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Hello!! I love your work so much ❤🥰. I wanted to know if I could request something with Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia? Something fluffy, loving with him?

Thank you so much ❤🥰

Dr Cupid.

Synopsis - Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.

Pairing - Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader

Warnings - a little cursing, a lot of tooth rotting fluff. mentions of blood and hospitals.

Age Rating - 16+

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - thank you for this request!! i love mickey so much. i've been a HUGE danny ramirez fan for years, so i was so excited when he was cast in top gun, and mickey did not disappoint. an angel <3

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You pull back the crinkly blue curtain with a bit too much force, startling the man sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry!" you apologise, closing it behind you. "These things are always lighter than I think they're going to be."

"It's alright, ma'am. No worries."

He's handsome. Really handsome. Big blue eyes, golden blonde hair, an air about him that exudes intelligence and compassion. You smile at him gently before retrieving his chart, giving it a once over quickly.

"Lieutenant Robert Floyd. United States Navy."

He introduces himself, shaking your hand formally. You tell him your name, and he repeats it carefully.

"Pretty name."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Please, call me Bob."

"Thank you, Bob."

He smiles at you bashfully, nodding his head.

"So, Bob, what seems to be the problem today?"

"Training exercise gone wrong. I'm clumsy. You can probably tell by my medical history."

You look over the chart, and laugh softly.

"So you are. What happened this time?"

"It's just a little cut, on my shoulder. I fell onto it, onto the tarmac. I told everyone I didn't need to see a doctor, but they insisted."

"Well luckily for you, I'm a nurse," you wink, chuckling when he blushes. "Let's get this shirt off you so I can take a look. You mind if I cut it?"

"Go ahead."

You cut a line clean down the middle of his t shirt, an old, grey thing. It falls off of him, allowing you to see his shoulder wound.

Just as you're about to explain your next steps, the curtain flies open, a man in a flight suit rushing in.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"He's with me. He's in my squad," Bob reassures you. "Fanboy, you don't have to be here."

"I want to be."

"Fanboy?" you ask, confused about the unusual name.

"It's my call sign. We're pilots. US Navy."

"Why didn't I know they had pilots in the navy? I thought that was the air force."

Fanboy grins at you, all gleaming white teeth, before holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Weapons Systems Officer."

You tell him your name, followed by 'nurse', which makes them both laugh.

"Well, Mickey, if you take a seat, I'll patch up Bob here and you can both get back to flying your jet planes."

Mickey steps around you, eyes darting over Bob as he goes. He catches sight of his bleeding shoulder, and all the colour drains from him.

You've seen this before.

He goes pale, and then wobbles on his feet. You stride over and wrap your arms around him, catching him as he passes out.

"Shit," Bob swears. "I'd help, ma'am, but I'm a little out of commission right now."

"It's alright," you chuckle. "This happens a lot. I'm stronger than I look."

You manage to walk Mickey backwards, sitting him in the chair that you originally sent him towards. You cradle his face in your hands, holding up his head. His eyes flutter open, straight onto you.

"Did I die? Is this heaven?" he whispers.

Both you and Bob try not to laugh as you check him over.

"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant. You're in the hospital, visiting Bob. He's hurt his shoulder. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," he murmurs, embarrassed.

You grab him a cup of water, placing it into his hand carefully.

"You okay?"

His big brown eyes are locked on you, not leaving for a minute. He's beautiful, you realise suddenly. Yes, Bob is handsome, but Mickey is beautiful.

"I get a little weird around blood."

"You're telling me."

The smile he gives you is enough to move mountains.

"Okay, Garcia, listen up. You're gonna sit here and drink your water. Take big, slow, deep breaths. And do not, under any circumstances, look at Bob, okay? Keep your eyes on me, no matter what."

"Yes ma'am."

You leave him in his chair, returning your attention to the blonde. You take a good look at the wound, and decide it'll need a couple of stitches.

"I'm gonna clean this up for you, and sew it shut. I'm sure you'll heal fast, being a healthy pilot and all."

You glance over at Mickey, and see that he's still watching you. Gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"Bob, I won't lie to you. This is going to hurt. Feel free to hold onto me if you need to."

You numb his shoulder, before getting to work stitching it up. You flick your eyes to Mickey intermittently, smiling gently when his stare meets yours.

"Garcia, did you bring any spare clothes? I had to cut Bob's shirt off. I doubt he wants to walk out of here shirtless."

"Yeah, Phoenix has a bag in the waiting room. I'll go and grab it."

You watch him carefully as he stands, making sure he doesn't pass out again. He leaves, and Bob grins at you.

"He likes you."

"Everyone likes me, Bob. I'm a good nurse."

"No, he likes you. That's the quietest I've ever heard him sit. And he took your orders. He doesn't do that for anyone."

You shake your head, smiling as you do it.

"Are you single?"

"Very forward, Lieutenant."

"For him, not for me! You're beautiful," he justifies, "but I'm sort of dating my copilot."

"Sort of?"

"It's complicated."

"Then make it uncomplicated, Bob."

He thinks for a moment, before nodding.

"You're right. I'm going to talk to her."

Mickey comes barging back in with a t shirt in hand.

"Phoenix packed you an overnight bag, just in case. She says this is your shirt anyway."

You look at Bob and wink, chuckling when he blushes.

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"That's all. You've been a perfect patient Bob," you say, squeezing his other shoulder. "If you go to the desk, they'll give you some spare dressings for when you need to change it. Besides that, just take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay. Understood. Thank you, for everything. I appreciate it."

The two of them leave in a flurry of thanks, Mickey casting a longing glance back at you. You can hear them bickering on the other side of the curtain.

"Fine!" you hear Mickey say, before he reappears.

"Uh... hi."

"You forget something?" you ask, looking around the bed.

"Yeah. To ask you out."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, corners of your lips twitching.

"And to apologise. For before. Passing out, and all. I, uh-"

He scratches the back of his neck nervously before perching on the edge of the bed. You move to sit next to him, leg pressing into his.

"I practically grew up in a hospital. My Dad wasn't a nice guy, so my Mom was here all the time."

You lace your fingers with his, resting them on your thigh.

"I used to try and clean up her injuries at home the best I could, but sometimes it wasn't enough. He finally left when I was thirteen, and I didn't have to play doctor anymore."

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Now, as an adult, I have this crazy reaction to blood. Even just a papercut is enough to have me hyperventilating. I guess I saw so much of it when I was a kid, that I can't handle it now?"

He looks at you expectantly, unsure of what you'll say.

"It's way more common than you think, you know. I have people pass out on me all the time. You're not alone, I promise."

He smiles at you softly, and you're convinced you've never met someone more beautiful.

"I have a friend who works on the fourth floor. She's a psychiatrist - which I know people roll their eyes at, especially men - but, she's really great to talk to. About anything. She can help with phobias. I've seen her do it."

He nods almost imperceptibly.

"I mean... it can't hurt to talk to her, right? Just once?"

"Exactly. I can give you her number, you can give her a call whenever suits you."

He nudges your shoulder with his, your hands still linked.

"Thank you. Bob doesn't love hospitals either, but you really set his mind at ease today."

"Just doing my job."

"Trust me, you're doing a hell of a lot more."

You feel the heat rise up your chest, praying he can't hear how fast your heart is beating.

"I know you probably work crazy shifts here, but... would you like to go for dinner sometime? I'd love to get to know you in a less... uh... clinical setting."

You grin at him, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I'd love to. As long as you promise not to pass out," you wink.

"That is a promise I cannot make."

You laugh with him, shaking your head.

"I should get back to work. God knows this place needs me."

"Of course. Do your thing, SuperNurse."

You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, handing him a card with your number on.

"Call me."

"What time do you get off?"

"7."

"I'll call you at 7:01."

"Deal," you laugh, pulling the curtains back.

You watch as he leaves to join Bob and a woman you assume is Phoenix in the waiting area. You wave at Mickey as you go, the other two pilots looking between you with knowing grins on their faces.

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pm-my-hubbies · 3 months

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My aunt and her kids in a nutshell.

we are on like covid variant #100037 and rsv/flu/pneumonia cases are rising and people will show up unmasked and be like “yeah i’ve been sick for days :/” like. ok. Get the fuck away from me then? why are you out here breathing on everything. the very least you could be doing is masking. NOT hacking into open air every two seconds.

#this!!!!#and for christs sake tell your young kids to wear masks at school #flu season is already bad wnough at elementary schools and daycarws #and if youre sick or your kid is sick maybe dont send them to school jfc esp when you dont know what theyre sick w #my kid cousins entire class got rsv and rhinovirus back to fucking back #protect each other and protect kids #for the love of christ make sure youre vaccinated and that any kids in your life are also vaccinated

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“HA HA HA, AGAIN” I say I scroll back up to the beginning to reread the fic.❤️

A Modern Cinderella Story:

It was New Year’s Eve, and although you had planned on staying in, your best friend Daya had been begging you to go to this party all week.

You weren’t exactly thrilled about it, being more of an introvert, but you didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Are you sure you can even bring a plus one?” You picked at your gel manicure as you sat on the couch across from her.

“Yes! I talked to Urban about it. We just have to leave our phones at the door” Daya squealed as she could see you visibly changing your mind.

“Is this Jack Harlows party?”

“Yeah! But he’ll probably be too busy at the DJ booth or something. That’s his thing now” she snorted.

Daya was a model, an Instagram model but still gorgeous and full of opportunities nonetheless. Thats how she met Urban and scored this invite in the first place.

“Fine, I’ll go! But you have to help me pick out an outfit!” You stood up from the couch, ready to start the shower as Daya rummaged through your things.

Daya knew you had an innocent crush on Jack, and was making it her mission to get you two acquainted by the end of the night.

When you were out of the shower you had three dresses laid across your bed that you didn’t recognize, laughing to yourself as you noticed they were all Dayas, two of them still had their original tags.

Once you were clothed in pajamas, you went into the living room, where Daya scrolled on her phone avoiding your gaze.

“D! You expect me to wear one of those dresses? It won’t be too much?”

“It’s New Year’s Eve! Trust me! Please?” She poked her bottom lip out knowing you’d oblige.

You threw your head back and laughed before turning back around and walking into your bedroom. You only had an hour and half to get ready so you had to be quicker than usual.

When you and Daya walked into the party you were immediately greeted by tons of people you didn’t know. You both set your phones aside at the door and you followed her lead as she worked the room.

Both of you got a drink at the open bar to calm your nerves, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people present.

“So you’re the famous y/n huh? Daya talks about you a lot” Urban came up behind you both with a giant smile. He was nice and inviting just as Daya had explained him to be.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too” you smirked, nursing the drink you had ordered at the bar. Daya blushed, trying not to look at you with wide eyes as she was embarrassed.

You practically choked on your drink when you spotted Jack, he was a lot taller in person than expected, more handsome too.

Urban followed your gaze, “do you want me to introduce you?” He yelled over the music, catching you off guard as you nervously shook your head.

“No? Are you sure?” Urban teased knowing what Dayas plan for the night was.

“She means yes!” Daya dragged you by the arm and you two followed Urban to the DJ booth.

“Daya…” you warned, already feeling incredibly shy.

Jack leaned down, listening to Urban as he told him your names.

He exited the DJ booth giving both you and Daya a warm hug, which neither of you expected.

“I’m Jack! Nice to meet you both” he was definitely humble, which surprised you considering he had every reason not to be.

He pulled back, making direct eye contact with you. His aquamarine eyes made you almost freeze in the moment.

“Y/N? Do you want to help me up here?” He motioned to the DJ area. “Maybe we can leave these two to have a moment alone?” He smirked, noticing Urban and Daya hadn’t taken their eyes off each other yet.

“Here, let me take your drink” he took it from you placing it to the side as he grabbed both of your hands and helped you up the steps. Jack knew he had to help you up the wooden steps as he noticed your heels immediately.

“Thank you, there is no way I could’ve made it up those with these on.” You tapped your heels against the wooden floor you were standing on.

They were three-inch heels and Jack still towered over you.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so either” he laughed, his laugh immediately drawing you in.

You both couldn’t stop smiling, the flirty banter coming off more natural than you thought it would.

“Do you always DJ your own parties?” You teased, making him blush.

“I guess you could say, it’s a new hobby of mine” he chuckled, tongue to cheek.

“I see! A man of many talents” you giggled, placing your hand on his chest briefly.

“You’re familiar with my other…” he paused, trying to compose himself, trying not to laugh. “Talents?”

“Mhm,” you smiled, leaning over him. “Show me what this does?” You pointed to a knob on the soundboard. Truthfully you weren’t at all interested in any of that, you just wanted to keep him talking.

As the night went on, you didn’t leave that spot with Jack. The two of you talked for hours, it wasn’t until almost midnight that you realized you hadn’t seen Daya in a while.

You had a few empty solo cups beside you and eventually moved to sitting down. There was a private area beside the DJ booth and your legs somehow ended up across Jack's lap, your heels had fallen off beside him.

Jack shared some plans for his upcoming album, and you expressed your excitement letting him know you’d want to keep in touch.

It was almost midnight, and you and Daya had originally planned to beat traffic by leaving early.

You started to look around the room, which worried Jack as he realized you were preparing to leave.

“Leaving me already?” He pouted, his hand resting on your thigh.

“If I stay, you won’t have a chance to miss me” you winked before standing up, pulling your dress down as it had been previously bunched up from sitting.

Jacks eyes staying on you as you now noticed Daya was already making her way over.

Jack felt a sense of disappointment wave over him as he wanted you to be his New Year’s kiss, not having had one last year either.

“Our Uber is outside! Come on!” Daya hollered as she helped you down the steps.

The sheer tights you had under your dress hit the party floor and you immediately noticed you had left your heels with Jack.

You and Daya ran outside hoping to catch your Uber before he left to pick up someone else but it was too late as you two watched him drive away.

“Fuck!” Daya groaned, ordering another Uber.

“It’s going to be a ten-minute wait” she groaned as the two of you sat down on the curb.

“Y/N? Where the hell are your shoes?”

Before you could answer you spotted both Jack and Urban running toward the two of you, Jack with your heels in his hands.

“Right there” you smirked as you watched Jack's curls flop up and down with every stride.

“Ooooh, you’re like Cinderella or something” Daya teased.

“Does that make me Prince Charming?” Jack teased having heard Daya as he ran up to you.

“Damn you have good hearing” you giggled.

“A man of many talents remember?” He handed you your heels.

“Something like that” keeping eye contact as he leaned down to kiss you, just as the fireworks started to fill the sky.

“Happy New Year Cinderella” he laughed through continued kisses.

“Happy New Year Jack.”

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DAMMIT, WE WERE THIS CLOSE👌🏾

The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Seven

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Summary: An attack on Arthur’s imprisoned brother Orm leaves him with no choice but to rely upon you, a friend made due to unfortunate circumstances nearly a decade ago, to provide safe haven while he restores peace to Atlantis. Suddenly tasked with sheltering a sullen former king results in a very different summer vacation than you had originally envisioned, but changes both of your lives forever.

Warnings: Feats of Atlantean Strength, Discussion of Orm's Injuries, Almost-kiss, Dog

Word Count: 1317

As you opened the curtains the next morning you were surprised to find the dock empty. There was no evidence of water on the dock, or freshly caught fish. You stepped out of your room and looked into his…empty…Frowning, you headed to the back deck and heard a rustling in the trees.

“Fuck, not again” You muttered, taking a step backward toward the cabin then stopped and blinked your eyes several times. You doubted your sight as Orm stepped out of the woods with, essentially, an entire tree propped up on his right shoulder. You started openly, undeniably impressed.

“Good morning” He called to you, somewhat smugly, and continued toward the wood pile out of your line of sight. You stepped inside and went over to the other door, shocked to find he’d collected five fallen trees while you’d been sleeping. You slid into your shoes and walked over to him.

“This is incredible. Are you…is your arm ok though?” You looked to it, concerned about the strain on the steri-strips.

“I am not even using that arm do not worry.” He nodded.

Oh of course, he was just hauling trees one handed. You shook your head in awe.

“Well, I guess we need to break down the trees before they can be chopped into firewood.” You mused. “There are a few options – chainsaw or hacksaw…” You looked to him. “I am assuming you would prefer the option that does not use fossil fuels?”

“You are correct, that is absolutely my preference.”

“Ok then.” You grabbed the sawhorses from beside the shed, thankfully there were multiple sets that could accommodate the length he was working you. Next, you grabbed the three hacksaws of varying sizes. “If you lift one up, I’ll put the supports under it?”

He nodded and moved to the middle of one of the trees, lifting it smoothly. You can see it did cost him some effort, but it was still an incredible feat. You wasted no time propping the sawhorses at intervals under the tree and he carefully settled the weight of it into them. You held out the hacksaws for him to inspect.

“I am thinking you will want the one with larger teeth?”

He took it from you and tested it out on the trunk of the tree. It was once again a display of his strength as he was able to make a sizable cut into the wood.

“This will do quite nicely.” He commented before returning to cutting. You felt awkward just standing there, gawking at him, so you headed back inside to make breakfast.

As the pair of you finished eating, you asked him to collect his clothes into the laundry basket so you could wash them. While he headed back to continue his project, you did a load of laundry. Once it was finished, you brought the basket out to the clothesline to dry in the sun. Well, not all of it. The underwear you put in the dryer, not wanting to display it in the yard.

Of the five trees he’d collected, only two remained intact. The rest lay in pieces on the ground. When you’d finished clipping the clothes to the line, you headed over to tidy the logs into a pile to keep the path clear and make it easier for him to break down the last two. You really should have worn gloves, you reflected, as you felt a sliver pierce the skin of your palm.

“Damn.” You muttered to yourself, angling your palm in the sunlight to try and figure out where the track was to push it back out. Your curse summoned him to your side, and he took your hand in his.

“How has your kind managed to dominate the surface with skin as weak as paper.” He muttered in a mixture of affection and annoyance.

You laughed a little and shrugged.

“Violence and utter lack of respect for nature?” You offered. “Aha!” You exclaimed as you found the splinter’s track and, using the thumbnail of your other hand, you pushed it back out of your skin.

His fingers brushed the offending piece of wood off your palm, and he nodded.

“I find no fault with your argument.” He replied.

You grinned and shook your head affectionately.

“I’ll go grab a pair of gloves and be right back.”

Returning from the shed, your hands protected by a pair of work gloves, you continued stacking the logs. Once the trees were broken down, you put the sawhorses away together, and he returned to the axe, breaking the logs down into firewood. The two of you worked rather well together as he quartered the logs and you stacked them in the woodshed. The day past quickly, even though it was turning into a hot one, and you were able to ignore the growing boat traffic on the lake, signalling yet another Friday wave of weekenders. You took a break for lunch and a swim midafternoon, but both seemed more than happy to spend the rest of the day working.

By the time the sun started sliding behind the treetops, the pile of logs had been reduced by half. The law was covered in sawdust and wood chips, but you could not help but feel a great sense of accomplishment. The family was going to be very impressed with your contribution to the winter fuel. You turned to grab some more firewood from beside the chopping block, but the wood chips beneath your feet shifted and you stumbled awkwardly, catching yourself on the nearest thing…which happened to be Orm.

Reflexively, he wrapped an arm around your hips and steadied you against him.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed and moved to step back, but he was still holding you to his side. You looked up to him to find he was already looking down at you. You blushed as you realized how close you were, his eyes peering into yours. You saw them flick down to your mouth before looking back to your eyes. Your breath became shaky as you unconsciously licked your lips. He began to close the distance between you until something warm and soft slammed into both your legs.

He froze as he heard someone calling from down the path and took a hurried step back to put a respectable distance between the two of you. You were not able to contain the look of disappointment as it flowed across your face, but the enthusiastic licks of the intruder on your legs caught your attention. You crouched down to scritch the neighbour’s dog behind the ears as it sat on the ground, panting happily as you at last give it attention.

Orm eyed the creature skeptically but looked over as your neighbour finally came into view on the path

“There you are you rascal.” They said to the dog, who romped over to them happily. “Sorry about him, he’s just happy to be here.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“No worries. Just a heads-up, though, we ran into quite a large bear on the other side of the tracks the other day.”

Your neighbour thanked you for the warning before dragging the enthusiastic ball of fur back to their yard.

“I’m going to clean up these woodchips.” You murmured and fetched a rake and a garbage bag. You raked the chips out of the grass into piles before putting them in the bag. They would be useful as either kindling or to fill in muddy patches on the path.

Your meal that night was once again leftovers, as you don’t have the energy to make anything new. You also insisted on changing his bandage before bed and couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly the wounds had closed. You wrapped them up again, so he didn’t disturb the healing in his sleep, before bidding him goodnight.

Sleep came again quickly after such a physical day.

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Girl, I felt the tingle too from that kiss on the hands.🥰🤭

The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Six

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Warnings: Bear Attack, Orm Injury, Blood, First Aid, Discussion of Atlantean Healing

Word Count: 2083

By the following weekend, the pile of logs to be split had dwindled significantly. Activity on the lake was picking up again, so you suggested you go on a walk into the woods, to both look for felled trees and get away from the racket.

Your planned route was not arduous, but it was hot in the thick of the trees and sunbaked granite, so you put your bathing suit on underneath your shorts and tank top to be ready to swim as soon as you returned to the lakeshore. You also applied sunscreen to your exposed skin, as he read the back of the bottle curiously.

“We can’t all be as perfect as you…” You teased lightly. “Sunburns are terribly uncomfortable.”

Making sure you each had a bottle of water, and a bucket to collect any blueberries there might be, you headed off with him down the path to the railway tracks. You stopped at the edge and let him take in the space without a freight train barreling through the landscape, before leading him across and deeper into the trees. You were by no means an elegant hiker, but you made your way up the slope of the path, avoiding the mud churned up by ATVs. The two of you noted some trees that had fallen as a result of wind or at the end of the life. He stated he would come back later to collect them.

You emerged from the thick of the trees onto a landscape of granite rocks and twisted jack pine trees. It was a rather foreign landscape compared to the woods or the lakeshore.

“Here is where we might find blueberries.” You said excitedly and headed over to inspect one of the patches of green. You crouched down and carefully ran your fingers through the leaves before picking a few triumphantly. “Aha!”

You enthusiastically began to pick a few more before putting them in your hand and rinsing them with a splash of water from your water bottle. You popped a few in your mouth and smiled as they were still warm from the sun and reminded you of a fresh blueberry pie.

“You enjoy the taste then?” He asked, much closer than you remembered.

You opened your eyes to see him crouching down right in front of you. You held out your hand and he plucked a few from your palm, the tips of his fingers sliding along your skin. You were powerless to stop the shiver that thrilled through you. You watched as he slid the blueberries past his generous lips before popping them with his teeth and nodding.

“They are sweet but not overwhelmingly so…and warm.” He commented.

His words brought you back to the moment and you nodded quickly.

“Exactly. It reminds me of a dessert my mom makes every summer. Blueberry pie.”

He smiled a little at the mention of your mother…And you realized you had listened to his entire life story without sharing any part of your own.

“I would very much like to try it…” He replied.

“Well then we need to pick a lot more of these.” You laughed and settled in to pick everything within your reach, teaching him to pick only the darkest of the berries, leaving the white or green ones to ripen a while longer. As you shifted around the patch, the bucket getting fuller between the two of you, you told him stories of berry picking with your family…of eating more blueberries than you put in the bucket…

As the time passed, however, you began to feel…unnerved. You found yourself looking across the clearing to the edge of the trees until the shadows moved. You inhaled sharply, and his focus was immediately on you.

“Bear.” You said quickly and quietly, and his eyes shot across the clearing to see the black bear emerge fully, sniffing the wind. The animal was startingly large…not like the females that came close to the cottage sometimes. No, this was a huge male that roamed a large territory, and you were now in it.

“Stand up slowly.” You spoke low and even, moving carefully. He followed your direction, shifting subtly to place his entire form between you and the bear. “Wave your arms slowly and talk to me, we have to show we are not prey.”

You both began to wave your arms.

“Are humans not prey for bears, then?”

“No. We are not. This type of bear is a scavenger…they like berries and fish and dead animals.” You peered around his torso and frowned as the bear started huffing defensively, pawing at the ground.

“It might charge.” You said with dread in your voice. You were doing everything the nature books said and yet the bear still seemed threatened. Orm was in and of himself a very threatening being. That may have been the issue.

“It is charging.” He confirmed with surprising calm.

You heard it roar and start across the clearing.

“Hit it in the face!!!” You managed to squeak out and pressed yourself fully against his back, admittedly terrified.

You felt Orm brace for the impact, holding his arms out to defend you as the snarling bear drew closer. It let out a bellow as it plowed into him, sliding the two of you backwards along the bare rock, but Orm kept his feet, and you were able to do the same by wrapping your arms around his waist. The bear reared up and snarled again as it swiped at Orm’s left arm with its wicked claws before you felt Orm shift and slam his right fist into its muzzle.

The bear let out a rather pathetic noise, one of pain mixed with surprise, as it tumbled back. It scrambled to its feet and scampered off into the woods. At least the books were right about that – black bears could indeed be scared off by fighting back. You unwrapped your arms from Orm’s torso and stood, immediately seeing the angry gashes on his forearm. He turned to face you once the bear was out of sight and seemed much more focused on your wellbeing. You grabbed your water bottle and quickly dumped it over his wound.

“Bear claws are filthy.” You babbled, adrenaline making your hands shake a little. You needed to stop the bleeding. You paused, trying to formulate a plan, before pulling your shirt up and off, folding it into a long strip. As Orm looked on curiously, you pressed the center of the fabric strip to this wound, wrapping it under his arm before pulling the ends back to the front and tying them tightly over the wound to put pressure on it. You picked up his hand and pressed your finger into his skin, pleased to see the blood flow replenish the colour quickly.

“We have to get you back to the cottage…” You turned to pull him back to the path, away from the bear, but he pulled you back to him, the fingers of his good hand sliding under your chin, raising your eyes to his.

“Are you alright?” He asked calmly, seemingly unfazed by what had transpired.

You blinked and nodded dumbly, forcing yourself to take a few calming breaths.

“Yes, sorry, thank you.” You murmured sheepishly.

“Then we can go.” He nodded and let go of your chin, leaning down to pick up the bucket of hard-won blueberries, before letting you lead him back down the path in your bathing suit and shorts.

Neither of you seemed inclined to break contact, and so you held his hand the entire way, taking him straight into the bathroom. You motioned for him to sit on the stool and took out the first aid kit. Your hands were thankfully no longer shaking. You unwrapped your ruined shirt and dropped it directly into the garbage bin. You grabbed some antiseptic and looked to him apologetically.

“This might sting a little…” You knelt on the ground to be face-to-face with the wound on his forearm as you very carefully cleaned it out. You could see right before your own eyes he was already healing; the bleeding had stopped. The bear’s claws had not been able to cut very deep into his Atlantean flesh, but the wound still needed care. You added anti-bacterial cream before closing each gash with sets of steri-strips, offsetting and trimming them with careful precision. You placed gauze over the wounds and wrapped it with bandages.

“Too tight?” You asked once you’d tied it.

“Not at all.” He murmured and you nodded before cleaning up.

“Between you and me, we’re going to use a whole first aid kit before this month is out.” You muttered ruefully as you changed the Band-Aid on your thumb. You looked back to him, still sitting on the stool. “Are you in pain?”

“I will be fine. Thank you,” he replied, making eye contact again. “for your prompt care and the sacrifice of your garment…”

You shook your head quickly.

“I would have died…the thanks are all mine…” You blinked as you remembered he’d just punched a huge land animal. You quickly picked up his right hand and examined his knuckles, putting gentle pressure on the bones of his hand. “Is your hand ok?”

He nodded as his fingers closed around yours, gently turning you hand and lifting your knuckles to his lips. “I am fine.” He confirmed again before pressing a kiss to your skin.

The air shuddered from your lungs, stunned that hands so strong could feel so soft…that a mouth that could speak so harshly had such tender lips.

“I…” You dropped your eyes and they looked around for something to focus on, landing on the bucket of blueberries. “I will get these cleaned up then.” You slipped your hand from his, grabbing the blueberries and fleeing to the kitchen.

The intensity of your body’s response to him was overwhelming, particularly when it mixed with the residual adrenaline. You rinsed the blueberries carefully and lay them out to dry on paper towel, before going down to the lake for a swim. You needed to cool off and calm down or you would absolutely embarrass yourself further.

You jumped in and dunked yourself a number of times before simply floating, the frenzied feeling leeching away into the water. As you climbed out of the lake, he offered you a towel…making you realized you’d forgotten to bring one with you.

“Thank you.” You smiled sheepishly and wrapped yourself up in it. “So.” You looked to him. “Blueberry pie?”

He nodded softly and you headed up to the cottage together. You changed into real clothes and worked with him to make the filling and crust before assembling the pie. Once it was in the oven, you pulled down a wine glass. “I am going to have a glass of mead, an alcoholic beverage made with honey. Would you like to try some?”

“Yes, please.” He answered and you grabbed another glass. You poured a tasting size portion for him and a proper glass for yourself, before bringing the bottle with you as you sat in the living room to relax while the pie baked. He sniffed and swirled the mead before tasting it and you were once again struck by the cultural similarities – though how beverages were serviced and ingested in the ocean was something you would ask him about later. He gave you a nod of approval and you added to his glass.

The warmth of the alcohol spread from the centre of your body out to the tips of your fingers and toes, relaxing you deeply. As you drank, you took the opportunity to tell him about your life – your family, your childhood. The timer beeped once the pie finished, and you pulled it out to cool. Together, you threw together some leftovers for dinner and continued drinking and talking over your meal and dessert.

Thankfully the pie turned out to be worth it effort he had put into collecting those blueberries with you, and you finished the night by cleaning the kitchen. The very close encounter with that bear had truly driven home the importance of keeping the cottage clean. By bedtime, the bottle was empty. You were both thoroughly relaxed, and he was also well-versed in your life in turn. Crawling into bed, it was not a struggle to fall asleep. You melted into the sheets boneless after the effort of the day and slept soundly through the night.

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This man is just full of surprises, isn’t he?🤭

The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Five

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Warnings: Minor Reader Injury, Anger Management Through Wood Chopping, Allusions to Orm's Traumatic Childhood

Word Count: 1633

By the time you returned from the dock, he had retired to his room, the door closed behind him. You frowned but left him to his peace, turning in for the night as well.

Monday dawned peacefully, the revellers from the night before sleeping off the aftereffects of their indulgences. As you came down to the dock, he was just coming out of the water with fresh fish for breakfast.

“I thought I’d get out in the kayak before it gets too busy” You smiled and he nodded, putting the fish in a bucket of water in the cabana before joining you. It felt good to do something almost normal…if you could call the last week normal…By the time you returned to the dock, the annoying water sport enthusiasts were growing in numbers on the lake and you both headed inside in silent agreement.

You got started on breakfast, making a miso soup that morning to use the tofu and wakame in a way you both enjoyed. As you were slicing the green onions to top the soup, you misjudged and sliced into the pad of your thumb with a hiss. He set down his own knife, having be working on the fish beside you, and turned to see the blood welling out of your cut.

“You are too careless!” He snapped and you visibly winced at his tone. “You need to pay better attention!” He continued obliviously as you put your thumb in your mouth to contain the blood. Without a sound you turned and went to the bathroom to deal with it.

He was hot on your heels and took your hand in his, carefully cleaning and bandaged it. His actions were a lot softer than his outburst and you slowly looked up to him. “Thank you.” You said as he finished.

You both returned to the kitchen quietly, lost in your respective thoughts as you ate and cleaned up. As you finished putting the dishes away you turned to him. “I want to show you something, will you let me?” You hoped a distraction might help channel some of his simmering rage.

He nodded slowly and you put on your runners, holding his brand-new pair out to him. You led him out across the yard to the woodshed where logs waited to the chopped for the winter. “This is how we heat the cottage when it is cold outside. We collect trees that fall or are left by logging crews. They don’t fit into the wood stove this size, though. They have to be chopped.” You stepped into the shed and returned with two axes. One was more your size while the other was for a larger, stronger person like him.

You set the large axe on the ground, leaning against the woodshed, and grabbed a medium sized log, setting it on the stump that served as the chopping block. You took a step back and made sure he was a good distance away before swinging the axe into the log, pleased when it split in half. You picked up one half and did it again. The last piece was a little more stubborn, but you got it cut in half with some persuasive whacks on the stump.

“This is the size they need to be. Did you want to try?” You held out the larger axe to him and he nodded, taking it from you.

You took your chopped wood and added it to the pile before putting a medium log on the stump for him. You then stepped back and watched as he sliced clean through it in an effortless swing. Swallowing back your jealously you nodded. The rest came naturally to him. He began to methodically work through the pile of logs building up a rather attractive sheen of sweat, the woodshed filling with cut wood, ready for the stove.

As he worked, the tension seemed to ease out of him and you quietly went back inside to prepare some chicken meatballs for dinner, and a salad and handmade chicken tenders for lunch. He was going to be hungry…but he would hopefully have burnt off that anger constructively. He cleared his plate at lunch, before heading back out for the afternoon. By four o’clock, most of the weekenders had left and the lake was settling back into the usual quiet. After cleaning up from a very well received dinner of pasta and meatballs, he asked you to show him how to use the shower.

You walked him through it, showing him the ecologically friendly shampoo, conditioner, and soap. While he showered, you sat out on the veranda, enjoying the bird song as twilight descended. He joined you after a while, wearing a fresh set of clothing. You both picked up your books before he disturbed the silence.

“I find I am quick to anger.” He spoke quietly, looking out over the lake. You were stunned for a moment; he had never said anything so personal before.

“All emotions are valid. Your anger is a valid feeling, and from what I know, well-founded…what matters is what you do with your anger. What matters is whether you control it, or it controls you.”

He turned to look at you then and the story of his parents practically fell out of him. The story of Orvax and Atlanna was not a happy one and caught in the middle of that was a young Orm. He had watched his own mother sacrificed to a horde of terrifying creatures. You could tell he was keeping an iron grip on his emotions, seemingly driven to get the full story out. You looked to him softly as he trailed off after describing The Trench.

“I am so sorry you had to go through that, Orm.” Your statement was heartfelt, and he nodded before shifting in his chair, picking up his book as though that intense moment of revelation had not just occurred.

You turned back to your own book as well, but you were not really seeing the words on the page…you were processing the horror of his childhood. No wonder he had such intense rage. Eventually the words before you came into focus and you read through the chapter, finding yourself increasingly exhausted. “I think I’ll turn in for the night.” He nodded in reply, and you headed to bed.

The wood pile became a focus for him, and as it grew, his tension and outbursts lessened. He also opened up more and more, continuing to tell you the story of his childhood under the tyrant Orvax…who had poisoned his mind entirely against the surface and whittled away his emotional competence until he was nothing but a reactionary ball of anger. The night his story got closer to the events of the last year, he seemed hesitant to continue.

“I am certain Arthur told you what I did…he is your close friend after all.” There was a hint of jealousy in his words, and concern that you might be on Arthur’s side by default.

You shook your head immediately.

“He provided me with a very brief overview of the last year before he left, that’s all…and I would be honoured if you would continue to trust me with your story…I am on the whole, neutral. I will admit I was shocked by the global tsunami event, that’s what the media has dubbed it, but honestly….” You paused for a moment, seeking the right words. “While extreme, and the loss of life was troubling, it felt justified.”

He looked to you curiously.

“You approve of what I did?” He asked, somewhat stunned.

“Approve is strong word…I understand, I empathize…You solved a problem many of us were asking our leaders to solve, you overrode the inaction of our governments. But I am not certain the ends justified the means…” You clarified carefully.

He nodded and was silent for a while as he took that in. You played with the edge of the page your book lay open to. It had become more of a prop really, a pretense for him to talk in a safe space, in the quiet of the evening. You exhaled carefully when he did begin speaking again, revealing to you his arranged marriage and the alliance with his father-in-law-to-be. As he spoke, he seemed to be re-examining everything that took place from a new perspective and you listened patiently, offering nods or verbal affirmations to show you were engaged in what he was saying.

“While I was imprisoned…my mother came to see me often.” His face softened then. “Arthur saved her…but she still made time for me…”

You stiffened and cleared your throat.

“Sorry to interrupt but I would say, to me it sounds as though she saved herself…and Arthur found a way to bring her home after finding her incidentally while searching for Atlan’s trident.”

He left out a soft chortle and you sat, stunned. That was definitely a new noise, one that he had never made in your presence.

“I believe you make a very good point.” He smirked a little.

Your cheeks burned under his praise…praise might have been a strong word to use, but that is exactly what it felt like, and you glanced to the side shyly.

“Thank you.” He said suddenly, eyes seeking yours boldly. “You have listened to me with endless patience…I am grateful.”

The heat on your skin intensified, creeping down your neck, as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

“I…am honoured that you have trusted me with your story…” You replied lamely. “You’re welcome.” You tacked on quickly.

“I do…trust you.” He confirmed with a nod before standing. “I will retire for the evening. See you in the morning.”

You nodded, watching him head down the hall to his room in stunned silence.

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Four

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Warnings: Orm Is Still Self-Righteous and Skeptical of Humans

Word Count: 2091

The lake was as smooth as glass when you opened your curtains the next morning. A perfect morning to take out one of the kayaks. Your eyes shifted to the dock, and you found yourself smiling a little to see Orm standing there. You pulled the curtains closed again and slid into one of your bathing suits, pulling a jumpsuit cover-up over top. You applied some sunscreen and opened the curtains again before heading down to the dock.

Grabbing one of the yellow single-seater kayaks laying on the front lawn, you slung it onto your shoulder and turned to head to the water.

“Good morning.” He greeted you, at your side. You jumped a little, startled, but managed not to drop the kayak.

“Good morning! The water is so calm, I was thinking of going kayaking. Did you want to join me?”

He eyed the plastic boat, and the way you were shifting on your feet a little as the weight of it seemed to increase the longer you held it, with notable skepticism. He reached out and took it from you easily.

“I might just swim along side?” He carried it down to the dock for you.

“Right, of course. Thank you!” You followed quickly, realizing he was wearing the black swim trunks you had bought for him. He seemed very in tune with what human clothing was worn when and where…maybe he enjoyed fashion?

You stepped into the boathouse and grabbed a lifejacket and paddle stored in the simple building before joining him on the dock. Pulling on the lifejacket, you crouched down to place the kayak into the water, using the paddle to slide into the seat. You stretched your legs forward into the footwell and pushed off from the dock. You looked back to see him sliding off the long sleeve shirt, tossing it onto a lounge chair, and gracefully diving off the end of the dock in front of you.

Shaking your head, to clear the image of his well-defined torso from your mind and focus on the task at hand, you began to paddle towards where he surfaced. He looked up to you as you paddled past, leaving a respectful distance to avoid hitting him, and you could almost swear he had a tiny smile on his lips. You were definitely smiling as your kayak glided through the water smoothly. All you could see of him was a gentle wake on the surface as he explored the bottom of the lake. He popped up every so often to keep an eye on you but otherwise seemed happy to exist nearby without direct interaction.

After about fifteen minutes, you turned your kayak into a bay and he suddenly surfaced beside you, holding a desperately squirming fish.

“Do you eat this kind?”

You looked it over and nodded. “Yes, that’s a walleye or pickerel. White fish, nice flavour. That one is unfortunately too small though, you have catch a bigger one if you want to eat it.”

“Yes, of course. Population health.” He nodded before diving again.

Glancing around to be sure you would not hit him, you dipped your paddle back into the water to turn around towards home. The sun was warm, and the lack of breeze was making the idea of a swim very, very tempting. You paddled back to the dock, startling as a very large walleye was slapped onto the end of the dock beside you.

When you turned to look back at it, you saw him tying up the end of your kayak before shifting to the bow to do the same there.

“Thank you.” You smiled and climbed out of the kayak…your dismount was a lot less graceful, but you made it out without falling. You set the lifejacket on one of the chairs before sliding the straps of your coverup off your shoulders. The fabric pooled on the dock, and you stepped out of it, laying it across the chair. You grabbed one of the floatation noodles from the cabana built on the solid section of the dock.

You walked to the end of the dock to see him treading water there easily. Tossing your noodle into the water, you followed with a simple jump. The water was cool and refreshing. You kicked back to the surface, smoothing your hair off your face before reaching for the noodle, sitting on it like a swing.

“I see you’ve caught yourself some breakfast?”

He nodded. “Though there is also a surprising amount of garbage at the bottom of this lake…”

You nodded sadly. “Unfortunately, my ancestors just wanted the things that were no longer needed, or nor longer working, out of their sight. Putting it in the lake made it disappear. There was no concept that it just sits down there…I know the cottagers now try and collect what they can but it’s pretty deep out there. Well, deep for a lake.” You added at his slight smirk, laughing.

“Where does the garbage go now?” He asked in reply.

“We pack it up and take it to the landfill.” You noted his disapproving look. “I agree…it’s why we try not to make much garbage.”

You passed the rest of the swim enjoying the water in your respective ways. He disappeared from time to time while you floated happily on the surface. Eventually you started to get hungry and swam over to the ladder, climbing out. You heard him land on the dock as you were wrapping yourself in your towel and the two of you headed up, him with his fish in hand.

You changed into dry clothes before making your way into the kitchen. He was already there, carefully filleting the fish with one of the knives he found in the knife block. He was focused, his movements precise and elegant as he separated scales from the tender flesh of the fish. His torso was still bare, wearing only the swim trunks as he worked. You forced yourself to look at his expanse of skin from a medical perspective. It was remarkable – he was essentially healed.

Only a few smudges remained where bruising had painted his skin the day before, and the cuts and scrapes had disappeared to leave only smooth flesh instead. You tensed as he had stopped cutting and you looked up to see he was looking at you. You looked away quickly, embarrassed to have been caught in the act.

“You are very talented with a knife.” You commented lamely stepping further into the kitchen. “Did you want anything else with your fish?”

“I would like some crispy bread, and the drink made with warm water.”

“Toast and tea it is!” You made yourself a couple of slices of bacon, making an extra one for him to sample, and sliced a tomato to make bacon and tomato sandwiches for yourself. You made a generous pot of tea and put out the milk and sugar on the table. He sat down with a plate of finely sliced fish that looked like essentially sashimi to you. As you ate your respective breakfasts, he nodded to you.

“This is a very good fish, I appreciate your recommendation.”

He also tried the bacon, and admitted it was a taste he would enjoy again. After you finished eating, you gathered the dishes and took them to the counter.

“Is it customary to clean everything so promptly after eating?” He asked, following you.

“Out here I do, it keeps the bears away. They are attracted to the smell of food, so I keep the kitchen pretty clean out here to avoid unwanted visitors.”

“I am familiar with the animal, I was not aware of them as something to avoid?”

“Because of their size, they can easily kill a human with a single swipe of their paw. They are considered a dangerous animal, and if they become reliant on human food, or refuse to leave the cottage area, they are called a ‘problem bear’ and usually that means they are killed to protect the people. Cleaning up is an easy thing to do try and avoid that.”

He started the hot water running in the sink and looked to the leftover parts of fish.

“We’ll put those in the freezer, and I will take them to the landfill at the end of my trip.” You grabbed a shopping bag and slid the fragrant garbage into it, setting it in the freezer out of sight and scent of wildlife.

The drain tray was already half full of dishes when you turned back, and you grabbed the tea towel to dry and put them away. Once he’d finished his role in the dishwashing, he went out to sit on the veranda quietly. After putting the last clean dish away, you joined him. As you picked up your book, he asked,

“What do you read about?”

“All sorts of topics, really…sometimes fiction, sometimes non-fiction. This is what is referred to as a beach read…something that doesn’t require a lot of thought, perfect to read on vacation.” You replied.

“I am interested in reading a surface book. Do you have any others?”

“Follow me.” You led him to the bookshelf in the hallway and showed him the variety of options. “History, romance, action, non-fiction…”

You watched as he pulled a book off the shelf detailing the sinking of the Lusitania in 1915.

“That one is very interesting.” You nodded encouragingly and the two of you settled in for an evening of reading.

Over the following days, the two of you settled into a semblance of a rhythm. Spending as much time as possible on the water, working together on cooking and cleaning. There had been no contact from Arthur, no indication of how long Orm would be staying with you. Slowly, Orm began asking questions. They started with the contents of the book he had finished in roughly a day.

He wanted to know more about World War I, what was happening on the surface during the events of the sinking. You pulled out your laptop and set him up with reliable sources to delve into anything and everything that he was curious about. After that, there was never a struggle to find a topic of conversation between the two of you. Everything he read, he also wanted to know your perspective. You supposed he had never had the opportunity to learn about the surface from a human before. He remained skeptical and well, it reminded you a little of a general learning all he could about the enemy, which was slightly unnerving.

As you were sitting on the veranda one evening, reading your respective books, he seemed distracted by the increase in boat traffic on the lake. You frowned.

“A lot of people come up on the weekends, unfortunately it won’t be as quiet as it has been. Most of them will leave in a few days.”

“Hn.” The noise of annoyance was subtle but clear. It was not a turn of events he appreciated.

As the days passed, in fact, he became increasingly irritable. The traffic from water skiers, tubers, and jet skis meant you did not go kayaking. The partying of your rowdy neighbours well into the night made him clench his jaw and set down his book, unable to read in the evenings. The breaking point came on Sunday night, as he sat beside you simmering with quiet rage instead of reading. A loud boom broke across the water, instantly bringing him to his feet.

You looked up, startled but then smiled as a shower of red sparks broke across the sky. “Someone has brought fireworks with them it seems.” You stood as well. “Did you want to come down to the dock with me to watch them?”

His fists clenched as another boom sounded and he shook his head coldly. The rage emanated from him in waves of malice, and you swallowed.

“I will be outside.” You said quietly and left him to his anger, grabbing some bug spray and heading down to the end of the dock to take in the full thirty minutes display of a riot of colours. They must have spent a fair bit to have such an extensive show. You glanced back to the cottage from time to time and could see him silhouetted on the veranda. At least he’d sat down at some point.

You sighed and set your chin on your knee…wondering if there was anything you could do to make this less intolerable for him.

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Three

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Warnings: Orm is Somewhat Naive to the Surface, Protective Orm, Orm in Pain, Description of Orm's Injuries, Reader and Orm Make Peace

Word Count: 2378

Your eyes were stinging with tears, threatening to fall at any moment, as you took long strides towards the woods behind the cottage. Away from the water. Away from him.

Exhaustion, frustration, pride, embarrassment, and Orm’s mix of contempt for your species and apathy towards you, fueled your tears. You hoped you were far enough out of earshot as you inhaled shakily, your breath catching on the lump in your throat. You let the tears fall as the trees of the woods closed in around you, letting go of the vice grip you had on your swirl of emotions.

Unconsciously, your feet led you to the path running parallel to the railway tracks that circled the perimeter of the lake on their way to cities in the West and East. Trains were so common you didn’t even register the hiss of the rails, the thrum of the engine as it drew nearer. The train was practically alongside you when the world turned upside down.

A surprising number of feelings passed through you in those short seconds…annoyance that you were no longer moving forward, confusion as you flew through the air, shock as your eyes focused on Orm’s face. He had swept you up in a flying leap, securing you in the cage of his arms as he crashed onto the ground on his back, taking the brunt of the landing as you were cushioned by his chest. In a bewildering yet fluid movement, you were rolled onto your back, and he was above you, shielding you with his own body as the train roared past.

His eyes were intense, shifting between you and the train and back again. His body was rigid, ready to spring into action as soon as the moment required. It took nearly a minute for you to recognize that he had never been near a train…that he considered you in danger. You set your hand on his forearm and squeezed reassuringly, nodding with a shaky smile as he looked to you quickly. You tried not to think of the sight you presented with fresh tears on your cheeks.

“It’s alright.” You tried to shout over the screech of the metal on metal as the train turned the nearby corner.

Whether he heard you or not, you could not tell, but he did not move an inch until the train was well passed your position.

“It’s alright.” You repeated gently once the sounds of the woods came back, the ground no longer vibrating.

He looked to you again before pushing up to sit back on his heels. The tiny, almost imperceptible wince was like a revelation to you.

“You’re in pain.” You breathed. Not an excuse by any means, but an explanation perhaps.

He frowned slightly but took a breath and nodded once. Sitting up, you were much less graceful, but had renewed purpose. You wiped your cheeks and carefully got to your feet, offering him your hand to help him stand.

His eyes lingered on your outstretched palm for a time, most likely considering his options, before he placed his hand in yours. You nodded to him before bending your knees and leaning back as you helped pull him to his feet. The wince this time was more pronounced. Whether he was no longer hiding the pain or was in more pain; either way you were focused on getting him back to the cottage to rest.

You respectfully released his hand and started back to the cottage, glancing over your shoulder to ensure he is following you. Leading him down the hall to his bedroom, you paused to grab the first aid kit again before stepping into his room and gesturing for him to sit on the bed.

“May I help you this time?” You asked patiently.

Nodding, he slipped out of the top of his suit and unwrapped the bandages. You pressed your lips together at the rainbow of bruising and the partially healed wounds across his skin. His healing was definitely further along than a human’s, but the injuries were by no means gone. You inspected each of the cuts and scrapes, making sure they were clean before gently applying antibacterial ointment to them. To the bruises, you carefully applied a pain-relieving cream. You finished by carefully bandaging everything, securing the gauze to his skin with gently applied tape.

“Let me grab your clothes, I’ll be right back.” You went back to the dining room, eyes landing on the hotly contested fish. You tossed it in the fridge to be dealt with later and took the bag of clothing to his room. You pulled out one of the sleep shirts and used your teeth to snap the plastic price tag fastener.

“Will you lift your arms for me, please?” You smile as he complied and carefully pull the shirt down over the top of his body. You removed the tag for the sleep shorts in the same way. “These are the bottoms. When you put them on, you’ll be wearing pajamas, or the clothes we sleep in. Are you hungry at all or just wanting rest?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before looking to you. “I will rest.”

“Perfect, I will be just down the hall if you need anything. I’ll see you when you wake.”

You stepped out and gently closed the door behind you, leaving him to his rest.

Once you’d finished putting all the groceries away, you took a shower before settling into the day bed on the veranda to read your book again. Your eyelids were heavy and after reading the same sentence several times, you lay the book on your chest and gave in. When you woke, the sun was just sinking behind the tops of the trees. You slid up to a sitting position and jumped slightly as you saw Orm sitting in one of the chairs to your right. Exhaling slowly, you turned to him. He had changed into a pair of shorts and long-sleeved top from the bag of clothes you’d left in his room.

“How are you feeling?”

“Improved.” He replied with a nod and pierced a piece of what looked like chicken with his fork from a now empty plate on the table. “I enjoy this…” He looked to you for the name.

“I think that’s chicken from what I can see. I’m glad to hear that.” You smiled and swung your legs to the floor, sitting up properly. “I also need to eat dinner, are you still hungry?”

“I am, yes.” He set down his fork and looked thoughtful before speaking again. “I would appreciate some more chicken, if available.”

You blinked at the suddenly courteous tone and choice of words but smiled. “Absolutely, my pleasure.”

Waiting in the fridge was chicken pieces marinating in a blend of Greek spices, olive oil, and lemon juice. You pulled the container out of the fridge to bring them to room temperature while you prepped a Greek salad.

He came up to the counter beside you, looking to the pile of stems and other inedible parts of the vegetables.

“Why do you set these aside?” He asked curiously.

“I am going to compost them in here.” You tap the countertop compost machine the family had invested in. Hauling garbage had driven the decision to compost as much as possible. Bears had driven the decision to use an indoor system. You looked to him to see if that had answered his question, but he was still eyeing the scraps and the composter.

“I’ll show you once I’m done.” You smiled and put the vegetables into the salad bowl. “Will you try this, please, and tell me what you think?” You cut off a small piece of feta cheese and offered it to him.

He took the piece of cheese from your fingers and place it on his tongue before closing his mouth to chew it thoughtfully.

“I think it tastes fine, yes.”

You smiled and added that to the bowl before setting the salad aside to be dressed closer to serving.

“So organic matter breaks down in nature and eventually returns to what we call dirt. I would guess that is also true in the ocean?”

“It is.” He nods.

“So, to create the least amount of garbage possible, we use this machine here to break down organic waste and use it in the garden out back. I try not to open it too often, though, as the smell can be…powerful….” You chose the word carefully before opening the lid and adding the scraps from your salad to the mix.

He peered in curiously before nodding. The smell had also reached your nose, so you were happy to close it. You turned to the meat, draining off the marinade and patting it dry with paper towel before beginning to thread it onto skewers. He watched you do one before seeing there was still more to do. He picked up a skewer and perfectly filled it with cubes of chicken. The two of you each loaded two skewers before you washed your hands carefully.

“I’m going to cook these on the barbeque…” You looked to him wondering if he was also curious about that?

He picked up the platter, somewhat tentatively, looking to you.

“Thank you. Follow me.” You grabbed the lighter and took him to the back deck, turning on the propane and lighting the grill with a faint woosh. “We have developed other ways of cooking with heat, like the stove inside where I cooked breakfast…but we still love the taste of food cooked with fire.” You closed the lid to let the barbeque warm up, taking the platter from him and setting it on the sideboard. You turned to look out over the yard toward the forest.

His gaze followed yours before he suddenly asked, “What was it?”

It takes you a moment before you realize he was asking about the train. “That was a freight train. They run on rails all across the continent carrying food, goods, and fuel. The wheels of the train have…well I guess it’s a slot, in the middle so they hug the rails and stay on course. Of course, accidents happen, but we have been fortunate to never have had an issue around here.” You looked to him. “They are very, very loud though.” You conceded.

He nodded, still looking back in the direction of the railway tracks. You left him to his thoughts, not wanting to cause him any embarrassment. You checked the thermometer on the outside of the barbecue and see that it is at temperature before opening the lid. The rush of heat from inside causes him to turn and come to stand at your side, watching again. You take the tongs and carefully lay the skewers out on the side of the grill opposite the active flame.

“Chicken burns easily but takes longer to cook. It can make humans quite sick if we eat it raw, so that’s why I put it over here.” You closed the lid and pulled out your phone to set a timer. “And now, we wait.” You took a seat in one of the deck chairs with a contented sigh, watching him sit as well. “So…how do you feel about freshwater fish?” You tilted your head.

“I have never tasted it before…. but I would be willing to try?”

You nodded. “Of course, that makes sense. Well, there are several kinds of fish that live here in the lake that we can catch for you?”

“We will do that, then.” He nodded decisively.

You smiled and just enjoyed the bird song as the evening began to set in, standing to turn the meat as the timer went off. When the chicken was cooked, you led him back inside and dressed the salad. Laying it out on the table, you also added pita bread and tzatziki sauce.

“It’s yogurt, lemon juice, cucumbers and garlic.” You clarified for him.

Looking over the various items, he waited until you started eating. You pushed the chicken off the skewer with your fork and took a pita, spreading some tzatziki on it before setting chicken on top and rolling it up. He took some of the sauce and tried it before following your lead and ate his entire portion, while you still had a skewer left over for another meal. You watched him warmly, relaxing as he at least seemed to be more comfortable and enjoying the food.

The leftovers were packed up and put in the fridge before you started on the dishes, noticing he was standing next to you.

“I am confident I can manage this task.” He murmured.

“Are you sure? I know you’re still healing…” You trailed off, realizing that might not have been a helpful thing to say.

“I am fine.” He stuck his hands straight into the steaming water without gloves and you winced. “It’s fine, I feel no pain from the hot water.”

You nodded slowly and grabbed a tea towel to dry as he washed and rinsed the dishes.

“Thank you very much.” You said as you put the last dish away. “I really appreciate your help.”

He looked to you for a moment, and you wondered if ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ were words he heard often.

“Assisting you is the least I can do in return for your safe haven.”

“Well, I am still grateful.” You hung the tea towel to dry and looked to him. “I usually read in the evenings; would you mind?”

He shook his head. “I will retire for the night; do as you like.” He took a few steps down the hall before turning back to you. “Have a pleasant evening.” He added, before disappearing into his room.

Sitting back on the daybed, you pondered his sudden change. Perhaps your tears had spoken in a way that you had been hesitant to…the application of pain-relievers surely helped too. It wasn’t that he was suddenly gallant either, there something about his kindness that seemed as though he were unfamiliar with it….as though he was practicing a new skill. Whatever the cause or format, it was a welcome change and would surely help your time together pass more smoothly.

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Two

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Warnings: Interpersonal Conflict, Orm Is Self-Righteous, Reader Is Tired

Word Count: 2174

When you woke the next morning, the sun filtered through the gaps in your curtains. You stretched slowly, everything peaceful until your brain filled with the events of yesterday. You sat up fully…right…your gaze went over to the door thinking about your unexpected guest. You shoved the covers off your body and slid out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and a top. You dressed and managed your hair before opening the curtains.

You winced and blinked furiously into the bright of day before your eyes adjusted and focused on the figure standing at the end of the dock. You couldn’t tell what he was looking at, could only imagine what was going through his mind. Surely, he must be feeling utterly displaced so far from the ocean. With a sigh, you turned and headed toward the kitchen to start thinking about breakfast.

Meat did not seem to suit his palate…maybe some eggs instead? You really needed to make a point of finding out what food he would eat. You looked up as the door opened and he stepped back in. He must have heard you up and about.

“Good morning” You smiled warmly, trying to keep your tone understated in respect of what he’d recently been through. “Are you interested in some breakfast?”

His reply was a nod as he assumed the same chair he sat in the previous evening.

“May I ask what kind of food you like?” You leaned your back against the counter as you faced him.

“I do not know much of human food.” He commented. “But in Atlantis we eat a lot of fish, shellfish, kelp, and things of that nature.”

“Of course, that makes a lot of sense. I’ll make a trip into town to get some more food today, I really only packed for one, and I’m sure you’ll be wanting some clothes and things. Would you be open to trying some eggs for breakfast?”

He nodded again and you wondered if he was usually this quiet or if pain and circumstance had taken his voice.

“Ok, breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes. I’ll make what I normally would, and don’t worry about offending me if you don’t like any of it.” You shrugged, it would be better once you’d shopped but at this moment you were stuck with what was at hand…and your mutual unfamiliarity with each other’s culture.

You scrambled the eggs; that seemed safest as yolks could be a controversial texture and made toast. You washed some strawberries and took out the hulls, the prevent any confusion, and sliced an apple. He watched as you boiled a kettle of water and poured it into a tea pot with tea bags. His eyes followed your every move, in fact, as you laid out plates and cutlery, milk and sugar for the tea, and at last the food. You filled two mugs with the steeped tea and brought them to the table, sitting at last.

As you served some of each item onto his plate, you explained what it was and then talked him through the ketchup you put on your eggs, the spread you put on your toast, and the milk and sugar you put in your tea. Then you respectfully left him to make his own decisions and started eating.

He took a sip of the tea without anything in it and made a slight face. He considered both the milk and the sugar before adding a sprinkling of the sugar and sipped again. He gave a single nod and moved onto the next thing. The eggs. His approach was so methodical…almost scientific. You bit your cheek to remind yourself not to let on how adorable it was. He ended up eating the eggs plain, demolished most of the fruit, and had peanut butter on his toast.

He looked to you as he finished his plate. “That was quite tolerable.”

You blinked a little, not exactly sure how to take it but decided it was all-in-all fairly positive.

“I am glad to hear it.” You collected the plates to the counter before returning to the table with a pad of paper and a pen. “So, we definitely need more fruits, vegetables, eggs…and I will get some clothes for you as well. I doubt anyone here knows where your outfit originated but it is obviously a more advanced technology than we have for swim wear.” You wrote out the list as you spoke before looking to him. “Have I missed anything?”

He shook his head silently.

You bit you lip in thought, adding a few things to the list before you felt like everything was covered. “I will leave you here, it’s a bit of a trek. I’ll show you what you might like to eat if you get hungry while I’m gone?”

He stood to follow you, leaning in as you opened the fridge. You pointed out some cold cuts, left over chicken from your first night at the cabin, and showed him where the fruits and veggies were.

“I’ll just do these dishes and be on my way. Any other questions?”

He shook his head again and sat back at the table.

“You’re welcome to sit wherever you wish, please make yourself at home.” You smiled hopefully before quickly doing the dishes. You grabbed your purse and a cooler bag before turning to him.

“I should be back in about four hours or so. If you need anything...” You trailed off not exactly sure what to say. Asking the neighbours was not a good idea, telling him to give you a call would be utterly unfamiliar to him…

“I will be fine, and here when you return” His voice cut through your inner musings, and you nodded with a smile.

“Great, see you shortly.” You replied.

Heading down to the dock, you grabbed a lifejacket out of the boat house, before hopping into the motorboat tied up alongside the dock. It was a simple sixteen-foot aluminum boat with outboard motor, but out here it was a crucial piece of transport. You checked the gas levels and started the engine, leaving it in neutral while you untied the bow and stern, stowing the ropes inside the boat. You looked up at the cabin to see him watching you from the veranda. You gave a wave. He did not wave back. You pushed off from the dock before easing into reverse. Once you’d cleared the dock, you pointed the bow to the west and took off towards the parking lot where your car waited for you.

The boat ride took about ten minutes, and it was easy to find a spot to tie up for the day while you ran your errands in town. You climbed into your car, chuckling to yourself as you had not expected to be back in it so soon, and headed off down the gravel road. It turned into highway after thirty minutes and within another fifteen you were in town.

You headed to a big box store to pick up as much as possible in one place. You started by stocking up on the produce he so obviously enjoyed, along with what seemed to be the nicest fish they had on offer. You also found some kelp and wakame, a Japanese seaweed apparently. You paused at the meat alternative section and shrugged before grabbing some tofu…maybe that would be to his liking…and rounded out the groceries with more eggs as they were ‘tolerable’.

You then headed to the pharmacy section and pondered over the kinds of things men used…you ended up buying a toothbrush, a good quality razor (though who knew if he needed to shave? Arthur did so there was a good chance…), shaving cream, body soap, and deodorant – all with the least offensive scent you could find. You also bought more first aid supplies to replace those he had used.

The last stop on your shopping tour was the clothing section. You guessed his size and picked up two pairs of shorts, a pair of pants, several tops with short and long sleeves, sleep shorts and shirts, a rain jacket, a bathing suit, sandals, runners, socks, and then you came to the underwear. Based on the way the suit fit Orm’s body, you guessed he would be a briefs man…Great you were blushing now. In the middle of a big box store. Staring at men’s underwear. You grabbed two of the three-packs quickly and vacated the aisle before anyone could witness your shame.

The bill was not small, but you had no hesitation when the ‘tap to pay’ popped up on the payment system screen. This was all the help Arthur and his brother. You tapped your credit card, relieved to hear the payment accepted chirp, and carried your bags out to the car. As you finished loading the trunk, you took a pause to take your phone off airplane mode and ensure you hadn’t missed anything important. There was a message from an unknown number, time stamped to the day before.

I need your help. I will be there soon.

Arthur…the man was constantly jumping into the ocean, destroying his cellphones so often that you never had his latest number saved. You shook your head a little as that was clearly meant to have arrived before he and Orm leapt onto the end of your dock yesterday.

It was well past lunch when you were headed back, so you grabbed a meal from the drive thru and polished it off happily as you drove back to the main dock.

By the time you parked and hauled everything to the boat, the energy you’d been expending over the last twenty-four hours caught up with you. You were tired. Just a little bit more effort and you’d be back at the cottage. You crossed the lake easily and pulled up to the dock. He was not there to greet you, but you had managed a solo docking many times. You easily tied up the boat and collected the bags, hauling them up to the cottage. He was not waiting at the door either. You juggled the bags and managed to get the door open.

You stepped in to find him sitting at the table again and may have let an exasperated sigh slip. Setting the bags on the table, you looked to him.

“Can you please look these things over and let me know what you think?”

All you wanted was to get a glass of water and take a break. This was supposed to be your vacation, after all. You filled a glass of water and went to sit across from him, taking a grateful sip. He had a pile of food unpacked on the table to his left, and was examining the fish closely, reading the packaging.

“This is all from commercial fishing.” He said coldly.

You blinked and looked to him. “I only bought wild caught, I promise.”

He raised his gaze to yours and for the first time you actually saw an emotion there. It was anger. You tried not to bristle. You’d just gone above and beyond to get this for him.

“Any fish caught by commercial fishing is unacceptable. I will not eat it.” He tossed it to his right, carelessly.

You set down your glass with a bit more of a thud than you would have liked.

“I am very sorry to hear that as that is all I am able to purchase for you out here…” Your left hand was clenched into a ball against your thigh under the table. Stay. Calm.

“You will just have to do better. Your kind is so oblivious to the suffering your convenience causes throughout the oceans. As long as it’s fast and cheap, the cost paid by the inhabitants of the sea is not your problem. Out of sight, out of mind. You’re all the same.” He scoffed coldly in the haughtiest tone you had ever had the misfortune to hear.

You clenched your teeth, lips pressed into a thin line. Not only had he never once expressed gratitude for what you had been doing for him since he set foot on your dock…now he was generalizing with his prejudice against the surface. You took a deep breath and stood.

“I will not engage with you when you speak like that. You are displaced and angry – justifiably so. But I will not tolerate being spoken to in that manner, especially as I am doing everything I can to help you after you were delivered to me unannounced. I am going for a walk. I will be back when I am able to have an actual conversation with you about this.” Your words were short, but you were quite proud to have kept your tone even…and to have contained the waiver in your voice.

Stepping into your shoes, you headed out the door, pulling it closed firmly behind you. You did not chance a look back at his stunned face.

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part One

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Warnings: Language, Discussion of Injuries, Discussion of Events of Aquaman Movie, Reader Has No Dietary Restrictions, Orm Is A Picky Eater, Arthur Is A Drinker, Alcohol

Word Count: 1781

Sunset Country, Northwest Ontario, Canada – Summer 2019

You leaned back on the lounge chair, looking out over the diamonds on the water of the lake where you had spent your summers since the year you were born. It has been in the family since the 1920s. The footprint of the cottage had changed over the years, as had the neighbours, but never the peaceful scenery. The granite rocks, the crooked jack pines; they had been there for centuries and would remain long after you were gone.

As the world became less and less familiar, the consistency of this place was a comfort to you. It was why you had decided to spend the month of August here for summer holidays. You glanced over at your phone as it chimed with a message on Facebook Messenger. Probably a reply from Tom. You unlocked the screen and looked over the panorama of the coast he’d sent in reply to your panorama of the lake. You really needed to get back to Maine one of these days…

A well-earned respite from the daily grind! It’s a beautiful day down here, too. Enjoy your vacation!

You replied with a GIF of Eddie Murphy in a lounge chair enjoying a glass of champagne with the caption ‘vacation mode’ and chuckled at his reply of laughing emojis. Sure, Facebook and it’s Messenger companion weren’t for the cool kids anymore, but out here with only WIFI, they were the most reliable way to stay in touch with others.

You set the phone down and took a sip of your own cool beverage before burying yourself in the book you’d been saving for this exact purpose. You passed the day reading, swimming a few times, enjoying some snacks, but never really leaving the dock. The lapping of the water on the rocks, and the creak of the floating dock attached to the solid one upon which you sat were your soundtrack. It was heaven.

It was just about time to head up to the cottage, to think about dinner, when two figures suddenly burst out of the water and landed on the end of the floating dock. The water you had been drinking missed your mouth entirely and poured down the front of your bathing suit, the cold shock against your warm skin propelling you to your feet with a gasp.

“Jesus fucking Christ” You exclaimed. “Arthur?!” You squinted at the dark haired, towering man who you had not seen in person in nearly a decade. “What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even…” You trailed off as your manners caught up to your shock. There was someone else with him.

Arthur smirked a little as he strolled across the wooden boards towards you. “Easy Brokedown Girl, can’t I visit an old friend?”

You nodded dumbly, but your eyes were resting on the figure beside him…His blonde hair shone in the long light of the afternoon, his eyes were a pale blue. He didn’t stand as tall as Arthur but was just a broad and perhaps even more imposing due to the stoic look upon his face.

“Orm, this is Brokedown Girl. Brokedown Girl, my brother Orm.” Arthur’s introduction pierced through your thoughts, and you cleared your throat.

“It’s been seven years, Arthur. Will you ever let me live it down?” You smiled to them both and introduced yourself properly to Orm. He nodded in return and that is when you noticed the rips in his black suit…it looked akin to a wetsuit but definitely seemed more advanced. Arthur wore something similar, though with more structure and gauntlets. Most noticeable, however, were the wounds on his brother’s exposed skin. “Why don’t you come inside and tell me why you’re really here…”

You grabbed your things and led them up to the modestly-sized cottage, holding the door open for them as they filed in, finding themselves in the kitchen.

You headed further into the building, through the open dining and living room and down to the hall to grab a couple of towels and the first aid kit from the bathroom, before returned to guide them to sit on the wooden chairs at the dining table. They would take the damp better than the soft furniture of the living room.

A screened in veranda with a pair of day beds and a few chairs was attached to the front of the cottage, facing the lake, accessible from the dining room, while access to the back deck lay opposite, facing miles of uninhabited forest.

You came up to Orm, admittedly intimidated by his handsome appearance and cold demeanor, but set the first aid kit in on the table in front of him.

“I’m trained in first aid; can I help you?” You asked while trying to assess the extent of his wounds.

He shook his head.

“No need. I will see to it myself, where may I get cleaned up?”

You nodded and led him to the bathroom, leaving him with the first aid kit and more towels before coming back to Arthur who had stripped to the waist and was towelling himself off at the table. Well at least he didn’t seem injured. You grabbed him a cold beer from the fridge and offered it to him, hoping it would help him explain what was going on.

He took a grateful, and deep, swallow before looking to you and sighing. “He was supposed to be safe. Our mother had been visiting him, things had been going so well…”

You held your breath at the mention of his mother, holding back your shock, and nodded as though you knew the full story. You were honestly just relieved he’d started talking. Your nod was enough to prompt him into a fuller explanation. Of the attack on the surface, the ring of fire, the trident, finding his mother…that part brought a smile to his face…the battle, and finally the defeat and imprisonment of his brother. By the time he finished his story, Orm had joined you at the table, bandages visible through the tears in his suit, his hair combed back neatly.

“I am going to find out who did this…I am going to bring peace to Atlantis and then all seven of the kingdoms…but I need to keep you safe, little brother. You’ll stay here with Brokedown Girl.” Orm opened his mouth, most likely to protest, but Arthur shook his head and continued.

“No one but my father knows who she is or that she even exists. You know how hard it was for us to get here, it is the safest place for you to be until I fix this.”

You swallowed tightly, processing the extensive information he had just provided to you, and now the fact that you were going to be sheltering his brother.

“Are you certain, Arthur? You know I’m not…”

“You are the safest place in the entire world. There is no one I would trust more with my little brother.” He interrupted you firmly.

You nodded in reply, lost for words at the heartfelt nature of his statement.

“Well,” You cleared your throat “You’ll be needing something food before you head back, right? Steak and potatoes?” You stood and grabbed the ingredients from the refrigerator, seasoning the steaks and washing the potatoes before wrapping them in foil. You could hear them talking to each other quietly as you worked, and you consciously ignored them. It was obviously not a conversation for your ears.

You cooked everything on the barbecue on the back deck, burning any remnants of food off the grill while the steaks rested to prevent any temptation to the local bear population. You made a salad just before you sat down together to eat. Arthur was ravenous, obviously having used a lot of energy to get his brother to you, so far inland. Orm was somewhat more reticent. He tried bites of the steak and potatoes, mostly seeming to gravitate toward the salad, but hunger eventually won out and he cleared his plate as well.

You were already planning on going into town to get him some clothes. You’d make sure to buy some food more to his liking as well. The sun was beginning to set when Arthur announced he would get going. The two of you followed him down to the dock as he pulled his suit back onto his torso while walking.

“I will come back once it’s safe.” He grabbed Orm’s forearm and pulled him in for a hug. Orm seemed somewhat stiff in the face of the affection but nodded as Arthur pulled back.

“Just remember you can’t text me out here, ok?” You reminded him, giving him a hug. “Be careful…” You said firmly but offered a smile.

“Don’t you worry about me, Brokedown Girl. Just make sure he doesn’t cause any trouble.” He patted your head, and you shot him a look of annoyance. Orm did not look overly impressed with his comment either. Neither of you had the opportunity to reply, however, as he promptly leapt backwards into the lake, leaving a ripple of wake in his trail as he shot off through the water.

You turned to Orm, the light of sunset playing off the water onto his striking features and swallowed.

“Well…I’ll, uh, show you your room.”

He turned to you and nodded. You were close enough to see the stunning blue of his eyes. A shade reminiscent of some tropical waters off in the Pacific somewhere. You managed to turn away before he saw you swallow visibly, or at least you hoped that was the case. You led him back up into the cabin and down the hall past the bathroom and towards the bedrooms. You stepped into the one beside yours, looking out over the water.

“Will you be comfortable in here?” You asked.

He nodded quietly. “It will do, yes.”

You smiled a little, relieved. “I’m just next door, please let me know if you need anything. I’ll be up for a while yet reading, but I understand in you’ve had a long day?”

He nodded again. “I will retire for the night.”

“Good night then.” You smiled again and stepped out, leaving him to his privacy.

You cleaned up the kitchen and sat on the veranda as the night closed in, cooling off from the heat of the day. You tried to pick up your book again but found your thoughts drifting…drifting back to Arthur’s words, back to his brother just down the hall. You sighed as you looked out over the water and couldn’t help but feel like your life had just become very, very complicated.

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Prologue

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Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Car Breakdown

Word Count: 1503

Amnesty Bay, Maine – Summer 2012

You had been looking forward to this road trip all spring. Time to yourself, to celebrate the start of summer, off exploring the East Coast. You had planned on starting in Maine and working your way south along the coast to Boston. Reality turned out to be quite different.

Your car was by no means new. It had been well loved and well driven for many years before it came into your possession, but you had done the yearly maintenance, oil changes, inspections…None of that mattered now as it sputtered and choked on the side of a winding road overlooking the ocean. With one last shudder it completely stalled, steam ominously hissing from under the hood.

You pulled out your smartphone and sighed at the utter lack of service. Phone technology had grown by leaps and bounds…service coverage had crawled behind. You pulled out your paper map and located yourself in Amnesty Bay, stranded between the town and the lighthouse. You popped the hood, turned on your hazard lights, and grabbed your bag; sliding out of the car to get a better lay of the land.

You determined the lighthouse was definitely closer. You propped the hood open, ostensibly to take a look at the engine…it revealed none of its secrets to you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turned and started up the road to the lighthouse. The walk took roughly twenty minutes, during which not a single car passed you. No bars of cell service appeared on your phone either. It was warm, thankfully, with a nice breeze off the ocean, but you were still grateful to arrive at the backdoor of the lighthouse.

You took a steadying breath and knocked firmly, suddenly realizing there was a possibility that no one was home. Your fears didn’t have time to take hold, however, as almost immediately a man came to the door with a smile.

“Can I help you?” He asked in a Kiwi accent, a tea towel over his shoulder and sleeves rolled up, obviously in the midst of the dishes.

“Hi! I’m very sorry to bother you, my car broke down a ways up the road and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call for a tow?”

“Absolutely! Come on in, it’s just in the kitchen. I’m Tom by the way, nice to meet you” He stepped out, holding the door with his shoulder and shaking your hand warmly on your way into the house.

You smiled brightly and introduced yourself in return. “I really appreciate it, thank you very much.”

He followed you into the kitchen and pulled down a phonebook, opening it to the towing company. “Definitely call this one, the other is a bit out a lout.” He tapped the number and you nodded firmly. “Tell them to take you to Randy’s by the marina, he won’t overcharge you.”

You laughed warmly and dialed the number. A friendly woman answered the line, and you requested a tow to Randy’s shop, explaining where you’d left your car. She gave you an expected cost and arrival time of the truck before you ended the call.

“She says it will be about an hour, I should start back so I don’t miss them. Thank you again…” You turned to face Tom, who’d gone back to doing his dishes, trailing off as there was suddenly a huge man in the room. He had the fridge open, leaning on the door as he peered in, looking for something.

“Nonsense!” Exclaimed Tom. “We’ll give you a ride back to your car in about an hour, you’ve already had quite the hike. Arthur, why don’t you grab our guest a beverage while you’re in there?”

The man, Arthur, suddenly seemed aware of your presence and turned to look at you, now holding a can of beer. So that had been what he was looking for.

“What’s your poison?” He rasped. “We’ve got beer, soda, lemonade?”

“Oh, uh a soda would be great, I guess. I appreciate all your help.” You didn’t have the wherewithal to refuse the ride, or the drink, from either of them. You took the can from Arthur, and he gestured to the table before taking a seat himself. You sank slowly into the chair, feeling his eyes on you, assessing. Tom’s voice broken the tension, thankfully.

“This is my son, Arthur. He usually has better manners, but he just woke up after all.” He chided warmly.

You introduced yourself to Arthur as well, taking a sip of your soda while he took a long pull of his beer.

“So, what brings you to Amnesty Bay?” Arthur broke the silence. Ah there it was, the questioning was no longer just in his eyes.

“Road trip” You answered lamely, before shaking your head at yourself. “I was ready to explore the East Coast, my car was not apparently.” You smirked ruefully and relaxed a little when he echoed your expression.

Conversation flowed a little more easily after that, his suspicion dissipating. Tom joined you both with the last of the coffee from breakfast. Arthur revealed himself to be less intimidating than his appearance, especially as the beer got lower in the bottle, and the effects of his night before were washed away.

The hour passed before any of you really noticed, the honk of the tow truck in the back yard startling you all. You hurried out to apologize, turning back to the Curry’s and waving in thanks before hopping in the cab with the driver.

The trip back to town was easy, the assessment of your vehicle didn’t take too long, but the news was not good. Several parts needed to be replaced and none were on hand in the shop. It would be at least a week and a fair chunk of change as well.

You agreed to the work and took your suitcase out of the trunk, leaving your keys with Randy. He gave you directions to the local inn where you could stay while you waited for the car to be functional again, but his tone didn’t give you great confidence in the accommodations would you find there. You headed out to find the Inn, passing by Terry’s Sunken Galleon, stopping quickly as you heard a shout from near the door.

“Brokedown Girl!”

You looked back to see Arthur bounding over to you, strongly reminding you of a golden retriever.

“This does not look like your car is ok…” He said as he stepped up beside you. He wasn’t even winded. Tom was bringing up the rear at a much more reasonable pace.

You sighed and shook your head. “A week at least, everything they need is out of town.”

“Oh man that’s rough…” He shook his head.

Tom had gotten close enough to get the gist of the situation. “Well, we’ll just have to make the best of your bad situation.” He clapped Arthur on the back. “Once you get your room at the Inn come meet us a Terry’s and we come up with a plan to save your vacation.”

You blinked, utterly stunned. “I couldn’t impose like that, truly I’ll find something to do.”

Tom shook his head and Arthur slowly followed suit. “We will not hear of it.”

And they meant it. No sooner had you joined them at the bar, getting a rum and coke as it was now afternoon, than they had a whole list of destinations for you to choose from.

The repairs ended up taking two weeks, and your vacation turned out better than you could have ever planned. You also ended up with two lifelong friends. You stayed in touch with letters, emails, texts, and phone calls. The consistency of Arthur’s contact was much less reliable; the man kept jumping in the ocean with his phone in his pocket…

The world changed in 2013 when the long-posed question “Are we alone in the universe?” was answered with a world resounding, violent “No!” Beings from other plants, meta humans, violence, and crime made the world a darker place. Arthur became darker too, more self-destructive as he wrestled with his heritage.

He’d told you everything, the story of his parents, the story of Atlantis, during a 2:00 AM drunk dial. He was sitting on the shore somewhere in Georgia with a bottle of Jack Daniels, face timing you snug in your bed back home. It had been a lot to take in, but you never doubted him.

In 2018, when the ocean regurgitated all of the filth your kind had been polluting with for centuries, you were not surprised. Arthur had implied there might be conflict soon. Since that day, Arthur had been unreachable. Tom confirmed he was alright, but that he was now spending his days in Atlantis, leading his people.

You wondered when you might be able to hear the story from him, but never did you suspect that you would play a role in what was to come.

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As you can see, I just watched Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom. And I’m in love with Orm.

This all sounds like him.

Fluffy Headcanons Prince Orm X Human Reader

After the new movie Orm has had a redemption arc making me think he's much more likely to meet a human s/o. So here's some ideas that came to me (I can't wait until gifs of him from the new movie circulate) divider made by @saradika

●You have to teach Orm about so many bodily functions. Sneezing? He thinks you're deranged or having an attack the first time on happens on land. Runny nose? Spit? Sweating a lot and smelling bad???? What kind of actual sensory hell is this????? As he learns how different you are physically he hates it. For himself anyways. But it's cute when you do. Being able to smell you in fresh air is incredibly different and he loves it

●Teaching him about cooking. Cooking is wildly different on land and the idea of an Oven just absolutely sends him over the moon with confusion and amazement. He will burn himself at some point and be pissed about it but just ride it out he'll figure it out

●After he tries a hamburger for the first time he starts to want to try other things. At some point he'll awkwardly ask to get food with you and when you ask what kind he says "I have no idea." It becomes a regular thing and watching him discover human spices and just how many kinds of food there are in the world he's too stunned to speak for a while. Take him to a buffet and it will be a spectacle.

●He worries about gaining weight after this because land food is just so insane. Heavy meats and oils and all sorts of sugars. He gets less worried when he tries healthier food especially since he wants to try something new every time. You do catch him lifting and doing drills on the beach slightly more often though to upkeep his physique

●He learns about TV and movies and very quickly becomes infatuated with documentaries, cooking shows and period piece romantic dramas. You can walk in to find him binge watching things about whales or a Period C-drama shaking his head at the royal drama. If you watch Finding Nemo he would get incredibly invested and try to act like he's not.

●He sleeps over but has to leave to get water. Which can mean laying in the bath tub for a bit or jumping outside then coming back in. At first laying with a damp person in bed is uncomfortable but soon you crave it. The mildew is bad though so wash bedding regularly. Eventually you just lay with him in the tub. And when sleeping in water is comfortable enough and you know he won't let go, you sleep in the shallows of a private nook. In the summer when it's not too cold it's actually quite nice but be careful of getting sick. Though a predator will never bother you when you sleep in the water in his arms.

#orm #orm marius #prince orm #king orm #aquaman the lost kingdom #aquaman #orm x reader #prince orm x reader #x reader #gn reader

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Congolese-Belgian musician Lous + the Yakuza / ‘Amigo’ video shoot / Photograph Manuel Obadia-Wills

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Why do yall insist on making me cry.😭❤️

Common Ground

Based on this wonderful anon request

Warnings: language, angst, bad family dynamics, favoritism Trigger Warning ⚠️: Toxic Family Dynamics

"Ok, I need your opinion", Jack held up two sweaters from their hangers, "gray or green?" You bit your bottom lip, contemplating the choices for a second. "Green. My mom's favorite color is green, she'll appreciate the gesture." Jack chuckled to himself before disappearing back into the closet. "Green it is."

You and Jack were headed to your family's house for Thanksgiving, and while he was excited to meet the people who brought the love of his life into the world, you were a nervous wreck. Your relationship with your family was complicated to say the least. You were already dressed and ready to go, had been for the last two hours from nerves, just waiting at Jack's apartment for him to get back from the studio.

Jack emerged from his closet, dressed in the green cashmere sweater you had chosen for him with a pair of jeans and matching New Balance sneakers. "Does this look alright?", he pulled at his sweater nervously. You stood, holding his hands in yours, interlacing your fingers together. "You look really good, babe." You leaned in to give him a quick peck, and when you tried to pull away, Jack pulled you tightly into his arms.

"How are you doing? We don't have to go if you don't want to. We can order some food, watch a movie, do other things", his voice trailed off suggestively. You felt your stomach flip. You loved your family more than anything, but you knew this night could go sideways, and his offer sounded very tempting. His gaze tracked your face as you avoided eye contact with him. "I'm fine, Jack. Really. Its my family. If anything you should be worried." You booped his nose with your finger, trying to deflect. "I'm serious babe, I know being with your family isn't easy."

In the very little that you had told Jack about your family, he knew that you had a difficult relationship with your parents and sister. You were the oldest, seven years older than your little sister, and it felt like you got the short end of the stick growing up. You were the child your parents learned to be a parent with, the trial and error kid, and a lot of their mistakes left you with irreparable trauma. Nothing you did was ever good enough, and your mistakes were magnified to the point where you felt like you couldn't do anything right.

You could almost forgive them for their faults, but seeing your sister get to live the life you begged for growing up, hurt more than anything. It was as if they saved all of their love and compassion for her, all of her faults were easily forgivable, her successes given the attention yours never got. They coddled her, and for better or worse, her life was proof that they could have done better, they just didn't think you were worth the effort.

Still, they were your family, the only people you had to lean on, and you weren't going to turn your back on them. The little girl in you would always need their validation and love.

"They're just hard on me because they want want the best for me. They push me because they care, Jack. I wouldn't be where I am without them." You swallowed, giving Jack a weak smile. You weren't sure if you believed your own words. It was hard to believe that the people you loved so much would say things to hurt you, but your tears night after night suggested otherwise.

"But if you wanna go, we leave immediately, okay?" You nodded, Jack pressing a kiss onto your temple.

****

"Give me the rundown again." Jack looked over at you from the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other rested on your leg. You were nervously peeling at your nails, trying to take deep breaths. The closer you got your childhood home, the more anxious you felt, like your throat was closing. Jack noticed immediately, giving your thigh a couple loving squeezes to bring you back to reality. The look you gave him, tears brimming in your eyes, gave him pause.

"We're turning around." Jack mumbled out while he looked around to find a place to make a u-turn. "Jack, no, please. My parents are expecting us. Its just been a while since I've seen them, and its the first time they're meeting you, I'm just nervous." You quickly dabbed under your eyes to collect any tears. You hadn't purposely distanced yourself from your family, but lately you felt like a fantom weight was lifted off of you when you had your space.

"Baby..." Jack's words trailed off as he looked at you, his face riddled with worry, his hand cradling the back of your head. "The rundown." You picked up where he left off, smiling at him, feeling your eyes start to burn as tears threatened to fall again. You took in a shaky breath.

"You already know my parents name, David and Maria. They had their own business when I was growing up, a shipping company here in Louisville. I spent a lot of afternoons after school helping them out. Now my dad is retired and my mom works as an accountant. My sister's name is Teresa, she's a senior in high school, about to go to college at Kentucky." Jack groaned at that last sentence.

"Ugh, I don't like her already." He said in jest, referring to his loyalty to Louisville, making you chuckle. "Keep going." He rubbed your forearm affectionately, his eyes focused on the road.

"My dad is a die hard Saints fan, which I know you'll appreciate. Something that you guys can talk about." Jack nodded, taking everything in. "My mom loves old movies. She'll talk your ear off about them. My little sister is an incredibly talented singer. The voice of an angel."

Jack couldn't help but smile as he listened to you talk. Even after everything you'd been through, you had nothing but good things to say about your family. You made a conscious choice to focus on the positive, and he had no doubt you were stronger than you knew. You gave him a few more topics to have in his back pocket during dinner as you continued the drive.

****

"Welcome." Your mother greeted you at the door, her lack of enthusiasm palpable. She ignored you completely to give her attention to Jack. "Jack, welcome to our home. We're very happy to have you here. Y/N has told us almost nothing about you", she let out a humorless breath as she glanced at you, "but I'm sure we'll get acquainted during dinner." You felt a sharp pain in your side as if her dig at you had been a physical attack.

As you shed your jacket her eyes ran up and down your outfit. "Y/N, is that the best thing you could find to wear to dinner? You should see your sister's dress. We went out and picked it up last week. So cute." Jack noticed you physically shrink at her comment. "Its amazing how beautiful she can look in anything." Jack smiled at you, making you blush. He placed his hand on your lower back, drawing comforting circles with his fingers. You could see your mom's attitude shift negatively. "Where is Teresa?" You were quick to change the conversation, determined to have a good night. "She's in the dining room with your father. Dinner is almost ready."

Your mom led the two of you to the the dining room, where your dad and Teresa were placing the last dishes on the table. "Y/N!" Your little sister ran over to you, enveloping you in a big hug. "I've missed you." You mumbled in her hair, holding her tightly. "Daddy, Teresa, this is Jack." You turned to your boyfriend to introduce him to the other members of your family. "Jack, nice to meet you." Teresa quickly shook hands with him before Jack took your father's grip. "Sir."

"Lets eat. I'm sure Jack is hungry." Your mom encouraged everyone to sit down. Jack pulled your chair out for you, helping you to get settled before he took his own seat.

Everyone was quiet as they began to plate their food and eat. You caught Jack looking at you in the corner of your eye. His leg was jiggling up and down, something he did subconsciously when he was nervous. You were sure it was because he was meeting your parents for the first time, but truthfully Jack was nervous for you and how the night was going to unfold.

"So Jack, Y/N says you're in the music industry. What do you do?" Your father asked. Jack cleared his throat as he was passed a bowl of mashed potatoes. "I'm a rapper. I make rap music." He glanced at you with wide eyes, not sure what you had told them about him. "Oh, Teresa has such a wonderful voice. I always thought she should be a singer. Maybe you can give her a couple of pointers about the industry." Your mom edged Jack on, as if she was your sister's manager. "Mom. I'm sure Jack doesn't want to talk about work right now", Teresa cut in," Anyway, I'm more of a sing in the church choir kind of voice." You smiled at her, thankful for trying to turn the conversation back to you for a moment.

"Don't sell yourself so short Teresa. How did you meet Y/N, Jack? I don't know how you meet many celebrities working a dead-end office job." Your mom looked to Jack as if she had asked him the time, not insulted his girlfriend to his face. Jack's jaw flexed, and you could see the vein in his neck start to bulge. "A mutual friend, actually. One that works that same dead end job." You snapped your head toward him, pleading with your eyes for him to behave. He knew he probably wasn't going to get many opportunities to get a few jabs in before you stopped him, but it was dangling right in front of him.

"Its just a temp job anyway. I'm working to try to get back to school. Jack's actually been helping me with my applications." The spoon of stuffing hit your plate harder than you intended, making everyone jump.

The room was quiet for a minute, and you thought you were past that awkward conversation. "If you would have stayed in school a couple of years ago, you probably could have been in a much better position by now." Your dad stabbed his fork in the air, his face in a scowl. "All that money down the drain." He gritted out between clenched teeth.

You felt the lump build in your throat. You had left college a couple of years ago when you were on the verge of a mental breakdown and your grades were suffering severely. Jack knew all about your struggles, it was actually one of the things you had bonded over when you had started dating. College was never in the cards for him either, and he knew all about the pressures to succeed. He was on your side, and when you told him you wanted to go back to school, he promised to help you however he could, even offering to pay for tuition.

"Y/N tells me you're thinking about going to Kentucky, Teresa?" Jack quickly pivoted the attention away from you so you could breathe. "Yeah, I want to major in Biology. Not sure if I want to after that, but I've always loved science."

"I'm a Louisville fan, and I think I finally converted Y/N over to the Cardinals. If you give me 20 minutes, I think I could get you to switch schools." Jack and Teresa chuckled. "Y/N liking football, how did you manage to do that?", your sister asked. "Well, he had to take me to quite a few games before I was-"

"We're just so proud of Teresa and all that she's accomplished so far." Your mom cut you off mid sentence, avoiding eye contact with you. "Kentucky is such a great school."

Jack balled his fist up under the table. The way your parents treated you was so much worse than he could have imagined. He had problems with his own family, he didn't know a person who didn't, but the way they deliberately disrespected you made his skin crawl. You could feel the anger radiating off of Jack's body. It wasn't easy for him to conceal his emotions, especially rage. You grabbed his hand and gently helped him unclench his fingers.

The rest of the dinner was eerily quiet, the only sound the clink of silverware against plates. You finished your courses, opting to skip dessert, your excuse the traffic you would have to hit if you didn't leave before rush hour.

Jack helped you slip your jacket over your shoulders as the two of you got read to leave. "It was very nice to meet you, Jack." Teresa gave the two of you a hug before stepping back, clinging onto your arm. "Nice to meet you too. Don't forget, Louisville is still an option." Teresa gave him a huge grin, promising to get his contact information from you if she ever changed her mind.

"Sir, Mrs. Y/L/N. Thank you very much for dinner." Jack shook hands with your father once more. "Thank you Jack. We'd say you're welcome to come back next year, but none of Y/N's boyfriends have made it that long." You almost bowed over as you felt that stab in your stomach again. Jack could feel the heat creeping up his neck, his back tensing up.

"Its not for the reason you think." The words spilled out of Jack's mouth before he could stop them.

"I'm sorry? What do you mean?" Your mom's face contorted at Jack's words. He took a deep breath, knowing there was no going back now. You would probably hate him for it, but he couldn't stand to hear you get torn down like this.

"From the moment we've walked in the door, I haven't heard you say one nice thing about Y/N." You pulled at Jack's arm. "Jack, please, stop."

"And she is the nicest person. Incredibly kind and loving, and I always thought, man she must have the most amazing parents to have raised a daughter like her. Now I know, she's that way in spite of you." You couldn't stand to hear another word. You walked out the door, leaving Jack in the entryway. Your chest was burning with anger as you leaned against the car door.

"It was never my intention to insult you, but damn, she deserves so much better than this." Jack left the door open as he hurried after you.

"Jack!", he stopped in his tracks when Teresa called after him, turning on his heels to face her. "You're right. My sister is an amazing person. I'm sorry that you had to see that tonight. My parents- they", she stumbled over her words, "when they look at Y/N, they're reminded of all the ways they failed her, things that are too far gone now to change. Thank you for seeing her for the beautiful person that she is." She gave Jack a small hug before running back inside.

****

The car ride back to Jack's place was silent, the air stifling. Jack didn't want to be the first one to speak, afraid you would blow up at him, and he rightfully deserved it. He white knuckled the steering wheel, his looks split between the road and you, to gauge how upset you were. You were tightlipped, your gaze focused on the horizon, your grip on your seatbelt cutting into your skin.

Jack trailed behind you back into his apartment. You dropped your coat and took off your shoes at the door, heading directly to his bedroom. "Baby, let's talk. I'm sorry, I never should have said those things to your parents." You didn't answer him, instead laying on the bed, your back turned to him. You felt his weight dip into the mattress as he sat next to you, his hand resting on your hip. "I understand why you're mad at me. I just couldn't stand to hear them talk about you like that anymore." He held his breath waiting for his response.

The sob you let out startled him. "What did I do wrong?" You choked back tears, frantically trying to wipe your face to no avail. "Why do they hate me so much?" You couldn't stop crying out, tightening your hold on the pillow against your chest. Jack gently laid next to you, pulling the pillow out of your arms so he could pull you close to his chest.

You cried harder as he held you, an overflow of the frustration and sadness you'd been feeling in anticipation of the night, something you could no longer hold back. His shirt was soaked, but he didn't care. His only thought was being here for you right now. He waited until he thought you were done crying to speak again. "Talk to me baby", he nestled his nose in your hair.

"I just wish that they were proud of me. That something I did mattered to them as much as it does when my sister does it. Why don't they ever choose me? I feel like no one is ever on my side." Jack's heart broke as he listened to you. "I feel like nothing I ever do will be good enough to earn their love." Tears were starting to fall all over again.

"I know I'm not your parents, but its their loss. If they can't see how amazing you are, that's their fault, not yours. One day, they're gonna wish they had cherished you while you were around." Jack could feel your chest rise and fall against his body. "I love you. I choose you, every time. You matter to me more than anything else in the world."

You knew he was right, but your heart still felt broken beyond repair. There were just some things that only time could fix. Jack pulled you closer, your weight laying on top of him, his hand rubbing up and down your back. Your eyelids felt heavy as you listened to his heartbeat against your cheek as your head rested on your chest. You didn't even realize you had fallen asleep until Jack was trying to wake you up.

****

His hand was cold against your cheek as your eyes slowly fluttered open. "Are you up for a surprise?" He whispered as you started to become fully awake. He gave you a moment before grabbing your hand and walking you to the living room.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" You were startled by the cheers of people in the room, noticing that Urban, Clay and a bunch of your mutual friends were standing in the living room, yelling and clapping. You also noticed the impressive spread of KFC buckets on the coffee table. "You deserve a do-over Thanksgiving with your chosen family and a Kentucky delicacy." You chuckled as Jack pulled you in for a kiss, earning boos from the room. "Gross!", Urban yelled out. "Stop kissing, I need to eat!" Clay joined in, earning a hard slap on the arm from Jack. You giggled, hiding your face in embarrassment as you greeted your friends, overwhelmed by how quickly Jack was able to put this together.

Once everyone had their share of the food, Jack stood, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, I just want to say, thank you to everyone in this room. I learned something tonight. You can't choose your family, but you can choose who you love and who you allow to love you back. To my beautiful girlfriend, thank you for choosing me to love you. It has been the greatest honor of my life." You blew him a kiss, a smile creeping on your face.

"Thank you to everyone who helped me put this Friendsgiving together very fast. Even though the banner could use some work." Everyone's eyes moved to the makeshift white printer paper banner taped to the wall that read "Happy Thanksgiving."

"Hey! I was working with limited materials, and as I reminded you today, I am a photographer, not an artist." Urban was quick to defend himself to laughter in the room. "It's perfect, Urban." You chimed in, winking at him.

"Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Never forget how loved and cherished you are." Jack rose his glass of water, everyone following suit. "Cheers."

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AWWW😆❤️

“jack stop plucking me for i pop you!!”

🫀

You were laying on the bed, scrolling through Instagram, when Jack walked into the room, his hands shoved into his front pockets. The two of you had gotten into a snippy fight earlier, and neither wanted to be the first to admit fault and apologize.

"What do you wanna do for dinner?" Jack asked, his hunger overriding his pride in the moment. You glanced up at him, rolling your eyes before you looked back down at your phone. "I'm serious. What do you want?"

"I want you to leave the room. Does that work for you?" Your voice was venomous, laced with sarcasm.

"I want you to leave, blah, blah, blah", Jack mocked you, his face playfully contorted as he sat down on the bed. "Ugh, you are the biggest child." You let out a huff and turned your back to him as he laid down next to you.

The two of you sat in angry silence for a few minutes before Jack's stomach started to rumble. "I'm starving, baby. Can you just tell me what you want for dinner so I can order it?" He turned to you, placing a hand on your shoulder which you immediately shrugged off. "I'm not hungry. Just order whatever you want."

Jack sighed, running his hands down his face. He knew that if he ordered something without you, he'd never hear the end of it when you were hungry later on. He had to do something to get you out of your bad mood.

Flick. The first pluck landed hard against your arm, but you ignored it. "Baby." Jack tried to get your attention, but you only scooted further away from him.

Flick. The second was right against your ass cheek, making you jump. "Jack. stop', you grumbled out, still refusing to look at him. Jack chuckled to himself, knowing he was starting to get to you.

He held his breath as he plucked you for a third time, this time really hard against your thigh. You snapped your head toward him, letting a sharp breath out through your nose. "Jackman, stop plucking me 'fore I pop you!"

Jack threw his hands up as if he was innocent. "I'm not even doing anything. Just laying here." You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back around. "Leave me alone."

He didn't want to do it, but you weren't leaving him with any choice. You let out a shriek as he smacked your butt, his large hand squeezing your cheek.

Before he could even get a laugh out you were on top of him, hitting him on the chest. "What is wrong with you?" Jack was laughing so hard his face was beet red, but you wouldn't let up. "Ok, baby, stop!" He grabbed at your wrist, but you just moved to hit him with your free hand. "Hey, I said stop!" He was trying his best to be stern with you, but it wasn't working.

He had you trapped, his large hands easily wrapping around your wrists. "Let me go, Jack."

"Are you done hitting me?" Jack furrowed his brows together, and you quickly broke, letting out a sigh. "Yes, I'm done." He let you go, and you sat back on his lap, his hands moving to massage your hips. "I'm sorry for earlier." You nodded, patting his stomach. "Me too."

"Ok, now what do you want for dinner?" Jack grabbed your phone from the mattress.

"This." You quickly plucked him on the forehead, harder than you intended, Jack's hand flying up to cover the spot. "Ow! That was so much harder than I did to you!"

"Yeah, but now I actually feel better." You stole your phone from him. "I think I want Mexican food."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackman harlow #jackharlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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I’m gonna read this again just because I love a man who worships his woman like this.🤍

Jack Harlow: “I’m in love with you and I’m not afraid to show it.”

"Jack." You tapped his shoulder to try to get his attention, but Jack just let out a sweet hum, his lips vibrating against yours as he kissed you, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other teasing your bare inner thigh. "Jack, baby." You squeezed his arm, but he wouldn't let up, deepening the kiss, his tongue darting in and out of your mouth. "Jackman."

"I'm a little busy right now." He pulled away momentarily, giving you a quick smile before he was latching onto your neck, leaving such intense, wet kisses on your skin, you were sure you'd have a hickey in the morning.

"Ahem." Jack's head was on a swivel, turning to look around at the waiter who was standing behind him, visibly uncomfortable and trying to avoid eye contact as the two of you were getting hot and heavy in a booth of the dark restaurant. Jack turned back to you, his face turning red. "How long has he been standing there?", he gritted out in a whisper.

"Are you ready to order?" You were trying your hardest not to laugh at the scene, Jack hiding his face in your neck from embarrassment while the waiter looked like he wanted to evaporate on the spot. "I think we're gonna need another moment." Your server nodded, backing out to run to another table.

Knowing you were in the clear, Jack was back at it, sucking on your ear lobe as you tried to focus on the menu, his hand getting dangerously close to where it shouldn't be. "Jack." You jerked your head back, Jack chasing after you with his mouth. The two of you had been apart for a couple of weeks, and you were the only thing that had been on his mind the entire time he'd been away. All he wanted to do was take you to bed, but you insisted on having a proper date night, so this was his way of compromising.

He let out a groan when you grabbed at his jawline, scratching his beard with your nails. "What do you wanna eat? Aren't you hungry?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" He smirked, playfully nipping at you, letting out a low growl that only you could hear. His pupils were blown, his cheeks a healthy flush; just the sight of you was turning him on, and he was getting increasingly handsy. Thankfully, you were at the back of the restaurant, and no one could really see you.

"Down, boy." You bit at your bottom lip, teasing him, knowing it would only set him off. You wanted to have a little fun, too.

"Give me like, 10 minutes", he counted in his head, being a bit generous if he was honest, "in the bathroom, and I'll show you how much I missed you." Jack was downright feral, and part of you wanted him to have his way with you, but you also missed spending time with him that didn't include your legs shaking.

You let him get a quick peck on the lips before you pushed him away at the chest, one hand holding him at arms length, barely able to contain the beast as you tried to decide on your entree. "I'm thinking about getting the crab cakes. What about you?" You looked at him and his gaze immediately dropped to your lips, basically salivating.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Jack?" Usually your boyfriend was hyperaware of his surroundings when he was in public, paranoid that he'd run into a crazy fan or the paparazzi when he was with you. Tonight, he was different, completely uninhibited. "What? I’m in love with you and I’m not afraid to show it."

He flashed you those pearly whites and you were almost putty in his hands, but remained strong, shifting in your seat and crossing your legs to contain yourself. Jack scooted closer to you, his hands finding your waist.

"Now if you'd just let me do what I want to...". He overpowered you easily, his mouth finding yours again. You were quickly lost in the passion, forgetting where you were for a second, your hands finding his curls. Jack had a way with his tongue, insanely gifted in more ways than one. You broke away only out of necessity when you needed a breath, Jack's lips red and swollen, his chest heaving as he stared you down. "Let's get out of here." You whispered.

"Check, please!" Jack's fist collided with the table so quickly, and with such force, he knocked over the silverware and glasses of water.

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