#razor x coral

[galacticghoste]

More fankids that I finally finished cleaning up the line art for

the rest is just me explaining stuff

Ok first fankid is inspired by Razor and Coral

They are so freaking CUTE

(I must draw these two at some point especially razor!!!)

Blade's design besides his parents is based off a fish called a rainbow shark so I just made it what species he would be called as well

(Found it more fun to say then hybrid)

Second kid is obviously vectilla fankid i been wanting to create one for a while now and once I finally had a design i liked down school started so left it in the back-burner for a bit anyways they are done

made sure to make Minto a short boy XD

[tinydefector]

Lazing Lagoons

Merformers AU

Jazz x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, Absolute fluff.

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There will most likely be a part 2 to this

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a human stands off to the side of the large outdoor rescue lagoon taking water samples, swirling them in little jars as they write down notes. They slowly step into the water in the shallow end taking coral samples and checking the few Rays which swim closer wanting a treat. The loud sound of water splashing has them tensing up "Don't even think about it!" They call over their shoulder.

A large webbed hand stops mid grab for fish in the bucket on the ledge of the pool.

The large silver and grey Mer surfaces, bright opal like optics flicker to the human as the Mer flashes a grins impishly, razor sharp denta flickering in the low light of the overhang. He swishes his long shimmering tail through the water as he drifts closer to the human who stands there looking mildly unimpressed. "Aww c'mon! Can't blame a mer for tryin'!" He calls back to them, energetically splashing tiny waves at their back.

Surfing nimbly through the shallows, Jazz zooms closer to observe their work on the coral, chin perched casually on crossed arms as he peers over the large reef bed, resting against it while he watches them with the tiny samples. "Whatcha got dere? Find any pretty shells? Ooh lookit dat lil crab!" His gaze darts around watching the crustacean quickly disappear before it becomes a meal.

A sudden flash of movement draws his attention a small silvery fish darting past. Jazz lunges with a playful growl, coming up empty handed as his prey slips through his fingers. Popping back to the surface, he beams unrepentantly at the human's stern glare.

"Aw don't lookit me like dat! Mers gotta eat, ya know!" Jazz swears with a wink and finger gun, before slipping silently back under the water to resume his hunt. In truth he wasn't that hungry but whenever he snuck into the lagoon he took his opportunity to try and snag a fish or two before getting scrolled.

They roll their eyes as a smile falls onto their lips. "You know the carnal isn't there for you to come in here you know, it's so the reef sharks have access to the ocean, and doing ocean releases." They state as they slowly move back to the bucket. Jazz waves a dismissive clawed hand, tails lazily keeping him afloat. "Psh, dem sharks ain't never around." fins flared and pearly teeth flashing. The human huffs out a reluctant chuckle, knowing full well he's the reason for the reef sharks' absence. “Uh huh, Sure you're not just spooking them to steal their fish?” They shoot back, refocusing on labelling samples, but can't help shooting sly glances at the spirited mer.

Jazz notes their amused smiles and beams, pleased as always to coax more positives from the typically stoic human. He swims lazily nearer, laying chin atop dripping arms as big opalescent optics peer owlishly up at them as the work. "Ya know, if yer ever feelin' adventurous enough for a swim with lil ol' me, Betcha ain't never seen the ocean reef like we merfolk do!" The offer, as always, hangs temptingly in the air.

They grab the bucket of fish and begin emptying it into the water, the small fish dart off in different directions into the reef, it makes Jazz's fins flare as his optics narrow as if on the hunt. "Don't eat them, they aren't for you!" They shoot back at him when he begins eyeing some of the colourful mix of reef fish, they splash water at him which earns a loud whine of a thrill from him.

"Awww c'mon, one lil fishy ain't gonna hurt nobody! But you're right, you're right..." he concedes with a sigh. Drifting back closer to the human who continues To watch him to make sure he didn't try and eat the fish meant for the reef.

"You know I swear I'm the only human who has issues with mer trying to get into pools, I swear if I ever told anyone about you they'd want to study why you're so interested in getting in here, bet Seaworld would pay me good money for you as an exhibit" they state in a huff, it was all talk, they would never do that, Jazz was a rather sweet mer, had surprise and scared the crap out of them the first time he ever showed up wanting to steal fish. It had shocked them even more when he had spoken to them.

Jazz at least has the good grace to look abashed at the chiding, schooling his handsome features into an expression of utmost innocence. Flashing a roguish grin, he swims lazy circles around the human, listening with keen interest as they speak. At the mention of study and dissection, his bioluminescent markings flare in alarm.

"Oh no no, we don't be wanting any a' dat study nonsense! Merfolk got our secrets ya know." He waggles his optic ridges. Boldly, he loops an arm around slim waist, drawing them close as a small collection of thrills and clicks leave him.

"How 'bout you just keep ol' Jazz your little secret, hmm? Then we can have all kinda fun exploring together without no pokin' and probin'." He rumbles softly, staring up at them with such optics that shimmer in blues, Greens and purples, it really did give the illusion of Opal in some ways.

After a moment, the human sighs, they flick him softly and turn away from him to put the bucket up. "So what can I do for you, and why are you in the lagoon? Did you drag yourself across the walkway to get in here?, did anyone see you?" They ask with arms crossed.Jazz rubs his forehead ruefully where the human flicked him, grin turning sheepish. Clearly his antics have piqued their curiosity or worry.

He swims a lazy loop in the water, gleaming dorsal fin cutting elegant lines through the water. "Well ya see, I MAY have spotted ya workin' over here and got a lil curious is all." He winks roguishly. "As for why I be here specifically..." Jazz casts a finned hand grandly about the enclosure. "Let's just say a certain lil reef shark was gettin' a bit big for his fins and I decided to, eh, relocate him elsewhere for awhile. No harm done!"

He flashes them a cheeky smile. "An' drag myself across the walkway? Psh, please. With these babies?" Jazz flares his tailfin proudly, fins flowing with iridescent light. "I'd put Aquaman himself to shame! Naw, I just slipped myself on through the current gates when the tide was changin'."

They glare at him " Jazz if you have broken the ocean grate down there in not going to be happy" they state while staring him down. Jazz holds his webbed claws up defensively, fins fluttering in placation. "Now, now, no need to be gettin' all ornery! I wouldn't do nothin' to compromise the barrier, I promise, I have claws i pudit back in place."

He flashes them a pleading look, big opal eyes widening in a manner he knows is hard to resist almost like cat eyes. Circling closer, Jazz gently grasps their wrist, feeling their pulse pound rapidly against his palm. He rumbles low in his chest. "All I wanna do is spend some time with ya."

Gingerly, Jazz lifts their hand to his faceplates, nuzzling gently against their fingers as his biolights dance an invitation. "Whaddya say? Slip in wit me, just for a lil while." Jazz gazes at them pleadingly, hoping his charm can sway them. They let out a sigh as they walk deeper into water. The lagoons were too shallow for a mer his size to be in there too long but he could still swim rather well throughout the lagoons Of the rescue facility.

Jazz's face lights up with unrestrained delight as they move deeper into the water so he didn't have to rest against the bank, willingly engaging with him. With chirps and whistles, he zips energetically around the shallow pool, fins splaying gracefully to manoeuvre his bulk through the tight space.

Jazz makes the most of it, launching up to momentarily breach the surface before slipping smoothly back beneath in a shimmer of chrome and azure. He circles ever closer to the human, radiating calm invitation. "Ain't this fun? Don't gotta go too deep ta enjoy the splash, eh?" Jazz grins, His optics practically glow with joy to have their focused attention.

"You're a pest you know" they state with a barely kept smile. As he slowly drifts closer.

Jazz merely chuckles softly at their halfhearted insult, spark soaring to see the smile they try to conceal. "Aw, but yer smilin' so I must be doin' somethin' right.” They nearly yelp as Jazz pulls them into the water only to land against his chest laying across it as the mer floats peacefully in the pool.

His grin flashes his sharp teeth up at their surprise face as strong arms encircle their waist, drawing them fluidly into the water. Jazz makes sure to keep their head above the surface, securing them safely against his broad frame.

"Oops, lil accident there!" He trills innocently, though his optics glitter with delight. Jazz gently cradles their back, letting them adjust to the cool embrace of the water. "See? Nothin' to worry about with lil ol' Jazz around." He rumbles soothingly, running webbed fingers in slow circles across tense muscles until he feels them begin to relax.

Floating was as easy as breathing for him, he held the human close yet loose, waiting patiently for panic or anger. They let out a grumbled sigh as they relaxed against his frame. One hand hangs over his shoulders in the water as they lay their head up on his shoulder as they both just exist. Floating in the pool as Ray's and fish swim around the lagoon.

In truth they did enjoy his visits, but they fretted over him getting caught by others. They doubted anyone at the refugee would say anything but they didn't want to risk him getting caught, money could make people do alot of things and they didn't want to risk Jazz's safety or his pod.

Jazz's whole frame practically vibrates with subdued joy to feel them sinking into his embrace. One hand rises from the water to gently cradle their back, holding them securely as his claws trail soothing patterns across their back. He nuzzles their head fondly, inhaling the soft scent as his optics close briefly in contentment. Floating here in peaceful stillness.

They cuddle into him. "Do you want me to come swimming with you tonight?" They softly inquire. When they speak, murmuring that tender question, Jazz's spark practically swells until he fears it may burst from his chest. Slowly opening his optics, he peers down at them with such caring and gratitude, it's plain for all to see how deeply he cared for this human and how much they meant to him.

"Ah would be the happiest mer in all the sea if ya did," Jazz rumbles softly, servo coming up to gently cradle their cheek. Leaning in, he presses a chaste kiss to their forehead with a tenderness that belies his brutal strength.

"But only if it's what you truly want. I'd never force ya or put ya in danger, you gotta know that." Pressing their heads together, Jazz cradles them as if the most precious of gems. All he desires is their happiness.

The hum softly against him. "I finish my shift in half an hour, if you can sneak back out without getting caught ill meet you over by the jetty in the mangroves" they mumble softly as they sit up against his frame. "I still have to feed the eels"

Jazz practically vibrates with barely contained elation, optics glowing fiercely as he gazes up at their darling face. All he can do is hold them tenderly and nod. Slowly releasing them to stand, Jazz watches with eager affection as they exit the pool. "I'll be waitin' for ya where the water meets the land, babydoll." He rumbles softly, spark thrilling at the thought of going swimming with them.

Surfacing silently, Jazz offers one last wave before slicing smoothly through the water back down the ocean gate to the reserve's channels, back out to the open sea. Here, under the dusky sky, he lets his joy ring out for all to hear in a joyous chorus of whistles and clicks. Stealthily, he slips into the mangroves' shadowed crevices, ready and waiting for them to finish their shift.

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[atinycafe]

BENEATH THE SURFACE — ch 01 [24 karat]

PROMPT; mermaid!reader literally gets robbed by ateez and then falls in love w them after like they didn't just steal from her??

FEAT; pirate!ot8!ateez x mermaid!reader (yeo focus)

IN THIS CHAPTER; literally the finding nemo plot but the reader lost her necklace & yeosang has a fat crush on her

WRD COUNT; 3.4k

NOTES; i want a pet shark 2 life is not fair ; this takes place during the say my name era (i go crazy 4 woo w grey hair) ; san is so cute, he's so bbygirl ; yeo is QUICK 2 b attracted 2 her but that's only because i have a soft spot for him, for most of the members it's gonna take more time 4 them 2 b attracted or trust her even TAGLIST; no one yet! lmk if you want 2 b added!

In the enchanted realm beneath the endless expanse of cerulean waves, a mermaid and her devoted companion, a magnificent tiger shark, engaged in their timeless play. With grace and agility, they twirled and glided through the crystal-clear depths, their laughter echoing through the ocean currents.

The mermaid possessed a beauty that could rival the most vibrant sunrise. Her tail shimmered with iridescent hues, a kaleidoscope of azure, sapphire, and emerald, adorned with intricate patterns that mirrored the delicate intricacies of coral reefs. Silver and pearl accents adorned her fin tips, reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display of elegance.

Her tresses, filled with a myriad of braids, cascaded in flowing waves, kissed by the salty sea breeze, entwined with shimmering seashells. Each braid, intricately woven and adorned with delicate seashells, created a mesmerizing tapestry that told stories of forgotten treasures and ancient legends. Clinging to her upper body, a bra crafted from intricately woven seashells created an enchanting contrast against her radiant skin, its luminescent luster accentuated by scattered flecks of ocean dew.

But it was the necklace, the jewel that held the essence of her being, that captured the mermaid's essence. Passed down through generations, it was a masterpiece of oceanic artistry, crafted from rare pearls, glistening gemstones, and the ethereal glow of moonlight captured within a crystal pendant. Suspended delicately around her neck, it symbolized her lineage, her connection to the sea, and the profound love her parents had bestowed upon her.

Days slipped by in an endless dance of laughter and adventure, as the mermaid and her shark companion reveled in their eternal bond. The mermaid, with her ethereal voice, serenaded the waves, casting a spell upon all who heard her melodic enchantments. The shark, with his sleek and muscular form, swam beside her, a guardian and playmate, his razor-sharp teeth concealing a heart of unparalleled loyalty.

Yet, amidst their carefree existence, destiny weaved its intricate tapestry. Unbeknownst to the mermaid, her treasured necklace had slipped away, lost in the vast embrace of the ocean depths. Days passed in blissful ignorance until a haunting emptiness settled within her soul, a deep ache that could not be soothed.

It was on a tranquil morning, as she basked in the gentle caress of sunlight cascading through the shimmering waves, that she absentmindedly reached for her necklace, only to find it absent from its rightful place. Panic surged through her, pulsating with each beat of her fragile heart. Frantically, she searched, combing through her precious troves and secret hideaways, but her beloved jewel was nowhere to be found.

With growing desperation, she confided in her steadfast friend, the tiger shark who had shared her every joy and sorrow. As she poured out her anguish, her voice quivered with raw emotion, every word an echo of her profound loss. The shark, his eyes filled with empathy, listened intently, his silent presence a pillar of strength.

Days turned into nights, and nights into weeks, as the mermaid's sorrow lingered like an ever-present shadow. But amidst the depths of despair, a faint glimmer of hope emerged. A whisper of intuition guided her restless heart, and a determination blossomed within her very being.

She called upon the enchanting power that dwelled within her. With a gentle whisper, she sent out a plea to the inhabitants of the ocean, beckoning the creatures of the deep to aid her in her quest. From the majestic dolphins to the graceful seahorses, every creature received her message, carrying it through the currents with a sense of urgency.

Among the coral reefs and beneath the shimmering surface, the message spread like ripples in the water. The shimmering scales of tropical fish flickered with anticipation, while the wise sea turtles nodded in understanding. Even the elusive octopi, masters of disguise, shared the mermaid's plea among their fellow beings of the sea.

Time unfurled its wings, as she patiently waited for a response. And then, on an unexpected morning, a small and timid fish approached her, its vibrant colors contrasting against its shy demeanor. With trembling fins, the little fish revealed that it had seen a shimmering object in the southern waters, nestled near the Grand Coral Barrier.

The young girl's heart leapt with hope, even as concern creased her brow. For the south, near the coral barrier, was known to be a gathering place for pirates. It was a treacherous and unpredictable territory, where danger lurked beneath the waves. But the mermaid's determination burned brightly within her, fueled by her longing to reclaim what was lost.

With gratitude in her eyes, she thanked the small fish for its bravery and shared information, with a small peck to its mouth. She listened attentively as the fish described the exact location, painting a vivid picture of the treacherous waters and the coral formations that marked the way. The mermaid's voice, soft yet resolute, promised the fish that she would not forget its kindness.

As the mermaid ventured deeper into the heart of the Grand Coral Barrier, a shroud of darkness enveloped the waters, casting eerie shadows upon the once-vibrant reefs. The light struggled to penetrate the murky depths, leaving a sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the surrounding gloom. The corals, once bursting with vibrant colors, now appeared muted and lifeless, their intricate formations reminiscent of gnarled fingers reaching out from the abyss.

In this treacherous realm, her heart pounded in her chest, a symphony of fear echoing through her very being. Every flicker of movement caught her attention, each shadow playing tricks upon her anxious mind. The once-familiar fish that had greeted her with joyous dances now swam with moody eyes, casting wary glances her way. Their expressions carried a silent warning, cautioning her about the perils that lurked in the bottomless pit.

The silence was broken only by the distant sounds of creaking ships, their ghostly presence a haunting reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. It was as if the coral barrier itself held its breath, a stillness that spoke of secrets buried within the abyss, waiting to be discovered. The mermaid's senses heightened, her every nerve tingling with trepidation.

With each stroke of her shimmering tail, the mermaid pressed on, her movements cautious yet resolute. The uneven terrain of the coral barrier posed challenges at every turn, its jagged edges and hidden crevices threatening to ensnare the unwary. Yet, fueled by her determination and the glimmer of hope that flickered within her heart, she pressed forward, pushing past her fears.

In this unsettling environment, the mermaid's vulnerability was magnified. She felt the weight of the unknown bearing down upon her, the weight of an ocean that held both beauty and danger. And yet, within her fear, she summoned the strength to face the darkness, to conquer the shadows that threatened to consume her.

"Neptune, do you see it?" she whispered gently to the sleek shark gliding by her side, who seemed to possess an uncanny sense for hidden treasures beneath the darkened depths (the gems adorning his teeth being the living proof of it). "I feel like it would be easy to notice it, you know? One would think it impossible to miss such a sparkling beacon."

The shark halted in its fluid motion, swiveled to face her with a discerning gaze. A sly grin tugged at the corners of his toothy maw. "You underestimate the allure of shadows. A jewel requires light to reflect its brilliance, and alas, light eludes this realm, dumbass" he retorted with a hint of sarcasm, elicited a gentle pout and an affectionate nudge from the girl.

Before she could muster a retort, Neptune swiftly vanished, a streak of power and agility slicing through the water behind her. Bewilderment danced across her face, her beautiful eyes searching for answers. And then, as if in response to an unseen call, her attention was abruptly captivated.

"What are you—" Her words evaporated when her eyes finally captured the cause of his sudden departure.

There, in a clandestine embrace, her necklace entwined itself around the slender body of a solitary fish. Yet, the challenge was not the possession but the surrounding company. A mesmerizing tapestry of iridescent sardines encircled the coveted treasure, their synchronized movements reminiscent of a beautifully choreographed ballet. Navigating through their shimmering ranks proved to be an enigmatic puzzle, as if the very currents conspired against her.

With unwavering determination, Neptune launched himself into the intricate dance, his every attempt to seize the prize met with the evasive dispersion of the sardines. A sigh of frustration escaped him, mingling with the rhythmic symphony of the ocean's depths.

Undeterred by the elusive nature of her aquatic companions, the mermaid approached the congregation with gentle "steps", her voice carrying the delicate lilt of a siren's plea. "Greetings, my shimmering kin. I simply yearn to retrieve my beloved necklace. I am in dire—"

A cacophony of hurried murmurs echoed in response, the voices of the sardines blending into a sea of hurried commotion.

"No time to spare!"

"We are tardy for our duties!"

"Come back another time!"

"Far too occupied!"

"Return when tides are kinder!"

Undeterred by the chorus of reluctance, she exhaled a wearied sigh and sought respite upon a craggy coral formation. Perched high above the shimmering sea floor, her gaze remained fixated upon the enigmatic congregation. Her resplendent tail swayed gently against the ancient rock, an outward reflection of the ceaseless churning within her mind.

As Neptune persisted, his every valiant attempt met with disillusioned defeat, an unseen peril began to unfold. Unbeknownst to them, a looming net descended ominously from a boat from above, a trap concealed by the shadows. Neptune, in his tenacity, once again lunged to apprehend the elusive fish, only to catch sight of the imminent net and narrowly elude its grasp.

In a desperate cry, Neptune's voice pierced the underwater tapestry, summoning the mermaid from her pensive perch. Her eyes widened, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within their depths. As her gaze fell upon the ensnared fish, deep into the net.

Trapped

"No, no, fuck no, no, no fuck!" the situation had been further compounded. The fish was now beyond her reach, ensnared in the clutches of humanity, likely to retain possession of her precious necklace instead of coming rightfully back into her ownership.

With desperation gripping her heart, the mermaid grasped the coarse strands of the net, her delicate hands fiercely tugging against its relentless grip. Neptune, always loyal, joined in the struggle, his powerful presence lending her strength. Together, they strained against the resistance, their determination radiating through the turbulent waters.

But the net, woven with human cunning and unforgiving strength, fought back with a stubborn tenacity. The mermaid and her faithful shark could feel the weight of their adversary, its unforgiving pull threatening to yank them into a world of captivity. Their hearts sank as they realized their efforts were in vain.

As if obeying an invisible command, the net began its ascent, inch by agonizing inch. Helpless, they watched as their chances of recovering the necklace slipped through their fingers. The mermaid's cries echoed through the depths, a mournful lament for the loss of her cherished symbol of heritage and love.

With a final heave, the net breached the surface, lifting the ensnared fish and the precious necklace into the realm of humans. The mermaid, defeated, surfaced alongside the disappearing net, her glare fixed on the vessel that now possessed her beloved treasure.

Unbeknownst to the mermaid, her presence had not gone unnoticed aboard the ship. Yeosang, the skilled helmsman, stood tall upon the quarter deck, his gaze intently fixed upon the enchanting figure before him. Clad in a black fur coat, shielding him from the relentless winds, he exuded an air of quiet confidence amidst the bustling crew.

As he observed the mermaid with an unwavering focus, his eyes drank in her captivating form. He was struck by the way she wore the sea itself upon her, for intertwined amidst her flowing locks were tendrils of seaweed, verdant and alive. They danced and swayed with each ripple of water, whispering. It was as if the very essence of the ocean had entwined itself within her hair, a testament to her intimate connection with the watery realm.

Yeosang's gaze lingered upon her with an intensity that betrayed his fascination. His raven-black hair, sleek and parted in the middle, framed his face like a midnight sky, a stark contrast against his pale complexion. His eyes, a striking shade of light green, fixated upon her with unwavering determination, as if he could glimpse the secrets hidden within her depths.

Around his neck rested a peculiar necklace, a compass of intricate design, serving as both a navigational tool and a symbol of his unwavering dedication to his craft. It gleamed against the expanse of his pristine white shirt, a token of his commitment to charting a course through the unpredictable seas

Caught in a moment of stolen longing, Yeosang found himself bewitched by the mermaid's presence. The weight of responsibility as helmsman momentarily forgotten, he yearned to bridge the divide between their worlds.

Captivated by the mermaid's unwavering glare, Yeosang couldn't help but find her inexplicably adorable. It was an enchanting paradox—this small, delicate creature staring down his crew, notorious for their ruthless reputation upon the sea. Their infamy preceded them, feared by all who dared to cross their path. Yet, here she was, exuding a quiet strength and defiance that seemed to belie her petite frame.

Curiosity danced within Yeosang's mind as he pondered the reasons behind her intense gaze. What had brought her to fix her eyes upon his crew with such determination? It was the first encounter he had with a mermaid, but he had long known of their existence, whispered tales and legends passed down through generations of sailors.

Was it possible that his crew had encroached upon her realm, depriving her of a bountiful meal that was rightfully hers? Or perhaps, in the perilous dance of predator and prey, they had become her potential feast, their presence serving as a tantalizing invitation for her primal instincts.

Regardless of the answer, Yeosang found himself irresistibly drawn to her. Her eyes, though small in comparison to the vastness of the sea, radiated a captivating power that commanded attention. They held secrets untold, a glimpse into a world beyond his own, and he yearned to unravel the enigma that lay within those captivating orbs.

As his eyes lower themselves on her small pout, Yeosang found his thoughts wandering into treacherous territory. Her lips, delicately shaped and adorned with a hint of natural allure, beckoned to him like the siren's song. It was an uncharted territory of desire that stirred within him, a magnetic pull that defied reason and logic.

His mind, usually consumed by the demands of the sea and the perils of their pirate pursuits, now found itself drifting to thoughts of a different nature. Thoughts of stolen glances, stolen moments, and stolen kisses. The allure of her pout, a mere glimpse into her tender vulnerability, ignited a flame of longing within him that burned with an intensity he had never known. Was this the true power of a mermaid? For in her presence, he fell under a spell of enchantment without a single note escaping her lips.

The black haired boy's attention was abruptly torn from his reverie by a cacophony of screams emanating from the ship's deck. Curiosity piqued, he swiftly turned to observe the source of the commotion, his gaze landing on the master-at-arms. A radiant smile graced the man's face, showing off his dimples, as he proudly held up a stunning necklace, while cradling a captured fish in his other hand.

"Behold, ATEEZ!" San exclaimed with undeniable excitement, his voice filled with triumph. "Look what I've discovered!"

The necklace, a breathtaking masterpiece of aquatic elegance, held the beholder's gaze captive with its sublime craftsmanship. Strands of silver, delicate as moonlight on water, intertwined gracefully, forming a sinuous chain that embraced the neck with a gentle embrace. The metal seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if infused with the essence of the sea itself.

Adorning the necklace were an array of luminous pearls, each one a testament to the ocean's boundless beauty. They shimmered like iridescent tears, their opalescent hues dancing in harmony with the sunlight. Light cascaded across their smooth surfaces, creating an enchanting play of colors that evoked the depths of the ocean's mysteries.

At the heart of the necklace, a captivating gemstone held court, commanding attention with its mesmerizing allure. A deep azure jewel, it gleamed with an otherworldly radiance, as if it held the secrets of the sea within its crystalline core. Its facets caught the light, casting shimmering reflections that mirrored the ebb and flow of the tides.

Upon closer inspection, delicate engravings adorned the silverwork, tracing intricate patterns inspired by the natural world. Seashells, rendered with meticulous detail, seemed to whisper tales of distant shores and hidden treasures. The craftsmanship revealed the skill and artistry of a master jeweler, their hand imbuing the necklace with a sense of wonder and enchantment.

As the necklace dangled delicately in the master-at-arms's hand, it seemed to possess a magnetic pull, drawing the eyes of all who beheld it. Its beauty transcended mere adornment.

San, his black hair composed of red streaks bouncing on his head, continued to regale his crewmates with tales of his discovery, the necklace serving as a tangible testament to his triumph.

San's cute laugh resonated, its pure and unadulterated sound cutting through the ruggedness of the pirate ship, "it seems our little fish friend has a taste for jewelry!", San's laughter continued to ripple through the air as he delicately lifted the fish, cradling it in his hands. With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he brought the fish closer to his face, their gaze locking in an amusing encounter. His joy-filled laughter seemed to dance in his eyes, forming gentle crinkles at the corners—a captivating aegyosal that radiated warmth and sincerity.

The crew watched this endearing scene unfold, their laughter blending with the rhythmic lapping of waves against the ship's hull. The contagious joy mirrored in San's eyes illuminated the camaraderie among the pirates, weaving a tapestry of shared laughter and the beauty of genuine connection.

Finally understanding the reason behind the mermaid's anger, the helmsman turns to look at the pretty girl, only to find her crying.

Yeosang's heart sank as he beheld the mermaid's tears streaming down her ethereal face. The crystalline droplets fell relentlessly, yet her gaze remained distant and vacant. It was as though she was unaware of her own weeping, her soul consumed by an insatiable longing for the stolen necklace. The sight shattered his heart into countless fragments. Oh, how he yearned to reach out and gather her fragile form into his arms, whispering words of solace and assuring her that nothing could harm her with him by her side. His fingers itched to snatch the pendant from San's clutches, to restore it to its rightful owner.

Descending with resolute determination, Yeosang strode purposefully across the deck towards San. With a swift motion, he seized the pendant, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and anguish. His gaze darted around in search of the mermaid, intending to fling the precious artifact to her. Yet, to his dismay, she had vanished. Disappeared without a trace. A sharp pang of longing pierced his chest, leaving him bereft and yearning for her presence.

His trembling hand tightened around the necklace, the temptation to cast it into the depths beneath almost overwhelming. Surely, she resided beneath the waves, seeking solace in the depths she called home. But his selfish desires held him back. If he held onto the necklace, would God be kind enough to reunite them? Would he be blessed with another glimpse of her, as she ventured forth in search of her stolen treasure? His steps faltered, uncertainty gripping his heart.

In a moment of reckoning, Yeosang made a decision. Swiftly, he concealed the necklace within the depths of his coat pocket, a silent vow to protect it until the day she crossed his path again. With a heavy sigh, he retreated to the solace of his chambers, the slamming of the door serving as an unspoken signal to his fellow crewmates that he sought solitude. Confusion etched upon their faces, they remained behind, perplexed by the enigmatic turn of events.

[next]

[gcthvile]

Nothing lasts forever

summary: the heartbreaking reunion of the doctor and charlotte forces them to face buried feelings, but her duty on earth could keep them apart forever despite their timeless love that transcends worlds.

couple: charlotte barlowe (OC) x the tenth doctor

fandom: doctor who

warnings: none

It was a typical day in London when the Doctor ran into trouble. He was scanning for anomalies with his sonic screwdriver when it started beeping frantically, indicating something very not good was happening just down the street. "Ah, what have we got here then?" he said to himself, rushing off to investigate.

Around the corner, a strange creature was towering over people, letting out an unearthly screech. The bystanders screamed and ran away in fear. The Doctor peered at the monster - it was unlike anything in his databanks. Orange and spiky, with six legs and a gaping maw full of razor-sharp teeth. Definitely not from around here.

He darted forward, sonic at the ready. "Leave these people alone!" he yelled. The creature turned with a roar, angling its body toward the new threat. The Doctor grinned with excitement at the challenge. This was going to be fun.

He was just about to sonic it when suddenly, out of nowhere, a posh blonde woman ran right in front of him, nearly causing him to crash into her. "Watch where you're going!" she snapped.

"Get into the TARDIS, it's not safe!" the Doctor urged Charlotte, grabbing her hand. But she wrenched it away.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to my outfit? This silk was imported from Paris. And look at my hair!" Charlotte fussed, unaware of the danger mere feet away.

The Doctor gaped in disbelief. "There's an alien attacking, and you're on about your hair? Come on, inside, now!" He tugged her toward the TARDIS.

"Unhand me at once!" Charlotte glared at the stranger. She took in his disheveled appearance with disdain. "And just who are you supposed to be?"

"I'm the Doctor," he replied impatiently. "Now will you please get in the box before that thing eats you?"

He gestured to the creature, which was starting to notice them again. Charlotte followed his gaze and gasped. "Good lord, what is that monstrosity?"

"I don't know yet, but I intend to find out. Into the TARDIS, it's a ship, just trust me!" He pulled open the door.

Charlotte peered inside, stunned by the massive interior. But she held her ground. "Not until you tell me what's happening. I demand an explanation."

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair in frustration. The creature took a lurching step toward them. "Fine! That's an alien, I'm a Time Lord, this is my ship, and if we don't leave right now we'll become its lunch. Now please!"

Charlotte hesitated only a moment more before hurrying inside. The Doctor slammed the door, engaging the locks. "That's better. Hold onto something, it could get bumpy!"

He raced to the console, punching buttons. The TARDIS shook as it dematerialized. Charlotte grabbed a coral strut, eyes wide. "You...you can travel in time and space?" she breathed.

The Doctor grinned. "Welcome to the TARDIS, Charlotte. The whole of creation is ours to explore."

Charlotte couldn't believe this strange man called the Doctor was actually telling the truth. Yet here she was inside his incredible ship. As he flew them away from danger, she found her courage.

"Take me back," she said firmly.

The Doctor frowned. "I'm not risking you against that creature."

"I can distract it while you do...whatever it is you do." Charlotte met his gaze steadily. "I want to help."

He hesitated, then sighed. "Very well. But you do exactly as I say!" The TARDIS landed with a thump.

The Doctor opened the door a crack, peering out. "Coast is clear. When I say run, make as much noise as possible to draw it away. I'll be sonicing its brains out."

Charlotte nodded, steeling herself. The Doctor grinned. "Now!"

She took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs, running pell-mell down the street. The creature roared, spotting her immediately. It gave chase.

Charlotte chanced a look back - it was gaining fast on her high heels. Where was the Doctor? Up ahead she saw an open manhole - she dived into the sewers just as sharp claws slashed the air above.

In the darkness, she heard an unearthly wail, then silence. Light flooded the tunnel as the Doctor removed the manhole cover. "All done! You were fantastic. Bravest human I ever met." He grinned, offering a hand. "Fancy another trip?"

Despite being out of breath and covered in muck from the sewers, Charlotte couldn't help but grin back at the Doctor. "That was...invigorating!" she admitted. "Though I think I'll skip the sewers next time."

The Doctor chuckled as he helped her climb out. "Wise choice. Now, how about we get you cleaned up? The TARDIS has hundreds of bathrooms." He led her inside the massive blue box.

As Charlotte explored the wonders within, she began to understand this wasn't just some parlor trick. This Doctor and his ship were truly something beyond her comprehension. And the idea of seeing even more of the universe was intoxicating.

After a refreshing sonic shower (she didn't even want to know how that worked), Charlotte met the Doctor in the console room, dressed in a spare outfit the TARDIS provided.

"So where shall we go next?" he asked eagerly. "An ancient civilization? A future colony? A planet made of diamonds?"

Charlotte hesitated. As exhilarating as this all was, could she really give up her life? But when she looked into the Doctor's smiling face, full of enthusiasm and hope, she knew she had to try.

"Show me something amazing, Doctor," she said. He punched coordinates and off they flew once more into the unknown. Wherever the TARDIS took them, Charlotte knew her world would never be the same.

The TARDIS landed with a jolt, and the Doctor threw open the doors. "Ancient Egypt, 30 BCE!" he announced.

Charlotte gasped at the sight before her. Massive pyramids towered against the orange sky. People in colorful linens walked the dusty streets, palm trees swaying in the breeze.

"It's just like I dreamed!" she breathed. The Doctor beamed, delighted by her reaction.

They spent the day exploring the bustling cities and temples filled with hieroglyphs. Charlotte showed a surprising depth of knowledge as she rattled off facts about artistic styles and pharaoh lineages. The Doctor was impressed.

"Not just a pretty face, hm?" he teased as the sun started to set.

Charlotte blushed. "Father insisted I have a well-rounded education. I never thought it would lead me here, though."

They watched the sun dip below the pyramids, bathing the land in golden light. The Doctor turned to Charlotte, suddenly serious.

"You belong among the stars....Travel with me?"

She hesitated. As thrilling as it was, could she leave her whole life behind for such uncertainty and danger?

"I'm afraid that path isn't for me," she said gently. "But I'll never forget our adventures together, Doctor. Thank you for opening my eyes to wonders I never dreamed of."

The Doctor nodded understandingly, though he felt a pang of disappointment. Still, her smile made the day worth it.

A sad mood fell over them as the TARDIS faded into view on the Cairo horizon. The Doctor and Charlotte walked slowly back to her, savoring their last moments together.

"I'll miss having you aboard," the Doctor said softly. "You fit into the universe so well."

Charlotte looked at him with regretful eyes. "Part of me wishes I could stay. But my place is elsewhere." She squeezed his hand. "Thank you, my friend, for everything. I'll carry the memories of our travel forever."

They stopped before the TARDIS doors. Suddenly the Doctor pulled Charlotte into a hug, resting his chin on her head. "If ever you change your mind, the TARDIS will be here," he murmured.

Charlotte hugged him tightly, fighting back tears. Then she stepped back, offering a brave smile. "Goodbye, Doctor. Go save the universe."

He returned her smile sadly. "Farewell, Charlotte. You've made this lonely old heart lighter."

With one last lingering look, she turned and walked away down the street, soon disappearing into the dusk. The Doctor watched her go, loath to leave but knowing he had to respect her choice.

He patted the TARDIS console. "Onwards, my friend. The stars won't wait." With a heavy sigh, he pulled the lever, locking the door on this chapter.

A few years later, when the Doctor had to come back to Charlotte's time since another issue appeared, he, one day, saw Charlotte sitting in a cafe, talking to her current boyfriend and laughing. She looked a bit older but catched everyone's attention nonetheless, natural light blonde hair, naturally wavy, captivating light blue eyes, and a touch of freckles, turned heads effortlessly.

As the Doctor passed by Charlotte, he stopped for a minute and his eyes became wide. He knew that it must've been her, given how similar she looked to the woman he met in the past. She still had the same natural light blonde hair, wavy and captivating, as well as blue eyes and a few freckles that made her look even more beautiful. He wanted to approach her, as well as make sure that he was correct in assuming that this was Charlotte, but he didn't want to interrupt her conversation with her new boyfriend.

Charlotte looked outside for a moment and froze, stopping her conversation as she noticed the Doctor outside, on the other side of the road, her smile faded immediately as she didn't expect to see him at all. The Doctor noticed how Charlotte's expression suddenly changed and was able to tell that she had recognized him quickly and was surprised by his appearance. He remained still and waited to see if she would approach him, as he didn't want to interrupt their moment and make her feel uncomfortable.

At the same time, he hoped that Charlotte would come towards him, as he wanted to speak with her again and maybe even reconnect with her once more. Charlotte shook her head and cleared her throat going back to her conversation, pretending like she didn't see him, but nonetheless, she seemed a bit nervous. The Doctor was a bit disappointed by the fact that Charlotte seemed to ignore his presence and didn't approach him, given that he was very eager for them to speak again after all of these years and was hoping for a reunion between them. He understood that the situation might be a bit delicate for her, so he simply stayed there for a few more moments, in case she changed her mind and went to speak with him.

Charlotte and her boyfriend stood up and walked out of the cafe, her boyfriend offered her a ride but she refused kindly and said that she'd walk home. The two exchanged a soft yet passionate kiss before parting ways. The Doctor was surprised by the sudden change of events, as she now refused the offer to go home with her boyfriend and wanted to walk instead. The Doctor thought there was an opportunity for him to go and try to talk to Charlotte again. So, he followed her from the distance and tried to catch her attention.

"Charlotte?" he called her name, quietly, as he walked closer to her.

At the sound of that familiar voice, Charlotte froze. Slowly, she turned to face the Doctor, eyes wide.

"It's...it's really you," she breathed. He strode towards her with that signature grin, but she could see the question in his eyes - had seeing him upset her?

Charlotte glanced behind her, as if part of her wanted to continue walking away from this moment she hadn't expected. But something drew her feet toward him instead.

"What are you doing here?" she asked softly. Her mind was in turmoil - happiness at being reunited with her dear friend, sadness at everything left unsaid between them long ago.

The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. "Just saving planets, you know how it is. Wasn't expecting to run into you though! Looks like you've been doing well."

His gaze flickered to her lips, still flushed from her lover's kiss. Charlotte looked away, swallowing. When she met the Doctor's eyes again, she said gently, "It's...complicated. A lot has changed."

A sadness echoed in his ancient eyes. "I know. But I'm glad I got to see you again. You look as radiant as ever."

Charlotte blushed, heart swelling at the familiar tender tone she'd never forgotten. Then she sighed. "What am I doing? I really must be going."

Yet she made no move to leave his side. The Doctor watched her, hopeful. "Fancy a trip in the TARDIS? Just for old times' sake. I promise to get you back in no time."

Charlotte hesitated, longing and reluctance warring within. How many times had she dreamed of this moment, of seeing the Doctor again? But so much was at stake now.

"I don't know..." she said, though she made no move to leave. A familiar curiosity glinted in her eyes.

The Doctor grinned, sensing an opening. "Come on, just one little trip. No danger, I swear. Unless you count the Lorini Falls on Nexia - most spectacular sunset in the cosmos. I'll have you back before tea."

She tried to maintain a stern face, but it broke into a reluctant smile. How could she resist that boyish enthusiasm, or the siren call of adventure? Her life had become so ordinary of late.

"One trip," she conceded with a sigh. The Doctor pumped his fist in triumph.

Her heart raced as they strode to the familiar blue box. Inside was as amazing as ever. As the engines powered up, Charlotte breathed deep to steady herself. One moment of madness couldn't hurt...could it?

The Doctor beamed. "Hold on tight! Next stop, Nexia." Adventure was calling them both once more. Charlotte clutched the console, excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. She was home.

The TARDIS landed with its usual jolt, causing Charlotte to stumble into the Doctor. He caught her arms with a smile.

"Steady there. Welcome to Nexia!" He bounded to the door. "After you."

Charlotte stepped outside and gasped. They were atop a shimmering purple cliff overlooking an ocean bluer than any on Earth. As the twin suns dipped low, the water glowed with iridescent hues.

"It's breathtaking," she said in awe. The Doctor beamed, thrilled by her delight.

They sat together, legs dangling over the edge, as the suns sank below the horizon in a brilliant show of color. For a while, only comfortable silence passed between them.

Then Charlotte spoke quietly. "It's easy to forget life's realities here. But I have responsibilities now."

The Doctor took her hand gently. "I remember the cares you left behind to choose this. And I understand if your path has changed. But know that a place will always remain for you here, should you want it."

She leaned her head against his shoulder. More than ever, she wished things could be simple. But her head and heart were conflicted.

As the first stars emerged, the Doctor smiled softly. "No need to decide tonight. One more heavenly sunset won't hurt. The present is a gift..."

Charlotte returned his smile, resolving to live fully in this moment of peace. Tomorrow would come soon enough to face reality again. For now, adventure called, and with the Doctor, answers would keep.

Still, the Doctor felt a bit sad because he thought they could reconnect again. That's why he asked, in a serious tone.

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" he replied, while waiting for her answer, as he was slightly hopeful.

Charlotte heard the note of hope and sadness in his voice, and it tugged at her heart. She turned to meet his earnest gaze, seeing the longing there as plainly as he must see the conflict in her eyes.

For a moment she allowed herself to dream - of abandoning convention, of traveling the stars in the TARDIS with him forever. But reality was not so simple. With a sigh, she replied gently:

"You know I care for you dearly, my friend. These memories we share will stay with me always. But I have another life now, responsibilities I cannot walk away from. No matter how far my spirit longs to roam free as it once did."

She took his hand. "You must let me go, as I must. Our time together was a gift; I will cherish it forever. Please, don't make this parting harder than it must be."

Beneath her words lurked deeper feelings, left unsaid. They shone in her eyes as clearly as the galaxy rose behind her. Her heart was torn, but her choice was made. All he could do was accept it, as she must accept his nature in turn.

Charlotte smiled softly as a few tears sparkled in her eyes. "You, Doctor, were the most wonderful experience of my life. I will cherish our adventures together forever."

The Doctor gazed at her sorrowfully. "And you were everything. Your brief time on board meant more to me than you'll ever know."

He had seen so many planets, met countless people over centuries of traveling. But with Charlotte it had been different - she had made such a profound impact on him in that short time. Her wit, courage and spirit had reignited something in his soul that he thought long gone.

"I'm used to companions coming and going," he continued. "But losing you - knowing I won't be part of your life again - that's the hardest thing. Please know that despite the years I'll live on, your memory will stay with me, keeping me smiling through even my darkest of days."

Charlotte froze at his heartfelt words, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, hesitantly, she asked the question that's been haunting her ever since their reunion, "Doctor...were you in love with me this whole time?"

The Doctor met her gaze, unflinching in his sincerity. There was no use denying it anymore. "Yes," he said simply. "From the moment I saw your true self in the Ancient Egypt, inquisitive yet brave, you stole a part of my hearts that I never thought I could love again. Being with you was the greatest of gifts."

He reached out to gently cup her cheek. "I understand if that changes things. My feelings don't diminish or excuse the choice that is yours alone to make. All I can do is lay my heart bare, as you so deserve after gracing me with your light in my lonely life."

A sad smile crossed his lips. "I vow no matter your reply, our friendship will remain. And should you ever need me, for any reason, the TARDIS doors will open as they always have."

The TARDIS landed outside Charlotte's home with its familiar groan. She turned to the Doctor with eyes filled with tears, now freely falling down her cheeks.

"I never wanted to hurt you, my dear friend," she said softly. "Knowing your heart now only makes this harder."

The Doctor brushed away her tears with a gentle thumb. "Do not fret for me. I lived many years alone and will continue thus, if that is your desire. All that matters is your happiness."

She leaned into his caress, closing her eyes. There were so many things left unsaid between them. But she had made her choice, for better or worse, and could not go back now.

Taking a shaky breath, Charlotte stepped back. "Farewell, Doctor. Wherever the universe may lead you, carry a piece of my heart with you, as you'll always have a place in mine."

He nodded, smiling tenderly through his own sorrow. "Until the stars go dark, Charlotte. You splendid, remarkable girl - go and live your life to the fullest. I love you."

One last lingering touch of her fingers to his cheek, then she turned and walked away through the TARDIS doors without looking back. The Doctor watched her go, hearts fit to break, before reluctantly piloting away into the vortex once more. Though apart, their bond would endure across time itself.

well, hopefully you liked it! I'm still new to the doctor who fandom, so I hope I could portay the doctor correctly 🚶🏻‍♂️

@missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @mallowbee4 @meiramel

[batmanshole]

my favourite emojis

thumbs up. salute. bomb. tulip. strawberry. sobbing. two red exclamation marks. red exclamation mark and question mark. woozy. dizzy. hand cupping. hand pointing. eye. female firefighter. female farmer. female construction worker. pregnant man. woman in wheelchair. woman in power chair. woman with probing cane. puppy face. duck. duckling. snail. ant. bee. jellyfish. whale. seal. sheep. guide dog. wing. dove. clover. four leaf clover. sprout. mushroom. lotus. bouquet. hyacinth. hibiscus. cherry blossom. rock. sunflower. coral. sparkle. star. rain. rain and thunder. snowflake. gust of wind. onion. garlic. bagel. ginger. cherries. peach. green apple. red apple. pear. lemon. orange. mango. blueberry. carrot. corn. broccoli. bok choy. potato. bread. sweet potato. baguette. pretzel. pancakes. hotdog. hamburger. sandwich. fortune cookie. rice. dango. sorbet. flan. lolipop. tea. honey. bubble tea. hockey. roller skate. fishing. woman surfing. fencing. paint palette. woman juggling. trumpet. saxophone. violin. chess pawn. guitar. headphones. probing cane. wheelchair. power chair. crutch. suspended train car. tram. trolley. train. train at station. airplane. airplane taking off. airplane landing. different airplane. ship anchor. moai head. map. roller coaster. park fountain. pink hospital. keyboard. phone with arrow. CD. DVD. minidisc. floppy disk. VHS tape. camera with flash. dial. antique clock. hourglass. hourglass with falling sand. old tv. plug. candle. lightbulb. ID card. ladder. pickaxe. saw. nut and bolt. gear. hammer. box propped up by stick. magnet. water gun. knife. axe. sword. dynamite. cigarette. gravestone. hole. bandaid. telescope. pill. broom. plunger. picnic basket. bath with bubbles. razor. toothbrush. lotion. soap. person in bath. toilet paper. toilet. sponge. bucket. key. skeleton key. bed with person in it. bed. chair. door. teddy bear. present. balloon. box. tag. scroll. document. document bent. file folder. open file folder. clipboard. office trash can. rolled up newspaper. filing cabinet. newspaper. composition notebook. plain notebook. red volume 1 notebook. green volume 2 notebook. blue volume 3 notebook. orange volume 4 notebook. stack of books. open book. triangular ruler. pin. pen. fountain pen right. fountain pen left. pencil. crayon. closed lock. pink heart. red heart. orange heart. yellow heart. green heart. cyan heart. blue heart. purple heart. grey heart. white heart. brown heart. black heart. sparkling pink heart. pink heart with arrow. pink heart with bow. double pink hearts. swirling pink hearts. glowing pink heart. vibrating pink heart. broken heart. radiation warning. libra. big red X. big red O. crossed out circle. question mark. exclamation point. warning sign. trident. fleur de lis. accessibility sign. canadian flag. brazillian flag. pirate flag. ok sign. cool sign. music notes. on arrow. top arrow. TM sign. crossed out bell. thought bubble. yelling bubble. speech bubble. spade. club. heart. diamond. gay pride. trans pride.

[eeveegirl9]

This is Damir's team in my TWST x Pokémon crossover. Mantine is his main partner. He, like the rest of Octavinelle uses Dive Balls. 

Mantine's Moves: Aqua Ring, Air Slash, Agility, Bubble Beam and Headbutt. His Ability is Swift Swim. Damir met Mantine as a Mantyke, along with Cai's Mantyke.

Shuckle's Moves: Shell Smash, Power Trick, Gyro Ball, Rock Slide, Struggle Bug. Her Ability is Sturdy. Damir met Shuckle during Beans Day when he accidently tripped over her.

Dhelmise's Moves: Anchor Shot, Power Whip, Rain Dance, Confide and Shadow Ball. Its Ability is Steelworker. Damir found Dhelmise while revisiting the Coral Sea, along with his Binacle.

Barbaracle's Moves: Hone Claws, Rock Polish, Razor Shell, Slash and X-Scissor. His Ability is Sniper. Damir found Barbaracle as a Binacle in the Coral Sea, along with Dhelmise. He evolved during Jamil's Overblot.

Mankey's Moves: Screech, Assurance, Fury Swipes, Counter and Thunderbolt. His Ability is Anger Point. Damir found Mankey injured and hiding in Ramshackle while visiting Nagisa. He tended to injury and Mankey joined his team.

Grimer's Moves: Acid Armor, Screech, Shadow Ball, Sludge Wave and Ice Punch. Her Ability is Stench. Damir found her hiding in a cauldron during Potion Class.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

ok this will sound weird but,,,thank you for sharing your thoughts on the sonic archie comics 🥺 I always want to talk about mine as well and share my ships but I get worried of getting dunked on by antis lol

if you don’t mind asking, what other ships from the comic you like aside from mighty x ray and snivegg?

Hey, that's okay! And very understandable, for the record

Hehe I definitely don't mind answering! It's like ahsbsbns so many though 😂

So definitely Snivegg and Mightray as you already mentioned

Lienouge (Lien-da x Rouge)

Julouge (Julie-Su x Rouge)

Sonighty

SonRay

Rayails/Tairay

Mightails

Sallamy (specifically well into the comic or like post the sgw)

Sallicole

Minally (Mina x Sally)

Minacole (Mina x Nicole)

Sonelias

Geofflias (Geoffrey x Elias)

I do like Geoffrey/Sonic (but I most enjoy it when Prince Elias is involved)

MaxLocke

Espighty (Espio x Mighty)

Honamy (Honey x Amy)

Sonadow

Omegadow

Omegixit/Fixitmega (Omega x fixit)

Soknux

Knuxails

Shadails

Shadeclipse

Knuckles/Eclipse

Rougamy

Blazouge

Sonjet

SpeedJet (Speedy x Jet)

Speedails

Eggwily/Wilegg (Dr. Eggman x Dr. Wily)

SonMega (Sonic x Mega Man)

Knuckles x Proto Man/Break Man

Rotor/Cobar

Rotommy (Rotor x Tommy)

Adails/Adamails (Adam the ai x Tails)

Metonic

Mettails

Shardonic

Shardails

Shardilver

Shardlias (Shard x Elias)

Silvlias (Silver x Elias)

Antoine/Sonic

Lara-le/Wynmacher

Lara-le/Lien-da

Lara-Su/Argyle

Lara-Su/Sonia (specifically the 25 yrs later timeline pre King Sonic's messing with the timeline)

Sonourge

Scourgails

Scourgiles (Scourge/Anti-Sonic x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Mileails/Taimiles (Tails x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Soniles (Sonic x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Sonic/Zonic

Bunally

Bunnicole

Fionic (Fiona x Nic)

Beanack/Fangbean

Beanbark

Knuxighty

Knuxpio

Sonespio

Vespio

Vector/Knuckles

Charmy/Mello

Vectighty

I actually did enjoy Team Chaotix + Knuckles + Mighty as a ship pre SGW

Blazeam

Creamamy

Is there a ship between Sonic or Tails and that copy of Tails Mammoth Mogul made? Because if there is, then that.

Soneclipse

Metourge

Scourgadow/Shadourge

Roseamy (Rosie the Rascal/Anti-Amy x Amy)

Mammoth Mogul x Ixis Naugus

Sonchris

Chrisails

Speedonic/Sonsam

Vanilla/Lindsey

Chuck Thorndyke and the scientist who made the shrinkray in the comic (He was like an old roommate/partner)

Roupaz

Sonilver

Shadilver

Silvaze

Sonchip

Razonic (Razor x Sonic)

Geoffilver (Geoffrey x Silver)

Sonbean

Metal Sonic/Tails Doll

Metal Sonic/Metal Tails

Metal Sonic/Metal Knuckles

Shardetal (Metal Sonic x Shard)

SonSpike (Sonic x Spike the porcupine)

Zavok/Eggman

Breezy/Honey

Relic/Tikal

Chaonic (Chaos x Sonic)

ChaoKnux (Chaos x Knuckles)

Strikeonic (Sgt Striker x Sonic)

Striker/Razor

Black Doom/Black Death

Scourgeclipse

Mecha Sally/Nicole

Znively/Zobotnik (The variants of Snively and Eggman from the horizontal dimension of Zone cops)

Chrisadow

Sonkhan (Sonic x Monkey Khan)

Monkey Khan/Tails

Bunnalicia (Bunnie x Alicia/Anti-Sally)

Sticksamy

Remington/Harry

Muttails (Muttski/Ben x Tails, post SGW)

Sonic/Muttski (post sgw specifically)

Storm of Clovers (Clove x Conquering Storm)

Julamy (Julie-su x Amy)

Sonic/Tommy

Cuorb (Cubot x Orbot)

Sheriff D'coolette/Antoine's Father x Rob o the hedge

Dimitri x Eggman

Eggman x Dr. Light

Coral x Amy

Razor x Blade

Coral x Undina

Zontails

And...whew

I hope I didn't miss any since I put these ones down off the top of my head

Really, thank you for the ask! And if you'd like to ask about any ships I like specifically (headcanons/thoughts/whatever), or if there was a pairing you were curious if I liked in any capacity, feel free to shoot me another ask😊

[chaoticgeminate]

The Saltwater Room (iv)

Summary: You’ve been a drifter across the sea for as long as you can remember, unwilling to stop and unwilling to settle, nervous to put down roots and trust others like you’d been taught growing up. Marcus grew up settled and happy, heartbreak led him to the sea and fate put him in your path.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (Implied smut but not detailed, mentions of experimentation, mentions of pirates, general survival violence like fighting off animals)

Notes and Warnings: AU based on the video game Raft, will feature some locations and themes of the game. This is NOT how you survive if you’re stranded at sea, please don’t use this as practical.

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i've never felt so at home (5.2k)

Vasagatan wasn’t a town, it was a ship, and you scanned the massive structure in awe. It wasn’t so large like the old cruise ships that it could take weeks to investigate but it was definitely some sort of luxury craft. Marcus dropped the anchor of the raft as you rolled the sail up and the two of you both looked at the large ship. In the week of sailing it had taken to reach the vessel you’d been meticulous about tending to Marcus’ injury, it was doing a lot better but you were still insistent on limiting his range of motion to prevent the almost healed area from getting worse.

Thankfully the salt water and herbal pastes were helping to keep infection away, big blessings seeing as you both had yet to run into an island with any communities of people, and Marcus looked over at you as he watched you get ready to head onto the ship. He was nervous to agree to it, especially after the radio tower, but you’d convinced him to stay primarily with the raft this time around; not only was he recovering from his injury still but if there were people here like at the tower then neither of you wanted to risk your only means of transport being stolen or for him to become a liability in a fight.

Not even counting the swim over, the ship had gotten wedged into rocks and pushed somewhat on shore of what might’ve been a moderately sized island, you had taken one look and knew that there was no way that Marcus would be able to make the swim without compounding his injury. He hadn’t wanted to agree with you but he knew you were right, which was why his arguing had been minimal.

“I’m going right for the navigation room, promise, the goal of this is coordinates or communication logs with Cadran.” Marcus nodded and the gentle kiss on your nose made you giggle, his own smile making you reach up to play with his scruffy beard, and you made a note to look for a good razor for him since he preferred to have a clean shave. Armed with a machete, your knife, and a headlamp that you’d pieced together with Marcus’ help you slipped into the water and began to make the swim through the gap in the rocks.

The vast difference in depth became apparent when you went from open ocean to kicking coral as you swam to the lowered back end of the boat; it looked like a ramp that had gotten stuck in the open position after the ship beached itself, with the disturbed sand and broken rock falling onto it and half submerging it. As you looked at the high wall and single door your nerves spiked, the headlamp sliding into place on your head, and you pulled the door open to see what you were working with. You had to immediately look right, the door opened to a narrow hallway in that direction, and it was dark.

The headlamp wasn’t super bright but it was better than nothing, the metal floors coated in a thin layer of algae in some places, and you thanked Marcus’ foresight of taking the shoes off the feet of the two from the tower. His pilfered pair were a little big, just like yours, so you ended up sewing together thick socks made of layers of fabric; they weren’t that comfortable but it was better than going around barefoot or in wood sandals. Every step made the sole of the boots squeak on the ground, or make a wet squishing sound, and your grip on the machete tightened when you heard rapid footfalls above you.

Not heavy enough to be a person, not heading in your direction, but the size didn’t track with anything you thought would live on an abandoned ship. The engine room was empty and you hummed after finding several notes from a mechanic, mentioning a rat infestation, but the noises you were hearing weren’t exactly small. Navigating the bottom floor was done slowly so that you could be quiet, one of the doors was locked and you backtracked to a room that had been open but you’d ignored when you heard something inside.

Your answer to what the hell was here came in the form of a giant rat…thing. The tail was curled up and it was easily the size of a small to medium dog, the screech as it pounced was a high enough pitch to echo on the metal around you but you hadn’t clammed up and instead the machete hacked right into the thing when you side stepped and put a horizontal swing into your arm. Dark blood sprayed on the walls as you stabbed it through the head to be sure it was not getting back up and you had to use your other hand to cover your mouth, gagging at the gore now on the wall and your blade.

You stepped gingerly over the body, rapidly looking around the room until you managed to find a key with the stairwell picture on the tag, and you took stock of what was in the boat and what wasn’t. Depending on how many of those rats were hanging around would determine if you came back to pilfer what you could, if there were too many then it wasn’t at all worth the risk.

Upstairs there were rooms, with plush beds, and to your immense surprise there wasn’t any water damage to any of the spaces. More notes were slipped into your journal, records of someone named General Olaf performing experiments on the rats, the lurkers, and each new thing you learned about him made your stomach crawl with disgust. He had planned to use them like soldiers, he had turned them loose on the crew when he’d abandoned the yacht after they realized it was going to get beached, and there was a chance he was still alive since the notes themselves were only dated a handful of years back.

You had to make a jack to move one of the heaviest cabinets away from the only room that had the chance of having a key for the bridge, finding a lighter instead, and with a soft grunt you began combing the ship again for supplies. If you couldn’t find the key to break the door down -since it was metal there was no way your machete was going to break through it- you had seen a gas tank that was somehow still sealed. A small part of you thought about swimming back to warn Marcus that you were going to construct a small scale bomb but it would only take longer and give more of the lurkers a chance to slip out of their hidey holes.

You’d already killed eight of the damn things and still had no idea where they were coming from, and you weren’t too keen on finding out the hard way.

One gas tank, a few electrical wires, one stray bullet, and with a lighter in hand you exhaled lightly before setting it down in front of the cabin door; the fuse was lit and you hauled ass down the stairs; there was just enough propane in that tank to work and the explosion was loud, your eyes clenched shut as you huddled down under the bottom floor staircase. There was a ringing in your ears but you saw the movement in the empty dance floor in front of you and didn’t wait, scampering up the stairs to see if you’d done it.

The door was half hanging off the hinges and you looked around the navigation room, finding blue prints with a note attached to them that had coordinates. The word Balboa was written with a question mark, the name familiar from the radio tower logs, and you couldn’t find anything else to give you direction. Your head was aching from the explosion rattling your brain but you would rest on the raft, shaking off the mild dizziness as you hurried down the stairs, avoiding the dance floor entirely to go down into the engine room and exit through the bottom most floor.

Two lurkers tried to attack you but you managed to kill one and use the door of the downstairs bathroom to stun the other one long enough to get out, making the swim for the raft after you made sure the papers would stay dry by slipping them into your bag. The woven leaves were lined with an inner plastic layer that enabled it to float, allowing you to swim without worries that the blueprints and the coordinates would be okay. As you expected Marcus was pacing, reaching out to haul you up out of the water the second you were within reach, and he began frantically checking you for injuries.

“You’re okay, thank fuck you’re okay.” He pressed his forehead to yours, gently, as he shuddered slightly with relief.

“I didn’t want to waste time to swim back and warn you I was making a bomb-“

“Why did you need to make a bomb? Wait how close were you to the explosion? Does your head hurt? How are your ears?”

“Locked metal door, went three levels down and ducked under a staircase with my hands on my ears, yes, and they still feel funny.” Marcus tugged you into the cabin, setting your bag down, and he began a cursory inspection of your ears and made you lay down.

“Don’t go to sleep, can’t do that after any kind of head injury, but I’m going to get a cold damp cloth to cover your eyes and ears. Walk me through what you found so that I know you’re awake.” He waited until he was settled in, you had the cloth on your eyes and ears, before taking your hand and letting you tell him about the ship and the lurkers and all the journal entries from Hanne and Olaf. Marcus was silent, or if he was speaking it was low enough that you didn’t hear it over the buzz of your own voice and the muffling from the wet rag, and he promised to get a course for Balboa done up.

You were good at figuring out what direction you were headed, you could get yourself pointed North with no issues, but using the navigation tech that you two had pieced together came more naturally to Marcus. He made you stay awake for a few more hours before he let you sleep, you woke up some time after noon the next day to see that he’d gone onto the yacht. The sight of a narrow, smaller, boat with a double sided paddle made you realize he’d put together what was basically a kayak but with sharper angles.

Marcus was pouring over the blueprints and offered a sheepish grin when he saw your expression, but you simply kissed him and ignored the blood stains you knew weren’t his on the bottom of his white linen shirt.

“Blueprint is for an engine.” That explanation was all the two of you really needed to justify staying long enough to piece together an actual engine, it could run on fuel or wood according to the notes. It was hard work, sure, but it also meant that Marcus had more time to heal before you went running into any other potential problems given that the radio tower notes involved distress calls there.

When the engine was finally assembled and installed, after days of non-stop work until you two absolutely had to sleep or eat, you laid in bed with Marcus and just slept as he cradled you close and praised you for how everything had come together. Downplaying his own involvement, even though he’d done most of the actual work since you’d argued against him going over to the yacht to gather and recycle what you could from the engines there. It hurt you to see him minimize his own abilities the way he was, honestly, since he was just as capable as you were even though he didn’t seem to see it.

Hanne had left notes about learning how to make a slapdash biofuel and biofuel refiner from the rangers on Balboa Island, though she hadn’t left that information -or she had and Olaf had taken it with him- but since that was your next destination you and Marcus worked on getting as much wood dried out as possible while agreeing to only use the engine in short intervals until you had a better fuel source. Leaving the Vasagaten behind was a relief, you didn’t know if the lurkers could swim but you didn’t want to chance it, and Marcus sat beside you that night as the sail and wind guided your way through the water.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried that self-made bomb would have left more lasting damage.” He’d skewered two fish that were currently cooking over your little grill while the two of you ate potatoes from your planter boxes that had been cleaned and cooked up first. The clay cooking vessels that Marcus had managed to make, along with your metal cooking pot, had been a blessing in disguise now that you could actually make stews and soups. Meals like this, just sitting and relaxing as the fire crackled, were not only common but relaxing too.

“I’ll be entirely honest when I say that I tend to overestimate my abilities and my general health far more than I should.”

“You’re used to surviving on your own without someone else worrying about you, I’m not upset that you did what you had to. Like I keep having to remind you, Angel, you’re so impressive. You’ve taught me a lot.” Marcus’ free hand was holding yours, his thumb brushing along the back of your hand, and you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You’re impressive too, you know, our skill sets compliment each other. Usually where I’m unsure you’re able and vice versa, Marcus, so please stop selling yourself short.” He hummed and pressed a kiss to your temple, the scruff of his beard and mustache tickling you a little, and the two of you spent the night after eating just laying together talking about what kind of a life you had imagined for yourselves.

“I never thought I’d really find someone in a romantic sense, actually, because of how things seemed to just fall apart for me. I’m happy that I have you, of course, I just never thought I’d have this.”

“I pictured sailing around for a bit until I felt less heartbroken, a year or two tops, then I’d go to either Tangaroa or Cadran or whatever city I could and just settle down. Ideally around my family, my parents and my sister weren’t exactly keen of me venturing out on my own, but I knew that I couldn’t really count on always being able to find them and I needed the space to be alone for a while.”

“Which you never would have gotten in any of the cities, I remember hearing from people who left Tangaroa about how strict the local government actually was with everyone working. Apparently most of the people were crammed into small apartments there and the only places with real space were for city founders and company big wigs.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised, I was worried when my family said they wanted to sail for Cadran but I can’t blame them for wanting something better than living on the ocean.”

“It’s definitely not the life for everyone.”

“Would you… if I wanted to settle somewhere would you settle with me?”

He sounded scared to ask and you knew why, logically, he was worried about you rejecting it; that you’d retreat into what you knew best, life on the sea, and leave him behind somewhere. But you weren’t afraid to try something new, you hadn’t been afraid when you decided to trust him or afraid to give him your heart, so it would be hard but you weren’t afraid to settle down if it meant keeping him in your life. You told him that, plainly and clearly, and Marcus’s eyes spilled over with tears that you kissed away before he had you on your back and crying his name into the night sky with heaving breaths against the onslaught of his mouth and a most intimate kiss.

Balboa Island was large, easily the largest island you’d ever seen, and you felt Marcus’ body stiffen when you pointed out the sign innocently sitting in the sand on the beach.

Beware of Bears

“Well…. Fuck.”

“Talk about a deterrent.”

You dropped anchor well off shore, over the week of travel time here Marcus was finally in a much better place physically, you’d fashioned a second kayak and paddle since it was convenient but the idea of facing bears was enough to seriously make you question going onto the island.

“Even if there’s two of us… the odds against a bear are bad.”

“I see the satellite receiver station there.” Marcus pointed up and you followed the line of his arm, spotting the satellite tower, and logically that meant the ranger station had to be close to it. There was a distinct lack of boats anywhere, making you wonder if the distress call from Balboa was because of the Vasagaten like you’d suspected, and you knew that Marcus wouldn’t risk it if you didn’t want to. But you didn’t want to risk the chance that Cadran’s location was actually here, seeing as it could take you and Marcus months to get close enough to pick up a radio signal until you came up with a better way of tracking where you’d already been.

“Since they aren’t actively broadcasting I don’t know what we’re going to find here but if you’re willing to try than I am too, the state of the Vasagaten and the Radio Tower along with the other notes from the tower have me worried about your family needing you.” Marcus’ jaw tightened a little at your words but you knew he appreciated that you weren’t trying to sugar-coat the potential truth, you watched his face carefully and when he nodded once and made for his kayak it was clear what he’d chosen.

Arming yourself with the hunting knife, so that Marcus had the machete, you also grabbed one of the spears so that he could take the other. It was a slow paddle to shore but as you dragged the two small vessels up out of the waves it almost felt like there was a timer, the faster you got to the tower and got answers meant the faster you could leave. Storms, sharks, and thirst were the threats you could handle without batting an eye; facing down bears though?

Marcus captured your free hand in his and pressed a kiss to your palm, the gratitude in his eyes clear even as he turned his attention to the steep pathway up off the shore, and you used the butt of your spear like a walking stick to make the upward walk a little easier. The two of you opted to move slower, the further you were from shore, to preserve as much sprinting power as you could in case you needed a quick getaway; what neither of you counted on what the sight of a man in a dark green uniform sitting in some sort of a stand, smiling at you both at the very top of the path.

“Howdy folks, welcome to Balboa Island, I’m Jack. You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout the bears on this side of things, we finally managed to set up a solid perimeter to keep ‘em on the East.” Marcus made no move of relaxing his tense posture, and neither did you, but the man didn’t seem bothered by it at all. He kept his hands off his weapon as he approached, he was actually calm with the two of you facing him down.

“Do you know the coordinates for Cadran? My family was headed there and we’re trying to find them, we’ve been through a lot to get here.”

“Coordinates? You got a workin’ navigation system?”

“We managed to piece one together.”

When Jack smiled it was joyful, even with the slight uptick of his mustache that made it seem more like a smirk, and you couldn’t help but relax just a little bit.

“Then hows about we trade? Coordinates are free but we got some extra supplies, if you could just look at our tower? Some crazy military man on a yacht showed up and had his crew ransack the tower while my team and I were fixing the relay stations, but the main Radio Tower connecting us to Tangaroa never sent anyone to fix it. when we sent a distress signal.”

“The two people there were abandoned by someone else, they attacked us when we showed up so-“

“Right, if you got the coordinates to it I can send Tequila and Ginger to inspect it. If our radio goes up we can reach out to the Caravan Island, they got lots of engineers there and can go fix up the Tower. It’d reconnect us to Tangaroa, if we get word out to them that the pirates are goin’ after towers then maybe we can get some more defenses goin’ up.”

Jack was leading you and Marcus toward the ranger station, you could see that it was actually a little community since there were a few tents and small cabins scattered around the clearing, and the people there all waved warmly at you.

“Howdy folks, come have a sit and some food.” Champ, as he introduced himself, didn’t take no for an answer and was an avid listener to you and Marcus as you recounted your meeting and adventure on the sea so far. He looked equally disturbed when you read off General Olaf’s journal entries, about experimenting on the lurkers that had infested the Vasagaten, and Jack handed Marcus a razor and a towel with a smile before Ginger led you both to the bathhouse now that you’d been fed.

None of them seemed at all surprised you wanted to keep your weapons close at hand, in fact they seemed to expect it, and while you certainly wanted to indulge in a little touching now that Marcus was freshly cleaned and shaved you both knew better than to get distracted.

The new, fresh, clothes they’d provided felt amazing compared to your salt crusted linens and as you joined them again you looked up at the tower looming over you. It was high up, the kind of height that you worried you’d get sick from, but the ladder wasn’t broken or in bad shape at least.

“I should get looking at it now, while I have sunlight.” Marcus nodded once and you began ascending the ladder, keeping your gaze up instead of out or down, and when you reached the platform you could have kissed the metal if you weren’t determined to just hurry up and get back down. The system wasn’t nearly as bad off as the Radio Tower, the worst of it all was frayed wires, and the boxes of supplies up here included a good bit of electrical tape. You did have to salvage a few new sets of wires from the old parts already up here, peeling back covers to make sure they could be easily spliced into the system, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t already known how to do.

After patching up what you could, making notes for Jack and the others so that a proper engineer could get everything fixed up later, all that was left was to flip on the device. The solar powered unit buzzed and squealed for only a moment before the sound of crackling static filled the air.

“Base to tower, you copy?” “Tower to base, I hear you loud and clear.” “Hot dang, you are a miracle worker!”

Jack’s praise made your face warm a little, you couldn’t help it, but what you hadn’t counted on was a rapid beeping as another incoming signal was picked up.

“Balboa Ranger Station, do you copy?” “Ranger Station copy, this Caravan Island?” “Sure is, good to hear from ya’ again.”

Knowing that they had their re-established contact, and that it was going to start getting dark, you began descending the ladder carefully; Marcus greeted you at the base and hugged you, no doubt terrified that you might’ve fallen, but just being back on solid ground settled your nerves.

“We got the coordinates and an offer to stay the night, but they did load us up with supplies if we want to get moving.”

“We know its hard to trust, seein’ the state of things, but you’re welcome here; Ezra, over at Caravan Island, passed a message along to Cadran to see if your folks made it. So if you want to wait it out you’re welcome to stay until we know.”

“Sounds like a good enough reason to stay, right Marcus?” He nodded and you realized that he’d let Ginger pen copies of the notes you’d found from the Tower and Vasagaten, you were honestly glad to see that some people actually wanted to try and end the piracy and attacks. To reconnect people so that everyone could be safer and happier.

“Nervous?”

“Not really.”

Marcus was watching you but you really weren’t all that bothered, his family had not reached Cadran but instead joined a small community near Caravan Island, now that you’d finally tracked them down and knew they were okay it only made sense for him to see it for himself. He’d been away from them for three years, the longest in his life, after all.

“If I- if I wanted to stay… would you?” He sounded scared to ask and you knew why, the countless conversations you had about feeling trapped and paranoid around people after everything you had been through were good enough reasons that he’d worry, and instead of being upset by his questioning you appreciated it. Far more than he’d ever know, really, the fact that he understood your past but didn’t treat you with kid-gloves because of it.

“I can try, you just would just have to be patient with me-“ He kissed you before you could even finish, you knew he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t seriously considering it and you understood it since he’d grown up only traveling on the ocean when he had to. Being on land, being around his family, was the most comfortable for him and he wanted to include you as a part of that.

Marcus sat down with you between his legs, arms wrapped around your middle as the engines rumbled along toward the island. Jack and the others had given you more than enough wood for engine fuel to speed up your trip, after you helped them construct a small raft with an engine that they could use to patrol around Balboa, and evidently the gunshots in Tangaroa had been because of General Olaf attempting to take over there and failing against the city’s military.

You both must have drifted off to sleep because when your eyes opened the sun was high and you shook Marcus gently, it would be safer to head into the cabin than stay out here and risk sunburn, but he pointed at the sight of a flag and high rocks. A small raft came out to meet you and Constable Raymond seemed delighted to learn that Marcus was one of Geoff and Marissa’s kids, the two elder Pike had evidently become a backbone of the little community.

Being led ashore, raft anchored alongside some of the others, you watched Marcus practically sprint the distance to engulf his mother in a hug. His sister Laura and her wife Sue greeted you warmly, the former very welcoming and the latter was already recounting her own tales of traveling and rescuing a Pike that she ended up falling in love with.

“They’re like sirens.” Your joke made Sue burst out into laughter and hug you, while Laura rolled her eyes good naturedly, and you followed the family to the community cabin building where the other residents had been waiting for you both since learning that you were going to be visiting. It was overwhelming, everyone was curious about you specifically, and Marcus held your hand while helping you tell a very watered down version of your early life and then happily telling them the very in depth details of how you saved him and how impressive you were.

It was too much, after hours of being surrounded by people, and you escaped to the shore to just sit and listen to the waves. Marcus joined you a little bit later, just sitting beside you, and you took his hand gently in your own.

One week turned into two, with each passing day you began to grow more comfortable around the others here, the island was definitely large enough to not only house everyone but offer places to run away and hide when you felt overwhelmed. So when Rouhi approached you about buying your raft from you, in order to take up traveling, you were faced with a decision.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t build another raft, the island had plenty of resources, but there was a part of you that knew the truth; as long as you had a way of running away… you probably would. Marcus was an amazing man and you loved him, truly loved him, but even he had guilt in his eyes on nights you would wake up fighting the monsters of your memories that plagued your nightmares. When you would need to be sitting by the shore to remind yourself that even though you weren’t moving now that you could.

He wanted to stay, to settle and not have to fear starving or dying of thirst on the open ocean, and you completely understood why. You had a choice to make and Marcus gave you the space you needed to do so, watching you finish whatever task you were assigned for the day and disappear until nightfall. It was a hard choice to make and in the times of walking away and just thinking you found a friend, someone else who felt trapped and needing to run away,

Someone like you, except his drive was strictly to go to Tangaroa to join their academy to become an engineer.

The raft drifted along the waves, the gulls cry louder than ever, and Marcus stood watching from the shoreline. He looked torn, eyes shiny, and then turned to you with a smile on his face as you watched Rouhi leave with the last remnant of your life before Marcus.

“Come on, Marcus, let’s go home.” He took your hand in his and walked beside you up the worn path toward your cabin, it was early afternoon and the two of you had a few more things you wanted to get done today, seeing Rouhi off had been hard but you’d wanted to say goodbye to the raft that had served you well for the decades it had and give the young man your blessing.

The seashell pendant on your neck was new, a gift to celebrate your marriage, and you wanted to make sure all your work was done so you could spend the next few days with your husband celebrating the start of this new life.

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Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 1

Yandere Goblin Shark Merman x Purple Firefish Merman Reader (CW: Rape, stalking, kidnapping, oviposition, general yandere behavior, rope, biting, male reader, mermen, dacryphilia, a horrible title for which I will not apologize) Word Count: 1.7k (This was not beta read so there may be some minor mistakes. I fully intended to do a gender neutral reader, but unlike a human reader the positions for merfolk sex are more complicated because there is a tail without legs. So I apologize. I do not apologize for the title. I do intend for there to be 1 or 2 more parts to this fic but idk when I will get to them.) Part 2 can be found here: Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 2

You were a purple firefish merman, your entire village existed in a massive wondrous sea cave beneath a coral reef. All manner of glowing shells, stones, and crystals illuminated the vast space, the massive fields of giant aquatic mushrooms (a saltwater variant of Psathyrella aquatica, no doubt) that your people cultivated for food gave off soft light in hues of red, blue and purple. Even your species of merpeople had evolved with shimmering bio-luminescent patterns on your necks, collar bones, and tails.

 And the coral reef above your village was equally beautiful with every color of fish, coral, and seaweed. It was common for your people to spend time hanging out in the reef to enjoy the sun and harvest a lot of your food from here, in a sustainable way of course.  But despite it still being near one of the two main cave entrances and still full of coral and places to hide it was strongly recommended by the elders of the village to never stray to the edge of the reef. And you always listened, but today you saw something shimmering in the distance and you couldn’t resist seeing what it was.  And besides, never once in your entire life had the reef been assaulted or invaded, you could not remember the magical perimeter alarm ever once going off except in scheduled drills. And even if it did go off you could swim back fast, you really wanted to see the shiny bauble that had caught your eyes.  Oh! It was a large shiny gold coin, probably washed up from a human wreck or something. It filled the palm of your hand and you were transfixed admiring the pattern and how it shimmered in the sunlight. You put it in your satchel and realized you were a good bit farther from the cave entrance than you had realized. You were probably even past the perimeter alarm’s radius, you were sure you were safe but… you were still nervous being so near the open water.  You turned to head back but suddenly something grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you backwards.  “Ha! I knew if I left that gold there it would get your attention eventually!!” It was a rough, deep voice. And the person it belonged to was several feet larger than you. A goblin shark merman! Shoulder length blue hair, blood red eyes, he had a pinkish skin tone, but his arm and tail fins were deep red with blue tips. He grinned at you, showing off his multiple rows of razor sharp teeth. The teeth of a predator. “L-let go of me!!” You flailed, twisted, and turned, but nothing you did could get you free of the muscular shark man’s clawed hand as he pulled you towards him.  “Counter proposal: I don’t let you go and you stop fucking resisting.” He pulled out some rope and, although you struggled, still easily bound your arms behind your back and tied them to your tail making you utterly unable to swim.  “I don’t want to be eaten!!” You thrashed and squirmed as if your life depended on it, because you fully believed that it did.  “Are you stupid? Do you think I would go through all this trouble of baiting you just for food? Stalking you for weeks and learning you like shining baubles then waiting for hours each day for you to notice the coin? I am not going to eat you,” He held you tight against his broad chest and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you.” “I don’t want that either!!!” You redoubled your efforts to squirm out of the restraints and his grasp.    “Because the ropes really scream “I care what you want” don’t they?” He chuckled as if it were the most natural thing in the world to tie up someone against their will.  You were completely powerless as he pulled you towards the open ocean and away from the only home you had ever known.  On the way he tried to make small talk with you, introducing himself as Damian. You told him your name and he laughed at you, joking that it sounded like a human name.  He must have swam with you in his arms for a couple hours before finally arriving at his den, a small and somewhat secluded sea cave. Your entire body was a limp noodle, exhausted from your increasingly feeble struggles. And your voice was strained from yelling, sobbing, and pleading. He laid you down on his bed, which was half of a hollowed out giant clam shell with a squishy gel-like filling to sleep on.  “I’m glad I finally have a breeding bitch~” He grinned menacingly looking down at you as you lay helplessly in his bed. “You’re so cute, I bet you feel so tight and warm inside don’t cha?” He lay beside you and untied you, but kept you in his ironclad grip.  “C’mere baby boy.” Damian roughly pulled you on top of him, your back to his chest, grinding against your ass as he held you close and licked your cheek, but you were far too exhausted to do much more than weakly squirm in his grasp. Though with his strength you doubted you could do much even at full energy. “You smell so gooood (Y/N). Mmmm. My (Y/N) all mine~” The shark man rubbed his hands all over your body, hungrily exploring every inch of you. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and he slowly licked them up (merfolk tears are not so watery like human tears, they’re more slime like so they would be visible underwater). “Mmm (Y/N) You’re so pathetically adorable when you’re scared~”  You could feel something large, warm, slimy, and hard prod against your asshole as your captor fondled your crotch until your cock slid out.  “Stop! I don’t want this!” You were shaking in fear despite your prick stubbornly betraying you.  “But I do,” Damian growled into your ear. “And you’ll look so cute all knocked up with my eggs!” He nipped your earlobe possessively, careful not to bite too hard. He rubbed his large prick against your hole, smearing viscous precum all over your entrance, his claws digging painfully into your hips. And with no further preparation or stretching or care for your pleasure he dove his dick right into your warm depths. It slid in easily enough with his own homemade lube covering it and your hole, but it hurt. You thrashed to the best of your ability as it felt like you would be split from the inside out.  Damian, however, felt only bliss. Your inner folds were so tight and hot, and he fit you so well, this was proof you were meant to be his property. His baby boy to kiss, and love, and punish, and train, and fuck, and fill to the brim with babies.  “Pl-please stop, it hurts!” Your voice was high, whiny, and strained. Why was this happening to you? You were a decent person, surely you didn’t deserve this brutality.  “I don’t care cutie~ You feel way too good to just stop, just relax and it won’t hurt as much.” Despite his uncaring words he did, very slightly, slow down a bit and thrust a little more gently. Though this may have just been to make sure he didn’t cum too fast.  “Get off of me!” You elbowed him, and although it did nothing to harm or dislodge him out of your hole, it did annoy him.  “JUST LET ME FUCKING ENJOY THIS!,” he snarled as he yanked your hair back with terrifying ferocity and bit into your shoulder, not enough to permanently harm you, but it definitely drew blood. “You’re my cumdump whether or not you like it, and accepting that would make things much easier on you.”  You trembled and sobbed, your shoulder hurting from being bitten, but you didn’t say another word or offer anymore physical resistance. He smiled at your obedience and licked the bite wound comfortingly, all the while still pounding away into your hole. “Such a good boy for me~ I knew you could behave,” The shark cooed into your ear softly before returning to soothing the bite mark with soft kisses.  “For being such a good little bitch for me I’ll make sure you feel good too.” He slowed his pace and made sure to hit your prostate gently as he slowly stroked your cock. Your voice hitched and you whimpered softly, despite your fear and lack of consent your body was all to eager to feel something pleasurable. You instinctively humped into his hand.  “Oh~ You like that don’t you my sweet little dartfish?” He kissed and licked your cheek. “Mmm, so sweet. I love you so much (Y/N), I’ll never let you leave me.” All you could do was whimper in pain and pleasure as all the built up stimulation finally brought you to orgasm into his hand. Damian brought his seed covered hand to his mouth and licked it clean, the salty-sweet flavor taking him over the edge as he slid into you as deeply as he could, stopping his thrusts and shuddering as he deposited several large eggs into you. You gasped as your belly bulged out. He simply held you in that position for a while as he panted before pulling out and flipping you over so that you faced him, holding you close to his chest.  “Fuck I love you (Y/N). I love you. I love you. I love you.” He kissed your forehead after each repetition of his amorous declaration. “You’re my precious little breeding bitch~” Damian pressed his lips to yours and kissed you deeply with unexpected tenderness.  The shark rubbed the side of your tummy and looked at you as if you were the most beautiful site in the world which, to him, you were.  “My eggs are in there. God, (Y/N) you look so nice like this filled up with my babies.” Damian hugged you tightly, pressing you into his chest. The obsessed shark rubbed your back lazily with one hand and cupped your butt with the other, he remained like that for a long time, but eventually his grip loosened when he fell asleep contently.    Now might be your only chance to escape...

[suguwu]

maw

"I'm afraid I'll eat them, sometimes," you whisper.

"I know," he says, curling a big hand around your nape, cupping your skull. He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. "I know."

You think he's the only one who does.

notes: me writing someone other than nanami? it's more likely than you'd think. i lowkey felt possessed when i wrote the meat of this in a frenzy in my tumblr drafts. the getou & consumption brainrot is real. this isn't even my getou wip. god. do not perceive me.

pairing: getou suguru x afab reader

wc: ~2k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, jjk manga spoilers (gojo's past arc), pre-canon but with aged up characters (college au), afab reader (no pronouns used), canon-typical blood & gore, canonical minor character deaths, brief religious references, reader has a (somewhat vague) innate technique, said innate technique swallows up some corpses at some points, cannibalism (in a nightmare), fingering, smut, non-linear timeline. let me know if i missed anything!

It was only ever Suguru.

Later, you'll hear all the different theories as to where you went so wrong: you are a lamb led astray, unaware of the sharp-toothed grin closing slow around you; you ate the apple straight from his hand, lips glistening and tongue wrapping slick around his fingertips, the crimson skin of it catching between your teeth, till your smile was only bloodied, pulpy gums; the gluttony of the insatiable maw of your technique drove you mad.

But it was only ever him.

Just a man with a sunset smile, something slow that filled the sky, that painted the world with color. Just a man with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed.

(Just a man with rot laid heavy on his tongue, pulsing black and pungent, little veins of blight uncurling to slip down his throat, into his belly, to fester and keep.

If you swallow someone else's sins, you wonder, must you atone too?)

There was no trickery, no seduction, no madness.

It was just Suguru.

The elders send you to wade through what he leaves in his wake.

The gore of it feels endless—sticky tide pools of blood thick with bone splinter coral and shattered teeth shells. The metal tang scent of it scrapes sharp over you. Settles heavy on your tongue.

"It's too much," you say, shaking your head, your fingers trembling, twitching. "I can't—"

"You will," the manager says, her voice kind. Her eyes are flint.

You do.

You unleash your innate technique and let it swallow all 112 of them, those scattered bodies broken beyond belief. Make the blunt teeth of your cursed energy crack their bones smaller still. You fold them into yourself. You grind them into powder. 

You are the mortar, you are the pestle.

Their cursed energy wells up inside you. Bloats you. You itch to siphon it off, your fingertips trembling with it. The energy's wrong in you—doesn't fit inside your skin.

Sometimes it feels like there's no room left for you in your own body.

You think of Suguru, of the curses he's consumed, and wonder how much of himself he's had to tuck away. If he feels small inside his skin too.

It's too late to ask him now.

"So you're the one that's basically a garbage disposal," Gojo says to you. "Kinda gross."

He eyes you over the rim of his sunglasses, a flash of incandescent starlight blue. He's got a lanky arm propped up on his knee and enough cursed energy to give you a headache.

You've known him for all of two minutes.

"I'm sorry," Getou says politely, looking pained. He shoves at Gojo subtly, but the white-haired man doesn't even budge. "We're still socializing him."

Shoko snorts.

You've heard all sorts of things about the college's trio of first years. Gojo's legendary, his power bordering on the divine. Getou's not far behind him, the two of them a binary star, celestial bodies brought down to earth. Shoko may not measure up to them in power, but she's rare, her fingers tipped in holiness, her touch razor sharp.

(Healing isn't always kind.)

You know what they've heard about you.

"It's fine," you say, the words bitter on your tongue. "He's not wrong."

When you walk away, none of them try to stop you.

Getou lingers at the edge of the dissolving curtain, his tall frame a shadowed smear against the early morning light.

He'd shown up moments after you'd finished with the Grade One, no traces of it left behind except for the cursed energy swelling in you, testing the limits of your being. You hadn’t called for backup, but he’s here anyway.

(The elders doubt you, sometimes.

Hunger is hard to contain.)

He looks up as you say goodbye to the auxiliary manager, and when your gazes meet, his eyes are dark, endless like the night sky. He tilts his head.

It's only then, with his eyes slow on your skin, a molasses drip of attention, that you realize that he's waiting for you.

He slips his phone into his pocket as you join him. You see the way his gaze drifts over your jittering fingers.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," you say. "Sorry they sent you out for nothing."

He smiles. The edges of it flirt with being genuine, a break in his polite veneer. "It's fine. You did a good job."

"Thanks," you say flatly.

Getou winces. It's small, just a flicker, but every sorcerer deals in the smallest of details. You don't know what he sees on your face, but at least it keeps him from apologizing.

Instead, he presses something into your hand. His fingertips linger on your palm.

"Here," he says. "I have some extra gum. It helps, sometimes."

You pause.

"Thank you," you say. "But um—I actually don't taste anything. That's not how my technique works."

He stills. His expression doesn't change, but suddenly he's closed off like a storm window, nothing leaking through. You hadn't noticed the soft glow of quiet, hungry vulnerability until it was gone.

"Oh," he says. "I just assumed. But gum is gum, y'know. I hear it's for everyone."

"Yeah," you say. "Can't argue with that."

His eyes crinkle with his smile.

The gum's cinnamon. Spiced and stinging.

The two of you walk back to the dorms together. That openness returns to his face—fainter than before, more of a guttering candle instead of a soft fireplace glow—as you talk. You can feel yourself unfurling, just a bit, an early spring flower starting to open. Your hands keep brushing, skin against skin. 

The bright burn of cinnamon lingers on your tongue for hours.

Haibara dies.

It's Nanami that carries him back.

You and Suguru meet him at the campus entrance. You have to convince him to let go of Haibara's body. He's held him so tight that he's bruised him, little purple nebulae smeared swirling across cold skin.

Nanami won't let you touch Haibara, so it's Suguru who takes the body, who lays it out on a gleaming metal table.

(You know Nanami is in shock. That he's shaken to the bone, cut to the quick, that his friend's blood is flaking from underneath his nails as it dries. But that he didn't even trust you to touch Haibara's body—

You consider slipping onto the autopsy table too.

Maybe you should let them cut your rib cage open, let them peel you apart like a clementine. Maybe they can find the maw inside of you that they're all so afraid of and seal it shut.)

You sleep in Suguru's room that night, pressed close on his shitty dorm bed. It's a twin, too small for both of you, but you think you'll lose yourself if you have any space to shake apart.

You dream of Haibara's bones cracking under your blunt teeth, the splintering marrow scoring your cheeks, stabbing through them. You eat your way through his sternum, his blood warm on your cheeks, dripping down your chin. Crunch down on his tendons, catch his muscle in your teeth. Strip his bones clean.

Suguru is soft with sleep when he shakes you awake. Moonlight plays over his skin like a lover. His hair is loose, drapes ebony over his shoulder, pools shadowy on the pillow. He presses his forehead against yours, breathes against your lips, takes in your air and makes it his own.

"I'm afraid I'll eat them, sometimes," you whisper.

"I know," he says, curling a big hand around your nape, cupping your skull. He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. "I know."

You think he's the only one who does.

Shoko, Suguru, and Gojo come to the exchange event in Kyoto.

(First years can't compete, but Yaga weighs the risk of leaving those three alone on campus and promptly brings them with you. They're young adults, but that doesn't outweigh the havoc that Gojo alone can wreak. Suguru pretends to be better, but that's all it is—pretend.)

It's just you and Akira for your year. There are four third years, too. Liabilities, really, but it doesn't matter.

You chew your way through Kyoto's students.

"Okay," Gojo says, peering at the swath of destruction you leave in your wake. "Not a garbage disposal. A blender, maybe."

He almost sounds impressed.

But it's Suguru you can't look away from.

Suguru and the composure that cloaks him, that rolls over him like morning mist as he congratulates you softly.

But his eyes give him away.

They're pitch dark. Vast and encompassing, endless like the outer reaches of space. Beautiful in the terrifying understanding in them.

He says nothing.

You kiss him under the massive camphor tree when you're back on campus, bleary with affection and the long drive back. He slips a hand to your nape. Cradles you close, his fingers pressing greedy into you.

Cinnamon burns fierce on your tongue.

Fushiguro Toji spins everything on its head.

He takes Suguru apart with terrible ease.

He kills Amanai. He kills Gojo.

Gojo doesn't stay dead.

Amanai does.

The scale starts to tip.

Suguru likes to take you apart with his long, pretty fingers. He's slow and teasing, dipping his fingertip just inside your hole, just enough for the stretch of it to ricochet up your spine and into your head, where it settles fuzzy and overwhelming. He smears your slick over your puffy cunt, thumbing at your clit to see you jolt with it. When he sinks his fingers deep, opens you around them, he watches your body swallow them with his pupils blown wide. He curls them up against your sweet spot until you're crying with it, fat tears beading crystalline on your lashes.

He tells you that you have a pretty cunt, that you're gripping his fingers like you can't bear to let go. That you're soaked. That he knows you'll be tight around him, that you'll take him so well.  

His cock is long and pretty, flushed red at the tip, glistening with precum. He drops his head into the crook of your neck as you wrap your fingers around the girth of it, as you stroke him slow and steady. His breath is hot and damp against your skin. There's color high in his cheeks, and he drags you into a kiss that's more a smear of your lips.

Suguru pushes into your cunt with a punched-out noise. The stretch of him sears through you, each slow inch knocking you breathless. He drinks down your moan, lets it pour down his throat like wine.

He makes space for himself inside of you. Murmurs your name like it's the only thing he's ever tasted. He's thick in you, heavy in you. He fills you.

You cup his cheek as he fucks into you, a hard drive of his hips that fractures into lightning under your skin. He twines his fingers through yours, pins your hand back above your head. His eyes glint obsidian in the low light. He pushes deep, his hips flexing. He grinds into you until you're gripping at his lean bicep to try and ground yourself.

He scrapes his teeth down the column of your throat, nips at your collarbone. You feel his lips forming words against the salt plane of your skin. They're lost in the wet sounds of his cock sliding slick into your cunt, but you think you know them anyway.

You wrap a leg around his hips and pull him in closer. Let him sink deeper.

For the first time in your life, swallowing someone up feels good.

He finds you a scant two weeks after you walk through the boneyard he made. You're hidden away in a quiet bookshop on the outskirts of Tokyo, tucked between cobalt blue shelves with books piled high in a system long forgotten. The claustrophobic press of the shelves is the only thing holding you together.

You look up, and he's there.

(You can still feel the faintest hint of his residuals inside you, lingering under your skin, pulsing in your veins. Of all the cursed energy you've eaten, his has always lingered longest.

His has always been the energy you keep.)

You think you can taste cinnamon, sharp on your tongue, a slice of cold fire.

He doesn't ask. He simply holds out a hand to you, palm up.

An altar and an offering alike.

You reach out and take his hand.

It's just Suguru.

It always has been.

[fanfictionatic]

Ritual

Part 10 of NanoWrimo hell

Pairing: demon!Johnny x reader

Description: You don’t mind helping your friends out with their party

Warnings: gore, death, slight v*re, oral sex, unedited work

You didn’t really believe in demons. They were fairytales as far as you were concerned. But that being said, you weren’t going to pass up going to this party and getting in on the extremely drunk demon summoning. It would be a fun time even if you were somewhat of a skeptic.

You even volunteered to be the ‘sacrifice’, not really caring too much about it as it would probably just be part of your friends messing with you. They even brought a trick knife and fake blood for you to symbolize what they wanted from the ceremony. The only part of this that wasn’t completely theatrical was the book and the symbols.

You laugh as you lay down on your back in the middle of the circle that was drawn out of blue sidewalk chalk on the pavement. Your friends were lighting candles while wearing robes from a cheap costume store, chanting some very strange words from the book and dancing around.

When the last word is finally spoken, you close your eyes and feel the fake knife poke at your chest harmlessly, playing your part and tearing open one of the blood packets to spill it everywhere.

Then, the entire circle around you starts to glow the same shade of coral blue it was drawn in. Wow, your friends really went to a lot of effort for this! Even they have shocked looks on their faces at how this is turning out!

Some of them even fake a panic, starting to run away from the scene as quickly as they can. You wonder briefly if you should join them, but you know your part is still playing the ‘sacrefice’ and you had to keep to it so you didn’t ruin the fun. Instead of running you pretend to die dramatically, even closing your eyes.

You feel someone flop down next to you. Maybe someone else was pretending to die dramatically too to make it scarier?

They scoot a little bit too close for your liking, but you try to stay still until you absolutely can’t hear anyway anymore. And it’s only then when you open your eyes and finally see the person next to you.

He had long blond hair poking out of a hat along with horns, wings, and a cute heart shaped tail. You laugh a little bit. The costume looked so real even if they had gotten one of the least intimidating people possible to play the ‘demon’.

You shake him lightly making him shift a little bit and giving you a glimpse of his razor sharp claws. He opens his eyes and they focus in on you. You aren’t sure what effects he’s using to make his eyes glow like that, but it looks really cool.

“I love your costume, but everyone’s gone now and we should probably follow them to wherever they went.”

He pauses for a moment but then nods, slowly moving to get back into a wheelchair he had probably pulled up the the circle. You stand up and give you arm a confused look. You swore you didn’t remember anyone drawing a star on your arm when your eyes were closed.

“Did you see where they went?”

“I know where they were planning to head after this. That’s probably where we can find them, come on.”

You start leading the strange man back to the party. It was weird that he hadn’t gotten the memo about the after party with the ritual, but it was fine now.

“So what’s your name?”

“Johnny.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad there’s someone else that wanted to do an over the top part of this like me. You make a pretty good demon and I make a pretty good sacrifice.”

He smirks and chuckles, nodding at your statement and staring at the star on your body.

“We do. More than you know.”

“I don’t get what this ritual was supposed to originally summon. Was this supposed to be some grand ritual for a powerful wish granting demon or whatever?”

“It was supposed to summon an imp familiar that would take the sacrifice’s soul as payment for serving them.”

You laugh and hold up your arm and waving the symbol around “I command you to get me a drink at the party when we get there!”

You see him roll his icy blue eyes that seem to glow more brightly than they did a moment ago. His costume really was pretty well done.

“Are we almost there? I’m starving.”

“Yeah. It should be right in that building. Feel free to grab some food when you get in.”

You see him smirk at you before he opens the door to the building.

“Is that an order?”

“You bet it is! Make sure you get enough to eat at this party.”

You walk in and go to use the bathroom and clean the fake blood off of you along with the dirt. As much as you had gotten into the whole ritual thing, you also weren’t really that willing to spend the rest of the party feeling gross and sticky.

You’re in there for a while with the water running, but you do manage to eventually get yourself cleaned off enough to go find Johnny and have a good time. Weirdly enough, everything seems quiet before you open the door. But when you open it and walk down the hallway, you suddenly know why.

There is blood and buts of organs covering the walls. Bodies of people you vaguely know are piled up on the ground with holes through their chests. You feel sick to your stomach at your the stench of iron in the room alone.

And in the middle of all of it is none other than Johnny himself, using those claws you saw before to rip into the chest cavity of the very person who had invited you here. You watch as he greedily pulls out a still beating heart and scampers off of the body, crawling over to you and grinning as he starts to bite into the organ and devour it.

You don’t really know how to react at this point. This whole time you had assumed that this was all part of the stupid ritual and they had just gotten really elaborate. But now it was obvious that the ritual had worked too well. It had been too real. An actual demon was never supposed to show up and make a deal with you.

“Whats the matter y/n? I thought you wanted me to make sure I got enough to eat.”

You start backing away towards the door as the creature stalks closer.

“T-this wasn’t what I wanted! They’re all dead! This-this ritual was a mistake! None of us actually thought we would summon you!”

He seems to move towards the door with almost blinding speed on the ground, practically purring as he clicks the lock shut and presses himself up against you.

“It doesn’t matter. Any deal made with the ritual is a valid one as long as the payment is given. You’ve already given me my first orders and now you owe me.”

“If…if the ritual actually did work…I order you to find another source of food!”

He nuzzled against your neck, his tail starting to tug at your waist and while he slipped his hands under your shirt.

“Fine. But there are only two other sources and one of them would require you to have the ability to harvest souls.”

You don’t like the sound of that, but you have to ask anyway.

“What’s the…other way I can feed you?”

He grazes his teeth over the skin, humming and pressing closer to you.

“You can give me some of your energy. Anything sexual should release it.”

“Wait, why should I feed you? You killed everyone here! You’re a monster!”

His hands are running themselves over your chest now. Almost as if he knows you will eventually say yes.

“I am, but the deal is still active. I can give you anything you want Y/N. Even if I’ve been demoted to being an imp, I still have more power than any human. I can get you money, fame, and other things you value.”

You’re about to reject his offer but you stop to think about it. On one hand he had killed your friends and tricked you, but on the other hand if what you were saying was true, you had already sold your soul to him regardless which he could take at any time.

And he was offering you enough power and money to live a happy life. To support your remaining friends who hadn’t gone to the party. Maybe even to help your other loved ones. With the leftover money you could also save it up for yourself.

And if you are being honest, Johnny isn’t bad looking. You were going to come find him and hang out with him anyway before you found out he was an actual demon. So there was a good chance the night would have ended up with the two of you in bed together regardless.

“Ok fine. But if you ever kill anyone again I’ll leave you to starve, my soul be damned. And you better be a good boy for me and make me cum.”

With this you start working off your shirt, giving Johnny’s roaming hands more caress to where they were going.

“You’re the one I made a pact with. I have to listen to you.” He shrugs and pulls your underwear and your pants down at the same time, leaving you exposed. You grind down on one of his legs, feeling yourself already getting aroused. Of course, you were close to it before.

Johnny starts trailing kisses down your neck, using his fingers to start playing with your parts. He clearly has to be careful because of the claws, but he’s ok at it.

He starts to go lower with the kissing and you can feel your face getting flushed, shuddering if the feeling you get when he does that to your sensitive skin.

Finally he gets low enough that he is beyond the parts his hands weren’t pleasuring you with. You could feel the movements of his tongue on you and you felt like your eyes were going to roll back into your head at his good it felt.

Something about the texture of his tongue felt like it was sending little shocks right to the deepest part of your core. In a sense though, maybe demons like him had evolved these kinds of things for better energy extraction when they fed.

“J-Johnny-…Ah!!!!”

You couldn’t control the excited sounds you were making. You had never felt anything like this before, not even with the best toys or fucks you could get your hands on. For a creature from hell, his tongue was really sending you to heaven right now.

You don’t know how long it takes you like that before you cum, but you know that you do when the feeling hits it high. You practically scream at the force of it, clamping your legs around the small demon.

You’re left a panting mess as Johnny eagerly laps up the fluids from you. Maybe that was what had the energy in it. Who really knew how demons worked?

“I…I can keep feed you regularly if it’s going to be like that every time.” You find yourself laughing. Because this has been one long day you never expected to have and there was so much that had happened.

“Good. Because I’m still hungry enough for more.”

[charmingyong]

Dangerous Silence - Teaser 1

Prologue | Teaser 2 | Released

Full Title: The Dangerous Silence of Your Lipstick

Genre: mafia leader!Taeyong x actress!reader, suspense, thriller, fluff, angst

Warnings: doppelganger, obsession, stalking, alcohol consumption, mention of drugs, swearing, shooting as in killing, firearm usage, character death, psycho, dealing/coping with traumatic news, kidnapping, one scene that looks like reader will be taken advantage of but isn’t

Word count: 20k+ projected

Characters: some members from NCT DREAM, 127, WAYV, U, and SUPERM

Plot: You were the most popular actress in South Korea while Taeyong was an infamous mafia leader in the underworld. The same Taeyong you didn’t know your life was already connected with. For a particular date, you went to a nightclub only for those with an elite status, not knowing that your life was going to change after. All because you came into the eyes of the one and only Lord.

A/N: Warnings are subjected to change depending on how the story wraps up. Prologue will be released April 7, and teaser 2 will be posted with confirmed date of release. There’s something I desperately wanna say... but I rather not spoil it. 

- ❀ -

Mark looked behind you. “Oh! Boss is here.”

Boss?

You swirled around to see who their boss was, your heart stopping when your eyes landed on a familiar red haired man entering the nightclub with numerous men in black behind him. He wore a black formal suit with a white-collar shirt beneath, a couple buttons undone revealing his honey smooth skin, and hands resting in his pockets to radiate a powerful aura. His hair was styled up, revealing a couple of silver earrings dangling from his left ear, sparkling under the dancing lights.

He strolled for the second floor, slowing his steps once his razor sharp eyes landed on you. His gaze burned into yours, holding a glint in them before shifting them to your lips. A small smirk formed upon seeing your coral lipstick. 

[diindjariin]

soft hands (din djarin x reader) - part i here

Rating: t+

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Idk what my deal is but, like past i, this one also has a dude being creepy. Says sexual stuff to reader but it isn’t super explicit.

Excerpt: You’re both sitting at the bar and you notice that the seats next to you and Mando are both empty, despite the place being particularly crowded. You notice the way people look, how they both stare openly and avoid the glint of his armor like the plague at the same time. It’s mesmerizing, the affect he has on others. It’s been months since you joined him and you feel you understand him quite well, especially with the breadcrumbs of his past he’s shared with you. At his core he’s kind, gentle; the sort of man who’d raise a family in the country and would never raise his voice to his wife. He’s bitterly sarcastic, and though he doesn’t speak to strangers much, he talks to you. This you chalk up to his way of life, which discourages friendships and puts focus on criminals and corpses. His past, his upbringing, stifles the man he is when he’s alone with you and the kid and forms a quiet, hard exoskeleton that looks a lot like Beskar armor.

A/N: If you thought part i was fluffy.......... strap in foundlings.

Life with the Mandalorian is… not what you expected.

 Granted, you didn’t have many expectations. Not real ones, anyway. You imagined the word danger followed him wherever he went and pictured evil around every corner, bounty hunters with blasters and arsonists like the ones who destroyed your home. You imagined yourself always on edge, looking behind your shoulder anytime you and the Mandalorian and the Child left the Razor Crest.

           This was true for the first week or so. Well, not the bounty hunters hiding around every corner. But the nervousness, the paranoia, remained. You’re not one to be afraid of ghosts, but the men who kidnapped you left behind a small haunting. Mando noticed, too.

           “What’s wrong?” He asks. The three of you sit at a table in the corner of a small restaurant on some backwater planet. You’d stopped for food and fuel and now the three of you sat together, Mando feeding the child soup while you ate your own. You’d assumed you’d be feeding the little one by the spoonful but Mando had taken the spoon right out of your hand, pushing your own soup towards you and nodding down at it. You smiled and ate on your own, but without the Child to distract you, you began to feel antsy again, your gaze shifting across the room slowly and deliberately.

           “What? Nothing,” you say in return, forcing your eyes to meet the slit in his visor. “Why?”

           “You keep looking around the room. Did somebody… do something?” He pauses before he asks his question and you feel as though he’s choosing his words carefully, leaving the question open-ended so you’ll be more forthcoming. He’s relaxed, left arm resting over the back of the booth. The child sits on his left side and with his right hand the Mandalorian feeds him. Now, though, the spoon rests loosely in his fingers and his attention is completely on you.

           “No, no, it’s just,” you shift your gaze and look down at the tabletop instead, “I guess I just want to be on guard, you know? For the kid. What if someone’s behind the trashcan, ready to hurt him as soon as one of us lets our guard down?” He doesn’t respond for some time so you raise your eyes to look at him again. The Mandalorian stares right at you, silent. You can only imagine what his expression says, behind the mask. He leans forward, arms folding across each other and elbows resting on the tabletop.

           “My guard is never down. Relax. Leave the protecting to me, okay?” You smile at that, shyly, cheeks tinting a pretty shade of coral.

           “O-okay,” you respond, reaching across the table to pat his hand, “I’ll remember that. But you should remember to do that as well. At least when we’re alone on the ship.” Mando nods once and uncrosses his arms, giving the Child his attention again and continuing to feed him. You make small chitchat with Mando while you eat and pet the Child’s ears. After about ten minutes you realize you haven’t checked the cantina. You stare at Mando instead.

 You take his advice.

 You let your guard down. Stop expecting enemies behind every door, danger in the shadows. You move with a looseness in your shoulders that you haven’t felt in years and let yourself appreciate the wonder that is this galaxy. He takes you to Nephele, where you see snow for the first time, and Sorgan, where trees and grass swayed in the warm breeze like flags. You let yourself relax, which is probably what gets you into this problem in the first place because –

           Because he told you to relax, and to enjoy yourself, on Sorgan at least. “Enjoy yourself,” he said when he declined your invitation to swim with a quiet shake of his head, “don’t let me slow you down.”

           So this is you… enjoying yourself. You’ve made a pitstop on Tatooine – you need repairs and money and Mando’s been here before. The Child is alone on the Razor Crest; usually you’d stay with him while he slept and Mando got work, but you’re feeling crowded. You’ve been stuck on the Razor Crest for two weeks and the Mandalorian can tell you’re feeling the need to stretch your legs because he feels it too. He suggests the Mos Eisley cantina; it’s a solid candidate for him to find work and it’s an excuse for you to stock back up on wine. But his initial request for work is unsuccessful and he said to loosen up so you… have some wine.

           You’re both sitting at the bar and you notice that the seats next to you and Mando are both empty, despite the place being particularly crowded. You notice the way people look, how they both stare openly and avoid the glint of his armor like the plague at the same time. It’s mesmerizing, the affect he has on others. It’s been months since you joined him and you feel you understand him quite well, especially with the breadcrumbs of his past he’s shared with you. At his core he’s kind, gentle; the sort of man who’d raise a family in the country and would never raise his voice to his wife. He’s bitterly sarcastic, and though he doesn’t speak to strangers much, he talks to you. This you chalk up to his way of life, which discourages friendships and puts focus on criminals and corpses. His past, his upbringing, stifles the man he is when he’s completely vulnerable and forms a quiet, hard exoskeleton that looks a lot like Beskar armor.

           You’ve watched him talk to the kid when he thought you’d fallen asleep in the passenger seat, stroke his ears and hand him the ball knob off one of the ship’s controls. You’ve watched him patiently explain to the Child that he can’t touch buttons he’s not supposed to, and to listen to me for once, okay? He splashed water in your hair on Sorgan and chuckled when you squealed, let you win at a thumb war, offered you a place to live when your kindness had lost you your home. There’s softness in him that makes your chest feel tight and your cheeks turn coral and you weep for the life that he could have had. He’s eternally grateful to the Mandalorians for taking him in and giving him a home but you wonder what he’d do with all this softness if he’d been allowed the simple pleasure of touch. You wonder what it does to a man when he’s never been called handsome before, never felt love echo through the thin skin of lips.

           “…? Did you hear me?”

           “What?”

           “I asked if you’re drunk,” says Mando and after months of living together you’ve categorized the minute differences in his tone of voice as facial expressions. His voice is deeper and slightly muffled which tells you he’s talking out the side of his mouth because he’s smirking at you.

           “Drunk? No. I just… spaced out there for a minute. I’m here. With you.” You add the last part because you feel it’s important that he knows that you know he’s here. He shakes his head slightly and looks away from you.

           “No more for you,” he says, holding his palm up in a gesture of no when the bartender raises the wine bottle and shakes it at you. He nods and returns it to the rack. You take his wrist in your hand and he stills, the muscles in his shoulders tensing up. You pull on his arm until he relaxes and allows you to put his hand in your lap. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice flat and neutral. You can tell the tone is purposeful.

           “I used to read fortunes for my friends from their palms,” you explain, curling your small fingers around his thick ones. “I read how to in a book years ago. I don’t really believe in it, but it’s fun. Can I try it on you?” His gaze is level with yours for several seconds without saying anything until he slowly inches his eyes down to where your hands are connected. He pulls his hand out of yours and the open smile you had before falters a bit, corners of your mouth tipping down. But he brings his gloved hand to the other and pulls on the tip of his index finger, squeezing the glove off his hand and returning it to yours. You smile so big you’re sure you look absolutely plastered.

           “Okay okay,” you say, pushing up your sleeves and delicately stroking your right index finger down his palm. He whole body shivers, which makes you do it again. “You have a deep life line, which tells me you’re going to live for a long time. Probably all that bounty hunter training,” you tell him, smirking. You look back down at his hand, turning it this way and that and humming to yourself. “Oh!” you exclaim, which makes him jump a bit, “that’s interesting.”

           “What?” he asks, leaning closer into your space.

           “Your head line is incredibly short; must be why you run into everything head-on instead of thinking before your actions. Your palm says you lack smarts.” The smirk you send his way is villainous. You stare into the “T” of his visor and add, “Your element seems to be water, but I see you more as a fire type, myself.” By now there’s almost no space separating the two of you and you aren’t even looking at his palm anymore, thumb slowly drawing circles over the soft skin. You’re sure that if he wasn’t wearing his helmet, your noses would be close to touching. “But I’ve saved the most important one for last.”

           “Which is?” he asks. The words are flippant but his voice is husky and thick. It makes you swallow hard.

           “Love line. I don’t even have to look at it to know it’s long and deep. Anyone who sees you with the kid would see that.” And then you do something that can only be explained through liquid courage; you bring his hand up to your lips and press a soft kiss to his knuckles. His whole body jerks like a livewire and you smile at him innocently. The only message you’re trying to send with the act is genuine affection and you’re sure he hasn’t experienced that since he was a boy because he’s so caught off guard.

           He says nothing, but a soft, strangled noise ripples from inside the helmet.

           And then he’s standing on weak legs and insisting he needs to use the refresher, disappearing so quickly that you blink and feel a bit of whiplash. You watch him retreat to the back of the cantina and disappear behind a wall and it’s only when he’s gone from your sight that you feel your heart beating stronger than usual. You signal the bartender over and ask for a glass of water when you feel your head spin a bit.

           “A Mandalorian, huh? Didn’t know they had girlfriends,” says a voice behind you. You turn and find a man with a glass in one hand and a cigarra in the other.

           “Oh, I’m not his girlfriend,” you say quickly, and though the words are true they seem wrong somehow. A man in a bar inquiring about your relationship status shouldn’t be given such an opening when Mando is so important to you.

           “My apologies Miss,” he says, eyes raking up and down your entire figure. You squirm a bit under his gaze. “I heard your… bodyguard inquiring about work earlier. I can’t offer him anything, but if you’d be interested, there’s a few tricks you could do with your mouth that I’d be willing to pay a hefty price for.” Your mouth drops open so fast that your lips make a smacking noise when parted. Did he just say… You have no idea how to respond. When you’d worked in a similar establishment back on your home world, you didn’t really get customers like him. Mostly just the same people day in and day out, drinking away their problems. Never had a man been so blatantly disrespectful to you in your entire life that you gape like a fish rather than respond. Then your gaze flicks upwards and you see the one person you both simultaneously want to intervene and hope didn’t hear a single thing that came out of that man’s mouth.

           “What did you say?” Asks the Mandalorian. The man slowly turns from you to Mando and shrugs, raising his hands up in defense.

           “Nothing, nothing,” the man says, backing up slowly. Despite trying to make a retreat he doesn’t look scared of Mando in the slightest. You think that’s a mistake.

           “That’s what I thought,” Mando says, throwing some credits on the bar top and offering you his hand. You take it and use the stability of his body to shimmy your weight off the barstool. Stumbling a bit and landing directly into his arms. His right hand instinctively circles around the back of your head and brushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

           “Didn’t think Mandalorian’s kept prostitutes,” the man says flippantly, shrugging his shoulders and letting his hands rest at his sides. “But I suppose you learn something new every day. Did you buy her here? I’ve never seen a woman this beautiful owned by a Hutt –” That seems to be the last straw for the Mandalorian, because he pulls his fist back and punches the man right in the jaw. He goes down hard, face red when Mando hit him and you’re a lot more sober now than you were a minute ago. Mando doesn’t wait for the man to get up and have a proper fight, grabbing you by the upper arm and dragging you out of the cantina instead. His face is grueling and your legs, much shorter than his, struggle to keep up. The lines of his shoulders are rigid and you can tell he’s pissed.

           “Mando,” you say softly, “slow down.” He doesn’t. You squirm a little but his grim just tightens. “Hey, you’re hurting me,” you say even softer and immediately he releases you as if he’s been burned, stopping in his tracks and turning back to you.

           “I’m sorry,” he says gently. You smile tightly and say,

           “It’s okay.” The two of you stand in the sand, breathing heavily, staring at each other. Finally you say, “I’m… sorry.”

           “What for?” He asks, sounding genuinely confused. Your brows furrow together and you respond,

           “For… the guy. You know.” He helmet tilts to the side in thought.

           “Why are you apologizing? Guy was a creep. I shouldn’t have left you alone,” he says, hands resting gently on his hips.

           “I shouldn’t have let my guard down,” you say, voice holding an air of disappointment in yourself. Mando shakes his head and rests his hand on your shoulder.

           “What did I tell you? Leave your guard down when you’re with me. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have walked off after you’d had a few.”

           “What, am I to follow you into the ‘fresher now?” You ask, letting a hint of teasing into your voice. Now that the immediate threat was over you were dying to have sarcastic Mando back. He lets out a sharp huff from under his helmet and you know he’s smirking.

           “If that’s what it comes to,” he says the words on a sigh, no real threat behind them, but the worry is real. You shake your head and feel your cheeks heating up, as has grown to be a custom when around him.

           “Maybe I should… carry a blaster around. I know I keep one on the ship when you’re gone but maybe I should actually have one. You taught me to shoot on Sorgan. I wasn’t too bad.” He nods his head in agreement. Footsteps come from behind and you whip around to see a man from the cantina who’d sat on the opposite end of the bar jogging over to the two of you.

           “I heard you need work,” the man cried as he got closer. With his right hand, Mando pulls his blaster from its holster and points it at the man. With his left, he pulls you behind him.

           “You try anything and I drop you,” Mando says. The man raises his arms in a placating manner and shakes his head vigorously,

           “No, stars, I’m a bounty hunter. I need help with my first puck. We can work together; you keep the reward if I get the glory. Deal?” The Mandalorian thinks about it, turns to look back at you. You nod at him.

           “Meet me at hanger three-five in half an hour,” says the Mandalorian, “and bring speeder bikes.” The kid nods and disappears. You and Mando share a look.

           “We should get back to the ship; the kid’s probably awake by now and in need of affection. I’ll stay with him while you go make us some money.” The Mandalorian nods and begins walking back, knowing you’ll follow without hesitation. It’s nice to know about that security, comforting. When he turns to look, you’re jogging to keep up with his strides. He smiles, something he does a lot more often since you’ve come into his life, and walks.

[stardust-and-snickerdoodles]

Baby Blue

fandom: Daredevil

pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

summary: You have chromesthesia, a form of synesthesia in which you experience sounds as colors. Lately, everything has been colorless. That is, until one vigilante comes to your aid.

warnings: depression, self-harm, referenced suicide attempt

word count: 1824

You wrap your arms around your torso tighter as you try to fight away the cold chilling your skin. The rain pelts against you in icy sheets and splashes to the pavement in a cacophonous symphony of droplets. You feel cold.

Not just physically, but emotionally. Your mind has given up on the idea that things would get better.

You don’t know why you are so cold. Physically, it is obvious. No jacket, no umbrella. You’d left your apartment hours ago. That was before it had started raining and before the sun had set in a blaze of red-orange on the horizon. You hadn’t thought of the possibility that you might be out for a while. Now it seemed only logical. Why would you want to go back there? Back where the tear-stained tissues littered the floor of your bedroom like trash on the beach, blue and black. Back where the blade still lay on the counter, orange and black. Back where the sink still carried traces of your self-torture, all red and hurt and pain and black. Everything was black. Everywhere, black. Black. Black.

It used to be all different colors. Mom’s voice was green, but not grass green; no, mama was pine tree green. Dad’s laugh was pink, even when he didn’t like to hear it. The sizzling of bacon each morning was yellow. The wind through the trees on the farm back at your real home, that was all misty grey and foggy white.

You hold your arms a little closer to your chest, as if just the thought of the wind will blow all your broken pieces away. The rain is orange and black. Black. Everything is black now.

You pick up your chin a bit as you pass by a bar, full to nearly capacity with bikers and businessmen alike; hell, probably some murderers too. A few weeks ago, it would have been a rainbow, but everything is black now.

You feel cold again, in your mind. The noise and color of the bar fade and you look up at the rooftops as you pass by them. Each one the exact same, all black. Until…

There’s a figure crouching down on one of the roofs; you can hear how to wind breaks around the silhouette. There’s a little baby blue amid all the black. Just the sight of it makes you feel a little warmer. You pause in your tracks, the rain still hitting your bare arms and bouncing to the sidewalk. The figure, although completely still, seems to freeze even more as you look up. Then, there is the slightest tilt of a head and you can make out the silhouette of a pair of horns.

You’ve barely let out a gasp when the figure disappears. You wonder if you’re hallucinating (wouldn’t doubt it; how long has it been since you last slept?) and continue walking down the sidewalk.

Not two steps later and a firm hand lands on your shoulder. You don’t scream or make any indication that you are scared, lest this stranger be holding a knife to your back.

“I don’t have any money,” you start, keeping your voice steady even with your heart pounding in your ears, “and if you’re looking for a good time, I can promise you, you’re going to want someone else.”

“I don’t want either of those things,” a deep, baby blue voice answers you above the sound of the rain.

You whirl around to face the man, trying to hide the pain you still feel inside with a look of astonishment. “Well I’ll be damned,” you murmur, keeping up with the “omg it’s Daredevil wow omg like woah” act.

The devil stares down at you (curse you, short genes!) and tilts his head as if he’s listening for something. “Are you alright?” he says finally, placing his hand back on your shoulder.

You shrug it off quickly, not wanting to get too attached to the warmth it gives you. The world goes to black again. “Fine,” you respond, your voice even, having grown used to the question.

The devil tips his head again and his lip quivers for just a moment. A drop of rain rolls down to the corner of his mouth. “Do you want to talk about it?” he says quietly.

The baby blue words catch you by surprise.

“Um, no,” you stammer, swallowing thickly. “Thank you though.” You try to tear your shoulder from his grip but he holds fast.

“I just want to help,” the devil murmurs, just loud enough over the rain. “I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

You look up at him, not quite meeting his eyes under the mask, but looking at the raindrops collecting on the fabric on his cheek.

The sound of the bar drifts back to your ears: a glass shattering, a pause in the music, a fist making hard contact with a jaw. You flinch a little. The sounds are all black.

The devil notices your subtle movement and squeezes your shoulder gently. “I know a place we can talk. Away from all this noise.”

His gloved hand slips down your arm to grasp your own hand. He turns and goes to lead you toward the fire escape of the building you saw him on moments before. After a moment’s hesitation, you follow him. His hand is warm, even through the gloves and the rain.

*

The two of you sit on the edge of the rooftop, your legs dangling over the side. The rain has picked up a bit now, accompanied every now and then by a streak of lightning and a crash of thunder. The world is so black.

You don’t say anything. The devil seems to be waiting for you, though, so eventually, you start to speak. “Why do you want to help me?” is all you can think to say. You stare down at the sidewalk as you wait for an answer. You’re not very far from the ground, but there’s something about all of the blackness that makes it seem as though you’re miles away.

“I could sense that you were troubled,” the devil replies, looking past your face and out to the horizon. He chuckles, not baby blue but more ocean-like. “Call it a sixth sense.”

You return with a short laugh. “I have one of those too.”

He tilts his head, intrigued. “Really?”

You nod. “Yeah, I guess you could call it that. It’s called chromesthesia. Basically, whenever I hear something, I see it as a color.”

The devil is silent for a moment. Thunder crashes in the distance. You find yourself staring at the seam where his mask ends and meets his cheek. What color are his eyes? Are they baby blue too?

“What color is the rain?” He whispers suddenly.

The question takes you by surprise. Usually, people want to know what color their voice is. “Different types are different colors. Drizzle is hot orange. Thunderstorms are coral.”

“Sounds like a beautiful world.”

“Not anymore.” The words slip out before you can stop yourself.

The devil tilts his head. “Oh?”

You hesitate. Shit. “Never mind,” you rush as you scramble away from the edge of the building, trying to get a footing on the slick roofing. You stand quickly, turning to climb down the fire escape and run home, away from his baby blue voice and all of the hurt. But at home there’s the tissues and the razor blades and the stained sink and suddenly you don’t fancy going home either. A streak of lightning splits the sky into two darkened halves.

You feel your heart hesitate in your chest. Rain makes steady streams down your cheeks. The thought of jumping from the roof occurs to you.

Your back is turned from the devil and you can’t hear him coming up behind you over all the rain and black. His hand lands gently on your shoulder and you flinch. “Hey,” his baby blue voice is soft, not pushy. “I understand.”

It’s not the first time you’ve heard those words. Usually people don’t really mean it. They just want to make you feel better. But there’s something in the way he says it. How his voice is like baby blankets and the ocean at dawn and the afternoon sky, and for some reason it makes you truly believe him. And a little bit of the black fades away.

Then there’s warm water running down your face and this time it’s not the rain and maybe, just maybe, he does understand. Because why else would he be baby blue amid all the black?

Suddenly you’re falling backwards but it’s not into open air, it’s into open arms. The devil wraps his arms around you, pushing away all the black as he murmurs baby blue words of comfort. And you’re sobbing and you’d be embarrassed but it’s so nice to finally have some color back that you don’t even care. He spins you around so that your cheek is pressed to his chest. The leather is cold and unfeeling but just the thought that there’s a heart beating under there somewhere makes you feel better.

“I understand,” the devil says again, and he runs his gloved hands through your tangled, dripping wet hair. You let out another sob, gasping for breath. “Shh, it’s alright,” he murmurs. “I’m here. You’re safe. Can we breathe together?”

You nod and choke out a small grunt in reply, pressing further into his chest.

“Alright. We’re going to breathe in for 3, hold for 3, and breathe out for 3, 3 times.”

He takes you through the breathing exercise with his soft baby blue voice. With each breath, you feel his chest rising and falling in time with your own. The thunder crashes around you but you ignore it. After 3 cycles, he pulls back from the hug a bit to check on you.

“Better?” he murmurs, one gloved hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

You look up into the red-tinted glass covering his eyes and tilt your head. “Yes,” you whisper.

His lips curve up ever so slightly into a sympathetic smile. “Good. I’m glad I could help.”

You look out onto the city. The black is fading away, being replaced by the coral of the rain, the mustard yellow of the subway trains, the misty grey of the wind through alleyways. You choke down another sob as the colors appear in brilliance.

“Hey now,” the devil says, rubbing your arm. “I thought you were good?”

You nod hurriedly and look back up at him. “It’s not all black anymore.” The words are barely a whisper but the devil seems to hear them anyway.

“I’m glad,” he returns with another small smile. He pulls you back into his embrace again.

You let your eyes slip closed against the rain. A crash of coral thunder invades the darkness. You smile. “Thanks, Blue.”

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

FIGHTIN’ MAD!

[ EXCERPTS from Marvel’s Wolverine: Inside the World of the Living Weapon text. ]

With his unique combination of brute strength and training, Wolverine is the perfect fighting machine.

He punches with the power of a freight train.  His body is always at the peak of human perfection.  And he has a near limitless internal catalog of learned martial arts techniques to pick and choose from.  Even without his enhanced senses and razor sharp claws, Wolverine can best most any opponent foolish enough to face him.  But when combined with his feral nature, instinctive predatory abilities, healing factor and adamantium-laced bones, Wolverine is an almost unstoppable threat.

     In an attempt to keep his berserker animalistic nature in check, Wolverine has traveled all over the globe mastering civilized fighting styles.  Besides the training he underwent in order to become a member of the CIA and Canadian military, Wolverine has studied under a variety of masters in a variety of countries.  In Japan, he studied under Ogun, a master who had no peer in his day.  Wolverine also journeyed to Jasmine Falls in order to study under Bando Suboro, and later had his anger forged into a tangible weapon by the fabled immortal known as Muramasa.

     Through the years, wit h the help of other instructors, Wolverine built upon the techniques he acquired from these masters.  He perfected his fighting styles training with the mercenary Cyber and in various military institutions.  With the vast bank of martial arts knowledge to draw from, combined with his considerable experience in battle and his training beside Professor Charles Xavier and his mutant teammates in the X-Men, Wolverine is a master of virtually every fighting style known to man or mutant.

SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH.

     Besides being a natural born brawler, Wolverine was also blessed with aa degree of superhuman strength alongside his other mutant abilities.  When his skeleton was bonded with unbreakable adamantium by the clandestine Weapon X project, his inherent power was increased as well, with reinforced bones that added about 100 lbs to his already hefty small frame.  Wolverine’s powerful blows are capable of giving even Marvel’s mightiest heavyweights, such as the Incredible Hulk and Colossus, a moment’s pause.

ALWAYS ON TOP! 5 of WOLVERINE’S UNBELIEVABLE BATTLES!

Despite being unable to breath underwater, Wolverine once faced down the aquatic villain Tige Shark, and narrowly avoided drowning when his claws became embedded in a coral reef.  He later bested the villain in a fierce battle in a helicopter, knocing TIger Shark into the water below and into the jaws of the villain’s hungry namesake.

While in China, Wolverine found hiself locked in combat with the mysterious White Shadow and Black Shadow, seemingly indestructible energy creatures.  Tracking the mystical enigmas back to their lair, Wolverine was finally able to defeat those untouchable manifestations by destroying their host body.

On a mission to destroy the high priest of the secret criminal organization called the Hand, Logan fought his way through hundreds upon hundreds of expert ninjas in search of the villain known as Gorgon. He also had help from his old friend and brilliant artial artist in her own right, Elektra.

While being pursued by a near-unbeatable combination of mind controlled versions of his former X-Men allies, Phoenix, Rogue and Psylocke, as well as martial artists Jessica Drew, Yukio and Tyger Tiger, Wolverine defeated his brainwashed friends and his own feral rage with the help of former sidekicks Jubilee and Shadowcat.

In Belgium during World War I, as he fought for the Canadian cause, Wolverine encountered Lazaer, also known as Azrael, the angel of death himself.  Undaunted by his supernatural opponent, Logan seemingly killed the foe by impaling him through the chest with his own sword.

[nerdy-bookworm-1998]

Heart of the Ocean part 6

Pairing: Mer!Bucky Barnes x Selkie!Steve Rogers x Reader Words: 965 Warnings: Violence, guns, death A/N: If you want to be tagged in future chapters/works, feel free to send me an ask. Please leave feedback/reblogs. If you liked this please consider donating to my Ko-Fi or Patreon, links are available in my bio.

Steve and Bucky swam leisurely to the reef where they had agreed to meet with their friends, even taking the time to hunt a little. Although they didn't like being away from y/n, they reveled in being back in the water. By the time they reach their meetup spot Sam and Natasha are already there, tossing a kelp ball between them.

Natasha had a tail as vibrant as her red hair, the only difference is her tail had had flecks of gold interspersed between the red, while Sam's tail was blue-gray with flecks of green. Both of them smiled widely upon seeing the pair approaching and went to meet them, exchanging hugs before going back to their game, now with two more players.

It felt good to catch up. Especially since they hadn't seen their old pod mates since Nat had given birth to an adorable little boy two years ago.

Steve and Bucky were smiling and laughing the way they always did, but Natasha, ever observant, could see that they weren't the same and called them out on it. "Alright, what's going on? You look as if half your hearts aren't here," she says as they perch on some soft moss covering coral.

"We found our mate," Bucky says simply as if it's obvious.

"That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you guys! Where are they?" Sam asks, eager to meet his friends' mate.

"She's at home," Bucky says evasively, refusing to meet his friends' eyes.

"She's a human, isn't she?" Nat asks, her eyes narrowed slightly as she calculates all the differences in Bucky and Steve, right down to how they seem more tanned than when she last saw them.

"So what if she is?" Steve bites out defensively, flashing his teeth, they may not be as sharp as Bucky's but they could still do some damage.

"Hey, we aren't judging you. As long as she makes you happy then we're happy for you," Sam jumps in quickly to diffuse the swiftly mounting tension between the group. "So, what's her name?" he asks with a mischievous grin and eyebrow wiggle.

Steve and Bucky visibly melt at the thought of their girl, even if she didn't know she is. "Her name is y/n, and she is...amazing," Bucky sighs out as he and Steve proceed to talk about y/n and her work with marine life.

The light in the reef fades as the sun sets above the waves. Steve and Bucky make plans to meet up with Sam and Nat again soon, promising to bring y/n along to meet them before setting off back to y/n's island. They decide to make a quick stop at an old shipwreck to pick up a few gifts for their girl.

They had just decided on a small treasure chest when a sense of dread crept up their spines. They knew immediately that something was wrong and set off as fast as they could toward home.

When they reached the dock they saw the bottom level of the house was illuminated and straining their ears they could make out a faint scream that was undoubtedly y/n. They turned to their human forms as fast as they could before taking off to the house.

Y/N stood frozen as Brock slowly advanced, pulling a handgun from inside his coat. "You were supposed to go down with the boat, I made sure of that! How the hell did you survive?! It doesn't matter, you won't live to see the next sunrise," Brock sneers nastily as he pulls off the safety.

The click makes jolts y/n back to reality and she ducks just in time for the bullet to hit the wall where her head had been moments before. She lets out a scream, running from the room and slamming the door behind her. She makes a beeline for her bedroom, thinking of the gun she kept in the safe.

Halfway up the stairs, Brock catches up by grabbing her by the ankle. He drags her back down and tosses her across the room, her head cracking against the metal and glass coffee table. She is disoriented enough that she does not notice Brock approaching until he is crouched in front of her, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to look him in the eye.

"You know, this could all have been avoided if only you had accepted Pierce's offer. Maybe we could have worked out, if only you weren't such a stubborn bitch with a morality complex," he heaves a sigh, shaking his head as if she had disappointed him. "Oh well, you can't have everything in life. Any last words before I put a bullet in your brain?"

"Go to hell," she spits in his face.

Before he can react, a dark shape hurtles over the couch behind y/n and tackles Brock to the floor. It's Bucky, his eyes gone pitch-black and baring his razor-sharp teeth. Steve runs to her side, a feral expression she had never seen adorning his face as he plants himself in front of her.

"WHA-", whatever Brock was going to say is silenced into a soft gurgling noise before his body drops to the ground. Once they are sure he is dead Steve and Bucky round on y/n, their eyes back to normal, as they envelop her in a warm hug while she sobs into their necks.

The passage of time is meaningless to them. They only know that their girl falls asleep as the sky outside begins to lighten in preparation of a new day. They gently pick her up and carry her to her bed, tucking her under the covers between them. They can deal with the body later, right now the only thing they care about is taking care of their mate.

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