#look this Drabble exists should it go on AO3?

[capriciouslyterminal]

(chanting) SHE WANTS TO FLY SHE WANTS TO FLY SHE WANTS-

Okay so everybody needs to understand that @fastcardotmp3 changed my whole life by turning me into a Spider-Eddie truther and I have proceeded to think about it EVERY DAY of my MISERABLE LIFE and have proceeded to yell at them about it every day while also writing a drabble about Eddie and Chrissy. Here is that.

“It’s simple,” Chrissy says with a snap of gum as she blows a little green bubble (impressive for spearmint chewing gum but small potatoes compared to what she can do with an honest to God hunk of cheap bubblegum) to bite down on. She does this incessantly when she’s excited, and since she offered him a stick from her cupholder when she picked him up he knew he’d be listening to those snaps all night.

“But..it’s not though,” Eddie says as seriously as he can manage with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Like he wasn’t about to fold like a house of cards when she looked at him in that way she did. Like he could keep his stupid lapdog of a heart from leaping out of his chest to deposit whatever Chrissy Cunningham wanted at her daintily white-sneakered feet.

Eddie’s never had a pair of shoes that pristine even when they come fresh out of the box, and yet Chrissy Cunningham still manages to look mint condition even though they both hoofed it up the same hill from her car on the same blistery Hawkins evening. Her hair’s windswept but not messy, her face red at the cheeks and only on the tips of her ears like she was hand-painted.

Even under the most unflattering light, the flickering wash-out of gym fluorescents, Chrissy Cunningham makes life work for her in a way that Eddie is only now starting to get. Like she grabbed life sweetly by the hand and was already squeezing its palm before it could realize she wasn’t gonna let go until she was through. She was persistent, doggedly and gently so, and Eddie was the newest in a long line of people to get caught up in her wake.

And once she gets an idea in her head…well it can be impossible to shake it. Even when somebody like Eddie says, “how would we even get in the gym?” like he couldn’t scale a wall or delicately shove a window out of a wall. Like he was trying to pull hurdles up that she only sailed over. Chrissy claimed that once this year was over she was hanging up the pom-poms and going out for track.

But being a cheerleader has perks, apparently (aside from the skirts and the flexibility training).

Chrissy, as captain of the Hawkins Tigrettes, has a key and knows the alarm codes to get in the gym after hours. Eddie’s little inner vandal, who hasn’t gotten to play much as of late with his current roster of after school activities, positively drools at the thought of finally having a friend who could just let him into places. 

The sheer amount of shenanigans he could have once gotten away with, the unlimited potential that had lurked right under his nose, was staggering. Apparently while the rest of them have been sleeping off their youths the Hawkins Tigrettes regularly put in night practices (especially when cheer sectionals slowly creep towards them) and Chrissy Cunningham was the night-owl to end all night-owls. Apparently she’d done this with enough normalcy that she could swear up and down (“Scout’s honor,” with three fingers held up from her heart and eyes like the snap of wind against a flag) that nobody would pat an eye at the blip at the alarm company even though sectionals are like half a year away. And sure enough, the alarm was off. The lights were on. Eddie had single-handedly unrolled a blue cheer mat where Chrissy pointed, and yet none of it feels real.

It’s a kind of scenario he can imagine telling himself as a joke. Imagines an Eddie Munson from two years ago hearing about and swearing off of recreational substances because even he’d question what he was smoking to dream this up.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. So you’re a genetically hybridized freak and a former Snowflake Queen invites you to the gym at the asscrack of dawn with the intention of you joining the cheer squad. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Seriously stop me, this is fucking nuts.

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟴: 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: if lando achieved a podium at silverstone, you promised you’d give him anything he wants. he thinks about it the whole race weekend, and when the two of you are celebrating his second-place finish, he tells you that he wants to take care of you. you’re disbelieving–he takes care of you every waking hour. lando, on the other hand, said that with his chest. and he’ll prove it to you. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻���𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. not beta read. service top lando. shy/self-conscious!reader. mention of multiple orgasms. mention of vaginal sex. face-riding/sitting. lando is a munch & simp. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴:  lando norris x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: drabble. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: lotus flower bomb • wale ft. miguel

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: different type of smut? idk testing out the vibes with this one—yes, this man has one goal this fic and it’s all about you. which i guess is why it edges more into general worship? and not exclusively pussy worship. made myself mad writing this because no man like this exists, me thinks. have fun shawty mamas :)

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lando pulls your body completely against his, chest to chest as you straddle his lap. he tenderly holds the nape of your neck, using his large hand to coax your head backwards. he leans forward to kiss you but pauses at the last second, and smiles at your body language. as soon as his hand gently tangled into your hair, your eyes fluttered shut and your lips pursed in anticipation for a kiss. instead of pressing your lips together like expected, lando kisses you softly on the forehead. you open your eyes halfway in question, and lando beats you to speaking.

“let me,” lando murmurs, his warm eyes gazing at you lovingly, “you said you’d give me anything i want—so, let me take it.”

he watches the astonished look in your eyes fade into a bashful avoidance of eye contact. he pets at your scalp gently, charmed at how you still shy away when you deem his devotion too intense. lando doesn’t understand why you don’t believe that he actually wants to take care of you, why he wants to love you thoroughly. his brain sings in satisfaction every time he makes you satisfied. you’re his soulmate; you’ve become each other’s rock, he’s not sure if he’d manage to withstand the extreme pressure of his life without you. so, of course when you offer yourself to him in exchange for his home race podium finish, he’s going to take advantage of that—and provide you with pleasure, solely. 

lando allows you to hide, but continues to press sweet kisses around your face. he drags his lips from your forehead, to your cheeks, to your brow bone, to your eyelids, to your nose, reveling in the heat that rises to your brown skin at his attention. he kisses you properly when he feels the tension coiled within your muscles dissipate. the slick sound of your lips meeting rings in the brit’s ears, and he moans into your mouth when he feels your manicured nails dig into his shoulders. lando captures your bottom lip between his teeth and nips teasingly; he wants your lips even plumper than they already are, he wants them to swell from his passionate onslaught. when his tongue sneaks past the seam of your lips as they part around a moan, his kisses deepen. his free hand cups your ass and drags you closer to him—there should be no space between your bodies. he’s become lost under the weight of his own kisses and swallows down every keening moan, whimper, and whine that you breathe into his mouth. he wouldn’t mind if this is as far as he took it tonight, sharing kisses like these quiets his urge to move along. you, however, care little for lando’s content; you begin to circle your hips down onto him in tight, almost unnoticeable grinds. he breaks the kiss to sigh shakily, and fulfills the question he knows you’re not going to vocalize.

“pretty girl,” lando hums at the sight of your already disheveled appearance, you look fucked out. “hmm, you want more, love? yeah, you do—c’mere and ride my face, pretty.” lando chuckles at the way you freeze at his request, and how you choke on your own breath. you’ve been bare on top of him the whole time and unconsciously started searching for more friction from his boxer-clad erection, and you clam up at the idea of grinding on his tongue—like he’s never eaten you out before.

lando doesn’t allow you any time to protest and shrugs off the shirt he’s wearing, tossing it to some random spot on the floor. he relaxes back, lying flat and rests both of his hands on your hips. he watches how your pupils blow, irises shrinking away at your arousal—he’s not going to interrupt you, and gives you ample time to bask in the sight of his toned torso. a handful of seconds pass before your eyes flick upwards to meet his own, and he sees how you automatically hide away from his stare. there’s no need to attempt to hide from him, he knows your intricacies forward and back. lando dismisses your behavior, and bodily lifts you to hover over his mouth. 

he pretends to miss your scandalized cry of his name at the sudden manhandling, and sucks marks into your inner thigh, slowly moving closer and closer to your core. lando presses a final kiss where your navel meets your cunt, and pauses to stare up at you, waiting for your permission. for the first time tonight, you hold eye-contact with him and softly whisper for him to continue, and lando smiles tenderly at the first hint of confidence that leaks into your tone.

building a strong neck is good for his day job, but lando especially appreciates his strengthened neck for this activity alone—he can feast on you without a single complaint concerning cramping or exhaustion. he messily brandishes his tongue through your lips, his moan of delight at your taste vibrating through your most sensitive area. his tongue forms tight circles and flicks against your clit, and he pauses randomly to slurp lewdly against your entrance to make sure he’s not missing any of your essence. lando whimpers depravedly when he feels your hips start to press down on his mouth, rocking against his tongue to direct him where you want—and his eyes flutter shut in pleasure. 

lando will make you come once like this and the resulting dopamine spike will cause your shyness to evaporate. you’ll start riding his face like he wants you to, leading to another orgasm. his goatee will be soaked with your arousal and lando will not care. then, he’ll make you cum once more from his fingers alone—you’ve always had a thing for his hands—and depending on how sensitive you are, lando might make you spray your release all over the fresh bed sheets. he’ll allow himself to fuck you slowly to another orgasm, that coasts over your body smoothly. and when he deems that he’s satisfied his desire of taking care of you, he’s going to paint your thighs white with his release. of course, his pleasure comes second to yours. he has the whole night to worship you, and he doesn’t see his devotion for you faltering any time soon.

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© httpsserene 2023

[summer-of-bad-batch]

SUMMER OF BAD BATCH 2024 HAS COME TO AN END…TUNE IN NEXT YEAR FOR SUMMER OF BAD BATCH 2025!!

2024 Participants, Completionists & Overachievers!

SUMMER OF BAD BATCH 2024: POST CREDITS (Ao3 Collection)

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Prompt List

***Fill prompts all summer! No deadlines! See below cut for more details 😎***

200 Followers Celebration Bonus Prompt:

Bonus Alternate Prompt: "Can you braid my hair?"

300 Followers Celebration Bonus Prompt:

Bonus Alternate Prompt: Light in the Darkness

Week 1

Main Prompt: Water Gun Fight

Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.”

Week 2

Main Prompt: Injured

Alt. Prompt: Comfort Zone

Week 3

Main Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.”

Alt. Prompt: “Forget I asked.”

Week 4

Main Prompt: Cadets

Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Week 5

Main Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Alt. Prompt: “Need a hand?”

Week 6

Main Prompt: Battle Scars

Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!”

Week 7

Main Prompt: “Don’t avoid the question.”

Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut

Week 8

Main Prompt: Swimming Lessons

Alt. Prompt: Lula

Week of 9

Main Prompt: “Hold still.”

Alt. Prompt: Stargazing

Week 10

Main Prompt: Hugs

Alt. Prompt: “Just when were you planning on telling us that?”

Week 11

Main Prompt: “I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Alt. Prompt: “Yeah, kid, we’re fine.”

Week 12

Main Prompt: Nightmares

Alt. Prompt: Radio Silence

Week 13

Main Prompt: “Stop touching me!” // “I’m not touching you!”

Alt. Prompt: Crashing Hard

🥳🥳That’s the end of the Summer of Bad Batch 2024 prompt list…feel free to use all prompts and tags forever and ever🥳🥳

You can find the Ao3 collection HERE!

And I know that sometimes, it can be a pain to figure out how to add to collections (please tell me I'm not the ONLY one who has struggled with this 😭), so here's a step by step!

STEP ONE: Post a New Work OR Edit an existing work.

STEP TWO: Under the Associations category, you’ll see “Post to Collections / Challenges”

STEP THREE: Type summerofbadbatch2024 (no spaces)

STEP FOUR: This is where it gets tricky...the collection may or may not auto populate. If it doesn't, that's okay. Just leave summerofbadbatch2024 in there as is, and save the post (you can even save it as a draft and see if it worked!) It should add it to the collection even if it didn't auto populate 🤓

Q: What is Summer of Bad Batch??

A: Summer of Bad Batch is a laidback, summer prompt challenge from June 1st-August 31st. Every Sunday (12am CST), a prompt and alternative prompt will be released to inspire creativity in the Star Wars: The Bad Batch fandom! By filling prompts by August 31st, you can qualify as a:

Participant (completed 1-12 prompts)

Completionist (completed 13+ prompts)

Overachiever (completed 13 main prompts + the 13 alternative prompts)

At the end of the challenge, there will be a form for participants to fill out to let me know what category of completion they fall into. A post will be made for each category giving a shoutout and (if you’d like) a link to your Master List of completed prompt fills.

Q: What can I do to fill a prompt?

A: Anything you want! Fanfic, fan art, drabbles, doodles, cartoons, poetry...the possibilities are endless! The only real criteria is that it has to be based on Star Wars: The Bad Batch.

Q: Will you reblog prompt fills?

A: Yes! However, since I am keeping this blog PG, I will only reblog prompt fills that fit within that criteria. Basically, if it could be in the literal show itself, it could be reblogged here ☺️

(That said, I won’t reblog any clone x clone content simply because it is one of my main squicks 😅)

Also, make sure you tag your prompt fills! That's the only way I'll be able to find them in the wide world of Tumblr! So, tag your prompt fills with #summerofbadbatch2024 so I (and anyone else who is looking for Summer of Bad Batch goodness!) can find your posts!

(And everything is welcome on the Ao3 Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Collection — so make sure to add to it if you’re on Ao3!)

Q: When will prompts be released?

A: Every Sunday (with the exception of Week 1, which will have a special release date of Saturday, June 1st) at 12am CST.

Q: What if I don’t understand a prompt?

A: Send me a message or an ask! I’d be happy to help!

Q: What if I don’t like the weekly prompt?

A: Every week will have an alternate prompt available! And alternate prompts can be swapped out for any main prompt, regardless of which week!

Q: Where can I post my prompt fills?

A: Anywhere you'd like! Personally, I'm only on Ao3 and Tumblr...but I know that this fandom is literally all over the internet, so wherever you feel comfortable posting, do it!!

Q: What if I don't finish filling the prompt within the week?

A: One of my favorite parts of this prompt challenge is that there are no deadlines! If you want to be a Completionist or an Overachiever, you just have to have the prompts complete by August 31st!

Finished week 2 during week 5? Great!

Finished weeks 1-13 during week 13?? 😅 That works!

Q: Do I have to post/publish my prompt fills to be considered a participant/completionist/overachiever?

A: Nope! I know not to everyone feels comfortable sharing their work, and that’s totally fine!

You don’t have to post/publish a single thing to qualify. At the end of the challenge, I’ll link a form for anyone who participated to fill out. This is all based on the honor system…so if you say you completed “such and such”…I’ll take your word for it 😊 If you want, you can still be given a shout out for whatever level of participation you said you completed. Just let me know!

Q: Can I combine prompts?

A: Yes! Mash up those prompts and make a custom, super prompt if your heart so desires!

Q: But can I combine prompts with other challenges?

A: Absolutely! If the other challenge allows it, feel free to combine Summer of Bad Batch as you see fit ✨

Q: Can I apply prompts to works I've already completed/posted?

A: Prompts should not be applied to already completed works.

But if you have a WIP that's been gathering dust that would fit the occasion, that would be fine!

Have a story that you're adding chapters to? You can apply prompts to new chapters! That's fine too!

Q: Will there be a complete prompt list available?

A: Not until after the event, since prompts will be posted weekly 😘

Q: Can I use the prompts even after the event has ended?

A: Absolutely!

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[arcane-vagabond]

Fool's Fare: Chapter One

Fool's Fare: Chapter One

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol, Jake Seresin, suggestive language, fear of abandonment. I think that's it?

Word Count: 2.87k

A/N: Wasn't sure I was going to post again tonight, but here we are! Not sure I'm going to post a fic update tomorrow, but I might work on some drabbles and post some of the asks sitting in my inbox. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated. 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under arcane_vagabond!

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The cool, night breeze twisted its way through the door of the crowded pub as a group of patrons exited, offering the briefest relief to your clammy skin as you busied yourself behind the bar. Patrons crowded around the various tables, some laughing in the open while others crowded in the dark shadows of the corners. Your regulars were easy to spot, most of them fishermen. Their carefree attitudes set them apart from the strangers passing through who kept themselves closed off and guarded in an unfamiliar places.

“Y/n!” Called Tom, one of your regulars. He had been a good friend to your father, having known him from his early fishing days. Tom had done well for himself, having been able to put enough money away to buy his own ship - the Iceman. “How’s about another ale!”

“Coming, Captain!” you hollered over at him jovially, already moving to grab a fresh glass. You had always liked the old captain, and had considered him to be a part of your family growing up. When your parents had died, he had seen to it personally that you were taken care of and that Bradley was able to secure steady work on the various shipping vessels that docked on your shores. “Where’s Rooster?”

“Should be coming along soon, I suspect,” Tom smiled warmly. Bradley had been picking up different odd jobs as of late, his latest one being aboard the Iceman loading and unloading cargo. He had been dodging your questions about it as of late, and you had started to wonder if he was up to something.

“He’s going to work himself into an early grave,” you grumbled, sliding the glass of ale down to the captain who caught it easily. “He won’t even tell me what he’s doing all of these jobs for.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” mused Tom, lifting the glass up to his lips to take a swig. “He probably doesn’t want you to worry.”

“He’s worrying me by not saying anything,” you countered, leaning against the bar. At that moment, the pub door swung open, and an exhausted looking Bradley stumbled through. You rounded the bar to help him sit down as he staggered onto a stool. “Bradley, for heaven’s sake!”

“Think you can get me an ale, Guppy?” he asked, rubbing at the bags under his eyes. The tips of his ears and nose were seared pink from hours spent in the intense sun, and you frowned at him.

“What you need is sleep,” you countered, but Bradley shook his head, fixing you with tired, pleading eyes.

“Please?” he asked again, softer this time. You sighed, moving back behind the bar and pouring him a draft before sliding it over to him. He grabbed it, raising it up in a silent cheers before tossing his head back with a long swig.

“Easy, lad,” Tom frowned, watching the young man as he took another long pull from his glass. Bradley set his drink down, absentmindedly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Another,” he told you, but you shook your head.

“No, absolutely not,” you scowled as the furrow between his eyes deepened. “You need to go home and rest, Bradley.”

“She’s right, lad,” Tom started, twisting in his seat to face the younger man. “You’ll work yourself into an early grave if you’re not careful.”

“I’m fine,” Bradley muttered, resting his head against the palm of his hand. Tom gave him a wry smile before clapping his hand on the other man’s shoulder. He shot you a wink before getting up to join his crew that was gathered on the opposite side of the room. You watched him go before turning back to look at Bradley with a frown.

“C’mon, Roos,” you prodded, leaning your head down so you could meet his gaze that was fixed on the bartop. “Tell me what you’re up to.”

“Nothin’” he grumbled unconvincingly. You rolled your eyes with a purse of your lips.

“I’m having a hard time believing you,” you sniped, snatching the glass away from him. Without another word to him, you poured another ale and offered it to him. He took it, offering a small smile. He met your even gaze just long enough for you to see the flash of guilt that flitted in his eyes. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he asked, taking a small sip from his glass.

“Why do you look guilty?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you hissed, eyes blazing, “I have known you for twenty years now. Either you tell me what you’re up to right now, or I will personally see to it that you won’t be able to get another job for a month.”

“Alright,” he winced, setting the glass down and finally meeting your stare. “You have to promise me you won’t yell.”

You scoffed. “Are you twelve?”

“Guppy, promise me,” he insisted, hazel eyes pleading with you. You studied him another moment before sighing.

“Alright, fine.”

“I’m leaving.”

“You’re what?” you shrieked, causing some of the patrons to turn to the two of you as Bradley hissed at you to be quiet.

“You promised you wouldn’t be mad.”

“That was before you told me you were leaving,” you snapped. “Where are you even going to go?”

“I don’t know yet,” he admitted, leaning back. “Still need to find a crew that will take me on long-term.”

You stayed silent, watching him with furious eyes. After a couple of beats, you turned to walk back around the bar. “Caroline, I’m leaving.”

She waved after you, moving to tend to some patrons on the opposite end of the bar. Bradley watched you walk away with wide eyes before getting up to stumble after you. You flung the door of the pub open before setting off with a brisk pace down the road.

“Guppy!”

You ignored the man behind you, tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“Guppy?”

The tears began to fall, the trails they left behind on your cheeks turning to ice in the cool, night air. You turned to walk down to the beach past the docks. How could he drop that bomb shell on you? How could he keep that hidden from you in the first place? Your anger only served to cover up the true emotion you tried your hardest to ignore. Betrayal.

“Y/n, please,” Bradley begged, his long legs having helped him catch up to you by now. You stopped in your tracks, feet sliding into the sand beneath you as you whirled around. You shoved Bradley with all of your strength, shock at the unexpected movement being the only reason stumbled back at all.

“How could you?” you cried, tears falling quicker and your breath coming out shallower as you fought to keep your composure. “How could you just plan to leave me?”

“It’s not like that,” he started, but you shook your head.

“Don’t lie to me, Bradley,” you seethed, hands now clenched at your sides. “Don’t. I deserve the truth. Were you even going to say goodbye to me, or were you just going to vanish one day?”

“Of course not,” he murmured, staring at you with eyes once again pleading with you. “I would never do that to you. You know that.”

“I thought I knew you well enough to know that you wouldn’t leave,” you shot back, causing Bradley to wince. “Guess I don’t know as much as I thought I did.”

“Y/n,” he sighed, running a hand over his face and looking out at the ocean. He seemed to be mulling over his words. “It wouldn’t be forever.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” you laughed humorlessly.

“It wouldn’t be forever,” he continued, giving you a pointed look. “It would only be until I earned enough to buy my own ship.”

“You can do that here,” you argued, but Bradley shook his head with a small, empty laugh.

“I can’t,” he said. “I’ve barely earned enough these past weeks to live off of for a month out at sea. I’d be buried in the ground before I earned enough to buy a ship, and you know that.”

You couldn’t argue. You knew he was right, and you knew that this was not the life he had dreamed of. He had dreamed of going off with your father on one of his many voyages before the sea had claimed him. It had been years, but the pain of his and your mother’s passing still felt fresh in your heart.

You saw how Bradley looked longingly out at the sea when he thought you weren’t looking, or how he always looked happiest standing on the deck of a boat. No, Bradley was meant for a life at sea, and you knew it. You just never thought he would leave you behind.

“It won’t be forever,” he says again, moving to put his hands on your shoulders, bending down so he was eye level with you. “And when I earn enough money to buy my own ship, I’ll come back for you.”

“That could be years,” you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper. Bradley sucks in a breath before slowly nodding.

“You’re right,” he conceded, wiping the tears from your cheek.

“What if you forget about me?”

Bradley huffed out a laugh before drawing you into his arms. He hugged you tightly, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “How could I forget my baby sister? Besides, I think you’d swim across the ocean to find me if I ever forgot about you.”

You huffed a laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re probably right.”

“‘Course I am,” he chuckled, pulling away from you. “Now, c’mon. It’s freezin’ out here, and I’m exhausted.”

You allowed him to lead you up the hill to your shared home. He left a chaste kiss to the top of your head before wishing you goodnight. As you lay in bed that night, you obsessed over the one question you had refused to allow yourself to ask him down at the beach. What if the sea claimed him too?

The following night, you found yourself back behind the bar of the pub. You had heard snippets of chatter amongst the locals about an unknown ship that had docked on your shores.

“I don’t like the look of’em,” Tom had told you and Bradley as he sat at the bar. A lull in the crowd had granted you a moment to stop and talk with the two of them.

“Why’s that?” you asked. He frowned.

“When you get to be my age,” he grumbled, “you can start to pick out the rotten sorts from just a glance.”

Before you could respond, the pub door swung open, hitting the wall with a thud. All three of you turned to see a large group step through the doorway and into the warm glow of the lantern filled room. A blond man stood at the front of the group, lips curled into a confident smirk. You noted the handsome features of him and his companions, and you knew the other women in the room had as well due to the scattered giggles from around the room.

“That’s them,” Tom mumbled, taking another sip of his ale.

The blond scanned his eyes across the room before catching sight of you at the bar. A twinkle of intrigue shone in his eyes as he began to saunter over to you, his crew dispersing to find a table to sit at. You shot a weary glance at Tom before moving to meet the tall stranger on the opposite side of where Bradley sat.

“Evenin’” you greeted with a polite smile. “What can I get you?”

The man looked you over with lick of his lips. “An ale, and your company if you’re offerin’ that too.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm. It wasn’t the first time a patron had made a pass at you, but it was the first time a patron was that devilishly handsome. “The ale, I can get you, but I’m not in the habit of entertaining sailors.”

“Shame,” the stranger grins, watching as you pour his drink. You hand it to him, and you feel a shiver run up your spine as his fingers graze yours. “Would have been nice to have someone as pretty as you in my bed tonight.”

You saw Bradley’s jaw tick from the corner of your eye, and you shot him a warning glance. This part of your job wasn’t new, and you had long since learned how to handle yourself in these situations.

“I believe there are more than a couple of girls over there who would be willing to warm your bed tonight, Mr…?”

“Seresin,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Jake Seresin. And I’m not interested in having anyone but you, pretty girl.”

“Well, then it looks like your bed will go cold tonight after all,” you said to him. Bradley snorted, trying to cover it with a cough, but Jake ignored him.

“Seresin,” Tom grunted, causing all three of you to look at him. He shook his head, and turned to glare at Jake. “I’ve heard of you. You’re a pirate.”

The conversation died in the pub as everyone turned to look at your little group by the bar. Jake’s easy grin never faltered as he stared back at Tom.

“Pirate is such a nasty word,” he drawled, taking a sip of his ale. “I prefer the term…liberator.”

“Whatever you call it, you have no business here,” Tom snapped.

“I beg to differ, my friend,” Jake countered, moving to stand. Turning to the rest of the room, he stated, “I’m looking for men to join my crew. You keep what you can carry with you. If you’re interested, come see me.”

And with one final glance at you, he sauntered off towards the back of the room where his crew had taken up purchase.

“Pirates?” you asked, looking at Tom hesitantly. He shook his head and got up to go join his own crew in the corner. You peered at Bradley from the corner of your eye. He studied the rim of his glass as he stroked it thoughtfully.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him. He jumped as your words pulled him from his train of thought.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, refusing to meet your gaze. You studied him him for a moment until you saw the quick glance he threw towards the back of the room.

“No,” you snapped, causing him to finally meet your gaze. “Absolutely not.”

“What?” he scowled, but you fixed him with a glare and a finger pointed into his chest.

“Don’t even think about it,” you hissed in warning. Bradley glared right back at you before hopping off his stool and strutting towards the crew at the back. You scrambled around the bar after him. You closed the distance just as he stopped in front of Jake.

“I want to join your crew,” he stated. Jake looked at him with an amused look, eyes flickering to you as you pulled on Bradley’s arm so that he faced you.

“Bradley, don’t,” you begged.

“Y/n, enough,” he snapped down at you, taking you aback. His eyes softened as you looked up at his broad frame with hurt bewilderment. He let out a long sigh, running a hand through his sandy brown locks. He looked back at you before continuing. “Don’t you see, Guppy? This is my chance. If I don’t go now, who knows when I’ll get another opportunity to leave and make my fortune.”

“Roo, you’re my brother. I can’t let you do this,” you pleaded, taking his hand in yours. You willed him to listen to you, but it was no use.

“I’ve made my decision, Guppy,” he said. You couldn’t stop the flash of hurt you knew passed over your face as Bradley turned back to the captain. You looked around at the other patrons desperately before settling your eyes on Tom. He was already looking at you with a solemn expression, shaking his head.

“Sign here,” Jake instructed, pointing to the piece of parchment he had rolled out onto the table. Bradley obeyed, scratching his name in quick strokes to the bottom. You felt the tears start to run down your face before you could stop them. You couldn’t stop anything, it seemed. Bradley straightened and turned to look at you. The two of you stared at one another for several moments before you turned on your heel and stormed away from him.

That night, as you lay in bed, you dreamed of the sea. You dreamed of blue and green swirling around you as you struggled to breath. You dreamed of splintering wood and echoed shrieks that were drowned out by thundering waves. You dreamed of strange creatures that lurked the deep as they waited for their next meal. You dreamed of golden hair and cocky smirks as they taunted you beneath the waves. You dreamt of a cold, calloused hand that pulled you under until the surface was nothing but a distant memory.

[codywanfirstkissbingo]

Codywan First Kiss Bingo

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[ladamedusoif]

Visiting - Overview and Masterlist

(moodboard by the wonderful @cutesyscreenname)

*cross-posted on AO3*

*Series In Progress*

Pairing: Professor!Ben (College AU) x OFC Lydia/fem!Reader (reader POV/2nd POV)

Summary: Seeking a change of scenery after her life falls apart, Lydia crosses the Atlantic and arrives in a small New England town, to spend a year expanding her intellectual horizons as a visiting professor of art history at a small liberal arts college. Her growing friendship with Ben Morales, professor of Hispanic literature, forces Lydia to confront the fallout from her past - and raises unexpected questions about the future.

About Lydia: A couple of years ago she'd have told you her life was over. Now, at 41, Lydia has realised the future is hers to make - even if that means never opening her heart up again.

She's an art historian and European - though this should not be taken to imply a specific appearance or ethnicity! Her family and other aspects of her background are established.

You'll notice that the physical descriptors for Lydia are deliberately loose, other than: her age, that she's fem/AFAB, her hair is starting to grey, and she's got stretch marks and a whole metric ton of issues with her own body. In other words: she can look whatever way you want her to look in your own imagination, bearing these aspects in mind, and be from wherever you want her to come from.

Rating: Explicit (18+) - individual chapters will have their own ratings (there's a lot of fluff and angst ahead) but smut will be very clearly signalled. Expect bad language throughout. If you read beyond the warnings on each chapter, you are agreeing you're 18 years or older.

Content: Professor Ben College AU; smaller-than-usual-for-this-fandom age gap (she is 41 and Ben 47 when the story begins); canon is not a thing here; slow burn; explicit smut (eventually); discussion of infidelity and emotional abuse; discussion of self-esteem issues; references to body issues; strong language; alcohol; I'll update if I need to as the fic continues

A/N: My love for Mr Ben is well-known but I couldn't stop thinking about him as a literature professor and, well, here we are. This is my first fic, and it's written as an AU with nary a sprinkling of canon about a character who existed for five minutes in a sketch. Make it make sense, Rose.

This is going to be a multi-chapter series (I have a plan and an outline document and everything). I plan to add some headcanons for Professor Benjamin at some point, and will pop some little drabbles in amongst the full chapters.

There will be smut - but this is a slow-burner. You have been warned.

Main Series:

Chapter 1 - The Visitor

Chapter 2 - Bright in the Sea

Chapter 3 - Ghosts

Chapter 4 - Save Me

Chapter 5 - This Must Be The Place

Chapter 6 - If You'd Accept Surrender

Chapter 7 - Forget Who We Are

Chapter 8 - Sister Winter

Chapter 9 - Open Your Eyes

Chapter 10 - Something About You

Chapter 11 - My Favourite Work of Art

Chapter 12 - If I Must Have A Future

Chapter 13 - Coming Soon!

One-Shots and Drabbles:

An Inspecteur Calls: A Pedrotober One-Shot

Books: A Merry Fic-Mas One-Shot

Christmas Tree: A Merry Fic-Mas One-Shot

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to a taglist!

Thanks: to the people who made me feel less bonkers for developing an entire world around Ben and Lydia - @cutesyscreenname, headcanon collaborator, moodboard creator, and Prof Benjamin E. Morales enabler supreme; the incredibly encouraging, kind, and heroic fic writers whose understanding of how to embrace the sensitive and emotional hidden side of 'canonical' characters is an inspiration - @lunapascal, @imaswellkid, @julesonrecord

(bookshelf divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

[sunandflame]

Kyojuro who plays a little game with you, moving your funko pops around the house and exchanging them with different fandom ones to see if you notice 😈

You little minx... I know exactly where this idea comes from, but I will play along hehehe...

Squirtle's Attack

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Pairing: Kyojuro x Reader

crossposted on AO3

It had started small and you didn't really paid much attention to it at first. You were just thinking that your brain was playing games with you until you noticed that it was not your brain but someone else.Because you would NEVER put your beloved Roronoa Zoro Funko next to your Star Wars collection, since they were in a completely different franchise!

Kyojuro, you thought at that moment as you took your beloved Zoro who was placed between Obi-wan Kenobi and Princess Leia and put him back in his usual corner. You thought that would be the end of it, but you were wrong.

Your Funko Pops were repeatedly misplaced around the apartment and placed in other corners where they should not belong. You didn't say anything until suddenly one of your Funkos stared right at you while you were going to the bathroom.

“KYOJURO!”

“Yes honey?” He popped his head through the door and stared at you. 

“Why is my limited edition Squirtle from the diamond collection in the bathroom?”

“I don’t know, but is Squirtle not a water pokemon? Maybe he was thirsty?” 

You gave him a deadpan look. “You know who else is thirsty?”

“Who?”

“You” And with those words, you splashed water from the faucet into his face and couldn't help but laugh at his surprised and adorable face.

Kyojuro wiped the water from his eyes. “Just wait… I’ll pay you back!” He picked up the shower head and you felt a sense of foreboding but it was too late. “Squirtle! Aqua Jet!” He turned the faucet on full and sprayed water all over you. You just stood there in shock, dripping with water until you both started laughing at your own sight. 

“So would you like to shower together?”

“I’ll never say no to that”

All mentioned Funkos in this drabble exist in my own household.

[wintertimestoryteller]

Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

[bunnybonesstudio]

BunnyBonesStudio Cobra Kai Fanfiction Masterlist

Hello friends!

As I’ve said on my AO3, I have a bunch of fanfics in the works! Some I’ve been writing for awhile, others I’ve just started to write.

I wanted to share some sneak peeks at some stories that are in the works as well as document the ones already online! I thought it’d be fun and maybe I could even get your guys’ thoughts on what should come next.

My main goal in this fandom, aside from just having fun and meeting mutuals, is to entertain everyone with my stories. Nothing makes me happier than people enjoying my work.

I’ll add and update as I go too! So all my work will be compiled right here.

So please follow and add your thoughts! I love to hear from everyone!

Here’s the list:

Just Wanted to Let You Know- Status: Completed

Demetri centric fic; Binary Boyfriend content

A collection of letters Demetri has written to his father over the years and the events that take place after he had stopped.

Coco Moon - Status: Posting

Samantha & Demetri Friendship fic; minor Binary Boyfriends and Samguel content

Based on the album ‘Coco Moon’ by Owl City; On their own separate journeys of losing people, Sam and Demetri end up finding each other.

Greek Werewolf in West Valley - Status: Posting

Monster AU/Werewolf! Demetri; Binary Boyfriends centric

Inspired by the Story ‘Nocturnal’ by Summerphlox and the Song ‘Italian Werewolf in St. Louis’ by Ludo; After a near fatal animal attack one night, Demetri starts to exhibit some rather strange behaviors.

I Love You So Fucking Much - Status: In Development

Binary Boyfriends centric fic

Based on the album “I Love You So Fucking Much’ by Glass Animals; The long, dramatized version of the binary boyfriend’s recovery story that we SHOULD have gotten in S4.

Violent Violets - Status: In Development

Eli & Tory Friendship Fic; minor Binary Boyfriends content

Based on the song ‘Violet’ by Days to Waste; Even after everyone left them, Eli and Tory still had each other.

And Lolly Makes Three - Status: In Development

Future!Binary Boyfriends centric fic

Demetri and Eli foster a kid. What could go wrong?

Cobra Kai: Dream Collection - Status: In Development

Drabble Collection

A collection of the inner workings of the Valley’s Miyagi-Fang dojo members minds every night when they close their eyes; aka, a close look at the dreams of dojo members.

Cobra Kai Minus - Status: In Development

AU/No karate; Slice of life, Samguel & Binary Boyfriends

Cobra Kai doesn’t exist, Johnny Lawrence never became a sensei, and Miguel Diaz never learned how to stand up for himself all that well. So, with no change in sight, Miguel, Eli, and Demetri have to navigate their last years of high school all by themselves and learn how to grow in their own, unique ways.

Crushed by a Crush - Status: In Development

Bert & Devon centric fic; minor Binary Boyfriends, Samguel, and Tory/Robby content

Bert liked Devon the moment he laid eyes on her. Now he just has to find out how to tell her without getting punched in the face

PetroDragonic Apocalypse and the Murder of the Universe - Status: In Development

Supernatural/Apocalypse AU

It’s the end of the fucking world. While an ancient primordial void is sucking up the known world, the Miyagi-Fangs manage to figure out one last ditch effort to save the earth; an old fairy tale with the location of a wishing star that may or may not actually exist. Armed with nothing but their wits and a confusing set of guidelines, it’s up to them to save everything and everyone from certain doom.

[chickenparm]

Trivial Lessons (ScaraLumi)

oh hey what's up here's some mega soft, indulgent, marshmallow fluff in the form of consecutive drabbles. i just think scaralumi is neat.

Scaramouche isn't as worldly as he thinks he is. Lumine is the only one he'd considering learning from.

AO3 LINK Next Part

Scaramouche/Lumine 1,737 Words - SFW No heinous tags - just a mountain of fluff and Scaramouche getting the physical affection he deserves.

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The expectation when giving him a realm dispatch was a simple one. Come and go as you require, and come to Lumine when you need something. Those rules were the same for anyone who had a way into Lumine’s domain, though they were few and far between. 

It’s meant to be the place where she finds peace when the expectations of the world outside grow too heavy for the moment. Or, when she just doesn’t feel like pitching a tent to share with Paimon. But regardless of the reasons for her arrivals there, it doesn’t lessen the fact that it’s the one place in the universe that Lumine can go where there aren’t responsibilities for her to juggle. 

Scaramouche knows this. So well, in fact, that when he steps down into the place she’d allowed him to call his own, he still feels unsure of how exactly he should go about making the request that’s been nagging at the back of his mind since… how long has it been, now? Maybe five, maybe six months. Time tends to blur together when his only real obligation these days is to hurry along when Lumine needs him. 

He wishes it were more often, he wishes he had an excuse to follow her around and-

The fountain that’s nestled between glowing flowers and trees that arch inwards in a thick canopy trickles peacefully, breaking the silence that had existed before he’d come here. A deep inhale carries the subtle scent of flowers, the salt of an illusory ocean, petrichor and leaves from someplace unknown, just beyond the treeline. Despite his solitary travels, this is the truest semblance of peace he can nurture for himself.

Whether that has anything to do with the owner of this domain is still up for debate, but he’s certain it’s one that he would lose if someone were to call him out on it. 

Closing his eyes, he reaches out like Lumine showed him, feeling for the presence of others who may be taking refuge here. He expects one of Lumine’s other companions - the purple-haired child, the Tianquan, the kitsune that can’t remember him - but there’s only a singular presence here that beckons for him. 

The winds carry him there, coming as easy to him as breathing. 

There’s a hilltop, crafted as if its sole purpose was to bring Lumine closer to the sun that hangs above at her will. At its peak is a blanket, sprawled out across grass that’s as soft as any bed he’s come across. The fabric is a pristine blue, almost a perfect mirror for the sky above that Lumine watches with slow blinks and a lazy smile. 

“That was quick. You just saw me this morning - don’t tell me you missed me already?”

Under any other circumstance, Scaramouche would be spitting at the accusation of any sort of softness that could be perceived from his actions. But Lumine’s head turns to the side just enough to look up at him, no hint of malice in her eyes as she all but sprawls at his feet without a care in the world. 

It softens his edges, just a bit. 

Enough for him to nudge her leg with his foot until she moves over, giving him enough space for him to take up residence on her little fabric island of peace. It’s not enough to allow him personal space, his knee pushing into the plush of her thigh as she settles once more with closed eyes and a pleased sigh. 

If he said nothing, simply relished in this moment, certainly Lumine wouldn’t begrudge him that. There’s a tentative, unspoken agreement between them, coming into existence the moment they had stepped from Irminsul and he was met with a new life unfolding rapidly before him. 

The rules weren’t stated, but he found himself tentatively pushing at them with gently biting remarks and fleeting touches at the back of her elbow, fingers wrapping around her wrist, the steady warmth of her presence at his side as she drags him over hill and dale, wherever her journeys take her on a given day. Not once has he complained, nor will he if prompted.

But, the truth is that peace like this can’t last, no matter how warm his skin feels from the sun, how comfortable the grass is beneath him, how sweetly the wind rustles the wisped ends of blonde hair. With a deep breath that’s laced with the thickness of his own tension, he asks, “I don’t ask much from you.”

“You don’t. It’s weird. It’s like you’ve been saving up for something big. Are you about to cash in?” 

The pain of his teeth clamping on his tongue draws him back to reality, away from where his first instinct drags him to denydenydeny–

“Maybe. You can say no. I don’t know why you make mountains out of the smallest pebble.”

“Things that are big from my perspective might be worth nothing to you. And vice versa. You’re stalling, Wanderer.”

Ah, he supposes he is. It’s easier that way, to claim internally that he’s merely gathering thoughts that have been tightly bundled. All he needs to do is unpack them, and now is as good a time as any. 

“You’ve seen my memories.”

“The important bits, at least.”

Well, at least she has an inkling about how absolutely devastating those specific memories are, but that’s not the point right now. Squinting up at the sun, he avoids Lumine’s inquisitive gaze in favor of burning his retinas. “In Shakkei Pavilion, I knew nothing. I was a blank slate - lost and confused. In Tatarasuna, I learned the basics of humanity, only gaining a grasp on harsher topics first-hand with… with…”

Slowly, Lumine pushes up to sit, concern palpable in the air despite his eyes burning. It’s from the sun. It’s from the sun.

“Anyway.” A clearing of his throat brings things back on track, his eyes still sting as he stares at the second sun at his side, glowing in the midday light that seems to have no set time here. Sometimes, it lasts days, and others it’s gone in the blink of an eye. If he continued to stare at the sun, would it be moving, or halted?

“Anyway,” he starts again, rubbing the heel of his palm against the corner of his eye to sweep away wetness that threatened to fall, “even I can admit there are some things I don’t know. Haven’t experienced. That’s the request I’m trying to cash in on.”

“Ah, I see.” Lumine’s voice doesn’t waver, but it does sound rather quiet as she absently scratches at the hair just behind her ear, jostling the flowers that adorn her there. “You’ll have to be more specific. I just don’t think there’s anything I can show you that you haven’t seen before - not anything in my power, at least.”

“Well, there is, if you’ll hear me out.”

“That’s what I’m doing right now, isn’t it? You’re talking an awful lot to just ask for something so simple.”

“Don’t get smart, or I’ll ask someone else.” An empty threat - something like this could be trusted with no one but the Traveler. And even if it could, the thought of learning something like this from another made his skin crawl. 

To her credit, Lumine doesn’t prod him further. Only gives a placating smile that has a little too much mischief for his liking, tilts her head until the longest of her blonde strands brush her collarbone on one side, leans on one hand so she’s a little closer. Maybe she already knows, but to reach for it would be beyond his power. Certainly, he’d make a fool of himself. 

“You can’t laugh.”

“I’ll recite that Snezhnayan pinky-promise poem if you want.”

“No thanks, I’ve heard it one too many times in my life.” The thought of ginger hair makes his stomach turn in distaste. “Just… say you won’t.”

“I won’t. If it’s important, you know I won’t. Have a little faith in me.”

The problem is he has a little too much. That he’s willing to trust Lumine with this is the ultimate test of his trust in her - in himself. The air feels cloying as he breathes it in, tinged with the scent of Lumine now that she’s in his space fully. He can nearly taste it as he opens his mouth and asks, “Will you kiss me, Lumine?”

“Oh.” She hums with a face that falls from happiness into something far, far softer. Brows tilt as she covers her heart with her free hand, fingertips pressing into her own skin until they turn white from the pressure, “Is this what’s got you so worked up? You thought I’d reject your feelings?”

“It’s not feelings, I-I’ve just never-”

“Oh, that’s a shame.”

He’s certain that sun has stopped. At least, he is frozen in time, mid-sentence and scrambling for footing now that she’s deftly kicked it out from under him. The implication isn’t entirely lost on him, though it flits from his grasp as Lumine’s hand falls to her lap. 

“I’d be happy to show you. Do you… want to start now?”

Now? Honestly, he hadn’t expected to get this far. In fact, he assumed Lumine would laugh at his incompetence in these matters, then send him off with a wave of her hand and a jeer. Not that she’s ever really done that, at least not after his… mistake. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have assumed her memories of him from before had been wiped clean as well. 

The hesitance on his face is blatantly clear. Lumine lets out a little sigh, tinged with nervous laughter that has no reason to exist when she holds the upper hand like this, and reaches her free hand out. Its destination is to his own hand in his lap, limp as she lifts it to hold with hers. Even this is novel, at least with the connotations it now holds thanks to his blunder.

“Alright, we’ll take it slow then. Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone.”

Embarrassment doesn’t have time to flood his veins before she’s squeezing his hand and lacing their fingers together. “That’s good to hear. If you let me lead, I’ll teach you until you don’t want to learn anymore, okay?”

Breathlessly he agrees, a long-slumbering giddiness beginning to bloom somewhere deep inside where it’d been forgotten.

[qiyeddexchange]

Sign-Up Guide

Sign-ups for the Qi Ye Doodles & Drabbles exchange open today! Since we're running sign-ups through AO3 and I know not everyone has participated in an exchange that has sign-ups on AO3, here is a quick post to hopefully give you some idea of how sign-ups work.

When you go to the AO3 page for the exchange, you'll see a button under the name of the exchange that says "Sign Up." When you click that button, you'll be taken to a new page with the sign-up form! There is some info at the top about how to fill out the form, which I will also include here, just so it's even easier to find:

Characters — You must request at least one character in your sign up form. Up to 10 character requests are allowed. We also have an “any” option if you have no preference on what characters appear in your gift. If a character from Qi Ye that you want to request isn't available, contact one of the exchange's social media accounts so I can add it! Relationships — Romantic and platonic. Ships are optional, but you may request up to 10 in your sign up form. “Any” is also an option if you have no ship preferences. If a relationship from Qi Ye that you want to request isn't available in the form, you may contact the exchange account so I can add it, or you can suggest it as a prompt for your recipient after requesting the characters involved! Prompts — There will be space to include prompts, tropes, or other things you would like to see in your gift. This helps your creator make something you’d like. Please keep in mind that the gift you may be receiving could be art when creating your prompts! DNWs — Do Not Wants. In the prompt space, you are encouraged to include things you don’t want to see in your gift, such as specific tropes. The mods cannot enforce any DNWs that are not listed in your original prompt.

The next thing you'll see is the boxes to fill in for your request! It will look like this:

You can add up to 10 characters and you must add at least 1 and you can also choose "Any". You can add up to 10 relationships (you can also choose "Any" here), but you don't have to! Both of these require you to pick existing character and relationship tags, which is why if you want to request someone else, you'll need to ask me to add it! If you click the buttons that say "List 28 Characters" or "List 37 Relationships," you'll see a page of all the existing options for those tags.

In the box, you can add your DNWs (highly encouraged, since this is the only way the person you're matched with will know if there are things you want to be off-limits) and prompts (also encouraged—have fun with them!).

Once you're done with your requests, you'll scroll down to offers, which will look very similar, but without a box for DNWs and prompts! You have to choose at least 3 characters and no more then 10 (or you can pick "Any" again), and choosing relationships is optional, but you can pick up to 10 if you want.

When you've filled out both offers and requests, hit the Submit button at the bottom and you'll be good to go! Because we have the option to make treats for other people, your request should be visible once you submit it, which is also a good way to double-check that the form worked.

[lofisteddie]

Submissions Open - Lo-Fi Steddie Zine Project

Link to Submissions

About this Project

The goal of this project is more to collect than to create. 

One of the ways I got so into Steddie was through engaging with community online through Twitter and Tumblr. But even though the internet is forever, some ideas get lost. 

The goal of this zine to collect snippets of Steddie fanlore and preserve it in zine form for future enjoyment. 

The current open categories for works are:

Canon Threads

Alternate Universes

Omegaverse

BDSM

Contribute vs. Create

As stated about the goal of this is to collect not create. 

What that means is that all content submitted should already be published on your timeline. This is for two reasons:

As creators of fic, drabbles, threads, and art, we don't need another project to do

Keep the project cost low - basically the cost of printing and postage. 

Creators deserve to be compensated so their work so this zine is entirely voluntary and a labor of love. I will not be taking tweets and Tumblr posts from anyone that did not give permission.

What Can I Contribute?

For all zines the following items can be contributed:

Tweets and Twitter threads

Tumblr posts

Discord screengrabs

The parameters for the first zines are as follows:

Canon Threads

Anything and everything as long as it fits within the following "canon" - (1) Everyone lives and nobody dies ala pre-vol 2; (2) Steve and Eddie are aware of each others existence; and (3) No alternate universes that aren't plausible within the Stranger Things universe as it stands. 

Examples of this include - characterizations, future plans, how they get together, upside down interactions, babysitting the kids, coping after the upside down, reunited in the future, etc. 

Alternate Universes

Any sort of AU that is outside of ST canon

Any sort of AU that isn't A/B/O

Omegaverse

Anything in the realm of omegaverse is fair game

BDSM

These boys are spicy and we are too! Submit all your bdsm headcanons, flagging theories, and top/bottom thoughts. 

If you aren't sure feel free to ask or submit whatever and see what sticks. 

Rating wise we're going to stick with the E rating on AO3, and there will be SFW and NSFW options for purchase if there is high demand. 

Please avoid DDDNE and Dark themes as the editor is a sensitive bean. Angst is fine.  

Submission Lengths

About 2500 words

This includes thread fics (that are about 15-20 tweets) and tumblr posts. 

If that thread went on to become a fic later in time, link it too so I can share that with readers.

All usernames will be kept on the contributing posts. You do not have to be active on twitter right now to submit, so archived and private tweets can be submitted, just allowed the @lofi_steddie account access.

Some examples of thread fics and headcanons are below

Example 1

Example 2

What Will It Look Like?

Lo-fi. Very lo-fi.

This is going to be me, taking screenshots of tweets and posts, gluing them on a page, and then copying it on a Xerox

It will not be in color. It will look DIY. 

If you want to contribute art it will also be black and white.

The goal is to keep costs low and color ink is pricey

Do Contributors Get Copies?

Yes! You'll be the first to get them. If you contribute I'll do my best to make them free to you. If you are outside of the US a PDF version will be made available. 

Interested in submitting? Go here

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

I'M DONE

I have spent the last three hours looking for fanfiction on Scarebat that wasn't Nolanverse or Suckerpunch (I love it btw, it's so good, checking everyday for updates🙏🙏)

I didn't only look on Ao3 as you might think, I have looked on Tumblr, Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, Quotev, Deviantart, FUCKING FICWAD, and some others...😔😔 I BARELY MANAGED TO FIND SOME SCRAPS OF CONTENT ON ONLY A FEW OF THEM AND THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 FICS IN TOTAL, MAYBE LESS, DON'T REMEMBER EXACTLY

I need to write my own atp but I'm only half-decent at writing (planning to start practicing writing on Tumblr in the future) and I suck at writing two canon characters interacting with each other.... I would be unstoppable if I had the ability to do so

sorry for ranting in your asks, forgive me, but I think you're the only person who can understand this

-🐓

honestly, it’s kinda odd how over so many years, scarebat barely made rounds on the internet. despite how their whole personas an’ things that surround them as characters make a perfect set-up for a gothic romance. yet, somehow it keeps getting overlooked. batman’s most ideally tailored fuel just never gets enough fanon attention. 

an’ like, i wish that i could somehow share with you a link to some alt dimension, where scarebat was given all the attention it deserved. but as it is, we only have like yeah 3 fics an’ prob the same amount of arts. 

on the one hand, it does suck. i admit. but on other, it leaves a way larger fields to explore. way more opportunities to do smth new an’ different with those characters. i’d also go as far as to state, that when a ship is rare, it has a chance to stay somewhat true to source material or have more of different an’ individual approaches. when a ship is super popular, it’s usually slowly, but surely gets flanderized into the ground. after certain point all that you would see is a low-key copypasta of a fic, that you’ve already read about that pair, but from a different author. i had a couple of popular ships back in the day, an’ it had happened with every single one of them. 

so, in a way, i’m glad that those few scarebat fics are all at least different enough, even if i do say, that i kinda felt down by how it was labeled scarebat with it often being barely about the ship. or it was coming off as one-sided. different strokes for different folks, but it’s part of why i sat down an’ began writing my own fic, that would satisfy my own needs an’ my own vision. i just wanted scarebat romance times with some grittiness in between. which is why i do think, that you really should try to write your own story for them too! or even drabbles. anything that might tailor their dynamic in a way you see it. 

an', well, i do get the anxiety of not ‘being good enough’, or feeling insecure about how well you would be able to capture the ‘canon’ feel. or say, just generally thinking like your skill is not on the level you wish it was. i won’t bore you with details about my own uh, writing / art journey. but i will say, that due to a few reasons of my own, i also felt like i could never write an english fic *i'm a non-english speaker*, an’ even more so, i honestly thought that i could never ever draw anything, bc i simply had no idea how to draw at all. but i do kinda know how to draw now lol. an’ i can actually write things in english too. an’ the point of it not me being super good at it or even reaching some unknown highm no. the point is that i can do it an’ i can do it in my own ways. i can create smth, that prob would have never existed otherwise, an’ in the end of the day, it’s pretty cool. quality can be not top notch, but it's like...hey, it exists now. i've given smth back to my otp, that makes me happy an' have fun.

so as someone who was where you are, when it comes to feeling like you can’t do those things, i’d say, you sure can! anyone can! it might take some lil practice an’ a bit of ‘hmm, not what i wanted exactly, but close’, until you get to the level you might have wanted, but i promise, you'd be amazed at what you can truly do, once you get on 'wave'. it won’t be instant leap, but as someone who dealt *still does to a degree* with what i call ‘toxic perfectionism’, i’d say that you just let things go at their own pace. just have fun with the process. in the end, fan stuff should be existing for your own pleasure an' perhaps, it can also be this for some other people, which is always nice. you don't have to be 'professional' about it, if you don't want to.

either way, i’m fine with rants! i mean, i've just ranted back as well lol. i know, that the main theme of this message was being kinda well, dissapointed with lack of content, but i do think, that it's not all that gloom an' doom in the end of the day. it can't be helped, that we sometimes have to basically provide for ourselves in fandoms, but it also gives us chance to 'shine' too, i think.

an’ i also wanted to say, that i’m glad you liked my fic! suckerpunch is one of those works, that i’ve started on impulse an’ till 3th chapter actually had a very vague idea, where to take afterwards, but i was surprised to see way more people interested in this ship, than i thought. so really, for a rare ship, scarebat actually does have at least some audience. an’ that audience is pretty rad an’ cool one too, so it’s not all that bad!

i do get the pain tho. sometimes, i also wanna read an' look at arts of my otps, that aren't mine. but perhaps, with time scarebat will gain more active fans. maybe, one day, we will click on ao3 an' feel like we had walked into a candy store.

[linkcities]

link's conjecture | zelda/link, botw/totk

I cannot promise you healing, nor can I promise you fulfilling redemption. I cannot promise you that the moon will stop revolving around us in order to give you more time; in the first place, time was what we didn’t have, what we don’t have, and quite possibly what we can’t ever be in total possession of.

or,

Link gives Zelda a letter, a year after the calamity's defeat.

—

pairing | zelda/link, zelink

tags | letter format, implied zelink, drabble, post-calamity botw, pre-totk, light-hearted.

for @zelinkcommunity's zelink week, day 3 | letters.

word count | 630 words.

notes | 1/2 of my entries for this year's zelink week! this is part of a much larger 'fic that i'll be publishing within the year, if ever i get around to finishing it. cx

ao3

—

Zelda,

Perhaps it will never be easier. Not for us, anyway.

I see the effects of the calamity on you vividly, when you’re walking right beside me, before you sleep at night; in the middle of it. You don’t like wearing your heart out on your sleeve, princess, but you’ve been trying too hard lately that you’ve forgotten how to conceal it. But I believe, fervently, that you shouldn't have to conceal it.

When you walk: there is a nervous skip to your step, even in lands filled with grass and green. I was the same when I came out of the Shrine of Resurrection, but mine was because I felt like I was in unchartered territory, which rang true for the most part. I can tell that we’re not the same in that regard. My caution stems from my initial knowledge about the world around me, or the lack thereof. Yours stems from your incapacity to look at things without getting reminded of the red, the screams from one hundred years ago. I’ve long forgotten about the past. You’re the only one tying me to it—though that’s not how it goes on your end.

Your exhaustion is apparent everyday. I understand why. It’s hardly been a year. I doubt that six moons’ worth of sleep is going to replenish your energy all at once. You always tell me to rest as though you weren’t as tired as me—as though you weren’t twice as restless. You were awake for a century, your consciousness barely felt, barely existing. Even now that you’re with me, you’re barely there. You’re always drifting somewhere else entirely, a place I don’t know how to get to just yet.

I’m a light sleeper next to you. I have to wake up lest trouble stirs up on the horizon. I wake up at dusk, sometimes, when I feel you clutching the sheets tighter until your knuckles turn pale. I’d give you one look the next morning and you’d smile, almost as if you knew just by sight alone that I was worried. You’d always say that you were fine, just unused to sleeping with someone next to you. That’s a lie. If it were true, why is it that you only fall back to peaceful sleep when I hold you in my arms?

Princess, it’s only going to get more difficult from now on.

I cannot promise you healing, nor can I promise you fulfilling redemption. I cannot promise you that the moon will stop revolving around us in order to give you more time; in the first place, time was what we didn’t have, what we don’t have, and quite possibly what we can’t ever be in total possession of.

I cannot promise you anything of substantial value, princess, I don’t think the Goddess granted me that power. I can promise you lasting efforts. I can promise you that I’ll try. Over and over again. I can promise you my world, everything I have left to give, but I’m certain that still wouldn’t be enough.

I would give you everything if I could. Even if I cannot, that doesn't mean I won't try.

I would go through the ends of the earth for you again if that is what you would wish of me. I would do anything.

I would. For you.

Perhaps you should let me start again.

Zelda,

My Zelda. Perhaps it will never be easier. I’m sorry it can’t be. But you have my word; and by word alone, I swear to walk at a pace that allows you to breathe. Should you choose to stay still, I’ll stand beside you until you’re ready to move forward. Really, I wouldn’t mind.

We have all the time in the world.

Link.

[toastybagel-fanfiction]

the hotbox

{so this one was part of my purplephone and friends drabble collection on ao3 but the collection got no kudos so i'm going to put all of those here instead, like i probably should have done in the first place lmao. anyway enjoy!}

[note: this is a non canon deleted scene from my fic tell me what i want to hear but reading that fic isnt necessary for this oneshot.]

“Michael?”

“Michael, are you alright?”

Suddenly, Scott was sitting beside him, one hand on his thigh and the other on his shoulder. Michael hadn’t even realized he had zoned out until then, thinking that, perhaps, he was only imagining Scott’s voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, looking into Scott’s eyes, watching as they flickered with concern. “I guess I just didn’t expect to see you here today.”

“Yeah, well-” Scott shrugged, glancing off to the side. “Your dad needed to get something from the office, and being in the shop alone freaks me out…” His gaze returned to Michael, who was still looking back at him. Scott couldn’t help but smile. “And I wanted to see you, too.”

Michael grinned, knowing that he was probably blushing despite how much he tried to hide it. 

“You know,” he replied, leaning toward Scott. “Vincent’s on the cameras right now, and I’m sure he wants to see you.”

“I’ll try to catch him on my way out.” Scott reached out, hesitantly touching the darkened circles underneath Michael’s eyes as if they had just appeared at that moment. “You look tired. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, really. I’ve just been so busy with work and missing children’s cases, and on top of that, I’ve been having some weird dreams.” Michael grimaced before realizing what conversation he had just opened up. 

Scott was in those dreams.

Not only was Scott in the dreams, but he had a starring role, and he was oddly out of character compared to his real life self.

The next words out of Scott’s mouth were expected, but Michael still dreaded them.

“What were the dreams about?”

Michael sighed.

He could talk about it, though he never mentioned Scott’s presence in his dreams. That was the part that he would take to his grave.

“I was in a cabaret, but it was empty, all except for one chair. I sat down and the stage lit up…”

The show began.

Scott stepped out from the nothingness beside the stage and stepped onto it. 

Sometimes he wore his normal clothes. Sometimes he wore something more revealing.

Sometimes he wore the same outfit that he wore to the senior prom.

Sometimes he wore nothing at all.

Even though he hated performing for people, it was all that he ever did for Michael.

The band began to play, a soft drum beat shaking the floors.

“Michael,” Scott would say, crouching at the edge of the stage to brush his hand over the side of Michael’s face. “This song’s for you.”

Then, he would sing or dance and Michael would watch, physically unable to look away, as if Scott had cast a kind of spell on him. 

When the song drew to a close, he would applaud, his two hands joining in a vast sea of emptiness. If not for his applause, the room would be silent.

“Did you like the show?” He would ask sometimes, stepping down from the stage to sit in front of Michael.

Sometimes, he would stand for a while, silent, while the music continued.

Other times, he would run from the stage as quickly as he could in order to press his lips against Michael’s, holding him close.

When they pulled away, they both always had lipstick smeared across their lips, whether Scott had been wearing makeup during the show or not.

“Why did you do that?” Scott asked, a hint of fear growing in his eyes.

“What did I do?” Michael glanced around the room, confused.

Scott’s hands tightened around Michael’s forearms.

“Why did you kiss back?” he asked. “You know I love Vincent.” Sometimes, he added, “You know how I feel about your dad.”

In reality, Michael didn’t know how Scott felt about William. It was an odd detail that he never truly found the reason behind.

“Can we pretend?” Michael asked. “Pretend they don’t exist. It’s only us in this void; no one will stop us.”

Scott would take Michael’s shoulders after that, guiding him back into the singular chair before straddling his thighs. He nearly brushed his lips against Michael’s, but managed to make him wait.

“Yeah, we can pretend.” Scott muttered, moving even closer so that his hips were against Michael’s, making the man underneath him shudder. “I’ll play another song for you.”

The band started again.

[steel--fairy]

drabble -- mermaid au part 4

hey i finally put this on ao3! go there to read the previous parts ig! i'll put the soulmate au up in a day or two. whenever i come up with a name lol

i think this is the longest chapter so far? if just over 600 words can be considered long lol

Wallace desperately tried not to laugh as Steven tried to unstick his fingers from the ice pillar he touched. While Wallace had explained that ice was very cold, Steven had still wanted to touch it. However, his skin contained far more moisture than a human leaving his hand completely attached to the ice.

He should probably do something. While funny, poor Steven was beginning to look a bit panicked. A good friend didn’t leave their friend in trouble, no matter how funny it was.

“Darius, melt the ice, please.”

His Swampert didn’t know any Fire type moves, but he did have a solid control over Ice Type Energy from years of manipulating it for Contests. It was nothing for Darius to slightly warm up the area around Steven’s hand, allowing the mer to unstick himself.

Steven sighed in relief, cradling his hand close to his body. He beamed at Wallace and then Darius. “Thank you so much! You were right, it does seem to be quite cold!”

Only years of PR training kept Wallace from snorting.

“Of course,” he said, beyond amused. “I still have things to do in this cave and I do need Darius for them. I couldn’t let him stay in one spot while you continued your struggle.”

If the mer wasn’t already flushed from the cold, Wallace was sure he would’ve blushed then.

“O-oh, I’m quite sorry. I don’t mean to intrude on your tasks.”

Wallace lazily waved his hand. “It’s nothing. I’m simply here to catch a Pokemon. I can’t do that until I find the Pokemon and we haven’t come across it yet.”

Steven tilted his head to the side. “Catch a Pokemon?”

He didn’t—ah, no that made sense. Poke Balls were originally made from Apricorns, a fruit whose tree certainly didn’t live underwater. If mer had something similar, Wallace didn’t know.

Wallace brought out the Dive Ball he’d planned to capture his Spheal in. Steven reverentially took it from Wallace. “This is a Poke Ball. A Dive Ball, specifically. It captures a Pokemon and can hold them indefinitely.”

The awe in Steven’s eyes was endearing. He turned the Dive Ball around in his hands, carefully examining it. He seemed to quickly figure out how it worked, clicking on the button in the middle to open the empty Poke Ball. He flinched slightly as it swung open but seemed just as curious about the inside. He ran a finger lightly over it, seemingly entranced by the technology that couldn’t exist underwater.

“And it’s safe?” He eventually asked, not looking up from the Dive Ball. “For the Pokemon?”

“Of course,” Wallace immediately replied, scratching Darius behind one of his fins. Darius hummed in contentment. “They’ve been around for centuries now. More than enough time to improve and make them safer than ever.”

“Fascinating.” Bright curiosity shone in Steven’s eyes as he looked over to Wallace with a grin. “You’ll show me how it works, yes? I’ve never imagined that anything like this could exist! I have to see it in action!”

Wallace chuckled, taking the Dive Ball back from Steven and minimizing it. Steven avidly watched the whole process, even when Wallace stored it back in his bag. “Well, while you’re on Darius, we’re stuck with each other. You’ll have no choice but to see me capturing a Spheal.”

Steven clapped excitedly, while his tail flapped against Darius’ side. “Excellent! I can’t wait!” He turned that radiant smile towards Wallace. “This day is better than anything I could have ever imagined. Thank you so much, Wallace.” Wallace reflexively smiled back, but he found himself turning red, and not just because it was cold.