#plank..... dreamy sigh

[t4m3-simp]

@lord-bep hear me out on Plank father figure /j

[heavenbarnes]

prone bone with older bf!simon…. dreamy dreamy sigh!!

- 🪩 (don’t know if you have anons that sign off as anything, but if not feel free to disregard!!)

you can thank military drills for the way older bf!simon can hold a plank for as long as he needs

that way he doesn’t crush the life out of you when he fucks you prone

not that you’d mind

would be your preferred way to go out

instead you get caged in by two strong arms, either side of your head

when you lay your head to the side you can almost see his tattoos moving when he flexes his arms, like the flaming skull is laughing at your predicament

you need something to focus on, something to ground you- greyscale ink blurring before your eyes as you just cannot escape it

escape the thing above you that has you trapped

six feet four inches and three hundred pounds of muscle

the driving force behind hips that are relentlessly driving into you, forcing you flat into the mattress

and you asked for this

you had to be the tease, you had to push his buttons and call him “old man” and put your feet in his lap

if you do die under the immense weight of simon riley’s obsession

it’ll be your own doing

“so- fuckin’- tight- g’na- take- m’cock?”

he even punctuates sentences with his thrusts

completely at his mercy, as if you had any choice but to take it

“yeah g’na take this cock, s’fuckin’ ‘ard f’you”

oh you want to take it alright

you might’ve even told him how bad if your tongue wasn’t hanging out your mouth

eyes rolled back

drool pooling against the pillow he’d kindly slipped beneath your head before fucking you within an inch of your life

“s’fucking filthy, darling”

did he mean the swirling look in your eye?

did he mean the rhythmic sounds of his hips? or the wet squelch that came from you?

did he mean the smell that’d filled the room since you started? the one he was getting high off?

did he mean the mindless babbles falling off your lips every time his hand swung down to slap your ass?

all of the above?

[billlydear]

Ok but what about Billy with a Luna Lovegood type reader? Like she always wanders, is never quite “all there,” and she always gets into the weirdest scenarios but is always just so calm about it?

I think exasperated mother hen!Billy would be amazing

STUCK - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 630 - INBOX (please request !) - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

A/N: this was so cute 🥺 i've felt not-all-there recently so this was very fun to write! i'd love to do more parts of this if anyone has any ideas <3 <3

Billy's glad he pulled up to the back of your house rather than the front, because he wouldn't have been able to see you otherwise. He's aiming for your window, gripping the fence post in front of him to launch himself over the gate and into your backyard, when he sees a pair of feet on the other side.

Your feet.

He'd recognize the tattered shoes anywhere, and he peers down to his left to see the rest of you, your torso wedged between two fence posts.

You're stuck in the fence.

"Babe," He stammers, catching your attention from where you're reaching into a nearby bush. You startle, looking up at him with wide, bewildered eyes, but they melt when they catch his own.

"Hi," You croon, "Look! There's a stray kitten in here."

He peers down uncertainly, and sure enough, he sees a flash of something orange and furry.

"Are you stuck?" He asks, but it's a formality. He knows you are.

"I think so," You give an experimental wiggle of your hips, but they don't move much, "It's okay, I got in, I can get out."

"That's... not how that works," Billy grumbles, reaching for your stomach and prodding experimentally at it. He pointedly does not take advantage of the position you're in, ass-up and lodged in place. It's a porn-obsessed teen's wet dream, but he's more concerned about your internal organs at the moment. You're already wedged in tight, and there's not much he can do to compress your stomach so that you can escape.

"Okay, I'm gonna take this plank out, babe." He sighs defeatedly, tapping at the board on your left, "Hammer's in the garage?"

"Yeah." You nod, jovial, "Thanks, Billy!"

Taking the plank out isn't the hard part, getting you out is. Your side aches slightly from where it had been pinched by the fence, and he has to be gentle. Thankfully, you've got the kitten cupped firmly in your palms, so you're distracted from the pain.

"This is Billy," You croon, brushing a thumb over the kitten's head while Billy braces a hand under your stomach to lift you. He pulls you up, back, and into his chest, biting his tongue to stop from smiling at your tone.

"He's grumpy, like, all the time," You inform the kitten, letting the tiny thing balance in one of your palms as you lift it up to be level with Billy's face. He cranes his neck back slightly, not the most confident person around animals due to lack of exposure. But the kitten doesn't seem upset, leaning forwards to sniff his nose curiously.

"Cuties," You're gushy, craning your neck up to kiss both Billy's nose and the kitten's at the same time. Your lips smack against the gap between their faces, catching the tips of their noses against the corners of your mouth.

The kitten mewls, and Billy nearly does the same.

You set the cat down in the grass, letting it claw at your shoelaces. You don't seem to mind, and it gives Billy the opportunity to talk to you without any distractions.

"Are you okay?" He reaches around your shoulder to cup his hand over your cheek, pressing against your face to turn it towards him. You stare up at him adoringly, eyes shiny as you nod.

"I'm fine."

"I'm glad," He hums, leaning in to kiss the apple of your cheek. You preen under his affection, smile wide and dreamy.

"Thanks for saving me," You reach out to toy with one of his hands, your fingertips pressing to his as you stroke them over his skin.

"Anytime," He promises, unable to stop himself from kissing your lips this time. You're a little slow to react, barely reciprocating before he's pulling away, but it means the cloudy smile on your face only grows in bashfulness.

"But," He adds in afterthought, dropping his hand to your hip and squeezing you towards him, his nose nudging against your temple, "Try not to get stuck again, baby."

[ticklingtimetickstotest]

Chapter 2

The Cold

This time it was the patrichor of rain,cosily dissipating the gloominess of the White.The green was basking in the sun in its vividly clear beam of light.The sparkly water was glittering the atmosphere.It seemed as if a retreat was pacing back to a reality.There the bent birches stood with a backdrop of a warm deep pool yet bent to the the White. “Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain-” Mr.Frost was again at that very spot on the ground.The stillness of the cold was pressing a dullness to behold.When a sunny gentle breeze with a woosh swept across the forest wrapping everything that was found, creating an eolian hypnosis.

As if the scent of spring had overwhelmed the present.The warmth of the breeze rose above in the air,creeping into the veins, carving comfort.The ice was edging its departure.The stiffy silence of the cold was broken when they clicked upon themselves entering into a greater sense of sound.And there lifted the long borne burden - the birches turned alive emerging from the depth of past.The ice dripping down, as it melted away into a dreamy art of life it refracted a prismatic picture that made them turn many-coloured which was till then dreary white.The stir disintegrated their enamel when the black branches and their trunk in a trance of movement cracked and crazed paving a distinct web like network.That was the thaw of the weathering winter.But neither Mr.Frost nor you could stay forever in that brief moment when soon the sun’s warmth made them shed crystal shells.As though a part of him or of you was shedding into oblivion.

When Mr.Frost struck hard to the pain of the heart,a choke of breathlessness but then again there was no chance of otherwise.. “I shall be telling this with a sigh,somewhere ages and ages hence;two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less travelled by and that has made all the difference.”  

The crystals reflected the image of the vast sky that lay above and beyond the reach of any.Such as them shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-Trailing back to the imposing reality in which he once existed.The loudness echoed through the forest embodying Mr.Frost and his truth into an unawareness of many.They saw the image disfiguring into the garb of such heaps of broken glass to sweep away  before he got to the woods again.A glass sharp enough to tear the canvas of the blue apart… “You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.”The shelter of belief was now disappearing with this inevitable fall.The truth was met with a myth of yesterday.

Mr.Frost and you were fixated in this new world of Nature as he stood against and among the birches with an undergrowth of doubt that thrusted upon his existence.

Mr.Frost was sitting on a rocking chair in the dark roomed upper storey of his house creaking on the wooden planks with intertwined hands as if gripping on to a yearned reality.With a tremor of the leaves the warm wind wafted into his being channelising itself into an isolated reverie-a space of time and age.

Mundanity is a stubborn thing; it doesn't let one go without the essence of duty that dragged Mr.Frost into yet another day at work.

It was late winter; the forest was dense with growth-the dank and stiff of the humid air pressed onto Mr.Frost who had chopped woods round the clock.He had to find fresh wood for sale and to light the fireplace of his survival.All damp with sweat, he sat to rest awhile beside the cut of a tree,it peeped into his eyes that saw the Nature in the wild.

The mind and its game is perplexing in its ways,as it was- Mr.Frost at that time was there but he was not there and so it continues…

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca - hopeless creatures

With the sun approaching, and all the horrors that proceeded our delicious celebration, and the celebration itself, Lucient had trouble staying awake when all we were was spent.

Securing him under the covers, I covered his face in kisses until his giggling turned to slapping, and then I put my breeches on and left him to rest.

I wanted to see the sunrise.

“Forget your shirt, treasure?” Lucient stopped me at the stairs, with voice alone.

And I huffed, “It is so early, my love, what crew will even be up?”

The sheets shifted in a quiet, scratchy tune, and he latched tired eyes on me before answering, “The best one.”

“Sebastian?” I asked, regretting the use of the man’s name in the raise of Lucient’s eyebrow. Sighing, I tried to explain, “My love, I am burning up, and even if he notices me...I won’t notice him, isn’t that enough?”

Curling back up into the sheets, he waved me away, “I am too tired to argue. Go, my love, enjoy your tease of the poor man.”

“And you’ll ‘punish’ me later?” I teased him.

The laughter that erupted, however soft, from the bed answered without need of words...and I headed upstairs and out of our cabin.

None waited on deck but the cool gray of morning, and a gentle mist caressing sea and ship. Both combining perfectly to soothe how the rising sun burned in my veins, yet not the hunger already gnawing hotter still. Breathing, deep and steady of that salt-sweet air, I focused on the gentle ripples through the mist...and the splashes of colorful fish—smiling at the sight of familiar fins chasing them.

I would never tire of that breeze, that scent, that seemingly endless stretch of sea and sky, even the bob and sway of moist planks beneath my feet—it comforts now, just to remember, though it has been ages since I visited.

In its embrace, lulled by a calm sea and soft gray light, my thoughts looked forward, Is he free now, truly, are we…And the all-important, where do we go from here? We hadn’t discussed after, after all his villains were defeated, when we would be allowed to breathe and be. Yet, with all we did, someone would come for him, for us, for all the lives we took—deserving as they were. So the question became, How long, how long can we keep this peace, how long will we be allowed to live…

The heady thrum of a pulse interrupted my introspection, my fretting, but more than that were the images that danced beneath it. Thoughts, fantasies, muddled as they were with fears of blood and screams poured into my mind before I could stop them.

Too open I’d been in that peaceful morning breeze.

Turning to face Sebastian, I refused to address the blush or averted eyes, and instead sought to break up those compromising images in his mind—of me, all of me, and I was too proud, just then, to admit Lucient was right.

“Bonjour, Sebastian, puis-je vous aider?” An impersonal greeting and simple question of what he wanted, is what I thought I gave.

His stuttering suggested otherwise, but he managed to speak through it, “L’équipage, monsieur... Ils ont peur.”

I switched to thoughts, uncertain then of my skill at the language, what are they afraid of?

He jumped with the touch of me in his mind but settled soon enough, smiling even, dreamy that smile, content. Lucient once described my thought-spoken touch as ‘stepping into a hot bath’ and blamed it for how many of our crew favored me—and it became harder and harder to deny over the years.

The Captain, Sebastian returned, focusing all he could to think the words he wished and not the images as his eyes would not keep to mine.

Amusing, that, how much of him I could see when I tried. How much he could manage when he did—taking so many thought-spoken commands from Lucient, much of the crew were learning to focus their words so as not to upset him.

Shaking my head, trying to keep my demeanor loose and calm, I asked for more but remained simple, concise, What do they fear from me?

Waving his arms, he did meet my eyes then, his own wide, Not you, sir. The other Captain.

I had to lean on the railing to keep from laughing, certain Lucient would hear it if I did, but the giddy desire sang through my thoughts anyway, A wise fear, that one, but tell them they’re safe here. Neither of us will bring them harm.

But the screaming...and the blood? He stepped closer as he asked, and I noted then how casual his dress had become.

Most of the crew, in fact, had ditched all their layers for simple breeches and shirts. Yet it was different than when they boarded, entirely different, and I was left to wonder if the old crew had clothing stashed somewhere. Clothing made of something thinner than silk, for it flowed so loose, shone light too easily through it and appeared soft to the touch.

I caught myself staring by how he blushed again and scolded myself quietly for it—fabrics were an impossible lure to my eyes and I would pay for it often.

One of these days, you must teach me Greek so we might share our words easier, I told him, attempting to distract while expressing a need for clearer communication—while forgetting entirely that all I spoke into his mind came with a warm caress.

He beamed at me before his face fell. I hadn’t answered his concerns, so he presented them again, The screaming, Captain...and the blood?

Unable to find an excuse for, well, all of that, I sighed and went for the easier approach. He’d remember later, ask again later, but perhaps by then I’d have an excuse, “It was nothing and you are not to worry of it.”

Standing taller with my suggestion, Sebastian nodded, turned and walked back to the crew’s quarters.

I groaned, glanced at the peace and majesty of what surrounded the Lune Royale, briefly mourned my soured morning and slunk back to Lucient.

I expected to be reprimanded or, at the very least, mocked.

And, in some ways, I was both.

“Were the crew up?” He asked as my bare feet hit the base of the stairs.

Sighing, I searched the floor while I answered, “Only Sebastian.”

“Hm,” Sitting up, but remaining in the covers, I could feel his grin as easily as I heard it, “is that why you're looking for your shirt?”

I refused to look at him, clipping as I snatched said shirt up, “Yes, it is.”

“Because I was…?” He drawled, giggling when I groaned.

“Right, my love,” I popped up to glare at him, “you were right.”

Throwing a corner of his blanket off, he patted the mattress and demanded, “Forget the shirt and get back in this bed.”

Obeying, I tossed the shirt and crawled to him, kissing his neck as I asked, “Am I to be punished?”

“Oh yes, my love, terribly,” he said through soft, sweet breaths before turning me around and snuggling tight against me, “But not now, now I want to hold you.”

I held his arms around me—so cool, so soft—as I breathed the words, “Lucky me.”

“Flirt,” he whispered onto my neck through slow, sweet kisses.

“You'll not blame him, will you, love?” My guilt asked without me, certain somehow that the man’s attention was my fault, “I'm sure it's only loneliness.”

Chuckling, thoughts popping with how much more he saw, Lucient wrapped a leg around mine as he answered, “With where we're headed, the crew will have plenty of opportunities to manage their loneliness,” teeth teased my ear, drawing the gasps they sought and he added, “But, treasure, if I catch him smiling at you…”

“Woe be the man whose eye I catch?” I gasped again as he bit.

“Yes,” he purred, “You are mine and mine alone.” I made to turn, to tease and he held me tighter, “And don't play innocent, my love, I know how it breaks you to see another notice me.”

Conceding to my position, I wriggled closer, tighter into all the limbs that held me, “You were right before then, perhaps.”

“Hm?” Not a word, but still a question, through a yawn as sleep reminded him it hadn’t been cared for.

And I echoed it—hunger gnawing, sun burning, and every fiber of me exhausted I welcomed the distraction of sleep—before I whispered, “We are hopeless creatures.”

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys learning that you speak another language 💬

characters: sugawara, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi & kuroo

thanks to anon for this amazing request 💞

(y/n) = your name

(L) = language of your choice

tw// self deprecating joke, swearing 

Kōshi Sugawara

honestly, idk how he didn’t know that you spoke a second language before y’all started dating bc he seems like the sort of guy to ask those sort of questions while flirting/making conversating

but anyway, he probably learned that you spoke another language on the first date

he took you on a study date to the library and one of the subjects he was studying was French, and he was clearly struggling

‘ugh, this is quite tricky- we’ve got a test coming up and i can’t even remember how to say ‘bread’. hah, i’m definitely going to fail..’

you rolled your eyes, leaning across the table to deliver a gentle chop to his head, ‘negativity begone!’

sugawara chuckled before relaxing back in his chain, fidgeting with his pencil as he shifted his attention off his revision sheets and onto you, ‘did you take a language this year?’ he inquired, trying to make conversation to momentarily take his mind off the piles of revision he had to do

you squinted, biting your own tongue as you attempted to equally divide your attention between your date and the complex maths question you were working on, ‘no, i couldn’t be bothered. plus, i can speak (L) so it’s not as if i’m a monolinguist.’ 

suga blinked rapidly at this new information; so wondering if he had heard you correctly, he questioned further, ‘you speak (L)? really? i don’t think you’ve ever mentioned anything about that before.’

you shrugged, letting out a slight sigh before placing your pencil down; realising that if Suga was going to continue talking, it might be rude for you to keep working. ‘oh, have i not? well- now you know!’ you hummed, shooting your boyfriend a sweet smile.

‘how can one person be so smart and stunning?’ he mused, resting his cheek on his palm as his elbow was propped up onto the table

‘i should be asking you that, kōshi.’

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how humble you were; ah, if only you knew how much he admired you. 

suga could only imagine being bilingual yet you could effortlessly speak a second language fluently, he was sure that if you were to take up volleyball, the team would waste no time in replacing him with you 

anyway, he was so impressed that you can speak (L) and he shows it lol

like if you talk down on yourself, he’ll call you out SO quick regardless but he will also mention your second language somehow lmao

for example:

you groaned upon skimming the message your professor sent you along with your test result, ‘ugh, i got 68% - so fucking close to an A! i’m so stupid..’

you thought sugawara was preoccupied with cooking dinner until he came rushing into your room, making you jolt when he slammed the door open, ‘who’s stupid?! are hinata & kageyama in here somewhere? because i know that you weren’t talking about yourself!’

you buried your face into your hands to not only let out a elongated groan, but also so he didn’t see the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips

‘and i know that you didn’t call my gorgeous, intelligent, selfless, bilingual sweetheart stupid! take that back, (y/n). ’

and he would not leave you alone until you took it back IUFHEIEVAB

also, another example.

you walked by a bright pink trash can with Suga by your side and in the interest of ✨ comedy ✨, you chuckled and blurted out, ‘hey, that’s me.’

‘if that trash can is bilingual, then yes.’

Tōru Oikawa

you probably first told him you spoke (L) a while into your relationship  — but not too long — so maybe like 6 months

and you only told him bc y’all were having an argument over the schoolwork and you were sure that your method was correct while oikawa thought otherwise

but after a while, it kinda just turned into a battle of ‘who is smarter?’ rather than trying to figure out who’s method was correct 

so you just blurted out from spite, ‘tough talk coming a one-language-speaking peasant.’ 

oikawa rolled his eyes, ‘how many languages do you speak then, smart-ass?’

‘english, japanese and (L)’

he blinked rapidly, unable to come up with a snarky remark, he cocked his head to the side and inquired, ‘you speak (L)?’

you nodded, your lips curling into a smile, ‘yep!’

grrr curse your adorable smile >:(

oikawa was simply unable to be mad anymore ✋ must give kithes to his  trilingual s/o instead (づ￣ 3￣)づ

he smirked back at you before pulling you in by your waist and peppering an infinite amount of kisses across your face, ‘awh, i didn’t know you speak 3 languages. you’re so clever, angel.’  he said in between kisses, using his strong grip to sway y’all side-to-side as he expressed his love

 and oikawa is kinda an exhibitionist sometimes so he will definitely mention that when he hypes you up/shows you off at events

and mf will never stop-

even after the time-skip 🤠

he’ll bring you to a party celebrating a cup victory for his team and while everyone there is trying to praise him for his perfect sets, he’s quite tipsy and just goes, ‘thank you. thank you. but have you seen (y/n) tonight? they look so gorgeous- especially their eyes, i hope our kids have their eyes.’ he rambled, his speech a bit slurred so everyone had to do a double-take to make sure they were hearing him correctly

was he seriously raving on about his s/o when he literally just won a world cup?

‘oh and did i mention they’re four-lingual? literally. they speak English, Japanese, (L) and Portuguese so they could live here with me.’

it was embarrassing in the moment but at least there was no press at the party

plus, you both always look back on these moments and laugh tbh

also, just bc he was drunk didn’t mean that his words were empty - he meant everything he said, the alcohol only helped him voice everything confidently 

Kōtarō Bokuto

ok so he learned that you spoke (L) 6 months into your marriage

his big personality makes up for his ignorance-

you were on call with a mutual friend who could also speak (L), hence you were both talking in (L) lol

meanwhile bokuto was just sitting on the other side of the couch and it took him half an hour to realise that you were speaking another language 

however, you were hardly alert either considering it took you god-knows how long to notice that bokuto was staring at you with wide, starry eyes

and you literally just froze- then proceeded to excuse yourself for a moment before muting your microphone

‘bo, are you alright? why are you looking at me like that?’ you asked, concern clear in your tone as you dropped your phone to rush over to him, hastily pressing the back of your had against his forehead

bokuto shook his head abruptly, snapping out of his glazed gaze to pull you onto his lap, ‘were you speaking a foreign language just there?!’

‘yeah, (L). I’m fluent.’ you replied, rather shocked as he went from a statue to his regular, energetic self in the blink of an eye

he cocked his head to the side with wide eyes  — and it was moments like these were you could really see the resemblance between him and an owl  — before wrapping you in a hug, resting his cheek on your shoulder. 

‘i didn’t know that you could speak (L), babe! that’s so fuckin’ cool! do you think you could teach me?’ 

you giggled, both from his lively response and how the vibrations from his speech tickled your neck

‘sure, but i have to finish my call first.’  you hummed before springing to your feet, grabbing you phone and strolling out of the living room to continue the call in the privacy of your bedroom

and don’t think bokuto forgot about you agreeing to teach him bc he was planking outside of the bedroom, waiting for you to finish your call so he could jump out at you once you tried to exit,

‘HOW DO YOU SAY ‘I’D LIKE FRIES WITH THAT’ IN (L)?!’  

‘FUCK!’ you screamed, your phone falling out of your hand as bokuto just jump-scared you in your own home

you try to teach him ofc but it’s quite difficult for him to learn (L) while he’s simultaneously trying to learn English and Spanish 

he didn’t exactly give up on trying to learn it but the frequency of his lil’ questions of ‘how do you say this is (L)?’ and ‘how do you say that in (L)?’ became less and less 

however, whenever you speak (L) in front of him, he always looks at you with wide, dreamy eyes - completely in awe at how clever you are and he’ll take every opportunity he can to praise you for it

oh and he has you saved in his phone as ‘gorgeous, bilingual wifey 😩💞💕����’

Keiji Akaashi

he probably learns that you can speak another language on the second or third date

y’all were talking about hobbies you wanted to take up, then akaashi pulled out his note titled ‘ ↳ languages i should learn’ and the first one he uttered was (L) so you immediately chimed in

‘oh! i can speak (L)! i could teach you  — if you want.’

akaashi couldn’t help but smile softly; even though he had a bunch of assignments due, along with all the approaching tests he had to study for, he just couldn’t say no to your offer  — you just looked so excited

plus, there was no harm in trying to learn a language alongside his schoolwork

he humbly accepted; further inquiring about your links and relations with the (L) language

anyway, you never really sat akaashi down to teach him (L) or make him take notes or anything, you’d just began with integrating the occasional (L) in an english/japanese sentence

you’d tend to change the noun and given the context, akaashi would be able to figure out what it meant

for example, if y’all were vibin’ on the couch with the TV on in the background, you might ask him to pass the remote but replace the word ‘remote’ with the (L) translation

there was nothing else he could’ve passed to you so he understood that you meant remote

so slowly but surely  — without even realising that he’s learning  — he picks up on quite a lot of the vocabulary 

and by the time y’all are married, he’s basically fluent

oh and on your honeymoon (which is in Italy btw, I just know he’d take you somewhere with a rich history) you are chillin in the pool then out of the corner of your eyes you see akaashi approach you from the edge of the pool, before getting down on one knee 

and you were so confused for a second bc you thought he was proposing again even you recall getting married to him just a few days ago ◉_◉’

however, once he pulled out a box that seemed too large to contain a ring, it piqued your curiosity even more, ‘akaashi?’ you stuttered, eyes wide.

he opened it to reveal a simple silver bangle, pulled it out then offered his hand so he could cuff it around your wrist 

now that the cold metal of the bangle came in contact with your skin, you were finally able to read the text engraved into the silver 

and it was ‘i love you’ in (L) 

Tetsurō Kuroo

you probably told him that you could speak (L) quite early on in the relationship tbh 

he was really proud of you but he only took much of an interest a bit later on

he was just like ‘(y/n), do you know any languages other than japanese and english?’ over some chocolate-covered strawberries

you nodded, ‘yeah, (L). why?’

kuroo gasped, excitedly slamming the kitchen counter with the palm of his hand, ‘i need you to teach me some curses.’

you giggled, taking another bite of your strawberry, ‘heh, why?’

‘because kōtarō keeps muttering things about me in portuguese and oikawa keeps snickering at it - i think they’re bitching about me so two can play at that game.’ kuroo whined before looking at you then shooting you a charming smile, ‘so can you help me?’

he’s adorable so you smiled right back at him and chirped, ‘absolutely not.’

however, you kept his request in mind when you graciously began replacing all your english curses with those in (L)

and obviously he caught on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

thank you for enabling him, (y/n) 😌

[jae-daddy]

THE BLESSED

jaebum and jinyoung au   fantasy!au royalty!au 

your blessed highness played by park jinyoung

pair: jinyoung x jaebum x reader genre: fantasy, royalty, romance, mature a/n:  I haven’t posted anything in a while and this isn’t duff or red rose lol, but I thought why not just share it with y’all. its like a super duper loosely not thought out at all, like I was bored so wrote this kinda of story. it was like the first chapter of a book I would like to write, but I think my writing isn’t on that level yet, but -- okay - alright. hope y’all enjoy it. not edited.<3

ps: the Blessed is played by Park Jinyoung! Blessed is bless-sed the whole story, not blessed <3 don't steal this plz, y’all.

A small yellow butterfly appeared in front of you. You got ready to flinch and step away in fear, but you weren’t scared. It felt as if it was looking at you, and suddenly you could see it’s eyes.

It blinked at you, flying in closer, making you crossed eyed before flying back away from you. It flew a few steps away and stopped, turning back, almost telling you to follow. 

You walked in its direction and it continued, going slow at first and then slowly speeding up. You chased after it, feeling a bubble of laughter leave your chest as you asked it slow down. It teased for a few more seconds, before slowing down and then coming to a stop completely. 

You watched its beautiful golden wings flutter, staying a float in the winter wind. It looked out of place with all the snow blanketing the mountains behind. You took in the scene, the haunted looking house further up the path of the fence in front of you. The melting wooden fence wasn’t a good deterrence to keep out anyone or anything, but the falling apart house matched the aesthetic and gave a clear warning not to enter. 

“Why here?” You softly asked the butterfly. It kept fluttering, keeping afloat. It’s big eyes watching you expectantly. 

And then you heard it. 

And you remembered you had been here before. 

The scream tore through the silence, once again.

It was familiar. 

And then again. 

The voice cut through your skin, crawling into your flesh. You began walking towards it; past the rotting fence and towards the cement stairs of the ageing house. 

Your hand reached out, about to push the hanging door open, when it all disappeared.

It was all dark, there was nothing. 

And then a voice; his voice. 

“Y/n.” It whispered. 

You breathed a name you didn’t know as you searched for him in the chocking darkness.

“Jaebum.” 

You woke up to the sound of your aunt screaming downstairs. Your night dress clinging to your body, as your skin glistened with sweat. 

You closed your eyes, sighing as you sunk back into your bed. 

It was an odd dream to have. You knew that, but you couldn’t really tell anyone about it. You had tried telling your little sister once, and she looked at you as if you were mad. 

She found having dreams in itself strange. She said she only dreamed sometimes, and they were simple. Dreams about her in a meadow, reading. Dreams about her missing the latest ribbon price-downs at Diana’s. Dreams that reflected her normal every day life. 

Nothing of this sort; nothing strange or horrible like hearing a strange man’s screams of agony. 

Never nothing out of the ordinary, just normal every day dreams. 

But you, you had the strange dream again.

Once again, you were back at that little old building. The wood damp, rotting, almost falling apart. The snow covering it and the land around it as far as your eyes could see. And that strange little butterfly. 

But this time you found something new. You had gotten something new, a name. 

You opened your eyes, staring at the planks of wood. Your eyes tracing the vines of flowers your sister had painted on to them. The purple, pink and yellow blooming delicately across the slanting ceiling. Your lips pursed as a nervous feeling pricked your heart. 

“Wake up and help me, will ya?” Your aunt’s loud voice shouted through the floor beneath you. You closed your eyes once again, but this time in frustration.

You had just woken up and she had already started. “Your mother, Mother bless her soul, if she had been alive she would be disappointed to see such a lazy bird as her dingy. I’ll tell ya that, y/n.” 

You groaned as you sat up in your bed. You stared blankly at the wall as you wrapped your hair into a bun before securing it with a clip. You walked towards the bath, contemplating if you should clean yourself now or after doing your chores. 

“The pigs are changing colour from living in all that filth, girl,” your aunty spoke loudly. You sighed, turning around and walking towards your bed. You picked the dress from last night, putting it on before walking to the basin. 

You watched yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth with the herbal paste your little sister had whipped up. You weren’t really looking at yourself though. You were watching your eyes instead, and then trying to see any difference between the girl in the mirror and yourself. 

Lilith, your little sister, always called you mad, “If anyone knew you as well as I do sis, you’d be burned on a stake yesterday.” 

You spat out the paste, rinsed your mouth and looked at yourself once again. 

You bit your lip as you saw your eyes glisten with curiosity. 

It was foreign, for sure. No one in this town had that name, no one’s name was even close to sounding like it. 

You froze, your chest heaving as a new sort of excitement rushed through you. You held your gaze, a terrified feeling in your gut, but a smile on your lips as you tasted the name on your tongue, “Jaebum.” 

You gasped. 

You gasped at how that simple word made you feel. You felt a sadness rip through your heart and tears come to your eyes. You felt a sort of mourning ripple through you from that name. Your tongue savouring the taste of it as if it missed saying it already. 

“Jaebum,” you breathed once again. A tear fell from your eye, but you were smiling so brightly you were sure if someone were to see you’d be taken to the Giver this instant. But you couldn't find it in yourself to worry about that, not when such happiness and sadness sore through your body at once. 

You bit your lip, scared to say it again. You wiped the tear from your chin, as you stared at yourself. It didn’t look like you. 

The girl in the mirror didn’t look you. You leaned in, so did she. Her actions matching yours, but it wasn’t you. Your burrows furrowed together, your face less than an inch away from the reflection. 

“Keep on admiring ya’self all day then doll,” your aunt walked in, banging the door open as she stood outside your room. She was a fierce thing for a woman her size. Even when you towered well over her, she still intimidated you as she stood there with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, “Don’t ya worry. Ya little sis and I will get it all done and sorted. You rest and spend the day in front of the mirror.”

“Aunt,” you sighed, already tired. You walked towards her, your shoulders tightening as you rolled your eyes. “I was just getting ready-”

“Oh, don’t have me disturbing ya then,” she cut you off, as she began walking away. “I’ll just do everything. What is the point of having young children in this house when they can be of no help. I’m better of living alone, at least then I only work and feed myself.” 

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help,” you groaned loudly. You knew she could hear you by the scoff that left her, before she mumbled something about the changing the water for the pigs. “I’ll do it. I’m coming.”

You were almost out the door when you turned one last time. 

She was standing there, looking back at you too; the girl in the mirror. 

“Did you hear?” Lilith walked into the barn as you shovelled a heap of pig waste into the wheelbarrow. You were cursing yourself for wearing yesterday’s dress. A pant and shirt would’ve been much suited, especially in this heat. 

You rose an eyebrow at your little sister in question. She shrugged with a knowing smile as she sat on the wooden frame of the fence surrounding the pen. 

You tried not to think about how much she looked like your mother, but failed once again. You didn’t have many memories of her, she passed away when you were three, during Lilith’s birth. But the lack of memory was made up by the photos and paintings your aunt had saved off her. 

She would never let you forget your mother. 

There was a photo of your mother in your aunt’s treasured box. You were reminded of it suddenly as you saw your sister perched on the ledge, smiling at you secretively. She looked just like her in the moment, only a few years younger. 

“Oh, come on. Spit it out already Lily, or else the suspense will kill me before the heat does.” You groaned as you lifted another heap into the wheelbarrow, but the pile was not lessening a bit. “This stupid dress is suffocating me, and seems like all these pigs do is just shit all day.” 

“That is all they do,” she replied mocking. Her dimples deepened as you shot her an annoyed look. 

“If you’re just here to be a nuisance, leave. I’m already upset enough.” 

“Always such a lemon,” she clicked her tongue, before she let out a dreamy sigh. “Lucas just told me the Hallow has a new master.” 

You looked up at her, with raised brows. “Is Lucas a trusted informant?” 

“He is if his father is helping with the opening ball next Sunday,” she smiled back. 

“O’Mother, has aunt got wind of this?” You bit your lip praying she hadn’t. Your aunt, like every other older women who has nothing better to do is determined to have you married and settled. 

Just then, your heard the hooves of the carriage splatter against the muddy path. Your aunt smiled almost viciously as she spotted you, “Off to steal ya the most divine suit, y/n.” 

Before you could complain, she was off. 

You gave your sister a tired look, which she returned with a humoured smile. 

“She’s only looking out for ya,” she told you, taking the flower from her book and putting it behind her ear. 

You wanted to ask her if that was from Lucas but you stopped yourself, and instead sighed, “I don’t need looking out for. I don’t need to get married. I just need to be left alone.”

“You can’t be alone forever.”

“I won't,” you pouted as you looked at her, “I'll always have ya.”

“I’ll go away and do my own thing one day.” 

“Will you get married?”

“I plan to.”

“Have child?”

“Hopefully.”

“Perfect, I’ll be their Governess and Aunt.” You gave her a smug smile. 

“I would have to decline, sis,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I want children not animals.”

“Ya!” 

Lilith only laughed, and you rolled your eyes before you got back to shovelling. 

“So the Giver finally found someone?” She said after a moment, her voice quiet. You peeked up at her, your face falling from the serious look on her face. 

“I’m afraid so,” you gave a joyless smile before continuing, “but it’s got nothing to do with us, Lily. We’re normal people, just keep ya head down and we’ll be fine.” 

“Lucas told me Maem also got a Blessed and now they have nothing to eat, and their winters are colder than the Cave,” Lilith insisted, her voice filled with conviction. You kept your eyes low as you empty one more load. 

You had heard of the rumours too. But you knew they were true. 

You had seen members of the Maem Court in the market over the past few months. Each of them looked tattered as if they had gone through hell. It was a knowledge passed down through centuries; the pain, poverty and torment that came with a Blessed. 

“This is all because of that damned Zein,” Lilith spat with anger that looked displaced on a girl like her. “If only she didn’t push for Vennesse to be registered.” 

“It’s Nightfall now, Lil,” you reminded her, softly. 

“Precisely!” She exclaimed, getting up from the bench and marching along the soil. “What sort of a horrendous name is that? It makes us all sound like them.” 

“Just ignore it, Lilith.” You sighed, putting down the tool and reaching for her. “We don’t need to get caught up in this. All that has nothing to do with you, or me, or us. We don’t need to do anything.” 

She pouted about to fight back, but you placed a gentle hand on her cheeks. 

You saw the embers of the fire inside those bright eyes, and it scared you.

It frightened you. 

You sent a silent prayer to the Mother and wished those embers blew out before they got any brighter. You gave her a smile, your eyes desperate, “We are okay like this. This is all we need to survive.” 

“I’m afraid I cannot simply survive if the world outside is burning into the ground,” her gaze held strong as she looked at you. 

“Lilith,” was all you could breath as you hugged her tight. 

You looked up at the sky, where the powerful beings used to live. You tried searching for them, but there was no sign of them. But still, you closed your eyes and prayed, you prayed that no harm should ever come to your Lilith. If something was to happen, you prayed it all upon yourself. 

The week flew by in a blink of an eye. You hadn't felt the days as they passed by. It all got lost in the endless cycle of work and trying to get the orders ready for the ball. 

You couldn’t truly believe a ball would have brought this amount of money into the house. You had thought the people of Darkfall would’ve resented and run away from the Blessed and his ball, but it was quite the opposite. 

It felt as if new life had been breathed into the court. Zein was utmost proud of herself as she strutted around the houses, checking in. When she stopped over at your aunt’s place, she looked at your aunt expectantly. 

Your aunt didn’t realise it at first, but when the silence grew too long during the payment, she had realised. Zein expected the whole town to be grateful to her and kiss her feet for bringing about this change. She wanted to be treated like our saviour, and how can you charge the court’s saviour for her pig orders.

The only reminder of the ball was the countdown till the orders were due. And you kept on working until the last order, the early morning of the Sunday was picked up. Once all was finished, once the rush had died down, you were ready to have a long bath before getting into your bed and not coming out until the sun came up again. 

You walked out of the barn and into the house with heavy steps, ready to march up the stairs and strip when two tiny arms attached to a tiny lady blocked your pathway.

“And where are ya off too?” Your aunt lifted a brow, quizzically. She tilted her head towards her room, where you could hear Lilith already walking around. You turned to your aunt, pouting. She just shook her head sternly, her wild curls slapping her face, “Look at the state of ya, y/n. You need attention if any suitable male is to look towards ya.”

“I think I can live without a suitable male looking towards me,” you gave her a tight smile. She peered up at you, her face turning red as she grabbed your elbow and you pulled you towards her room. “Aunt, I assure you, another beautiful fresh dress won’t change anything. Every male within our proximity is horrid.” 

She moved behind you, unzipping your dress, and pushing you towards the bath, “All luck to ya then. Whispers say there are men coming from far away to meet the new Blessed.” 

Before you could complain, she was already scrubbing you down. You scowled at her, telling her you’re not a child anymore. She just hit the back of your head and told you stop acting like one then. 

Lilith dried your hair, steaming it with perfume. You gave in eventually, putting on lipstain and powder on your cheeks and eyelids. You turned to Lilith who looked at you approvingly. 

Your aunt sighed happily in approval, before hobbling off and bringing in two long bags with the dresses. She opened one first, a beautiful white gown with soft coloured flowers along the bottom. She handed it to Lilith who looked at it in awe. 

“This is beautiful, aunt,” she breathed, hugging the older lady before kissing her cheek. “Ya truly done amazing.” 

“It’s nothing doll,” she smiled at your sister, watching her twirl around the room. “It was on price-downed, and I managed to steal it since I went so early. Ya pretty thing will make it look better anyway.” 

“Thank you,” she sang, happily twirling with the dress on top of her.

“Now, ya turn,” your aunt looked at you with a grimace. “I couldn’t find nothing worth stealing for ya. You end up hating it no matter, just a waste of precious coins.”

“But you obviously got something for me?” You pointed to the dark bag she laid on the bed. 

“I didn’t steal it, I found it.” She turned back and looked at you. Lilith walked towards the bed, clinging onto the bed post as she peered at the bag. You walked up towards the bed, as your aunt began unzipping it. “It was ya mother’s. Zeenat was a sight in the dress.” 

She unveiled the dress and the first thing that came to your mind was the night. The dress was made of the darkest blue you had ever seen; so dark it almost looked black at first sight. You touched the dress, the softness of the dress like feathers against your skin. 

You turned to your aunt, her eyes glistening with tears as yours did, “This is...”

She just nodded, understanding. 

“Stop the sobbing. ya old ladies,” Lilith wiped her eyes before she jumped into action. “It’s almost evening, I want to get there before the ball ends.” 

You had never seen the Hollow from this close. It was always from a distant, it had always been a small building at the top of the hill a good distance away from the rest of the town. But you were only realising how truly enormous it was. 

Your old house wasn’t even half the size of this. Only the first level of the mansion was dwarfing your house already. 

The Hollow was dark, brooding and enchanting. It was exquisite and intriguing in a way that made your heart beat. As if the golden walls, paintings and delicate designs all had secrets, all were hiding something sinister and you were a good look away from finding out and being trapped in the place forever. 

You had seen a crowd before, but you realised you had never truly known what a crowd was. The coming together of the twenty big families of the town was not a crowd. 

A crowd was this. 

Endless streams of horses and carriages lining up the ride up to the Hollow. The halls, the waiting rooms, the ball room, not a single space in the open areas was empty. Every room had people, and noise, so much noise. 

You had lost your aunt after her introduced you to the fifth male within an hour of entry. Lilith had disappeared instantly as soon as you arrived. She had spotted Lucas waiting for her by the door, and since then they had been dancing and chatting all night long. 

You caught the stares of your aunt and Lucas’ mother towards the pair. They both seemed a bit taken back, but none objected. Both pleased and turned away, focusing on the daughter they had bought to show today. 

“Yes, Mister,” you gave the man next to you a tight smile, trying to be polite and not poke your eyes out with a fork. “It is interesting.”

He was talking about the way the orchestra was set. 

You were enjoying the music, you thought it was tasteful, beautiful and uplifting. But you had never thought hard about how an orchestra was set out. You didn’t think it made a difference, but it did. 

Apparently, it made the whole performance sound much better. 

“We should do this at every function in Venesse,” he commented as he took a sip of his dark coloured drink. 

“Nightfall,” you corrected him. He paused as he turned towards you, his eyes widening in question. You gulped as you said, “It’s Nightfall now, Mister.” 

He held your gaze for a few moments before nodding, “Right.”

You nodded, looking off into the distance at the crowd trying to find a familiar face. 

“I’ve found someone I know,” he turned towards you giving you a smile. He continued, his voice no longer interested, his body already walking away. He bowed slightly, “I’ll find you again.”

“Of course,” you replied, not bowing. He stared at you, taken aback once again before walking away. You sighed, finding a wall and leaning against it. 

You sipped on the strange bubbly drink being served around the room. You liked it, it was refreshing. 

You finished the whole glass in one big gulp. You sighed, annoyed, as you looked around for a server. You finally spotted one and began making your way towards them. 

You had almost reached them when a hand gripped your elbow making you turn around. Her sharp eyes looked at you with a forced smile, “Where have you been, dear niece?”

You smiled at her words and tone, and her grip only tightened in return. You held up the empty glass, “I was just going to get another-”

She snatched the glass of you, and placed it on the server’s plate as it passed, “How many of those have you had?”

“Around ten,” you shrugged. You drank two with every guy your aunt had made you talk to. 

“Well, stop it, and follow me.” She began leading you up to the front of the room. As you walked behind her, her grip disappeared, but you continued to follow. The closer you got to the front, the more the people changed. 

There wasn't noise this far up the hall. People talked quietly, holding conversations, laughing softly. You could hear the music, the sweet richness of the bass strings vibrated here. People also looked older up here. 

Your eyes met a few on the way as you followed your aunt, and they looked away as if they hadn’t seen you in the first place. You frowned. 

Where was your aunt taking you?

She stopped suddenly making you bump into her slightly. You looked down at her, as she peered back up at you in anger. She turned to the front, her face calm and polite. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” she bowed, you followed her bowing. “It is an honour to make your grace.” 

She stood, and you followed her straightening. But kept your eyes down.

“Lady Hera,” a smooth voice greeted her. You heard your aunt gasp in surprise, before bowing her head slightly. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” she breathed, breathless. 

“Thank you for making an appearance,” the voice spoke again. His voice smooth and velvety. It was deep, graceful and attractive. It was familiar. “I hope to one day be able to purchase an offering from your farm.” 

“Anytime, Your Blessed Highness,” she replied, graciously. “We are at your disposal.” 

“You are too kind,” he only chuckled. 

You knew that voice. 

“Forgive my forwardness, but are you not to dance tonight?” 

You glared at your aunt, your eyes still cast low. 

He chuckled once again, graceful and controlled, “The night is still young, Lady Hera. Would you do me the honour if I decide too?”

You pursed your lips hiding the chuckle as you saw your aunt’s knees weaken. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” she gasped, and you could imagine a hand on her your chest in surprise. 

“I am too old. My bones ache from walking simply. But in my stead,” you saw her body turn as she held out a hand for you. You looked up to her startled. You would have glared if this was home, but you decided not to in front of the Blessed. “I present my oldest niece, Lady y/n.”

You placed your hand in hers, and let her guide you to the front. You swallowed nervously as you lifted your gaze. Your breath got caught in your throat as you saw the most handsome male sit in front of you in his throne. 

His dark eyes looked at you taking you in. The corners of his rosy lips lifting into a smirk as he tilted his head slightly to the side, studying you. 

“Lady Y/n,” he tested your name on his tongue. His voice soft and intimate. You felt your cheeks get hot as his eyes remained on you. He stared at you for a long moment before turning to your aunt, “A true beauty, right after you.” 

You bowed once again at the compliment, getting ready to walk away. 

“Save me a dance, my lady,” he stopped you, his gaze burning you once more. You bowed again, daring to look up once more. You look away instantly as your eyes meet his dark ones. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” you nod, before walking away. Your aunt follows, her hand squeezing yours tightly as you both rush away. 

[d-nghy-ck]

Peach Tea

Pairing: Haechan/Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: Fluff, best friends to lovers, romance

Summary: Thoughts of the flavor of his lip balm do little else besides cloud your mind. 

Word Count: 2k

Getting a crush on your best friend wasn't something you'd signed up for when you met a certain sun-kissed boy last summer. And yet, as you sprawl with him on the steps of your front porch on this warm, breezy day, you can't help but reconcile with the fact that you've fallen deeply for him. Starting out as teasing jokes and snide snickers, your admiration for him grew with the changing of the seasons, and suddenly as the year revolved around you, your mind spinning, you are met face to face with the reminder of a summer love and how much he means to you. 

Donghyuck twists an uprooted clover blossom between his busy fingertips as he leans across your front porch steps, a smile on his lips. His mind is as idle as the hazy scene around him as he breathes in the sweet scent of flowers on the wind. Alongside him, you set your sights on the clouds above the canopy of trees before you. On a sultry day like today, with its warm glow of light and its air blanketing you in a warm, languid embrace, you hope to calm your nervous energy around the boy of your affections. 

The mesmerizing kaleidoscope of swaying tree branches above allows a filter of speckled golden sunlight to shine down upon his wavy brown hair. He ponders for a moment with pouted lips before asking, "Do you like the flavor of matcha?" 

You pull yourself out of your dreamy reprieve to consider his thoughtful side profile as he looks out across the field. "I do!" you reply simply, and he turns to study you with curiosity as you continue, "In fact, it's the flavor of my lip balm." 

His eyes automatically drift down to glance at your lips before he nods and hastily looks away, the pace of his fidgeting with the flower between his fingertips increasingly hastened. "Oh, I never noticed. That's nice." He speaks low and wavering as the flower disintegrates in his hands. 

"What's yours?" 

"Mine is peach. I like it." He smiles softly, expression pensive as he tosses the remainder of the clover. 

You hum in response as the space between you is filled with the sound of bees buzzing amongst the clovers beneath you and wind gusting between tree branches above you. Nervously, you continue to admire his form. He's so attractive like this, lost in his own world, his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks when he blinks. He straightens up and leans back on his palms, stretching out his long legs across the stone path before him and his fingers tap on the wooden planks of the porch as he casts his gaze towards the sky. You wonder what it would be like to have him as yours. Oh, the amount of times you've considered how his steady, strong arms would wrap securely around you, how his playful giggle would sound at your ear, and now you know how his lips would taste -

Your train of thought is interrupted by a leaf floating slowly down upon him, catching in his hair. Your fingers jump hesitantly before reaching forward to pull it out of his wind-blown strands. Stirring beside you to meet your concentrated gaze, his quizzical expression implores you to wave the leaf in front of his eyes with a grin as he comes to an understanding of your sudden nurturing touches. With a giggle, you comb his golden brown hair back into place, paying attention to curling it around his ears just right, admiring how the tips grow red at your touch. When you pull back to see his eyes watching you attentively, you suddenly notice how close he's leaned in, even if only to assist your reach.  

"Is there another leaf, or what?" he asks expectantly. 

"Oh, no - I'm just fixing your hair. It looks silly." You continue to comb your fingers through the wayward strands that catch the currents of the passing breeze. 

"Ah, you're so sweet," he coos. His moist lips catch a glimmer of light, and a thought occurs to you. Suddenly your heart is fit to burst as you're thrown into a whirlwind of intrusive ideas.  

"Uh- " you open your mouth to speak, but you don't dare utter your immediate thoughts. Before you say anything brash, you mash your lips together and break eye contact in favor of looking back up at the trees, but he clues in to your obvious flustered avoidance like a bait. 

"What were you going to say?" He leans toward you, teasing and frisky, and you already know you're doomed. 

Heaving a deep sigh, your face feels on fire, and you're sure your embarrassment is written all over you. "I can't. It's too much." 

"Oh, come on. You can tell me anything." His hand lifts to reach for yours where it rests on the porch, placing his warm palm over the back of your hand. 

Rapidly, your heart rate thumps and you close your eyes in an attempt to concentrate on breathing, but his thumb slowly tracing the veins on the back of your hand doesn't help to calm you. You gulp before throwing out an excuse. "No, now that I've made it a big deal, I especially can't say it." 

"Why's that?" The taunt in his voice sings through the air. 

"Because you'll wonder why I care so much about it." Shaking your head, you pull your hand from beneath his and burry your face in your hands in an effort to hide how absolutely mortified you feel. "I'm so transparent, oh god."

You're met with the view of his inquiring gaze as he pulls your hands from your face to hold them in your lap, rubbing his hands back and forth over yours reassuringly, creating a warm friction. He puts on his best persuasive pout and whines out, "Pleeease." Tugging at your hands, he jostles you gently from side to side, and as much as you try to fight it, a grin creeps onto your lips at his silly, lighthearted gestures, eyes squeezing into crescents to match his. Even when he is unknowingly the source of the problem at hand, you can't deny that sometimes he's also the ideal solution. Nerves calming, you breathe deeply and relax your shoulders, attention downcast at your joined hands. 

The silky slide of his fingers gently interlacing with yours feels so delicate and comforting, but you can't refuse the thrill as your stomach flips. You notice how perfect it looks - his hands slightly bigger than yours as they cradle you before giving an encouraging squeeze, and you look up to find him leaning in towards you, studying your features. "You're cute when you're like this, you know." His voice is inviting and accepting, and your heart soars. 

Entranced by his gaze, you nod faintly. The way his eyes melt and his hair floats in the oncoming breeze only serves to throw you further into despair.  

"So please," he continues. "I have to know what's got you so worked up."

You consider for a second, taking the opportunity to study his handsome features this closely for the first time. Hypnotized by the power of his radiating smile and deeply trusting gaze, you feel within you the growing courage to speak up. Without warning and beyond your will, your lips part to speak. 

"You said I'm sweet... well, you're sweeter," you clearly state, attention focused on him unwaveringly as you continue. "After all, you taste like peaches and I taste like tea." 

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Donghyuck's movements on your hand halt and his lips part, slightly agape in surprise. Eyes wide and quivering, a flush blooms across his cheeks as realization hits. His close presence feels stifling as his eyes drop down to trace your lips. Peach-flavored breath tickles your skin as he closes the distance, leaning forward to catch your lips in his. The soft, moist glide of his satin lips clouds your thoughts as you're surrounded by the sweet aroma of floral stone fruit on top of your own herby balm. Relief overcomes you as you sink into the kiss, mind numb to all thoughts except those that revolve around him. 

He pulls back just enough to lick his lips, his bright, exuberant eyes glinting. Hovering to only barely drag his lips against yours, he murmurs against you, "Tastes like peach tea," before pressing forward with added fervor, releasing an elated giggle muffled by your lips on his. 

His hand squeezes yours so tightly, fingers intertwined, before softly floating up your arm to your cheek to brush his thumb lovingly in velvet-soft touches against your skin. The care with which he moves to cradle your face against his conveys just how much he covets you. His hand twists your hair at the nape of your neck and you press yourself into this summery boy, savoring his refreshing taste. Pulling back, you're rendered breathless as he matches the scene around him; the light filtering through the trees casts his deserving halo, his eyes glow with joy matched only by the sun, and his lips and cheeks are peachy like his taste. 

[vannahfanfics]

A Dash of Cream and Sugar

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Emi Fukukado, Shota Aizawa

Emi hunched over the counter, fist digging into her cheek with her lips pursed as she sourly fixated on the corner of the coffeeshop. Bent over a laptop, fingers smoothly gliding over the keyboard, the handsomest man she’d ever clapped eyes on diligently attended to his work. Onyx-black eyes lidded as they fixed on the computer screen, wavy brown-black hair tied in a loose bun behind his head, and a white dress shirt clinging to his lean but muscular frame, local prosecutor Shota Aizawa sure was a mouthwatering sight— and a frequent one. The man practically lived on coffee, and thus was a regular figure in the mom-and-pop coffee shop where Emi worked as a barista. 

He’s so attractive that it’s a crime, she moped, slumping further into the counter as her longing mounted. She released a dreamy sigh, hearts practically beating in her eyes while she watched him take a languid sip of his black coffee. How can he walk around looking that fine when he’s a prosecutor? Talk about hypocritical! She giggled at her own joke, drawing the attention of her coworker Yu. 

“Ahhh, daydreaming about life with our local sleep-deprived filthy rich prosecutor, are we, Emi?” the blonde woman crooned as she bopped Emi atop the head with an empty coffee cup. The other woman frowned and rubbed the top of her hair, turning to look at her friend with pursed lips. 

“Not so loud!” 

“Relax. The only one who’s unaware of your affections is the object of your affections,” Yu teased. Emi puffed out her cheeks angrily, but said nothing, because she was right. Despite Emi’s most valiant attempts at flirting— batting her eyelashes, fleeting touches, and even bending over the counter to give a great shot of her endowments— had failed miserably. The man was just oblivious. Stone-faced, he’d just take his coffee with a simple “thank you” and shamble off to his corner to attend to his paperwork. 

Emi was at the end of her rope. She wasn’t getting any younger, and dammit, she wanted this man. 

“What do I do, Yu?” she warbled miserably while turning to plank against Yu’s chest. The woman cooed and patted Emi’s back encouragingly, prompting the green-hand woman to seek further solace in her bosom. Buried in her pillowy chest, Emi’s words were muffled as she groaned, “I just want him to notice me…” 

“Alas, my dear Emi, men are dense sometimes,” Yu tutted and patted Emi atop her head. “However, we women must persevere to win the hearts of men, however blockheaded they may be! It’s clear we have to take drastic measures.” 

“Drastic measures?” Emi echoed, turning up her chin to peer at Yu with pursed lips and a few of her sea-green hair sticking up from her friend’s comforting caresses. 

“That’s right!” Yu asserted and clapped her hands down on Emi’s shoulders, making her jump a little. “You have to lay it on so thick that he can’t possibly think you’re doing anything but flirting. Listen carefully, dear Emi, and we’ll net your man for sure!” Emi straightened up and Yu leaned in close to whisper fervently in her ear, both their gazes flickering to the unsuspecting man sitting quietly in his corner and type-type-typing away… 

That’s how Emi found herself sauntering up to the small round table with a fresh coffee in hand, an exaggerated sashay in her hips and a pleasant smile on her freshly-glossed lips (courtesy of her savior Yu). She called cheerily to Shota, adding a delighted wave to play up the cute and endearing act, and her heart skipped a beat when his lidded black eyes slid in her direction. His eyebrows quirked up his forehead when he noticed the steaming cup of coffee in her hand, her seafoam green acrylic nails a stark contrast to the white paper cup. 

“What do we have here?” he smirked, straightening in his chair. Emi’s knees nearly turned to jelly when he stretched his arms above his head, part of his dress shirt coming untucked from the waistband of his slate gray slacks and revealing a bit of his chiseled abdominals. She wobbled in her heels, legs stumbling in front of each other, but thankfully he had his eyes closed as he popped his aching vertebrae. It gave her just enough time to stagger up to the table and catch herself with the edge— and greet him with a million-dollar smile when he cracked his eyes open. 

“You’ve been here for a while, hard at work,” she explained, setting the fresh coffee down. “I thought it was high time for a fresh cup.” 

“Much appreciated, Emi.” Her nerves sang as he used her name, just like every time; with how often he was here, he was on a first-name basis with all the baristas, especially Emi since she worked full-time to supplement her income as a part-time standup comedian. He took the cup and brought it to his lips, sampling it with a teasingly raised eyebrow. He then smiled at her, and she wanted to do a happy somersault when she saw the pleased twinkle in his onyx eyes. “Perfect. I would be disappointed if you didn’t have my order memorized.” 

“The strongest brew of the day with a dash of cream and sugar and an extra two shots of espresso, or as I like to call it, Liquid Death,” Emi joked with a waggle of her finger. “Of course I know it, since I make it almost every day.” Her heart thrummed when his smirk twitched into an amused smile. 

“And yet, it’s not on the menu.”

“The management believes that it may unnerve our normal customers,” Emi purred with a playful wink. A chuckle rumbled in his chest, throaty in deep, and she melted against the table as her knees once again melted at the devilish attractiveness of this man. I’ll die before I even get to ask him out! She thought, resisting the urge to fan her slowly-flushing face. 

“What a shame,” he tutted and took another sip. Emi watched him with an intense stare— more specifically, the writing in permanent marker on the cup he’d yet to notice, as it was currently hidden underneath his thumb. Would her and Yu’s carefully-constructed plan fall to pieces all due to unfortunate physics? Her heart pounded against his ribcage as she just watched him sip at the coffee, her brows furrowing more and more with each passing second. 

Please notice me… I’m right here! she pleaded silently, nearly reduced to tears with frustration. Her heartbeat rose in pitch with each thump, until it thundered in her ears at near-deafening intensity. 

“Emi? Emi. Emi.” 

“O-oh!” she stammered when Shota’s voice finally reached her. She jerked violently and fluttered her eyelashes as she came back to reality; it took her a few moments to register that he was holding out some bills to her and looking at her in concern. 

“You all right?” 

“H-huh! Oh, yes. I just got lost in thought!” she evaded with a light-hearted laugh. She looked down at the offered bills, then waved a hand dismissively with a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about the coffee! I used my daily free drink.” 

Shota raised an eyebrow questioningly, his hand falling a little. 

“Well, that leaves you without a drink, now doesn’t it?” 

“Bahhh, don’t sweat it!” she insisted with another fluttery wave, using her other hand to rub the back of her neck. “I don’t feel like drinking coffee today.” Shota looked unconvinced, but obediently tucked the bills back into his wallet. He picked up the coffee and sipped at it thoughtfully, once again failing to see the writing scrawled on the white surface. Emi wanted to fall over and throw a tantrum, it was so infuriating how the world hated her so!

“Still, I feel like I should repay you some way…” 

“Really, it’s not ne—” 

“If not monetary reimbursement, then perhaps a date?” 

Emi almost spit all over him with the completely flabbergasted sound that came out of her mouth. Shota actually chuckled a little at the way her mouth fell open and she just stared unresponsively, dumbstruck. 

“While you were staring off into space, I read your little love note,” he revealed, turning the coffee cup around and giving it a shake. Emi had written the poem “Roses are red, violets are blue, if it’s not too much trouble, can I go out with you? <3” in black permanent marker in the white space of the cup. “Quite original, I must say. Much more enjoyable than your phone number, though I suppose I’ll need it,” he said with a wolfish grin and a saucy wink that had Emi almost faint. 

“O-okay,” she said breathily, submitting to the urge to fan her face as a blush blazed across her face. She retrieved her trusty permanent marker and the empty coffee cup, lifting it up with trembling hands to write down her number. Her quivering hands made the numbers jerky and twitchy, but thankfully still legible. When she handed it back to Shota, he appraised it with a hum, and then set it down. 

“Thank you. What time do you get off tonight?” 

“T-tonight?” she wheezed. Though this was everything she’d ever wanted, suddenly it felt like it was all happening too fast. Somehow, she remained steadfast and squeaked out, “Ei-eight…” 

“All right then, Emi,” Shota smiled and leaned back in his chair. “I’ll see you for dinner, then. Now, you and I both should probably get back to work,” he said, motioning to the coffee bar with his chin. She looked back to see Yu struggling to man the front herself and casting desperate glances at Emi. 

“O-okay!” she said breezily, wobbling as the situation finally began to dawn on her. Still, her friend needed her, so she staggered back to her workspace to replace Yu at the register and fumble through the orders with a hazy mind. She kept thinking how much Shota’s coffee order fit him— though he seemed dark and brooding, just like pure espresso, but there was a hint of sweetness, a dash of cream and sugar, swirling within. She couldn’t wait until their date, when she could really get a taste of her new favorite brew…

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[tomsrebeleyebrow]

ocean eyes | ho x fem!reader (merman au)

credits to myself for the moodboard

Summary: Sometimes, having a crush might be a difficult matter to deal with... even more when the aforesaid crush turned to not be who you thought it was at first sight. 

Warnings: mention of ANGST (suicidal thoughts), language, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddo), lots of gridding and PDA, oral (fem receiving) and a glimpse of handjob.

Word Count: 8.7k (oh my what)

A/N: So... I’M BACK BABYYY, with some hot stuff too 🔥✨ And particularly with this quite original AU that was sleeping in my drafts for like two months and more… oopsie? 😂😅 Also I felt like our Hazza boy needed some love so here we gooo 👀 But oh lord is it good to be back to writing again! Thank you again to all of you who supported me and made me want to come back here 🥺💕 I’d be nothing without you all… So please, enjoy this oneshot, show me your support and there is also a brand new taglist below you can subscribe to if you like my writings (or you can definitely turn your notifications on to know each time I post) 😌🙏🏻

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“Tom, are you sure he's going to be there?”

“I promise (Y/N), I made sure to have Harry and Sam ask just in case. I'm pretty sure he’d be coming only to show off a little and for the free booze as always, but he will be there nonetheless.”

You couldn't help the giddy smile that spread to your lips, clasping your hands together with excitement. Tom was your best friend for three years now and definitely the best wingman you ever knew - true to the rumours, as the brunette was making sure the person you couldn't stop thinking about would participate at this (quite extravagant) vacation Tom decided to organise in the Maldives.

That person had been at a previous get together you had with some friends but as strange as it may have seemed, once knowing his outgoing personality he was such a loner and that made him hard to approach. Harrison, Tom’s best friend. Around your age and incredibly handsome that you couldn't get him out of your mind. These nice blonde locks of hair that turned slightly darker now, slightly curly when too long, a well toned body and not to mention the brightness of his blue eyes, almost translucent but reminding you of the vastness of the ocean.

That boy completely stole your heart... and didn’t really speak to you that much.

It was not that you didn't try to talk to Harrison before but most of the time, he would just ignore you or at some point look disinterested in his surrounding until he would just leave. Today you were more determined. And even if the blond man came off like a snob or a jerk - Tom assuring you he was not at all -, you really wanted to take some time to get to know him.

“Thanks for asking me to join the trip, Tom” you said, “I can't believe you suddenly felt like “taking a break and let’s get wild and free to the Maldives’ really” you beamed excitedly, trotting before your brunette friend while taking a whiff of the air, completely infatuated with the smell of the salty ocean water in the distance.

“Come on, that’s all fine (Y/N)” smiled Tom as he joined your side, “you needed that little vacation anyway.”

“You’re such a div, really… Moviestar...”

“Hey! Don’t call me that now!”

Laughing, you both trailed up the floorboard pathway on the white sand that leaded to the beautiful couples of straw huts on piles. The little floating houses were already teeming with lots of people, most faces you definitely didn’t know at all but you still managed to catch sight of Tom’s twin brothers and some other mutuals friends of yours. A smiling Maldives’ waiter welcomed and guided both of you down the plank pathway to the first straw hut where at least twenty people were already dancing and enjoying themselves. After seeing how extravagant this kind of party could be, you almost regretted wearing a simple white beach dress with your bikini underneath, but everyone else was dressed as casual as you were as well so you felt much better.

After grabbing some punch and chatting with your friends you (finally) found for a bit, you kept looking around for Harrison but it looked like he didn’t arrived yet. At least that was what you thought until you spotted him in the shadow of another straw hut further away, leaning on the rails and staring out at the crystal clear ocean. He was alone there, away from the loud music coming from the other huts mixed with the constant laughers of the guests. You’ve never been more happy to finally find him that you were not going to let any shyness hold you back, and then you made your slow approach towards him.

“Hey Harrison, it's nice to see you again” you began, trying to not seem too excited. “I didn't know you were going to be here...” you lied through your teeth but it was a small white one, as you stepped up next to his right side.

Harrison’s cheek tilted in your direction for the briefest of seconds, giving you a small moment to admire his bright eyes before quickly turning away. A frown ghosted over your lips but you held your ground, trying to start a small conversation with him but nothing you said seemed to interest him. After several minutes of trying and failing just to get him to speak, you leaned out and looked at the water before whispering.

“You must really like the ocean...”

“I fuckin’ hate the ocean” Harrison snapped, startling you it almost made you jump backwards.

His voice was a lot deeper than you imagined, such a tone with a pretty defined accent could charm you right out of your clothes with very little effort. You shook your head at such misplaced thoughts before looking up at his face as Harrison was glaring spitefully into the distance, both his hands gripping the wood banister as if ready to rip it in half.

You never saw such a troubled expression before that you instinctively grabbed the blonde’s wrist and gave his hand a tug.

“If you don't like the ocean, stop giving it your attention and enjoy the party” you interrupted his train of thoughts, surprising yourself by such boldness. “Come dance with me, I promise I'm not as clumsy as I look.”

It was astonishing even to yourself that Harrison allowed you to pull him away to guide him over the center of the empty straw hut you were both in.

“You may have a very goofy face, so I bet you really are clumsy” the blond man snorted, his fine lips quirking up into a grin but you didn't mind at all, specially since he just looked so dreamy with that teasing smile on his face.

You giggled while taking more initiative by sliding one hand around his hip and taking his own in the other, your heart skipped a beat at the way Harrison interlocked your fingers together with his.

“You better not step on my feet” he warned, before sighing, “... not promising I won’t, though.”

Giggling, you immediately took the lead as Harrison slid his other hand to the middle of your back. You gladly fell into his steps, doing your best to prove you at least had some sophistication. No doubt in your mind, you'd be so embarrassed if you did actually step on his foot. On the other hand, Harrison had the perfect build for dancing, even if it felt like he wasn't exactly sure about what he was doing at the moment. It wasn't like it was hard though, just simple stepping you both back and forth to the music with the occasional spin was all he had to do. But still, dancing was not an easy matter for anyone.

Eventually it seemed very natural to step closer to each other, resting your hands on his hips while his own swayed down to your lower back before settling on the curve that started the shape of your bottom. You moved together, getting lost in the heat of his build upper body, unable to stop the hopeful feelings boiling inside.

The music switched to a more beat heavy and bopping rhythm, so you detached only to turn in his grasp and sway your hips back and forth against him. It took literally less than a second for his own hands to slide around your waist and maneuver your behind to rub up against his crotch. Both of you tuned the world out and danced so intimately, it felt like nothing else mattered.

“Maybe you were right, you don't have two left feet after all” Harrison mumbled against the back of your head, pulling his hands back just enough to hold your hips tight and sway you from side to side.

You blushed softly at the way the blond boy curved you into his taller more muscular shape, the heat of his hands and skin giving you courage to delicately rest your own hands on his own hips and meet his movements.

“Thanks, but I'm just following your lead… It feels really nice to dance with you” you whispered to him, momentarily closing your eyes as you leaned back against his chest. "My name is (Y/N), by the way. Tom’s friend. Uhm, I tried talking to you back then at the Brighton party from a few weeks ago but—” you trailed off, forcing an awkward smile even if Harrison couldn't see your face.

“I remember you” Harrison cut off. He huffed, his grip suddenly tightening against your stomach before he purposefully felt down the shape of your legs along your soft dress. “The chatterbox who talked to me for like fifteen minutes even though I never said a word back.”

“O-oh…”

The forlorn tone in your voice was unmistakable as you pulled away from his grasp and tried to excuse yourself.

“I’m sorry, I never meant to bother you… I just wanted to talk…”

Your eyes became a bit glossy. You truly hoped Harrison would remember you but it didn't sound like you left a good first impression. But then his firm hand latched onto your wrist, halting your movement before you could step too far away and instantly yanked you back hard enough to stumble into his chest.

“I never said you could leave, (Y/N)...”

With purpose his other hand slid down to the bottom of your ass, making sure you couldn't escape as he held you still, tightly.

“If you haven't noticed, right now we are doing more than talking. You invited me to dance... s-so let’s dance.”

Once again, you followed his lead as the blond boy began moving you both around the hut. One of your hands was pressing flatly against his chest but soon it slowly shifted up to his shoulder, meeting his movement and curving your body into the posture of his own. It was both heart racing and felt so natural to dance with him that you didn’t really know far that long.

Some time passing, you talked with Harrison while dancing and, like you had promised yourself, got to know him a little more. At first, the boy was the one to ask you tons of questions, not really letting you a second to ask something back but after a bit, you learned that Harrison was an actor, slowly making his place into the industry and the current big project he was working on. He also only came here because the boy like partying in general, also for Tom obviously and for the drinks.

It made you smile, Tom's first hypothesis being correct but you didn't really care about Harrison’s reasons. All that mattered now was that he actually came and was here, with you. He even offered a small excuse for why he was so silent when you tried to talk to him a few weeks ago, as the blonde man had a really stressful day on set and knew if he opened his mouth, it would just be party pooper.

“It's never pleasant for anyone when I'm in a bad mood. So I just stayed silent, but you just went on and on… It was quite entertaining to watch you though” Harrison snickered, watching you puff out your cheeks and call him a jerk for not saying at least something to you, leaving out the part where you thought he was just some player and you weren't pretty enough for him.

Eventually you both got tired of dancing after several songs and went to sit on the stairs which leaded to the sea. While going, you also got a silent thumbs up from a dancing and slightly drunk Tom in another straw hut whom seemed to be wishing you luck, which you were grateful for.

After talking a little more on the wooden stairs, the ocean breeze just felt and smelled really delightful that you pointed down to the wharf and turned to Harrison with a bright hopeful smile.

“We should go for a walk down by the beach!”

“Really now?” Harrison scowled, turning his face away. “The damn ocean is already surrounded us now, why would you even go walk along it…”

With a sigh the boy stood, shoving both of his hands in his dark bermuda pockets and walking away. A frown formed on your lips turning away to grip the bottom of your dress, trying to remain strong as you weren't going to beg him for sure.

“Fine. I'll go by myself… I-I can enjoy the moonlight even if I'm alone.”

Harrison turned back, watching you not even spare him another glance before carefully taking the steps down the hut you were to then walk onto another flootboard path to the front of the beach. Once back on land, you slid off your sandals and smiled at the soft feeling of the still warm sand beneath your feet.

The ocean breeze rustled through your loose hair and the salty smell of the water wafted into your nose as you walked along by the edge of the waves. The cold and clear water lapped at your feet and over your ankles, before you stopped and looked up at the luminous moon casting a beautiful bright glow down against the surface of the water. With a subtle turn, you glanced at both your sides before a small tear ebbed down your cheek.

“I'm always alone… does anyone actually see me?”

You got to dance with who you can qualify as your crush and he finally talked to you tonight… and yet, you were still not satisfied. Way far from being satisfied. You have friends for course, but no one can see how much you were hurt deep inside.

I wish I could just walk out into the ocean and never come back.

Lifting your legs you took a step or two towards the glorious and vast ocean, only to have a warm hand suddenly grab a hold of your wrist. Turning, your eyes widen at the sight of Harrison’s diamond orbs, a tear involuntarily gliding down your cheek that you quickly wiped away with an abrupt turn.

“I see you, (Y/N)” the blonde man said, simply tugging your hand and getting you to step out of the path of the oncoming calm waves so he wouldn't get wet.

“You wanted to walk, right? So let’s walk, come on...”

With a tight but not harsh grip on your hand, Harrison interlocked your fingers and nearly dragged you along beside him as you stepped further down the immense beach of the island.

You'd never been more grateful that Harrison didn’t called attention to the fact that you were crying, even if he clearly heard what you said for sure. The warmth of his palm and slender fingers were incredibly soothing to the loneliness inside your heart. Without even a second thought, you indulged sliding your other hand around his elbow and laying your head on his shoulder.

Just for a moment, that’s all I need...

His beautiful eyes casted down to the top of your head, gritting his teeth wondering why he just couldn't leave you alone... even though the boy had no intention of getting this close to anyone. Harrison leaded the way slowly further down the beach, avoiding the waves and glaring spitefully at the water, hopefully he wouldn't have to get any closer to it, this being his only goal at the moment.

“... thank you.”

“I didn't do anything.”

You smiled slowly detaching from his shoulder, until your hands were the only thing still connected. Even in pure silent but with the sound of the waves in the background, it felt peaceful and not being alone was just a million times better than the expansive loneliness you were consumed with a minute ago. Taking a small leap you pointed up to the wharf and ask if you can walk up there together.

Harrison flared his nostrils but still took you both over to the stairs, guiding your way up until you were walking along the light wooden platform. Slowly you started talking again, realizing for some reason you were just so comfortable with him even if this was only the second time you’ve met within the span of a few weeks.

Even if Harrison had somehow a bit of a moody attitude, you could tell he was not a bad company. When his handsome facial features were fully relaxed and able to laugh and smile, those were some of the best moments but it felt like he had troubles opening up and letting himself have fun.

With the moon at your back and being alone with him, the moment felt so right. So you worked up the courage to ask him “the” question you wanted to since the first time you met. Letting go of his hand you stepped in front of him, pushing back your hair that was becoming delightfully frazzled by the ocean breeze and smiled at him, shyly.

“Harrison, I was wondering… if you had a girlfriend—”

“I do.”

“Oh...” you whispered, the smile on your face faltering for the briefest of seconds but you quickly recovered, not letting it bring you down before you turned around and held your hands behind your back. “I... expected a handsome guy like you to be taken, so I'm honestly not surprised.”

There was suddenly a heavy pang inside your chest, but you couldn’t ask for anything more than what Harrison had already given you.

“I had fun dancing with you, and also got you, the brick wall, to talk” you said while turning back to face the blonde with a gentle expression. “I-I, well I basically had a crush on you— I know it's pretty silly… but you were kind to me in your own way, so thank you. I promise I won’t bother you a-anymore…”

The expression on Harrison’s face kind of made him hard to read, but you were honestly trying to not look as you walk past him, briefly grazing against his hand before trying to make your grand escape.

The thump in your chest throbbed so loudly that it was rather painful and the only thing you could focus on, which was why it startled you so much when the blonde man abruptly turned and grabbed your elbow that your foot missed the platform while you tried to pull away. The next thing you knew was that you were plummeting off the side of the wharf, panic flaring into your eyes and desperately trying to grab onto his arm.

But it was too late. And you were now falling in the ocean.

You squealed in fear, watching Harrison not even waste a single second before diving in after you. Both of his muscled arms wrapped around your body and switched your positions so he was bracing your fall, as you both smacked into the cold waves of the water and instantly sinked below the surface.

It took you a moment but your eyes slowly opened under the cold water, feeling jarred and vision momentarily blurry before they focused on Harrison. Bubbles flubbed from your lips as you called to him and waded through the water until you were finally right in front of him. His expression churned your heart as the boy looked so utterly distressed, so you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks and lift his head to focus on you...

But then, you trailed down and immediately thought this must be a dream.

Below his toned torso was displayed a long and beautiful turquoise colored tail fin covered in scales, a mixed of varied shades of blue shimmering with the moon ray. It was as bright as a freshly full moon, flowered out like it was encased in multiple diamonds. It was definitely the prettiest thing you have ever seen, that you couldn’t help yourself but glide your hand down to pet along its base.

Your fingers barely got to note that bumpy texture before Harrison grabbed your hand and placed his own against your cheek. Your skin warmed as the blond boy pulled you closer and shook his head, a troubled look on his face that you had no idea how to help him before he parted his lips and spoke directly to you, no bubbles coming out of his mouth, just words.

“Why couldn't you just leave me alone?!”

His words were like a stab to your heart that you just darted forward to wrap both arms around his frame, sliding your head over his shoulder flubbing “I'm sorry” to him over and over, until your body started to fall lax and your eyes slid closed, the need for oxygen overwhelming your body. Everything began to fade until you felt him grip your hips, wading his fin back and forth until you were above the water and coughing for air.

With a shove Harrison detached you from his body, watching as the waves carry you back to the shore by the beach. Your eyes fluttered a thousand times, panting and trying to exert more air back into your waterlogged lungs, before focusing on him. The moment your lips parted to call him out, you noted the angry expression on his face before the blond merman turned and dived down back into the water, swimming away at the speed of light.

“W-wait! Please, Harrison!”

You stood there, looking back and forth and as far out into the ocean as your eyes possibly could but Harrison was long gone by now.

“... Please, come back” you slowly whispered, gripping both of your hands over the front of your now heavy and completely soaked dress.

The way your heart thumped into overdrive was almost as painful as the heartbreak you experienced just moments before the fall.

* * * *

After sitting on the shore for the longest time, hoping with all your heart that the blond boy would come back, it became obvious after nearly an hour that he wasn't going to return. Shivering, you walked back towards the main straw hut and waved off all of your friends’ concerns, saying you just went for a little dip in the water.

The party winded down after awhile with everyone departing and respectively returning to their hotel. You went back and waited like a lost puppy on the wharf for Harrison as long as you could, looking out into the expansive beautiful blue ocean and slowly starting to realize why he hated it and didn't want to be anywhere near it.

It’s my fault. He didn't want anyone to know and I forced him to follow me around. He probably hates me now… but I'd just like to know if he's okay.

“(Y/N)!” Tom called out, joining and sliding himself next to you on the wharf. “I was about to head back to the hotel. Want to walk back together?”

He had such a kind and tender smile on his face, almost able to appease you with his slight rosy cheeks due to all the booze he had consumed. If only you'd fallen for someone as gentle and funny as him, maybe you wouldn't be longing for an elusive handsome merman right now.

“Thanks for the offer Tom, but… I think I'd like to stay a little longer, if that’s alright” you spoke softly, trailing off why you wanted to torture yourself any longer but you just hoped so much Harrison would come back.

“That’s totally fine, darling. Some people are still at the party, but don’t hesitate to text me if you want me to come back to not walk alone. Or I can even ask a staff member of our hotel to come here and escort you if you prefer. Just tell me, okay (Y/N)?”

You'd never been more grateful to have a friend you can trust like Tom; lovely, helpful and kind hearted. Stepping forward you surprised him with a hug and a soft thank you. After that, Tom said his goodbye's and left. You waited on the wharf another hour by walking back and forth to look at both sides of it, before deciding to sit at the edge. Almost another hour went by and now, it must of been nearly midnight as your doubts were high that the mysterious Harrison most certainly had no desire to ever see you ever again.

The party in the straw huts finally died down, the staff from the restaurant on the island now actively cleaning the mess done by the guests. Eventually, you laid down on the hard floorboard wharf with heavy thoughts that lulled you into a sleep where you dreamed about the warm and enamoring feelings of dancing against his toned and protective frame.

Some time later the sound of steps resonated on the wooden wharf, soon followed by a heavy sigh as someone bended down next to your side, running delicately the back of his knuckles along your cheek.

“I thought you would have left by now… silly.”

The mesmerizing deep octave of his voice jared you awake, a soft smile curving up on your lips at the sight of his astonishing emerald eyes. The blond man frowned before standing up and pulling away, turning around to immediately walk away from you but you suddenly jolted up to grab the back of his pastel hoodie he was now wearing, desperation in your fingertips.

“I'm sorry, Harrison— I… it's my fault. I won’t tell anyone, I promise—”

“Is that all you wanted to say?”

Harrison’s voice was monotone but his face was full of an abundance of emotions he just didn’t want you to see now.

“Y-Yes…” you whispered, letting go of his hoodie. “... I also just wanted to make sure you were okay, and that you didn’t get hurt…”

You smiled softly stepping up to his backside, placing your forehead against the middle of his back indulging for just a moment.

“Your fin is incredibly beautiful…”

One of his hands clenched over his heart, his brows furrowing together while he gnashed his teeth. When you let go and stepped back, the loss of your heat was actually incredibly startling as Harrison turned towards you, to then notice you already began walking away.

“I'm sorry for annoying you… I'll lea—”

“Stop apologizing when you haven't done anything wrong!” Harrison suddenly hissed, latching his hands onto your body from behind gripping your waist so tight it nearly felt like he was trembling.

The gruff sound of his voice had you flinching and your cheeks warming as he buried his astute chin into the fluffy tresses atop your head. His strong and tight grip seemed almost desperate that you weren't sure what to do but your fingers gently layered over his hands, petting and caressing his knuckles. Slowly, the blond man relaxed until his hold was lax enough for you to turn around and look up at his troubled expression. With a smile, you slid your arms around him and gave him a startling hug.

“I know you probably don't like hugs but… they can make people feel better sometimes.”

Such a soft sentence had his expression soften before his own hands slid up around your back, holding you snugly against his muscular chest. His heart was tranquil and steady like the ocean, maybe even as soothing as those blue waves as well. Harrison even had a delightful soft scent that was kind of addicting.

After a few moments, you parted while looking up at his rugged and handsome face. Those translucent and shining orbs were so alluring, so mesmerizing that within just a few seconds, you were leaning forward and pushing yourself up on your tippy toes until your lips were pressed against each other. His slender digits instantly cupped your cheek and slid the other into your hair where he returned the kiss full force.

Warmth washed over your body and simultaneously the words he'd spoken to you before, that had you detaching so abruptly that Harrison literally growled like a wolf full of primal desire.

“I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that… But you have a girlfriend… b-but I can't stop myself from falling for you—”

You tried to turn away, but a yelp of utter surprise escaped your lips as the blonde boy tossed you down and pinned you against the floorboards of the wharf, not harshly to not hurt you.

“You're really naive, I don't have a girlfriend” Harrison rasped, cutting off whatever you wanted to say with another rough kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting your startled whimper at his sudden furry. However you weren't about to stop him with the revelation that he lied to you.

The moment his hands let go of your wrist, they lifted and hazed right into the back of his messy dark blonde locks. Both of his own paws trailed lustfully down the shape of your womanly curves before pushing apart your legs and sliding his frame in between. Your skin warmed at the intimate contact of your lower halves pressing together, letting out the smallest moan.

“I don't want to get close to anyone, but you… You don't want to leave me alone or get out of my damn mind” Harrison husked, latching onto your bottom lip as he pulled away, giving it a nibble rough enough to have drool ebbing down your chin.

You panted up at him as the blonde man leaned down and trailed his lips along the soft skin of your neck.

"Ah— Harrison, I j-just wanted to get to know you” you murmured blushing, instinctively tilting your head unable to deny the want inside to feel more of his lips as he sucked on a tender piece of flesh here and there, until you could feel small love bites warming your neck.

“Then let’s get to know each other more… I'll start by getting to know your body, since you saw a part of mine I never wanted anyone else to see” Harrison hazed with a husky layer of desire, biting into the ridge of your ear while purposefully groping over the shape of your breasts, slithering his other hand up your dress.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he felt along the curves of your body, where you couldn't bring yourself to deny him and instead pushed at the back of his head just to press your lips back together. You could feel him smirking as Harrison gladly kissed you over and over again while feeling along the shape of your womanhood against your bikini bottoms.

“Ehem, excuse me but—”

Someone’s voice caught both your attention, trying to pause both of you as delicately as possible but your face was still incredibly red when your eyes locked with a waiter from the party as he found you in such a compromising position.

Pushing at Harrison’s chest you got him to sit up, even though he looked very displeased, but you merely grabbed his hand and pulled him along beside you.

“I'm s-sorry! We didn't mean to—… out here!” you softly apologized to the poor waiter but he shook his head, even if his face was slightly pink.

You were grateful you didn’t get caught into a way more embarrassing position, as you delicately leaded you both down the wharf to set foot on the sand again. Harrison didn’t said a single word but it seemed that the blond man was waiting for you to get further away from the restaurant, still along the beach before slamming you up against the closest palm tree, growling about how annoyed he was to be interrupted.

He snapped forward like a viper and claimed many more hot and heavy kisses, while sliding both hands around your hips and gripping the bottom of your ass to press you into his body as hard as possible. You whimpered at his roughness but tried to answer to his fervor, holding around his shoulders and neck as tightly as you could muster.

Sliding down your jaw Harrison bit into the side of your neck, pushing up your summer dress and lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, just so he could grind against your thinly clothed core to his heart content.

“O-Oh! Harrison!” you mewled to him with heavy desire laced in your breath, tossing your head back as you felt how hard he was already in accurate details.

The blonde boy grinned wickedly, relieved you were a woman who could admit your pleasures and not be utterly shy about them. Extending his tongue he lapped slickly along your neck, trailing back up your jaw until you were kissing feverishly once again. His hips swayed back and forth, rocking into your body a most pleasurable rhythm that would of been even better if Harrison was actually taking you right here right now, but the stimulation was there and it was driving you insane.

You moaned into Harrison’s mouth, unhinged until he pulled away and watched you make erotic overstimulated faces and whimper about how close you were already, which had his ocean eyes wild with primal desire.

“Gonna cum already?” teased the blonde merman, never slowing down while pressing the tip of his still clothed girth up and down your slit over and over again. “We only began and yet I can feel how badly you're twitching already...”

You whined loudly at how unfair his words were, gripping the top of his hoodie for dear life as he bounced you into him until you reached the most startling orgasm unraveled. Harrison chuckled as you felt lax over his shoulder, before licking the ridge of your ear.

“Mhm, we're just getting started, (Y/N)... Hold on tight.”

A tired smile formed on your lips as you circled around him with both of your arms and legs, and let him carry you back… to the hotel you’re staying at. Your mind wanders a few seconds about how the blonde Adonis that was carrying you could have guessed the place you were staying at, as it was not the only resorts on the Maldives’ coast.

“I asked Tom before where you were staying… and also your room number, if you’re wondering” Harrison mumbled as if reading your mind, his lips also finding the skin of your neck again.

Still too intoxicated by Harrison’s previous ministrations, you only recognised now the familiar corridor of your hotel which lead to your room. Coming to a stop you heard the sound of a door opening - definitely your room as you caught a glimpse of the number written on it while walking past - then closing right after.

“You also forgot to ask Tom to give you back your key before he left, silly.”

You let out a little chuckle before hearing the click of the door lock and not even five seconds later, you were almost instantly thrown down onto your very soft queen size hotel bed, feeling the soft sheets against your hot skin. Harrison didn’t waste his time and just pulled his hoodie off his body, offering you a nice view of his well defined abs before hovering back on top of you.

“Now, take off your dress” he then possessively husked, staring deep into your eyes as he gave both of your thighs a firm squeeze.

Such a naughty demand had you skin tingling but after pulling you dress up just a smidgen, you surprised him with a mischievous grin before grabbing and tugging at the tail of his hoodie with no second thought about it. Oh, his eyes met your challenge but didn't stop you as he lifted his hands and let you yank it over his head and toss it randomly behind him.

“Want to unzip and take off my pants too, doll face?”

You giggled at his smug smirk and you being a little vixen, you gave the clear outline of his girth a slow stroke enough to elicit a very tiger like growl from his fine lips, before finally pulling up the thin material of your white summer dress and lifting your ass to pull it over your shoulders, letting it drop onto the floor.

His predator diamond eyes narrowed at the erotic site of you wearing a pink cotton candy bikini, which he could already see through your white dress when you got soaked in the ocean. Harrison watched you blush softly as he trailed both of his hands up your slightly tanned curves, but you smiled petting your own fingertips along his chest enjoying the shape of his astute muscles.

“You look like a piece of candy. I don't really like sweets but…”

He tiptoed his index and middle finger up from your belly button and startled you with the yank of your bikini top until it was easily sliding away from your body, leaving your breasts on full display.

“... I'll make an exception for you ‘cause you look rather delicious.”

Oh, his lips were wrapped around the closest nipple in a matter of seconds, his hot and wet tongue utterly divine as he lapped hazy wet circles while using his other hand to roll and pinch the other tit, smirking at the way you gasped his name and arched your back like you wanted more. The shape of his warm fingers were incredibly enticing.

Licking his lips Harrison switched to the other delectable nip, swaying his tongue back and forth, sucking hard enough to induce a juicy wet pop before trailing a warm kiss or two down your stomach. His sharp intense eyes noted the damp area that outlined your intimate lower lips, no doubt from your previous orgasm and the blonde couldn't help the modicum of pride he had for making you feel that good.

With a look up to your eyes, it was almost surprising that Harrison bothered to pause but you wanted him very much, and didn't mind at all to continue this night of pleasure. One at a time he loosened the loops you had on both sides of your bottoms before sliding the thin material away from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

Your entire skin tingled at the way he took in the unhindered sight of of your naked body, but it wasn't that you were overly embarrassed by it… It was the look in his beautiful ocean eyes that admired your frame like he was noting it to memory. From the trail up your legs, to the intimate area of your womanhood, over your stomach and breasts, until Harrison settled on the way your hair perfectly framed your face.

Sliding over your body he leaned up and cupped your cheeks, edging down to capture your lips for a surprisingly soft kiss like he was thinking about something. You couldn't help but appreciate some tender displays of his attraction as you welcomed the sway of his slippery tongue into your mouth and used your own hands to pet up and down his back muscles.

You mumbled some incoherent words with a soft smile as Harrison swished back down to suck passionately against your rosy little buds. He chuckled against your skin while planting wet and hot kisses, sucking every tender piece of flesh your chest had as he trailed down your stomach and licked teasingly over your belly button, delighted with the little wiggle your body did.

“Come on (Y/N), I want to hear my name roll of your lips as I have my fill of your flavour” the blue eyed merman seductively husked, pushing apart your legs only to instantly glide his tongue down your wet slit. He nearly growled right away at the delightful flavour of your essence and even enjoyed the automatic slide of your hands into the back of his hair, moaning his name on repeat.

“Please Harrison... devour me.”

You pleaded in heavy desperation, tossing and turning your head as the blond man answered your desires by shoving his wet muscle deeply into your core and curling it up and down, thoroughly enjoying your womanly juices.

Harrison’s hands gripped your hips pulling you closer to his tongue, his hot and heavy breath of sexual desire hazing against your clit and inner walls forcing you to twitch and spasm with every new pulse of electrifying pleasure he was providing you. Pulling back he gave one of your lips a pop, getting off on the way your entire body trembled as he worked his tongue up to your clit and licked hazy circles before sucking on it like a delicious piece of candy.

“H-Harrison– o-oh f–!”

A wicked chuckle hazed against your intimate parts, sparing you a solitary glance that told you he had no intention of stopping any time soon. Turning back down to his pleasure swollen target, his tongue lapped at your nectar before swirling as he sucked roughly enough to have you writhing in ecstasy. With heavy lustful desire for you to cum on his tongue, Harrison slid a few of his fingers up against your lower lips caressing up and down to entice you in a sensual V-motion before inserting both his index and middle finger. You whimpered loudly and gave his hair an over stimulated yank, that he didn't seem to care about, as he thrusted back and forth in your walls and got off maliciously on how tight and warm your inner folds were.

All your moaning compliments seemed to feed his hungry desires as the blonde gave you a faster rhythm, sloshing your juices and feeling your pulsating walls in excruciatingly accurate intimate detail. It just took a few more seconds of his tongue pressing against your clit for you to scream out his name in the throws of another vision blurring orgasm. Your slick arousal completely coated his tongue and even the tips of his fingers as he pulled away and made it an erotic show to enjoy them thoroughly.

“Mmh, you taste pretty good…” Harrison complemented with a chuckle, watching as your face darkened with a heavy blush before turning away and whispering how much of a tease he was.

“I do like to tease you, but right now… I'd just like to fuck you as hard as possible. Ready, (Y/N)?”

Such a question made every hair on your arms and legs stand on end, as he showed you the clear haze of lust and desire reflected in his pretty diamond eyes. Instead of answering, you sat up for a brief moment and felt along his abs before working the zipper down on his shorts like he asked earlier, and helped rid him of their tight confines.

The sight of his well endowed cock had you biting the bottom of your lip before bravely stroking his length up and down a few times, planting a kiss or two against his chest. His expression softened before tilting your chin up and capturing your lips, too full of desire to enjoy the feeling of your soft fingertips as he pushed you backwards on the bed again to quickly place his stout leaking tip against your entrance.

Even with your warm cheeks you gladly lifted your legs up for him, and snaked your hands around his slender neck meeting the sway of his tongue as he got a nice grip on your hips and pressed his own forward filling you up completely with one deep penetrating thrust.

When he pulled back, you shared similar grins before meeting in the middle for several enamoring kisses. Moving his hands up to your breasts, Harrison trusted the grip of your legs around his lower back before he started thrusting his hips back and forth. Almost instantly drool ebbed down your combined lips, as you mewled haphazardly into his warm mouth.

The blonde man squished and squeezed both of your breasts, rolling your nubs in tune to his movements as he buried his cock deep within your walls, purposefully made it a mission to mess up your insides. It wouldn't take much, since he was already rocking your world more than any man had before and you had no problem moaning it to him.

“Oh, Haz! Y-You're m-making me so dizzy–!” you cried out, throwing your head back at the hot and intense sensation you were feeling.

“You love it for sure– s-shit, you're squeezing me so fucking good...!” Harrison growled, attacking the left side of your neck as he shifted both of his hands to the bottom of your ass, then began to roughly push and pull you to meet with every sway of his hips. The raunchy and addictive aroma of sex filled the air as you moaned and screamed his name, digging your nails into his back, no doubt leaving him some prominent scratches.

After several hot minutes of leaving you an abundance of hard to hide hickeys, the merman pulled back and lifted your legs away from his waist, holding them up to spread wide apart so he could fuck and thrust as deeply into your walls as quickly as he wanted. Drool drizzled down your lips as you pressed both of your hands flatly at his fine toned chest, drowning in the utter euphoria he was giving you.

Your eyes rolled back, pretty whines and whimpers leaving your luscious lips, caressing a hand against his cheek watching his expression soften before he told you to lay back. Once you'd instantly complied Harrison leaned over your body propping up your legs to stay intimately splayed wide apart but he also interlocked both of his hands with yours and held onto you tightly.

You smiled widely against his fine lips as he captured yours, loving the feeling of his long and slender fingers not to mention how incredibly hot and sweaty his entire muscular frame was. This handsome man on top of you was really getting his workout on, and you loved every single bit of the pleasure he was able to give you.

With the lewd swishing of your tongues all over each other, the knot in the pit of your stomach was nearly at its boiling point and with your mouth covered you couldn't tell him. It really didn't matter honestly, you would rather swap saliva anyway as the blonde’s wonderful kisses felt sensational and divine you wouldn't dare give up the flavor of his lips.

Harrison must of felt the same way, as he barely seemed to be breathing during his hot and heavy make out. However he did pull away once he felt the unmistakable throb of your inner walls beginning to convulse against his cock, making him give you the vigor his muscular body could offer a woman like you as he slammed into your core over and over.

As soon as you let out an echoing orgasmic scream, Harrison held your body down and pressed his cock as deep into your pulsating core as possible, making you tremble with the searing hot wave of his arousal filling you up and leaking down your inner thighs, while he pulled away with the most primal grunt of his own desire. Instantly he collapsed down on top of your body, making you groan out how incredibly heavy he was, but your hands still lifted and caressed his back up and down as if trying to soothe him despite how haggard your own pleasured body was feeling.

After several minutes of combined heavy and exhausted panting, Harrison slid to your side where you followed his movement, smiling at him. Lifting you hand you hesitated for a solitary second before pressing it against his astute cheek,caressing his soft cheekbone. His expression seemed relaxed, so you decided to lean closer and give him a small kiss.

Harrison returned your soft peck, sliding one of his arms around your hip and yanking you closer a bit harshly which caused you to make an adorable squeaking noise. The sound of his laughter was alleviating as you pulled away and nestled into his chest, listening to his rhythmic soothing heartbeat.

“Are we even, Mister Merman?” you said with a chuckle.

“It was never about that, silly…” Harrison mumbled while holding you close, finding the smell of your hair softly reminding him the one of the ocean. And the blond man had to admit it was a scent that he found relaxing when on you. “I hate the ocean because I can't control the transformation, as you saw earlier… Being a creature of the sea is a curse, (Y/N).”

A soft frown formed on your face before you placed a tender kiss against the middle of his torso.

“We are opposites then, because I love the ocean so much. Swimming and walking along the beach are very relaxing” you whispered to him, using the tip of your index finger to trace a small circle along his abs, another thing he found soothing.

“That's what I thought at first” Harrison started again, “I grew up in the water but then, I liked being on land so much more that I moved to the city and got the opportunity to have an amazing job. But the sea won't stop calling me... and I can't avoid it. I just want to be free… I want to be human.”

His grip tightened, and it just broke your heart that he felt so trapped.

“I can't cure you, Haz… I-I don't know how to help you but…” you gulped down the fear inside your guts before tilting your head up to admire the handsome features of his face.

“But your fin is so beautiful, shining under the moonlight like diamonds… Please don't resent how enchanting that form is.”

His ocean eyes rose before a tint of enamoring pink dusted his cheeks and he had to look away. Sure people have said he was handsome and all before, but no one has ever said “enchanting” when referring to his true merman form. The feeling Harrison had about you from before came back, the reason he had a hard time avoiding you and getting close.

Turning back to face you his expression was calm and at the same time a little hard to read, but his hand lifted and swayed into the soft messy tresses of your hair before pushing your head forward until your lips softly smooched together for a warm kiss. You enjoyed each other’s flavour for a few seconds then went back to cuddling close together under the sheets.

“I sensed it before” Harrison whispered against your lips, “and I didn't want to admit it but you give me these waves... that are like the ocean. Soft and tranquil, like the morning breeze. But beneath the surface you hide the storm brewing inside, constantly…”

You carefully listened to him, not daring to say a single word as you may know where he was going with that talk.

“Don't do that anymore. I won't let you feel lonely, (Y/N). Ever.”

Tears formed in your eyes. That mixed bag of feelings which composed your person was clearly hard to decipher, even more for someone who didn’t really know you beforehand, but the man in front of you did it. So clearly and astutely it was almost shocking, but you were so grateful it was a man like him.

Lifting both your hands you wrapped them around Harrison’s neck and pecked him softly not just once but twice on the lips, delighted in the teasing little smile adorning his lips before you rested against the pillow in front of him.

“Alright. But I hope… that you will show me your pretty tail fin again, one day” you said, smiling kindly at him.

“Out of all the words, ‘pretty’... really?” Harrison noted, a little blush making its way back on his cheeks with a pout. “At least say ‘enchanting’ again…”

That adorable reaction of his made you giggle, and even if Harrison didn’t dare to say it out loud (yet), that sound ringed beautifully to his ears. Ahe he wanted to preserve it at all costs.

“But if you’re a good girl, I'll show you tomorrow night when no one else is around… and maybe we will do it again in that form?”

“H-Harrison!” you blushed hard in a stutter, not expecting that cheeky remark from the dreamy merman you were sharing your bed with.

As they say, there is a first time for everything...

Oh well.

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— here’s my (late) halloween blurb 🎃 !! it didn’t turn out exactly how i wanted it to, but regardless i hope you enjoy <3

💌 • 3:13am

“whose idea even was this?” you scoffed, carefully avoiding the piles of reeking trash scattered all over the entrance of the dilapidated building.

“chenle’s, unfortunately,” crush!jaemin followed closely behind you, making sure you didn’t trip over any of the old timber or garbage, “one of his family members bought the land and wanted to do it up or something, but he wanted to ‘explore’ the abandoned building before it gets knocked down.”

you continued to follow the unclear path, aided solely by your phone’s dimming flashlight in one hand and jaemin’s clammy one in the other, not because you wanted to hold his hand, but just in case you lost each other.

he yelped when he heard the snap of a twig resonate in the pitch black of the night, before realising it came from under your foot, “can you please tell me why we’re here again, babe?”

“huh? o-oh!” you practically choked, almost tripping over what you assumed was the building’s entryway, your entire body shutting down and going into panic mode, “wait, didn’t you just tell me why we’re here?”

the fact that you were more alarmed by jaemin’s use of that nickname rather than, well, not making it out alive tonight, really said something about your priorities. you knew it was all platonic but, man, couldn’t he warn you next time so that you wouldn’t have a heart attack?

“nooo, that’s not what i meant,” he giggled, his blinding smile lighting up the sheer darkness that was swallowing your surroundings, “i’m just saying, i would much rather be at home right now watching a BuzzFeed Unsolved video instead of basically making my own murder documentary series or something...”

“also, be careful with these wooden planks on the floor ‘cos they’re quite old, apparently jisung stepped on one too hard and almost fell through because his foot got stuck,” he clicked his phone off, shoving it into his pocket and scrutinising every floor panel before he stepped on it.

“as if this place wasn’t dodgy enough,” you tiptoed around a pile of old firewood and books, approaching what you assumed was the said ‘room on the right’, “has some sort of cult been burning whole ass libraries in here or something?”

“as if this place wasn’t dodgy enough,” you tiptoed around a pile of old firewood and books, approaching what you assumed was the said ‘room on the right’, “has some sort of cult been burning whole ass libraries in here or something?”

“hopefully not,” jaemin muttered, flinching as the floorboards creaked when you entered the room, eyeing the room for his so-called friends that were the only reason he was stuck in some haunted mansion alone on Halloween at three in morning with his crush, “uhhh, y/n, i-i don’t think anyone’s here.”

flickering your phone’s torch around the room, you saw no sign of renjun, jeno, jisung or chenle, nothing indicating that they’d even been in here, “i’m sure we just went into the wrong room, let’s try that other door—”

a shrill banshee-like screech echoed throughout the building, before the rotting wooden door of the room slammed shut, simultaneously blowing out the singular candle’s weak flame, leaving you and jaemin with the crack of moonlight streaming in through the broken stained glass window as your only light source.

this time, jaemin was the first one to cling to you, his eyes squeezed shut as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, his heavy, uneven breaths brushing over your skin, “what, what was- why did- what was that?”

“i-i don’t know, jaems,” you whispered, your throat drying out at the close contact and the tense situation, “let’s just see if the door budges first.”

as you tried to bring yourself to let go of jaemin’s embrace, his hold on you tightened, and his pout intensified, “sorry, i-i’m scared, can you take me with you?”

that’s how you ended up sluggishly shuffling towards the door with the scared boy’s arms circled around your waist. it wasn’t the most effective but as long as he felt safe, you’d do anything.

it was weird - you’d seen jaemin this affectionate before but, never this vulnerable, not even in front of his best friends - was he really comfortable enough to be like this around you? never in your life would you have thought that the most intimate moment you’d spend with the boy you liked was trapped in a century-old building in the middle of the night on the brink of, well, death.

“hey, are you okay with this? i can see you kinda moving away, you don’t have to do this, by the way, i just needed some... comfort,” at this point, jaemin had noticed your uncomfortable aura, but had yet to realise that you were simply flustered, not disgusted.

“i’m fine, jaemin, don’t worry, i’ve just never seen you this scared before, maybe i shouldn’t have forced you to come here, my curiosity got the better of me when the boys were talking about it in the group chat, but now i just wanna go home,” you admitted, your ramble being silenced when he turned around to face you, caressing your cheek. whatever you were expecting to happen tonight, it definitely wasn’t this.

“oh, y/n, the only reason i agreed to come was because i knew how excited you were and i didn’t want you to come here alone,” jaemin’s eyes flickered to the door for a split second, before focusing on you again, “which clearly wasn’t the best idea since the only person needing protection here is me.”

the both of you finally let out a much-needed laugh, temporarily forgetting that you were literally in a horror movie scenario, “well, i appreciate you coming nonetheless. except for the bit where we got stuck in a sketchy place, i actually had fun tonight exploring with you.”

“me too, babe.”

silence filled the air as you two stayed in each other’s arms, the gleam of the moonlight hitting jaemin’s face at a perfect angle and lighting up his admirable features. you didn’t know if it was the close proximity or the supernatural magic of the moon but something in you gave you a newfound courage, as you leaned in and placed your lips onto your crush’s.

you had never been more relieved when he kissed you back, so immersed in the moment that you didn’t even notice the door fling open and your friends huddling together in awe at the sight.

“see, i told you that all we needed was some extreme conditions and they’d finally do something,” renjun whispered, but not quiet enough, as you and jaemin broke apart from one another, screaming at their sudden appearance.

“you guys have been here the whole time??? wait, was that chenle screaming before? and was it you who shut the door on us?” although you would’ve liked to revel in that moment for a little longer, you finally began to piece the mystery together, confirmed with one shameless nod from jeno.

“you’re... unbelievable...” jaemin panted, trying to regain his composure, “i thought i heard jisung fake-gag before but i didn’t think it actually was you.”

the said boy hid behind his hyungs, embarrassed to be the one that got them caught, “i heard you guys saying cute and mushy stuff to each other - i couldn’t help it.”

“so, was this all one big ploy to set us up together?” you sighed when jeno gave you another soulless nod, trying to get your head around the chaos you had just experienced, “as grateful as i am, couldn’t you have done it anywhere else at any other time?”

chenle shrugged, leading your group out of the creepy building, “eh, it was a spur of the moment thing, renjun hyung made the plan, me and jisung saw this place on the way home from the park, and it worked so, you’re welcome.”

“hey! i drove them here, i contributed too,” jeno chimed in, grinning when he saw the massive smile on his best friend’s face as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“next time, if i need your help, i’ll ask for it,” jaemin rolled his eyes, nonchalantly slipping his hands into yours, earning a few whistles and whoops from the rest of the guys, “i was actually doing quite well in there.”

“were you though?” you lowered your voice so only he could hear you, hovering outside of jeno’s car whilst the boys took their seats, “i seem to recall you being a tad bit frightened in there, hmm.”

your teasing face and cute smirk was too much for jaemin to handle, “ahh, i think we can keep that between us, babe, hm? how does that sound?”

he held his pinky out, waiting for you to comply to his deal, “as long as i get to give you kisses more often like i did back there, then my lips are sealed.”

swiftly and secretly, jaemin placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sliding into the car’s backseat, “sealed with a kiss, baby.” from then on, it’s safe to say that the boys never found out that it was in fact him screaming like a little girl in there and not you.

that night, you lay in bed, snuggled under a mountain of blankets with jaemin, pondering about what your halloween could’ve been like if not for the dreamies, since you usually didn’t celebrate it.

well, halloween had never been your favourite holiday, but, maybe, just maybe, you’d give it a chance, just like you gave na jaemin a chance.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Geralt and the Minotaur p6

Y’all im so fucking sorry this took so long. This part of the myth was tricky but I think I weaved it in okay? Don’t read me to filth? Please? 

Warnings: swearing, unwanted advances, discussions of promises/consent, surprise! there’s a god!, otherwise pretty tame.

Fun Greek Fact: only the top few wealthiest families in Athens paid taxes to support the infrastructure and feed the poor and such. It was seen as a rite into higher society. 

-we’re picking up right after the last part! 

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They had to rush the doors and throw their whole weight into them to break the plank of wood securing them inside. With scrapes on their shoulders and adrenaline in their veins, they partially closed the doors and set the Minotaur’s head at the bottom of the steps, a clear message to the king. 

Geralt led them back the way they came, scampering under open windows and sprinting down streets one by one. It must have taken longer than he’d realized  to find the beast because by the time they reached the docks livestock was stirring and roosters were crowing. 

There was only one problem.

“South docks?”

Triss lounged on the boarding plank like it was a throne, her toga barely considered decent. 

Geralt cursed under his breath and took a step forward, “At least let the others pass. If you take issue with me, do not sentence them to death.”

She lunged forward, stepping so close their chests nearly touched, “My prize, I’m only here for you.”

Geralt grit his teeth and waved everyone onto their ship.

He made to snap at Jaskier and insist he follow them but Triss trapped his chin between her thumb and forefinger, “You promised. I thought heroes kept their promises.”

Geralt almost growled his response, “Would you consider words said under the fear of one’s life a true promise?”

Jaskier raised a finger, his voice full of indignant rage, “Technically-”

“Hush child.” Triss snapped, “We’re leaving.” She nodded at Jaskier to board the ship as she hooked two fingers through Geralt’s belt and started walking backwards up the plank, whispering as she went, “I don’t like being lied to.”

“I thought these were the south docks.” Geralt had never been a good liar and his luck had seemingly run out. 

“I’m not stupid Geralt,” Triss sighed, “I know you’ve got some strange infatuation with Blue Eyes. But you’re to be king, so I hear. You’ll need someone to provide an heir, someone well versed in royalty and politics.”

Finally on the deck, Geralt sat on the edge of what had been their prison not two days ago and now felt not all too different, “Athens is a democracy. Your political knowledge isn’t applicable.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Geralt saw Jaskier watching them like a hawk. He absently chatted with one of the deck hands, now wearing Athenian colors, but his eyes never left Geralt. 

Tris sat next to him, wrapping her arms around his and leaning on him heavily. It felt wholly underwhelming, nothing like when Jaskier had cuddled up to him in much the same fashion. He felt warm and safe and inviting, Triss just felt heavy. 

“You still need an heir, and I still want you.” Her face said this was supposed to be a compliment, “Don’t you want to find out what you’ve been missing? Why staying pure is such a challenge?”

Geralt smirked, looking her dead in the eye as their boat drifted out of port, “No.”

“Oh, my prince. My pretty naive prince…” Triss toyed with the hem of his chiton, avoiding the bloodstained sections, “I could change your mind. Make you see the stars in broad dayli-”

Geralt jumped when he felt a hand press down on his shoulder and hot breath on his ear but an unfamiliar voice to accompany it, “Just who the fuck do you think you are?”

Before he could answer, Geralt was shoved forward, stumbling to keep from falling flat on his face. Triss shouted and a few crew members moved to intervene but with a flick of his wrist, the stranger froze them in their place. His eyes glowed gold and his toga almost sparkled it was so bright.

“Did you learn nothing from Minos? It doesn’t pay to cross the gods.” the man sneered.

Geralt felt the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up and he wanted to dive off the side of the boat, but that wouldn’t be very becoming of a young prince. Instead he stood there with a dumb look of confusion.

Triss yanked her arm away in a rage, “Dionysus! You take other lovers, why can't I?”

Geralt’s eyes bulged out of his head and he tried to hide his face behind his hair as he dropped to one knee, “I’m so sorry your grace, I had no idea.”

“Oh get up,” Dionysus scoffed before turning back to the princess, “Mortals live by a different set of rules, love.”

Jaskier piped up, hesitantly stepping forward, “I’m sorry, what am I missing here?”

“We are,” Triss rolled her eyes like a spoiled child caught with her hand in the jar of molasses, “what one could call betrothed.”

Geralt did his best to keep the hopeful smile off his face as he opened his mouth to speak but it was snapped shut with another wave of Dionysus’ hand.

“Please, child, save your breath. We’ll be going now.”

Geralt blinked once and they were gone. He blinked once more and Jaskier had flung his arms around his neck.

“Thank the gods! I’ll be sacrificing to him as long as I live.”

“Relieved?” Geralt chuckled, resting his hands on Jaskier’s hips.

Jaskier placed a quick peck to Geralt’s lips, “I thought this was going to end sooner than it had to.”

Geralt frowned and tilted his head, tightening his grip on Jaskier, “End? Why would it end?”

Jaskier blushed and smiled to hide the hurt in his eyes, “My sweet prince. I’m no fool. I come from a large farming family but we certainly don’t pay taxes. I don’t belong in your high society.”

“Nonsense.” Geralt insisted, moving to place his hand on Jaskier’s cheek but thinking better of it when he remembered the monster blood coating his palms. He settled for pressing a kiss to his forehead, “You belong where I am. If you want, for as long as you want.”

A dreamy sigh reminded them they had an audience, sending them into a fit of nervous giggles. 

Jaskier played with the clasp at Geralt’s shoulder, “I’d love that.”

“Good.” Geralt hummed, drawing him close and resting his chin atop his hair.

“Mhm! But maybe, darling, maybe you should change? And wash off the monster bits sticking to you?” Jaskier suggested, making a point of picking at a piece of his chiton soaked in black blood. 

“What would I change into?” Geralt asked, leaning closer to Jaskier’s ear, “I’m sure the crew wouldn’t appreciate me wandering the deck in the nude.”

Jaskier laughed, “I beg to diff-” he was cut off by a sweet kiss from Geralt before he was able to continue, a little breathless, “Then what did you stowe in the rope pile when you boarded?”

“Fuck!”, the realization hit Geralt harder than the minotaur and he immediately ran to the corner of the deck, digging through the coils of rope and oars. 

“What-? Geralt!” Jaskier called after him.

“Sails!” Geralt shouted, spinning to the nearest crewmember, “There were sails here, what happened to them?”  

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next part here!

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[mostly-megan]

WIP Game

I was called out graciously tagged by the dreamy @zeldasayer​ and realized suddenly just how many I am currently working on. 💚✨

At Home With The Daniels (Whiskey x Gin x Nanny, follow-up to Cabana Nights)

“Levon, honey, you need to keep the towel around you to keep you dry,” you gently remind him as you adjusted his hands to grip the edges of the warm cloth. The poor boy looked like a wet puppy with his sad expression and drooping, wet curls falling in his eyes. You brush them back, catching his attention with a warm smile. 

“He’s just grabbing something, he’ll be right back,” ruffling his hair earns you a shy smile as he toddles over to clammer onto the soft outdoor couch with you. You have to bite back a giggle at the huff he lets out as he leans against you. Angling your head to see inside, you catch a glimpse of Jack walking back and forth with the phone cradled against his shoulder. His wet hair hangs like the little boy next to you as droplets skitter down the angular planes of his broad back. 

Before you start to consider the peek of his slightly too tight swim trunks under his robe, the lithe tones of the children’s mother float from the front room. “Well, hello, my little ducklings! Are you having a fun day with Papa?”

Nerd Hot Talk (Stressed!Frankie Morales x F!Reader: Funny/Fluffy/Dumb Dirty Talk)

Slowly opening his soulful eyes to meet your, he lifts your hand to his lips to delicately kiss the knuckle, “What would I do with out you, mi amor?” You feel your face get a bit hot as you lean down to kiss him softly, leaning your cheek on his as you read over what he has done.

“Hmm, you’d probably sit here for even more hours each day. Are you making any progress?” He inhales deeply and lefts the hard exhale puff out of his plush lips, “Well, it looks like I have all of the preliminary reports finished, but I need to get everything setup for the instructor and my sponsor so they came have everything they need to fill out.” 

He rubs his eyes with one hand, you stand to his side and look over the papers at the front. “And, of course, we can’t forget the insurance, lesson requisites, and medical record forms…”  He wraps his arm around your waist to bring you into his lap, resting his head on your tummy and letting out a sigh as you lay an arm around his neck.

“If you keep doing that, I think you’re going to use up all the air in the house.” He scoffs, looking back up at you, “Oh, you’re funny. You guys hear her? She’s got jokes.” His eyes are tired, the whites look slightly gray and are tinged with red around the edges. But they still sparkle at you the same way they did when you first met. 

Back From Basics (Post-Boot Camp!Frankie x F!Reader: It’s just smut with a little comfort...)

After sitting on the couch for a while just talking for hours, it dissolves like it always used to into slow kisses and passionate making out. It’s a bit odd, his body still feels the same, but it’s felt different in a lot of ways. But his lips still molded to you perfectly, knowing exactly when to move and suck on your lower lip. 

His tongue slowly asks for entrance and you gladly allow the warmth to invade you, roving around and making you moan into the kiss. His hands have found their way up your shirt, caressing your back and pulling you softly to him. You start to slip yours under his shirt, but he pulls away from the kiss and quickly grabs your hands to move them away.

The sun has long since dipped down, leaving you two only is a dim light from the ever-fading glow out the window. “Don’t,” his eyes are looking at your hands, almost refusing to meet yours, “I-I mean, let’s just focus on-on your now.” You place a hand on his cheek, his eyes slowly meet yours. He’s nervous, almost scared, but you’re confused why exactly. If anyone would be, shouldn’t be you not meeting his level of fitness? 

Is he actually concerned about how he looks right now? “Why don’t we go up to bed, baby? There’s something that I want to do,” you whisper along his jaw, leaving small kisses along it as you go. He groans and suddenly stands, forcing you to quickly squeeze your arms around his neck to keep from flying back. Although you know you wouldn’t, his hands are firmly holding onto your thighs as he chuckles a bit at your response. “You couldn’t do this before,” he pulls his head back to look at you while he moves to the bedroom.

My Hero (Dad!Frankie x Reader)

Giggling along with her, you make your way out to the work shed, Isabella wiggling out of your grasp and scampering to the door. You gave the old barn door a tug and popped you head in to see if it was a good time to bother him, but she zipped past your legs to her father. 

Frankie looked up from where he stood, penciling out designs in the planks of wood on his sawhorse, safety glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. His framed towering over the low beams highlighted by the plaid shirt pulled tight over his strong arms and a little on his softer tummy.

His face lit up at the sight of his daughter bouncing up to him in her little purple shirt and flower tights. He scooped her up with an exaggerated effort, “Uugh, hey, nena! You look so pretty, que bonita!” He nuzzled his nose into her temple and pressed kisses into her curly mess of hair that matched his own. 

She squeals and wiggles at the sensation, giggling out a “Gracias, papa,” but grabbed at his shirt and face to get more of his attention. “Papa, papa, we go on a ‘venture! We wanna ‘venture!”

You cross the workshop, where you were observing the sweet scene from the door. “Some little girl has been a bit cranky today,” you muss up Isabella’s hair and get her giggling again as you lean on Frankie’s other shoulder, “And her mama is also getting a little bored of being home. You got time for an adventure to, oh say, the park?” 

You wiggle an eyebrow at him as Isabella dramatically gasped at the idea. “Park, papa, park,” he chuckles as her little hands now slap on his chest.

Spring Fever (Werewolf! Frankie x Reader: Family Fluff)

Even from the car port outside, you can hear giggles and loud little footsteps in the cabin. You and Frankie share exasperated eyerolls and sighs hidden behind soft smiles as you pass each other. You had just opened up the doors and windows to air out your monthly retreat and Lucas was running wild with excitement. 

You walk up the deck steps, carrying one of the coolers of food you had bought on the way up, and see a small, fuzzy blur circling the living room. On the way to the kitchen, you can see your son chasing his tail so fast it was even making you dizzy. 

Eventually you hear a soft “oof” and look back to see him back in human form bonking against the couch cushion and landing on the floor with dizzy giggles. “Lucas, you’d better be wearing pants when I look back up. We’ve talked about keeping our clothes on.”

You softly chuckle at the small gasp and frantic shifting of fabric. He stumbles into his shorts and tshirt and toddles over to tug lightly on your pant leg, “Mama, mama, I almost got it that time! Didja see Mama?!” 

He giggles again as he wraps his little arms around your legs to steady himself. Pulling more cold food out of the ice chest, you play with his soft curls with your other hand, “I did, sweetheart. You’re such a silly pup today, that looked like so much fun!” 

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[ninbayphua-moyan]

Calico

Warm evening sunlight streamed in through the lightwell, painting the dimly lit room in a dreamy pastel gold, quite like that of a faded photograph or a muzzy memory. The balmy air was steeped in the fresh, earthy petrichor of a recent shower, blanketed with a sense of Saturday languidness. A gentle breeze, pleasantly cool against the slight stickiness of my skin fleets through the wide-open windows, carrying with it the alluringly sweet scent of frangipanis. Closing my eyes, I leaned back into the well-worn rattan chair, legs stretched out lazily as I took a deep breath, listening to the faint rustling of palm leaves.

          Shsshhhhh…shwsshhhh…shhshhh…nudge? Just as I was about to be lulled off to sleep, I felt something small and damp poking at my toes, followed by a tickling brush of fur around my ankles. Opening my eyes, I found myself staring into a pair of bright, forest green orbs. Its thin-slit pupils stared right back at me, alert and unblinking, watching…waiting…There was something unnerving about that sharp unwavering gaze…almost as if it could see into my very soul and read the sins of my past.

          Minutes passed but neither of us moved, brown eyes gazed into green and green eyes into brown. At the open doorway it sat with its tail curled around its toes, still as a statue yet perfectly poised, each muscle humming with trapped energy, ready to spring into action at the slightest notice. Under the smoldering intensity of its gaze I felt paralysed, as if it had cast a strange spell over my muscles, rendering them useless.

          Then it moved. Its long sleek tail unfurling from its snowy white paws as it took slow, measured strides towards me. The light streaming in from the wooden louvred windows casted stripped shadows on its tri-coloured coat. And, just for a split second, instead of a common household guest, I saw a flash of its forest dwelling ancestor. Its black, orange, and white patches distorting and melding into camouflaging stripes. One soundless step after another, slinking closer and closer, all the while maintaining eye contact. It was the hunter and I was the hunted. Pausing at my feet, it took an effortless leap and landed on my lap in one fluid and graceful motion. At first, neither of us moved. Then it blinked and the spell was broken. In an instant, the illusion of the apex predator transformed back into that of a sofa lounger.

          Rubbing its head against my neck, it started purring. Its narrow slit pupils were now dilated to the size of large round saucers. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I scratched its chin and stroked its head fondly, recalling our first encounter many years back……

          It was a Saturday evening just like this one and I was lying on the hard majolica tile floor comfortingly cool against my skin in the sweltering Malaysian heat. A large piece of drawing paper laid sprawled out before me, colour pencils strewn about as I tried to trace the mosaic patterned tiles. Its kaleidoscope of bright colours a stark contrast against the plain wooden and rattan furniture of the living room.

          I was so focused on my artwork that I didn’t notice a little visitor until a sudden shadow was casted over the drawing paper, effectively breaking my concentration. Looking up from my masterpiece, I came face to face with a pair of large, forest green eyes of a tiny calico. We both froze, our noses only a hair’s breath away. I blinked. From its matted fur covered in dirt and its half-starved appearance, I had guessed that it was a stray. For a long while, neither of us moved. Then, instinctively, I reached out a hand towards the kitten. As if waking up from an enchantment, the little calico blinked and darted out the door, tripping over the wooden doorway plank in the process. I got up hastily to chase after the little calico but by the time I reached the door, it was long gone. Thinking I’d never see it again, I sighed in disappointment and went back into the house.

          Much to my surprise and delight, it came back again the next evening. I was sprawled out on the floor reading a book when a familiar shadow was casted over the pages. Looking up, I saw the little calico sitting in front of the doorway, gazing at me unblinkingly. Worried that it would just run off again, I hastily got up and was immediately stopped by a firm but gentle grip on the shoulder. Turning around, I saw A-Gong[1] shaking his head before giving me a light pat on the back, motioning for me to wait. I sat back down reluctantly and watched as he tottered over to the kitchen.

          A few minutes later, he came doddering back with a bowl of boiled and shredded chicken meat and a bowl water. Placing the metal bowls a distance away from us, he went back to his rattan chair, giving me a knowing smile. Nothing happened at first, and I was starting to get impatient. However, heaven rewards the patient because sure enough, the little calico took a hesitant step forward. Inching closer to the bowls and tenderly lapping up its contents. Once the bowls were empty, it would lay curled up in a corner watching us before slinking back out in the night.

          Day after day, it’d come back. Always sitting patiently at the doorway, as if waiting for an invitation to enter the house. A-Gong would always have a metal bowl of food and water ready for it each evening. As time went on it became part of our evening routine whereby A-Gong and I would sit in the living room with the little calico. Each night, it’d come up and rub its head against us before leaving.

          I remembered the day A-Gong passed; I came back to find the little calico waiting by the door. Going into the silent house, I made the usual and placed the bowls in its usual spot. I sat in A-Gong’s favourite rattan chair and watched it lap up the contents, wondering if it realised that he was gone and if it’d miss him too? A sharp stinging pricked the back of my eyes, tears threatening to fall as my body shook with suppressed grief: heartache, regrets, longing, even anger.

          As if realising my torment, the little calico stopped eating and padded slowly over. Pausing at my feet, it took an effortless leap and landed on my lap in one fluid motion. Without saying anything, it snuggled against my chest, purring softly. The warmth radiating from its small body comforting in the cold and silent house.

          That night, it didn’t leave like it usually did and I fell asleep, cuddled up with it on A-Gong’s favourite rattan chair. A momentary reprise from the grief.

          Looking down at the now fully-grown calico, a bittersweet smile wound its way onto my face as I gaze at the content expression on its furry little face. Oh, how A-Gong would’ve chuckled at that dopey expression it made…

NOTES:

[1] ‘A-Gong’ means ‘grandfather’ in Hainanese

Author's Notes:

Back with Part 2 of the short story slash prose pieces from uni series (this part was written in second year lol) The piece is a flashback to A-Yun’s childhood so a slight detour from the main story timeline wise but the detour will make more sense once it gets to Part 3.  Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading Part 2~ 

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4  

Since exams are over and graded and I've officially graduated, I can finally post my work online without having to worry about Turnitin picking it up as plagiarism because apparently you aren't allowed to plagiarise yourself according to university which is absolutely ridiculous but I'm not the one making the rules here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also, please don't reupload my works without permission.

[merakiaes]

Pure Love - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: #1 and #13 from the fluff/humor-list. 

Warnings/notes: This is for the sweet, innocent Finn, before he got ruined and warped into a man-whore in season five <33 

Wordcount: 1493

Summary: Cuddling with Finn. 

Finn Shelby was nothing like his older brothers.

While they were violent, reckless, rowdy and downright catastrophic gangsters who picked fights with everyone and everything wherever they went, Finn was soft, calm, kind and pure, never having hurt a single fly in all his life.

The older he got, however, the more his problematic surroundings started affecting him and at this stage, in his sixteenth year of life, he was fairly certain the only thing left to keep him from abandoning his innocent and kind nature and follow in his brother’s footsteps, was you.  

All around him, people were expecting him to be a certain way to meet their expectations.

His brothers were expecting him to step up, be a man and take part in the family business all while following orders and in some impossible way staying out of trouble all at the same time.

Meanwhile, aunt Polly was expecting him to stay out of it and keep himself safe from the dangers and troubles his brothers’ business brought with it.

Even he, himself, expected a certain behavior from himself.

He was so fed up with being treated like a child all the time and to never be taken into consideration that he wanted nothing more than to prove himself to his brothers, and to do that, he almost always ended up going against both their wishes to follow orders and not act out of impulsiveness, and Polly’s request to stay safe.

Whatever he did, however he acted, it was wrong in someone’s eyes.

If he wanted to help with Blinder business, he was told he was too young and incapable. If he didn’t want to do something on his brothers’ orders, he was instead told to be a man and do what was expected of him. And when he actually did follow orders, Polly was on both his and his brothers’ asses.

No matter what he did, he always went straight against his own moral compass in some way, doing everything to make everyone in his family proud. But it was impossible to make them all happy at once.

You were the only one who didn’t ask for a certain behavior in him. You were the only one who didn’t order him around, telling him to do this and be like that. You were the only one, who saw him for who he really was, and loved him for it.

And that’s what made him love you so much.

What does a sixteen year old know about love? One might wonder.

But Finn knew it by heart, because the only time he could be himself, was when he was with you.

It was pure.

You had met when you least expected it, and fallen for each other although you had no intentions to.

Your love was the kind that didn’t demand you to prove your worth and sit in anxiety. It was just a natural connection, where your souls were able to recognize the feeling of home in the other.

The best way to describe it was simply that it was a kind of love that allowed you both to just be, without questions or expectations.

No forced chemistry, or constantly having to try to save the relationship. Just a pure, raw connection that lived on its own.

Of course, however, people were unhappy with your relationship, as they seemed to be everything Finn did these days.

His brothers called you a distraction and claimed that you made him soft in the moments they actually wanted him to help out, and Polly was simply not fond of the idea of the two of you sleeping in the same bed whenever you stayed over.

She had been young once, herself. She knew how boys in Finn’s age were and how easy it was to slip up and make a mistake. But then again, Finn wasn’t like most boys, was he?

No. At the age of sixteen, you were both still virgins. You had done other things, of course, but even then, it was in the purest of ways.

And even though she tried to keep up the strict, motherly act, Polly cracked nine out of ten times, because secretly, she liked you a lot, and appreciated the way you were keeping him out of trouble.

Finn’s bed wasn’t big. It was merely a cot where he could barely fit on his own now that he had grown to be taller than his brothers.

The two of you made do with what you had, but in one way or another, you always ended up fighting for the space until you found a position that was comfortable for both of you.

This day in particular, however, it wasn’t the space, or lack thereof, in itself that was the problem. No.

This time it was the pillows, as Polly had been forced to throw majority of them away after Arthur had stumbled into the wrong room the night before, fallen asleep in Finn’s bed, and thrown up in his sleep.

It was a real good thing that Finn had been staying at your house then, because you didn’t know what you would have done if you woke up in the middle of the night to a drunk Arthur falling on top of you.

You sighed slightly as you moved your head around, feeling the planks of the bed through the thin mattress.

Looking over to the side, you found Finn already looking at you with dreamy eyes, hands tucked under his head, under which both the pillows were.

Narrowing your eyes, you let out a small scoff. “Stop stealing all the pillows.” You told him sternly, pushing up on your elbow to snatch one of them from right under his head.

He let out a small groan when his head thumped down, now lying a lot lower, and looked at you sadly. “But I can’t sleep with only one pillow.”

You gave him a pouty look, attempting to look stern, but failing to do so. “That’s your brother’s fault. Not mine.”

Finn found himself smiling softly at your adorable face, slowly rising himself up and taking the second pillow from under his head, instead putting it under yours with the other once before scooting down and laying down on his stomach with his head on your chest.

“You’re better than any other pillow, anyway.” He said, and then proceeded to cuddle his face into your bosom, causing you to giggle slightly.

You adjusted yourself slightly so that your head was resting comfortably on the pillows, your hand then moving to his head automatically, fingers starting to weave through his ginger locks.

His head was tipped up slightly so that he was able to look at you, one of his hands going up to touch your hair while the other was placed under his chin on your chest.

A smile tugged at his lips as his fingers caught a strand between his pointer and middle fingers, feeling the silky hair slowly.

“Your hair’s so soft…” He mumbled, eyes glazing over slightly as he focused at your hair, with the feeling of your hands running through his hair calming him down significantly.

You couldn’t do anything other than smile, bringing your other hand to point at your lips in a silly manner, puckering them slightly and asking. “Kiss?”

The small smile that had been tugging at his lips instantly pulled into a wide one, and he was up on his elbow in a second, leaning in to bid to your request, pressing his lips to yours softly.

The feeling brought butterflies to your stomach, tingles going through your whole body just the same as when you had kissed for the first time.

You smiled against each other’s lips, Finn’s hand now resting against your cheek, the other one supporting his weight, while your hands were both at the back of his neck, scratching the short-buzzed hairs absentmindedly.

You pulled a part for just a short moment to breath, smiling softly at each other with your faces mere inches apart, before he re-attached his lips to yours, simply not being able to get enough. And neither could you.

After pulling apart from the second kiss, your eyes remained closed for a minute, just treasuring the moment and listening to the silence.

Then he slowly fell back down, one of his arms wrapping around your torso while the other hand was placed palm-down on your chest, on which he then placed his head, his cheek resting against the back of his hand.

You got comfortable on the pillows once more, your hands finding their way back to his hair, and wasted no time in going back to combing your fingers through it.

It didn’t take long for him to lull off to sleep, and soon after, you had entered the land of dreams too, to the sound of his slow breathing and the feeling of his warmth and closeness.

[misc-headcanons]

Could I get an angst scenario of Ace's fem s/o who's been depressed ever since he died and hasn't been able to cope or function properly so his spirit visits her and does little things to take care of her and cheer her up please?

(I tried to make the whole ghost angle a bit more subtle than him just appearing, A Christmas Carol-style, lol. Hope this depiction of Ghost!Ace is to your liking, and that you enjoy!)

Mourning Ace

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Marco, Izo, and the rest of ____'s family within the Whitebeard pirates had tried everything they could to just get her out of bed every few hours, to make sure she kept eating, to let in a bit of sunlight into her room everyday so she didn't waste away as she mourned in a dark, cold, room that seemed more empty than it ever had before. All of Ace's loved ones had been devastated by his death, but after mourning and trying their best to move on, the healing process had slowly begun over the passing months. The others in Whitebeard's crew were hoping that with enough support, ____ would be able to heal, but...you can love and care for someone as deeply and as long as possible, but there's never a guarantee that they'll be able to recover from their loss.

After Marco set a small cup of tea on ____'s bedside table, he quietly asked if she wanted him to stay with her or if she'd like to be alone. Her gaze slowly drifted from the ceiling to Marco's face, and the hollowness in her eyes made his heart sink in his chest. "Alone, please," she said in a barely audible voice. She shifted under her blanket slightly and she looked away from Marco.

Marco bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to have her spend another evening by herself, but not wanting to upset her by insisting he stay. He rose up from his chair and left the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him and standing still for a moment with his arms crossed. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and let out a tired sigh; he was the crew's doctor, and a damn good one at that, but he had no idea how to help ____ with something like this. He left to take care of some business in the ship's clinic, leaving ____ alone.

____ rolled over on her side and watched the steam rise from her mug of tea. The sickly sweet scent of lemon and honey was barely able to reach her, from how dull her senses were. Everything seemed numb ever since Ace had...ever since Ace. She silently watched as the tea cooled, and when the steam had subsided she sat up to take a small sip and then crawl underneath her sheets. The scent of clean cotton and the soap he used to wash with made her chest heavy, but she couldn't bear to leave it behind. 

A few tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to close her eyes and sleep for a while. 

As she felt herself drifting off, a draft from the cracked-open window gave her a chill; Izo had opened it a bit when he'd visited, to give her some fresh air. She frowned and pulled the blanket off of her face, and the extra exposure to the breeze gave her a few goosebumps along her arms. Right when she was about to try and find the strength to roll out of bed and close the window, she felt a familiar rush of heat warm the back of her neck and shoulders. The familiar warmth left her with the faintest trace of a smile, and she crawled back under the covers with sleepy half-lidded eyes. She'd always loved the way Ace would use his Devil Fruit to create some small flames to warm her up whenever she complained about being chilly, and whenever he would use the cold as an opportunity to wrap his arms around her to hug her from behind--as if he needed a reason to cuddle her.

The familiar comfort of his small flames was followed by the usual softness of a warm body curling up against her, and she smiled drowsily. In her dreamy haze though, she could tell that it seemed a bit off: a bit less warm, a bit less soft, a bit less...there. Still, she was too tired and too comfortable to think about it too much as she drifted back to sleep. "Thanks, honey," she mumbled with a half-yawn, letting out a small hum of content when she felt something soft (with the scent of Ace's shampoo) graze her cheek.

A few seconds later, ____ eyes snapped open and she threw back the covers so harshly that she knocked over her cup of tea as she leapt out of bed. There was nobody else there, but that fact did nothing to slow down her heartbeat as it raced in her chest. Did she really feel that just now? Was she dreaming? Was she going insane?

The tea spilled over the wooden planks of her bedroom and when she took a small step back, the sudden feeling of cool liquid on her heel made her flinch. She whipped around and saw the knocked-over mug, and her tense shoulders relaxed just a bit; at least that feeling was something that could be easily explained. ____ ran her fingers through her messy hair before sinking back onto the bed. She could pick up the mug and clean the floor tomorrow, but right now she just wanted to try and go back to sleep. She crawled back under the blankets again and covered her face as she tried to slow her shallow breaths. "Just a dream," she muttered, her voice thick as she tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. As much as she wished it weren't true, Ace wasn't there. He was gone. She was just dreaming. A few tears fell from her face as she repeatedly mumbled "Just a dream" over and over until she had fallen asleep once again.

A few shafts of sunlight streamed through the opened window, and ____ slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and poked her head out from under the covers, grimacing at the sudden morning light hitting her face. When she turned her head to see how stained the floor had become thanks to her puddle of tea, her eyes widened as she stared at the floor by her bed; the cup was no longer on the tea-stained floor, and was sitting upright on her nightstand. It...it must have been…

"Izo," she muttered to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing. "Or Marco, they did it. They checked on me and…and cleaned up." Her tone was feeble and hollow, and she didn't sound fully convinced of that at all. When she picked up the teacup, she gasped and almost dropped it when she saw what was inside of it; amongst a few dried drops of tea, there were a few freshly-cut hibiscus petals in her favorite color, along with a small red marble. Her mind raced as she tried to remember where she'd seen a flower like that when she looked across the room, on Ace's old nightstand, and realized that the answer was literally standing in front of her. Amongst a few items and mementos, there was one silver locket and one small golden locket containing a portrait of Ace's mother; she was smiling at the camera, and a pink hibiscus flower in her peach-colored hair. Ace had mentioned once that he'd always wanted to find that kind of flower and get a second locket that contained a picture of ____ wearing a hibiscus. For their two-year anniversary, ____ had managed to make that dream a reality after buying an old camera DenDen Mushi, and a hibiscus in her favorite color on a random island. Ace had started crying the moment he saw her face beaming at him from inside the shiny silver locket.

____ could almost hear Ace's voice outside of the echoes in her memory, and she stared down at the cup as tears began to fall down her face again. Whether they were tears of sadness, happiness, relief, or worry, she didn't quite know. She sat back down on the bed and set the cup in her lap, tracing the rim a few times before holding the red marble from Ace's hat in her palm. The moment she felt it against her skin, an all-too familiar feeling of warmth settled on her back, shoulders, and face. She smiled to herself as she felt something unseen graze her cheek. In the reflection of the marble, she swore that could see someone else's smiling, freckled face nuzzling her neck.

"G'morning, Ace..."