this whole world.

for she would be mine and I, hers.

I could almost imagine the joy in her eyes seeing fireworks spelling "PROM?" with hues of orange and pink as per the bisexual and lesbian flags

Minutes trickled by and still there was no sign of her.

She'll come, im sure of it, I assured myself.

the clock struck 7 and as the sky was painted in vibrant shades of pink and orange, realisation dawned upon me,

she chose one of the boys.

fireworks danced in the sky above me as i sat, hugging my knees and feeling like the loneliest person in the whole damn world.

a couple looked up at the sky, and exclaimed, "Ah, whoever put this promposal fireworks up, must've gotten a yes for an answer"

but boy, were they wrong.

she chose someone else, for sure, but..why not me?

•••••

MASON'S POV

wanna meet me at the airport? i have a flight planned and id love to take you up

[no response]

---

hey, hey it's okay. she must've seen your text and must be on her way, i told myself.

Today, i was nervous. Nervous because i was gonna pour my heart out for her. nervous because I was gonna ask Emma Price, that woman i knew and loved from my childhood days, out for prom. Maybe she'd say no? Maybe she'd say yes? Maybe we, of all people, would get our very own fairytale ending? or maybe this could end in a disaster?

my thoughts were distracted by my phone ringing and I picked it up as quick as i could, expecting emma on the other side but it was chad.

"Hey, we're all set and in position, get your girl, bro!"

I smiled, knowing that Emma would for sure love a promposal with a view of the JV standing to spell "PROM?" when she's high up in the clouds by my side.

Hours passed by, and the sky turned from bright blue to a mix of blue and orange, signifying the incoming sunset.

Everyone hustled by, eager to reach their destinations. Everyone, except me.

For my destination.. never arrived.

I sank to the ground, letting my tears flow freely.

why emma? why not me?

•••••

NOAH'S POV

hey, can you meet me at the beach around sunset? there's... something special i wanna show you

[no response]

I got off my bike and glanced around the beach. I had so many memories here, which made it the perfect spot to organise my promposal for the most special girl in the world, Emma.

Emma was the one who had my back when no one did. She welcomed me into her world with open arms and treated me like a normal person, not someone who just returned from juvie. She smiled at me and make me feel at ease when people gave me the side eye. the more i spent time with her, the more i realised that she was the one i was looking for.

I wanted her to accept me. not only as a prom date but as her partner for life. if she allowed me, that is.

i made preparations to set up fire in the shape of PROM? enclosed in a heart. To show the risks i was willing to take for her, even if those risks were a bit dangerous. lighting the fire, i leaned by my bike, looking out as the ocean basked in shades of orange as the sun dipped low.

at any moment now, emma would pop from behind and cover my face with her hands to surprise me, but i would always know it was her.

minute by minute, my anxiety grew as i watched the orange in the sky fade away to dark blue as the waves crashed along the shore.

I looked back, expecting to see Emma, but instead saw the fire i set extinguishing out.

maybe our love burned out with the fire too.

i always thought highly of the beach since my family got along well here, so i believed nothing could go wrong. but as i watched the fire die out,

i knew i was wrong.

I know I didn't own her or anything.. but why not me?

#playchoices #my two first loves #t fic tag #ava lawrence #mason jennings #noah harris #choices mtfl #choices fic writers creations #i dont even care about attenion i just wrote this to feel something 😳even if its pain

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