#now time for treasure pods

[sl33py-g4m3r]

anything I should do before looking for the H vaults?

found 3 treasure pods in the Glass Desert; the bad thing is when I was exploring the area without the tier 3 treasure cracker that I came across more than that~~

I don't want to use a guide and find them for myself but I wonder how obscure places they're in....

also idk what my luck is but while trying to get out I found 2 more gilded ginger without even actually looking~~~~

so now I have 4 gilded ginger in a silo~~~~

thought of one thing I can do~~~ go into the glass desert and just try to find gilded ginger intentionally~~~ I already have 4 why stop there?

Is the slimeulation differences vs reality in the SR world easy to tell? Am visually impaired and have my doubts about whether I can tell the difference between reality or the simulation or not....

viktor finally asked for something easy to get so now I have access to the slimeulation~~~~

all mini-games unlocked I think~~~~ now to beat them~~~ I'm furthest in mochi's

speaking of mochi, I wonder how hard the second course is~~~ I''m assuming that's where the other teleporter takes you. how difficult is it?

speaking of teleporters it kind of sucks that things placed in pairs, once linked, are automatically destroyed and need to be crafted again.

also I guess be careful of that with warp depots I think cause one placed can still work as a silo, but them linked, and you demolish it I think you lose all the items inside. so the wiki said...

thinking of I should really put a teleporter inside the glass desert instead of right on the outside~~~

and make a dedicated warp spot on my ranch somewhere~~ maybe the lab? cause I'll be using those warps for resource grinding with pumps and drills~~~ and echo nets in the ruins when I find it~~~

[cloudcountry]

since you guys liked my idea so much here it is: WAYS THE NRC BOYS WOULD MAKE YOU WORSE

reader's personality is based more off of in-game yuu than anything? this set of hcs is a bunch of hypotheticals basically. this can be read as platonic or romantic idk each guy is written as if they are the closest person to you, friends or otherwise.

IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT

mentally preparing myself for the "i wouldnt do that!!!!!" comments...and post.

Riddle increases your attentiveness to the rules tenfold. No matter how meek you are, he makes your voice strong—and oh boy does it carry. You’re yelling at people for running in the halls, chastising them for not doing their homework, and opening your mouth wider when you speak. For a school full of troublemakers like Night Raven, the entire student body is so disappointed there’s another Riddle.

Trey makes you more passive, less likely to speak up when you see something. He’s always stood back in the shadows, watching over everything without saying a word, and it’s seeped into your personality, too. You’re spineless now. This world is unfamiliar, why should you try to do anything? You’d only stand out. You don’t want to be outstanding. You want to be as normal as possible. So you stand back.

Cater gets you wrapped up in the hype of social media. It started out as a way to indulge his interests but now you’re on Magicam all day, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. You send things to your friends and say “hey, we should do this” but never make any actual effort to connect with them outside of that. You fall easier into jealousy because you’re surrounded by glamor.

Deuce makes you reckless. He’s so willing to throw himself into things and it spurs you to do the same, no matter how many times your teachers or potential upperclassmen tell you not to. You can’t hear anything but Deuce and his yelling, his enthusiasm and terror for whichever situation you two find yourselves in, knowing that you’d follow him anywhere.

Ace makes you all the more prickly, your sharp jabs and irritating smugness a product of spending too much time with him. You two are two peas in a pod, but to an outsider you two just seem...irritating. You have a talent for getting under people’s skin and have definitely gotten better at lying.

Leona thinks its so cute how you try to defend him at every twist and turn. Like no, he is as dastardly as everyone is saying. Why are you trying to deny it? You’re suddenly seeing reason in the most massive ego-ed people this side of Sage Island and Leona honestly doesn’t know if he should be concerned for you or be amused because of you. (This one in particular was inspired by @loser-jpg LMAO)

Ruggie could have made you prioritize yourself more, but you think he took it a bit too far. See, now you’re snatching cafeteria items and worksheets right under people’s noses, giggling as they demand you give it back. Sometimes they don’t even notice you, but even if they did you’ve learned how to be lighter on your feet.

Jack and you are incredibly uncooperative people (unless you owe someone, of course.) He’s guided you away from asking for help, insisting that the people here will take advantage of you then turning around to say that he doesn’t care, he just doesn't want to get wrapped up in your mess. It’s like you can’t trust anyone but him and your Heartslabyul friends anymore.

Azul has given you one nasty sense of perception, allowing you to key into every little detail and find loopholes in the things people say in a second. He’s turned you into a deadly asset, one he treasures just as much as the student body fears. You read over his contracts and point out what you would do to get out of them, and he adjusts accordingly. What a fine team you two make!

Jade makes it clear that his morals are less than savory, and will often encourage you to partake in things you really shouldn't. You rationalize it as Jade helping you go after the things you want, to finally take and take and take from people when you’ve been so selfless all your life, because it's what you deserve isn’t it?

Floyd will often rope you into his schemes, and it's not wrong before you start doing the same. Once a model student, attending every class, you now skip class and watch with amusement as Floyd threatens another student, hiding your smile behind your hand. They may plead for your assistance, but who are you to stop Floyd? This poor soul clearly owed something.

Kalim instills you with a sense of jealousy and helplessness. He has money to solve all of his problems, his life must be so easy. You’ve lived through so many overblots and received no help from anyone, but Kalim has always been so kind and generous to you. It makes you resent him a little, and anyone else who tries to help, because they all have things that you don’t and that's just not fair.

Jamil twists and bends your mind so much that you can do the very same thing to others. You’ve caught onto his little game and he knows it, eyeing you with anticipation whenever you speak in the same honeyed tone he uses when he wants something. You’ve gotten scarily good at hiding it too, shooting him a smug grin because you know he knows, but nobody else does.

Vil brings out so much confidence in your abilities it’s borderline arrogance. You know you’re capable, so why doesn’t everyone just let you handle this? You can do it, they can’t. So they should just step aside. You’re not doing it to be mean, so why are they getting so annoyed at you? You’re just better.

Rook has some eccentricities, and you’re well aware of them. They put you off at first, but now you’re used to him. It just seems normal now. You’re not sure why everyone makes such a big deal out of his tendencies, that’s just how he is. He’ll stalk you, hunt you down, but he’s having fun! Don’t spoil it for him!

Epel is actually the perfect fit for NRC, you think. He’s a troublemaker, he’s stubborn, and he’s so, so angry. But he’s right! Why should you respect people who claim to be above you? It’s so irritating that they walk around with those annoying smirks on their faces. You two should do something about that, don’t you think?

Idia has a very specific way of talking that can not only be confusing, but can also irritate the hell out of people. Of all things you could pick up from him, you picked up his smug jabs and insults, accompanied by a tooth grin and a laugh. It’s unnerving how much he’s rubbed off on you, a true testament to how close you too are much to the chagrin of the rest of NRC.

Malleus finds so much delight in being your bodyguard, your most trusted companion, that he doesn’t even bat an eye when you use his magic for your own gain. You’ve gotten soft, molding to whatever shape Malleus wants you to be just so he won’t leave. You’re helpless without him, only he has the will and the magic to protect you. So won’t he please stay?

Lilia has a way of dodging the truth, putting a smile on his face even when he’s hurting. It makes you think that, if he can do that, why can’t you? Lilia is smart, he knows how to go about life, so you should follow his lead and bury your problems until they’ll never see the light again.

Sebek has done nothing but berate you for being human since you met him, and even if you’ve gotten closer to him over the course of your stay in Twisted Wonderland, you’re starting to think he’s right. If you had magic, if you weren’t human, you’d be more powerful. It’s a fact. You could do so much more if you weren’t so weak.

Silver has made you complacent. He takes each step carefully, protecting both you and Malleus, so why would you need to protect yourself in any capacity? It’s so nice, having this safety net. If you could, you'd rely on Silver forever, never facing the cruel realities of the world that are blocked by his strong arms.

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐌𝐎𝐒 𝐀-𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: being a mermaid, it's part of you nature to bring the object of your affection gifts in the hopes of swaying their gaze. how do these pirates handle your onslaught of treasures?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nami, luffy, and sanji x mermaid!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k (.6k luffy, .4k nami, .6k sanji)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: mermaid!reader, continuation of this fic, requested

LUFFY

When you first began to court Luffy via your pod’s traditions, you quickly realized you’d have to improvise; Luffy had no clue what any of your actions meant, no matter how obvious you made it.

You brought your captain countless gifts, ranging from perfect pearls to slightly chipped sand dollars, and each time all he did was smile, thank you, and skip away to add your gift to his growing collection.

This time, however, you would make sure he understood, lest your sanity slip away. 

He sat criss crossed on his special seat, the mast of the ship, and you stood on the deck with a pretty pink and blue conch shell in hand. Hopeful eyes set on the man you admired, you failed to notice Robin coming up beside you. She hummed softly, startling you. “Oh, hi.”

“He’ll like that one.” Robin smiled cheekily. “But you want my advice?”

“Please.”

A chuckle left her as she looked on at her captain. “Be as straightforward as you can. Ask him what his feelings are.”

Blinking widely, you gazed back at Luffy. That surely seemed easy enough. Steeling yourself with a sigh, you nodded once and trudged forward, up the stairs to the foredeck and all the way up to where the masthead met the deck. Words rose to your lips and fell short, breath caught by the way the wind and sun sat around him like good friends. Luffy sat leaned back on his hands, eyes gently shut, easy smile on his face. You couldn’t dare to break such a moment, not till you nearly dropped the shell and let slip a little yelp. 

Luffy reacted instantly, tilting back his head to see what was the matter. He grinned upon seeing you, sending jitters through your belly. “Hey!” His eyes lowered to the conchshell tight in your grasp, jabbing a finger at it. “What’s that?”

He already knew it was for him; Luffy grew to look forward to your random gifts, treasuring them in his quarters and spending a little time each morning just admiring them. 

You glanced down at your gift, mustering up your courage and hoping beyond hoping that he’ll finally understand. “It’s for you. I found it this morning.”

Found was an understatement. You’d scoured the seafloor all morning to find something worthy of bestowing upon your love. Luffy beamed even brighter, if possible. “Really?” He slid off the mast and landed right in front of you. 

Luffy’s eyes shown like stars, his lips slightly parted as he ghosted his hands over the silky surface of the shell. You passed it on to his caloused hands, skin sparking as his fingers slid against yours. You stood transfixed upon him and how gently he handled the gift, turning it this way and that to see every nook and cranny, leaving no part of it unknown. A sharp ba-dump ba-dump echoed in your chest.

“It’s great,” he breathed, raising his eyes to peer into yours. Soft wasn’t a word one would use to describe Luffy. Brash and loud, yes. But not soft. Yet, there was this secret shadow of him that was softer beyond compare, only revealed in moments of deep distress… or right now, when you hand him a piece of your heart.

You felt a soft prod at your back, hand lunging back to catch a phantom wrist. You quickly released Robin’s hand, whipping around to spy her, but she was nowhere in sight. Puffing your cheeks, you swiveled back just to find Luffy leaning close over your shoulder, eyes squinted. “What’re we looking for?”

“N-Nothing.” Gazing into his face, you coiled your fists. “Luffy, I have a question.” 

Instantly, all his attention was on you, pleasantly awaiting. “Mhmm?”

“I… I was wondering… do—do you—do you like… tangerines?”

Luffy blinked a little blankly, before shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, I like ‘em. What an odd question.” He ruffled up your hair and hurried off. “I’m gonna add this to my collection. Thanks a bunch!”

“Yeah… no problem.” Cupping yoru face in your hands, you groaned disparingly. Cracking open an eye, you found a single arm sprouting from the deck rail sporting a thumb’s up of comfort. 

NAMI

The gifts had been a constant before you and Nami made it official, but after? Nami was running out of room to keep all the nick-nacks you showered her with. She’d never tell you that though, the smile on your face each time you offered up a gift a treasure in itself.

So Nami settled for becoming the ship’s interior decorator, making it a project to find the best places to present your increasingly beautiful finds. 

Hanging from the wall in the galley was a giant piece of seaglass wrapped in fishing net. On the kitchen table an array of shells sat in a decorative bowl. Each of the boys had a whole sand dollar they were not allowed to touch on the their bed table.

It took you a few weeks to notice it, with the decorations growing over time, but when you did a surprised yet excited beam took you face. You noticed the solid pink clam shell you’d found a month ago among the table decorations, immediately whirling on Nami with a bright smile. “I found that, didn’t I?”

She was worried you’d be upset with her decorating, but now you coudln’t have looked happier. Nami’s cheeks reddened as she laughed, nodding. “You did. I thought I’d put some of your treasures around so we can all admire them.”

You shot up from the table and bounded off. “How many more are there? Did you hide them?”

Nami watched misty eyed, heart warm as the sound of your voice echoed back to the galley. Robin chuckled behind her hand, winking when Nami caught her eye. Nami blushed deeper and, flustered, got up to chase after you.

After that, she really set out to hide the gifts you brought her, tucking them between books and pans. Your search grew to be a calm sort of game. You would be lying in a hammock by Nami’s side, her reading a book aloud, when you lazily pointed to the bookshelf and murmured, “There’s the blue one I got last week.”

The whole crew even joined in after a while, and a board was set up in the galley to tally the scores. Even after four months of the treasure hide-and-seek, you came out on top with the most finds, and if someone dared to come close to taking your title? Well, you reminded them that you have two rows of razor-sharp teeth, and suddenly you were champion once again.

SANJI Sanji treasures each and every gift you bring him, to the point where his nose starts to bleed every other trinket. He doesn’t love the gifts a normal amount, okay. He will set them up all over the kitchen and randomly point them out to anyone nearby.

“Look at that one! She had to have dove down so many depths to get it. Ah~”

“Mosshead, get your slimy, bottom-feeder hands away from my seashells.”

Everyone knew to treat your gifts to Sanji with immense care, and that fact sent a wave of pride through your heart. You sat at the kitchen counter watching him cook, lining up the shells just to admire them, every once in a while making them into the shape of a heart and sending him into cardiac arrest. 

Oh, but the gift he’s most proud of? It’s the one he wears round his neck every single day.

The first pearl you brought him was a small thing, around the size of a pinky, and you handed it to him shyly while saying you couldn’t find a bigger one to display. Sanji barely breathed, rolling it in his palm and just thinking of how lucky he is to have you, that you would dive down into the sea just to find him the most beautiful treasures. 

Yes, it was part of your culture, so part of this was customary to you, but after each of his lovely reactions your gift-giving grew into more of a habit of the heart, eyes always peeled for any trinket Sanji might enjoy. So when you noticed how he held the pearl with such care, the milky white of it looking so nice against his palm, you got an idea.

Every single morning for the next two months you gathered pearl after pearl, keeping them in a little box under your bed. Sneakily, you even managed to take the original pearl from the ring box Sanji kept it in. The scare it gave him when he awoke, turned to his bed table, and his prized gift from his lovely mermaid was missing?? He was inconsolable, so much so that you rushed to give him his gift a day earlier, giggling as you cut off his apologies.

“It’s okay,” you beamed, handing him a small paper wrapped object. “I think this will fix it.”

You bounced on your heels as Sanji sat down at the counter and delicately handled the paper, revealing the pearl necklace within. For the longest moment, he said nothing at all, only staring down at it blankly. You ducked to catch more of his expression, worrying your lip between your teeth. “Do you like it?”

Sanji’s lips ticked upward, eyes holding so much affection you could feel it hit you as he raised his gaze. “I love it. Thank you, my love.”

You couldn’t hold back the magnitude of your smile, reached to help him put it on. As soon as the cool pearls hit his skin, he felt a sense of wholeness only you could explain. He ran a finger over the necklace, wiping away a trail of blood with his wrist, and turned to take you in his arms. 

From that day forth, he never took the necklace off. 

Sanji never wasted a moment he could show it off, unbuttoning the tops of his shirts so it was more visible. You were more than pleased by this, hanging off his arm as you swept through markets, casting every admiring woman a lethal glare before reaching to toy with the pearls around his neck.

Let’s just say the gift satisfied a more possessive part of your nature you did your best to hide from your lover.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@100520s

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - May 22-28

Like these weekly compilations? Support me on Ko-fi or $Kaybarr1735! Also, if you tip me on Ko-fi or CashApp (and give me some way to contact you if it doesn’t automatically), at the end of the month I'll send you a link to all of the articles I found but didn't use each week - almost double the content!

1. Scientists Invent Healthier More Sustainable Chocolate

“The new chocolate recipe from researchers at ETH Zurich uses more materials from the cocoa pod that are usually discarded, including more of the pulp as well as the inner lining of the husk, known as the endocarp. […] The resulting chocolate also [was “deliciously sweet” and] had 20% more fibre and 30 percent less saturated fat than average European dark chocolate[, and] it could enable cocoa farmers [to] earn more from their crops.”

2. Vermont Is Coming for Big Oil, Making It Pay for Decades of Climate Pollution

“Legislators in Montpelier are on the brink of enacting the "Climate Superfund Act," modeled after the federal Superfund law, that seeks to make oil, gas and coal companies pay for damages linked to historical greenhouse gas emissions. […] Companies would be held liable for the costs associated with […] floods and heat waves, along with losses to biodiversity, safety, economic development and anything else the treasurer deems reasonable[, that were caused by their emissions].”

3. Important bird habitat now protected in the Rocky Mountain Trench

“Grassland-reliant species in the Rocky Mountain Trench now have more protected habitat thanks to a new [270-hectare] conservation area near Cranbrook. […] About one-third of the Skookumchuck Prairie Conservation Area is forested[…,] Most of the site is a dry grassland[…, and] Three hectares of wetlands add to the landscape diversity and offer crucial benefits to wildlife and water systems in the area. This conservation gem also provides habitat for endangered American badger and excellent winter range for elk, mule deer and white-tailed deer.”

4. Lemur Week marked by 70th breeding success

“A wildlife park has celebrated its 70th lemur breeding success ahead of a week raising money to help save the endangered primates. […] The park's open-air Madagascar exhibit is home to 31 free-roaming lemurs and was officially opened in 2008. […] Females are only sexually receptive for just one or two days a year, leaving a small window of opportunity for males to father offspring. […] The two playful siblings, one female and one male, were born to father Bernard and mother Hira.”

5. Innovative material for sustainable building

“Researchers introduce a polymer-based material with unique properties. This material allows sunlight to enter, maintains a more comfortable indoor climate without additional energy, and cleans itself like a lotus leaf. The new development could replace glass components in walls and roofs in the future.”

6. Isle of Wight eagles don't pose threat to lambs as feared

“While there had previously been fears that the eagles would feed on livestock, such as lambs, the project has found no evidence of this. [… “W]hite-tailed eagles effectively steal meals from other predatory birds[, which is] a really important ecological role that had been lost within the landscape and is being restored.” [… The birds’] population was boosted by a chick last year – the first time the species has bred in England in 240 years.”

7. Breakthrough discovery uses engineered surfaces to shed heat

“Cheng's team has found a way to lower the starting point of the [Leidenfrost] effect by producing a surface covered with micropillars. […] The discovery has great potential in heat transfer applications such as the cooling of industrial machines and surface fouling cleaning for heat exchangers. It also could help prevent damage and even disaster to nuclear machinery.”

8. New malaria vaccine delivered for the first time

“A total of 43,000 doses arrived by air today from UNICEF, and another 120,000 are scheduled to show up in the coming days. […] They're the first vaccines designed to work against a human parasite. […] Across four African countries, these trials showed a 75% reduction in malaria cases in the year following vaccination of young children. […] The Serum Institute of India, who will be manufacturing the new vaccine, says a hundred million doses will likely be available to countries by the middle of next year.”

9. Urban gardening may improve human health: Microbial exposure boosts immune system

“"One month of urban indoor gardening boosted the diversity of bacteria on the skin of the subjects and was associated with higher levels of anti-inflammatory cytokines in the blood. The group studied used a growing medium with high microbial diversity emulating the forest soil," [… whereas] the control group used a microbially poor peat-based medium. [… N]o changes in the blood or the skin microbiota were seen. […] “This is the first time we can demonstrate that meaningful and natural human activity can increase the diversity of the microbiota of healthy adults and, at the same time, contribute to the regulation of the immune system."”

10. Cities Are Switching to Electric Vehicles Faster Than Individuals

“[M]ost large cities have adopted some kind of climate goal, and some of them are buying EVs for their municipal fleets at a faster rate than the general public. And that progress could speed up as more EVs enter the market and as cities get educated about grant funding and tax incentives that were passed over the last four years.”

May 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[whereforarthur]

Ménage à trois

A/N: Getting back into writing due to my recent obsession with the British YouTube scene, especially ArthurTv and ItalianBach. There is a lack of ItalianBach imagines and I figured I’d try and fill that void.

Pairing: ItalianBach x Gf!reader x ArthurTv

Summary: As ItalianBach’s girlfriend you are asked to gather fanfics of the boys to discuss on the podcast, not knowing what could possibly happen…

Word Count: 6.4K

Rating: Mature 

Category: Smut with Fluff at the end

Content Warnings: threesome, blowjob, pussy-eating, vaginal penetration, kinda overstim, praise, degrading, reader on the pill, unprotected sex, cum in pussy, cum on pussy, lil bit of choking, kinda forceful at times

italicized text is fan fictions y/n is reading

******

After 2 years of being the girlfriend to ItalianBach, you have grown to admire his uprising and the more and more fans that began to accumulate. Of course, you were proud of your boyfriend's success, but along with it came hundreds of thirsting fans. The number of thirst traps and edits that would now pop up on your FYP was insane. You couldn’t blame them though, to be fair you were dating a Greek god of a man.

So you were quite surprised when Isaac asked you to gather some imagines and fanfics to discuss on the next episode of the Bach and Arthur Podcast.

“Are you sure you want to torture yourselves,” a blush began to rise on your cheeks as you asked Isaac, “Some of those imagines can get pretty naughty.” Having spent your fair time on Tumblr in the past you knew of the kind of filth that people could write up.

Isaac laughed at the blush that rose on your cheeks when you asked him. “Of course, love I’m sure it can’t be that bad and I think it would be great laughs for the pod.” He replied.

You couldn't help but feel a peculiar mix of excitement and trepidation as you thought about the idea of finding hot fanfics about your boyfriend and best mate.

But you hadn't expected to find a treasure trove of fanfics and smut featuring ArthurTv, the charismatic co-host of his show. The explicit scenes had taken you by surprise, You felt a guilty thrill as you realized that the raw passion in the stories had your pulse racing.

*****

Her eyes were transfixed on the words that danced before her, a particular imagine that had caught her attention. It was of Arthur, the charismatic yet enigmatic star of the screen, a man whose allure was as vast as the universe itself.

The image painted a picture of Arthur in a state of sublime surrender, his powerful form bent to the will of unseen hands.

"Arthur looked so gone with each bounce, his chest rising and falling so dramatically with each breath, his eyes half lidded and completely dumbified, the way his lips twitched slightly as though he needed to say something but couldn't between all his high whimpers and moans which had you racing towards your climax."

Her hand wandered down to her thigh, tracing the contours of her skin as she delved deeper into the narrative. The fabric of her shorts grew damp as her arousal grew in response to the erotic tale. Each word she read was a caress, a whispered promise of the intensity that awaited her if she dared to let go.

But she knew she had to move on. There was a podcast to prepare for, after all. With a shaky exhale, she closed the tab and opened the next link. The effort to shake off the excitement was Herculean, but she managed, focusing instead on the task at hand. The next fanfic began innocently enough, a gentle romance blossoming between Arthur and another character. She forced her breathing to even out, her racing heart to slow, as she willed her thoughts back to the podcast. The words on the screen swam in front of her eyes, the aftershocks of the previous story lingering in the air like a seductive perfume.

This new tale took a surprising turn, however, as Arthur's love for lingerie began to emerge.

"A side that made him seem like a menace, almost like he was a horny teenage boy who had been left alone with his female celebrity crush, becoming touchy and needy."

Her cheeks flushed as she read about his tender exploration of his partner's body, his eyes lighting up with wonder as he revealed the secrets hidden beneath layers of fabric. It was a stark contrast to the raw, unbridled passion of the first story, and she found herself drawn to this more intimate side of Arthur. Her own hands grew curious, wandering up to her chest, feeling the soft fabric of her shirt. She closed her eyes, picturing Arthur's hands, so adept at uncovering secrets, working their magic on her.

You tried to convince yourself it was just the novelty, the thrill of the forbidden. But as you scrolled through page after page of steamy content, you couldn't help but feel a wetness between your legs that had nothing to do with the innocent curiosity of reading fanfiction. Your mind began to wander, imagining the scenarios playing out in the stories, with you as the unseen participant. The way Arthur’s mischievous smile would curve into something more seductive when he looked at you. It was wrong, you knew, but the allure was undeniable.

It was like a switch had been flipped in your mind, and suddenly, you couldn't get enough of the idea. The thought of being the one to bring that passion to the surface, to be the one they both craved, was intoxicating.

*****

The sudden sound of the key in the lock jolted her out of her reverie. Her boyfriend, Isaac, was home. She took a deep breath, willing her pulse to slow and her cheeks to return to their normal color. She had to compose herself; she couldn't have him finding her in such a state. Quickly, she minimized the browser and closed her laptop, hoping the evidence of her arousal wasn't too obvious.

"Babe, what’s got you so frazzled?" He said as he entered the living room, his voice a pleasant mix of curiosity and confusion. But as she looked up at him, she saw a glint in his eye that suggested he knew exactly what you'd been reading. A smirk played on his lips, and your heart skipped a beat.

You looked down at your laptop, feeling a sudden jolt of excitement and nervousness.

“Find anything good?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "Just the... stuff you asked me to look f-for the podcast," you managed to reply, your voice wavering slightly.

He sauntered closer, his eyes darkening as he leaned against the desk. "Oh, I know exactly what you've been looking at," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

Isaac’s smirk grew wider as he approached you, his eyes never leaving yours.

His eyes scanned the first imagine, a grin spreading slowly across his face as he read aloud, "Submissive ArthurTV smut." The title alone was enough to make you blush, and you found yourself eagerly waiting to hear his reaction.

As he read further, his smile turned into a puzzled frown. "These are all about Arthur?" he asked, looking through the opened tabs on your laptop. You nodded sheepishly, realizing your oversight in not mentioning the focus of the fanfics. "Well, I guess I'm not as popular as I thought," he said, trying to keep the sting out of his voice. Isaac looked at you, his expression unreadable. He took a sip of his coffee before finally speaking, "Well, I'm not surprised. Girls do seem to go crazy over his cuteness."

Having read all the imagines and smut all ready in perpetration, you couldn’t help but giggle and blush at Isaac. “Oh, you have no idea just how crazy they get over the boy.” Twiddling your thumbs as your gaze drops to the floor, nervous for Isaac to read them.

He leaned over the back of the couch, his fingers tracing the line of your neck. "You know, I've always wondered what you thought about Arthur," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Isaac’s hand rested on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, deliberate circles.

You had always found Arthur attractive, but you had never allowed your thoughts to wander beyond the realm of friendship. Your relationship with Isaac had been a happy one, filled with love and laughter, and the occasional podcast recording. But here you were, with your body responding to the illicit thoughts that the fanfics had planted in your mind. The room grew warmer as you felt Isaac’s hand slide down your arm, his fingertips grazing the inside of your elbow, sending sparks through your body.

He chuckled softly, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "You know, the way the fans write about us. The... fantasies they have." His voice was a seductive purr, sending shivers down your spine.

"Fantasies, huh?" you replied, trying to keep your voice even as your heart thudded in your chest. He leaned closer, his eyes searching yours, a silent question hanging in the air. "I guess everyone has their fantasies," you added, trying to sound nonchalant, but the tremor in your voice betrayed your excitement.

He chuckled again, a sound that sent a thrill through you. "Yeah, they do," he said, his thumb now tracing lazy circles around the inside of your wrist. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, and you could see the mischief in them. "And what about you?" he pressed, his voice dropping another octave. "What do you fantasize about?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. You had never been one to shy away from your desires, but this was new territory, even for you. "I... I've had a fantasy," you began, the words spilling out of you before you could stop them. "A threesome, with you and Arthur."

Isaac’s eyes widened, the smirk on his face morphing into something more serious. "Really?" he said, his voice thick with surprise and a hint of excitement. "You've thought about that?"

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his. The idea had consumed you since you'd first stumbled upon the fanfics, growing from a simple curiosity to a full-blown obsession. The more you read, the more you found yourself craving the kind of passion that seemed to exist only in the minds of the writers and their devoted readers. "I can't stop thinking about it," you admitted, your voice barely a murmur.

Isaac’s hand stilled on your wrist, his eyes searching yours. For a moment, there was silence, the air in the room thick with anticipation. Then, he leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. The taste of him was familiar, yet the context was alien, a heady mix that made your head spin.

As your kiss deepened, his hand slid down to your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles that made you squirm.

You didn't know how this conversation had turned into this, but you didn't want it to stop.

"What if we made it a reality?" Isaac whispered against your lips, his breath hot and demanding. "What if we invited Arthur over tonight and made your fantasy come true?"

Your mind raced. Would Arthur really be up for that? Was he even attracted to you? The thought was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. You had known Arthur for only a couple of months, but the idea of sharing an intimate encounter with him was something you had never dared to consider. But the way Isaac was looking at you, with a mix of hunger and excitement, made it feel like anything was possible

“You think he'd be okay with it?" you asked, your voice shaking with anticipation.

Isaac’s grin grew, and he gave your thigh a firm squeeze. "I think he'd be more than okay," he said confidently. "You know he's always had a thing for you?”

The revelation sent a shiver down your spine. Arthur had always been flirty, but you had dismissed it as part of his charm. Now, the way he'd looked at you during podcasts, the lingering touches, and the way his eyes followed you around the room, took on a new meaning. You had been so wrapped up in your own life that you'd missed the signs that were staring you in the face.

Isaac’s hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "We can make it happen," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "But only if you're sure."

You nodded, your heart racing. The thought of being with both of them was thrilling and terrifying, but the excitement won out. "Call him," you said, your voice a breathy whisper.

Isaac pulled away, his eyes alight with excitement. He grabbed his phone and dialed Arthur’s number, his eyes never leaving yours. You watched him, your chest heaving, as he spoke in hushed tones, laying out the plan. You could only catch fragments of the conversation, but the way his eyes darkened and his voice grew lower told you that Arthur was on board.

As Isaac hung up, he turned to you, his gaze intense. "He's on his way," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Are you sure about this?"

You nodded again, unable to form coherent words. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. You could feel your body reacting, your core tightening with need. Your stomach was a whirlwind of butterflies as you thought about what was to come. You'd never been with two men at once, and the idea of it was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. You tried to calm your racing thoughts, but the anticipation was too much. You took a deep breath, feeling your chest rise and fall with the effort.

*****

When the doorbell rang, your heart skipped a beat. Isaac gave you a reassuring wink before heading to the door. You could hear the muffled sound of their greetings, and then Arthur’s voice grew clearer as he entered the room.

"Hey, gorgeous," Arthur said, walking over and kissing you on the cheek. His lips lingered just a moment too long, sending a thrill through your body. Isaac sat down next to you, his hand resting possessively on your thigh. The tension in the room was palpable, a delicious cocktail of excitement and nerves.

"So, Isaac here tells me you've been reading some... interesting fanfics about me," Arthur said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. He had a mischievous glint in his brown doe eyes, one that told you he knew exactly what was going on. You felt your cheeks heat up again, but instead of looking away, you met his gaze, letting him see the desire in your eyes.

“They were just for the podcast," you protested weakly, though the tremor in your voice gave you away. Isaac chuckled, his hand squeezing your thigh in a silent message of support.

Arthur’s eyes searched yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he sat down across from you. "Is that so?" he said, his tone teasing. "But they turned you on, didn't they?" he said, his voice low and seductive. You felt your face flush even hotter, but you didn't deny it. There was something about the way he said it that made you feel like you were sharing a naughty secret, something thrilling and taboo.

Isaac leaned back into the couch, his hand sliding up to rest on the back of your neck. "You can tell us, babe," he murmured, his thumb tracing lazy circles that made your pulse race. "It's okay to be turned on by a good story."

You took a deep breath, the words sticking in your throat like a guilty confession. "Yes," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "They did turn me on." Isaac’s hand tightened around your neck, his thumb still tracing circles.

The two men exchanged a look, a silent communication that seemed to carry more weight than any words could. Arthur's smile grew, his eyes darkening with desire. He took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, his gaze never leaving yours. "Well, if you liked the stories, maybe we could give you a taste of the real thing," he said, his voice like velvet.

You could feel the tension between the three of you, a heady mix of excitement and nerves. Arthur leaned in, his hand landing on your other thigh, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts. "Is that what you want?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions within you. The fanfics had been a catalyst, igniting a desire you hadn't even known existed. Now, with the two men you had fantasized about so intimately right in front of you, it was like stepping into a world you had only ever dared to imagine.

Isaac's hand slid up to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer for a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue danced with yours, tasting and claiming, as Arthur's hand began to inch higher up your thigh. You could feel the heat radiating from both of them, their desire a palpable force that made you feel alive in a way you hadn't in ages.

Breaking the kiss, Isaac whispered, "Take off your shirt," his voice a gruff command that sent a thrill through your body. You complied, the fabric slipping off your shoulders to reveal your lacy black bra. Arthur's eyes widened, his hand pausing for a moment before he reached out to trace the edge of the fabric with a fingertip.

The touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire through you. You watched as Isaac's gaze drifted down to your chest, his eyes dark with lust. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your neck as he unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts. Arthur’s eyes locked on them, his pupils dilating with hunger.

Isaac’s mouth found one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. You gasped, arching your back, your hands tangling in his hair. Arthur took the opportunity to kiss along your collarbone, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your bare leg, his hand now resting on your hip.

The anticipation was unbearable, the room spinning with the heady scent of desire. Then, Isaac pulled away, his eyes locked on Arthur's. "Your turn," he said, his voice a rough growl. Arthur's eyes met yours, and you could see the challenge in them. You leaned in, your heart racing, and kissed him for the first time.

It was nothing like you had ever experienced before. Isaac's kisses were familiar, a dance of love and comfort that you had shared countless times. Arthur's kiss was something else entirely—it was wild, raw, and consuming. His lips were soft, yet firm, demanding your attention as his tongue slid against yours. You felt a jolt of electricity as your bodies melded together, his hand cupping your face with a gentle urgency that made your knees go weak.

Isaac’s hand slid down your back, his fingers tracing the contours of your body as he watched the two of you, his desire evident in the way his chest rose and fell. You could feel his arousal pressing into your side, a constant reminder that this wasn't just a kiss between you and Arthur, but a shared experience among the three of you.

Arthur's hand moved to your bare shoulder, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, the sound lost in the mingling of your breaths. His other hand found its way to your breast, his touch firm yet gentle, teasing the nipple until it stood at attention. You couldn't help but arch into his touch, the sensation making your toes curl.

Isaac's hand slid down to your waist, his fingers unbuttoning your shorts with a deftness that spoke of experience. He tugged them down, revealing the dampness of your panties. Arthur broke the kiss, his eyes dropping to the exposed flesh, his breath hitching in his throat. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

You felt Isaac's hand slide over your bare skin, his thumb hooking into the fabric of your panties. He tugged them down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, yet incredibly turned on. You watched as Arthur's eyes followed the movement, his hand now resting on the bulge in his pants, his fingers tracing the outline. The sight of him, so obviously affected by your shared intimacy, was intoxicating.

"Take them off," Isaac murmured, his voice thick with need. You obeyed, standing up to shimmy out of your shorts and panties, leaving you in nothing but your heels. Arthur's eyes roamed over your body, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. You felt a thrill of power at being the object of their desire, the center of their attention.

You sat back down on the couch, sitting in between the two boys. Isaac groaned as you pressed against him, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. Arthur leaned in, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You moaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you. Isaac's mouth found your other nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the tender flesh.

You felt Arthur's hand slip between your thighs, his fingers toying with the slick folds of your sex. You were wet, so wet, and the feeling of his touch was almost too much. Isaac's hands roamed over your body, his fingertips teasing the edge of your ass, his thumbs tracing the line of your hips. You could feel their arousal, the thickness of their cocks pressing against you, and it only made you want more.

Isaac's mouth found yours again, his tongue delving deep as his hand began to rub you in slow, deliberate circles. You gasped into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his touch. Isaac's hands moved to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he rocked his hips up into you, his hardness teasing your wetness.

You could feel the fabric of the couch beneath you, rough against your skin as Arthur's fingers slid deeper, his thumb circling your clit with expert precision. Isaac's mouth traveled down your neck, planting kisses along the way, his breath hot against your skin. Your hips began to move in time with Arthur's hand, the friction building into a crescendo of pleasure.

“Let's switch things up," Arthur murmured, his voice thick with desire. He gently pushed you back until you were lying on the couch, his eyes never leaving yours. He knelt between your legs, his hands on your thighs, spreading them wider. "I want to taste you," he said, his gaze burning into yours.

You felt a thrill of excitement at his words, the reality of the situation hitting you like a wave. You nodded, unable to form coherent words, as Arthur's hands guided you closer to the edge of the couch. Isaac watched, his eyes hooded with lust, as Arthur leaned in, his breath hot against your center. You could feel the anticipation building, the tension in the room almost tangible.

Arthur's tongue flicked out, tasting you for the first time, and you moaned, your hips bucking upward. He chuckled, the vibration against your clit sending sparks of pleasure through your body. His tongue delved deeper, exploring you with a hunger that was both surprising and thrilling. He was so attentive, so eager to please. Isaac's hands were on your breasts again, pinching and teasing your nipples as he watched Arthur devour you.

The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of Arthur's skilled mouth and Isaac's firm grip on your body pushing you closer to the edge. You reached down, your fingers tangling in Arthur's hair, guiding him as he licked and sucked. You could feel the tension building, your muscles tightening as the first waves of orgasm began to crash over you. Isaac leaned down, his mouth finding yours as Arthur's tongue swirled around your clit, pushing you over the edge.

“Arthur, I'm going to cum," you gasped, the words barely making it past the lump in your throat. Arthur's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he redoubled his efforts. You could feel the warmth spreading through your body, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You moaned, the sound muffled by Isaac's mouth, as you came, your body shuddering with pleasure.

The two men pulled back, their gazes locked on you as your orgasm washed over you. You felt a warm glow spread through you, a sense of satisfaction that was new and exhilarating. Isaac's hand slid down to cup your face, turning it so he could kiss you again, deep and slow, as Arthur's thumb lazily circled your clit, sending aftershocks through your body.

*****

When your breathing had evened out, Isaac whispered, "Now it's our turn." He slid out from under you, standing up and unbuckling his belt. Arthur followed suit, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped out of his clothes. The sight of the two of them, fully aroused and ready, was like something out of your wildest dreams.

Without a word, you reached out and took Arthur's cock in your mouth, the velvety softness of his skin against your lips sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Isaac watched with rapt attention, his hand moving to stroke his erection as he took in the sight of you pleasuring his podcast partner. The sensation was foreign, yet exhilarating, and you found yourself eager to explore more.

Isaac knelt beside the couch, his eyes on your bobbing head as he stroked himself. His cock was thick and veined, the tip glistening with precum. You felt his hand on your thigh, his thumb brushing against your still-sensitive clit, sending shockwaves through your body. You moaned around Arthur's cock, the vibration making him gasp.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," Arthur groaned, his hand tightening in your hair.

"Arthur, she's incredible," Isaac said, his voice thick with desire. "Her mouth is magic." Arthur groaned in response, his eyes rolling back as you took him deeper, the sound of your gagging only adding to the intensity of the moment.

The praise sent a jolt of excitement through you, making you want to show them just how good you could be. You took Arthur deeper into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked with all the passion and skill that Isaac had enjoyed.

Isaac leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to make him cum so hard," he whispered, his hand sliding down to your ass, his fingers teasing your opening.

The dual sensations of Arthur's cock in your mouth and Isaac's fingers on your ass were driving you wild. You felt yourself getting wetter, your pussy begging to be filled. Isaac noticed, his hand moving to stroke your clit as he whispered more dirty words of encouragement.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval. "Take him all in. Show him how much you want this." Your eyes watered slightly as you took him deeper, the tip brushing the back of your throat. You felt a thrill of power as Isaac's hand tightened in your hair, guiding you, his breathing growing ragged. You had never done this before, but something about the moment made it feel incredibly right.

You felt Isaac's breath against your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his arousal pressing against your back, his hand still working magic on your clit. Arthur's hips began to buck, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth in a rhythm that matched the strokes of your hand. You could taste the saltiness of his precum, a hint of what was to come.

Suddenly, Arthur's body tensed, and with a guttural groan, he came. You felt the warmth of his cum fill your mouth, and you swallowed eagerly, not missing a beat. The salty taste was surprisingly delicious, a testament to the power of the moment. You pulled back, licking your lips, watching the aftermath of pleasure play out on his face. Isaac's hand slid away from your clit, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Isaac leaned in, watching with hooded eyes as you continued to pleasure Arthur, drawing out every last drop of his release.

Arthur leaned back, his chest heaving, a look of pure bliss etched on his features. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the power you had over him, the way he had lost control in your mouth. Isaac chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand tracing the line of your jaw.

You looked up at Arthur, his cock still semi-hard in front of you. "Can you go again?" you asked the question dripping with curiosity and desire. He blinked, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "For you?" he replied, his voice still thick with arousal. "Always."

Isaac chuckled, his hand guiding his erection closer to your mouth. You eagerly took him in, his taste a heady mix of desire and power. As you began to suck, Arthur's cock grew harder, the anticipation building. You felt him shift behind you, his fingers ghosting over your ass before he positioned himself at your entrance.

With a single, smooth thrust, Arthur entered you, filling you up completely. You gasped around Isaac's cock, the sensation of being filled by two men at once was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Isaac's hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as Arthur began to move, his strokes long and slow, drawing out the pleasure.

"Look at her," Isaac said, his voice filled with pride. "Taking us both like a champ."

Arthur's hand smacked down on your ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. You yelped, the sting turning into a rush of heat that only added to your arousal. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking sexy."

You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had you on the edge of another orgasm. Isaac's eyes never left yours as you took him deeper into your mouth, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, a testament to Arthur's passionate strokes.

Arthur's hand tightened on your hip, his other hand sliding around to your throat. He didn't squeeze, but the mere presence of his touch there sent a shiver down your spine. It was a silent claim of dominance, one that had your body responding in ways you didn't fully understand. You felt Isaac's cock swell in your mouth, his breathing growing ragged.

The three of you moved in a symphony of passion, each touch and stroke building upon the last. You could feel Arthur's cock twitching, his movements growing more urgent. Isaac's hand in your hair tightened, his hips jerking as he approached his climax. You could feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, Isaac's hand left your hair, his fingers sliding down to trace your cheek. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice strained. You obeyed, your eyes locking with his as he began to spurt into your mouth, filling you with his warmth. You swallowed, the salty taste of him mixing with the pleasure of Arthur's cock inside you. Isaac's eyes never left yours, the intimacy of the moment searing into your soul.

Arthur's pace quickened, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he felt his release building. He leaned over you, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking the nipple. The two men watched each other over your body, their expressions a mix of lust and possessiveness. Arthur's strokes grew more erratic, his breathing ragged. "I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice tight. You felt your orgasm building, the pressure in your core threatening to shatter you.

“Come for us," Isaac murmured, his hand sliding down to stroke your clit in time with Arthur's thrusts. The combination was too much, and with a scream that was muffled by Isaac’s mouth on yours, you came again, your body convulsing around Arthur's. He followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he filled you with his release.

For a moment, the three of you stayed like that, panting and trembling, lost in the aftermath of your shared climax. Then, Arthur withdrew, his cock glistening with your juices.

You felt boneless, your muscles turned to jelly as Arthur pulled out, his breathing ragged. Isaac helped you up, his arm around your waist as you swayed slightly. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of concern. You nodded, a lazy smile on your face, still reeling from the intensity of the experience.

The three of you stood there for a moment, panting and sweaty, the air thick with the scent of sex. Isaac leaned in to kiss you, his tongue claiming your mouth in a way that left no doubt who you belonged to. Arthur's hand rested on your shoulder, his own need for dominance sated for the moment.

*****

The three of you collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily, your bodies sticky with sweat and cum. You felt a sense of euphoria wash over you, a heady mix of satisfaction and disbelief.

“Damn, that was incredible," Arthur murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions coursing through you. You felt used in the best possible way, claimed by two men who had given you pleasure beyond anything you'd ever known.

Arthur stepped closer, his hand tracing the line of your spine as he leaned in to kiss you. "You're both incredible," you managed to say, your voice a hoarse whisper.

*****

Arthur stepped back, his desire still evident in his eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice still thick with lust. You nodded, your legs wobbly as Isaac helped you to your feet. He led you to the bathroom, the two of them following close behind. The warm water of the shower washed over you, the steam filling the room as they lathered your body with gentle, soothing strokes.

They took turns washing you, their hands gliding over your skin with a tenderness that belied the intensity of what had just happened. You felt cherished, desired, and utterly consumed by them. Isaac's hands lingered on your breasts, his thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples until you gasped. Arthur's soapy hands roamed down your back, his fingers tracing the lines of your ass before slipping between your cheeks.

You took a deep breath, feeling both sated and overwhelmed. "Guys," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I can't handle anymore tonight." You felt a twinge of regret, but your body was begging for a break from the intensity of the evening.

Isaac's arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your ear. "Sshh, baby," he soothed. "You've been amazing. We'll save the rest for another time." His words were like a warm blanket, wrapping around you and easing the tension that had built up in your muscles.

Arthur nodded in agreement, his eyes still dark with hunger, but understanding in your exhaustion. "You've done more than enough," he said, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down your spine despite your satiation. "Let us take care of you now."

When you were clean, they helped you out of the shower, wrapping you in a soft, warm towel. Isaac's arms circled you from behind, his chest pressing against your back as he kissed your neck. Arthur took the towel from you, his eyes never leaving yours as he dried you off, his touch lingering in all the right places.

They led you to the bedroom, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets. Isaac laid you down, his hands smoothing over your skin as Arthur climbed in beside you. They surrounded you, their warm bodies a comforting cocoon that seemed to chase away any lingering nerves or doubts.

You snuggled closer to Isaac, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. Arthur's hand found your thigh, his fingers idly stroking the soft skin as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. You felt safe, cherished, and more alive than you had in a long time.

You looked up at Isaac, your hand sliding up to trace the line of his jaw. He opened his eyes, the intensity in them replaced with a soft, affectionate gaze. "Thank you," you whispered, the words barely carrying across the pillow.

He smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that made your heart flutter. "For what?"

You shrugged, feeling a little shy. "For making this happen. For making it feel...right."

Isaac leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and reassuring. "You're welcome," he murmured. "Now get some rest. We've got a podcast to record tomorrow."

You chuckled, the mundane thought of the podcast a stark contrast to the erotic whirlwind of the evening. Arthur's hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair. "Sleep tight, love," he whispered, his voice thick with affection.

“I can't believe we're going to talk about this on the podcast," you said, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

“Don't worry," Isaac assured you, his thumb tracing small circles on your hip. "We're not going to spill the beans about what happened here. That's our little secret." Arthur nodded in agreement, his hand still resting on your thigh. "But we will definitely talk about the fanfics," he added with a wink.

The three of you lay there, the tension of the evening slowly unwinding. The air was still heavy with the scent of sex and desire, but now it was tempered with a warmth that was almost comforting. Isaac’s chest rose and fell steadily beneath you, his heartbeat a reassuring throb that lulled you closer to sleep. Arthur's hand continued to move in lazy circles, his breathing evening out as his eyes drifted closed.

The podcast was going to be interesting tomorrow, you thought with a small smile. But for now, you were content to bask in the afterglow of your newfound reality. This was a night that would go down in history, not just for the podcast, but for the three of you.

******

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

A/N: Let me know what you guys think my first time writing in a while, I am going to open my requests to imagines of the British YouTube scene. Let me know if anyone would be interested in that!

A/n: Big shoutout and thanks to @g-xix and @live-laugh-lenney for letting me reference and use some of their brilliant smut in this imagine

Smuts references:

Submissive ArthurTV smut

arthur loves lingerie

[avocado-writing]

hiii your bg3 writing is so *chefs kiss*

I was hoping you'd be able to write the companions' reactions to a bard!tav, giving them a private serenade one night. like they lead them to a clearing away from camp one night and there's a picnic set up and tav sings a song they wrote specifically for their love?

if all the companions is too many, could you please specifically do Halsin, Astarion, Minthara and Wyll?

oh, cute! going to give you a lute, as I think that’s easiest!

Astarion

he makes a comment about how he feels the picnic was a bit unnecessary as he can’t eat it, but you mention you’re his snack later ;)

you sit him down, pour him a glass of wine, and pull out your lute

you ask, suddenly uncharacteristically shy, if you can play him something.

he cocks his head to the side and nods.

your fingers dance across strings, and when you start to sing, he realises it’s a song about him.

you once offered to be his mirror, and tonight you repeat that. your song is about how lovely he is, in every way. how he’s handsome but kinder than he wants to admit. brave. fierce.

its the most sincere celebration of his character he’s ever heard, and by the end of it, he’s left shocked.

“oh…” “did you like it?” chewing your lip, nervous.

“it’s… you’re…” he really doesn’t have the words to convey how you’ve made him feel. so he gently takes your chin in his hand and kisses you.

the kiss gets deeper. the lute is abandoned. so, really, is the picnic. the music the two of you make then is of a different kind.

later, when he has time to come up with a suitable review, he will tell you how much it meant to him. you are his favourite musician, and he has a new favourite song.

Halsin

oh, he’s been around for a long time, but this is the first time someone’s done something like this for him.

he’s just sat in bowled-over silence as you play for him, and it is amazing. an epic ode to his life and kindness, how strong and handsome you think he is.

he comes closer as you sing, sitting right next to you. studying every inch of your face as you perform.

when you’re done, he tells you that it was the loveliest thing he’s ever heard.

“I’ve heard pods of whales singing as they meet up with their lost family… until now, it was the sweetest sound to have graced my ears.”

he gets you to repeat the song and turns into different animals to enjoy it, be it via vibrations or different ways of hearing. either way he wants to be surrounded by your music, and you.

Minthara

absolutely no idea how to respond.

she was brought up in a cutthroat world. this softness is new to her.

she remains quiet for a while as she tries to work out if you’re trying to get anything from her. is this a trick?

”oh, I’m sorry,” you say after a while when she’s just been staring. “did you not like it?”

”no. no, it was… play it again.”

you do, and she really listens to the lyrics. they’re about her beauty. how glad you are to have met her. her strength in battle and soul.

she’s exceptionally moved.

“this is… a priceless gift that you’ve given me. I have no way to repay you.” “I don’t need repayment. it was freely given.”

she kisses you, for she has no way else to thank you. you have moved her more than she thought possible.

Wyll

you play and he listens. his eyes and smile go wide.

absolutely enraptured. claps when you’re done, and cheers your performance. you laugh and bow for him.

he tells you how much you mean to him, what a sweet gift this is. how your love is his most treasured possession.

he reaches into his pocket… and takes out some paper.

“I… I know this is incredible timing but actually… I wrote you something, myself.”

and he starts to read out a poem.

oh, it is lovely. full of flowery verse, and sweet appreciations of you. all the little things which make him love you. you pick up your lute and play along eventually, and he gets into the rhythm too.

the two of you laugh at the fact that you both had the same idea! you’re so alike, so in sync.

he holds you tenderly, kisses you softly.

you end up writing many songs about your Blade. he is your perfect muse.

bonus:

Karlach bursts into tears when she hears it, and scoops you up into a big hug at the end. she’s so emotional. she can’t stop saying she loves you, she loves your song, all of it. lots of wet kisses for you.

Gale is rendered speechless for the first time he can remember. he just stares at you in adoration. he’s never had anyone love him enough to write a song about him before, and he full force of his affection for you hits him in that moment. he is smitten.

[mistkisbiggestfan]

heyyyy i just wanted t ask if you could post a part two to white lion i have reread it so many times its totally ok if you are taking a break to work on mental health or would prefer writting stuff you choose this just a silly little request (sorry i there is spelling mistakes my english isnt that good)

Pidge / Reader | White Lion - Complete rewrite - Part I

Rewrite of the fic I still have up on this blog!!

A/n: I'm back?? I think?

Words: 1221

With insomnia nothing’s real, you learn that early on, everything’s far enough to be impossible to reach. Stuck inside an endless loop, a sort of unbreakable cycle. Back then; you were not ready for failure of any kind.

As a White Paladin of Voltron your sole mission was to protect other paladins and people around you. That’s all the White Paladin was, a glorified version of a healing pod, and you hated it. Everyone neglected you, not as a friend of course, but as a valuable fighter and defender of the universe. A medic was what you were made out to be, a brute by nature and a pacifist by force, all you could do was save, even if you tried to charge into battle you were quickly pushed off – back to the sidelines. Allura told you before; each Lion has a unique bond to a specific, and only one, Paladin. Sealed by fate, with no choice, you stayed.

The only one treating you fairly was your lover, Pidge. Both young prodigies, top students of Garrison, with a heart of gold and a particularly sharp and witty comebacks. Made for each other it seemed. They actually appreciated the help they got from you during and out of battle, that was, to your dismay, cut short. As war with Galra raged on, everyone forgot about any other struggles disregarding the threat across the universe.

Soon, Pidge began to share the view about you with other paladins, bit by bit, you realized that now, not a single soul believed in you being anything else but support — You were young, skillful in this specific subject, and rather weak at first glance, but you were more than that, more than what they made you out to be.

Often, on different restless nights, you were left wondering certain things. ‘Am I just a waste to them? Keith already said that, do others agree with him? What does Pidge think?’ All loose questions tied neatly with a string of paranoia and a hint of anxiety building up.  And like that, the overthinking pursued. No one even noticed you staying out of conversations, blindly following orders, no one noticed because it was making everything so much easier. Hunk asked you at times; “Hey Y/N.. you seem quiet lately, everything alright?” But just a few words were enough to shoo him away. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m the White Paladin, remember?” You often said, but you never voiced the rest of this sentence you grew to mutter each day: “The one who is supposed to help.” And Hunk, begrudgingly, let go.

Keith outright believed you were too young and just a nuisance on the battlefield; you suspected he had something against you because you caught onto him and his feelings regarding Lance, as he, himself, wasn’t yet able to face those feelings. The thought that someone knew made him defensive. At least Lance was oblivious enough for this to not be too much of an awkward situation, from what all others knew, besides you it seemed, Lance and Keith hated each other. Or, at very least, strongly disliked each other's presence. At first, before you became a nuisance, your insomnia induced night walks roaming the Castle grounds were often guided by different team members, Shiro eased your mind by comforting, Hunk baked with you, Coran told stories of the White Paladins before you — not many, but still. Allura didn’t have to say a word, as you treasured her camaraderie dearly. Lance made a habit of beauty sleepovers, and even Keith offered you a sparring match from time to time, even though he still argued with others he disliked you greatly. At times like these, you often resided with Pidge. They had a bad habit of staying way up into the night to focus on their work, not from their insomnia, but from a severe case of workaholism.

You liked to walk into their room quietly, your own feet dragging you to their room as you hadn’t even registered. You walked all the way there, sitting down beside them as they worked away on their laptop. Without a word, passing out from exhaustion next to them, feeling safe enough to let go, even if it was only for an hour or two. Waking up tired, but not overwhelmingly lonely and disoriented, as their hand around yours grounded you like an anchor. But what times often do is change. Comfort made you weak enough to believe it’ll last forever, but with a heavy heart you realized — nothing does. Your life hit a rocky path, if it can still do that after getting dragged against your will into an intergalactic war with all hopes resting on you and other bunch of dysfunctional young adults, your insomnia got worse, getting pushed off to the sidelines too.

You were a Paladin, and with an actual bond with a Lion no less, so why were you stuck organizing missions with Allura as Coran talked your ear off? Was it stupid you were jealous of each successful mission, as they came back in glee and the thrill of winning yet another battle? Maybe. Did you still feel through it like an overwhelming blade stuck inside that twisted each time you realized you were just a backup plan? Yes. All you wanted was to prove yourself, you could be useful, really. But each time Shiro said that you’re enough, you felt as if the words hitting your ears were hollow. No one assisted your nightly walks anymore. Pidge was busy. Way more busy than you had ever seen them, there was no comfort in the galaxy you could give them for them to stop their work for even a second. Realizing that leaving them alone was the best thing you could give them, you did just that, and to your small heartbreak, you received no words addressing the fact, no complaints either. Getting as desperate as walking into the training room, in case Keith was staying up late too, you often were met with nothing. Sometimes, Keith was there, but most times your ears were met with sharp yet tired words; “You shouldn’t train this late, a medic shouldn't be half-dead each day.” And with a roll of your eyes, you often walked out.

Sometimes, you stood there a second longer, savoring the meeting, and letting the hatred built up as your mind was screaming: “I’m not just a medic! I’m a Paladin just like you!”. But in the end, you sat in that cold, and now, lonely, room of yours.

Your eyes scanning over the same wall you always faced. Tired gaze raking through the metal, dissecting it into pieces, logic you couldn’t grasp. At times like this, moments before shutting off from complete exhaustion, even you had no idea how to comprehend the drive that was pushing you at such times.

Maybe tomorrow, it’ll all make sense. Maybe tomorrow won’t be just a copy of today, which was just a copy of yesterday.

At least, tomorrow, you’ll finally go on a mission, after this whole time, which felt like eternity and a second, all too far to understand and grasp. With that thought, you had no idea what came next, as your exhausted body hit the bed.

You passed out.

Again.

[scary-event2369]

Yandere! Alien (ONE-SHOT)

I’m sick as hell rn and I just want to write. Sorry it’s been awhile TT

Never wrote something like this before so be nice but criticism is always welcome!!

Also been awhile since I wrote smut, so i apologize if it’s not good either

Content: AFAB Reader (no gendered terms used), aphrodisiac effect (alien’s saliva), sexual themes, alien dick (ikyk) oviposition (egg-laying/having eggs inside you), breeding, brief mention of blood.  P -> V. Cunnilingus.  This is a lighter yandere.  —

You headed up to your grandparents' mountain cabin, craving some alone time to clear your head and unplug. It was meant to be a chill getaway, a routine check. The cozy rustic vibes inside welcomed you, but what caught you off guard was the sight of an alien, looking totally puzzled by a simple piece of fruit. It was almost cute, but definitely not part of the plan.

It was not even a full 24-hours before you heard a loud crash outside. Your first thought was a tree possibly falling. To your surprise, there was this odd pod thing sitting there. 

You immediately wanted to call someone, but then you remembered. No service, no humans around for miles – classic mountain problems. However, your curiosity got the best of you, so you grabbed a stick and poked the mysterious pod. It hissed open, releasing a fog that revealed a towering alien.

This dude was something else. Humanoid, but not quite right. Terrifying yet strangely captivating. Pale, almost ghostly skin, cat-like features with pointy ears and weird dark marks all over. Antennas sticking out of his head and long silky smooth white hair flowing down. 

Now, a few days later, he couldn't take his eyes off an apple, completely captivated like a kid in a candy store. His long finger reached out, gently tapping it.

"Want a bite?" I interrupted his apple stare-down. He turned to me, his language sounding weird, definitely not from around here, but the guy picked up English crazy fast.

"Can eat this?" he questioned, his voice all deep and otherworldly, like trying to put words to an alien sound. I nod, “Yeah go ahead. It’s pretty tasty.”

He snatched the apple, giving it a good sniff and admiring its vibrant red hue. Hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to take a cautious bite. His eyes widened, almost sparkling with surprise. Without wasting any time, he went for another bite, a grin spreading across his face.

A little chuckle escaped me."So, what do you think? Is the apple a hit?” I asked him between giggles. His mouth was full of the apple, the juice pouring down her cheek. “Apple... good," he responded with a few mysterious words, likely compliments, before switching back to English. "Tastes like Earth. Want more."

"More apples?" I questioned, making sure. His face lit up with happiness as he nodded. I got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I grabbed more apples, including some oranges and pears for good measure. Dumping the fruity treasure on the end table, I declared, "Voila!"

He gobbled up the whole apple, even the core, and then flopped into a chair by the table. Snatching an orange, he sniffed it just like he did with the apple. A big bite, some chewing, and he declared, "Different, but good,” he mumbled with a nod. "Earth food, good." I shook my head, chuckling. "No, you can't eat the skin like that. Let me peel it for you," I said, quickly peeling it for him. "Here, give it another shot. It'll be way tastier this way." I held out the peeled orange, urging him to try it again.

He narrowed his eyes at it, unsure, then decided to take another bite. The look on his face mirrored the one he had when munching on the apple. "This is real good," he exclaimed, before launching into a stream of excited chatter in his own language. "You," he stopped to find the right word. "Smart! Lots of cool things. I wanna know more."

I flashed him a smile, saying, "Awh, thanks! I'm curious to know more about you too." We took a little pause, just locking eyes. His big, dark, almost black orbs were fixed right on me, kind of hypnotic. I turned my head and blurted out, "So, um, what else do you wanna find out?" His intense look left me a bit flustered.

I still felt his intense gaze burning into the side of my head. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and yanked me back onto the couch, plopping down beside me. I was a bit confused, but I took this as him wanting to know what this was. “Oh, this thing? It's a couch. Like a big chair, so more people fit on it," I explained.

He gave a little nod, inching closer. Those eyes were still locked onto mine, like he had something important to say but was stuck on the words. Next thing I knew, his hands were on my cheeks, squishing them, and his forehead rested against mine. Our noses touched. If you told me a few days ago that a massive alien would nuzzle noses with me and I'd just roll with it, I'd have called you nuts. However I just let it happen. Despite us knowing each other only a few days I felt a strange trust and connection to him. 

I raised an eyebrow, still kinda confused but not backing off. His fingers, long and gentle, traced my cheek, giving me a ticklish feeling. His breath brushed against my face, and he stayed quiet. “So… is this some alien custom or what?" I questioned, getting even more confused by all the physical contact. He nodded, making a small clicking noise. Then he began to say a bunch of words in his native language. I think he could notice I wasn't understanding in the slightest because he let out a huff before he kissed me quickly.

I gasped at the sudden feeling. It wasn't like any regular kiss; it was way more enjoyable, sending a tingling and numbing feeling through me. His lips still held the sweetness from the fruit we had earlier.

His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me in closer, while the other one continued to gently stroke my cheek. A warmth began to wrap around me, it was a strange feeling, but one I wasn’t pulling away from. 

I shut my eyes and leaned in, returning his kiss. A surge of warmth enveloped us, almost like a sweet paralysis. It was too irresistible to pull away.

The hold he had on the back of my neck got a bit tighter. It didn’t hurt but it was obvious he didn’t want me to pull away, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. His soft lips were intoxicating, both of our lips moving in rhythm. 

His tongue teased my bottom lip, coaxing them to open. It felt like an aphrodisiac, a warm and comforting sensation. Slowly, I surrendered as he pressed me down onto the couch, rendering me completely immobile.

Breaking away, he panted slightly, and we gazed at each other breathlessly. It felt like we were just staring at each other for hours, even though it was only a couple seconds. The warm feeling growing in my chest and stomach was growing, it was pure need.

Gasping for breath, he uttered "Xylorvex," a word in his native tongue. Pausing for a moment, thinking, he repeated, "Mate. You're mine, all mine." With that, he pressed his head against my neck, as he began to kiss and suck the skin.

The words hit me, making my face burn as he nibbled and kissed my neck. His teeth were sharp, but he tried to be gentle, though sometimes he bit too hard, making me bleed.

Yet, he was quick to lick and clean the wounds, sending a rush of arousal through me. My body went numb, and all I could feel was the strange alien's touch. His kisses left me craving more. "P-please," I stammered, desperate.

The strange creature stared at me, clearly confused. I let out a groan and pleaded, "I need more," hoping it would catch my drift. It took a while but then he nodded, finally understanding as his long fingers slowly pulled down my pants and now slicked covered underwear.

The cold air on my bare pussy made me flitch and shiver slightly. He brought one his face down and looked at it which only made me more embarrassed but aroused. After a while he brought his hand towards it, going up and down the folds, gathering more of the wetness. I let out a shaky moan and quivered slightly. I was so turned on it was almost painful. The creature watched as my pussy convulse around nothing. He slowly brought his face towards it as he began to carefully lap the folds. I cover my mouth as I let out a loud mouth. My breathing has gone heavy yet shallow as he continued licking and sucking. It was tingling in a way that caused more sensations than ever. I grabbed a handful of his hair, not knowing whether I was pulling him closer or pushing him away.

“Sweet. Like fruit,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving my cut as it dripped leaving a small pool onto the couch. He quickly went back towards it, slurping up all the arousal that poured out of me. He was mostly silent throughout this, a few clicks that I took as happiness as his half-lidded eyes switched from my pussy to my face. Luckily enough I was making enough noises for the both. It was only a matter of minutes before I felt my orgasm building full force. He began to swirl his long tongue around my clit sucking on it before going back towards my hole pushing his tongue in. “Nghh~ ah fuck~” I moaned out loudly as I came all over his face. The slick trailing down his chin as he made sure to give my pussy a few more kisses before sitting back up and looking at me. “Good?” I nodded as my chest went up and down heavily. I have never experienced anything like that before and it took a lot of the energy out of me. He smiled slightly as he then took off his pants showing his now fully erect dick, it was nothing like you have ever seen before. It was long and girthy, with the same black markings that were across his skin. It was veiny, and twitching. Despite being quiet it was obvious he was just as excited as you were. 

He slowly rubbed the entrance, gathering my slick onto his dick. I rarely had time to think before he pushed it in slowly, filling me up instantly. We both let out a moan as he bottomed out. The clicking noise became louder as he began to mumble something. He kissed my lips before he started to thrust his and wiggle inside me.

It was otherworldly, it was like his cock was perfectly morphing itself to my folds causing a sensation I couldn’t explain. The moans I let out came off as more of screams as I gripped the couch. However they were not as loud as they could be because of his sweet kisses, almost praising and encouraging me to take it.

You quickly learned that his species had a strong stamina. He was doing all sorts of positions with you, forcing orgasm after orgasm before all you could do was cry and take the pleasure. Hours later and after your nth orgasm did he finally cum. He gave his final thrusts as he shot his load inside you. The warmth filling you as you whined. You could  feel him depositing large eggs within you. Causing your belly to bulge as he cooed and petted your head.

After he laid all his eggs within you he finally put out, a clear sticky substance pooled out of your entrance as you trembled. The alien held you close as he brought you to the bed, grabbing something he thought was a towel and wiped you up.

You quickly fell passed out as he cuddled up next to you, spooning you and continuing his pats to your head. He just knew that you’ll be such a kind and loving mate for the children slowly growing inside you.

[drrden]

‘Festive’ Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader

Not a specified holiday but it is set in December. Since not everyone celebrates Christmas. :) Reader gives me second hand embarrassment in this one. Grumpy x Sunshine. Just a silly lil fic!! Fluff?

Finally. The new year is just around the corner and the city couldn't be more bustling than it currently is. Everyone seems to be in a lighter mood when it comes to the holiday season, as if a switch has flipped all of a sudden, changing the usual mundane life of a 9-5. Bright lights and bold decorations illuminate the streets, painting a serene picture of unity and mutual joy, two features of life that seem to be uncommon nowadays. Even the headquarters of DSO has been decorated to a degree, namely in your office, thanks to yourself. You're not one of the seasoned agents who frequents endeavours and missions, preferring the office environment over life-threatening circumstances. Not exactly an unpopular opinion. Regardless, the time spent in the familiarity of your city means you have access to convenience stores and store chains - all in which result in having unrestricted possibilities in how many decorations you can buy. It gets boring in the office sometimes, not something you'd expect from a Government agency, but it's all due to the fact that the majority of your colleagues are out on missions a lot. Only making rare appearances as to do mindless typing and writing away at stacks of paperwork. They often complain about the workload, which is ironic as you're faced with it five days a week, whereas with these co-workers of yours? It's about two days a week. Plus, they're not always out on missions, meaning they technically have a lot more free time to themselves then you do. Regardless, it must be due to the strain of carrying the weight of their missions that they take time for themselves by going on vacation. Apart from the one who's been bending over backwards for the Government since late 1998. Leon Kennedy. Who just so happens to be snowed in with you right now.

On the one day he decides to come into work this week, it just has to snow the most it has in five years round here. If he knew that his day was going to end up like this, then he would've snuck in his treasured whiskey flask. You, however, seem more preoccupied on admiring the view, leaving your chair and bounding over to one of the windows. Pressing your cheek against the smooth surface of the glass as you watch the blizzard run rampant across the greenery, now only coated by thick layers of snow. White and untampered with, no dents from people walking upon it, not a single imprint of a shoe, just pure snow. It's ethereal. There's no cars passing by, no people on the streets acting as the root cause of any aggravation. Seems like the earth if most beautiful when it looks like no humans inhabit it. The animals roaming freely as they make their way back to whatever makeshift shelter they call home in the forest, nestled and all snug with their family. Even just feeling the glass upon the side of your cheek makes you shiver, the cool sensation tingling down your spine. Feeling your nose and cheeks sting a little, you pull yourself away from the inviting view, instead turning back to face the office. How you would've loved to have just gone out there and built a snowman. Inwardly noting to do so later, you take the moment to admire the decorations. Tinsel seems to be a favorite, placed delicately along the edges of each person's desk, all in different colors. There's a faint rustling sound which catches your attention, and your gaze flickers over to the culprit of making said sound. Ah. Of course, it's Leon. You're the only two stuck in this room together. Lately, he's been less corny and more capricious, prone to murmuring to himself about needing a vacation. Both of you aren't exactly two peas in a pod. Doesn't mean you don't get along. After all, opposites attract.

The call of your name causes you to regain focus, and you raise an eyebrow in silent intrigue. "What's up?" You ask, tone light-hearted as you seem to be fuelled by the uplifting aura of winter. To be met with a more distant voice, the words of someone who's a lot less eager to be here than you are. "...How are you so damn happy about being snowed in like this?" A valid question from Leon, since he seems to be considering the downside of things, such as how you're going to get home tonight if there's no possible way of getting your car on a road full of snow. Debating it for a moment, you chew absentmindedly on your bottom lip before shrugging. "Just makes it feel like winter. Nice and cozy, y'know?" The filler word being used as a question just makes it seem like you're implicitly asking for the approval and agreement of him. To be fair, it's only natural as you don't seem to agree on much. With a drawn out sigh, Leon shakes his head and murmurs something to himself before continuing. Might as well not go through the day with prolonged silence almost suffocating the two of you. "I'm surprised you're just a fan of winter. You remind me of summer - like summer itself was made into a person." Quirking a brow, you offer a still encouragement for him to resume. And he does. "You find the positivity in any situation. For goodness' sake, you could be dying and you'd take the time to appreciate the sunset, or some whimsical shit like that." Sure, he's bitter and he just doesn't get you. When he was younger he withheld a similar notion that there's always a brighter side to things, but that quickly faded after Raccoon City and only seemed to continue the older he got. There's years of unresolved trauma plaguing the poor guy. It just seems to be a lot worse as of late. Which is why he's taken to drinking.

"You're like fall." You declare all of a sudden, the words tumbling out of your lips before you can prevent them from doing so. "People miss summer when fall comes. Like it's a harsh aftertaste following a sweet drink. But some prefer that sharp sting on their taste buds." Leon frowns in response, voice dropping to a low murmur. "I don't get what you're saying here. Did you plan a monologue or somethi-" The question is cut short as you carry on, "Fine. Maybe I'm using a bit too much hyperbole but what I'm getting at is that seasons, like people, are different. But they all make up the year, just how you and I are making up half of this office right now." Not sure what provoked you entirely to go off on such a tangent about the two of you being polar opposites, you take a moment to catch yourself. Maybe it's your belief in the world being good that's caused you to suddenly be a spokesperson for humanity and respecting each other. Cringing to yourself, you attempt to reign in the drama and dumb it down. "I find positivity. You don't. That's that." Followed by a shrug of nonchalance, maybe that'll seal the deal of the idea that you haven't just pulled some Pinterest quotes out of nowhere. You know he has issues and all you've ever wanted to do is help him with them. Maybe you've come across as someone who's more pitiful than sympathetic. He's probably going to hate you after all of this. "Huh. I guess you're right." Leon responds after the several moments of quietness, and you figure that this is the closest he'll get to talking about his problems. Pacing over to the window, he overlooks the frosty sight of the warm city. "Never really liked fall, but..." Leon speaks, tired blue eyes staring blankly. "...Maybe it isn't that bad."

[cal-flakes]

╰┈➤ mean!rafe’s confession

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, underage drinking, drug use.

summary: this was a request, courtesy of @sublimepenguinpeach-blog. <33

the kook prince, rafe cameron, was the human epitome of a stone in your shoe. no matter how many times you think you’ve got rid of it, it just keeps coming.

living in outerbanks and growing up on an island seems like paradise to outsiders, but it wasn’t any different than living on the mainland. the social divide between pogues and kooks was the worst amongst the young adults and teenagers living there. it it was that same divide, that brought their friendship to a dramatic end.

y/f/n and rafe cameron were inseparable through childhood, true partners in crime. where one went, the other was never far behind.

they were two peas in a pod. they explored every inch of the island together, they hid their first sip of alcohol together, their first cigarette together. that was until highschool.

in tenth grade, y/n met a boy called pope heyward, who introduced her to a group of pogues. unsurprisingly, they were nothing like rafe had said they were.

but thats where things became a bit rocky between her and her bestfriend. she started hanging out with pope and his friends a lot more, she went fishing with them, got stoned with them.

she didn’t see the issue, they were good, kind people, albeit a little crazy sometimes, but it matched her own craziness completely.

little did she know, there was a deep, burning hatred growing in rafe cameron’s chest, ignited everytime he saw her with them. it wasn’t hatred for her however, but the pogues. he felt like they had stolen something that belonged to him, ripping it away from underneath his feet before he could notice.

with this, rafe threw himself into the full kook life, collecting all the traits of a typical asshole as he claimed his rightful place in the pecking order. he was the prince, without a princess.

it wasn’t until the annual bonfire that she completely snapped.

y/n and the band of pogues gathered around the edge of the bonfire, laughing amongst themselves as thick clouds of burning cannabis smothered them.

she was wrapped in a blanket, facing the fire, while she nursed a can of beer. she loved the bonfire, the one time everyone on the island came together, leaving behind their prejudice thoughts of eachother.

she never claimed to be either a pogue or a kook, she danced across the two, having friends in all corners of the outerbanks.

hoots and hollers erupted from the rocks above them as the kook trio arrived, sneering down at those situated below them.

rafe, topper and kelce were the worst of the worst, or so john b had once said to her. she didn’t believe him however. well, that being said, y/n did not like topper and kelce at all, she thought they were bad influences on rafe. although, she’s sure he’d say the same about the pogues.

she couldn’t help but feel a tug on her heart strings as she watched the three boys, eyes landing on rafe.

he didn’t seem himself, his once neatly gelled head of hair was now dishevelled as it fell into his face. and the constant furrowed brows a sign he was holding a lot of stress.

a snigger caught her ear just before pope let out a yelp, an empty beer can having hit him in the shoulder.

she glared between the can, now on the floor, and rafe. she knew exactly who’d done it, yet the reason why was unknown.

the anger inside her was passed it’s boiling point, and this was her chance.

her chance to find out what the hell happened to her rafe cameron, the boy that used to make treasure maps with her and hide sea glass around the house for her to find.

she removed the blanket around her furiously, shoving it into pope’s hands as she leapt from her crouched position.

y/n disappeared through the crowd of bodies and made her way to the top of the rocks from the back. stomping through the mess littered on the ground, she shoved rafe from behind.

an orchestra of ooh’s filled the air between them as he turned to face her, jaw clenched. “what the fuck are you doing?” he spat, looking down at her as she squared up to him. “no rafe, what the fuck are you doing? what the hell is your problem?”

as he went to answer, topper intercepted, puffing out his chest as he stood in front of the small girl.

she broke into sarcastic hysterics at his demeanour, somewhat flattered by his attempt to intimidate her. “is this supposed to scare me?” she mocked, gesticulating towards him.

toppers ego deflated slightly as rafe pushed him back towards kelce, knowing who’d come out on top if his friend was to go for her.

y/n was feisty, she had never once backed down from an altercation, no matter who it was. rafe could remember a few of the countless times he’d had to pull her away before she could lunge at the unlucky victim.

he blamed himself for that sometimes, he was the one who had taught her to defend herself. they’d play fight and wrestle in the garden all the time, not stopping until both had tapped out atleast twice.

“top, take it easy man, i got this..” rafe spoke in a chill tone, dragging her away from the large numbers of people watching the argument.

she struggled against his grip as he pulled her further into the trees, out of sight from everyone else.

“so are you going to tell me?” he sighed, a hint of cockiness on his tongue. “tell you what, asshole?” she seethed.

“tell me what the fuck your problem is!” he shouted, closing in on her. “my problem? you really wanna know why my problem is?” she shrieked, eyes crazed. “yes! please, enlighten me y/n, what the hell is your problem?”

she had reached the end of her tether with rafe, he dropped her out of thin air, leaving her behind to wonder what she had done that was so god awful, for her to deserve such horrible treatment from her bestfriend.

“my problem…” she whispered, gathering courage. her hands shook violently as she met his prying eyes. “my problem rafe, is that you, my bestfriend in the whole wide world, could treat me so awfully out of the blue, that you could cause me so much pain and heartbreak and never tell me why, that you could take out your hatred for pogues on my friends, infront if me!” she wailed, hot tears cascading down her cheeks.

his glare softened, watching as the tears on her face fell, or more specifically, fell for him. he never bothered to think about how she felt, having been blinded by such hatred for her friends, he never considered what he was doing to her.

“i-i…” rafe stumbled over his words, struggling to get them out as they rushed to the back of his throat.

“spit it out then!” she snapped, waiting impatiently to finally hear whatever crime she had committed.

“because i fucking love you!” he yelled, causing her to freeze. “i fucking adore you y/n! and i always have! and-and those pogues took you away from me, my y/n, they turned you against me when i wasn’t looking!” he rambled, the words falling out of his mouth before he could catch them.

a shaky breath escaped her as she stared at him. “ please don’t say something you don’t mean rafe..” she whispered, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand.

her heart paced rapidly, she’d never have seen this coming, yet it’s what she’d wanted to hear for so long.

“i do mean it! why would i lie? y-you think I would’ve gone out of my way to find the prettiest sea glass for you when we were 13? you think i would’ve brought you flowers in ninth grade when you broke your arm? do you think i would’ve done any of that for you if I didn’t absolutely worship the fucking ground you walk on?” he bellowed frantically.

before he could continue, she placed a soft finger to his lips, shutting him up.

“wh-what are you doing?” he pleaded, preparing himself for the final blow.

“kiss me, rafe�� she sighed, tears having dried away. his brows furrowed once more, looking at her as though he’d misheard.

groaning in anticipation, she balance on the ball of her foot as she leaned up to meet his lips, pulling him down to meet her halfway.

their lips connected with such passion, it was almost forceful, each had waited so long for this, yet the other never even knew.

his hand reaches into her hair, tangling his fingers as the other roamed her waist, yearning for closeness.

she smiled breathlessly into the kiss, pushing him backwards into a tree before he grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up. she cupped his face as neither wanted to let go, the kiss so frantic and desperate.

pulling away, a string of saliva remained between them as they beamed at one another.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that..” he chuckled, out of breath.

“you’re telling me!”

[malobo-wolf]

Found Family AU:

Barnius' Prologue

(Trigger Warning // Blood and Injury with one of the panels)

Barnacles had been alone at the Octopod for a while as everyone else was needed for a mission in one way or another.

Kwazii is with Calico Jack treasure hunting,

Peso is with Natquik giving checkups to all his penguin family back in Antarctica,

Dashi is cave exploring with Ryla,

Shellington is on a research expedition with Pearl,

Tweak and Bud is repairing Ranger Marsh’s station in the Everglades,

Professor Inkling went out with Min to map out an area somewhere in the Amazon Rainforest,

Tunip and the Vegimals are helping Selma tend to her plants,

And Paani is researching water samples from the melting glaciers in Iceland accompanied by tracker who’s birdwatching.

After their report, none of them seemed to be in need of any assistance, this left Barnacles with nothing to do in the Octopod especially since most of the crew won’t be back for at least a week. Out of boredom and feeling like he needs something to do, he decides to go out on patrol.

On his way back after the patrol, the Gup-A accidentally gets its lamp tangled with a fishing line, unable to stop in time, he heard a snapping sound and decided to surface and investigate. There he found a polar bear who has a striking resemblance to him, only differing from the eye color, The polar bear too was surprised to see him.

The two polar bears introduced themselves to each other with Barnacles finding it uncanny that even Barnius’ name sounds similar to his. Noticing Barnius’ mannerism, he was overly welcoming and optimistic as if he was the first person he’d talked to in years. Barnacles tried to apologize for breaking his fishing rod which Barnius immediately forgave him for and said that he could always just repair it. Still feeling guilty, Barnacles offered to give him some kelp cakes and fish biscuits until Barnius could fix his fishing rod.

Ever since that event, Barnacles would often visit Barnius in his boat and getting to know each other more and more, and since the rest of the crew wouldn’t be back for a while, this was Barnacles’ routine until they return. During their time together they realized that apart from their identical appearances, they also share the same hobbies and generally have a lot in common and their only other difference that separates them is their personalities, with Barnacles being more confident and serious while Barnius is more timid and mellow.

Barnius expressed how he’s been having trouble with food lately as there aren’t many fish or islands to gather food from. Barnacles shares the same problem with his crew that although they have the garden pod, it would be nice to have more sources of food just in case, especially since the food they make is both needed by them and the creatures they encounter as well. They have a solution, however, there is currently a problem they’re trying to resolve. Though Barnacles immediately changed the subject.  Noticing his discomfort, Barnius dropped the subject as well.

After a week passed, the crew eventually finished all their missions and returned to the Octopod. Thankfully, throughout their missions, nothing came up that would cause an Octoalert. but unfortunately, something else was upon them. From the storm tracker, Dashi mentioned that a huge storm is moving quickly towards their direction, Barnacles noticed that it would also mean that Barnius will be hit by it, and even if he moves now, he won’t be able to outrun it. Taking the Gup-A, he rushed to Barnius’ boat.

It was a little late by the time Barnacles found Barnius, his boat was thrown ashore by a huge wave and was broken in half. He found Barnius not far from the destroyed boat, heavily injured but awake. Barnacles immediately picked him up, calling the peso and the rest of the crew to prepare the medical bay. From there, Barnacles brought Barnius to the Gup-A and rushed back to the Octopod. Barnius, feeling safe in the Gup-A with Barnacles and unable to tolerate his injuries, lost consciousness during their travel.

Due to losing consciousness Barnius doesn’t remember much, regardless he’s still grateful for Barnacles rescuing him. After a few weeks, Barnius eventually recovered from his injuries, he’s still a bit lost on what to do since with his boat gone, he doesn’t have any other place to live in. Barnacles kept reassuring him that things would be alright and that he had an idea for where he can live but he’s keeping it a secret for now, claiming that he should fully recover first. During his time in the Octopod, Barnius got to meet new people in Barnacle’s crew, they kept him company until he fully recovered.

One of the Octonauts that approached Barnius was professor Inkling. Professor Inkling revealed that he was the founder of the Octonauts, and wanted to inquire on whether Barnius is interested in joining them. Surprised, Barnius couldn’t hold out his excitement, however, he was immediately overcome with worry explaining that he didn’t think he had what it takes to become an Octonaut. Inkling reassured him that he does have what it takes and that anyone can become an Octonaut as long as they put the effort into become one. With that Barnius accepted, happy to not only have a renewed purpose but also have new friends that he can work with.

Barnius was surprised when he saw the ship he was going to be working on from now on, it was huge, it was as big as the Octopod, if not bigger. Barnacles explained that they originally intended to just have his boat repaired, but now that he’s joining the Octonauts, they thought that it would be a great idea to make him the captain of their new ship, the Octoark. When he asked about his boat, Barnacles said that it was in the Octoark’s launch bay which shocked Barnius even more thinking that his boat which he considers large can comfortably sit inside the ship. When Barnius expressed his worries about being the captain of such a large ship, both Barnacles and Inkling reassured him that he’ll do fine especially since Barnacles plans on becoming his mentor to teach him how to be a captain.

With that said Barnius was not able to keep his emotions hidden, his happiness poured in, and he pulled both Barnacles and Inkling for a hug, thanking them for the opportunity they gave him. Both Barnacles and Inkling also showed their happiness for having Barnius be a part of their team. And from here on out the Octonauts have two captains, one above and below the ocean waters.

Resolving some (Possible) plot holes.

The Octoark was planned and started being built before Barnius even arrived.

The Octoark has a large farm and was the solution to their food problem as well as other facilities needed by the Octonauts.

Before Barnius arrived, the Octoark was crewless although some roles can be taken by the vegimals and some of the Octoagents, the main problem was it lacked a captain.

Barnacles, being the only captain at the time was also the only candidate, however he didn’t want to be transferred to the Octoark since he’s too attached to the Octopod (hehe barnacles pun). Hence his discomfort with talking about it. Barnius was the solution to his problem, he just didn’t know it yet until he joined them.

This is my first time writing a story, recommendations on how I can improve are welcome.

[lailoken]

Rejoicing a Treasure Conserved

As some of you may know, I am currently dealing with an especially difficult Faerie Physic case right now—possibly my most vexing to date—and it has taken a lot out of me. Between this work, and my paying work that I still have to keep up with to make a living, I have been burning the candle at both ends. In this time of stress and danger, I felt strongly compelled to turn to my chief Herbal Ally—the Ghost Pipe.

Despite the population of Ghost Pipes that I spent years stewarding in a devotional capacity being entirely depleted last year in what I believe was an unethical foraging harvest, I felt a strong call to revisit the site and look for any plants that may have managed to survive somehow.

After making my way to the forested site mentioned above, I began my search along all the places I previously saw colonies growing, but dishearteningly, I found nothing. Finally, I remembered the time a year ago that I felt called to spread seeds from the previous year's pods along areas that I intuitively felt would support Ghost Pipe cultivation. At the time, I didn't realize how fortuitous this act of sowing would be, as it was only a few months later that the area was ecologically divested. Remembering this, I went to a particular spot that I remember spreading an especially large amount of seed powder in, and I was literally choked up to discover, not only a young colony of Ghost Pipes just beginning to peak their heads above the soil, but a small snailshell (which have an especially powerful and longstanding role in my tradition as Fae Omens of the wild).

After lowering myself to the ground in worship and offering up prayers of gratitude and joy, I carefully concealed the area with bracken ferns and marked it with a subtle arrangement of sticks that I implanted in a nearby mound of earth. As a lovely bonus, I stumbled upon a small patch of Gnome Plants while marking the area for later notice—with these plants often showing up in my Craft as meaningful Fae Omens in their own right.

I will be returning often to check on and nurture this population of nacent Ghodt Pipes, as well as doing whatever I can to conceal and protect it.

[mieanme]

Merman x Siren au

Hualian - (Part VIII)

First part: PART I

Previous part: PART VII

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Xie Lian honestly hates how fast time passes when he needs to come up with something to please someone. Whether it's any type of gift or 'scrap commission', he always has a hard time deciding on what is going to be the best for someone and if it's not going to disrespect them in any way.

It's even worse now, when he's trying his best to think of anything that would serve as payment for the algae. The siren helped him a lot, so it's a big deal to treat him as he deserves. All in all, the siren's anger is the last thing Xie Lian needs nor wants.

However, the more he thinks, the less ideas he gets. As San Lang himself said, the pod doesn't have anything that would be of any value to him, so it seems almost impossible for Xie Lian to come up with anything.

After a few days he decides to just go with his first idea - if merpeople have nothing to offer, then maybe San Lang would be satisfied with something that came from humans! The creatures of the land lose all types of things underwater, so as a trash collecting merman, Xie Lian has gathered quite an amount of those actually interesting and useful things through the years.

He goes throughout his entire collection of scrap he considers valuable and picks some of his most treasured things, wanting to give only the best out of the best to the siren. He puts it on a thick cloth and wraps it to form a bag and after that he waits until it gets dark to sneak out of the mers' territory yet again.

It takes only a few minutes for him to hear the characteristic rambling clicks right behind his back, when he tries to manoeuvre between the smallest, unoccupied caves on the outskirts of the capital.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Xie Lian stops in place, dropping his shoulders and grinning as he turns around to face Feng Xin.

The other merman has his arms crossed on his chest, waiting for his friend's answer. His brown tail swings calmly, but what gives away his building up anger are the little twitches of his fin. He cocks his eyebrow when Xie Lian stumbles on his first few clicks.

"Well, I, you, I, uh, um—," he struggles to come up with a valid excuse for wandering around at night without notice. Again.

However nothing comes to his mind, so he just deflates with only a sigh.

Feng Xin's expression suddenly changes, when he notices the bag Xie Lian carries on his back. Xie Lian certainly does not expect his friend to turn from anger to fear in only a few seconds.

"You're... not trying to get away from the pod... Are you?" The bigger merman asks cautiously. "Has someone bullied you again? We've told you to come to us, if there's something happening! Do you not trust us to take care of it anymore? What happened?"

Xie Lian's eyes widen at the questions and he instantly feels guilty.

"No, no! It's not like that, I swear!" He waves his hands furiously to deny anything Feng Xin came up with, which leads him to almost dropping the bag with scraps for the siren. "I'm not getting away forever or anything! I'm just..."

He knows he cannot tell Feng Xin where he's going, because 1) the other merman will certainly not allow that, 2) he doesn't want anyone to know in the first place. However, in the current situation, how can he even excuse himself?

"Just tell me already. Are we not friends after all?" Feng Xin pressures although he doesn't mean to do so. It's just his worry and not him trying to take advantage of the "we're friends" card, Xie Lian knows him too well.

"I just need to get away from the capital for a few days. Just... A breather, you know?" Xie Lian tries, but Feng Xin doesn't seem convinced. "Nobody bullied me, I swear. Ruoye just happened to show me a coral reef that got super littered and it's going to take a while to get it all cleaned. And after the algae thing, I feel like everyone I come across looks at me as if I were a criminal, so... I just want to take a break for a while. Ruoye is going to accompany me for sure, so you don't have to worry!"

"Then I will go with you and help," Feng Xin clicks immediately, to Xie Lian's surprise and terror. "The merpeople who had fallen ill are already getting back on track, so those who took up their positions for a while are back in their guarding and hunting jobs as well. I can take a few days off and accompany you. It will sure be faster if it's the two of us."

That's exactly what I want to avoid, Feng Xin!

"No, really, I will go on my own! I'm the one in charge of cleaning up! Besides, it would be great if you could watch over my cave when I'm gone! I recently planted a new algae species and it needs a little extra care! It would be super helpful if you could do that!" Xie Lian waves his hands, spilling up nonsense after nonsense.

It's true that he has a new plant, but it could probably survive even in the total darkness of an oceanic trench! With Xie Lian's luck, no other plant could grow in his surroundings either.

"But... I have no idea how to take care of plants," Feng Xin says, dumbfounded. However, Xie Lian is already setting off, not wasting even a second of the confusion he managed to create.

"Then you can ask Mu Qing on my behalf! He has a hand for plants! Anyway, see you in a few days!" He exclaims, getting away from his friend.

It seems he managed to come out victorious of that encounter, since Feng Xin neither yells after him nor follows. It's probably thanks to the comment about Mu Qing - the other merman is probably still contemplating how in the Seven Seas would he be able to ask him specifically for help. Xie Lian sighs in relief, leaving the capital and swimming in the wrong direction at first to deceive any eyes that might be watching him. Only after a while he turns to his actual destination.

This time it takes him a lot less time to reach the algae forest and, finally, the oceanic trench. It might be because he already knows the way or because he... doesn't feel any fear at all, unlike the few days prior.

He is a little nervous though. He's not sure the siren is going to like any of the things he has brought, but he cannot back down now, can he? If San Lang doesn't find anything he has to offer worth keeping, Xie Lian will simply look for something else and eventually pay the siren back!

With those thoughts and unusual enthusiasm, he comes closer to the trench and looks around.

"San Lang?" Xie Lian clicks quietly, as if he really didn't want the siren to hear him. He reflects immediately and calls for him again, louder. "San Lang!"

However, nothing happens. The siren is nowhere to be seen.

'What should I do now?" Xie Lian asks himself. 'I haven't thought this through after all..."

He doesn't dare to cross the trench and wander deeper into San Lang's territory. Although he has a great reason to try and seek the creature there, it feels extremely rude. Xie Lian doesn't want to bring the siren's anger on himself after all.

After a while, he decides to swim to the edge of the trench and wait there. And then, just as he makes his mind and starts moving, he suddenly feels someone's presence.

Xie Lian abruptly turns around and lets out a quiet click of surprise when he sees the siren right underneath him. They're within an arm's distance, even though Xie Lian was certain he's alone here just a moment ago. The red-scaled creature looks at him from below, so the merman guesses that San Lang must have emerged from the trench when he lost focus.

"Hello, little merman. Did I scare you?" The siren greets him in that deep, chilling tone. However, Xie Lian doesn't feel even slightly threatened.

Maybe he has already lost his mind?

"San Lang, no! Not at all! I was just caught by surprise!" Xie Lian exclaims, happy that his wrinkle of staying or wandering has been resolved. "Good thing you showed up! I didn't want to bother, so I wanted to just wait for you here, but you came almost immediately, ha ha!"

The siren's smile widens into something slightly dangerous, almost a predatory smirk.

"How could I not come when this little merman called my name?"

Xie Lian cannot help but feel a little embarrassed. He smiles back sheepishly. Just in time he remembers why he even came here.

"Right!" He clicks too loud yet again, reaching out for the bag of valuable things he has brought. "I collect... pretty items I find in the ocean!" He says, watching as the siren's curiousity picks up. He decides to leave out the part where he collects trash though. It doesn't really sound good to offer someone scrap after all. "Some of them come from humans and are very useful, so I thought they might be to your liking. Come, come, I will lie everything down on the sand and show you!"

San Lang doesn't question him and follows.

Xie Lian opens the cloth and picks up the first item.

"This one would be great in the darkness! If you tap here, it creates light, like a little sun! Look," Xie Lian demonstrates, turning on the flashlight. He's careful not to flash the siren's eye. After all, he probably has a lot more sensitive vision than merpeople. "You probably see well in the darkness, but this can save some effort! It runs out of the light after some time though, so I personally save it for emergencies."

He doesn't dare to look back at San Lang in case the siren would look disappointed. Quickly, he picks up another item, carefully setting down the already switched off flashlight.

"This one is a little tricky, but I really like it! As you can see, it's like a knife, but has a few different blades and others! You can switch them up like this, and with this ending you can cut the algae effortlessly! I always had a hard time getting rid of tangled nets and so on, but this is my glorious saviour! I'm not sure about the use of these two endings, probably something only useful on land..." Xie Lian gets lost in his words as he shows San Lang the all-purpose knife with different endings that can serve as not only a blade, but also scissors, fork or even a tiny hammer.

He goes over all the things he has brought and only after he's done he realizes he has started yapping like a madman. However, the siren hasn't cut in on him at any point, and when Xie Lian finally looks over at him, San Lang only offers him a smile.

"So... do you want to take any of this?" Xie Lian finally asks with big eyes.

However, his excitement and hope deflates as soon as the siren speaks up.

"No."

Xie Lian thinks for a second that the creature is joking, taking into account his insincere smile that is probably more of a habit than mockery towards the merman, but even after a short while San Lang doesn't go back on his word.

"W-what do you mean? Really? Not... not even one thing?"

Xie Lian was certain the siren was listening to him because he was interested! The totally negative response is not what he expected.

"I don't need any of these, so why would I take those from you, when you can put them into better use than me?" San Lang responds, leaving the merman speechless.

Even if he has a point, it's still a little bit discouraging. That's not how Xie Lian wanted this meeting to go!

"Then... What would you like to receive? I don't think I can come up with a better idea than human stuff, since you stated there's nothing my pod can provide to satisfy you."

He can't help but sound a little pretentious. He's just disappointed in himself for not bringing even one item that's up to San Lang's taste, not to mention a thing that the siren would find useful.

The siren doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he starts swimming, his long tail gracefully following his toned body. Xie Lian at first thinks he's going to approach him, but right before him the siren changes his route and slowly swims behind the merman's back.

"What would I like to receive, you're asking?" The creature clicks, almost mockingly. Xie Lian can feel the water around them following the siren's movement, but he doesn't dare to turn around, feeling as he really shouldn't. "The answer is simple. What I want is..."

San Lang gets closer to him, his front almost touching Xie Lian's back. One of his strong hands seizes the merman's waist, when the other one gently makes its way through Xie Lian's hair to pet his cheek. His tail fin mischievously brushes under the merman's chin as he speaks right into Xie Lian's ear.

"...you."

Hi hi~ Hello! Another longer part, hope you liked it! ^*^ Thanks for your support, guys! (I hate it that you can't respond to a reblog, like, why TT) Lemme know your thoughts as always and see you next week!

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Next part: PART IX

[gilverrwrites]

thank you for answering my ask!!! i love what you had to say about captain cold omg, i agree so endlessly! he’s the perfect daddy imo—always takes such good care of his baby because he understands every inch, nerve, and tendon of them so deeply 🫶

No thank you for sending the ask and giving me the oppertunity to yap about good ol' Snart. I just know he'd love knowing he could make you weak and that you'd jump at the chance.

Len is the kinda guy who will stop you from getting mugged at night, walk you home, lecture you about being safe while simultaneously hitting on you. When you get back to your place, invite him in. He'll act all gentlemanly about it at first cause he thinks it's the right thing to do but he's been itching to jump your bones since got a good look at you. He will give you the ride of your life, and be gone by morning.

Then he'll show up at your door a few nights later like he didn't steal your coffee pods and all the change off the counter the last time he was there. And that's it, he's yours now. Like a stray cat. He's absent a lot, and he's shit at calling, but he treats you right. When he's home he treats fucks you soooo good. So good that you forget how mad you were that he left again.

An he's prideful in a way. Like, he knows he shouldn't bring you into that world, but he's gotta show you off a little, like your a sack of money or a diamond necklace, a beatiful piece of treasure he can point at when he's drinking with the boys and be like 'That one's mine. Ain't they real nice? Yeah. Hands off." 💖

Out of the gear, obvi. He'd never want the public/Flash to catch wind of his baby, but he trusts his rogues.

[mononijikayu]

time after time ━ gojo satoru.

He could feel the warmth of the sun as he and his beloved darling laid onto their backyard to sit upon the white brim chairs, while his lover read aloud to him. He could remember laying down in the grass with him, during a meteor shower as they embraced and spoke of the most useless things and marveling at the wonder that they are living a dream - being able to have the opportunity to see those wide skies.

note: i wrote this, remembering that december 24th was when satoru gojo faced sukuna and got nerfed by gege akutami. GEGE WHEN I GET YOU GEGE??? anyway, happy christmas &lt;3

Genre: Astronaut AU, Interstellar-esque;

Warning/s: Angst, Hurt and No Comfort, Death, Grief, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Marriage, Mentions of Space, Mention of Technology Failure, Possible Trigger to Astrophobia;

masterlist

play: time after time by margaret whiting

IT WAS HARD TO WATCH WHAT WAS HAPPENING. But it was even harder to comprehend that there was no more hope. Whatever he did, Gojo Satoru knew that the chances of survival were too good. As he peered through the glass of the oxygen meter, there was give or take five or ten minutes left of oxygen. Maybe even less than that.

The power station malfunctioning, soon enough going out of action, would not be able to tell. Satoru was certain that it was as if time had taken to slowing down on its own. Life flashed before his eyes as he pushed through the miniscule halls and into the outer chamber, where the escape pod readied for a venture for survival. 

He looked through the pod, making certain that the sleeping form within was still in the state of slumber. Satoru didn’t want to wake his lover up, he wished they wouldn’t wake up until the pod had already left. That’s all he could ask for. After all, Gojo Satoru did not have the heart to say goodbye.

As Satoru struggled to grapple with the harsh reality unfolding before him, the enormity of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders. The dimly lit chamber, once filled with the hope of escape, now seemed like a confined space echoing the impending doom. Time itself appeared to slow down, each passing second carrying the weight of irreversible consequences.

He bit his lip, turning away as he tried to not let the tears fall. Satoru had always joked that he would not cry at partings. He’s never one to be willing to let his tears fall. They loved his smile more than anything. He knew that too well. He took a deep breath, gathering all the strength he had left in him.

Nodding his head, he looks at his lover with all the devotion that stemmed from his soul. He looked at them, as though they were everything he could ever dreamed of. As if they were all that sustained whatever is left of his being. His lover was life itself to Satoru. This was all he could ever have, this parting. He cherished each millisecond as though they were the treasure of the world. 

The white haired man couldn't shake off the bitter irony that lingered in his mind. Memories of his youth, spent in the embrace of his wonders of the universe and beyond. All the knowledge of his training had come through to him in fragmented pieces. During their training, they were assured that the escape pod would have little use.

There would be no need for it, rather it was precautionary. A chance of one to thousands of impossibilities. Gojo Satoru, with unwavering confidence, had embraced this belief. He had no reason to distrust those that had more knowledge in the infinity and limitless than he. Yet, little did he know that this conviction would become the bitter catalyst for their undoing.

The experts and the scientists who had designed the now-crumbling spaceship had boasted proudly of its indestructibility. Their vessel was hailed as impervious, capable of withstanding any cosmic debris that dared to threaten it.

The advancements in technology, the pinnacle of human achievement, had seemingly fortified their journey into the vast unknown. Yet, in the silent void of space, reality unfolded with merciless clarity. He can no longer contact them. But Satoru was certain that they could not offer any other remedies now. 

Technology, for all its progress, couldn't defy the fundamental truth of existence—nothing is truly reserved from destruction, and nothing can endure forever. The spaceship, once deemed the most indestructible, the most invincible of its kind, now succumbed to the relentless forces that governed the cosmos.

As the vessel disintegrated, it served as a stark reminder that even the most advanced creations of humankind were subject to the relentless passage of time.

The echo of history reverberated through Satoru's thoughts as he remembered the tragic tale of the Titanic. His lover had shared this piece of history during their shared days in the dormitories with fellow trainees at the space center. They often borrowed books from the space center’s library.

Often, they brought it back and read it to him and Suguru. At rare times, Shoko would come by and share a smoke with them. Satoru enjoyed the tone of his lover’s voice, narrating days gone by. Even the sound of their voice as they read through tragedy, he treasured it all. 

The voice of his lover echoed hauntingly in Satoru's mind, a relentless loop that reverberated against the confines of the escape pod. The imagery painted by their words unfolded like a vivid scene—a moonless night, an unforgiving sea, and the chilling embrace of hopelessness in the dark. The parallels between their current plight and the tragic history of the Titanic became an inescapable reality.

The hubris that had surrounded the belief in the Titanic's strength now cast a long shadow over Gojo Satoru's thoughts. The ship, deemed incredibly infallible, had dared to challenge the heavens and the mysteries beyond. It had arrogantly positioned itself as greater than the enigma of life itself.

As Satoru grappled with the impending doom of their own spaceship, he found himself drawn back to a time when he, too, had dismissed the notion of facing a catastrophic fate.

The echoes of shared laughter and camaraderie reverberated in Satoru's mind as he confronted the undeniable truth—their spaceship, once believed to be beyond the vulnerabilities of the past, now succumbed to the harsh realities of the cosmos. The comfort derived from the confidence in technological progress now stood shattered, replaced by the cold, unforgiving expanse of space that surrounded the escape pod.

As the remnants of their once-invincible spaceship drifted away, Satoru found himself grappling with the harsh reality that their journey had become a poignant testament to the consequences of blind faith in the face of the unknown. The escape pod, once an afterthought in their preparations, now bore the weight of their diminishing hopes—a fragile vessel adrift in the cosmic sea.

The memories of reassurance that Satoru had offered to his lover resurfaced. They had been each other's longest friends since youth, their bond stretching across shared dreams and countless hours of training. Satoru's conviction that there was nothing to fear had been a source of solace for his friend turned lover. It was a belief rooted in the collective dedication of years spent in rigorous training, relentless work, continuous learning, and dedicated study.

The commitment extended beyond personal aspirations; it was a collective endeavor for the betterment of humanity. Their sacrifices, the toil, the shared vision—they were all invested in the pursuit of excellence. The pursuit of adventure, of exploration. Of seeing the stars from where they sat in the vast vacuum of space. His lover smiled at the thought of doing it together.

Hand in hand, The exchange of love for the sight of the big blue sphere from afar. The spaceship, once conceived as a symbol of human achievement, the big wide wonder that his lover had given their devotion to, the home they had found themselves wrapped within, now stood as a testament to the inherent fragility of such endeavors.

Yet, in the face of impending doom, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but question the cosmic order that allowed the dissolution of their dreams. The once-sturdy vessel had become a victim of the unpredictable forces of the universe. The weight of hope alive bore heavily on Satoru's shoulders, burdened by the realization that his efforts, however earnest, couldn't shield them from the capricious whims of fate. 

Satoru's gaze lingered at one of the small window panes, the infinite expanse of space stretching out beyond it. The vision of stars, once a source of wonder and inspiration, now served as a backdrop to the unraveling tragedy. The space ship, with its precious cargo of dreams and love in one capsule that fit only a soul, floated aimlessly in the cosmic abyss—a stark reminder of the impermanence of human endeavors and the relentless march of time.

Life, with its unpredictable twists, can transform into a relentless adversary, especially when one basks too blissfully in the illusion of security. He realizes that he took too much for granted. The irony of this reality provokes a bitter laugh in Satoru, reminiscent of their friend Suguru.

Geto Suguru, a crucial part of the team responsible for calculating the intricate details of the space flight, had often navigated the delicate balance between optimism and the harsh truths of their mission. Satoru wondered if he was still asleep. Or if he was panicking that they couldn’t get any communication from the ship. He would have known by now that something was wrong.

"You’ve got to learn how to forgive me, Suguru. It seems I won't be joining you guys for that beer run." Satoru murmured into the air, surrounded by the slow and steady swirls of smoke within the chamber housing the escape pod. The power chamber overheated, he knew. Barely any time now.His words hung in the weighty atmosphere, a testament to the somber acknowledgment of an unfulfilled promise. 

“Man, you still owe me for that tab, don’t you? Pay that up! Don’t you dare let my darling pay for it, stingy bangs!”

Satoru coughed for a moment, feeling the pressure in his lungs. He felt a sense of gratitude that the remaining oxygen still allowed him to breathe in the shrinking confines of space. He was sure that Suguru would see it somehow. The ship records everything. With what power it has left, it would record. Suguru would see it. He laughs for a moment. At the very least his lover wouldn’t have to pay for more of the beer when they get back.

]However, the cruel reality persisted—the lifeline he clung to had an inevitable expiration point. His gaze fixed upon his partner, securely strapped into the chair within the escape pod, and Satoru's eyes, hollow and fatigued, conveyed a poignant mixture of regret and an unspoken farewell.

Prior to their departure, Satoru took meticulous care in ensuring his partner was securely fastened for the challenging journey back to Earth. Doubts lingered about the adequacy of the fuel gauges for the trip, but amidst the uncertainty, Satoru clung to the necessity of hope—that the escape pod would reach safety, anywhere but here.

"Sorry, darling. I’m really sorry." he murmured, his once-confident voice now laced with pain, his lips forming a small frown. Satoru's eyes shifted to a picture on the wall, a repository of precious memories shared between him and his partner.

While many of these memories had been stowed away in the escape pod beside his partner, a select few remained with him—a snapshot from their wedding day, another with their dogs, one with their families, and a cherished moment with Suguru in the training hall at the space center. “I hope you learn to forgive me again. Learn to live and forgive your loving fool."

Turning his attention to the pod's facets, Satoru meticulously checked every detail. He ensured an assortment of food, refreshments, and books awaited his partner upon their awakening, once all the protective measures were removed. Swiftly, he placed his partner's earphones and music player within reach. The cerulean eyed man looks at the music player for a second longer. He thinks if his lower will listen to the music and think of him. Of how they used to dance in the ship’s kitchen and laugh together. 

He shakes his head as he takes his lover’s hand. His  thumb threads through the familiar etches, the lines across each finger, of the palm of their hand. Gojo Satoru stared at the metallic sphere on their left hand. He huffed a laugh, tears falling tenderly, as he secured their wedding ring against his touch. Trying to breathe against the grain of space’s pressure, he started to take off his own ring and carefully placed it on his lover’s other ring finger.

Parting from the ring was the most painful part of all of this; His beloved lover had gifted it to him during a moment of unexpected revelation. All those happy years, his darling had out of the blue blurted their love for him. The scarlet blush upon their cheeks, the bright beam of love echoing in shaking eyes. Winter snow fell all around them. Satoru was beyond surprised, his clutches were all that was keeping him still and balanced. They never even dated before. Yet, they knelt beside him with all their might in their heart and soul, defying convention to be honest about love.

Gojo Satoru did nothing but laugh in the most beautiful of manners. That’s what his darling had told him. Under the pale bright snow, the beauty of his blue eyes shined the most. Almost like stars themselves. Satoru leaned forward to lean for the most passionate embrace. Their lips intertwined. He could taste wonder from the strawberry mochi, the smell of lavender perfume. Most of all, there was warmth. There was warmth in being so truly loved.

Satoru vividly recalled the disbelief etched on his beloved darling’s face as he later proposed. His darling was not one to hastily reveal their feelings, and yet, they had summoned every ounce of courage to express their love for Satoru. Their smile was everything to Satoru. It was almost like the sun, so wide and radiant.

It brought him back to life again. Just as much as the moment when  they accepted his marriage proposal. Their response became the confirmation of their love, and tears of happiness flowed freely as his beloved darling admitted that, since meeting Satoru, their entire being had been consumed by love. In that moment, His smiling love became all Satoru ever needed.

Their marriage, officiated by Suguru in a simple office setting, marked the beginning of a shared journey outside the space station. Shoko was there to be a witness, and she brought Nanami and Haibara with her. Though Nanami complained that he would be late for the training at the gravity center, he seemed happy enough to stay.

Haibara was the one that pointed that out, though. Suguru, having keenly observed their profound love, eagerly supported their union and played a pivotal role in navigating bureaucratic hurdles. Once the paperwork was signed, they relocated to a different place, just outside the space center.

Suguru diligently advocated to higher-ups that their commitment would not hinder their work. Satoru could have done it himself, with his connections and all. But, he was too enamored in his new found status as a married man to want to worry about the rest of the world. 

They had built quite a wonderful life together. That’s all he could think about. Those happy, fulfilled years sustained Satoru, he could feel the tears pour down the blinking screens. He longed for those days again. To have all those bright beaming echoes of the mundane life, of the white picket fence. Those dance parties, those late night drives, those meaningless banters. He wanted it all back. 

He could feel the warmth of the sun as he and his beloved darling laid onto their backyard to sit upon the white brim chairs, while his lover read aloud to him. He could remember laying down in the grass with him, during a meteor shower as they embraced and spoke of the most useless things and marveling at the wonder that they are living a dream - being able to have the opportunity to see those wide skies.

The playful times with their dogs down the park across their lovely home. Taking a small run around their neighborhood, even if his lover would complain about how hot and painfully long the trail was each time, they still did it and when the walking time gathered.

As long as Satoru smiled, it was all worth it. In all that moment, they held Satoru’s hand tightly. The small moments of talking about what they should eat for dinner, the pout on his lover’s lips at each imagining of their food. It was the wonder in his lover’s face which made him giggle every single time.

There were those wonderful weekends when they hosted barbecue parties for their family and friends, drowning in joyous feasting. His beloved darling, going around talking to everyone and socializing. The bright echo of the playing music kept everyone in a light mood. Suguru and Shoko looking around at the guests, enamored in guessing games. Nanami diligently manning the grilling station, Haibara pulling out the piles and piles of meat from the fridge. Satoru smiled at everyone he passed as he greeted them with drinks.

Every moment spent lazily making breakfast after a long tiring night at work, the loud laughter that could only echo between the two of them. The dogs kept them entertained as they played against the chair’s shadow in the morning rise. Satoru made faces as he followed up their play with a game of chase in the backyard.

His beloved darling would laugh at how silly it all was. For years, Gojo Satoru had pride in the idea that he was the only one that could make his lover laugh that way, that bubbly wondrous manner and each and every time, he was certain that it made him feel alive over and over. It made him fall in love over and over.

Every passing compliment spoken tenderly as they let the night drift in without complaint, their hands joined together in a way that made a whole of the world in their touch. Walking hand in hand on the boulevard, his shaded eyes full of devoted love as they walked towards the restaurants.

In those small impromptu dates that he would arrange for his darling, there was so much joy in seeing them so excited to try the new food. Satoru would stare so longingly, full of endless adoration and their eyes would meet. He would be watching his lover partner blush ever so shily, saying such words in return to him. 

Satoru's realization struck him like a harsh awakening, a sudden understanding that he had taken precious moments for granted, assuming an endless supply of time. He had often proclaimed with pride that he would age gracefully, enjoying the luxury of more years.

However, Satoru's proclamation proved futile; time slipped away inexorably. He wiped away tears, the wailing sirens from the main deck serving as a mournful backdrop. Warning messages blared from the ship's screens, each echoing the demise of the once-invincible features. Despite the rapid deterioration, Satoru strained to expedite his coding efforts, knowing that the salvation of his beloved darling depended on his speed.

Amid flickering lights and shattering electrical wiring, Satoru raced against time to enter the final codes. The engines sparked and caught fire as the ship's structure began to rupture. Fear gripped him—the fear of not being fast enough, of the coding for the red button lagging, risking the collapse of their ship into chaos. Satoru's determination surged; losing was not an option.

The sequence of calamitous events unfolded with the stealthy intrusion of an unseen dark asteroid rock, cruelly striking the side of the once-sturdy spaceship. In the initial aftermath, his cherished partner nonchalantly brushed off the impact, deeming it minor, while the ship maintained an ominous silence regarding any substantial concerns. In the eyes of his beloved, it appeared to be nothing more than a superficial scratch, evoking shared laughter and a tender kiss—a testament to their enduring bond.

Amidst the laughter and exchanged affections, plans were hatched to entrust the ship to autopilot, allowing the wearied couple to retreat to the embrace of their sleeping quarters. Bright tones of reassurance filled the air as promises of a peaceful night echoed through the dimly lit corridors.

Yet, the tranquility was abruptly shattered as his beloved left the lush confines of the greenery. An urgent alert pierced the air, thrusting their attention to a critical issue that demanded immediate intervention. The collision had wrought havoc on the ship's delicate equilibrium, compromising oxygen levels in the vicinity of the main power station. Responding with swiftness and determination, his beloved donned an oxygen suit and hastened to the scene, driven by an impending sense of foreboding.

The scene that unfolded before them surpassed the realm of nightmares. The asteroid's impact had ravaged the core of the ship, tearing apart the main power station with ruthless efficiency. For Satoru, the realization of this devastating development crystallized a long-dreaded nightmare, an eventuality that he had hoped would never materialize. As chaos and urgency enveloped the ship, the gravity of the situation bore down on them, leaving no room for denial or escape from the impending catastrophe.

Realizing the inevitability of the ship's impending shutdown, Satoru grappled with a profound sense of helplessness. Whatever actions he contemplated seemed futile in the face of an unstoppable, self-inflicted catastrophe.

That’s why he made a choice.

The love of this life had to survive.

Even without him.

But then that red button lights up. 

Satoru felt a glimmer of warmth return to his face as hope illuminated his eyes. Laughter, almost manic in its intensity, erupted from him—the kind of laughter borne out of sheer relief. There was hope. There was still a chance.

However, the sedatives that were meant to maintain his beloved darling's unconscious state seemed to have lost their grip. Their eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused, as if emerging from a foggy, drunken stupor. Satoru, taken aback, wondered if he had miscalculated the dosage in his panicked state.

Satoru had hoped to spare his beloved from the heart-wrenching farewell, to let them slip away peacefully in their sleep. But fate had other plans.

"Toru," his beloved murmured, their eyes struggling to focus. "Where...?"

Satoru hesitated, his finger hovering over the mic button, torn between the desire to shield them from the harsh reality and the need to be honest.

"My love," Satoru finally spoke, summoning every ounce of courage amid his own tears. Their partner's voice triggered a full awakening, their body straightening with a sudden realization. This wasn't their bedroom. Something was amiss.

The truth hit them, and Satoru saw the dawning comprehension in their eyes—the escape pod.

"Toru, why am I...?" their partner's voice wavered with worry as they looked at Satoru, who struggled to maintain composure. A sad smile, an anomaly on their usually joyful features, played on his lips. He was always smiling, a trait his beloved cherished.

"There's a lot happening, my love," Satoru said, trying to steady himself. He couldn't bear to see the worry etched on their partner's face. "I'm sorry you had to see it."

As the reality of their situation sank in, his beloved pleaded, "Satoru, why are you there? Why am I here?"

The anguish in their partner's voice tore at Satoru's heart.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Satoru whispered, his own tears mingling with the weight of the impending farewell. "I was so glad to have met you that day when my ball went into that tiny broken corner of your house fence."

Their partner's eyes started to well up, realizing the gravity of the situation. Desperation laced their voice, urging Satoru to join them inside the escape pod. But Satoru knew they couldn't.

"You kicked the ball and motioned for me to kick back! You never really liked to speak then, but I guess I changed that, didn't I? I made you a chatterbox," Satoru reminisced, laughter tinged with pain. "I love you so much, so much. Ever since that day. I just never realized it then. But I do. I did. I love you. You are and always have been my world."

His beloved sobbed, their hands desperately working to break free from the constraints. Time was slipping away, and Satoru knew he had to act quickly. The ship was tearing itself apart, and their partner needed to leave now.

"In another life, there would be no fault in our stars," Satoru promised, a shaky breath escaping their lips. "I want you to live on and grow old, even without me. Find love again. I will find you again. I will meet you again. I will love you again."

The anguish in their partner's voice reached a crescendo as they pleaded, "I can't live a long, empty life without you."

Satoru felt the heaviness in his chest, choking on his own emotions. "I know," he whispered.

Finally free, his beloved forced their way to the door, pounding on it in a desperate attempt to override the programmed controls. Satoru maintained eye contact, their hands poised above the red button.

"We'll meet again," Satoru said tenderly, offering one last parting smile. The escape pod separated with finality, and as his beloved screamed in despair, Satoru walked away toward their inevitable fate. “I know we will.”

“Don’t do this to me.” His lover cried out, tears pouring faster than they could blink. “Don’t you dare.”

“I love you.” Gojo Satoru turned around, smiled tenderly. “I love you.”

In the dwindling moments, Satoru found himself standing at the threshold, caught between the vast expanse of space and the memories of a life abruptly cut short. With a heavy sigh, he cast a last lingering look at the escape pod, where his beloved darling looked at him ever so helplessly, banging through the glass. 

Once more, Satoru Gojo turned to face the cold reality in the ship.

The vessel, once a titan sailing through the cosmos, now surrendered to the inexorable grip of destruction. It groaned and convulsed, a lamentation echoing through the void—a symphony of demise composed in anguished creaks and shivers.

Satoru, on the precipice of the abyss, inhaled deeply, savoring the acrid cocktail of fear, remorse, and an unwavering resolve to carve a slender lifeline for his cherished one. His only one. The only one that was ever meant for him. Time unfurled like an eternal scroll, each moment an agonizing tapestry that Gojo Satoru faced with stoic acceptance.

In those final heartbeats, he imbibed another breath, a silent requiem woven into the vast emptiness of the cosmos. With a heart weighed down by the gravity of farewell, Gojo Satoru traversed the threshold and sealed the door of the command center—a poignant adieu etched in the frigid embrace of metallic confines.

He closed his cerulean eyes, humming that song. The one that played at their wedding. He couldn’t remember the title. But the thought of remembering the lyrics gave him strength. Because they were here with them again. They were together, always together.

“I only know what I know,” He sang softly, imagining they were beside him. As though they were just under the tree in their backyard. “The passing years will show, you've kept my love so young, so new.”

Amidst the desolate hush of space, Gojo Satoru knew that the escape pod was safe. He knew it had disentangled itself from the disintegrating vestiges of the once-mighty spaceship. His soul would survive with it, as much as his heart will. It embarked on a solitary journey, carrying with it the echoes of a life that had blossomed within the cosmic expanse. The most precious of all cargo in the world, in the universe. 

The universe, now a silent observer, bore witness to the tragic odyssey of Gojo Satoru, who, in the name of love, relinquished everything. Thus, he left behind a legacy, a poignant resonance that rippled across the celestial tapestry, eternally echoing in the cosmic winds.

“And time after time,” He grins in his final moments, opening his cerulean eyes.

He sees them, standing in front of him one last time, returning his grin with a bright beam.

He held out his hand. “You'll hear me say that I'm so lucky to be loving you.”

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Hi, Goodmorning/night! how has your day been? :3 i hope it went well!

If its okay, can I request mermaid reader (preferably fem), dropping some stuff down to Viper? It can be small jewelry she doesn't quite like or anything REALLY shiny — because she thinks sending him stuff would make him less interested in her and more on the stuff she drops. Basically her doing an offering and praying Viper would take the items instead of her

Always rest! And can I be "🦪" Anon? Im mostly a huge fan of Viper and Damon, so i might ask a lot about them! Again always rest and take care of yourself!!

Yandere! Male! Deep sea creature x mermaid! Fem! Reader: Viper route 1

That's so cute! Okay cuz I think Viper has like some similarities to Orion. He's also a collector! So I just let my hands flow and see where it takes me. Also, welcome 🦪anon! It's so nice to have more familiar faces here!

Also a bit sick, so I'll probably slow down a bit till i'm healed. Sore throat plus a runny nose, plus A FEVER WHAT LIKE LET ME BREATH????

Writing puts my mind at rest from being sick anyways...

You pursed your lips and looked down at the void below the trenches.

It's been quite a while since you escaped Viper's grasp, and Viper has continued to try and fail to seduce you back to him with that dang light of his.

You're a curious fish, but not that curious.

You're even deliberating on moving out of the trenches and back to civilization again, but something's telling you to don't do it.

Deciding on taking your mind off of the deep sea merman, you dedicated your time in talking to Orion and knowing more about human technology. He's happy to oblige too, anyways.

But you can't help but glance back at the deep, dark void down below, telling you, whispering that you belong there.

Surely you don't.

You're a creature of light, someone who enjoys the sunrays reflecting on the blue, tranquil sea. Someone who loves looking at the boats passing by, cleaning up trash, finding little treasures that you stock up and design your little pod inside the trenches...

You're satisfied...

Are you?

You can't help but remember how cold yet warm the darkness was. How Viper coiled his long tail around yours, his body heat enveloping yours. You can still feel against your back, your skin, the way his torso pressed against yours flush and fit. Significantly stronger, can kill you with one bite and yet...

You shook your head as you shivered away the daydream. No. No no no!

Slapping your face, you grabbed your bag and zoomed back to the trenches to start your little... Littering.

You've been sprinkling these little gems, trinkets, and jewels down below to him. Sure, you might need them as it's currency, but you're self sufficient enough with a farm and an aquatic ranch. You rarely even go to civilization anymore to really use these.

So, as valuable as these treasures are, and would literally make you rich, you decided to dump them on Viper.

Sweet, little naive you thinks that this counts as littering. You really didn't want to throw down actual trash-- you're environmentally friendly, you don't want to do that. And Viper is still a merfolk despite how um, scary he is. Hope he sees it as a bribe too. Who knows? Maybe he'll leave you alone if you make him rich enough?

But then again, you're sweet, you're little...

And you're naive.

Didn't you really thought that this practice looks like you're giving him gifts?

No, a wedding gift specifically?

He did propose to you to be his mate, his eternal partner.

And you're doing this?

Oh, little one. You're too cute! Acting all shy and bashful-- you're so upfront at wanting to marry him by giving him what's equal to a dowry!

Viper collects them meticulously. Putting them in a giant pit that's slowly but surely making him richer by the second.

Should you and him move out of the trenches and back to civilization with this money? With all of these riches, both of you are basically at the upper crust now.

Then, he'll show to those pesky upperdwellers that one of them is his, and only his.

He'll show them how he owns you, loves you, and will have a family just to piss them off.

Oh, how it makes him shiver just thinking about it.

So yes, continue giving him the dowry, little one.

Sooner or later, he'll snatch you up and drag you back down to the abyss,

and live happily ever after.

That's what you wanted, right?