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violetsiren90 · 1 year ago

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What the Moon Saw

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader

Genre: One-shot; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; young love; summer nights, angst/fluff/smut

Summary: Having been with each other through thick and thin, you and your childhood friend, Yoongi, realize that nobody knows how to say goodbye.

Listen to: "Nobody Knows" by The Lumineers

Drabbles: Stolen Tides; Beacons Ashore; The Lighthouse Keeper; Under the Hunter's Moon

Content Warnings: 18+ (minors dni); allusions to domestic abuse; divorce of parents; cigarette smoking; infidelity (not between main couple); kissing; hickeys; making out; hand jobs; oral sex (female receiving); loss of virginity (female); moments of body insecurity; unprotected sex; cumming inside; cockwarming; characters are ADULTS at the time of their sexual encounter; LOTS of emotions

Author's note: I moved. Like, a block away from the beach, and the views and the vibes have me ALL up in my feels. I wrote this in two nights and then sat on it. I wasn't sure if I was going to post it or just keep it in my heart because parts of it are so personal to me. BUT, here it is. I want to give inspiration credit to @orchidyoonkook , because I will never ever be able to write young love or Yoongi without being influenced by the beauty that is Under the Willow Tree. 💕 If anyone chooses to read this little love story of mine, I hope it brings you something wholesome!

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

You inhaled deeply, taking the salty air into your lungs as you gazed out over the cliff side and across the rippling blue that stretched on and on until it met the soft pink glow of the horizon. Your eyes tracked the tide lapping at the smooth sands. You slipped off your heels to meet the cool pavement, but you could feel it already - the soft golden grains molding to meet your steps. These shores hadn't borne your footprints in over a decade, but here you were, drawn back again by the hypnotic crash of the sea and the lonely call of the gulls. It felt as though you had never left. You leaned over the railing of the rickety staircase that wove its way down the cliff side into the sand and scree. Your gaze trailed down the steps, one by one, until you saw it, jutting out halfway down: the lip of a ledge in the rock face. Your breath caught in your chest. Old, familiar feelings of a time gone by washed over you. The years rolled back like clouds from the sun in the western sky.

You were nineteen.

You shivered, drawing your knees up and hugging them to you as sat on the thick woolen blanket you had laid over the cool stone of the ledge. Even on a summer night like this, you should have worn something more practical. But you had worn your cotton sundress with the cherries. He had once told you that you looked like the main character in that dress, and it had been your favorite ever since.

You watched the moon dance on the dark water and thought about all it had seen. It had been watching the little alcove from the beginning. It had seen you the summer after your first year of middle school, wrapped in a blanket with book between your hands, as you took refuge from the emotional turmoil that shook your house nearly every night leading up to your parents' divorce. It had seen the boy one night, wandering the beach with a cigarette and busted lip, trying to smoke away the tears in his eyes. It had seen the boy climb the stairs, only to discover his favorite hiding place was already harboring another runaway. It had seen you look at him - skinny limbs in a jacket and ripped jeans not lanky on his small frame, tussled dark hair, round face, little bleeding pouted lips, dark sharp eyes wide with surprise - and consider that he was likely the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. It had seen him offer you a cigarette which you refused. It had seen him ask you for a light, which you didn't have. And then it had seen you become friends. Best friends. It had watched you become all that the other truly had in the small, beautiful, painful world of a child. And now it would watch him amble up the beach one last time to find you there.

Yoongi. He had been so upset when you told him that you were leaving for college, but he had tried his best not to show it. He was always like that, keeping things deep inside. You had to wait and watch and listen and coax them out. You could always find the right time to do it, when he felt safe to let you. Most nights, though, it was you pouring out every little thing in your heart. Yoongi loved it when you did that. He would listen with the softest little smile and warm eyes, creasing in the corners, as he watched your hands move with as much animation as your voice when you spoke. His nearly-silent breathy laugh would come like a breeze off the sea and waft around you, lifting your spirits and cleansing your soul. His rare, full smile spreading in breathtaking beauty over his face, pulling his upper lip away from his gums. There were the good times, and the bad ones. On hard nights you would hold each other in silence, letting the beat of the other's heart and the steady undulation of the tide carry you through to the dawn.

You remembered the first time you had awakened in his arms after such a night. The light had just started to stream over the tops of the cliffs, painting the water in rose gold. You had shivered, feeling the dampness of the cool salty air in your hair. And then you had looked up and seen him there, holding you, still fast asleep. His face was angelic, little pink lips just parted, chest rising and falling with the swell of his breath, and you swore you could endure anything life threw at you if the first thing you saw each day were his dark lashes resting gently on the apples of his cheeks. Yoongi had finally stirred and blinked down at you, just gazing silently - the little warm smile in his eyes rather than on his lips. In that moment, something had changed. In the weeks that followed, you thought you had never felt so many things at once.

You felt giddy. You felt a little sick. You felt like you could fly.

You were in love.

You were in love and you had very nearly worked up the courage to do something about it when you saw it - that horrid little purple bruise right below his ear. You had asked him if his father had done it and he had been confused at first. But when you brushed your fingers so softly over the mark, his eyes had widened and he had recoiled, pulling up the collar of his jacket to obscure it from your view. He had insisted that he was fine and not to worry. But worry you did, all the way up to the day you realized what the little bruise really was. Then your worry morphed into something different. You felt sick again, but this time it felt like a burden. You had chided yourself for being so stupid. He was beautiful and sixteen, of course he was involved with girls - girls that weren't you. Your heart broke. You pieced it back together with the succor of his friendship, and, soon, you started seeing other boys too. But you never let them give you purple bruises. You didn't want them from their lips.

As the seasons went by, you remained tethered to one another. Regardless of friends or suitors who would come and go, you knew each other in a way that no one else could. A way that didn't require words. Laughter bubbled up without effort or restraint. Fights ended in tears and forehead kisses and never lasted more than a few moments. Never past parting. Until one day a few weeks ago when he had told you that a boy you were going with was seeing another girl. Yoongi had never liked your boyfriend, and so you had reacted badly, gotten defensive and let yourself be angry with him for telling you. You had snapped at him to mind his own business. When he had insisted that you were his business you had said no you weren't, not in that way. He had gone quiet. So quiet. And then he had left. And he hadn't come the next night. Or the night after that.

You were so angry and anxious, and you told yourself you wouldn't wait for him another night, so you stayed home for the rest of the week. Then, on the third night away, you had tucked yourself into bed only to imagine Yoongi waiting for you, alone in the darkness. You had whipped off your covers and gone to find him in your pajamas. When he had seen you he had jumped up, throwing his cigarette aside, and crushed you in his arms. He had hugged you from the other side of the railing, not even waiting for you to climb over, then lifted you to stand before him on the ledge where he had enveloped you in his arms again. You had tried to apologize, but he wouldn't let you. And then you told him what you had been dreading to tell him all summer: you were leaving. He hadn't reacted. He had just held you in silence. But there was something different in him now, something that had his eyes trained immovably on the horizon. Something that wouldn't let him look at you. Something that distracted him from all you had to say as his thumbs brushed softly over your arms. He had looked at you so strangely before you had parted that night.

Now you were meeting one last time before you would watch the little coastal town and all its hurts disappear in your rearview mirror. You needed a second chance and this scholarship might be your only shot. Your reverie broke as you noticed a figure shuffling down the waterline in the bright light of the waxing gibbous. The figure sprung nimbly, with practiced steps, up the stairs, and lightly vaulted the rail, landing with a soft thud, catlike, a few feet from where you sat. He stepped forward, standing over you as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. He was wearing tight khakis, white tennis shoes, and a plain white tee under his green military jacket. With a smoke tucked behind his ear and that little smirk on his lips, you thought he might be cooler than Steve McQueen.

"Got a light?" he asked coolly, shoving the pack of Marlboros back in his pocket. You rolled your eyes.

"Of course not, Yoongi. And why on earth do you always ask me that when you've got one anyway?"

Yoongi smiled to himself as he brought a lighter to the little yellow-tipped cylinder between his lips. It was a secret kind of smile, the kind that made you want to snatch the cigarette from between his teeth. But tonight wasn't for fighting, even the bickering kind. He eased himself down beside you with his signature careful grace. You sat in silence, gaze trained out over the water. While you were looking elsewhere, he relaxed, and you tracked his movements in your peripheral vision. You would do this sometimes, especially when he was particularly guarded. He had always been bad at eye contact, but if you gave him a little space he would let down his walls, and you could read him like a book. Just now, he had let his gaze settle on you. Smoke hissed through his lips, his mouth hanging open just a little in that way it did when he was lost to his thoughts. His eyes roved over you in a way that made you mouth go dry. You swallowed. He suddenly shifted his gaze, coughing a bit.

"I like this dress," he offered, like an apology.

"I know," you murmured with a smile.

"Yeah?" he questioned, brow furrowing, as he took another drag. He was quiet for a beat before pressing out another question. "Paul headed out east too?"

"I broke up with him," came your answer, but without a smile this time.

"Yeah?"

"Oh come on, Yoongi," you bit out, "You knew that was going to happen. That's why you told me!"

His jaw ticked ever so slightly.

"You know that's not true. He was cheating on you. I couldn't let you be in the dark about it - get hurt by another one of these assholes who don't deserve your time in the first place."

You sighed, frustration rising unbidden again as Yoongi casually hurtled the unspoken walls you had erected to make things easier.

"What I deserve is my business. I don't go chastising you for letting random bitches suck on your neck and god knows what else so that you don't feel lonely."

The remark had been soft but laced with venom, and you had regretted breaching your own resolve against negativity the moment the words had spilled from your lips.

"Random..." He stared at you intently, surprise and confusion mingling with another indiscernible expression in his eyes as they traced over your features. You were trying to think of a way, any way, to salvage the conversation when he huffed out a laugh.

"You did know what it was!"

"What?"

"That hickey you asked about sophomore year."

Your stomach flipped.

"How do you even remember that?" You blustered in incredulity.

"How do you?"

He was staring at you knowingly with those achingly beautiful dark eyes that always saw you. It was one of the things you loved most about him. But right now it was terrifying. Right now you wanted to escape, only, there was nowhere to go. So for a moment, just a moment, you didn't hide anymore.

"Because," you swallowed, trailing your eyes back up to his, your voice shaking a bit as you whispered, "I remember everything."

A beat. Two. You didn't make a disarming jest, or a hurried qualification. You didn't even blink. In a flash as quick and heavy as a summer storm, years of yearning filled your eyes like intangible tears, holding his face in your gaze before casting it back out over the sea. Yoongi had froze where he sat, eyes trained immovably on you before he suddenly stood, tossing his cigarette and cursing as he took a step toward the edge, weaving his fingers through his hair.

"What?" you asked, almost defensively.

He didn't turn around, but you could hear the emotion in his voice, his head bowed as he wrestled with the words.

"Nah, that's not fair. You're leaving...You're leaving and you're gonna make it even...even harder right now?"

Turns out you weren't the only one who had been building walls with invisible bricks. You jumped to your feet.

"Oh, so this is my fault? You've been telling me my whole life to get out! You convinced me to apply to the Ivy Leagues! You spent the last weeks pushing me away! I don't understand what you want from me, Yoongi!"

He turned toward you, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes on the ground.

"A clean break," he said lowly, "Not from you...for you. I just wanted you to run, no guilt no pain, and not look back."

You felt a lump rise in your throat as you shook your head.

"That's not how it works though. I was always going to look back. Whenever I was frightened or lost or uncertain. Whenever I woke up in the morning or closed my eyes to sleep, or laughed, or...or felt so much joy I didn't know what to do with it. I was always going to look back, Yoongi," You took a deep breath, "I was going to look for you."

Hot tears slipped down your cheeks as you grabbed his arm and pressed your wet face into his shoulder. You could feel his body shake with little sobs.

"Don't," he croaked out, "don't look for me."

"Sorry," you huffed a tearful laugh into the fabric of his sleeve, "I don't think my heart will listen to you. Pretty rough deal when it's yours after all."

You had tried to say it like a joke. It had come out like a promise.

Yoongi stilled. Everything stilled. For a moment, it was as if even the sea and the sky and the moon held their breath. He let his hands fall from where they covered his face. As he lifted his head and turned, you dropped his arm, thinking for one horrible moment that he meant to push you away. But he didn't. He reached for you, and gently, firmly - like every move he ever made, like every word he ever spoke - slipped his hand around the nape of your neck and pressed his mouth against yours.

You gasped softly against his lips.

Sweet, methodical, insistent. He slipped his tongue against your bottom lip and you tilted your head to slot your mouth against his, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushed languorously against your own. He tasted like mint and cigarettes and him. You could do this all day. A little dagger pierced your heart at the thought that you only had tonight. You stumbled back, tugging him down beside you onto the blanket. You pushed him to his back and slipped onto his lap, leaning down to reconnect your lips with his. He chuckled into your mouth, his cheeks still wet with tears.

"Slow down," he hummed.

"No," you murmured in simple defiance, kissing along his jaw before dipping to press your mouth to the soft flesh of his neck.

You licked softly, experimentally, along the side of his throat, and his fingers tightened against your waist. He tasted like salty skin and the alcohol of that cheap musky cologne he wore and Yoongi. You leaned back, supporting yourself with hands on either side of his head as you looked down at him.

"Can I?" you asked with a shy smile

"Hm?" he hummed, large, lithe hands massaging your waist.

"Leave a mark?"

His eyes squeezed into little crescent moons, and his mouth pulled up into a full smile he couldn't repress. He chuckled again, reaching up to brush his palm over your cheek, and nodded, tilting his head to the side to expose the creamy skin of his neck. Your heart hammered in your chest as you leaned down and placed an open-mouthed kiss to his throat before sucking until you had pulled a low, deep groan from him. You pushed up again, surprised at the sound, new and lovely, to find him flushed - his blown pupils darkening his eyes, and a little wet patch of smooth skin growing rosy against his throat. You felt a thrill rush through you, making you tremble. You leaned down and marked him again and again, pulling sweet moans from his lips until his neck and collarbones were littered with the proof of your mouth. You lifted your face to kiss him again, but after pressing his lips to yours twice, he pulled back.

"One more," he whispered, taking your hand from his face and guiding it down to the slight firm swell of the top of his left pec.

His eyes played over your face as you felt it softly against your fingertips - his heart. In a valiant fight for your composure, you pressed your eyes shut and buried your face in his chest. He ran a hand over the back of your head soothingly. You raised your face to meet his gaze again, choking out a little sob at the depth of its gentle affection. You slipped your fingers to the collar of his cotton tee and stretched it down and to the side, revealing his bare chest. With reverence you pressed your mouth to his skin, fulfilling his request.

No sooner had you raised your eyes to his again than he was pulling you against his lips and rolling you to your back. His weight sank into you as your mouths moved together and you thought, maybe, under his warmth was the only place you ever wanted to be. Your body responded to him seemingly of its own accord, your legs weaving around the backs of his thighs as a thrumming ache intensified at your core. As he moved to kiss your neck you found your hips rolling up, seeking relief for the sticky ache at their center, and you were met with a firm knot in his groin that pressed just where you were neediest. Your high-pitched whine was a sharp contrast to his low growl into your shoulder. It was intoxicating - his sensation, his sound, and you undulated against him over and over to slake your want on his growing hardness and hear his breath come quick against your ear. He began to rock against you in return, and soon you were whimpering into his neck, beads of sweat cooling on your forehead against the night air as each rut of his hips became overwhelming and not enough.

"Yoongi, please," you begged in a breathy moan, lightly squeezing the back of his neck and turning your damp forehead against his soft cheek.

He pushed up to look at you, brushing away the little hairs clinging to your brow. He looked as needy as you, but a little uncertain.

"What is it?" he asked. You knew he knew. You leaned up and kissed him chastely before letting your head fall back against the blanket.

"I want you," you murmured, suddenly barely able to look at him as the words formed on your lips.

Yoongi dipped to press another kiss to your mouth before sitting up and back on your thighs, and gently tugging you up with him. You noticed the bulge straining against the front of his khakis, and he winced slightly as he wiggled to adjust against your legs. He took your hands in his, that little smile tugging at the corners of his pink lips, tongue darting out lick at them as he considered you thoughtfully. Impatient, you pushed his jacket off his shoulder, which he fully shed and cast aside, and ran your hands over his cotton-clad chest. His muscle jumped when you grazed down over his stomach, which you thought must be as soft and lovely as the rest of him.

"Are you sure you want this to happen right now, with me?" he asked tenderly. You looked up at him, your brow pinched in question. "Your first time?"

You scoffed, your face heating as you looked away, brushing bits of sand from the blanket.

"How do you know if it's my first time?"

His little smile spread into a grin.

"Because I know," he offered, a bit smugly.

You toyed with the hem of his shirt.

"I'm sure," you murmured. And then you looked up at him. "Have you ever..."

"Yeah," he responded, almost like he was sorry, as he glanced down and took your hands in his again. He bit the bottom corner of his lip. "I don't have a condom."

You felt your heart pounding as the concept of him taking you where you sat became increasingly real.

"So pull out," you offered nonchalantly, hoping you sounded far more experienced than he knew you were.

He nodded. You snaked a hand between you to dance your fingers over the strain against the crotch of his pants. His hand flew to encircle your wrist and still your movements. He took a deep breath.

"It might hurt you at first. Maybe the whole time," he said, his thumb brushing in a pendulum motion over your arm. You nodded.

"I know. I don't care."

He smiled again, regarding you for a long moment.

"Okay," he said, nodding and licking his lips before taking your jaw delicately between the rounded pads of his fingers. "But you have to promise me one thing."

"Hm?"

"You still have to leave in the morning."

You heaved a sigh. Oh, Yoongi. You thought you might cry again, so you nodded, pulling him down over you once more.

"Promise me," he murmured against your lips.

"I promise," you breathed.

You kissed slowly, greedily, learning each other's mouths and mapping each other's faces and necks. At some point he dipped below your collarbone to drag his lips along the tops of your breasts. Your hand flew into his hair and he looked up at you, dark eyes seeking permission. You nodded, bottom lip clamped between your teeth as he tugged down the stretchy bodice of your sundress to reveal a simple beige bra that clasped in the front.

"It's not sexy," you remarked apologetically.

He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and dipped to kiss the tops of your breasts as his fingers found the clasp.

"Shhh, it's just the wrapping," he whispered as he snapped the garment open, letting your breasts fall into view as they pushed aside the fabric cups that had confined them.

He cursed under his breath as he brought both hands to your tits and kneaded them gently, sliding your pert nipples in the spaces between his fingers. You mewled, arching your back to press your chest up into his grasp. Before you could truly revel in the feeling of his hands plying your supple flesh, they were gone, but your whine of protest was cut short by a sharp keen as his mouth replaced his fingers. He suckled and nipped at one bud and then the other, and each time he released one with a pop, you were certain you had been rendered temporarily unconscious. Soon he was sitting up and smirking down at the panting, writhing mess of you beneath him. You saw him grimace again as he adjusted his stance, and you reached for his zipper, only to find your hand caught in his.

"No yet," he chided lightly, a twinkle in his eye, "I have to make you cum."

You drew your arm back and cast it over the top of your face, suddenly shy at his remark.

"To get you ready for me," he explained again in a murmur as he pushed your dress up to your rib cage.

He traced his hands lightly over your naked waist and you shivered. He moved to his knees, pushing your legs to either side of him. He hooked his fingers into the top of your pink cotton panties, when you suddenly felt yourself sitting up, your dress falling back over your midriff. You were a sight - wild hair and your tits half out, still panting for breath while worry painted your features. Yoongi pulled his hands away and sat back, confusion in his widened eyes.

"I don't shave," you rushed out, "I know some girls do, but I've never tried. And...I don't know, I'm kind of a mess down there right now..."

Yoongi's face softened and he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours.

"I don't care," he whispered. You huffed out another sigh.

"But...but what if you...don't like it?"

"I know I will."

"How?"

He bumped your nose with his, swallowing again as his hand found yours.

"Because I love you."

He only let the words hang in the air for a millisecond before he was crashing his lips into yours again, passionately, as if it was the only way he could convey his conviction.

He loved you. You could have died. But he was pressing one of the kisses you would always remember into your lips like an oath, so you didn't. And then you let him bare your skin and lay you down and tell you that you were beautiful. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you felt your heart believe him. How were you to leave in the morning when his soft, warm words felt like the sun?

He ran his hands over your sides and thighs, dipping to trail slow, deliberate kisses down from your navel until his chin brushed the soft, curly hairs of your mound. Your breath caught in your chest as the cool air hit fresh slick dampening your sex. He leaned back again, regarding you with warm eyes, and took your hand in his, placing it over your lower lips.

"Do you touch yourself?"

You stammered. He had asked you as simply as if he were inquiring about your favorite flavor of ice cream. With effort you admitted that you did. He stroked over your hand.

"Show me how. What makes you feel good."

You nodded slowly, feeling yourself tremble a little as you moved to stroke your middle finger in beckoning motions over your swollen clit. The motion that should have been almost automatic and familiar felt new and lewd under his gaze. As you dipped to gather more arousal from your entrance you watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat and his hands tighten where they gripped your thighs.

"You're soaked," he murmured as he stooped to press a kiss to your belly. Then he did something that would be seared into your brain for all eternity: he scooped up your hand and brought it to his lips, sucking your sticky middle finger into his mouth. You gushed at the sensation of his lips and tongue, wide eyes locked on his as he slowly let your finger slip free.

"You want to know how you taste?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before humming, "So fucking good."

"Yeah?" you asked breathlessly, propped up on your forearms to watch as he laid down between your legs.

"Mhm. Sweet. Like honey."

He kissed into your pubic hair, slipping one of his long fingers to trace over your clit the way you had showed him. You gasped as you watched him work you up, something inside you growing taut like a bowstring. And then a kind of pleasure you had never imagined, the kind that made you want to melt and scream, rushed through your trembling body as a single finger pressed slowly past your entrance while his mouth found your clit. You found your hips bucking to meet his thrusts as he pressed in a second finger. You felt a slight sting at the stretch, but the exquisite pressure of this knobby knuckles caressing your walls overwhelmed any pain, and when he pressed the pads of his fingers to massage a spongy patch of muscle, you cried out, gripping his dark locks.

"Yoongi!" you moaned as he repeated the motion, and when he took your clit between his lips to suck you came.

You came hard and in waves, rolling your hips into him until you were clamping your thighs shut at the raw sensitivity of overstimulation. Yoongi sat up to rub his hands over your shaking thighs and heaving belly before leaning back down to kiss you and return your spirit through his lips from the astral plane.

"You did so good," he cooed, "Came so easy for me."

"That's good?" you asked between pants. He chuckled into your neck.

"Mhm."

"It felt good, Yoongi, really good." He dropped a kiss to your shoulder, and then mumbled into your skin.

"You still want to go all the way?"

"Yes," you whispered, pulling his shirt up his back and running your hands over his bare skin.

Yoongi sat up and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to lay with his jacket. He was slender and milky, as you had expected, but his shoulders were surprisingly broad, and his upper chest firm. The soft swell of his belly was dusted with a trail of delicate dark hairs leading down from his navel. You reached instinctively for the button of his pants, and this time he let you. Trailing the zipper down, he helped you shed his tight pants and boxers, sighing in relief as he freed his erection. You bit your lip as your hand trailed over the velvety skin of his shaft. Even this part of him was beautiful, you thought - not overly long but thick and proud with a pretty vein and a smooth tip glistening with precum. You had been so consumed with drinking him in that you only now noticed the little needy whimpers falling from his lips as you stroked him. You squeezed a little firmer, pumping him with more confidence.

"Like that?" you asked, unable to look away from the sweet sight of his face as his eyebrows knitted and his head tilted back.

"Yeah, just...no, no, I won't last," he groaned, his hand stilling yours.

When he met your concerned gaze he reached up to stroke your cheek.

"Feels too good," he murmured reassuringly, then he guided you back down on the blanket, balling up his jacket and slipping it under your head.

He lowered himself carefully over you, skin to skin, as he kissed you again and again, his right hand toying with your breast and trailing lower to caress your clit. You could feel the heat rising in you again, and an aching want inside growing deeper and hungrier with every shock of pleasure. When he trailed his fingers through your folds to find you thoroughly wet he leaned to the side, gliding his length between your lips, his smooth tip brushing over your bud. You cursed, fingers digging into his back and he huffed a little laugh, eyes sparkling down at you.

"Dirty girl," he chuckled, before kissing the tip of your nose. "Are you ready?"

You felt a squeeze of trepidation in your chest, but you pushed it away.

"Yes," you assured him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

For a long moment, he just stared down at you, the same look in his eyes as the morning you had first awakened in his arms, but so intent - as if he was trying to commit every feature of your face, in this moment, to memory. Finally breaking his gaze, he glanced down between your bodies, aligning himself with your entrance. His eyes flicked back up to you as he slowly, slowly breached your core. When he had pressed in past his tip you felt the searing stretch he had warned you of. You closed your eyes, drawing in a sharp breath.

"You okay?" came is worried voice, "Want to stop?" You shook your head.

"No, just do it," you panted through the pain, "I want it to be you."

You pulled him down to press your mouth to his. Every kiss between you seemed to say something. This one said that you trusted him in a way you would never trust another.

He was so gentle. Pressing in slowly, giving you time to stretch around the thickness of him, kissing you sweetly through your whimpers, until he was fully sheathed inside you. Tears filled your eyes and trickled down your cheeks. You were so full of him.

"Why are you crying?" he cooed, touching his forehead to yours.

Your hands clutched his back as you raised watery eyes to his.

"Because I'm yours, Yoongi. Yours first and no one else's." He buried his face in your neck.

"Take me, Yoongi," you whispered desperately into his ear, "Take me like I'm yours."

You felt him let out a tiny sob against your skin and then he started to move. He kept a slow pace at first, carefully gliding against your tight walls, unaccustomed to his presence. You could feel him jerk and twitch as he moved, and thought he must be restraining himself. You found the worst of your pain had passed, and all you wanted in the world was to make him cum.

"Don't hold back," you hummed as you rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

He didn't need you to tell him twice, instantly setting a quicker, sharper pace that had his balls slapping your ass and his pelvic bone pressing to your clit with each forward snap.

"You're so fucking tight," he mumbled, a dazed look beginning to overtake his features, "You feel so good, baby. So good." You wove your hands into his hair, pulling him down to kiss him as you breathed in every curse, whimper, and moan. And then he was looking down at you with dark, wild eyes.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart, where do you want me to cum?"

You didn't have to think.

"Inside," you answered breathlessly.

"But I'm not..."

"Please, cum inside me, Yoongi. Please," you whimpered, tempted to wrap your legs around his waist - your desire for him transcending every fear of consequence. But you wanted to give him the choice.

He raised himself up on his elbows, his thrusts coming impossibly harder and more erratic, and then he came. You watched him in exaltation as he threw his head back and cried out, emptying himself inside you. So beautiful, you thought, with his hair clinging to his brow, his chest heaving and flushed, and his face drawn in the throes of his release. You did wrap your legs around him then, and he collapsed, his head falling to your breasts as he gasped for breath. You tangled your fingers into his hair, caressing his head. You were swollen and sore and messy, and yet the thought of him abandoning you was unbearable. And the moon saw it all.

It saw you stay each other's as long as possible. It watched you both try to hide your tears as you pulled on your clothes. It watched you fight desperately, and fail, to put your heart in words. It watched him silence you, and hold you, because you didn't have to say it. He knew. It watched you fall asleep in his arms one last time.

You opened your eyes. The gulls were crying and the pale morning sunlight was spilling over the tops of the cliffs. The sea was soft and plashing and cerulean. It was the most beautiful of the ninety-three mornings of summer. But you didn't notice - all you saw were dark lashes on the apples of soft cheeks. You watched his breath rise and fall as the sun tipped over the horizon in the east, the dew trickling down your face as salty as the sea.

When Yoongi's eyes fluttered open they met your red ones, and he pressed is forehead to yours only for a moment before pulling you up to stand.

"Get outta here," he whispered shakily, hands still clutching your arms and brow still tilted into your own.

"Come with me," you choked tracing your hands over his chest.

"I can't leave her with him."

"I know." Your fingers traced over his heart and the little bruise you knew rested under the cotton fabric.

Yoongi wept.

"Go," he whispered, squeezing your arms. You nodded weakly.

"Go, goddamn it, go!" he cried, as you shook with sobs, then he crushed his mouth against yours.

Time didn't stop, you didn't have any - so you stole every second you could.

And then you kept your promise.

You shivered as a zephyr sprang off the water to whip around you, disrupting your thoughts. You tugged at your blazer. It had been a long time since you wore a sundress with cherries.

It was time to let them go, the little girl huddled in a blanket and the boy with the bleeding lip. They had held your hands for so long. They deserved to be free. It was time to let them go, so you did.

With a deep sigh you cast one last wistful glance back over the great blue expanse as the sun sank into the sea.

The moon was just a silver slip in the sky that night, but it saw. It saw before you did, as you turned to go, the breath catching in your chest when a low, soft voice behind you asked,

"Got a light?"

-Fin-

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menlove · 7 months ago

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Hey have you read any good McLennon fix-its

OH BOY HAVE I. i love mclennon fix-its they genuinely heal my soul & they're for sure my favorite i'm ngl. here we gooooo. just pulling from my bookmarks in no particular order...

favorites have a 💖 next to them!

blood on the tracks by mynamesbetty

gen-mature. 66k modern au, 11 part series, eventual fix-it. He was a grown man, a rock star, richer than Croesus, emotionally stable, and more than capable of handling a surprise visit from his ex-husband. Paul married John when he was eighteen and divorced him at twenty-nine. Two years later, John pays Paul a visit.

'til touchdown brings me round again to find by wardo_weditit

explicit. 12k. It was one thing when he was doing this for Elton—yeah, because of a bet, but mostly because Elton is his friend and he wants to support him. It was just a one-off thing that seemed like it could be fun, or cool, or maybe even memorable. But now, if Paul’s going to be there, it takes on a hell of a lot more meaning because that’s the way it goes, that’s what things with Paul always do. Or, Paul comes to see John's surprise appearance at Elton's show, and grand gestures abound.

here you come again by harmonising

mature. 16k. (take this one w a grain of salt i can't remember if it's a full fix it? but well. john's alive, so) 1982. John comes back to England. He and Paul spend a weekend together.

Grow Old With Me by inherownwrite 💖

explicit. 8k. Paul breaks his arm, and John panics.

and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) by wardo_wedidit 💖

mature. 39k. “Jesus, took you long enough,” John says, adjusting the duffle over his shoulder. “Thought I might be out here til morning at this rate.” For a second he wonders if he’s drunker than he thought, but no. As far as he can tell, it is still 1980, and he hasn’t seen or so much as spoken to John in ten years. Or, John comes to stay with Paul in Scotland to ride out the press storm of his divorce to Yoko, and Paul learns to stop running away.

i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc) by fingersfallingupwards 💖

mature. 27k. (i'm not kidding i think this one is my favorite ever mclennon fics. it's only 27k but it feels like an entire novel. this lives in my head rent free forever. this is my heartstopper or whatever the kids are saying) John’s twelve when a bloke appears from a flaming pie and says, “From this day forward you are Beatles with an ‘a.’” The bloke is Paul. Or: paul and john meet at all ages and eras and john is the time-traveler’s wife the way only john lennon can be

Stop all the clocks by javelinbk

mature. 30k. For the following kink meme prompt: ‘1967. After Brian dies, Paul decides not to go ahead with MMT, and takes John up to Scotland for a month instead.’ Also based on the following comment on said prompt: ‘pls someone let them fuck tenderly in 1967’

I Need My Love to Be Here by notgrungybitchin

explicit. 8k. After John gets his first panic attack in Hamburg, he starts to realize that Paul might be the only person who can bring him back to himself.

#i know theres a couple others but i cant find them rn rip #mclennon

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wickedcriminal · 11 months ago

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Hello, WickedCriminal I just wanted to say I absolutely adore your treasure your Half brothers: au seeing my favorite childhood dragon hero books and Film incarnations together as siblings warms my heart so much!

I sent a previous message already asking a question about if Merciless the book version of the green death and the first villain that little Hiccup defeats. Is he still canon cause he should have shown up in the first Flim as well…as the big threat that gets little Hiccup and Toothless recognized as heroes…

So how is he incorporated into the half brothers alternate universe? Does he still even exist and what is his role…does he still wash ashore to Berk? Does he still fight the young Vikings the movie cast and the book trainees? Does he still die to little hiccup?

AAAA Thank you so much!! It makes me so happy to see you love this au!!

I did see your first ask, sorry I didn't get to it quick enough. Merciless is still in the au, don't worry! The Red Death and the Green Death are both different dragons, and are both Elder and Younger's Big Moment to Shine respectively. As far as the Half Brothers AU timeline goes, the movie happens before the book, so Elder defeats the Red Death first, and Younger defeats the Green Death a few weeks to a month later, while the dragon flock is settling in on Berk! (DreamWorks wise, this would mean it happens during the 'Riders of Berk' era.)

I did it this way because I thought putting both Death dragons into the first movie might cram it a little. So in this instance, Elder kills the Red Death to allow the dragon flock the freedom to make peace with humans and live on Berk. The Green Death would arrive a little while afterward, feeling irritated by this union and hoping to mess things up a little!

Younger defeats him with the help of the other Hooligan kids, as well as the Meathead kids, who had arrived for Thor'sday Thursday. (Elder and the Dragon Riders don't do much because this fight is Minicup's time to shine.)

#thank you for your asks!! green death my beloved #half brothers au #httyd #httyd au #ask #my art #so i suppose the green death is more interested in sabotaging the human/dragon alliance in this version so he shows up on berk on purpose #but he's still pretty set on turning everybody into his supper anyway so his philosophy still stands i think #“yeah sure you guys can coexist peacefully— in my STOMACHHHHH 😂😂😂😂”

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trappedinafantasy37 · 4 months ago

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do you have any bg3 fanfic that you recommend? i read and enjoy yours so I trust your judgment!

I do have some pretty good fic recs! Unfortunately my list is rather short given that reading (and writing even) is a painful experience for me as my brain likes to play tricks with the letters and draw weird shapes with them.

The first one that I would recommend for anyone to read is By the Silk that Binds Us by @moonselune. It is an arranged marriage AU between Matron Mother Minthara and a feminine reader. It is also a little bit of an enemies to lovers fic as Minthara did destroy your house (House Liakyre) and now you gotta marry her! It also contains my favorite flavor of Minthara in which she is an unforgiving power hungry asshole. Every time a chapter gets posted, I am sat and I gobble it up. And, honestly, I recommend anything that they write as they have a whole lot of drabbles with the various characters in the game and in a wide variety of scenarios.

The second one that I recommend is Honeywebbing by @mimetoist. It is a post-canon Minthara x Halsin fic and is written from Minthara's POV. In it, Minthara washes ashore severely injured, without her memory, and a broken oath and she is nursed back to health by Halsin. It also has one of my favorite tropes of "unfortunate circumstances led me to adopting a stray child" as Minthara bonds with some of the kids under Halsin's protection. I also have to give the writer a special shoutout as some of her spicier stuff has inspired some of my own spicy content.

The last one I recommend is Hell Is Empty over on AO3. It is a modern AU fic between a CEO Minthara who has recently gotten divorced from Shadowheart because Minthara did some really stupid things. Unable to cope with the divorce, Shadowheart actually wipes her mind of Minthara and anything related to her, but fate brings the two of them back together anyway. It's a bit of a redemption story for Minthara and shows her softer and more vulnerable sides.

Sorry it took me so long to post this one. AO3 had an outage and I was waiting for it to come back up so I can grab the links.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #fanfiction recommendations #other people's writing #minthara #minthara baenre #every time new updates for any of these fics gets posted #i get glued to my phone and i keep reading until i am done #i push through all the swirling shapes that my brain is trying to draw with the letters and i digest every single word they write #because their stories are worth the headache for me

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seoheesoo · 8 months ago

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AU! Little princess of the Might-Hatake family

[P.1]

Kakashi heard the sound of the front door opening and glanced at his watch in surprise.

“I didn’t expect you so early,” - he said loudly, stirring the hot dish. - “I decided to make your favorite spicy curry. Of course, it won’t be as tasty as o-tou-san’s, but I tried.”

Kakashi turned off the stove and covered the dish with a lid. A strange sound suddenly came from the corridor. Kakashi tensed and quickly walked out of the kitchen. The first thing he saw was Guy’s wide brown eyes, in which anxiety and fear were so clearly visible. Then Kakashi's gaze fell on the bundle in Guy's hands, which moved and again made muffled sounds.

“What is this?” - asked Kakashi.

Guy swallowed nervously. His worry involuntarily passed on to Hatake.

“Guy, what is this?” - Kakashi asked in a firmer voice.

“Pleasedontkillmethisisababy,” - Guy said quickly, closing his eyes.

“You steal a baby?” - Kakashi raised his eyebrows.

“Didn’t steal! Found,” - Guy was indignant.

“Where the hell did you find the baby?” - Kakashi hissed.

“When I was returning to the village, I heard a quiet cry and followed the sound. A basket was floating in the river. I jumped into the water and pulled the basket ashore.”

“Of course you jumped into the water,” - Kakashi tiredly ran his hand over his face. - “Have you already reported on the mission?”

Guy looked away.

“You didn’t come to the Hokage?”

“No, I immediately went home,” - Guy answered and added quietly, - “To you.”

“You’re always creating problems and waiting for me to solve everything,” - Kakashi rolled his eyes.

Guy shyly lowered his gaze to the floor. The baby in his arms stirred restlessly and cried loudly. The two jounins jumped in surprise.

“Shit, Guy. What we supposed to do with the baby?”

“Kakashi, language!”

“Give me the baby,” - Hatake carefully took the child.

The little creature immediately fell silent and stared at Kakashi with large, brown eyes, so surprisingly similar to Guy's eyes.

“She likes you,” - Guy came closer and rested his chin on Kakashi’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“It's a girl?” - Hatake asked, gently rocking the baby in his arms.

Guy nodded.

“You’re doing great,” - there was awe and pride in Guy’s voice.

“You remember that in the first months, Kushina-san often dumped Naruto on me. Compared to him, any other child is a model of calm.”

Kakashi felt Guy's laughter behind him.

“Tomorrow morning we need to take her to the hospital. And then you will go to the Hokage.”

“Will you come with me?”

Kakashi sighed heavily.

“Of course I will go with you. Now let’s put the baby to bed and feed you.”

***

Minato listened carefully to Guy's story. Kakashi gave him credit, the Fourth didn't show any signs of surprise on his face. Although the look still read: “For what sins did these idiots fall on my head?” Kakashi felt an irrational pride in Minato's endurance, and a slight pang of amusement. It was nice to keep Minato on his toes even after all these years.

“Is the baby in the hospital now?” - the man asked after listening to Guy’s story.

The jounins nodded.

“Okay, Guy, could you go check on her physical condition?” - Minato tilted his head slightly to the left.

Guy nodded and, saluting, quickly left the office. Hatake turned around to follow, however…

“Not so fast, Kakashi.”

The guy exhaled tiredly and turned around. There was clearly fun in Minato's blue eyes. Kakashi mentally cursed. The whole situation clearly amused the Fourth. Kakashi didn't like it when Minato got that look on his face. This meant it was time to get ready for some teasing.

“A baby, huh,” - Minato drawled, leaning back in his chair.

Kakashi rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

“I wasn’t really involved.”

Minato snorted.

“Guy has a very kind heart,” - said the Fourth softly.

Kakashi nodded. Deciding that he had had enough teasing, Minato straightened up.

“I will personally make sure that the baby ends up in good hands.”

Kakashi hesitated. His gaze flickered to the left for a second. Minato tensed.

“What is it?”

Kakashi shrugged his shoulders nervously. Minato knew very well that he was consumed by some thoughts, but he also knew very well that at such moments it was better not to put pressure on him. Hatake will tell him everything himself.

“When I woke up this morning, Guy was already in the kitchen,” - Kakashi began to say. - “He rocked the baby in his arms and looked at her with such tenderness…”

Minato frowned.

“I… I don’t want to give her away.”

Minato raised his eyebrows in surprise. Kakashi continued to look somewhere at the floor.

“I understand you,” - Minato said softly, seeing the guy’s shoulders relax. - “But in order for everything to be official, we need to fill out all the documents.”

Kakashi straightened up and turned his concentrated gaze to the man.

“The most important document you will need is a marriage certificate.”

Hatake blinked in surprise.

“Marriage?”

Minato nodded.

“We never discussed this. Of course, we’ve been dating for an eternity and have been living together for about the same amount of time, but marriage…There was simply no need to think about it.”

“If you want to adopt her, then this is a prerequisite.”

Kakashi nodded. Minato stood up from his chair and walked up to the guy, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“I’m very happy for you both,” - Minato smiled and pulled the guy towards him, hugging him tightly. - “You will become excellent parents.”

“You think so?” - Kakashi whispered barely audibly, hugging him back.

“Certainly! But you can always ask Sakumo-san and Duy-san, as well as Kushina and me for advice. We will help you.”

“Thank you,” - Kakashi allowed himself to hide his face on Minato’s shoulder for a few seconds, as he often did as a kid.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

Hatake snorted.

“She has Guy’s eyes,” - he shared his yesterday observation.

“I hope that she will get his personality too.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes and pushed the man away from him. Namikaze laughed melodiously and ruffled Kakashi's hair, catching his happy smile.

***

Kakashi was terribly exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He had to calm down Guy, who was truly hysterical, for two whole hours. Then, after picking up the baby from the hospital, they went straight to the residence of the Hatake family. And, if Kakashi expected a repeat of the hysteria only from Duy, then seeing tears in Sakumo’s eyes was unexpected. The men held the baby in their hands so carefully and tenderly that it involuntarily made Kakashi himself shed tears. They stayed for dinner and returned to their home in the late afternoon. Kakashi was damn tired, but clearly understood that tomorrow would be even more difficult.

Waking up in the morning, Kakashi found Guy and the baby in the kitchen. No matter what Guy said about Kakashi's skills, Hatake himself was convinced that Guy was created for fatherhood. While Guy fed and dressed the baby, Kakashi mentally prepared for today. Their first stop was the Uchiha house.

“Oh my God!” - Rin exclaimed and took the baby from Guy’s arms. - “You're a wonder!”

Obito elbowed Kakashi standing next to him and grinned.

“Congratulations, tou-sama.”

Hatake rolled his eyes and pushed him back. Rin's face beamed with delight. The baby hooted happily, which brought smiles to everyone in the room.

“Have you chosen a name yet?” - Rin asked, taking her eyes off the baby.

Kakashi and Guy looked at each other.

“Harumi,” - Hatake replied.

“Harumi,” - Rin leaned over the girl. - “Nice to meet you. I'm your aunt Rin.”

The baby hooted happily.

“I already want her to grow up quickly,” - Rin sobbed quietly and gently hugged the baby to herself. - “She's so perfect. Maybe you can come for her tomorrow?”

Guy laughed loudly. Kakashi snorted.

“Sorry, Rin, we have our whole day scheduled. If we don’t go to someone, Harumi’s numerous aunts and uncles will eat us alive.”

Rin sighed sadly. Obito gently stroked her back. Rin softly kissed the baby's forehead and handed her over to Kakashi.

“We are waiting for you to visit us at any time of the day.”

Obito shook his head behind her. Kakashi rolled his eyes.

“See you!”

Next in line were Genma and Ebisu. Genma prudently put the senbon in his pocket and smiled affectionately at the baby. Harumi fidgeted restlessly and pulled her small hands out from under the blanket. The baby reached out her fingers to Genma.

“I’m already her favorite uncle,” - the guy grinned and allowed Harumi to play with his hair, which fell on his face.

“Dream about it,” - Ebisu muttered displeasedly.

After meeting Guy's team, they headed to Kurenai and Asuma. The baby immediately fell asleep in Kurenai's arms. Kakashi and Guy leaned back tiredly on the sofa. Asuma brought a tray from the kitchen with mugs of aromatic tea.

“She’s wonderful,” - Kurenai carefully ran her finger over the baby’s plump cheek.

“We are very happy for both of you,” - Asuma placed a heavy palm on Kakashi’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” - Hatake smiled at friends.

After spending a little time with the Sarutobi family, Kakashi and Guy went back to their home. While Guy put the baby to bed, Kakashi collected the necessary documents. A few minutes later he felt warm hands on his waist. Guy rested his chin on his shoulder.

“I love you.”

Kakashi chuckled.

“I love you too.”

“No, you don’t understand,” - Guy exhaled heavily. - “I love you so much.”

Kakashi snorted and laughed quietly.

“I love you too, Guy.”

“Love you, love you, love you,” - Guy covered Kakashi’s face with short kisses.

“Okay, stop it,” - Hatake laughed and broke away from the tight embrace and continued collecting documents. - “Minato sensei said to bring all the documents tomorrow morning.”

“Kakashi…”

Hatake turned around sharply upon hearing Guy's tone.

“What's happened?”

“Are you sure?” - Guy asked vaguely in a muffled voice.

Kakashi sighed mentally. Guy looked like a lost puppy in the rain, as if he wasn’t the one who had confessed his love to him a minute ago and acted so carefree. Kakashi closed the distance and placed his hand on Guy's cheek, forcing him to look at him.

“Guy, I have never been more sure in my entire life than I am now,” - he said, watching the guy’s eyes widen. - “I love you from the first time we met. And I already love her. Marrying you and adopting a baby, what could be more right?”

Guy bit his lower lip, trying to stop himself from sobbing. Kakashi gently ran his thumb over his cheek and hugged him softly.

“I hope our daughter grows up to be as kind and caring as you.”

“She'll be just as cool as you,” - Guy countered, sobbing quietly.

Kakashi smiled at the corner of his lips.

“She has your eyes,” - he said tenderly.

This was the last straw. Guy burst into tears loudly, holding Kakashi tightly in his arms. The baby, accustomed to loud sounds, continued to sleep carefree in her crib.

***

“Haru-chan, stop it!” - Naruto sighed tiredly.

The three-year-old girl shook her head stubbornly. Her white hair was disheveled, and her yellow dress was smeared with mud.

“Kashi nii-chan and Guy nii-chan will be angry when they come back,” - the eight-year-old boy tried to persuade her.

“Not at me,” - the girl shrugged.

Naruto pouted.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” - the boy began to be indignant.

Harumi spent the weekend with the Namikaze family. Kushina went to the store for a while while the children were playing in the backyard. In just a few minutes, Harumi managed to get covered in mud and did not want to go home to change clothes.

“Naru nii-chan!” - the girl called loudly.

Naruto turned around and immediately felt a ball of mud hit him. The girl laughed loudly.

“That’s it, you started it first!”

When Kushina and Kakashi returned home, they found children covered in mud from head to toe.

“Tou-chan!” - Harumi ran into Kakashi’s open arms.

“Naruto!” - Kushina frowned menacingly.

“It was Harumi!” - the boy clasped his hands.

“Namikaze Naruto, how many times have I told you not to get Harumi into trouble!” - Kushina pulled the boy's ear.

“Ouch, kaa-chan! It's hurt!”

“You are punished. Tomorrow you won’t go anywhere with Shikamaru, Sasuke and other boys,” - Kushina threatened the boy with her finger.

Naruto's big blue eyes went wide.

“But we were going to go train with Shisui nii-chan.”

“I don’t know anything, go to your room!”

Naruto pouted and loudly stomped away to his room. Kakashi picked Harumi up and, thanking Kushina for her hospitality, left the house.

“You were the one who started the mud fight, right?” - Hatake asked his daughter.

Harumi smiled widely. Kakashi snorted quietly. His daughter was an even more mischievous child than Naruto. Hatake adored her for that.

***

“Your arguments are completely meaningless,” - Ebisu shook his head.

Asuma frowned.

“Why?”

“Because I babysat her more often than all of you,” - Ebisu answered and adjusted his glasses.

“'Cause you have the least number of missions,” - Obito snorted.

“HEY!”

“I was the first one she reached out to.”

“Shut up, Genma,” - the four guys muttered at the same time.

Shiranui raised his palms up.

“Just saying.”

“Let's ask her herself,” - Yamato suggested.

“Don’t you dare bribe her with gifts!” - Ebisu threatened with his finger.

“It’s not my problem that you are so poor,” - Genma shrugged and was the first to head towards the small house of the Might-Hatake family.

“Hey, Harumi!” - Asuma waved to the baby.

The girl, dressed in a white and green dress, raised her head when she heard her name. Her white hair was tied in two buns and tied with a red satin ribbon.

“Ji-chan!” - she screamed loudly and ran towards the five jounins.

Each of them squatted down and opened their arms for a hug. But the girl ran past them with the speed of lightning and jumped into the arms of a guy standing nearby, hugging him tightly around the neck.

“Itachi ji-chan!” - she shouted right into his ear, but the guy didn’t even wince. - “Papa and I baked cookies today. I made one especially for you.”

“I’m touched, Haru-chan,” - Itachi walked towards the house, holding the girl tightly in his arms.

The guy walked past the frozen men and nodded welcomingly to them. The jounins looked at him with a puzzled look.

“The Uchihas and their charms,” - Ebisu said gloomily.

All four nodded in understanding. The warm spring air brought with it the sweet smell of cookies and ringing laughter.

Harumi (春美) means “spring, beauty”.

#kakashi hatake #might guy #kakagai #rin nohara #genma shiranui #obito uchiha #kurenai yuhi #ebisu #asuma sarutobi #yamato #minato namikaze #kushina uzumaki #naruto uzumaki #sakumo hatake #duy might #itachi uchiha

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irrealisms · 2 years ago

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my dsmp fic recs masterpost

this one's long so i'm putting it under a cut! includes a lot of fandom favorites/ones you probably already know, but i tried to include some more niche ones as well. check the reblogs for more, i couldn't fit them all in one post without tumblr getting mad at me

Author recommendations (not my friends; go read everything they wrote):

Goldenrayofsunshine

shrugofgod

odaigahara

penink

hoorayy

Zannolin

the_g_m

chrysalizzm

Author recommendations (me and people I know):

sesquidpedalian @erstwhilesparrow

WheelCoveredInEyes @blocksgame

short_tandem_repeats

consumptive_sphinx @regicidal-optimism

monsterloot @aliveburs

cryptofhoney (korethekiller) @honeyblockm

nocturne_csharpm @qwilbur

75hearts (ME! YOU ARE HERE!)

Fangame recommendations:

Good Luck, Minutes Man! by @andhyssops : visual novel about NLM-era c!ranboo. has multiple endings, great art, soundtrack, characterization, etc.

Good Morning, Gogy by @andhyssops : visual novel about c!george. again, gorgeous art, great characterization. i almost don't want to say too much about this one because so much of it is a spoiler!

Doomsday Sim by @bwobgames : doomsday platformer, tommy is the player character, buggy but pretty.

Virtual Ghostbur by @bwobgames : ghostbur tamagotchi!

Character Pattern by @bwobgames : bullet hell with various mcyts (c and cc), tommy is the player character, stupid hard but very pretty

Tommygotchi by @bwobgames : tommy tamagotchi!

Silver Dollar by @honeyblockm : president schlatt is dead. murder mystery twine game

Fic recs (people I don't know well):

devil town by hoorayy : haven’t read this one but i’ve had it recommended too many times to not include. small town horror au. 100k

aftermath by sparxwrites : dream is recovering from the prison. tommy visits him. they have a conversation. neither torture apologist nor abuse apologist! 2k

what i love and what i've lost by Treis : dream & sapnap, dream recovery/redemption/post-prison. 20k

in memoriam by hoorayy : wilbur and sapnap have a conversation. 2k

little women by chrysalizzm : women on the dsmp character study. 1k

dissonance by shrugofgod : tubbo character study!!!!! one of the best tubbo fics imo. snowchester-era. 16k

six foot deep bottom line by shrugofgod : tubbo & q conversation, cookie outpost era. 2k

How to Sex Vol. 4-58 by Goldenrayofsunshine : epistolary fic, tommy pov, canon divergent from the disc finale (punz doesn’t arrive). probably my favorite fic in the fandom. 1k

Chicken Strategy by Goldenrayofsunshine : sam-centric, lots of q also, au where q set off the prison TNT. 20k

The Roman Archives by Goldenrayofsunshine : “Tubbo dies during the disc war finale and uses his time in purgatory to unlock all the secrets of the universe.” 4.5k

Make It Right by Goldenrayofsunshine : Captain Sparklez is tubbo’s dad, crashes the disc finale. my #1 clingyduo fluffy h/c Comfort Food. 2k

Raccooniverse (zombie crossover) series by Goldenrayofsunshine : crossover with the walking dead; doesn’t require any knowledge of the walking dead. tommy-centric, follows canon very approximately for the first two seasons and a bit beyond. 162k and still going, although you can just read the completed parts.

Neon Sunrise by Goldenrayofsunshine : wilbur & quackity, LN-era. 14k

draw up your sword (leave your days ashore) by Odaigahara : puffy joins the server by coming ashore at logstedshire, defends tommy. another comfort food fluffy h/c. 11k

snapshots by sparxwrites : schlatt/q relationship study. very good but mind the content warnings. 6k

the dead don’t dream by penink : what if dream killed tommy and then revived him again and then killed him and then revived him again— (crimeboys whump w a happy ending) 226k

Mafia AU by penink : mafia AU; based on Vibes rather than a specific time period but has Lots Content and Good Characterization. 219k and still going, although you can just read the completed parts.

Fairweather and Foxhole Friends by penink : manburg q & tubbo. 2k

Jubilee Line Satisfaction Survey by penink : wilbur centric, some crimeboys. wilbur in the afterlife! very very good. does fun things with the format--it's a uquiz, not an ao3 fic. another competitor for my favorite fanwork from this fandom.

call this world home by Sixteenthdays, stygiomedusa (grainjew) : another dream post-prison recovery/redemption; in this one, he’s metaphysically trapped in the arctic commune. 43k

l’esprit de l’escalier by eldritchIdeologist : revivebur oneshot. 3k

cause most of us are bitter over someone by honeyblock : niki & wilbur confrontation and reconciliation. (tommy’s there too.) 19k

orphan’s path (series) by aenor_llelo, Alderous, Anarchy-Schmanarchy (Murder_Schmurder), BattleBlaze, ConcoctionsFromHell, Falrisesi, fluxphage, izziel_galaxy, Otakuforlife19, Rocket999 : starts out as a phil&techno backstory. becomes a retelling of the entire server. massively multi-pov, very good characterization, very long. has many Takes i disagree with but also a lot of good stuff. get a text replacer “Lagos” -> “Dream”. 700K and still going, although you can just read the completed parts.

tune by small_lizard : karlnapity relationships study. 4k

applaud, my friends, the comedy is over! by small_lizard : oneshot focused on niki’s birthday party. <1k

it only gets much worse by hoorayy : another q & wilbur, LN-era. 2k

good reasons to freeze to death by hoorayy : tubbo-centric, post-s3 finale (mourning ranboo). 3k

pay it forward by comradeboyhalo : the l’sandburg fic. foolish centric; badlands post-egg healing arc in which they all move onto his house. very canon-typical tone; silly and crack-y but with genuine feeling. 5k

treatise on sin and vice by the_g_m : quackity and tommy and their relationship w religion (scriptfic). 7k

plate of primes by chrysalizzm : poem about tommy. <1k

hunger by Anonymous : probably the only E-rated fic i’m including. wilbur/quackity, LN-era, wilbur provokes quackity into hurting him by pretending to be dream, it’s . fic of all time. 11k

i'm not calling you a liar by Anonymous : jk i lied. also E-rated, wilbur/quackity, LN-era. by the same author as the previous rec, similarly dead dove. lives in my brain forever. 13k

the ckarl mpreg fic by the_g_m : karl doesn’t actually get pregnant in this one. they just want him to. karlnapity, script format, crack treated seriously. 2k

sink secluded by angeloncewas : niki and wilbur, pogtopia. <1k

best laid plans by zannolin : some gentle h/c for revivebur with ranboo and tommy. a bit of a comfort food but in a good way, at least for me. 5k

said the rabbit to the badger by zannolin : crimeboys talk about exile. inconsolable differences fixit. 3k

i can’t stand your taste in my mouth by orphan_account : a really intense but also very good pogtopia-era wilbur character/relationship study. 5k

where to find a silver lining (as the mercury keeps rising) by angelsdemonsducks : cwilbur eggpocalypse fic! 10k

the sea is rising by chrysalizzm : desolation avatar purpled. <1k but the series is longer

Blood Games by ghostdrinkssoda : q centric hurt-no-comfort that has some karlnapity but also engages with q as a bad person. 7k

where lies the strangling fruit by katsidhe : prison arc angst/whump. pretty heavy; mind the tags. sam & q & dream. 34k, unfinished

agatha by headlikeahole : wilbur's suicide note. collage/digital art. <1k

Tier X̅ by Pegasister60 : purpled's limbo is an empty bedwars map. 2k

one last lie for old times' sake by curseworm, VenetaPsi : wilbur tries to apologize to quackity before killing himself. quackity isn't having it. 18k

#fic rec #fic recs #dsmp #mcyt #might make another post of these for ones i don't really remember but nonetheless trust to be good #therapists dni #any british ants in the chat?#long post

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child-of-hurin · 1 year ago

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Fic author interview meme - tagged by @anghraine!

Apologies if you've already done this and I missed it, but tagging @squirrelwrangler @undercat-overdog @chthonic-cassandra @hoeratius @outofangband @seagodofmagic and everyone else who sees this and feels like doing it :)

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

58, more than I thought

2- What's your total AO3 word count?

146,888

3- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Surrender, 615 words, The Mirror Visitor, 149 kudos 2. Locked, forgotten, 1,6k words, ASOIAF , 91 kudos 3. With imperious hand, Fate turns the wheel, 8,8k words, Queen’s Thief, 85 kudos 4. Simple fix, 2,8k words, Supernatural, 77 kudos 5. Tied: Cupid and Psyche, 742 words, Queen’s Thief, 66 kudos A flower trampled underfoot, 1,9k words, Silmarillion, 66 kudos

I have a couple of anonymous/orphaned works that I can recall that have way more than any of this: one Azula/Zuko that has over 350 kudos and a Wincest fic that’s currently on 289! They’re both pure E-rated kink, so I think it figures hahaah.

4- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but sometimes I get a little stumped between a desire to respond in depth vs the conscience that ao3 comments are not really the place for fandom conversation…

5- What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

IMO, either my most recent Vinland Saga fic “Ordeal,” or my first posted fic ever, “Barren”, about Míriel and Pharazôn.

6- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I’m thinking it’s probably “Washed Ashore”, a short fic that ends with Gil-Galad telling Círdan that Ëarendil is alive and returned with an army in tow.

7- Do you write crossovers?

8- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I know I did but it was in an orphaned work and I can’t recall which, or what fandom it was for? But I think that’s why I switched to just publishing anonymously instead of orphaning it altogether, so I can still delete comments and stuff. Haven't had to, though.

9- Do you write smut?

Occasionally :)

10- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

11- Have you ever had a fic translated?

I THINK so, because I remember someone asking me about it, but I can’t recall which fic or what language…

12- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I wanna do that with Kate!!! Maybe one day

13- What's your all-time favorite ship?

The ship I’ve written the most for on ao3 is Irene/Gen from Queen’s Thief, and it’s definitely one of my top favorites!

14- What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don’t usually post fics unless they’re finished or very close to. So the answer is something in my fic folder tentatively called "A Mirror, Cracking", which is an AU of Niënor in Brethil, if she remembered who she was! I'm suuuper fond of it and likely never finishing it, I plan to post it unfinished at some point, amnesty-style.

15- What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m good at creating a dramatic scene! Or let’s put it this way: it’s what I enjoy the most when I write

16- What are your writing weaknesses?

I’d like to write longer, more committed stuff sometimes, but I find it very hard! I also think my prose is very commonplace, but it doesn't actually bother me.

17- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I avoid doing that at all costs. I either put a descriptive indicating they’re speaking another language, or I say the POV character can’t make it out. I don’t think it’s tacky and I don’t judge it in writing, I just don’t like doing it myself.

18- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien <3

19- What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

My dream is to write a Mediana/Ophélie fic for The Mirror Visitor, simply I think this ship is insanely hot and there was just one meager 155 word ficlet for it last time I checked! I have some notes for a fic but lost steam; maybe reading the English translation of those books will do the trick.

20- What's your favorite fic you've written?

I’m super fond of “A haunting”, one of my fics with the least amount of kudos... which I understand, because it really is one of those “I wrote this for myself but you can read it if you want to” cases—in terms of themes, characterization, style and format, corny quote at the beginning, etc, super indulgent. I really just had a lot of fun with it and it still touches me whenever I reread it, and I think the language and characterization are pretty solid! I like it a lot and I'm super proud of it :)

#actually I'm really fond and proud of my númenor fics in general... i also really like 'an account of the fall'#i think the quality of the writing there is above my usual technique-wise #and i think 'death of a lady' is still a very charming read if a little clumsy in parts #fic meme

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sasukimimochi · 2 years ago

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🏄🌅🐋 - @mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain (Surf, sunrise, whale)

Travelerji/Merxian AU (The Night We Met) - See the first seven prompts here.

The Night We Met - To Love the Sea

“I…I’m not so sure about this Wei Ying.” He swallowed, staring over the edge of the wooden board he was essentially using like a paddle board, keeping a separation between him and the deep water.

“It’s alright, I’ll be right here with you.” Wei Wuxian smiled, holding out a hand. “We won’t be diving, we’ll stay on the surface and just beneath.”

Lan Wangji swallowed nervously and finally gave a nod, sliding to the edge of the board and allowing his feet to dangle first before he slipped in, though still held onto the board.

“That’s it, It’s not so bad. Now, don’t freak out…they're coming now to filter feed.” Wei Wuxian smiled and pointed at the spotted dark mass swimming through the water. It was a whale shark!

Lan Wangji felt his heart jump into his throat, letting out a nervous breath as the dark mass swam along beside them, letting out a deep sound as its mouth skimmed the surface. “You’re sure it doesn't eat larger things than plankton and small fish…?”

Wei Wuxian chuckled and shook his head. “They’re not like any of the other sharks with big teeth. You can touch its side. Try it.” He touched it to demonstrate and was rewarded with another smaller sound as if it was greeting him. “This one is super talkative.”

The traveler swallowed and nodded, trying to build up some courage as they paddled along beside the large fish. Well, it also helped that Wei Wuxian had shifted his tail to match the beast, so it felt a little more comforting- like it wouldn’t attack its own kind or maybe it was because Wei Wuxian was here with him in general.

Lan Wangji closed his eyes tightly and reached out a hand, and finally, a calm washed over him as the skin moved under his fingers. It was much rougher than he expected, like sandpaper. “This is talkative…? Its skin is so much rougher than your tail.” Lan Wangji swam beside the whale shark, watching the little fish cling to its belly as much as he could from the surface.

“Most sharks don’t have the means to make noise. This is one of the reasons humans are scared of them so much…besides the teeth they usually have.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, “Sharks have terribly rough skin. You'd like petting a different fish I'm sure but we’ll work our way to faster-moving fish. Most big whales are docile but they tend to jump out of the water which can be dangerous if hanging out with them on the surface.”

Lan Wangji nodded dumbly and pulled his hand away, not wanting to rough up his hand too much. “It…doesn’t seem too scary. At least this one.”

Wei Wuxian beamed, “That’s good progress.” He swam around his companion and glanced at the sky, letting out a soft breath. “The sun is getting low. Do you have the courage to peek under the surface before we go back?”

“That’ll burn…”

Wei Wuxian paused and rubbed his chin in consideration. “True, you’re not used to salt water like me…here.” He lifted his hands and rubbed his thumbs lightly over the other’s eyelids, leaving a light shimmer over the other’s eyes.

“What’d you do?” Lan Wangji blinked after, resisting the urge to rub his eyes once the other had moved his hands.

“I gave your eyes a little protection! I can take it off once we get ashore.” Wei Wuxian smiled, gently tugging on the other’s hand. “No excuses now! Hurry, the sun is going to get too low!”

Lan Wangji nervously swallowed and nodded, taking a deep breath and dipping his head below the surface.

At first he was scrunching his eyes too tightly, but when he finally opened his eyes properly, he widened them in awe.

The sun’s light filtered through the ocean, golden rays shimmering through the deep blues in ways he hadn’t seen before. large schools of small fish turned their bodies and made a glimmering show, while other whale sharks skimmed the surface further away. Far off, he could hear the high and low trill of a whale song.

His favorite part though was to see Wei Wuxian swim in front of him and witness his tail shift in those shimmering blues, that he almost forgot he needed to breathe.

Why i decided to finish this instead of sleep is beyond me. also, i only just noticed that emoji was "sunrise" not sunset, i am sorry but it's too late LMAO i hope it's still good as is.

this is the sound i'm trying to reference in the ficlet from the whale shark.

Check out the art/extras for this and more MDZS Projects on my masterpost! ❤

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emerson-grimes-apologist · 7 months ago

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🍌Bananer🍌 headcanons

(aka stuff about Banana King, Banana Land, and Banana People)

This was inspired by something @downinmybeastheart posted, but the Banana King actually wasn't a pirate, but instead a sailor on a cargo ship that carried (among other things) a lot of bananas. The ship crashed off of Banana Land one day, and he washed up on the shore along with all the bananas on the ship, so the Banana People thought of him as sort of a god bringing them bananas.

(I might not include the stuff with the Banana Staff in my AU because it seems kind of... McGuffiny? Not explained that well? In which case, the Banana People just listen to him because they think he's a god.)

Bananas are he least favorite fruit (possibly his least favorite food in general?)

He's developed a way to synthesize rum out of bananas by letting them get so over-ripe that they get rotten and syrupy and then letting them grow mold so that they ferment. (He's given himself multiple diseases this way.)

He's become seriously unhinged from being away from society for so long. I read a fanfiction recently (Candle Cove: The Novel on fanfiction.net) where he actually captured the Laughingstock Crew so he could feed them to the Banana People, and I kind of dig it? Like for him to be chaotic like that, and for him to be a minor antagonist before joining the crew. (This is the ONLY thing I like about that fanfic's characterization of him because it also made him a pedo for some frickin reason. Seriously. Don't read it unless you're prepared for that.)

At first, he really hated the Banana People and being the Banana King, and when the Laughingstock Crew shows up, he still sort of does, but he's also inevitably formed a bond with the Banana People and cares about them somewhat. He's a bit sad to leave them (even though they killed him).

He's generally sometimey. Like one second he's one way but the next he's another way. Kind of unpredictable.

He's lost his filter and says the weirdest and most out-of-pocket things. (He sometimes acts as the crew's voice of reason because he's not afraid to tell the truth.)

The only reason the Laughingstocks still call him "the Banana King" is because he's been on Banana Land for so long that he doesn't remember his real name.

His role on the crew is literally just "ship ghost." He doesn't do any work!

JK, he actually sometimes works as a "seer," being able to use his dark magic to find hidden treasure and that kind of stuff.

He's actually a pretty skilled magician (he had a lot of time to practice magic living in Banana Land). But 90% of the time he just uses his powers for pranks and cheating at cards.

His being able to use magic makes me wonder if he's an Abyssian. Like I know some humans can use magic (e.g. Horace), but consider: what if he became a ghost because that's what happens to Abyssians if their body gets totally destroyed? Also it would explain how he survived in Banana Land for all those years (he didn't need to worry so much about food or water because it's not like he could have died from starvation or anything).

My voice claim for him (currently) is Murdoc from Gorillaz.

In my AU, Banana People don't look like regular people wearing giant banana peels, but instead look like octopuses, where the peeled-off parts are their tentacles. They would be sort of cute if they weren't 6 feet tall and didn't smell faintly of decomposing flesh. Also like octopuses, their mouths are in the middle of their tentacles. They got lots of teeth!

Banana Land actually didn't always have bananas! They only started growing there when Banana King's ship crashed and the bananas that washed ashore germinated. (He was about 30 when his ship crashed and about 70 when the Laughingstocks find him, so he crashed 40 years ago, which is enough time for banana trees to grow everywhere and for Banana Land to become known for having a lot of bananas.)

Banana People don't actually eat bananas (they're carnivores). The reason they like bananas so much is that they look exactly like them, so they consider them to be sacred. In a sense. (I'm not sure if they have a cohesive religion or if it's more like they just have a vague sense that bananas are special.)

This is part of the reason they regard Banana King as a god. Like, the first time they saw bananas was when he showed up, so it looked like an omen to them.

I'm not sure if the Banana People are sapient. They can sort of understand English, and they're smart enough to recognize Banana King as their leader, but I think that's as far as it goes.

#candle cove #banana king #headcanons #worldbuilding

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tanoraqui · 1 year ago

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20, 25, 28?

20. Share your favorite ending line

Unquestionably the end of Ch.5 of In Heart (I will write more of this in the coming year, I swear!!). I'd had this in my head since almost the start of the AU. Actually, lemme cheat and include the whole short scene. It's in the immediate wake, remember, of the disastrous assault on Angband in order to save Celegorm; Glaurung is slain but so is Curufin; Fëanor is weeping, Ard-Galen is aflame and lost, the Noldor are desperately retreating to what forts they can hold...and what led to this final scene began in Ch.3, and has only been alluded to since:

The cry of shocked elation went up first from the fishing rafts and daring pleasure boats which sailed closest to the Enchanted Isles. It spread around lonely Tol Eressëa, to the sailors and wanderers who hewed closer to shore. Familiar proud prows came into view and the cry flew across the channel to Alqualondë of the shining sands. It sped through the docks and beaches and raced up to the king’s palace in the cliffs. A familiar blond figure was the first to leap ashore with a glad shout, but many long-sundered kith and kin followed. (Two redheads had already quietly slipped away, to make their way to Mahtan’s house and wherever he might send them in search of his daughter.) All variety of fishing boats and pleasure crafts accompanied them. But pride of entrance to Alqualonde’s harbor was given to the flotilla of tall, storm-proven sails, decks still shedding the last notes of sleep-song, and beak-prows raised like they might join in the swift-erupting homecoming song, so loud and joyous that it echoed through Taniquetil itself. “The ships! The swanships! Findaráto has brought the ships back!”

25. What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.)

Usually GoogleDocs, so I can write on my phone as well as my laptop. Sometimes I bust out a pencil and journal just on principle, usually for short, independent things which I can write in one or two sittings without needing to reference other parts of a larger story.

28. How did you recharge between fics?

Deliberately take a day or two off from writing after I post something...or a longer break. Right now I'm taking a longer break, due to the inherent low energy mode of winter and the work + life stresses of the previous autumn. (Which I actually did, for the most part, keep writing during, because I needed the distraction while my energy was high and sometimes frustratingly useless. Now I'm recharging.)

#runawaymun #ask meme #my fic

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violetsiren90 · 10 months ago

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Beacons Ashore

(A What the Moon Saw Drabble)

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends; new friendship; angst and fluff; Yoongi POV

Summary: A few months after first stumbling across you in his favorite spot, Yoongi finds himself at the hideaway ledge on a night in March.

Content Warnings: PG, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; minor injuries and allusions to domestic violence; allusions to minors smoking cigarettes; sad birthday boy; first aid; sweet beginnings

Author's note: Just a quick birthday drabble in honor of Yoongi and my favorite fic couple. It's exactly 1000 words! Short and sweet. A Yoongi POV. 💕

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! Yoongi certainly loves you, and I do too! 🧜‍♀️💜

The moon watched Yoongi shift impatiently where he sat.

He wasn't waiting for you.

This was his spot, after all - you had stolen it. Intruded. You kept insisting that it was very possible that you had in fact found it first, and that the both of you had simply never retreated to the little nook in the cliffside on the same night until that night, last year, but Yoongi found the notion highly improbably.

It wasn't that he would ever complain that you were now part of his nightly reprieves more often than not. You weren't noisy or bothersome, and always brought cozy blankets and oatmeal crème cakes you were willing to share. You were easy to talk to, when there were words, and when there were none, your silence was easy as well - a peaceful companion in the darkness like the crash of the waters below.

It was a Tuesday, and you were always here on Tuesdays. Your mother was gone playing bunco and your father was...working late. Yoongi shifted again where he sat, tossing a pebble over the lip of the ledge. He hadn't been able to lift any cigarettes tonight, not after the incident with the soup. His stomach rumbled. Yoongi held himself around the middle and stared out at the water shimmering under the chilly, pale yellow light of the March moon.

He wasn't waiting for you.

He wasn't.

And then little scuffling noises from above found him springing to his feet and leaning over the railing to see you tottering down the steps wearing a backpack and carrying a flannel blanket in your arms that nearly obscured the front of you with its bundled mass. Yoongi hopped over the rail and trotted up the stairs to take the blanket and the backpack while you clambered over the railing to reach the ledge.

You were so tiny that you had to drop to the ground after pushing your tummy off the bar. It made Yoongi smile to himself. He wished you weren't so cute, like a tiny little bear in your puffy coat and Ugg boots. If you weren't so endearing he could begrudge you for setting up camp in this little corner of his life.

Yoongi didn't let people in, it was easier that way. People thought they wanted to get to know him, sure...but people always overestimated themselves. People were soft, ignorant idiots who recoiled when they discovered the ugly, messy truth his life, quietly excusing themselves from his association thereafter.

That's why when you asked him what had happened to his hands, he lied.

"I fell."

It wasn't exactly a lie. He had fallen. When his mother had shoved him out the door and locked it behind him, screaming for him to go, to run, while she took the blows meant for him, he had fallen.

Your eyes dropped to his scraped knees. Yoongi tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. The innocence of your knitted brow seemed to ask why he was always bleeding. Under his jacket the soft skin of Yoongi's tummy burned from the scalding overturned bowl of seaweed soup. Suddenly, he wanted to run away - but he was already where he'd end up if he did.

You watched Yoongi's eyes dart over your face. You watched his foot scrape back over the stone of the ledge. You huffed and stuck your legs out in front of you in a little V, pulling your backpack into your lap. It was almost as big as you were.

Yoongi's heart squeezed in spite of the pulse rushing in his ears.

Cute. Damn it.

You plunged your arm in past the zipper of the bag and pulled out a little white box, setting it between your legs and glancing back up at him to pat the ground beside you. Yoongi raised an eyebrow skeptically, but you tilted your head to the side and raised your own brows in a way he had quickly learned meant he better just cooperate.

He sat down beside you, his back to the cold rock and his knees drawn up to his chest. You shoved your backpack aside and skootched in next to him, cracking open the plastic lid of the box to reveal the contents of a first-aid kit. Yoongi's heart squeezed again.

You peeled open an alcohol pad and warned that it would hurt. He scoffed, then clenched his jaw to keep from yelping when you gently patted the cool wet pad over the bloodied knees peeking through the rips in his jeans. Then you pursed your little lips and leaned in to blow on his skin. What on earth that was supposed to do to help Yoongi hadn't the faintest notion, but he did know that your small, gentle touches were taking up enough space in his mind to push away everything else.

You stretched a bandage over one knee. It was white with bright pink hearts and tiny pictures of Hello Kitty. Absolutely garish, and the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

"It's my birthday," Yoongi blurted out, surprising himself with his own words.

You drew back and blinked at him.

"I..." he mumbled, reaching for something to justify the sudden revelation, "I'm thirteen."

You turned away to rummage in your bag again. Yoongi was kicking himself for being such a weirdo, and he stood again to go, when you turned back with something in your hands. You looked up at him with a silly grin, holding an unwrapped oatmeal crème cake with a Q-tip from the first aid kit stabbed like a candle in its soft center.

"Got a light?" you asked, teasingly.

He reached out and gingerly took the little confection in his battered palms, pulling a weathered Zippo from his jacket pocket.

The moon watched as he lit the the little cotton swab.

It watched him shush you as you tried to sing to him then mush the snack cake against your face when you wouldn't stop.

From far up and away in the cold March sky, the moon saw Yoongi begin to glow at your side - long after the make-shift candle had been blown out.

-Fin-

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andorerso · 2 years ago

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Just read your AU about pirates and both Cassian and Jyn washing ashore a deserted island and my mind went straight to my current favorite song, Kelly Time by Owl City, because this verse reminded me of them:

We both washed up on that island, all alone without a friend Thinkin' you and I were gonna die there, and that would be the end But as the weeks turned into months, I saw you overcome your fears And as we became companions, all those months turned into years When we would talk and talk for hours You would make sure I felt heard 'Cause you knew what I was sayin' though I never said a word

omg that does sound eerily perfect for that au! exactly what I had in mind.... we found the theme song, people!

#replies #wandrenowle #pirate au #thank you for sending <3

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destinyinthemoonlight · 7 months ago

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The Songs in the Silence

Summary: Destiny Faust grew up with loving parents, a big family, and everything she could ever dream. After her family is killed in an accident, she finds a picture of her mom and a mysterious man that leads her to a journey of finding herself as decades old secrets come to light. Destiny ends up in Forks, WA with her belongings and an array of emotions about getting to know her biological father. While getting to know her new family and grieving those she’s lost is hard enough, throw in meeting a handsome doctor with a heart of gold and Destiny is in over her head.

A/N: this is a work in progress of a work in progress. I have about 8 drafts of this story and continually scrap and rebuild. The scenes I’ve written are good and cute and I love them but not all of them fit as I perfect the plot, characters and themes. I figured they’d be fun to put out into the world (and get them out of my notes!!!) as I continue to write. To me, this story is about learning to live with your grief, grieving those who aren’t who you thought they were, finding yourself after trauma, fear of loving someone new and losing them, and all of the other bumps and bruises that come with falling in love. I hope you love Ashore as much as I do <3

Outtakes

Stargazing

Summary: Carlisle wakes up Destiny in the middle of the night to stargaze, their favorite thing to do

Destiny in Volterra

Summary: dark!AU, Destiny alludes to her opinion on the Volturi’s diet with Caius as he questions her marriage.

Blurbs

Dancing with no music

Meet the Characters

Destiny Faust

Jessie <no last name yet>

Playlist

Why Ashore?

This is all under construction as I write and rewrite the actual story and flesh out more details and throw away pieces I loved before. Please check back if you want to know more or keep updated. Xoxo, Mads

#carlisle cullen #twilight #twilight fanfiction #carlisle cullen fanfiction #ashore masterlist #project: ashore #Destiny Faust #the songs in the silence #ashore

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the-feels-assassin · 1 year ago

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Okay my re-read list (this doesn't include anything I read for the first time on this go-through, just the re-reads, also this isn't even all of them lol):

Washed Ashore by @kat-har. For when what you really need is 200k of phlint perfection plus chickens. Phil is a hermit, and an Avenger washes up on the shore of his island. In which Phil and Clint fall in love, there are chickens, a perfect use of Skye and Kate Bishop, and a climax that is like can't-put-it-down gripping!

Hollow Your Bones Like A Bird by scifigrl47. For when what you want is to CRY. To weep ACTUAL TEARS on an airplane in front of GOD AND EVERYONE. This deals with the direct aftermath of Phil's death, and Clint thinking Phil is dead, and once again YOU WILL CRY ACTUAL TEARS. And yes, Phil is alive in the end, but that doesn't eradicate the thousands of words where Clint thought he was dead.

Taking Things Slowly. For a quick fun read, where Clint thinks they're dating and Phil thinks they're not.

Agent and Hawkeye's Epic Romance by potentiality_26. A short one from Tony's POV, where TONY thinks Clint and Phil are dating!

Catch Your Voice by lavvyan. Clint falls in love with Phil's voice before he ever even meets the man, and the moment when Clint meets Phil in person is PERFECTION.

Wish That I'd Taken More Photographs by Serenitala. Clint's not just a good shot with a bow, but also a camera. And inexplicably he has more pictures of Phil than anyone. Short and sweet.

Dreams and Circus Crowds by Selenay. There aren't many full-up AUs on here but this is one. Clint is still in the circus, and Phil is an accountant. I can't even describe what it is about this fic, but something about Phil seeing the magic of the circus, and Clint seeing the magic of him, it's just *chef's kiss.* Like this fic isn't haunting but it haunts me. I just think about it randomly, the imagery of Clint in the circus and how he just perfectly upends Phil's life. Perfection.

I would Tear Apart the World (Just to Get to You) by gwynhefar. Phil Coulson is MIA and SHIELD has given up. In which Clint goes AWOL, takes on his Ronin identity, and burns it all down to find Phil.

A Bureaucratic Nightmare by cooper_west. In which Phil is not an agent of SHIELD but rather the head of finance at SHIELD. He somehow still finds himself on an op with Clint and Natasha anyway, and is still the badass we all know and love, just differently.

Wasn't Born a Beauty Queen (But I'm Okay with That) by thatdamneddame. This is one of my all-time favorite phlint fics. It's a gender swap Phil Coulson, and it's perfect and amazing and beautiful and I love it.

Do you ever just get in a mood and re-read every Clint/Coulson fic in existence?

#phlint #recommendations #Phil Coulson #Clint Barton

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Sex On Fins | Domino Twins x Reader

Mermen AU part 1/3

This miniseries will be the last writing I post since I can't write anymore, I only have a talent for so long before it fades. It's probably my favorite thing that I've written, hence why I saved it for last. I wish I could've written more for this because I love this concept and the characters, but alas good things never last. I created this a long time ago with the premise of the domino twins being horny maniacs but make them mermen. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little three part series and farewell. ❤️❤️

Summary: Fives and Echo are twin merman brothers in their pod, living in the waters around a practically unknown island. The two are known for mischief and their high sex drive. What will happen when the horny twins find a beautiful woman washed ashore on their island?

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: mentions of sex, flirting, innuendos, mischief, cluelessness about women, mermen anatomy, no clonecest don't worry

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Echo swam leisurely through the coral of the reef, inspecting the damage. Luckily, the storm last night hadn't disturbed too much underwater; it was the surface they had to make sure wasn't damaged. Which he would get to as soon as his inspection partner arrived.

Echo relaxed on the sandy seafloor. The crystal clear waters were only around nine feet deep here and he admired the way the sun's rays reflected off the shiny, royal blue scales of his tail. He had a sleek form with one powerful fluke. Entirely a royal blue with white spots in a line down his sides, his fluke was a slightly darker shade of blue with white stripes. He had his head resting on one arm while his other hand traced the handprint tattoo on his right pectoral. He sighed, the gills on his neck flaring out in exasperation. He rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the water and enjoying the quiet before it would undoubtedly be interrupted.

Not even three minutes later, he felt something tickling his nose. Echo shook his head and batted at whatever it was. “Cut it out,” he said. He knew who it was, he pushed himself up and into mid-water, glaring at the chuckling merman.

Speak of the devil.

“About time,” Echo scolded. “Where were you?” Fives laughed and shook his head. “Busy,” he said with a smirk. Echo noticed the maroon splotches on his brother's neck. “Seriously, you made me wait fifteen extra minutes because you couldn’t keep your dick in?” Echo sassed. Fives rolled his eyes playfully and started swimming, with Echo close behind him. “You’re just pent up because you haven’t had a good dicking down in months,” Fives jested. “I know that, but unlike you I want to have some kind of connection, not just fuck anybody who’s willing,” Echo said. Fives just shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

They swam towards the beach and as Fives swam ahead of him, Echo saw the scratch marks on Fives’ back. His brother’s tail looked almost identical to his in size and shape, but rather Fives had white stripes on both his sides going the opposite way his scales went and grey stripes on his fluke. They were twins and their human half’s looked exactly the same, save for Fives’ number five tattoo on his right temple, and his beard.

It took almost no time for them to get near the beach, they surfaced and looked around. “It looks fine from here, should we circle around before heading upstream?” Fives suggested. Echo nodded and they both submerged. The island that their pod surrounded was sacred and no humans ever came near it, it was an ungodly distance out at sea in the middle of nowhere. It was shocking that some ships even stumbled upon it. Fives and Echo were young mermen, they had only seen humans once before in real life and seen the images in books. The patriarchs made sure no humans stepped foot on the island.

Their perimeter search turned up no damages. “Should we venture up the river now?” Fives asked. He didn’t wait for an answer and started to swim away when Echo grabbed his arm. “Wait,” he said, “Do you see that?” Fives followed his brother’s gaze to the beach, seeing something sprawled out in the sand, half in and half out of the water. “Octopus? You know they like to haul out on the beach from time to time, crazy buggers,” Fives remarked. “I don’t think so, it’s too big,” Echo said, staring at the object. “Well, should we go investigate?” Once again Fives didn’t wait for Echo’s reply, diving under and swimming to the beach.

Fives stopped swimming the second he caught sight of the half that was in the water. He held out his arm to stop Echo. “Look.” Echo looked up and saw it too. Two separate appendages stuck into the water. “That can’t be right,” he said. The both of them looked at each other before swimming closer. The water got shallow enough where they could sit on their bent tails and keep their heads above the water. Fives’ eyes widened and Echo gasped. They’d never seen anything like it before. It looked similar to the images of humans they had seen in their study texts but this one was different, so it couldn’t be the same species.

Fives scooted himself through the sand, closer to the creature to see better. It had hair of a (H/C) color and (S/C) skin, it’s face was smaller than their own and softer. Looking over its body, it was also smaller than them and had lumps protruding from its chest. The entire thing was covered with a strange looking and colorful second skin of some sort. It was alive, they could see the chest rising and falling slowly. They had no clue as to what it was.

“It’s beautiful,” Fives said, eyes glued to the creature. Echo had also pulled himself closer on the creature’s other side and couldn’t help but reach out and gently poke it with a finger. It shifted and Fives jumped, whipping his head back to look at Echo with a scowl. “What the hell are you doing?” He whispered. “I was curious,” Echo replied, unbothered. “I think it’s asleep.” Fives’ shoulders sagged in relief. “Then don’t wake it up,” Fives still whispered. He sighed. “What is it? And how did it get here?” Echo shrugged. “I have no idea,” he said, “do you think it was a result of the storm?”

“Right, like these things just fall from the sky,” Fives joked. Echo reached across the creature and whacked his brother on the arm. “Hey, you know as much as me,” Echo scoffed. Fives couldn’t resist a touch of his own and prodded the creature’s cheek. “Do you think we ought to wake it up?” He asked. Echo’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding, and risk it seeing us?” “We need to know what it is,” Fives reckoned, “aren’t you fascinated by it?” It was Echo’s turn to sigh. He looked at the creature’s face and a smile slowly formed on his. “It is stunning,” he said, brushing a few strands of hair out of it’s face.

“Do you think we could wake it up and dive back in before it sees us? That way we can watch it and see what it does,” Fives suggested. Echo smirked and nodded. They slid back into the water as much as they could, to make for an easy getaway. “How do we do this?” Echo wondered. Fives reached out to touch it but Echo grabbed his hand. “Don’t just whack it,” he scolded. Fives dropped his hand and Echo reached out instead.

Echo nudged one of the creature's lower limbs and braced to dive backwards to safety. But the creature didn't move. "Uh, what now?" Fives said with a blank stare. Echo nudged it again, still nothing, he bumped it a little harder and still the creature made no reaction. "Damn, it must have been knocked out," Fives wagered. He reached out and grabbed it's limb shaking it a little. They heard it take a deep breath but otherwise, nothing. Fives sighed, "C'mon, wake up." He shook it a little harder and it sharply pulled the limb out of Fives' grasp.

The twins panicked and dove backwards, loud splashing accompanying their movements. They swam a decent distance away before surfacing, just the tops of their heads and their eyes poking out of the water. They exchanged curious glances. They had succeeded as they watched the creature slowly sit up in the sand. It shook its head and stood up, wobbling a little.

"It's got to be some sub-species of human," Fives said, "it's got so many similarities."

The creature looked around and removed something from it's shoulders before walking up the beach. It bent over and grabbed something, hoisting it onto it’s back and looking around once more before walking along the beach. Fives looked at Echo and motioned in the same direction. Echo nodded and they began following it as it walked.

“Where do you think it’s going?” He asked. “The river mouth is up ahead, it’ll follow the river if it knows what’s good for it,” Fives replied. The twins watched and, sure enough, the creature slowed when it saw the small river flowing out from the jungle. They watched as it stuck a hand into the water and brought it to its mouth, it glanced upstream and started walking into the foliage. The brothers shared another glance and both dove, planning to head upstream and follow the creature.

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“You know we shouldn’t be letting this thing on our island,” Echo said with a sly smirk. “I know,” Fives gushed, “that’s what makes it so fun.” They both snickered. The twins had been following the creature at a distance for nearly twenty minutes, all it had really done was walk and look around. It was smart though as it always stayed near the river and avoided touching the dangerous flora spotted around the jungle.

It finally stopped walking half a mile down from the waterfall in a clear open area along the rocky banks of the river. It shrugged the large pack off it’s back and laid it on the ground, looking around and surveying its surroundings. Fives’ curiosity overwhelmed his rational mind and he swam right up to the flat rock ledge of the river. Echo hesitantly followed him but stayed underwater. Fives chanced a look at the creature and saw it about fifteen feet away, removing things from its bag.

Echo tapped Fives on his tail and he quietly submerged. “What’s it doing?” He asked. “Looks to be staying,” Fives replied. “Should we say hello?” Echo at first thought it sounded like a bad idea, but the creature seemed harmless, it was also pretty and all alone. “Just don’t scare it,” he warned. Fives winked at his brother before breaking the surface again. The river was decently deep and flowed slowly through this section, it was peaceful.

Fives rested his crossed arms on the smooth, flat rock ledge and watched the creature with a smile on his face. It had its back to him and was in the middle of tying something to one of the trees. He looked it up and down, checking it out, he wished he knew more about it or even what it was.

“Hello,” he said.

The creature screamed and spun around, looking for the source of the noise, it’s fists up in front of it. Fives chuckled, it was a skittish little thing. “Over here.” It spun around, facing the river and finally seeing him. Fives knew it couldn’t see much of him only from the shoulders up as the rest was hidden in the water. He smiled, “hello.” The creature looked shocked out of its skin as it stared at him, unmoving.

“Who the hell are you?” It spoke, it must be a little scared as it’s voice shook. Echo heard the creature scream and knew his brother must have scared it, he rolled his eyes and surfaced. The creature took a step back when it saw Echo and it’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two.

“I’m Fives, this is my brother Echo.” He motioned next to him as he felt Echo take up the same position on the ledge as him. “We’re not going to hurt you,” Echo assured with a smile. The creature seemed to relax a bit, “What are you?” It asked curiously. “I want to ask you the same question,” Fives said. It looked confused now and Echo giggled, whatever this was it was cute. “I, I don’t get it,” it voiced, “how did you get here?”

Fives and Echo exchanged mischievous looks, coming to the same conclusion without having to speak. They looked back at the creature and both raised their tails out of the water behind them, revealing their identity. It looked even more shocked than before and the brothers stared at it with doe eyes.

“There’s no way…” it whispered, “mermen are only myths…”

“Not here they’re not,” Fives said with a chuckle. “Don’t we look tangible to you,” Echo teased lightly. It’s expression turned apprehensive. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” Both brothers laughed. “Only if you want us to,” Fives said. The creature looked afraid. Echo nudged his brother as a warning. “He doesn’t mean eat in the traditional sense,” Echo cleared up. The creature seemed to realize what he meant, it’s expression turned uncomfortable as it realized why the mermen had been staring with sultry eyes and using a low tone of voice.

“May we know what you are now?” Echo asked. “You guys have never seen a human before?” It questioned right back. “We’ve seen humans before, they looked like us but with legs,” Fives replied. “We’ve never seen one like you,” Echo said, tilting his head like a curious animal. “You mean you’ve never seen a woman before?” Fives pushed himself up a little more on the ledge. “Is that what you are?” He asked in awe. It nodded with an amused look on it’s face. “Yes, I’m a woman. My name’s (Y/N),” it said. “I wonder if she is like the mermaids our patriarchs go to mate with,” Echo addressed his brother. “Yes, I’m the human version of a mermaid,” it laughed. “What’re you doing here?” Fives asked.

“I was part of a scenic boat tour. When the storm hit yesterday, I was thrown overboard,” she explained. “I grabbed onto a piece of debris, made sure I had my backpack and was lucky for my life jacket. I guess I just floated here.” She stood up and grabbed the rope she had been tying to the tree. “I’m a survival guide.”

The brothers nodded as she explained. “Wondrous you ended up here,” Fives flirted, “You’re beautiful.” The woman blushed and looked at her hands as she wound up the rope. “I don’t suppose you know a way off the island,” she wondered. “Eager to leave us already, sweetheart?” Echo smirked, “we like you.” She laughed again and shook her head in disbelief. “You two are quite the charmers, aren’t you?” Fives winked, confirming her statement. “Well, if there’s no immediate way off then I’ll have to stay here until I can think or make some way off this island,” she resumed wrapping the cord around the tree. “You said you could survive here, right?” Echo questioned.

She nodded. “Yes, I survive and teach others to survive for a living. I’ll be fine.” “Good,” Echo said happily, “the river is freshwater and there’s fruit trees farther in the jungle, just don’t get lost. We can bring you food too, fish are easy to catch for us.” Fives nodded along with his brother’s words. “Thank you,” she said, “what were your names again?” “I’m Fives,” he tapped the tattoo on his temple, “and this is my twin brother, Echo.” She nodded and smiled at both of them. “Thank you both.”

“We’ll come back tomorrow, it’ll be sunset soon and we need to find any information our pod has on women,” Fives said. “Have a good night, cyar’ika. Be safe up here,” Echo bid with a wink. She smiled and watched them dive under. What a day this had been.

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“Are you finding anything?” Echo asked. “Nothing since those two I handed you earlier,” Fives replied. The twins had snuck into an underwater cave holding numerous old mer and human texts alike. The books were full of information and they were hoping they could find something on human women, they wanted to understand their new friend better.

“Supposing we find out what we want to know, we have to get her to trust us before we-”

“Echo!” Fives scolded. “What do you take me for?” Echo closed the book he’d been reading. “Fives, we’re twins. You cannot tell me you looked at her and didn’t think about fucking her,” Echo said bluntly. “Of course I did, but we don’t know how, and we need her consent,” Fives countered. “Why do you think we’re looking through this stuff,” Echo scoffed, “We need to find out how her body works.”

“I’m working on it,” Fives said.

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Fives swam ahead of Echo the next morning, earning his brother’s frustration since he wasn’t normally the one to wake up early. It was only a few hours after sunrise but Fives wanted to get a head start. While Echo stayed in the shallows collecting enough clams to actually make a meal out of, Fives stole a couple from his brother’s leather shoulder bag and took off upstream. Swimming to the same spot as they found the woman yesterday, he saw her kneeling on the ledge, her hands in the river collecting water. Fives smirked mischievously as he got an idea. He surfaced right in front of her with a splash and a smile. She yelped and jumped backwards in surprise, landing on her butt and spilling her water.

Fives laughed at her reaction. “Good morning, cyar’ika,” he greeted. She recovered from her scare and stood up, brushing off the seat of her pants. “Morning, Fives,” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “You do remember my name,” he said gleefully. “I brought you food.”

He set the clams down on the ledge and grabbed a sharp pointed rock from nearby. He could see her watching him out of the corner of his eye, he expertly cracked open the clam and removed the top shell. He held it out to her in his open palm. “Here,” he said. He saw her hesitation as she looked at him and his gift. “They’re good,” he added. “I know, I’ve had them before,” she told him, “I just...I don’t…” Fives smirked devilishly. “You don’t trust me, sweetheart? It’s ok, I don’t bite, hard.”

She still looked apprehensive but took a few steps closer. Fives looked at her with kind eyes, his smile now turned soft. She walked closer, taking a few more steps, starting to kneel down. Fives pulled his hand slowly back towards him the closer she got, leading her to the ledge. “C’mon,” he mumbled, keeping eye contact. It seemed she was almost transfixed by him, unable to look away. Fives lured her until he no longer had his arm outstretched, she was kneeling and leaning close. He felt her fingers start to lift the clam from his hand and her face was only a couple feet away from his.

In the blink of an eye and with a sharp kick of his tail, Fives was pushed up out of the water towards her, planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth. She startled backwards once again, sprawling out in the dirt looking shocked and mildly horrified. Fives sunk back into the water with the clam still in his hand, laughing and smiling like a love struck teenager. There was a small splash next to him and Echo broke the surface of the water.

“Fives, I told you not to scare her,” he reprimanded. He had witnessed the event from a little ways downstream and came to her rescue. Echo pulled the bag off his shoulder and tossed it as far onto the land as possible. “There should be enough in there to last you until nighttime.” She stood up again and snatched the bag off the ground, retreating to her bed hanging between the two trees. She sat trying to figure out how to get it open with no tools when Fives tossed her the rock he had used and walked her through the easier way to get the crustacean open.

“Do you think if we help you that you can stay here for a while?" Echo suddenly asked. She looked up from her food. “Not like I have much choice,” she said, “but I think so. I’ve gotten good at surviving with little resources.” Echo smiled adoringly. “Good, because we like having you around.” “Our lives are boring and we could both use a friend,” Fives added. She smirked. “Well, you know where I’ll always be.”

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“Fives, give those back!”

He twirled the piece of fabric around on his finger, taunting her from the middle of the river where she couldn’t reach him. “But I’m not done with them,” he joked. “I swear to everything that is holy, give me back my clothes!” She shouted, laughing at the end. She was trying not to laugh, the situation wasn’t funny and Fives was being an ass. “How do these even go on anyways?” Fives questioned holding up the garment and inspecting it. “Doesn’t matter, give me back my panties,” she said, reaching out towards him.

It had been a little over two weeks since (Y/N) had been stranded on the island. Since she met Echo and Fives they had spent a lot of time together. The twins would visit and bring breakfast from the ocean while (Y/N) brought fruits, vegetables and other food items she had gathered. They would eat together, the boys in the water and her on land, then part ways to get work done until evening when they’d come together again for dinner. Sometimes on bright nights they would watch the stars and share tales and facts about their separate species.

(Y/N) got to know the twins quite well and enjoyed having them around. They were annoying at times but kind, caring, and adorable. They both had endearing personalities and she found herself growing quite fond of them, despite their habit for mischief at her expense. They were often bored and that made them even more playful. They liked to tease her and steal quick touches to her hands or arms. They always remained curious, sometimes taking things and messing with them. She would notice something go missing after she set it near the water, it would be gone for a day or two before turning back up. This was the case with her panties that she had washed and set on the rocky ledge to dry when Fives decided to swipe them. She had caught him trying to return them and now he wasn’t giving them back, inquiring as to what they were.

"If I give them back, will you show me how they work?"

She scoffed. “Sure, fine, whatever. Just give them back.” Fives swam towards her appearing to be returning her panties and she retreated from the edge a little bit. Just as Fives got to the ledge and the garment was within her reach, he flung it over his shoulder. She grabbed for them but missed as Fives raised his fluke out of the water and her panties caught on the one of the tips of his tail. She sighed in defeat and Fives giggled.

“You’re annoying,” she said. Fives knew she didn’t mean it, the look in her eyes told him as much. “You still like me though,” he said, reaching up to touch her face. She caught his hand half way and held it in hers. “I do,” she said, “but I also need those.” He brought her hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her fingers. His face suddenly turned sour and he shouted a ‘hey’ over his shoulder.

Echo swam next to Fives and handed (Y/N) her panties that he had snatched off of Fives’ tail. “Thank you, Echo,” she said with a smile. Fives glared at his brother while she went to hang her clothing to dry. “You know, you’re always the one to get on her good side and do everything right,” Fives ranted to his twin, “why can’t I-”

“Fives, calm down. Here,” she searched in her bag and pulled something out. She joined the brothers sitting down on the ledge in front of them and producing a small quartz dolphin figurine. “If you want something of mine, you can have this,” she said, handing it to Fives. He took it and inspected it in his hand, fond of the item already. “It’s a good luck charm,” she explained. “Thank you cyar’ika, I love it,” he said with a smile. “We do however have a question.” He looked to Echo as if telling him to ask her. “Will we ever see you wearing those?” Echo asked with a suggestive look in his eyes. She chuckled. “If you’re lucky.”

“Well then, good thing I have this now,” Fives said twirling the dolphin around in his hand. “I know I speak for both of us when I say we want to see you wearing absolutely nothing.” She looked down at her lap, her entire face blushing. Echo reached out and traced circles on her knee. “Trust me, cyare. We always find a way of getting what we want.”

#star wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper echo x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #merman au

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