#were selkies with stolen skins

[newkatzkafe2023]

Ahhhh I'm sorry if I already asked this but I forgot and got anxious about it (○.○)

Could you do one with the Wukongs x Selkie reader? If you don't know, selkies are seals who take a human form by shedding their sealskin, and if their sealskin gets stolen, they can't return to the sea and have to stay humans until their sealskin is returned (I don't think any of the Wukongs would do that tho)

Aghhhhg thank you so much sorry if I already asked this!!!!!!!

Yes I do know what a Selkie is and they are so adorable😍 also you don't know the Wukongs very well do you😑

(Lmk Wukong) OMG🤩🤩🤩 he saw you on the beach and never squealed so hard in his whole immortal life. God you are the cutest thing ever especially with how curious, Social and Friendly you are. He can't control himself at all, then one day he found that you have a half naked sea monkey form and well he was in no rush for you to leave. Oh you need your skin back??? but you just got here, It's totally not in his closet underlocking key or something that will be ridiculous😅.

(HIB Wukong) He found you sniffing Luier's face and bouncing with Silly girl. uhhh, ok???🤨🤨🤨 but what surprised him the most was your sea monkey form, and suddenly, he found himself blushing at your naked form. Although you clearly weren't a threat, so he couldn't really find a reason for you to leave oh you want him to hold your skin while you play with the kids. Ok but opps he totally misplaced Don't worry we'll find it soon in the meantime just go home with him😏😈

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh a land monkey, so that's what one would look like you thought as you sniffed and frisk a Blushing annoyed Wukong, and Wukong thoughts were who is this chubby monkey with very dead skin And why does she smell like the ocean??? In otherwords your both very curious about one another, and it's kinda cute. Wukong can see you're clearly not a threat, to anyone not even yourself but he does get worried about your naive curiosity which is why he's holding on to your skin until further notice😤.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh he Definitely thinks you're adorable, all innocent and chubby but in your sea monkey form your a thick bimbo. Now I see him as the only one who has some knowledge on what exactly you are and your fables and legends. I mean your not the most dangerous creatures but you are normally difficult to catch, but don't worry he'll make sure nobody takes advantage of you just as long as you give up your skin😇

(Netflix Wukong) He's baffled like what is he looking at here😧??? It has never seen anything like you before. Although you are an adorable squishy and it makes you non-threatening but your sea monkey body. Oh my that's something to get use too especially when your just as naked as he is, but your friendly and social nature makes you easy to get along with and he wants you to stay with him. He just has to figure out how to get your skin🤫

(BMW Wukong) Out of all the people you follow around it had to be him, seriously your luck your cute. Don't take anything to heart though he has totally knowledgeable about your Species and how he can keep you around him. He keeps your skin well taken care off and well hidden especially after seeing your thick sea monkey thighs he would be an idiot to let you slip from him😳

(Destined one) Cuddle parties 🥳 are mandatory when it comes to the two of you. With your big chubby body and his warm fur you guys are a match made in heaven, and he secretly makes fun games and puzzles for you to solve since you love spending time playing with him. Their were even times where you would get sad whenever you have to leave him and it breaks his heart too, until he found out about the value of your skin. To this day you keep misplacing your skin and whenever you ask him All he does is shrug his shoulders while hiding your folded skin neatly behind him.

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[britany1997]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours

Paul x GN Selkie Reader

Paul x creature partner is my favvvv, think he would be so cute with a selkie reader🥰🥰 hope y’all love this! Not sure if there will be more yet but I plan to keep it fluffy regardless:)

(Also Paul is on the Santa Carla ocean conservation board because of Fishy, so he’s an advocate for all sea creatures🥹)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be nude a couple times because in selkie lore, they are when they shed their seal skin🤷🏻‍♀️ (readers body not described)

follow up blurb

Paul’s teeth tore into the skin of some asshole’s neck. He was sure at one point he’d known his name, but after an endless night of sharing joints, it was long forgotten.

Paul wasn’t picky about his blood, but stoners were his filet mignon. They had a sweet and spicy flavor, and they always left him with a buzz.

This one was yummy, but he’d been insufferable. He wore a scarf and wire rimmed glasses he didn’t need, he was a philosophy major who’d met both of his girlfriends in his gender studies class, and ten minutes into their conversation, he’d explained to Paul that it was actually pronounced “Van Goff” and not “Van Go.” Paul had quickly moved him from his smoke circle list to his dinner list.

As he sucked the last drops out of Mr. Pretentious, Paul let his body fall to the sandy ground underneath the boardwalk.

He checked his watch, there was still time before sunrise. Paul couldn’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his night then ride out his high on the beach.

Dwayne seemed to like it after all.

Paul snuck away from his dumping grounds and began to stumble towards the shore.

He paused, rubbing his eyes.

He had to be hallucinating, because reclining on the sand was the most attractive person he’d ever seen in his unlife…

…totally naked. God what was in that weed.

He rubbed his eyes again. You were still there.

So this was why Dwayne loved the beach so much.

You were radiant. Alluring in a way that made Paul swear he’d dreamed you up. No person was that perfect. He was over the moon instantly.

A look of pure determination washed over his face as he desperately tried to conjure the words to speak to you. He scowled as he thought this would have been a lot easier if he was sober.

After a few minutes, he realized he’d better come up with something quick because he’d been fumbling around behind you for an almost unacceptable amount of time.

Just as he was about to approach you, he watched you shiver as a cool breeze blew past. Your arms crossed over yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to keep warm.

Paul softened. He may have been a bloodthirsty, vicious vampire. But dammit, he was also a gentle man.

His eyes scanned the shore until they landed on a sleek leather coat.

Paul strode to your side and picked up the coat, smoothing it out a little.

You whirled around, fear blooming in your chest at the sight of a strange man holding your coat, your only escape to the ocean.

But instead of keeping the coat for himself, he flashed you a warm smile and held it out to you.

“You must be freezing,” he said, maintaining impressive eye contact as your naked body graced the sand.

Your jaw dropped. You’d heard many horror stories from elder selkies about the cruel and savage human men who would hunt down stunning selkies, only to take their coats and lock them away. Confining the selkies to the land, and shackling them to the men who’d stolen from them.

The captured selkies would be forced to live as humans while their hearts ached desperately for the world beneath the water.

You’d met some of your kind who’d suffered this terrible fate and escaped, but some you knew had never returned.

But this sweet, handsome man, he was giving you your coat? You’d never heard of such a kind human man.

You took the coat from his hands, half expecting him to yank it back, but he didn’t, he let you take it. “Thank you,” you uttered reverently, folding the coat over your arms.

“No problem baby,” his smile widened, “what’s a babe like you doing out here so late?”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I- I’m not a baby,” you told him. You had thought you looked like any regular adult human in this form.

Paul’s eyes widened, “oh uh, no sorry that’s not what I meant,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s like uh…well you know it’s a nickname.”

He was wayyy to high for this.

“Nick…name?” You rubbed your temples, “but my name is not nick…” you trailed off, confused.

Paul’s head was pounding. “No, sugar, it’s like um…it’s like a nice thing to call someone you know?”

Your face flashed with something Paul thought resembled understanding as you nodded slowly.

“Damn babe, you from outer space or somethin?” He asked, only half-joking.

“No,” you replied.

“Mkay,” he shrugged, hey he had secrets too, one of them was currently decomposing under the boardwalk.

He noticed your shoulders shake before realizing the coat was still in your arms, “you’re not gonna put that on sweetheart?” he asked.

Your lips pulled downward. You weren’t ready to change back yet. Not when you were having such a wonderful time with this man. He was teaching you important human things. You figured you’d better stick around.

You vigorously shook your head no.

Paul mirrored your frown. He couldn’t let you freeze to death. “Alright baby well at least take mine,” he offered as he shrugged out of his own jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

You could have melted into a puddle right there.

This man hadn’t just returned your coat. He’d given you his coat as well. What a strong man he must be to brave the cold. He would be the perfect mate.

You practically purred as he buttoned the jacked around your shoulders. You leaned in to nuzzle against his shoulder. “You’re so strong” you hummed, “so warm, so handsome.”

God bless the beach.

Paul beamed, “yeah baby? I hit the gym every now and again, nothin special.” He flexed his bicep with a smirk.

“Mmm,” you hummed, moving closer to press your cheek to his chest, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to be close.

A goofy smile spread across Paul’s face as he couldn’t imagine a man on earth as lucky as he was.

Then he remembered. Daylight.

His watch confirmed his fears, it was time to go.

“Listen sugar, I could do this all night but I’ve gotta get going,” he cursed his Sun intolerant vampire body, “but give me your number honey and I’ll call you anytime.”

You glanced up at him, confusion written all over your face. “Which number do you want?” You asked.

His brow furrowed, “home, cell, work, whatever you have babe.”

“Three?” You guessed.

Paul shook his head in disbelief.

“Let’s try this, where do you live baby?” He asked.

You smiled, you knew this one.

“With you,” you purred, wrapping yourself around him once more.

Paul raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“I live with you now,” you informed him.

Paul stood still for a second, processing as you held him.

“Yeah ok,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you toward his motorcycle. Best night ever.

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[medievalpeasantdreambf]

Selkie!Dream

For a while Hob Gadling falls under the assumption his friend, the Stranger, is some sort of sea-related divinity.

Hob would have quite a few arguments in support of the theory, if anybody were to ask. With his black hair and unearthly pale complexion, the Stranger looks the part of a Brittany-coast ghost.

He’s wealthy and powerful, clearly the lord of some realm, but takes no interest in fighting over land. He’s clearly ancient, and inhuman. He has the powers to preserve (Hob’s still here, isn’t he?), but they seem arbitrary, like he can’t preserve everything he might wish to- or why would he have looked so empathetic when Hob told him of Rovyn’s death? He can use a pouch of some fine earthen powder, salt or sand, to bring old memories up from the depths… His hair floats as if free from gravity, or hangs, solid black and silky as if soaked… Clearly he’s some kind of sea-being.

Hob refines his guesses over time. Every time the man meets him, he’s wearing a long black robe or coat. No matter its material, it looks as soft as fur, as smooth as skin, and fits his stranger more perfectly than even the best tailors could manage. When the Stranger storms out on him in 1889, he leaves behind his hat, marching unconcerned into the downpour. Hob takes it home, drunkenly thinking of- what, hanging on to it for him? When he wakes in the morning, his window is open, and the hat is gone. Even though his- the Stranger had been in here, he hadn’t broken their hundred-years meetings contract: Hob hadn’t stirred from sleep even once that night.

Ultimately, after hearing the man-creature speak with reverence of the prized garment, ever-changing yet always undeniably the same object as his “Sister’s coat”, Hob’s mind settles on one idea : selkie.

They have a reputation for passing their magical pelt along from one woman to another in the family line. Hob is not too troubled by this last detail, as regardless of what human folklore actually knows of selkies, there are already far more surprising matters in their relationship than his friend’s gender.

Come 2022, Dream has explained nothing but follows Hob back to Hob’s place and hangs up his coat.

Hob is deeply moved by the action as he knows how awful it would be for this immense source of power to be stolen. Dream agrees it would be a terrible thing for him to lose the item for being reunited with it brings him so much comfort and he cannot bear the thought of losing this essential part of himself again.

To Dream, it is indeed a gesture of immense trust after the torments he went through last century but not the one Hob thinks it is.

Dream knew his friend’s growing respect and even affection for the coat, he’d noticed and let Hob fold it. Out of sight, he admired the immense care put into gently shaping his belonging into a clean square before petting the fur that still carried the warmth of his body. He kept staring as Hob lifted the pelt to his face, against his closed eyelids and studied him breathing in the familiar smell of his Stranger.

Dream couldn’t help his surprise the day he was standing by the doorframe, wishing his friend a good night when Hob had helpfully straightened the pelt as it was directly laid over his shoulders. If gesture felt like a caress on his naked skin, Dream found out he didn’t mind it so much.

And if some times later Hob discovered Dream’s kisses felt of ocean salt, it turned out he didn’t it mind so much either.

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[megatraven]

something something sentitwin selkie au where they were stolen as babies by human couples that couldn't conceive on their own. both of their respective mothers would return their sealskin to them, but their fathers were less thrilled to do so.

colt especially hated it. hated having a non-human son. colt often took and threatened felix's sealskin, up until he died. he'd gotten sick when he stole felix initially, and never quite shook the illness as it always returned and got worse each time. after his death, felix regained control of his own skin, given that his human mother really did love him and wanted him happy. wanted him to have anything he wanted. he yearns to free adrien, too.

gabriel was more lenient and caring to adrien than colt was to his son- until emilie died, in much the same way as colt did. afterwards he became paranoid and increasingly strict with adrien, isolating him so that no one would know he wasn't human- and so adrien wouldn't be tempted to return to the sea. that backfires, of course, and keeping adrien caged in only makes him want to break out more.

[bnuuwitch]

Little Selkie, Little Star

It had been so long since her skin had been stolen from her that she had almost forgotten about it.

Her birth had been a strange thing. Another star, wrought from the cold fires of the inexplicable heavens that tore apart the sky and brought about this ceaseless conflict. Another little light, either to fight or to be snuffed out as soon as her trembling legs - raw, delicate, shimmering with endless possibility - had learned to move, to shuffle herself around.

And just as she had begun to crawl and tremble like a newborn animal, she felt… something. Something so primal, so fundamentally wrong. No, this could not be right, this desire for… what was it she desired? A different place, a different state of being?

What did it mean to desire? She was but a star, not a particularly powerful one at that. She had not a name nor did she understand what it meant to dream, to desire. Just another light, trembling. Weak.

She felt another light near her. A similar one, a sister light. Blue. Larger, brighter. Lightning crackling at the tip of her great spear, her grand wings curling over the little starling and shielding her from harm.

What harm, the little star wondered. She was not near the enemy, though the gruesome battle raged around her as her sisters had their very essence ripped from them. As their light was torn from every fibre of their delicate being as the darkness - feral, cutting and burning and ripping them to shreds - overcame them, became them. The darkness, despised, became new sisters.

The war waged on, no end in sight.

And just as the little star felt something touch her skin, cold and comforting, she heard a whisper in her ear.

“I’m sorry, little sister.”

Words. Understanding, somewhat. The little star did not know what those words meant. She could not speak, for she hardly knew what words were. She wanted to know.

And just as quickly as the little star began to know curiosity for the first time, she began to know fear as something was torn away from her. Something so soft, so soothing, so intrinsic to her being that she could not understand it. Those primal urges that she had pushed aside returned in full force. She squirmed before she stilled, crumbling to already weak knees as her older sister - an angel, surely - flew off holding something she knew was hers.

“Hey, Edda! Look what I found!”

The Angel had been familiar. Of course she was. As if all of a sudden, those memories before the flash, before the Initial Bond, had flooded back to Edda upon seeing that… thing. The thing she knew was hers. The thing that she knew made her… different. Surely, she had to be in order to be so fundamentally… wrong. Absorbing her own sisters, the enemy. Unchanging, powerful. Still the little starling she was from the moment she was born.

But… not the same, was she? No, something had been stolen from her, and now, Aven - warm, ferocious, tenacious. A contradiction in himself for how could something born of that wretched darkness be anything but all-consuming? A giving, gentle companion, rather than a selfish wretch - had found it on the hands of the Angel they had slay.

A slip of softness, just enough to wrap snuggly around Edda’s shoulders.

Primal. Instinct. Fear, and contradiction. It was all Edda could comprehend as she approached the body of water that she would usually sprint over without a second thought, now shaking in what she now understood to be fear.

The water. It wasn’t used to scare her, did it? No, no. It had been that urge, the source of her plight, but she was young. How innocent she had been, a little starling who knew not words nor feelings nor sensations. Nothing at all.

Edda approached. One step, two steps, three. She felt like a newborn star again, trembling on weak legs and shaking like a leaf in a tree. Space seemed to warp into nothing, and the air grew heavy as Edda struggled to stand even next to the lake.

A familiar hand on her shoulder snatched Edda from her stupor, and she stumbled back, dropping the… pelt. Yes, that’s what it was. Aven was quick to cradle her now-trembling form, her light flickering between a dim, deep blue and blinding whites. He hummed to her, and Edda’s light began to settle into stillness again.

She grabbed the pelt and clasped it around her shoulders. Another time, perhaps.

@octahedral-chaos @indiestsnake

haven't written in like half a year, hope this is up to par

[captain-mj]

"Something in him told him to put it on, feeling it against his skin."

Please. Please MJ, Pretty please, I don't know how or why it would happen, but I need Ghost to put on the coat or handle it a bit more. (Preferably without knowing the implications) Love the flustered Selkie!McTavish.

Foaming at the mouth because this is my two special interests merged

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Ghost tried not to do it again. Really, really tried. But Soap was in med bay and had asked him to grab some stuff for him. And the coat was laid out on the bed. 

The feeling crept back under his skin and before he knew it, his gloves were back off, running their way their way through the fur. 

Soap tensed, the entire base away, feeling the ghost of a touch. He closed his eyes tight. “Please don’t put it on. Please don’t put it on.” 

Ghost lifted his mask, just to the bridge of his nose, and lightly pressed it to his face. It was so soft. Smelled so intensely of Soap and the sea. Salt blending with the vanilla body wash he always used. He understood why Soap found it so comforting. It felt pretty heavy too, like the weighted blanket Ghost refused to admit he had in his room. 

Soap flushed, feeling the increasingly gentle touch. “What are you doing to me, Ghost?” He shuddered. Out of all of the team, Ghost would probably be the best he supposed. He didn’t ask him many questions, so Soap wouldn’t have to worry about spilling any secrets. Only really ordered him to do things in the field. Soap would just be an exceptional soldier a couple of days. 

That instinct started at the top of his spine, begging for him to slip it on. He shouldn’t. 

Ghost shrugged off the hoodie he had been wearing and fully removed the mask. He avoided looking in the mirror as he gently slipping it on. For once, he had worn short sleeves, which was perfect. The soft fur on him made something in his brain fizzle. 

Reluctantly, he looked in the mirror. He didn’t hate what he saw. Still scarred, still too much like his Father. But it didn’t seem as bad.

Soap winced, always hating this feeling. The strings in his body tensing and wrapping around his muscles. One always trying to drag him to the sea. And now one tangled around his heart that pulled him to Ghost. It wasn’t the best of feelings normally, even worse when he already had been harboring a crush on him. 

He remembered his mom, a selkie taken from her home and forced to marry his dad, explain to him one day what it was like to have your coat stolen. 

She had spoken like it was a poem, though she had said it so sadly.

“What do you want me to be? What do you need me to be? 

I’ll be perfect at whatever you want. 

I’ll rip my heart out if you ask.

I’ll be your guard. I’ll be your wife. I’ll bleed myself dry.”

They didn’t get a choice. Soap had his coat taken before. Once he found it, he joined the army to get far, far away. He was too human to just fuck off and be a seal. 

Wanted to sometimes. 

Soap closed his eyes, forcing himself to relax. His injured leg and the bullet wound in his side meant he couldn’t go to Ghost. He’d take any orders he was given, like always. He just hoped Ghost was kinder than the previous coat holder. 

Ghost gathered everything up while still wearing a coat. He put his mask on and then, with great reluctance, took off the coat. He folded it carefully and gently before putting it on top of the clothes and blanket that Soap had requested. Soap would be stuck in medical a couple of days so he thought it would be nice to have. 

Ghost didn’t knock, Soap would be expecting him back, and he almost laughed when the heart monitor sped up. He dropped the things on his lap.

“There you go.” 

Soap stared at the coat for a second, freezing. “What?”

“I saw it and thought you’d want it.” Ghost wasn’t going to admit to the crime of putting it on. 

Soap flushed bright red but didn’t pick it up. Ghost frowned at him and pushed it to his chest to show him what else he got. Soap wrapped his arms around it and flushed more. 

“Thanks, Simon.” 

“No problem, Johnny.” Ghost patted his head without thinking. “Feel better soon, yeah?”

Soap nodded dumbly and Ghost eventually left.

Soap got his phone and immediately called his mom.

“A bhobain! How are you?”

“Máthair. Are you able to talk?” Soap said it softly and she immediately became more serious. 

“Yes. Are you okay? Your coat is it safe?” She switched to Gaelic and he followed suit. 

“You know that... guy I had a crush on?”

“Oh no.”

“He gave it back. Physically pushed it back in my hands.”

“Oh no...” 

“Are we married now?”

[aqua-the-smiter]

Decided to be a lil quirky and silly and write a part 2. Featuring a surprise guest! Selkie!Ferrus Manus x Argena Seeva Argena returns the next day and finds out a little more about her new friend. SFW Ferrus's seal form is a leopard seal Thanks to @bispaceual for the idea of squish seal Ferrus Iron Hands divider by @squishyowl

Her heart was starting to beat faster and her hands shook as she tied her bay’s reins to the post again. The mare gave her a look that seemed thoroughly tired of her mistress's antics, and after a moment she instead removed the bridle all together.

“You put up with too much, Fox.” Argena told her, stroking her muzzle. “You’d better not wander off too far, or else.”

She shook out her long black mane and bent her head down to graze. Gena smiled, patting her neck before turning and walking to the edge of the cliff.

She’d been thinking about it all day. It was the only thing her mind really could focus on, and she’d breezed through her day’s work as fast as she could without it becoming sloppy. Practically counting the minutes as she worked, replaying their conversation the day before over in her head. A part of her still wasn’t convinced that it hadn’t been just a lovely dream. But her hand remembered the texture of his fur on her skin. It had to have been real. She was going to meet her selkie again today. He’d promised he would be there, and something told her he wasn’t the lying type.

A real selkie. The thought was thrilling and a little terrifying.

His name was Ferrus, and he had entirely too many crappy brothers.

A part of her wanted to tell everyone she knew about him. Sheer excitement and wanting to share the joy of her discovery with others. Magic was real, and it was still here. Just hiding. The more rational side of her knew that was a very bad idea. At best he would be chased off. At worst, hunted, or have his sealskin stolen again. Not that she thought anyone in her village would be a threat to him. Even the strongest men were dwarfed by her selkie. He was so tall and strong.

She was greeted once again with the sound of waves and the scent of the sea mingling with heather and thistle. Gulls flew overhead, and a group of perfectly ordinary seals rested a ways down the shore. From somewhere behind her a raven crawked in a nearby tree.

But as for her seal…

Scanning the shore where he’d been initially turned up nothing, and her heart clenched for a moment. He wouldn’t lie to her, surely. Either he hadn’t expected her this early, or something had happened to him. Maybe one of his brothers had found him…?

She hoped not.

Where was he…ah, there! Picking her way carefully down the rocky slope, she made her way over to him, bare feet sinking into the sand.

The problem was that she had been looking for him in his human guise. But down the cliff, in a sunny patch of warm, soft sand lay an absolutely enormous seal. His coat was different from the others. Dark gray on his back, light gray on his sides and a white belly, dappled all over with dark spots. His shape was different too. Narrower, sleeker. Longer jaws, a slimmer snout. Clearly, he was a predatory creature. His coat was shorter too, but very dense.

There he was. Curled in a crescent on his stomach, snoozing peacefully in the warm late summer sun. She had to cover her mouth to suppress a squeal of delight. 

He was so cute like that. His seal form would probably be actually quite intimidating if he was awake, but he just looked so…squishy and content laying there. That’s it. He looked squishy. Without the water to support his impressive bulk, all his natural seal blubber just kind of squashed against the ground. He definitely wasn’t as plump as the regular seals that frequented this beach, but clearly he packed enough weight to look just as soft when he relaxed.

“Hello Ferrus.” She sat down next to him and whispered where she thought his ear would be. He didn’t stir, and she contented herself by just sitting with him and watching him nap. The selkie must have been setting a very good example, because soon she’d fallen asleep as well, resting against his side, though unintentionally. 

She awoke to a wet snout pressing against her forehead.

“I didn’t expect you to be so forward.” Ferrus said, with a definite lilt of amusement in his voice, his neck craned around so he could look at her. Also confirming he could still talk in seal form.

Argena sat bolt upright. “I’m sorry! I must have fallen asleep waiting for you. I didn’t want to wake you up since you looked so comfortable.”

He laughed, and this time it was definitely a seal’s bark. “No harm done. I don’t mind at all. You are the only person I’ve been pleased to see in a long time. You can lean on me if you’d like. I don’t mind.”

“That’s very flattering to hear, honestly.” She said, doing just that. He seemed far less grumpy than he had the day before. Maybe the nap had done him some good.

He stretched and gave a bone-cracking yawn, his jaws gaping wide. Showing off a maw full of sharp teeth. Then that bear trap of a mouth shut, and he went back to being rather cute.

“There’s something I forgot to ask you yesterday.” She broached, a little hesitantly. 

“Hm?”

“Why did your brother hide your sealskin?”

Ferrus curled his lip, showing off those teeth again. “I did leave that rather vague, didn’t I? He did it because he thought it was funny.”

“...That’s it? He stole your ability to transform for a prank? What the hell is wrong with your brother?”

“Yes, that is it. At least, that’s what he told me, and I don’t care enough about him anymore to dig deeper. I don’t know what he was thinking, and it doesn’t matter now. I’m not going to talk to him again.”

“I wouldn’t either.” She agreed. “What was his name?”

Ferrus didn’t answer for a moment. “Fulgrim. The more I think about it, the more I’m not sure how we ever became so close. We had some similarities, yes, but we were fundamentally different in far more areas. A part of me wonders if he was ever sincere.”

“Were you close with any of your other brothers? Before…all of this?”

“A few. Vulkan and I always got along. Before I left for good I used to forge things. Weapons, armor, the like. He did too, and we got along very well due to that. He was always kinder than I was, but we still got on. I had no real quarrels with Roboute or Leman or Sanguinius either. I regret not cultivating better friendships with some of them. Maybe I would have had help then. But it’s too late to dwell on that, and I won’t mourn it.”

“It must have gotten lonely though. And your brothers have some very odd names.”

In truth she doubted he would have been so lenient with her if he hadn’t been isolated for so long. On one hand it made her wonder if this would last very long. But on the other…he clearly did place some value in honor. 

“It did. Truthfully I am glad I met you. I doubt I would have gone to seek out anyone of my own volition. It is in my nature, but you have proven yourself good company.” He admitted. “And indeed, they do. But it is what Father called us.”

“Wait. You have a father? Why didn’t you go to him for help? Or are things strained between you and him as well?” She could believe it, with how long Ferrus seemed to be able to hold grudges.

“I didn’t wish to get him involved in what amounted to such a childish spat. I thought it would be easy enough for me to handle. It was, in the end. Even if it required me dirting my knuckles with Fulgrim’s filthy blood. But no. I have no quarrel with Father. He is strange, and distant at times, but he is not bad. To myself or any of my brothers.” 

“Fulgrim was the one being childish. But…maybe that’s why nobody else stepped in.”

“I asked!”

“I know.” She held up her hand. He let out a huffy snort and rested his head back on the sand. “But you said you’ve always been more of a loner. Maybe nobody was sure what to do. You being the way you were, and only really close with Fulgrim. Family spats are always ugly, and not fun to be in the middle of.”

He sighed. “You may have a point there. I suppose if any of them came and apologized I’d be willing to put things to rest. It’s funny, really. With one breath they would make fun of me, and with the next they would praise my work and ask me to make them things. I am not as thick skinned as I thought I was.”

“Or you just got tired of hearing the same thing over and over. I know I would.” She paused, thinking of a way to change the subject. “What did you make? Anything really special? My father makes things out of metal too. He’s a goldsmith. He’s been teaching me to do it too, since I’m the only one of my siblings who seems to have the talent for it.”

“Impressive.” He nodded in genuine approval. “I’ve made a few things like that too. Once Roboute was trying to woo an elven maiden. I made him a diadem to give to her.”

“Did it work?”

“She hadn’t left his side since the last time I saw him, so you tell me.” Ferrus said with a smug smile that looked very odd on a seal’s snout. “It would be nice to work a forge again.”

“Will you be sticking around long?” Maybe she could find a way to help him with that.”

“Aye. I found a decent little cavern in some of the large cliffs down that way.” He gestured with his tail. “I don’t think I’ll be leaving again. This is my home, and I missed it. So maybe I’ll be able to pick my craft back up. I’d like to see what you make as well.”

“Me?”

“Why not? I never thought I would have found such a kindred spirit with you.” He was very pleased with the prospect. It had been one of the reasons he and Vulkan got along so well. “Although it is a little unexpected. I didn’t think women usually took up that kind of thing in this part of the world.”

She shrugged. “Usually no, but Da doesn’t really care. He’s very proud of his work, and more than happy to have one of his children take after him. He’s always been well respected, and so casual about it that I don’t think anyone else really minds enough to make an issue. And it’s not like I don’t want to have my own family someday either. I just haven’t been approached by anyone I consider a good match. Besides, I enjoy the work.”

Or at least, anyone I could show my family. She thought, her mind wandering back to Ferrus’s human form. And it was pleasing to know she had something in common with the selkie.

“Is that why your hands are tattooed? Does it help you with your work?” She asked, remembering another question she’d wanted to ask.

“They do.”

She felt him shifting underneath, and she scooted forward so he could sit up, his sealskin around his shoulders as he shifted back to human. He offered her one of his massive hands so she could take a look. The only unmarked part of them were his fingernails, which were maybe a little bit too long but otherwise as pink as they were supposed to be. She took his hand between hers, studying the inked lines. There was an odd sensation of underlying power in them as she traced the knotwork with a finger. Amusing herself by picking out one line to follow.

“They’re beautiful. How did you get them?”

“Oh, it was a long time ago. I was much younger then. I suppose more adventurous than I am now. But they have proven their worth. And I like the way they look.”

“So do I.” Gena voiced her agreement. “They suit you very well.”

“Heh. Do they now?”

“They make you seem very fierce. Like a warrior.”

“I was, back in the day. All my brothers and I are, actually. There hasn’t been much fighting to do in a long time though. That seems to be all behind us. I can’t say I don’t miss it. And some of my best works were weapons.” The smugness returned. “I was the strongest of them, you know.”

“Oh I just bet you were.” She grinned up at him, taking his mild boastfulness as a jest. “Are you sure being the tallest also makes you the strongest?”

“I was!” He said with feigned offense. “Both of those, actually.”

“I can believe it. You’re such a big seal after all.”

“Oh hush up.”

But there were no teeth in his words. Just amusement. He really did seem more open today. More at ease. She would have been concerned that it was going a little fast, but he had been alone for so long. Whether he acknowledged it himself or not, he must have been at least a little lonely. And for the length of time he hinted at. Centuries, if she was reading it right. He must have been his own beast all right, because that much time alone would surely drive a mortal completely mad with isolation.

And she felt a small thrill as well. His first contact with anyone in centuries had been her, and he’d decided he liked her after a small conversation the day before. She realized that she had been granted a rather hard-to-earn thing, and was determined to make the best of it. She definitely liked him too. He was rough, sure, but there was warmth underneath it. Then of course, there was the mind bending realization that she had, by sheer luck, befriended a real selkie…

They had fallen into a comfortable silence after that, watching the waves. A few pelicans dove in, scooping up fish with their oversized beaks. Once a pod of dolphins had breached a ways away from the shore. She always loved to watch them. They were immensely graceful creatures. Although Ferrus seemed more than pleased to go over just how much faster he was in the water when she asked. Once there was a glint of greenish-blue in the water that made him narrow his silver eyes in suspicion, But he never elaborated on it, and the way his hackles had seemed to raise made her think better of asking. If there was real danger, he would have said something.

The time came for her to depart. As she stood brushing sand from her skirt, she turned to him. 

“Will I see you again tomorrow?”

Ferrus tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I will be here. But we should probably figure out an easier way of meeting up.”

“I’ll give it some thought.” She promised. “I doubt I'll be able to make excuses every day anyway. Much as I would like to. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to talk to someone like I have you.”

Maybe we were both hungering for companionship

“Agreed. This has been remarkably pleasant.” 

Putting it mildly on his end.

“Tomorrow then.” She gave him a bright smile then, and squeezed his hand before clambering back up the cliff. He rubbed his fingers together. Her hands did good work, but they were still so soft…

He stayed out long after she had departed again. But this time he wasn’t left alone. 

There was an odd prickle in his hands, erasing the warm feeling that Argena’s touch had left him with. A raven fluttered down, hopping on its skinny black legs over the sand. Ferrus’s head shot up, and he glared at it.

“Brother!” It-he-crawked at him. “It has been a while.”

“Has it?” His voice was dripping icicles.

In a moment, in the bird’s place was a tall, pale young man with long black hair and glittering black eyes. He was draped in dusty black traveling robes and a cloak, and in his right hand he held a plain wooden staff. 

“What do you want?”

“Oh don’t be like that. You haven’t been seen in centuries. It was pure luck I caught sight of you. I wanted to know how you’ve been.” Corvus said, his tone mollifying.

“As you can see, I’m just fine. You’d better not start spying on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I can see that temper of yours is still as hot as ever.” 

“Indeed, it is.” He hissed. “How long have you been watching?”

“Long enough to see the young lady, if that’s what you were wondering about.”

“If you-”

“I won’t! Ferrus, come now. You know I’m not like that. I only came here out of brotherly concern, nothing more. Father is concerned. So are many of the others. I will tell them you’re alright, and nothing more. Does that sound good to you?”

“No.” Ferrus snapped. “I would prefer if you said nothing at all. You remember what I said before I left?” “I do. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry you felt you needed to go to such extreme measures.” Corvus confirmed. “Fine, fine. I won’t say anything unless I’m asked.”

“I suppose that’s the best I can get from you. Storing pieces of information like a dragon hoarding gold. Why can’t you like shiny things like a real raven?”

“It is what I do best. And I do, actually. I just like my shiny things to be of high quality.” He said with a razor grin. “Would you-” “NO!” “I jest, brother.”

“Of course you do. Now get out of here before I actually lose my temper!” “I’m going, I’m going!” He squawked indignantly, before returning to bird form and flapping off with indecent haste.

Ferrus sighed. Seems things might not remain so quiet. Then he cured himself, realizing belatedly he’d forgotten to sing for her. Damn it all. Next time, then.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

not a request but i have a question or two on your siren character that you wrote with a dark/obsessive alucard, in the piece it is made clear that the siren character has a strong hate for humans due to being stolen from her family and home to be inslaved and sold by them and tries to leave alucard when finding out he is half human. so my question is about how the series ends with village belmont being built around the castle, how do you think the siren would react to alucard bring humans to live in and around their home knowing her history with them? my first thought would be her trying to leave and lashing out at alucard as she would rather be alone in the world then surounded by humans but as she is your character i wanted to get your take on that situation and to ask where or what media you got the sirens physical characteristics from as i have never seen sirens depicted with large dark eyes and am intrested in learning more siren lore

Oooh, that's a good question.

I wonder if, by that time, she'd sort of warmed up to the idea of humans being with Alucard and getting to "trust" him (that or the Stockholm syndrome starts to set it). OR... If like you say, she'd be very angry and distrustful.

I also see this third option of sorting using it to each other's advantage. She sees that even though the humans adore Alucard now for saving them, it won't be that way forever. Eventually, they will learn something they don't like, see a part of him that's more vampire than human, and they will judge him negatively for it. She could use this looming threat to ensure Alucard sees her as his one true partner and confidant, even after Sypha and Trevor return.

At the same time, I see Alucard potentially doing a version of the same thing. He knows our Siren friend is not versed well in human social expectations, so every time he pushes her to socialize, it doesn't end well. Either it's awkward, or she ends up yelling and scaring people, which is at the point where he gets to swoop in and apologize for her behavior. Alucard in doing this, is basically telling her, hey, "I am the only reason these people tolerate you" "I am the only one you can trust still".

It's toxic af but that's the yandere asepct for you lol.

Maybe I should write a Part 2 about it? What do you think?

And for the siren descriptions, I read a bit about Celtic lore surrounding fae and selkies, and then thinking of selkies made me think of seals, and they have dark big eyes, right? They have big rounded pupils to see deep underwater where it's dark, but then those pupils close up when on land.

For our Siren, I think she'd have a protective lens layer for her more 'human' form, that protects the extra large pupil from the harsh sun/UV rays. I also recalled reading a Reddit post about what a realistic mermaid would like, and how she'd need blubber or layers of insulation OR she'd be very skeletal and have translucent skin if she were much further down in the deepest parts of the ocean. So I went with the deeper down theory a bit, which is also why she couldn't get away in a river, even if it was deep enough to swim, she couldn't sustain a long life in that environment.

[sfehvn]

Hi! Let me start by saying that the intruder has me completely hooked, it's such a clever idea and can't wait to see what comes next. Okokok, I'll stop gushing. If your requests are still open (if not, simply disregard the ask or save it for a later day) but I can't get my head out of the idea of Astarion and a selkie reader (Idk why tho). Either ascended or not, I think it would be a interesting concept to explore the folklore around selkies with our dear vampire. Maybe Tav is afraid of her secret being discovered or fearing for her pelt being stolen? How do the dinamics work with Astarion either as an ascended or spawn? Any fic is more than fine for me :D

selkie

A/N: Thank you much for your support! This is just a little drabble but I can always build upon it later if you'd like! xx Word count: 581 Characters: Astarion x selkie!Tav

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  Warm water lapped at your toes and you welcomed the feeling of home washing over you. Astarion laid with you, skin to skin, in the sand and while the sensation of a million grains against his bare body was an unwelcome one, it had, at some point, become a forgotten worry as he held you. You smelt of seafoam and sunshine with his nose buried in your hair. Your pelt laid haphazardly across his leg, thick velvet forever reminding him of you. A selkie lover; a notion Astarion would have met with teasing mockery before he met you. Not known for being an accepting character, when he had found your coat, your animalistic instincts had kicked in. You were prepared to stake the vampire through his un-beating heart if that’s what it took to safeguard your lifeline to the sea.

  Astarion hadn’t met your apprehension with his typical antagonistic demeanor, much to your surprise. No, instead, he was curious. Intrigued without the scrutinizing conviction you’d predicted. As your relationship bloomed, safety was fostered in his very existence. One that made your body buzz in the midst of him. Finding comfort in a land-dwelling being was the very last thing you’d anticipated when you’d met the silver-haired man.

  Unbeknownst to you, Astarion had concocted a scheme to steal that pelt from right under your nose. The power he’d have over you with the simple theft was an intoxicating thought—a power he’d never had over anyone, not even himself. How easy it would be to force you to kill Cazador on his behalf with the promise of restoring your pelt to your possession. Yes, it was a simple and fool-proof plan. One day when he was left to his own devices in camp, he could have done it. His hands held the coat firmly, staring at it with wide eyes. If it was so easy, why couldn’t he bring himself to do it? He could only picture your face telling him excitedly about how everything seemed to make sense when you were in the deep of the sea, how at-one and peaceful it all was.

  Astarion couldn’t steal that from you, the only person who had ever shown him kindness. The only person who had ever treated him like he mattered. Someone who had entrusted him with their biggest secret. The very desire to betray you made his stomach turn viscerally. Just as quickly as he found the coat tucked away amongst your belongings, he hastily returned it as he’d found it. A searing pain gnawed at his chest while he lay with you that night under the moonlight atop the sand. He was angry at himself for considering it; he was angry at himself for being unable to go through with it. Such complex feelings had never touched him so deeply. Why did it matter? You were a pawn. That was it. But then, why did shame light such a fire in his chest?

  “What’s got you so quiet tonight?” You murmured between gentle kisses to pale flesh.

  He considered letting loose lips fly, but the serenity he felt in the moment paralyzed him. He was sure once you knew about his plan, he’d more than likely never see your face again and would be gone with the anger of unforgiving waves. Perhaps you’d understand his fear-driven thoughts; perhaps not. It was a risk Astarion ultimately decided was not worth the risk. 

  “Just thinking about how enthralling you are, my little selkie.” 

[snippychicke]

Legend of the Selkie and the Pirate --Two--

Fandom: One Piece (LA mainly)

Rating: Teen/mature (we have non-graphic nudity stated)

Pairing: Buggy/Selkie!Reader

Warnings: None except heartbreak?

Summary: Even in a world of monsters, devil fruits, pirates, and fishmen, selkies were considered a myth. Especially in the East Blue where the waters were too warm for seals to live anyways. 

Except that myths were always seeded with truths, and stories always had a habit of coming to life. 

Tagging: @tfamidoingwithmylife; @yellowbbear ; @skullr0se; @chiyo-juice

Masterlist|Ao3

(psst, if you're a long time reader of mine and noticed that I had posted part one without dramatic use of italicized words... that was because tumblr ate my formatting. It is fixed now along with a few spelling/grammar corrections.)

Prompt:  Something/Someone missing

The joy of a large trove of treasure disappeared as Buggy watched the seal slip beneath the railing and over the edge. Without thinking, he called out your name as he raced to the edge, just to watch you gracefully disappear beneath the choppy waves. He was somewhat aware of the rest of the crew torn from the treasure, but was frozen as he watched the water. Hoping--Praying-- that you'd break the surface. That you would reappear--either human or seal-- and he could pluck you up once more despite the earlier ocean spray on his hands had already made them painful and weak. 

He'd do it again. And again and again. 

If you would just reappear. 

"Not even a goodbye," Mohji whined eventually. "Richie is going to be so heartbroken." 

Who the fuck cared about the lion? He was heartbroken. The necklace he had in his fist--the one he was about to insist you try when he had first turned around-- cut into his hand as he clenched his fist. 

Why? What did your family or kind or whatever have that he couldn't provide you? Were any them as flashy as he was? Making you constantly smile and laugh? Did any of them take you and accept you as easily as his crew had? 

Did any of them love you like he did? 

Or was it his one flaw? His one weakness? That he couldn't swim. That the ocean hated him for fucking accidentally eating that damn fruit. 

That damn Shanks. If he ever saw him again, he would rip his throat out. 

(Don't let it be his nose. It couldn't be his nose, right? You said it was fine, and he didn't think you were lying.) 

"Cap'n?" Mohji asked, breaking Buggy from his thoughts.

The crew was looking towards him, which he usually didn't mind. Except there was pity in their eyes. As if they could tell--as if they knew--how he felt. 

"What are you freaks looking at?!" He shouted with a manic grin. "We just hit the jackpot! It's time to celebrate!" 

The cheers were less than heartfelt, but Buggy let it slide. This once. 

--

Granted, later that night, while the crew was sleeping off draining half the beer they had on board, Buggy made his way to the small room you had claimed. 

You had been with them for just a few short months, and yet you had made the tiny room your own. Hammock full of blankets and pillows stolen from who knew where. A chest brimming with clothes donated by the crew. A vanity with a cracked mirror, yet you.hadn't seemed to mind. You had placed shiny rocks and shells in the canister meant to hold makeup and brushes.  

He took the necklace he had kept in his pocket and put itt in the main drawer, next to the hairbrush (your hair mixed with a few of his since it had been a spare he had found in his own room). He knew he was being foolish, but he held on to the sliver of hope you'd be back. That you would look at his gift with delight and grin happily at him. That the sparkling gems would look as beautiful as he imagined against your skin. 

And, well, if he happened to fall into your hammock, pulling your pillow close to his chest, it was merely because he drank too much. But in the moment, he knew the truth as the sway of the ship rocked him into an uneasy sleep. 

He missed you. 

Prompt: Forgetfulness 

You had forgotten how lonely the sea was. 

As the sun set and everything became dark, you pulled yourself up to an outcropping of rocks before shifting and looking to the stars. Except the sky was clouded, obscuring everything. 

The night would have been silent if not for the sound of water splashing against the rock and your legs. It was impossible to tell where the sea and sky separated--all that you could see was inky blackness. As if you had somehow appeared into an abyss. 

You shivered, but you weren't cold. You still pulled your fur tighter as you continued to shake, chest becoming painfully tight. 

You wanted to be on the pirate ship right now. You wanted to hear the rumble of snores of the crew. The soft boot steps of those taking watch. The soft glow of the lamps and candles. 

Buggy finding you and ending the lonely night often brought alongside insomnia. It had become a little routine, making you wonder what made it so hard for him to sleep at night. 

You never asked. 

Finally the tightness erupted into a scream, hot tears stinging your eyes. 

You had forgotten what true loneliness was like.

You forgot the heartache of missing those dear to you.

Your heart wasn't sure it even knew where 'home' was. The arctic where your pod was. Where your parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, were.

Or a ship where you were surrounded by people so unlike but had wormed their way into your heart nonetheless. 

(Or maybe where a blue haired pirate grinned at you with bright eyes and a red nose. Like you were the most amazing thing he had ever seen.)

Prompt: Unexpected 

"We're going to the Grand Line!" 

The crew of freaks stared at their captain in confusion. When he had called them together, this was not what they expected his announcement to be. In fact, no one had cared to even place bets considering they all believed it to be the same. 

To go after you. 

"The… Grand Line, Captain?" Mohji was brave enough to ask, clearly as confused as everyone else despite the fact he was technically Buggy's second in command. 

Thankfully, Buggy grinned at the white curly-haired man. Though there was a hint of mania yet again to his blue eyes. "You heard me. We've pittered about the East Blue for long enough, it's time to go after the grand prize--the One Piece!"

"Don't we need a map for the Grand Line?"

"Does the One piece actually exist?

"Well, rumor has it Buggy was on Rogers ship. So if he thinks it does, then it must, right?" 

Buggy wasn't too concerned about the talk amongst the crew, that was to be expected. After all, it was a big change. 

But then…

"What about our selkie that jumped shipped?" Mohji asked, and everyone quickly grew silent, looking towards the captain expectedly. 

Buggy felt his eye twitch as he gritted teeth behind his smile. 

Waking up in your hammock had made the truth hit him like a sledgehammer. You were gone. You chose to leave, without so much as a goodbye.

 Escaping to the one place he couldn't follow. 

"Our little seal made her choice," he said, turning to his first mate with murder in his eyes. "And I don't want to hear another word about it." 

Because his heart was bruised enough as it was. 

He wasn't going to chase after someone who didn't want him. (Just like everyone else in his life he had cared for. He had opened his heart to you, only for you to devour what little had remained before jumping overboard.)

Prompt: Undone

"Well, she's rather special. I mean, can you blame him?"

"Hmph. Captain Buggy has made it a point to build a crew of people that don't fit in. We're his band of freaks. But at least we're human. Or fishperson. The bitch is as useful as a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest. I mean, she had to be taught how to wash dishes." 

"Either she sharpens up, or the Captain will realize how useless she is and send her overboard too."  

The words still echoed in your head despite it being weeks since they were spoken. The conversation you weren't meant to hear but did. The one that made you realize you didn't belong among the land-kind. 

That you weren't meant to be one of Buggy's crew. That the chore girl position you had been given was just to keep you entertained and out from under others feet.

Oh sure, many of the crew acted like they enjoyed you being there-- especially Buggy himself-- but not all of them were such great actors. The scoffs. the sneers. 

Some things were universal no matter what. 

The cry of a seagull roused you from the half-sleep. You groaned when you realized the sun had moved, meaning you were no longer in the shade of the towering cliffs but in the hot sun. 

You grabbed your fur and moved into the new shaded area. Hoping to get a little more sleep before the sunset and you could resume your attempt at finding home.

Goddamn tropics being so hot. It was way too warm to try and swim during the day, so you resorted to trying to sleep while the sun bore down. Yet always alert for any land-kind, so sleep was a relative term.

But at least there were plentiful fish in the waters. 

Yet… your time on the pirate ship had spoiled you. All that different food.

Baked.

Roasted.

Toasted.

Fried. 

And the fruit. The cool and sweet juices from biting into one busting into your mouth. Sometimes too much and escaping the corners of your lips. 

Buggy laughed as you tried hard to catch the juice with your hands. He eventually reached over and wiped some you didn't notice from your chin and made a show of licking it from his glove. "Juicy little thing, aren't you?" 

"I-it was," you agreed, trying to reign in your impulses that you didn't realize what he truly said.

How were you supposed to enjoy going back to eating merely to survive after that? (Were you ever going to get him out of your head?) 

You continued to try and sleep, ignoring the pain any dreams brought once you woke. 

Prompt: Eyes 

For being stuck in a sack, bodiless, and more or less prisoner of Arlong, everything had been going fine. Listening to Luffy's antics was always entertaining. The boy was so clueless and full of optimism that it was almost unbelievable at times. As well as rather annoying, considering how the rubber-cursed teen and his tiny crew had beaten him 

What was wrong with this kid? 

Maybe the Gum-Gum fruit had done something to his brain too. 

Okay, things were massively sucking for Buggy right now, but he held out hope. He had escaped worse situations. Yes his body was too far away for him to literally pull himself together. But after they tracked down the Straw hat, Arlong said he'd let him go. 

Granted, Arlong was the kind of pirate to lie straight to your face, but all Buggy had at this point was hope. 

And then he heard you. He knew wherever his body was it jerked, instinct to whip around to look for you before he remembered his ear was miles away at the Baratie restaurant hidden in Luffy's cap. 

What the fuck were you doing there. 

He wiggled his ear slightly in hopes things weren't so muffled. As angry and hurt as he still was, there was no denying that he was desperate to hear your voice clearly. 

He wanted to see you. Touch you. Talk to you. (Demand to know why you had left him the way you did. Hadn't any of the time you spent with them, with him, meant enough for at least a goodbye?)

"--I'm lost," you admitted slowly, sounding as cautious as when you first boarded his ship. Back when you didn't know who to trust and expected someone to do something. "I'm trying to head north, but--"

He silently groaned, rolling his eyes, the Baratie was south of the Deadman Stacks. No wonder you ended up in the East Blue. You were absolutely clueless when it came to directions, weren't you?

(He could have helped. If you had just asked. If you had just waited another minute.) 

"Where's home?" Luffy asked, full of innocent optimism that set Buggy's teeth on edge. 

You wouldn't. You wouldn't dare accept help from the brat after leaving him. Right? There was nothing that kid had that he didn't. (Except a normal nose-- no. You didn't care about his nose.)

"North?" You answered awkwardly, and Buggy wasn't sure if you were avoiding the question, or if you really didn't know. 

"Like, Shells town? Syrup Village?"

"Um… further… north?"

You… didn't know. At least, none of their names for places. And you didn't trust them enough to divulge that truth. His innocent little lamb lost at sea for how many months now? He didn't think his heart could stand another knife in it. 

"I mean, Cozia is the northernmost isle of the East Blue I know," A new voice peeped in. One of the waitstaff if he recalled right. Sangria? Sojo? Something like that. It didn't matter, not really. 

"That sounds… kinda familiar?" You answered, though your voice was tinged with obvious doubt. You were such a horrible liar. (Which only confused him more, because he had thought you at least liked him. Yet you ran away. Why?)

"Don't worry, my cherie, you rest and eat your fill. We'll find a way to get a beautiful woman such as yourself home." The waitstaff flirted, making Buggy grit his teeth as he tried to keep his snarl silent, well aware that Along's crew was probably listening. 

Hell no. No suave fucking waiter was going to try and steal you from him. (Completely ignoring the fact you obviously weren't his to be stolen.) 

Wait. 

Shit. Fuck. 

Arlong was heading for the Baratie. Where you were. 

And as happy as he was to find you, for the chance to just see you again, there was no mistaking the fear rolling in his gut even if he wasn't attached to his body. 

What if you got caught up in the inevitable fight? You could defend yourself, but against Arlong's crew? One Selkie against three fishman that were stronger than himself? 

What if Arlong decided he wanted you as a trophy? What if he took your fur from you again? Unlike Buggy, Arlong was known to hold people captive for long periods of time, doing as he pleased. (Buggy held on to the fact he wasn't that bad since he only gave the towns and villages a mandatory free show for a few nights and before he'd leave and allow them to rebuild their boring little lives.) 

And all Buggy could do was watch. A bodiless head, unable to do anything but watch. Listen. Maybe beg but he already knew any pleading would fall on deaf ears. 

Prompt: Crowds

You had impulsively followed the smell of food, sick of fish, and ended up giving a few humans--Luffy and Sanji-- heart attacks when you pulled yourself halfway onto the deck asking for food. 

And well, you had gotten what you had asked for that ruined your usual diet even more because it tasted divine. But as you ate, the two had been full of questions and one thing led to another and… 

They wanted to help you. Apparently their navigator might know more about where you were heading. 

Except chaos erupted before you could even meet their navigator. Maybe it was because you were surrounded by too many humans, but you felt exposed. Overstimulated. The constant chatter of the patrons. The clinks of silverware against plates. 

The animalistic part of your brain finally won out, and you ran yet again. There was a storm on the horizon and you didn't want to be caught in the middle of it. 

You didn't care which way you were going, you jumped into the water and dived deep and fast, allowing your body to follow the urge to run and hide. 

~*~

You weren't at Baratie. 

Hours later as Buggy helped the Straw Hat idiots navigate.to Arlong Park, the mantra repeated itself in his head. You weren't there. You hadn't been amongst the crowd of diners that Arlong threatened. You weren't part of Lyffy's little crew. 

Buggy was relieved. Angry. Devastated. Thankful. 

Oh, you had been there. Your voice hadn't been a figment of his deranged imagination. But apparently between Mihawk's attack and Arlong’s arrival, you had slipped off into the night without so much as a word. (Which did help a little. Especially as Sanji mourned the fact two 'lovely ladies' had disappeared on him without so much as a goodbye.)

"Wait, you knew her?" Luffy asked after Buggy not-so-subtly asked if they had seen a curvy gal in a seal-skin coat. 

Buggy grinned, though he felt an eye twitch. "You could say that.  But I mean, what man really knows a woman, am I right?" 

"She's running away from you, isn't she?" Zoro guessed-- making Buggy grit his teeth. 

God, if he had his body right now he would have decked the grass-haired man. Right in the swordsman's chest wounds. (See how he liked a knife in the heart.)

"That would imply I actually gave a shit about what she's up to." Okay. He couldn't lie to himself. He did. Hearing you were still so lost had taken the edge off his anger. He was still mad, but it was tempered with worry now. "She's merely an old acquaintance and I was surprised to hear her voice is all. She doesn't like hanging around crowds." 

"She was a jumpy little rabbit," Sanji agreed with a dreamy hint to his voice. Okay, forget the dramatic samurai-wanna be, Buggy was going to slaughter the chef. "I should have offered to protect her. To keep her safe from whatever frightened her." 

That madeBuggy laugh. "That is a riot. Friend, buddy, pal, let me tell you a little secret. Those sharp teeth aren't for decoration. I've seen her kill half a dozen men in just a few minutes with those chompers of hers alone. She'll bite your hand off if it wanders a bit too much-- and I do mean literally." 

And yet… you were still an innocent little lamb he felt compelled to protect as well.

Or maybe just stand back and watch you protect yourself, clapping and cheering the same way you did during one of his performances. 

But the fact.remained, you had left him. You did not want him or his crew. 

 He was in the midst of his body being kidnapped and sailing into the territory of one of the most vicious pirates of the East Blue with a ragtag bunch of idiots. That should be what took precedence in his mind. 

Not you. (Yet it was.)

[dead-boy-detective-agency]

Hello. Um, sorry if my wording for this post is a little messy, I'm really shaken and I couldn't think of anyone else to ask for help.

I'm a selkie. I've been mostly staying on land for a bit, as I've found myself interested in human culture and wanting to experience something different for once. I always return back to the sea at night, but a few days ago, while trying to go back home I realized my seal skin had been stolen.

I'm not sure how this happened I always make sure it's hidden really well, I've never told anyone where it's been hidden and the only people that knew I was a selkie were my ex girlfriend (who I never told where I hid it) and my family.

My initial suspicion went to my ex, we broke up in bad term but I've refused to believe she'd do something so... Yeah.

I'm not sure how to even begin looking for it.

— 🐚

Hello. This is Edwin, I have a few strategies to help you to find it:

First of all, try your best to keep calm. I understand this must be an incredibly stressful experience, but it is much easier to find things with your thoughts in order. Take a few deep breaths and retrace your steps. Where did you see it last? Who did you last see it with? Walk through these events in your mind and see if you can remember anything useful.

Secondly, search methodically. Go from where you saw it last and work from there. Divide large areas into small, manageable chunks to stop yourself from getting too stressed.

Thirdly, ask for help from friends and family. They may have seen what happened to it, or know other ways to locate it. While I know there are spells for locating magical items, I would recommend finding a professional on the subject.

If you want I can refer you to reputable witches in your area.

I wish you the best of luck,

- Edwin

[pampushky]

Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - chapter 1 - 2.2k

As you resign yourself to a fate of misery at Arlong's hands, your journey unknowingly starts with the appearance of a green-haired swordsman.

Warning: This chapter does have descriptions of non-consensual sexual encounters, along with mentions of possible forced prostitution. Be smart. Don't force yourself to read this if it'll trigger you.

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Notes on Selkenfolk, from the Journal of Dr. Crocus of the Roger's Pirates Pod; the selkenfolk family. There is a large emphasis on the chosen family, however this may vary based on the type of selkie. According to the selkies of our crew, we are considered their pod, which delighted Roger to no end. It must also be noted that selkenfolk can hold their breath for a very long time, usually up to nearly two hours if they're trained and prepared properly. For defense in their humanoid form, which differs greatly from the selken and seal form, they have a set of retractable claws on their hand. While their claws are strong, they have to be properly cared for, or else they will become brittle. They are also rather sensitive to sunlight, as their entire eye is black, to see better in the deep water they are normally found in. Their humanoid form will resemble their seal form, with their skin the color of the pelt, and having freckles/dapples matching it, as the selkies Pell and Coth of our crew do greatly resemble leopard seals, even while more humanoid. They are rather protective of their pelts, which while rather durable, can be used to manipulate a selkie should the wrong person get ahold of it. According to Coth; "A stolen pelt is a fate worse than death--- it is a sentence to eternal servitude."

The rooms under Arlong Park were always musty. It’s a consistent smell that’s always seemed to cling to your skin, no matter how many times the fishman may let you bathe or go on “walks”. Straw mattresses, mildew, and molded-over heels of bread, along with a dryness that was unusual to a place inhabited by fishmen. But that was a special case, it was made to be that dry just for you. 

It’s not as if the conditions were meant to be pleasant, anyway. The 'walks' were you being chained to a post, or kept by Arlong’s side in the middle of the day, usually when the sun was at its highest, with nothing to shade your sensitive eyes. Arlong enjoyed watching the way you suffered. It’s not as though he was completely ignorant to what a selkie such as yourself needed— though your skin was a mottled gray, resembling the pelt of a common harbor seal as did the rest of your pods, it didn’t mean the sun didn’t burn you after enough time under its rays, or that you enjoyed being out during the day. Your tongue was dry, from the continued deprivation of water and proper food, eyes were in a constant state of watering from how bright everything was around you. Arlong fed you just enough fish— however rotten they may have been— to keep your hair shiny and soft, the way he liked it, and gave you enough food to keep his favorite parts of you soft. But there was never enough to help you gain strength or muscle. If he ever suspected you were trying to grow stronger, the food would disappear until you were so weak you were unable to stand.

You will not run, he had told you, the moment he had taken you from your small island home, just along the calm belt in the North Blue, You will not run or it will be twice as bad for your pod, little one. 

A pretty little doll to sit on his lap, to be shown off, and toyed with later if he so desired. Muzzled and chained, clawed hands kept dull, and your pelt hidden away in a trunk somewhere in the park. You held no power here, his captive empress of the sea. Nothing for you to fight back with or a purpose to even try, but there was the promise of your home being destroyed should you even try to escape, reminders of your mothers' screams filled your mind every time the ocean beckoned, your pelt lazily left out on Arlong's bed when he left you after chasing his own pleasure. 

But it was for your village. To keep it safe. You had to keep it safe. Your brothers were just pups, your baby sister hadn't even opened her eyes yet when you had left. You had to protect them. Arlong would not hesitate the moment you moved out of line. He would destroy them all, for the crime of trading with humans and marrying among them, like your older sister had. You remember how devastated your mothers looked, holding each other as you were dragged away, a heavy metal collar fastened around your neck, a wail on your lips as your mothers both reached to you for a final time, screaming your name as they were held back by Chew and Kurobi. The last you heard of them was their roars of rage and pain.

It was that same night he broke you in, as you cried silently for your pod’s grief, crying for someone to help. The same night he left a grievous bite along your shoulder to claim you. You are mine and no one else’s, he snarled, smiling with your blood on his teeth as you thrashed beneath him, hitting and trying to wriggle away from him, so small under him, so helpless. No one will have you like this now. He had you map the currents of the waters he dominated. You were a gifted selkie, after all, blessed by the Mother of the Sea, rumored to be able to conduct the waves themselves and make it rain with your voice. That was not true of you, not yet, not when you had only started your training a few months before. Nevertheless, the currents were old friends of yours, swirling around you whenever you swam, invigorating you the longer you stayed in the depths before you were pulled back up by the chain on your wrist.

A good selkie, Arlong purred, a finger brushing over your cheek. Such a good selkie for me, telling me exactly where the undertows form. His nose had cut a groove in your cheek that night, as he had rutted into you, panting and grunting like a wild beast as he finished, leaving you a sticky, bleeding mess, weeping on the straw mattress of the ship's brig after a 'successful' excursion. 

So here you were chained, forcefully sitting on Arlong’s lap as Nami walked up to the pirate, a smirk on her lips as she tossed some treasure his way. The Marines had already made lewd comments about you. Ogling your body, laughing at how your lace, nearly see-through top only barely covered your form, and how your shorts hardly did anything to hide the bites along your thighs. You were his pretty little doll, wearing whatever he chose for you, and if you didn't? Well, he wasn't above making you walk around naked, sitting on his lap for all to see, but not to touch, demonstrating your pretty sounds for his crew when you had refused to wear what he chose, begging for something more concealing. How had he responded?

"Isn't my selkie lovely?" Arlong had crooned, shoving two fingers inside you, despite your screams. He had bound your hands above you, shoving a towel in your mouth to quiet your cries, pumping in and out of you. Chew looked over, tutting at the tears running down your face, and the way that you thrashed, hips jutting forward with each harsh pump. Arlong only grinned, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in tandem with his fingers. Your hips jutted forward, and your head sagged onto your shoulder as he forced an orgasm out of you, grinning dangerously as you came, spraying all over his hand, whimpering and trying to jerk away from his continuing touch. 

"She's yours for the night if you pay enough," Arlong grinned at Nezumi, letting you slump to the floor, numb to the laughter and predatory eyes on your body as the marine began to negotiate.

Nami’s gaze fluttered over you, and you looked away, eyes down. It was an unspoken agreement. You were friends, and allies, due to both of your situations, and you both attempted to make each other's sufferings better. You had spoken with her, in desperate confidence after she had found you the first time, left on a straw mattress in the basement cell under the main building. You were so similar, yet different. But you both acted for others. To keep your pod safe. For her to liberate her village. Forever branded by the monster who had caused your terrors, and forever invisible to the marines who were meant to help you.

The only respite was swimming. Bring dropped somewhere in the ocean, followed by however many of Arlong’s crew, just to keep an eye on you. But they knew you wouldn’t run. You had tried, early into your capture, and your grandfather paid the price, Arlong dropping a necklace that had belonged to him before you after he had pinned you to the wall, declaring that whenever you swam now, you would do it with iron shackles around your wrist, a thick iron chain securing you the ship, only allowing you to swim as far as the chain went, the crew able to pull you out of the water at any given moment, should they so desire, hurting you as they did.

But you pushed it away, shaking off the loss of your pelt, and held your breath as you had been taught by your mothers. Diving deep, deep into the ocean, feeling the waves churn around you, the way they pushed and pulled. You were free here. Able to memorize the dances of the water, and able to trace them out on paper, sloping arrows in deep blue ink on Nami’s wonderful maps. The most detailed currents were around Seal’s Drop, your home village, where you had played for years before you were taken. Sometimes, it was like the shackle wasn't there, when you went deep enough, the pressure making you dizzy in your humanoid form, and it was as if your mothers were swimming beside you, until your arm was pulled, forcing you back into the brightness of the day, laying on the deck as you were taken back to the park.

Nami’s gaze rested on you for just a second before she spoke to Arlong again. Another successful mission, more treasure to be gained, and some small-time pirates duped into helping her, along with getting a brand new ship for the fleet, one that could easily blend in with luxurious boats meant for the wealthy that lived in the east blue. Arlong grinned widely, sharp teeth on full display as he threw his hands into the air, looking down at the map that Nami passed him, a look of awe on his face as he traced out the shape of the Grand Line.

The call for a party had you keeping your head down lower. Parties meant Arlong drinking. Which meant forcing drinks down your throat, and an unpleasant night ahead, with puncturing bites and deep bruises. Your stomach churned at the thought. You would end up sick, no doubt, ending up retching and puking with Arlong having his way as you struggled, whimpering for him to stop. Arlong loosely put his hand around your throat and squeezed just enough to make your breath hitch, pulling you out of your mind.

“C’mon now my little selkie, it’ll be fun,” A malicious grin spread across his lips, sharpened teeth on full display. “Consider it a celebration of your recent success.”

“Of course,” You nodded, only looking at his teeth, avoiding his eyes. He hated it when he thought you weren't looking him in the eye.

“Make the arrangements—” Arlong stood up from his seat, ”And put my darling selkie away in the shade for a bit, she deserves a bit of rest,” a finger ran over your chin, “She’ll need the energy. For now, Nami, come with me, we have much to discuss.” His voice was sickening to you, and his touch made you shudder.

And then the green-haired man was brought in. And his eyes bored straight into yours, even as Arlong held you by your waist, fingers sinking into your skin so hard you knew it'd bruise. And when he’d pushed himself into the water, you couldn’t help but gasp, instinctually jumping forward, stopped by the hand around your waist. You were jerked backward, hitting your head on the corner of Arlong's chair, a small laugh bubbling from his lips as you rubbed at your head, whimpering. 

“Awh, did you find him cute?” Arlong had a vicious smile on his face, one finger tracing over the claiming bite he had made, pinching your chin and making you look up at him. “I’ll just have to remind you of who owns you. Maybe in front of him.” 

A shiver rolled down your spine, as you watched Nami pull the man from the water, flinching when you saw how hard he had been punched. But the moment he looked up, his eyes were on yours, before focusing on Nami, as the fishman gave news about Cocoyashi, sending her away to do what he needed, and dragging him away.

It wasn’t gentle being led to the cells, and you were thrown in with him, eyes on the floor, curled into a tight ball as your chains were fastened to the wall behind you,  the green-haired man in the corner across from you, eyes staring right into your soul. You only fell back into your mind, thinking of the kelp forest you and your older sister had learned to swim in.

[wyrdle]

Lol I'm insane for this. But Simon x my old man OC Seville, an ex-selkie from the 20th Century like Simon. Seville's existing backstory pairs so well with Simons it's hilarious lmao. In summary:

Pre-mushroom war era: Seville is a selkie, mistaken to be a seal, and his seal skin is stolen, resulting in amnesiac Seville living in the 20th century as a human for a good while. He doesn't know he's a selkie.

Mushroom War Era: He manages to survive through the sliver of selkie magic left.

Vampire Era: Part of Seville's backstory is being mauled by vampires for his delicious blood, his scarf covers up his injuries. The vampires reveal that he is actually a selkie all along. Through this traumatic incident, he goes into a hibernation, until present day Ooo.

Post gum war: He finds things drastically different, and goes in search of Dr Simon Petrikov, for help about uncovering his heritage. In AT canon, Simon and Betty's first talk at his lecture was about Selkie coves, so I'm thinking 20th century mythos were mostly decimated by the Mushroom war, as was most of humanity, leaving behind the craziest of magical stuff.

Anyway, most of their story together will be this journey to the selkie cove, which will be healing for both of them lol. Two old nerds!!!

[jaketeachesdeath]

Its another Halloween weekend post. Lets look at a little more Mythology. This time the Selkie.

Irresistible she stands and waits upon the costal shore

She longs and waits to return to the place she came before.

Land locked and bound by that wretched golden ring

You stole her coat and hid it far away, such a cruel thing

The fur she shed when she came ashore was her and hers alone

But you didnt hide it well enough, wedged between that sand and stone

I took it back that night, I scrambled up cliffs to make the grand reveal

Irresistible she stood, I paused, I knew my heart that she could steal

Beating heavy I unbound my arms, the delicate coat unravelled

A gentle touch, almost of fear, had she been unshackled?

Then off she took fleeing down the rocks the fur within her hands

I followed hastily, careful not fall, I met her on the sands

She draped the fur across her shoulders, the shawl flowed down her spine

Turning her head to look at me she stepped into the sea never to be mine

As the waves swept around her she started to transform

A Seal she became, off she swam, toward the nearing storm

I sat in the sand and watched as she dissappeared into the sea

Til not even her head could be seen amongst the waves, she made it free

Half Human, Half fish/seal the Selkies shed thier fur upon comming onto the land, these coats were often stolen so they could be forced into marrying the thief. Humans could not stop themselves falling in love with Selkies. Selkies cannot shapeshift without thier fur so cant return back to the sea forcing them to live on land.

The Grey Seal lives largely around Scotland and Ireland (and Norfolk) and thriving populations make up 40% of the global population. In Northern Ireland where the Seals breed in remote locations populations are thriving. This young Grey Seal is from Scotland.

Its thought that the reason people created Selkies is because folk from Ireland and Scotland came across Sami populations using Seal skins whilst on the water only to return to land to dry them off and 'transform' from a Seal to a Human. Sealskin is a fantastic product for keeping you warm, its also waterproof and windproof

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[theoceanoasis]

Could I ask for a Part II of the Soundwave saving selkie!Hot Rod when his skin got stolen? Would love for the two to get together proper and be happy!

Ever since the human had given him back his skin. He found himself unable to forget about him.

Growing up he heard all kinds of horror stories of what happens to selkies when humans take their skins.

When the same thing almost happened to him. He'd been terrified. Even now he had nightmares of being taken care from his home never to see the ocean again, as he was forced to be the humans mate.

Then another human saved him and gave him back his coat. Something most wouldn't have done. The human was special and even though he tried forgetting about him, he knew he couldn't. He wanted to mate with him.

Finally making a decision, he swam to the surface. Unable to ignore the pulling sensation anymore. His instincts screaming at him to mate with the human.

He didn't get out of the water. Only stuck his head up as he looked around trying to spot the human.

He circled the island looking around. A little reluctant to go back on land after what happened. When he finally found the human he sighed in relief. Watching him leave what must be his home.

He swam closer observing him as he worked on cleaning the beach. His heart pounding in his chest as he watched him work.

He dove back underwater and looked around for a beautiful rock. He then placed it on Soundwave's porch in the middle of the night. Telling him that he was interested in courting him.

After that he began leaving him little gifts. Always at night in fear that someone would see him and try to take him away.

One night he was delivering some metal he'd found at a shipwreck. When the door suddenly opened revealing Soundwave. He squeaked almost falling in surprise. When he felt strong arms wrap around his waist bringing him close.

The two stared at each other for a long moment and he thrust the gift into his hands, before running off. The human followed after him wanting to know why he was leaving him gifts. Feeling embarrassed, he looked down as he admitted his feelings for the human and wanting to court him.

The human was surprised and seemed unsure at first. Wanting to get to know him before courting. He assumed it was part of human courting ritual's and felt guilty for not thinking of them.

The human who he learned was named Soundwave. Asked him out on a date. Which was part of the humans courting ritual. He immediately agreed wanting to spend more time with him.

During their first date he had a lot of fun. Although he was nervous about being on land for so long and around so many humans. Worried about humans taking his coat. However he also knew Soundwave would defend him just like he defended him before which reassured him.

Soundwave took him to a restaurant where humans eat food. It was really good and he was surprised to learn they cook their fish.

He then took him to a magic place where they showed people trapped in magic screen. Soundwave called it a movie and reassured him they weren't actually trapped. It was so cool and he wanted to see more.

Their date was a lot of fun and he couldn't wait to go on more. Soundwave also seemed eager because he invited him on another date right after. Where the two of them were going to a festival hosted by the town.

He was so excited and couldn't wait to go. Even if he was a little nervous and being around so many humans.

[rattlyglitch]

Hello, you wrote that you accept requests. I hope this is still relevant? I made a request for this idea a long time ago to another person, but they are more focused on one-shot stories. So it would be great to see it in your performance. So what do you think about the idea that Silver is not a person? The idea is that the Knight of the Dawn is not a person but a selkie. Mythical creatures from Scottish and Irish folklore, sea people, beautiful seal people. One day he was caught and having stolen his skin, he was not allowed to leave. And then Silver appeared who took over the nature of his father. Almost nothing is known about selkies. Even in the time of Lilia's youth, they were no longer there. Many of Silver's kind either died in the ocean from predators or were caught by people. Most often, they were caught by sailors and forcibly taken, taking away their skins, thereby not allowing them to return back to the sea. Because of this, their kind disappeared. And they became a myth. The peculiarity of the selkies and their value was that they could become people without a potion and also in their beauty. And Silver belongs to this species. Now after so many years he is drawn back into the water. Most likely it will pass on the day of Lilia's departure, but instead of the overblot of Mellius, they have the utopian Silver who tried to. He is stopped by Ortho (or anyone else who is suitable, as you think), who saw that he was heading towards the water. Realizing that he intends to continue walking until he is completely immersed, Ortho saves him and carries him to the others for help. The others do not understand what is happening. After all, Silver never had such thoughts. In an attempt to figure it out, Lilia and Mellius somehow learn the truth. Lilia, even at the moment when she found Silver, takes the seal skin in which the child was wrapped and hides it. They also learn the reason why the selkies disappeared. And they simply cannot let him go there. They come to the decision to lock Silver away from the water and his skin. I would like more carpenter yandere Lilia and Mellius. And their thoughts about it. Starting with the utopian attempt ending with learning the truth. It would be great if Silver himself did not understand what was happening to him and instead of the truth he was deceived and forced to believe that he was not healthy. I would like the story to be from the perspective of Lilia and Mellius But this is purely my vision. You can change it as you wish. I hope that this idea will interest you.Also, if you are already tired ofSilver, it would be great to see a story about Leona.The idea is that he tries to commit suicide but remains alive. And his family takes care of him. Trying to understand why he tried to do this. His brother, sister-in-law and nephew love him very much and sometimes there can be too many of them. I'm not sure about the parents. If I'm not mistaken, they have not been mentioned yet. But in any case, I will be glad to see any of your stories! Thank you for your attention and have a good mood.

i love both of these ideas. I'll definitely write them. Their amazing and I plan to bring your ideas to life truly. My only question is the Silver idea is like canon age Silver right? I'm not sure if you know about the Silver au I have but I wanted to make sure I'm right that it's canon Silver age (which it does sound like) and find out if it is canon age are there any ships you want.

Also that Leona idea is amazing. I will definitely write that as well. I've always want d to explore the kind of dynamic I'd think they'd have.

I can't estimate a time when they'll be started or finished but hopefully it'll be started in November/December so first chapters of either or both fics will be out in those months or January because I'm working to make my Christmas oneshots in November.

I'll name you the Fairy Anon and @ that name so you know which chapters that have names belong to the fics you've requested. (They'll be added to my master post along the way)