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merakiui · 7 months

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Helloooo! My first time participating in one of these ask games, I couldn’t resist!

1. Seaglass! I ADORE the tweels in there, and while I haven’t read it in a whiiile, I love how unsettling and quiet the scenes are! They’re so strange and scary, but I can’t resist reading more and more— but one scene that stuck with me the most was waking up, the way you wrote of the body and the blood and the pain, I ADORE IT!

7. Probably DRU! Before stumbling upon your blog, I’d just gotten through a little obsession with a fic called Bloodlust (on ao3, by a user named F_Smutt_Fitzgerald), and I was head over heels for contrast of calm and chaotic/“savage” (not really sure what to call it), and while Jade doesn’t exactly fit into that little box, the thought of such a calm and composed character having such a side to him blew my mind, and lord I am thankful for it.

9. MOONBROCH (seaglass 2, if my memory isn’t messin with me again)! I’m so ready for it, and jumped to the poll you posted as soon as I saw it on there. Was a bit sad to see it didn’t win, but I’ll wait as long as needed for it 🙏 anything for Moonbroch!

11. More Jamil! Me and a friend love him, and while he shares a bit of similarity to Jade (the j’s strong together hehe), I find that he’s more normal. He certainly isn’t as infamous as the more courteous fish mafia member, and since Azul’s established the livestream was really just a call to Kalim and the likes, his reputation isn’t even ruined. He’s just an outstanding babysitter to the rest of NRC, which leaves much more room for deception and shenanigans >:]

12. Many! One I didn’t expect to read as much as I did was Rollo’s letters in your Lunar Love Hotel event. I don’t really like Rollo’s design (his bowl cut is too funny for me to thirst over him), but how you wrote him was AMAZING. Reignited my love for characters who know what they’re doing is bad, but can’t resist. A tear of morality and desire, which I adore so much!

13. Yes!! I adore your writing, and often talk to some of my writing friends about your works. Originally, I found your blog surfing tumblr with a friend (I’m a born n bred Floyd lover, and you definitely supplied), and have been sharing it with a few friends since!

14. Probably Sugar Dew Sewn Anew. I typically don’t read about Rook or anyone I don’t already like, but I loved how you wrote him and the scene! Unsettling, can’t-quite-place-them characters have my heart, and I love some good ole depiction of artistry and the reader’s artistic process.

I loved filling this out though, thank you for writing and sharing it. Wishing you well, and hope you have a wonderful day today!

(Also, could I be “Lionfish anon”? The floodgates of my mind are opening & I’m hoping to linger in your asks more!)

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Hello, Lionfish anon!!! It's so nice to meet you!!! I look forward to hearing more from you!! Please feel free to linger in my inbox to your heart's content hehe!! >w< and please allow me to happily ramble my responses!!!

Sea Glass!!!! Yes, 'quiet' is the perfect way to describe it!!! I wanted to portray this feeling of quiet unrest in the fic. There's a dreadful peacefulness to the beginning scenes, but once the reader becomes entangled in a scheme that has been in the works for years things begin to feel so suffocating!! The tweels are absolute menaces in that fic. I'm glad you could enjoy them and the way I described the murder scene! I wanted to write it in a way that was so visceral you couldn't tear your eyes away. The entire plot came to me when I had the thought: what if Reader was the one who did the killing and the yandere holds that over their head? And thank you for looking forward to Moonbroch!!!! It's definitely going to be a wild sequel. >:)

After reading your ask, I went and binged "Bloodlust" right away and oooooo it did not disappoint! It hurt me in the best ways. >_< reading about Floyd grappling with his own monstrous whims and the desire to either hurt or help Shrimpy... it was so good. The emotions and feelings were written so powerfully. Azul's cover-up scheme... and Jade!!!!! GOSH. T_T the ending left me in horrified awe. Poor Shrimpy... the eels are the worst, aren't they? ;;;; I'm glad that DRU can evoke similar emotions in you!! I also love the contrast of composed and calm with secretly sinister and brutal. Jade fits into that trope so wonderfully!! I love writing about his secret sides as a serial killer. He's terrifying. <3

Oooo yes yes!!! I definitely want to write more for Jamil. The J's are indeed stronger together hehe lol!! Along with your points, I also find that Jamil is far more outwardly trustworthy and reliable. When compared to Octavinelle, whose reputations are all quite iffy, Jamil has this safety about him that makes you more prone to trusting him. I think that makes it easier for him to deceive you. He always downplays his own capabilities. He's really just a servant, or so he says, but the truth is that there is much more to Jamil than meets the eye... There is so much room for lots of devious shenanigans!!! I hope to write it more often!

AAAAA YAAAYY!!! It is my duty to spread the Rollo agenda!!! ( `･ω･´)9 I'm so happy you enjoyed that fic!! Writing in first-person letter format was very fun!! I love it when characters struggle with moral dilemmas and even go through with their terrible actions despite being aware that it's wrong. Rollo is perfect for that sort of character type!! I loved writing him continuously reassuring himself and the reader that he's so patient and logical and righteous when he's actually none of those things and is just a depraved, perverted stalker. I'm also glad you liked 11:11!!!! Rook's character is so perfect for so many yandere tropes, and I wanted to capture just a fraction of his off-putting creepiness. He's so unsettling, especially when written in a setting as isolating as a cabin in the woods. ;;;;

Omg I'm very flattered and honored to know that you have shared my writing!!! T^T <3 thank you for discussing it with others!! I hope to provide more yummy Floyd food for your enjoyment as I am also an avid Floyd enjoyer hehe!! I know I may have written it many times, but I truly am so grateful to read your kind message!!! Thank you for sharing your thoughts on my stories and for always reading and enjoying them!!! I am sending you lots of love and good, happy vibes, lovely Lionfish anon!!!!!!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

#sweet messages #lionfish anon

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onewomancitadel · 1 year

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The Dune series is actually an interesting question of misogynistic writing because... I think it's a whole lot more complicated at first glance than it seems (its homophobia is probably more cut-and-dry, even with the lesbianism Leto II accepts amongst his Fish Speakers - Duncan Idaho objects to it, and presumably this is the more 'moral' position). I actually think the writing of a lot of his female characters, even his tragic ones, is very humanistic, even when there are some weirder and stranger ideas he's exploring - actually because of that. His artistic ideas clearly take priority to the point that I think it overcomes even some of the finer regressive points or intimations of such. Further, there really is very little sexual violence in the books. Duncan Idaho is a womaniser, but women desire him. The 2021 adaptation of the first half of Dune actually made a sexual threat to Jessica more explicit. The rape of an enslaved boy by the Baron, who looks like Feyd Rautha, happens offscreen and is implied. It's monstrous, of course, and decidedly homophobic in its implications - for the bare fact of making it more prominent when the sexual violence against women isn't, I think. But that aside, we do have examples of lovemaking offscreen in Dune (which is easier to achieve in writing than film) and the contrast of that to, say, Irulan wanting an heir.

So often it is said that sexual violence is 'realistic', but healthy sexual relationships are, by virtue, apparently not - the inclusion of them doesn't enter the conversation. I think that I would rather take a series largely absent of sexual violence than I would something which comes with graphic sex scenes. At the very least, I would prefer that sexual violence is balanced by positive depictions of sex - people can critique a gore-a-thon, I think it's fair to critique the overuse of sexual violence. (E.g. if we had a scene of Jessica and Leto making love, I would have been more alright with the book change otherwise made - which actually also minimises Jessica trying to use sexuality as control, which was not ideal in the book but definitely different in activity/tone. Why is it okay to insert the threat of sexual violence against women when I think it's evident they're trying to 'fix' gender/sexuality/race problems with Dune?)

I know this isn't a popular camp for the 'old sci-fi is universally regressive' crowd, and I think having been an avid sci-fi reader in general means I've read some reaaaaally bad stuff, but I think that Dune is a great example of where his actual ideas are not necessarily held back in realisation of his female characters. Jessica's ambition (later retconned to love, for thematic reasons in relation to Leto II, methinks) and her interference in creating the kwisatz haderach is an enormous choice which has enormous impact on the world of Dune, and similarly her carrying Alia is a major narrative event. It's not something she's shuffled off to the side for - but she's also not just the womb-bearer, she's actually more than that, and it's related to, and transgressive of, the Bene Gesserit politicking. She's probably my second favourite character in the books. Mother, yes, but leagues more than that. Even Alia's tragedy is not something that happens to her because she's female, it's because she's an Abomination; her monstrousness is not something that is just the hysteria of being female.

Let alone the fact that both Paul and Leto II actually transcend gender in some way, in ways which are honestly really interesting and if not better than a lot of male characters now lol.

So when I think about ideas which transcend misogyny, or good writing which can transcend misogyny even with issues in the work, Dune is an example in my head.

#duneposting #stirring the pot

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white--moon · 2 years

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He sighs, but there’s clearly no point arguing. “It’s a video, I can enjoy it as many times as I want.” He slants his hollow a look. “Especially those times when the real thing is being too unbearable to be allowed to do it himself.”

He tilts his head, and alright, he doesn’t hear anything he feels the need to disagree with. But he presses his lips. “You’re gonna lose that hand if you keep using it to boss me around.” Not true. He likes Shiro’s hands.

He starts moving and shakes his head. “Dependable spots to find a hollow. Places where they tend to accumulate, instead of having to hunt one down. But you’re right, I guess we could’ve just waited for them to show up closer to home.” This is easier in his opinion, and since his hollow didn’t say anything about them needing to be of a certain strength or class, well… he doesn’t get to complain. “I didn’t say they weren’t scared of me. Some of them are. But I come here a lot, so—” Why is he explaining something Shiro likely doesn’t actually care about? “That’s not the point. This place gets a lot of hollows, they’re spooked easily.” He huffs and starts his hunt. It’s the second level he travels to, down a set of stairs that are locked, but simple enough to unbar. He avoids residents, especially those with noticeable reiryoku. It’s the ghosts he thinks will give them away, since they always flock to him, except they steer clear and it takes him a moment to realize they’re avoiding his hollow.

The second floor isn’t used anymore, so once they’re down, he relaxes. Partly anyway. It’s easier to hunt hollows than avoid people in his opinion. He’s sensing something, but he’s not finding it, and he’s just about ready to give up— or worse, ask for help and hope it still counts— when it ambushes them. It’s not all that strong, definitely not very smart, and he’s got this one subdued much faster, lunging after it, stabbing his sword through its thigh then opting to crush bones instead of severing them. In the end, he barely has to restrain it. It’s easier, but he doesn’t feel as good about the method. “Alright, here. Hollow number two.”

He's not expecting such easy acceptance, but that admission puts a big grin on his face. But- Wait. He rolls his eyes. "You know the easiest way to shut me up." Well, maybe not shut him up, per se, but get him to quit being unbearable, as Ichigo puts it.

He snorts a laugh. "Yeah? Try it and see what happens." Coming from Ichigo, that hardly feels like a real threat. He's pretty confident Ichigo would try to kick his ass before he tried to start cutting off limbs.

That doesn't make a lot of sense to him, because all of Karakura seems like a dependable spot to find a hollow, but he supposes narrowing the scope of their hunt down is never wrong. He shrugs about the clarification. Maybe it's because he doesn't have a whole life and duties outside of himself and his day to day survival needs, but he doesn't usually mind a longer hunt, even if these little micro pockets of hollows would be easier fishing holes. He looks over though, a little curious about the frequency that Ichigo apparently comes to this place, but then figures it's just because he can kill off a lot of hollows in a shorter amount of time without traveling as far. Makes sense. "Unless they know anything about power levels, I'm probably the least scary lookin' hollow they've ever seen." Certainly the least monstrous. "I wont do anything to scare 'em on purpose."

As they travel through the halls, he kind of starts to realize why Ichigo thought he might need the warning. There's more people here with some level of spiritual awareness than he would have expected, and a higher density of lingering souls too. What a miserable afterlife. These halls have to be boring.

It doesn't take him long to sense the hollow Ichigo's after. It's a little weaker than he'd normally spend time on, though that's not to say he wouldn't make a quick snack of it if he already happened to be in the area, he just wouldn't have sought it out. But since he's not the one putting effort into subduing it, he's still going to be consuming more energy than he's expending, making it more meal worthy. And Ichigo seems to be learning the art of not murdering the hollow he's attacking quickly. He watches, waiting and secretly enjoying the show. He's practically delighted when Ichigo serves it up barely missing anything this time. "This is an arrangement I could get used to." He barely waits until Ichigo backs off to start in on the hollow.

#ask #blacksun #tsp activity check

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megadavestewart · 2 years

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WFS 319 - Fly Fishing Wisconsin with Bill Sherer - Musky and We Tie It Fly Shop

Show Notes: https://wetflyswing.com/319

Presented By: Anglers Coffee, Jackson Hole Fly Company, Reyr Gear, LakeLady Custom Rods

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Bill Sherer, owner of the We Tie It fly shop, takes us to the Musky capital of the world and the 2nd state in the US with the most lakes. Today, we're fly fishing Wisconsin. There's a whole different game in catching these fish that are monstrous in size and Bill shares some tactics to get more opportunities in landing them. They are called "Fish of 10 Thousand Casts" for a reason and we find out why. We talk about the recommended gear for muskies, which flies are the most effective, and the best times to go after them.

Fly Fishing Wisconsin Show Notes with Bill Sherer

04:30 - Russ Miller from Umpqua Feather Merchants was on the podcast at WFS 303

05:10 - Bill states that "Walmart does more business in a day than what the fly fishing industry as a whole does in a year"

08:00 - The first fish that Bill caught was a brook trout when he was about 8 years

08:30 - Bill's parents owned a boys and girls summer camp - he used to sell worms to the campers

09:25 - Bill became an engineer and got into a school bus business where he was the chief of maintenance for about 20 years - he eventually quit after getting stressed with it

10:50 - Bill opened a fly shop just before the movie, A River Runs Through It came out

14:30 - Fishing season starts in mid-May in North Wisconsin when bugs start hatching and the water has warmed up enough

15:30 - Tim Landwehr is also in the Northeast part of Wisconsin - Tim was on the podcast at WFS 273

16:30 - Hendricksons are the first major hatch of the year, followed by mother's day caddis, sulfurs, brown drakes, etc.

18:30 - Bill does some zoom fly tying classes in winter when the fishing is off

20:25 - Tim Flagler was on the podcast at WFS 279

25:30 - Wisconsin is the musky capital of the world

29:25 - Walleyes are having a difficult time producing in Wisconsin lakes - these fish are declining because of water temperature changes and global warning

38:30 - Use a fly that looks like bluegill and is not bigger than 6 inches

39:50 - One of the most effective flies for muskies is the Big Green

41:00 - Bill recommends the Cortland Ghost Tip fly line but only for springtime - but in September, Bill recommends a Compact Intermediate fly line

43:25 - Bill casts behind the fish's tail and animates the fly a little to get the fish's attention

53:40 - The biggest musky they landed was close to 40 pounds and it wasn't hooked - the fly was way inside that fish's throat

57:00 - Bill talks about 75-80 feet casting distances of open lake fishing

59:30 - Wisconsin's got thousands of lakes - within a half-hour around Bill, there are about 5000 lakes

1:00:25 - Bill builds and sells Northwoods Inflatables Pontoon Raft - 2 man and 3 man

1:01:42 - Wisconsin's got a DNR website where you can look up whatever lake you want and it'll tell you all about it - access, fish population, etc.

1:05:00 - Bill recommends Chippewa Rods

1:06:15 - We talk about conservation and Trout Unlimited

1:07:55 - Bill used to play basketball at the University of Wisconsin - he was a power forward with The Badgers and used to play with Carl Pickens and Danny Lure

Fly Fishing Wisconsin Conclusion with Bill Sherer

Bill and I talked about musky fly fishing in Wisconsin. I am amazed at how different the approach is to catching these fish. I learned a lot for sure. Although I'm not sure if I'm prepared for muskies, this is definitely going on the bucket list. Hopefully, I could try fishing them with Bill down the line. Have you ever tried fishing for muskies? Let me know in the comments about your experience.

Show Notes: https://wetflyswing.com/319

Check out this episode!

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soupbabe · 3 years

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So after watching the new Pixar’s film Luca I have a request for bucci gang!. How would they react if y/n was a sea monster. Like on land y/n has a human form unless they accidentally come into contact with water

Bucci Gang w a Sea Monster! Reader

Aaaa I've been wanting to watch Luca!! It looks so cute <3 <3 Btw when thinking about the sea monster when writing this, I definitely thought about the monster designs from the movie !

Bruno Bucciarati

I would like to think that he met you while you were in your sea monster form

He marveled at the bright colors of your scales and fins

He has a habit of staring at them for too long (he just thinks they're hypnotic in a way), just hit him with a "See something you like" and boom

Flustered Bruno

You gave him no warning when you showed him your human form for the first time

He panicked when you jumped onto the land without a care

He was in the middle of scolding you when your bright scales turned into [Skin Tone] skin and your tail disappeared

Although he does think that your human form is just as nice as your monster form, he had to hit you on the side of your head so you wouldn't give him a heart attack like that again

Leone Abbacchio

He just thought you were weird at first tbh

Just giving you weird stares when you over prepared for the rain or refuse to go out at all

He was actually kind of curious, but it's not something that would bother him

It was revealed to him when you two were on a mission together

The forecast was wrong that day, leaving you exposed in the rain

Out of all things, he didn't expect you to have some monstrous form

He just kind of let out a small "Oh" then ordered you to continue on with the mission

Very underwhelming -_-

If it makes you feel any better, he did compliment you on your new form after the mission, saying that you look nice

Giorno Giovanna

Like Abbacchio, he had his suspicions about your odd behavior when it came to water

But he's more upfront about it, giving his own investigation on it

Even though there's not much to investigate, you trusted Giorno and admitted to it when he started asking questions

When you two had enough free time, you both sneaked off to a secluded area of water

When he saw your transformation, he was stunned

He kept looking at the bright multicolored scales, subconsciously tracing his fingers on your webbed hands

It was only until he heard your laughs and a light hearted "That feels weird" he snapped out of his trance, his face heating up

Pannacotta Fugo

If you were to ask Fugo if sea monsters were real, he would flat out call you an idiot

But that changed when you two were assigned to a mission

It was supposed to be a simple interrogation by a dock, but the man quickly turned violent

It was revealed that he had a water based stand and he managed to grab Fugo, forcing him in the water

Fugo was drowning, unable to summon Purple Haze knowing his condition + knowing you were nearby

His vision started getting blurry, when he felt the stand around him disappear and he saw a brightly colored creature come his way

You quickly brought him onto shore and did any necessary check ups on him, though you were still submerged in the water

When he came back to his senses and saw a creature that somewhat look like you, smiling at him I think he freaked out for about a minute

He's a man of logic, not bothering with the entertainment of literal monsters roaming Italy. I think it's reasonable to say that he would be freaked out

Once he calmed down, I think he would love to know everything about what you are and how it is being part monster

Narancia Ghirga

This man just accidentally spilt his water on you and your monster form activated

He freaked out, not expecting you to go fish mode

Once you reassured him, telling him that you were okay, he only had one thing on his mind

"Can I touch you? I just wanna know if the scales are slimy or something!" "Narancia, I'm not a frog!"

He was staring at you wide eyed and with a big smile, making it impossible for you to deny him

He kept feeling your arms, the webbing around your hands, and your tail

He saw you as the coolest person to ever exist

"Now how do I become one! :D"

Guido Mista

Mista was staying at your place for a while, his apartment's water shut off and he needs some time until he can pay for it

Just so happens that the only day he decided to take a shower, you were also in the bathroom

You were using your bathtub relaxing, finding it to be easier in your aquatic form

Your peaceful time was ruined by a (rather girlish) scream and the sound of Mista's gun being drawn out

"Okay! What the hell is that thing and where's Y/N!?!"

You were still in a state of shock (also registering that Mista takes his gun to the bathroom) until one of Mista's pistols spoke up for you, mentioning that the 'creature' looked a lot like you

You have to remind yourself to give number 1 a treat later for defending you

You had to carefully explain to Mista that you were yourself, just in a different form

Oh that changed Mista's mood in an instant, already forgetting about the scene he caused (and that he was there to finally take a shower) to geek over your new look

He had so much fun messing with your tail and squishing your cheeks with his hands so you'll have "fish lips" as he called it

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccerati #leone abbachio x reader #leone abbacchio #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo x reader #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga x reader #narancia ghirga #guido mista x reader #guido mista #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #golden wind #golden wind x reader

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big-tiddie-squad · 3 years

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I did it again.... 😶🤫

The Tease in the Recording Studio

"Try it again, but more seductive. We're going for a sexy vibe for this song, you have to make them feel like YOU want THEM." The producer in charge of the recordings offers. "You've got this, the fans already want you. You just need to give a little extra back to them."

Bangchan runs his hands through his hair. He's been singing the same part over and over, bringing forth his most charismatic personality, but Ms. Park says it's not enough after every recording. "Alright," he sighs, "let's try it again." He puts the headphone back up to his ear but you can see he's tired and confused on what she wants from him now.

"No problem, have a quick drink and we'll roll it back and start at the beginning again." The woman watches Chan through the glass studiously, then turns to you to apologize, "I'm sorry we're taking so long Ms. Y/L/N, but the job isn't done until it's perfect. I know you've been waiting here awhile but I appreciate you being patient with us. It shouldn't take much longer."

You always liked this recording producer. She was brilliant at her job and she's also very sweet and always allowed you to sit in while recording when you got bored of waiting at home. "It's fine! I understand completely. Can I say something to him before you start again though?" You ask.

"Words of encouragement are always welcome. Go ahead!" She shows you what to press to speak to him. You wet your lips and speak clearly through the small mic. "Channie?" He straightens and smiles at your pet name before replying right away, "Its okay if you wanna wait at home sweetheart, I know it's taking me a bit to get this right but I'll be home at some point tonight, you don't have to wait for me."

"What-? I'm not going anywhere," you laugh, "I just wanted to let you know that you can do absolutely do this, I know you're tired but I also know that you've got this!! Just know I'm here to support you!" You offer up a cheesy grin and wink at him causing him to laugh as well.

"Of course I do. I'm sexy after all right? Singing seductively should come easy to me if I don't think too hard." His eyes brighten and he puts his headphones on before giving his producer a thumbs up to signal he's ready.

"Here we go again!" She says cheerfully, as you sit down on the couch to watch your boyfriend make magic happen.

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A frustrated growl leaves Chan as Ms. Park tells him to take a break. It's been over an hour and he's made no progress. He chugs his water bottle and slams it down. You don't typically see him this angry and maybe it's caused by sitting here for so long but... it's kind of hot. He only gets aggressive when you guys are intimate, becoming a whole other person it seems. You get up to go eat something with him while you all take a break.

You both sit in the small break room together as you watch him eat the small sandwich you brought him from home hours ago.

"I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong?" He complains, furiously taking a bite. "How can I not have given off the right vibe by now?" He licks his lips and you're thighs close on their own, stirring up memories of what the two of you did last night. His tongue seemed to have a map of your pussy memorized. Oh how he took you on a mind altering trip. Bending you to his will, literally.

He notices you're staring into the distance and waves a hand in front of your face, "Y/N? You okay? Maybe you should go home and go to sleep now, it's already 11:18 at night." He reaches down and puts his hand on your knee, you'd worn a cute black skirt that comes about halfway up your thighs. Thanks to his touch alone, an immediate urge woke in you and caused you to almost jolt from the contact. Apparently, your poker face needs some practice because Chan picked up on it almost instantly. His eyes dilate a bit as he watches you take your lower lip into your mouth and your breath hitches.

"Oh princess..." he coos at you teasingly, "does my little love need some special attention?" He slides his hand up from your knee to your thigh and begins to stand up and lean in slowly, almost like a predator stalking his prey. "Well, do you?" Every nerve in your body is firing off and your brain is giving you a fight or flight command, but that's what he wants right? He wants you to feel like prey, like you need to run. You wonder if you don't back off... if you were a bit disobedient, maybe this time you could take charge...how would he react?

Wouldn't hurt to find out right?

"Why does it matter? It's not like we have any time for you to do anything about it." You smirk at him, folding your arms and leaning back. His face goes slack for about .5 seconds before his eyes turns a whole new shade of brown. So dark you could be lost in them forever. "Excuse me-" he begins, teeth gritted, just as the door opens to reveal a newly energized producer.

"LETS GO PARTY PEOPLE! We need to get this done and I feel like this next take is gonna be perfect!" She's comes and goes like a hurricane leading the way to the recording room, with you and Bangchan following behind.

Once you all get to there, Chan immediately goes into the small sound proof portion to begin. However, his eyes continue to flit to you, and you can tell he's a little annoyed with being interrupted in the break room. Especially after your last comment.

Ms. Park tells him he's definitely giving off the right kind of energy atm and to keep his head space where it's currently at for the song.

And then you have a wonderful idea. Seriously, you should be an evil temptress. He nods at her but doesn't take his eyes off you for long as he starts singing. Perfect. You look at the back of his Ms. Park's head making sure she's focused on what she's doing. Before swiping your tongue slowly and suggestively over your lips, making full eye contact with Chan. He stumbles over his words, and Ms. Park sighs and asks him to start over, jokingly saying that that was just a warm up.

You smirk it feels nice to have control especially when he isn't able to do anything about it. You're almost positive that this will come back to bite you in the ass but.... it's kind of fun. So you continue. You lean forward and dig through your purse, fishing out a sucker, but as you do you begin letting your breasts tumble out as much as possible. His voice has a slight subtle change to it. And the producer claps her hands excitedly. So far so good.

You sit up and unwrap the sucker placing it in your mouth as you open your legs widely before crossing them, knowingly giving Chan a peep show. His voice is radiating through your body now causing a deep aching in your cunt. Damn was this what Ms. Park was wanting from him. You didn't know how you felt about other girls receiving this special type of feeling from him. A small sting of jealousy courses through you and though you know how deeply you've both fallen for each other. It's just a song, you tell yourself.

You decide to keep taunting him, and you finally run your tongue of over the sucker. You twist it against your lips before sucking it into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you slowly pull it back out of your mouth smiling at him. His eyes haven't left you this whole time, and the dangerous and almost feral look he gave you was making you clench at nothing. Your pussy was already slick causing your panties to grow wet with your need. You didn't realize how much you were testing him.

He was already harder than hell but thankfully Ms. Park couldn't tell with his sweats and baggy hoodie on. He didn't know where you got this cocky and teasing attitude from but he couldn't wait to take you home and fuck it out of you. You'd never purposfully been this much of a tease before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. He takes a breath before going into his solo part in the song and in that exact moment, he knew you were going to be punished tonight.

You'd waited for his part to come up and just before it did you spread your legs to show off your soaking panties slowly slipping a hand down over yourself and rubbing gently. You were so caught up on teasing him you hadn't realized how sensitive you'd gotten. The moment you pressed onto your clit you're mouth opened a bit and you wiggle slightly at the stimulation.

And BOY does Chan notice, his hips jerk forward slightly. Chan watches as your legs close tightly around your wandering fingers, wanting so badly to to replace your fingers with his own. He's in the clear now. Finishing the song with a lusty, almost dangerous note as he sees you bring your fingers up to your lips and suck your own juices off of them with a minx-like grin. You pull your skirt back into place and pop the sucker back into your mouth.

"THAT WAS IT! THAT WAS AMAZING! It's exactly what we needed! We are DONE!" Ms. Park yells whilst jumping up and down. She turns to you and thanks you for your support. "I don't know WHAT you did on lunch to help him get the right mood but whatever it was we might have to have you in here more often!" She laughs. You all gather your stuff and part ways once you get out of the building.

Chan wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in tightly before leaning down, voice rumbling in your ear, "you have awakened a whole new side of me I hope you know that."

You look up at him with the biggest most innocent grin you can muster, the friction of your thighs rubbing together and the meaning behind his words and tone setting your stomach alight with a monstrous sexual hunger. The walk home was difficult for many reasons and at least one of them was because Chan had slipped his hand under your top, fingers brushing your bare skin and adding to the discord of tingles you already had.

"Who would've known you could be such a brat," he says as you both make it to your apartment. He opens the door and let's you walk in first slapping you on the ass and causing you to squeak out in surprise. He enters behind you and locks the door before quickly grabbing your hand and pinning you against the wall. Your lips meet and you can taste his need, the pure desire to ruin you tonight. His hand sneaks into your skirt and panties feeling how wet you were for him. You moan at the contact, your body almost crumbling in on yourself. "Chan" you manage say. "Babygirl- you have a three second head start." He tells you voice coated with a dominant and feral tone as he removes his hand from your warm sheath and licks his fingers clean. "1.......2...." and before he could get to three you bolt for the bedroom, the immense need to run taking over. You haven't even made it 5 feet away before you hear him say three. Before his foot steps are sounding behind you. And all you can think is.

It's going to be a long night.

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draconic-ichor · 3 years

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In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 22: Reservoir House Call

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, body horror

Summary: Moraue needs Heisenberg’s help.

Feedback appreciated, 18+

Movement tripped the alarms, something deep in the factory stirred the sensors. Heisenberg and Juniper entered the control room. He sat in the chair, looking over the cameras.

“What the fuck it that?!” Juniper pointed to one of the screens. Heisenberg turned to look where her finger led.

Down on the lowest reaches of the factory, where water from the reservoir flowed through the factory a large shape lumbered out.

It was a mass of fat and eyes, pulling free of the water with multiple legs.

“Aw Christ…” Heisenberg sat back in his chair rubbing the bridge of his nose, “it’s Moreau.”

“That’s Moreau??” Juniper said in disbelief.

By the time they made it down to the lowest level, Moreau had changed back into his more humanoid form, coughing near the edge of the waterway.

“H-Hello Juniper.” The man croaked. Seeing him now, without his usual coverings was a sight to behold. His back was covered with bulbous, pulsing growths. Damn, some looked to be monstrous eyes. A vestigial aquatic tail poked out from the mass, moving on its own accord. It looked painful, forcing the man into a hunchback.

“H-Hello.” Juniper managed.

“Yea Yea, fish.” Heisenberg stomped up, “What do you want, I’m busy.”

Moreau seemed to worry his hands, glancing down, “Brother…I…I need your help.”

“I fucking know that, what is it?” Heisenberg interjected, annoyed.

His tone made the other flinch a bit, “My television…i-it broke. I can’t f-fix it.”

Heisenberg signed, thinking over the situation. “I’ll come fix it.” He finally spoke.

Moreau’s face lit up with hope, shuffling his feet a bit. He turned towards Juniper, “You’ll come too?”

“Sure.” She nodded tentatively, hearing Heisenberg groan behind her.

“I can take you over!” The man gestured to the water excitedly.

Juniper felt a shiver, remembering what emerged from the water, until Heisenberg cut in again. “Thanks but…uh…fuck that.” He waved his hand, “Well take our own way.”

Slightly dejected, Moraue nodded, “I’ll meet you there.”

“Mhm.” Heisenberg shrugged tightly. Before anyone would speak again the fish man turned and jumped back into the waterway.

“Is that a purse?” Juniper asked amused. They walked towards the Reservoir, the ground muddy from the melted snow.

“It’s a tool bag.” Heisenberg answered through gritted teeth. He pulled the bag closer, it was letter and hung around his shoulder at hip level.

“It looks like a purse.” Juniper snickered, earning a growl of annoyance from Heisenberg.

As they drew nearer, past the town, the ground grew more sodden. The air slowly began to gain a certain smell, like the rotting of waterlogged plants. Juniper wrinkled her nose.

They walked through a narrow passage between a cliff face, Heisenberg holding back a bramble patch for Juniper to safely squeeze through.

She could see the windmills now, old and groaning as they slowly turned. Most of the land surrounding them had long since been lost to the rising water. The roofs of houses and other debris could be seen floating on top of the murky water.

“This is it.” Heisenberg announced, “The beautiful Reservoir, perfect place to cool off in the summertime. Just watch out for the fish!” His voice mimicked an old radio announcer as he split his face into a cheeky smile.

Juniper brushed him away, walking towards the edge to look into the swirling water.

“Be careful, buttercup.” Heisenberg came up behind her, “Won’t be able to fish you out if you sink in that.”

She felt a little shiver run down her spine.

She stepped away from the water, “So where does Moreau live?”

Heisenberg gestured for her to follow, easing his tool bag more comfortably on his shoulder. They entered the closest of the windmills. The old wooden mechanism slowly turned and groaned as they took stairs deeper into the underground. They came to a lift, resembling ones in the factory, but this one was wooden.

They rode it down into what looked to be an old mine. Juniper’s eyes caught the glittering flecks of crystals embedded into the rocky ceiling.

Going deeper still, with the far off shuffling of Lycans in abandoned mining shafts, they finally came to a metal door.

It bore the crest of Miranda.

“Don’t touch anything.” Heisenberg warned, “I don’t want you getting any diseases.”

Before Juniper could scold him he knocked at the door.

They heard mumbling and the scraping of feet across the wooden floors before the door opened. Moreau was a mixture of joy and apprehension, greeting them inside.

His ‘house’ was one of the mine shafts that had been converted into a living space. There were wooden floors and walls, and some furniture about. It was definitely sparse, save for some shelves with old books and storage containers.

Everything looked to be heavily damaged by water and the goo that Moraue would produce, not to mention the off colored stains that Juniper didn’t want to ask about.

It smelled about as one would expect, given the circumstances.

“I’m sorry…about the mess.” Moraue picked up a pile of old magazines, their covers warped and faded.

“It’s alright.” Juniper tried to sooth.

“So where is the tv?” Heisenberg asked with disgruntlement.

“Oh!” The twisted man exclaimed, “It’s right over here.” He padded around a corner into another small room. An old television set was staked on a crate, some soft things and boxes of films close by. This room looked to be the space he spent most of his time.

“Thank you, Heis-Heisenberg.” Moraue stammered.

“Yea, yea.” Heisenberg strode forward, kneeling down behind the machine. He placed the bag of tools beside him, pulling out a screwdriver.

Juniper wandered back to the entertainment room, Moreau curiously following her.

Heisenberg, busy with his task, took no mind of them. He wanted to finish this job as quickly as possible.

Getting all the screws loose he was able to free the back panel. It came away with an odd sucking sound, goo oozing out with it. The slimy substance hit Heisenberg’s boots as the television gave small sparks.

“Fucking hell!” Heisenberg grimaced at his boots, shaking the panel free of the muck.

“The TV is full of your green shit slime!” Heisenberg yelled into the next room. He heard more apologies from the room over. Grumbling, he began to clean out the inside of the box.

Juniper walked along the wall, looking at various things that were hung alone it. Most of it was old gushing memorabilia but a few worn picture frames peaked her interest.

One photo in particular stood out. It was faded, the edges being ate up with mold. But she could still make out a man, stocky with jet black hair. He stood proudly in front of a clinic. She squinted her eyes to read the sign in the photo: Moreau’s Clinic.

“Sal?” Juniper turned, pointing to the photo, “Is this you?”

Moreau came closer, looking to where her finger led. His wide mouth parted in a smile as he spoke, “Oh yes!”

“Were you a doctor?” Juniper turned back towards the photo. Looking now she could see the shadows of his features hidden away under all the twisted flesh.

He nodded, “Yes, I took over the clinic. It was my Father’s. I helped people…before…before all..”

His voice trailed off, but Juniper understood.

He shook his head a bit, his smile returning, “But I help Mother Miranda now! I try to make her proud of me.”

Juniper gave him a small smile, knowing that nothing she said would sway his devotion.

“Heisenberg said you were sick.” Moraue looked up at her, his good eye full of worry.

Feeling her stomach she answered, “I went through a lot recently, but I’m feeling much better now.”

“Mother’s gifts hurt sometimes.” He tried to sooth, “But it’s worth it, she wants us to be strong.”

She tried to nod, her gut turning a bit at the memories.

“You are Heisenberg’s helper?”Moreau tried to change the subject.

Heisenberg’s voice sounded from the other room, “She’s my wife!” He corrected.

Moreau gave a small ‘oh’. Juniper’s cheeks bloomed with a rosy blush.

“I’m trying to teach him some manners.” She whispered mischievously, earning a warbling chuckle from Moreau.

“I heard that!” Heisenberg yelled again making the two snicker harder.

It was a good few hours before Heisenberg was able to get the inside of the machine clean and in working order once more. He had to use his powers with electricity to rewire some parts, replacing one of the tube bulbs and showering it with a plethora of curses for good measure during the whole ordeal.

Juniper kept Moraue occupied and out of Heisenberg’s hair. He had convinced her to look at his collection of finishing lures. Given his simple speech patterns and twisted visage one would think him very dim; but he was surprisingly intelligent and talkative with certain topics. Fishing was one of those topics, Juniper discovered.

The sound of boots tore them from their conversations, Moraue closing the old wooden tackle box to look up.

“Well I got it working again…but damn your slime mess is really fucking it up.” Heisenberg announced, holding his tool bag.

Moreau took Juniper’s hand excitedly, “Would you want to see one of my movies?”

“No, no.” Heisenberg interjected.

“One movie?” Juniper looked at him with big puppy eyes, “Just to make sure it’s working properly.”

The two looked at Heisenberg expectantly. After a long moment Heisenberg pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed, “Jesus fuck…Fine!”

As Moreau excitedly went through his box of films Heisenberg pressed, “Only one.”

“Thank you.” Juniper whispered, hugging Heisenberg softly.

Rolling his eyes, Heisenberg hisses, “I don’t know why you humor him.”

“Because it’s a nice thing to do.” Juniper snapped under her breath, “Don’t be so mean.”

When he didn’t speak she gave a little huff, wandering closer to the crouched Moreau.

The man was sifting carefully though the films, mumbling things to himself.

Juniper made a sound of surprise pointing into the box, “You have ‘The Secret Garden’?”

Moreau nodded, pulling that film free. It was the 1949 version, in black and white.

“I used to love that book.” Juniper spoke excitedly, “Can we watch that one?”

Moreau, just overjoyed to have company, instantly agreed.

Heisenberg leaned against the far wall, watching them set up the television. Moreau apologized profusely for not having proper seating, while Juniper shrugged and sat on the floor.

He smiled as the two became quiet when the movie started, walking quietly up to sit besides Juniper. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer as he settled in.

The movie wasn’t his cup of tea, liking westerns or thrillers more himself, but the quiet was nice. Even if the place was damp and smelled.

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contemplativepancakes · 3 years

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the thorny heart of a wolf

3.5k of it being increasingly obvious that Jaskier has written a romance novel about Geralt while Geralt is increasingly oblivious. read this and my other witcher fics on ao3 here!

Geralt stirs the smoldering logs, brooding as the poker makes ash and ember drift up. His nose twitches at the smokiness of it, but it reminds him of comforting nights spent near the fire with good food and better company. Geralt rarely makes a fire when he’s by himself, but Jaskier insists on complaining about his cold feet all night if Geralt doesn’t keep their campsite warm enough.

Eskel clears his throat obnoxiously, making Geralt look up at him. It’s a rare night in the keep where Vesemir couldn’t think of any additional chores or maintenance that needed done, so they had scurried away before something came to him.

Geralt peers at the book in Eskel’s hand, not recognizing it from the library. It’s a garish purple that’s frankly an affront to Geralt’s eyes. “What are you reading?”

Eskel snaps it shut. “Nothing.”

Geralt quirks an eyebrow. “I’m sure you won’t mind me taking a look at it, then.”

“Geralt, really, I’m just trying to protect you from yourself.”

Geralt holds his hand out, and Eskel reluctantly hands it over. Lambert snickers from his corner, and Geralt levels him with a glare. Even Aiden looks amused, and Geralt’s mood sours at the laugh at his apparent expense. He looks at the cover in surprise. Luminescent yellow eyes peer back at him from a shirtless man with an impressive abdomen. Geralt thumbs through the book, and the word witcher catches his eye. “This is about...us?”

He looks back down at it, eyebrows lifting in surprise as graphic descriptions leap off the page at him. “Is this a romance?” he asks incredulously.

“‘And he prodded the smaller man’s backdoor with his throbbing meat stick, plunging in with a wet squelch,’” Lambert quotes. “Yeah, I think it’s a romance.”

Geralt makes a face and throws the book at Lambert. Aiden catches it right before it hits Lambert square in the nose, and Geralt shakes his head. “Should have let it hit the ass. It’s the least he deserves.”

“Hey, I haven’t even told you the best part yet,” Lambert says. “We’re pretty sure it’s about you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Geralt scoffs, glancing at Eskel with narrowed eyes.

Eskel’s look does not exactly inspire confidence. “You and the main character do have a suspicious amount of shared scars.”

“Coincidence.”

Eskel bites his lip, but he doesn’t say anything else. He’ll let Geralt live in blissful ignorance for now.

Lambert pages through the book, his head laying back on Aiden’s lap. “Did you get a new scar on your ass since last winter?”

The meat of Geralt’s ass where a griffin tore into him twinges. “Fuck off.”

Geralt is two hours out on his journey away from Kaer Mohren when he feels a hard edge digging into him from his pack. He adjusts it, trying to stop whatever it is from poking him, but it’s bulky and it won’t settle right. Geralt digs a hand into his pack, fishing around until he finds it. It’s a—book? Geralt pulls it out and squints at the cover, recognizing it as what Eskel had been reading. No doubt one of his brothers had thought this would be a funny joke. Geralt considers tossing it alongside the road, but as he looks thoughtfully at the cover with two shirtless men clutching at each other, his curiosity wins out. The Thorny Heart of a Wolf, the cover says.

He tucks it back into his satchel.

Later, after the sun has set, and he’s gone as far as he can for the day—certainly not travelling in the vague direction of Oxenfurt to see whose path his own might end up crossing—Geralt pulls out the book. He flips through pages at the beginning, reading that the witcher’s love interest is a viscount. Geralt huffs a laugh under his breath that someone resembling anything close to nobility would willingly follow around a witcher.

Geralt thumbs through it until he reaches the middle, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as his eyes flicker across the page.

The witcher moaned at the sight of his lover stroking himself as he leaned against the tree. Eric’s eyes were black, and the color spread to the veins standing out in stark contrast to his pale face. Julian palmed himself through his trousers as Eric moved closer, his breath hot on Julian’s bared neck, his head tossed back in pleasure.

Eric paused with his hands just shy of Julian’s chest. Julian took the step forward and wrapped his arms around Eric gently. Julian knew just how overstimulated Eric got when his blood was black with toxicity. Eric buried his face in Julian’s neck, scenting him with a deep sniff. Julian wrapped his fingers into Eric’s long gray hair, tugging at the strands a bit and making Eric moan.

Eric nipped his way up Julian’s neck, sucking a bruise onto the soft flesh and staking his claim. Julian felt his member twitch at the thought that people would notice it tomorrow, that they would look between him and his handsome witcher and connect the dots.

Geralt presses the heel of his hand over his crotch and resolutely does not grind down. He casts a furtive glance around him, and seeing nothing creeping from the tree line to rip out his intestines while he’s distracted, he turns his attention back to the book.

Julian caught Eric’s lips in a messy kiss, bringing his fingers up to trace the black veins spider webbing out from his eyes. Eric ducked his head, but Julian brought his hand under Eric’s chin, tilting it back up and gentling their kiss. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and the sentiment echoed into the night and made Eric’s heart twist.

Geralt sets the book down on his lap and stares up at the leaves swaying in the breeze. He sticks his thumb in the book, marking his spot as he flips it over and looks for the author. They can’t have any firsthand experience with witchers if this is the sort of thing they’re writing. He runs his fingers over the embossed letters on the spine. Dandelion Pankratz, it proclaims in shiny gold. Geralt hums to himself in curiosity as he flips back to his page and skips forward a bit, eager to get to the good parts and stop having an existential crisis.

Julian reached behind himself, his fingers slick with a neutral smelling oil. Eric sniffed the air, his senses still extra heightened from his elixirs and shuddered as he drank in the scent of Julian’s and his own arousal mingling. Eric moved forward, catching Julian’s hand and replacing the fingers with his own.

Julian stifled a cry as Eric found his prostate, leaning forward and muffling his gasps into Eric’s shoulder. Julian brought a hand up to wrap around Eric’s cock, engorged and black veined from the elixirs. Julian shuddered at the thought of that monstrous thing inside him, his stomach tingling in anticipation.

The first time he and Eric had done this, Eric had squinted at him doubtfully. “Are you sure it’s going to fit?”

Julian had laughed and showed him exactly how well it filled in all his gaps.

Eric finished stretching him out, and Julian positioned Eric until he was right where he wanted him. Julian sunk down slowly on Eric’s cock, moaning as the prominent veins rubbed against his walls. Eric reached around him to grasp his cock, and he stroked it in time to Julian’s rhythm.

Geralt swallows hard, palming at his cock before pulling it out of his pants. He trails his fingers over the head as he holds the book awkwardly in one hand, continuing to read as he gets himself off.

“Oh, fuck, Eric, you feel so good, darling.”

Eric was never one for eloquent declarations at the best of times, and in the middle of sex was typically the worst of times. Eric grunted, but Julian understood the sentiment.

“I love you, too,” he gasped as he came.

Geralt drops the book with a thud and pulls his hand away from himself. This author must never have met a real life witcher before, if they think that witchers are capable of being loved, that they deserve to be cherished. Geralt stares at his erection, willing it to go down. It doesn’t, and he vehemently does his pants back up anyway, hissing as the fabric presses rough against the sensitive flesh.

Geralt shoves the book to the bottom of his pack like it’s burned him, and as he tries to fall asleep that night, he tosses and turns.

Eskel raps on the door three times before he stands back and waits. He waits for ten seconds, twenty, until a woman opens the door just a smidge and stares out at him from the crack. “Can I help you?”

Eskel is caught off guard at her suspicious squint, so he splutters for a second before regathering his wits. He pulls a book out of his pack, and her eyes widen at the sight. “Where did you get that?” she hisses, beckoning him inside urgently. “The author made it very clear it wasn’t supposed to be seen by any witchers.”

Eskel’s surprised by this. It’s not like people go to great lengths to hide what they think of witchers, and at least this author doesn’t paint them through a lens of disdain. “How exactly were you going to accomplish that?” Eskel asks, in genuine curiosity. Witchers travel all over the continent, and seeking new knowledge isn’t exactly out of the ordinary for them.

The woman tilts her head, considering. “I suppose it was more of a meaningless platitude than anything.”

“Excellent. That means you can tell me who this writer is.”

The woman shakes her head rapidly. “No, no, definitely not.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I don’t know, what if you decide to take revenge on them for what they’ve written?”

Eskel frowns. “Have you read this?” he asks.

The woman blushes and nods.

“So why would I want revenge? Is there some offense hidden between the lines?”

“Well, no,” the woman hedges. “You’re an unpredictable sort, though. There’s no telling what you might do.”

Eskel huffs and rolls his eyes. For being so unpredictable, this woman is sure comfortable insinuating things about him and not giving him what he wants.

“Just tell me who it is, and then I can be on my way.”

“I can’t say,” she says, tilting her chin up.

Eskel sighs. He can tell a lost cause when he sees one. “You know, this isn’t the first romance about witchers I’ve seen,” he says, trying a different tack.

“Maybe so, but the rest are all knock offs,” she informs him smugly. “They don’t even have experience with real witchers. This one’s the best there is out there. There’s even going to be a sequel.”

Eskel hums thoughtfully. “I imagine there’s been an uptick in interest after that accursed song.”

“That’s right!” the woman says, before clamming up and refusing to say anything else.

The wheels turn in Eskel’s head.

Geralt looks through the smoke wafting up from the campfire over to Jaskier, who’s furiously scribbling something in his notebook. They’ve just been on the road for the past four days, so Geralt’s not sure what he could be writing about with such fervor. It’s not like there’s been much inspiration.

Jaskier’s quill continues to fly across the page, so Geralt pulls out his own book. It’s too dark for Jaskier to be able to see the cover, he reasons. He props his legs up on a log and opens it up to where he left off.

“Julian, wait!” Eric cried. “Come with me.”

Julian looked up in surprise. “Really?”

“It… it gets lonely, being without you all winter long.”

Julian wound his arms around Eric. “You’re not the only one.”

Eric looked inordinately pleased at the statement, and he slotted their mouths together delicately.

Julian kissed him for a moment before pulling back. “I’m not going to break, you know.”

“I know,” Eric murmured, but he kept the same slow pace.

There’s a sudden flurry of movement that draws Geralt’s attention away from the page. “Geralt! What in the world are you reading?”

“A bestiary?” Geralt tries.

Jaskier is practically in his lap before Geralt can think about it too much, swiping the book right out of Geralt’s hands. “Where did you get this?” Jaskier asks.

“Eskel gave it to me.”

Jaskier rolls his eyes. “And where did Eskel get it?”

“I think Lambert.”

“Did every single witcher read this?” Jaskier shrills.

Geralt shrugs. “I don’t think Vesemir did?”

Jaskier presses the book to his chest. “Are you liking it?” he asks, eyeing Geralt closely.

“It’s not bad,” Geralt says gruffly. “But it’s not very realistic.”

“I hate to break this to you, but realism in sex scenes are not exactly a romance writer’s chief concern.”

Geralt rolls his eyes. “Not that. I just—no human could think about a witcher like that.”

Jaskier looks like he has something he wants to say, but he bites his tongue, settling on giving Geralt a disbelieving look out of the corner of his eye.

Geralt turns his attention back to feeding the fire. “So, what did you do all winter?”

Jaskier huffs. “Believe it or not, I do have a life when you’re not around, you know.”

Geralt knows. Gods, does he know. There’s a whole life that Jaskier has that Geralt isn’t a part of, not at all. He wonders how many of Jaskier’s friends approve of them travelling together. Most likely none of them, if Geralt is being honest with himself. And why would they? Geralt wouldn’t be happy if he found out Eskel had decided to travel with some dangerous monster.

“I know.”

Jaskier hums thoughtfully. “Well, I had this whirlwind affair. It kept me quite busy all winter, I’m afraid. Not very much time for much else. I’ll spare you the details.”

Geralt grunts.

Eskel leans back in his chair and looks at Yennefer suspiciously. “So it’s not you?”

Yennefer slants an amused smile his way. “Definitely not. I am rather enjoying it, though,” she says, drawing Eskel’s attention to her table, where she’s tapping her fingers on a copy of the book. “Who knew witchers could be so in touch with their emotions?”

Eskel snorts. “Can I see it?” Lambert had taken his copy, telling Eskel he had snuck his own into Geralt’s things. Eskel had laughed at the thought enough that he had handed his over.

Yennefer hands it over and Eskel thumbs through the pages, humming softly. He had skimmed through it before, but this time he’s looking for anything that might give him hints of the author.

Eskel lands on the main character’s name. Eric. The name niggles at the back of Eskel’s mind, and he racks his brains to remember the significance. It hits him then, and the image of a young Geralt sitting on the bed across from him and grinning comes to mind. Geralt had barely been able to get the words out because he had been so full of self satisfaction. “Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde,” he had finally said, adopting a solemn tone before dissolving into laughter again.

Geralt had been poking fun of the ridiculously long names of the nobles, wanting to adopt one for himself. Vesemir had given him a sharp no, so the idea was shelved, and just Geralt took its place.

Eskel is more convinced than ever that whoever wrote this knows Geralt well, and at this point, it’s so obvious that the story is about Geralt, it’s laughable.

Eskel thinks he has a pretty clear idea of who it must be.

Geralt knows who wrote the book. The thought has been bothering him for weeks, and even though a few nights ago, Jaskier had tripped while he was carrying the book and dropped it straight into the fire, Geralt hasn’t stopped thinking about it.

He’s decided that the book is mostly accurate to witchers, so the author must have some experience with them—but only a little. There’s no way anyone would write about witchers the way that author does if they truly knew them, knew someone like Geralt. The book talks as if Eric is deserving of love, and while that’s a nice sentiment, witchers are just meant to kill monsters. They walk the Path alone.

On top of that, it’s someone who’s seen the wicked looking scar on his ass, and that narrows down the list quite considerably. The griffin had torn into him last spring, and Geralt doesn’t typically seek out people to sleep with while Jaskier is with him.

In fact, the last time he had been with someone was on his way out of Oxenfurt when he had dropped Jaskier off last winter, when he had run into a rather charming bard who he certainly had not slept with solely because he reminded him of someone else.

The writer has to be Valdo Marx.

Geralt turns to Jaskier, who is predictably scribbling in his notebook. Geralt supposes he must be composing another song; he’s had to have come up with at least in a dozen this year so far with as much writing as he does.

Geralt nudges Jaskier’s foot with his, and Jaskier looks up after a few more seconds of rushed writing. “What?”

“I know who wrote that book.”

Jaskier’s face twists into something Geralt can’t place.

“What book?”

Geralt huffs in exasperation; it’s as if Jaskier is being obstinate on purpose. “You don’t remember the book you pitched into the fire? I still had one more chapter to go,” he complains.

Jaskier scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, that book? Who?”

“Valdo Marx, have you heard of him? He’s another bard, not that I expect all of you to be acquainted with each other, of course,” Geralt rambles until Jaskier cuts him off.

“You—you think—Valdo Marx wrote that?”

There’s a sour distressed smell wafting off of Jaskier, and Geralt frowns. “Do you know him?”

“Know him?” Jaskier laughs. “Yes. And I can't believe you think he wrote that."

“Well, I do.”

Jaskier rubs a hand over his face. “And what do you plan on doing with this new found knowledge?”

“I have to...talk to him, I think.”

“Oh?”

Yes, Geralt has to talk to him, has to know if what he wrote is what he truly thinks of witchers. Geralt’s not used to people assuming he’s anything but a monster.

He wants to get used to it.

It’s not a long journey to Oxenfurt from where they are, but it’s compounded by the three contracts Geralt picks up along the way. Jaskier is generally huffy at Geralt, and Geralt’s asked him what’s wrong on three separate occasions, but Jaskier just says, “Nothing,” with a dramatic sigh and walks away mumbling to himself.

Geralt has no idea what his problem is.

Jaskier gets more and more worked up the closer they get, a fruit senescence smell drifting off of him that has Geralt wrinkling his nose at the sickly sweetness of it all. Geralt even makes sure they make it to an inn to sleep one night so Jaskier can perform and hopefully improve his mood, but he just sulks in their room all night.

Jaskier usually has no problem curling up next to Geralt and trying to leech all the warmth out of him that he can, putting his ice cold feet on Geralt’s under the blanket, but that night, there’s an ocean dividing them, and Geralt doesn’t know how to get across.

It’s a long night, one in which Geralt manages to get very little sleep because of Jaskier’s tossing and turning next to him. Geralt doesn’t even have the heart to growl at him to stay still because it’s obvious he’s upset about something or other.

“Is this about your romance this winter?” Geralt finally asks.

Jaskier doesn’t answer for a long while.

“You could say that.”

Eventually, Geralt finds himself in front of Valdo’s house. It looks vaguely familiar, as it should, when the last and only time Geralt had been here was almost a year ago.

Geralt raises his hand and knocks, and then Jaskier’s warm hand is on his wrist.

“Geralt, wait.”

Geralt turns to him with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“Geralt, it’s me.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s me! I wrote the books!”

Geralt’s head spins. The answer has not been sitting in front of his face this entire time. He’s not that oblivious. Hell, his whole damn job depends on him not being oblivious. “My ass,” he says weakly.

Jaskier takes a step back. “What?”

“The scar. How would you know?”

Jaskier throws his hands up in exasperation. “You’re not exactly modest, Geralt. Excuse me if I couldn’t exactly keep my eyes to myself. You know, you were rather vague about why you thought the writer was Valdo fucking Marx of all people. Want to expound? On how he’s seen your ass?”

Geralt grins weakly. “I don’t think we need to get into that.”

Jaskier grumbles to himself. He looks Geralt in the eye before seeming to make a decision, and before Geralt knows what’s happening, he’s being tugged into a very heated kiss.

The door swings open, and Jaskier pulls back just long enough to sneer in its direction.

He slams the door shut. “Fuck off, Valdo.”

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #geralt is a himbo #fanfiction #contemplative writing #romance writer!jaskier #that really needs to be a tag because i need more of it so i am going to manifest it

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cno-inbminor · 4 years

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a/n: yeah, i don’t know what this is. definite drabble dump! also unedited, so sorry. hope all of you are healthy and safe! please wear your masks when going out and sanitize frequently!

pairing: heir!iwaizumi x reader

wc: ~1.8k

“Please, you have to hear me out—”

“I don’t have to do anything for you. Fuck, I don’t even know your real name!”

Hajime knew he was signing up for trouble the moment you gave him your name and placed his drink of choice in front of him. Seven months ago, he sought refuge at a hole-in-the-wall bar, one hidden in the shadows and away from the skyscrapers he was learning to detest. Your back had been turned towards him as he politely for a glass of whiskey, neat, but even the world of accomplished, beautiful heiresses couldn’t prepare him for the sight that was you. Hajime immediately believed that you weren’t supposed to be behind the polished wooden counter and underneath some poor lighting, that the uniform you donned was simply nothing more than a costume you were itching to get out of.

And idiotic, foolish him, stumbled and stuttered when you asked for a name to be put on the tab, and before he could stop from plunging into a world of inevitable pain, he replied, “Haru.”

So gripped by the fear of knowing that this bar was the last place he was supposed to be, so initially distrusting of your ability to keep secrets under wrap (an unspoken duty of bartenders), he lied through his teeth. And every Wednesday and Friday nights for the weeks following like clockwork, he would leave behind his custom Balenciaga suit jacket, replace it with a cheaper, itchier blazer stored in the closet of his office, take the train, and walk two and a half blocks to get to the alleyway where his asylum existed. He allowed you to subject him to any of your new concoctions, and whenever you let him stay as you closed up the bar (though mainly at his insistence because he always ended up being the last customer and wanted to make sure you could get to the station safely), it further emboldened his belief that he wanted nothing more than to be there by your side.

The guilt clawed through his chest day after day – it didn’t take half a brain to know that asking you out would be a bad idea in the long run, but he convinced himself that he would come clean with you some day. He was going to get out of this arranged marriage smoothly, deal with any damages that would ensue, and then unveil everything about his background in hopes that you would undoubtedly accept him and everything would be just fine.

But of course, karma would have it that he pays for his sins. He became too comfortable with the sneaking and the hiding, the lies about his job and role in the business world naturally spilling off his tongue. His world came crashing down when he least expected it – he had been waiting for you at your apartment in a t-shirt and sweatpants, answering work emails on his cellphone and ignoring some of Tooru’s nonsensical texts. Naturally, he perked up when he heard your key turn the bolt, already standing from the couch to greet you at the door and maybe help you with your things. Hajime was unaware of your rigid silence as you accepted his kiss on your cheek, letting him take the bags of groceries from your arms and bring them to the kitchen. It’s not until he sees the tabloid magazine haphazardly stashed next to the leeks and freezes at the two faces on the cover, two extremely, unsettling familiar faces.

In that moment, he could hear nothing but the dreadful pounding of his heart. He could feel your presence leaning against the sink and boring holes into his back, pleading, beseeching for some sort of explanation.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he trips over himself, finding the courage to turn around and face you. But what breaks him more than anything is how disappointed you look – he could take anger and tears right now, but the look of on your face that shows he has ultimately failed you crushes him.

“So what is it then?” You ask calmly, but the bitterness is scathing. “Because to me, it looks like the announcement of a marriage between two people who just so happen to be heirs to a couple of the largest companies in Japan.”

Hajime would like nothing more than the earth to open and swallow him whole, just so he has some time to gather up his excuses and do anything to keep you with him. It’s disgustingly selfish, but he can’t lose you. He just can’t.

“I don’t want it,” he says and reaches out tentatively, taking a single step until he’s right in front of you and lightly grasping your waist. You look over his shoulder defiantly, avoiding his gaze every time he tries to obstruct your vision. “I don’t want her, I just want you,” he spills.

“I always felt like something was off,” you quietly digress. “There were a couple of things that didn’t seem to line up, but I didn’t question it. I didn’t want to pry – I wanted you to open up whenever you felt comfortable. But I never imagined it to be something like this.”

“Please, you have to hear me out—”

“I don’t have to do anything for you. Fuck, I don’t even know your real name!”

It’s disturbing to know that the man you’ve been to bed with, the man that’s cooked for you on multiple occasions, the man that plagues your dreams from time to time in the last five months, goes by a different name. Takahiro Haru might have been just the average, run-of-the-mill, one of many financial analysts working over at Sony, and he was yours. But Iwaizumi Hajime, heir to one of the largest business corporations in Japan and an extremely eligible bachelor, could never be that.

“I’ll tell you everything,” he gulps, eyes frantic and searching for anything in your face and posture that says you’ll stay. “No more lies, but I’m doing my best to get out of this. For you, us. And—”

“I’m not the solution to getting out of your responsibilities, Haru. I know it’s 2020, but we’ve only been seeing each other for five months – your parents would be furious if they knew I was in the picture. Plus, she’s much more accomplished and beautiful, donates a ton of money to all the right causes and charities, why – why wouldn’t you want to marry her?”

Hajime moves to cradle your cheek, silently beckoning for you to lean into his palm. His thumb softly strokes your skin and you hate how comforting it is. You hate how easy it could be to just take his hand and jump into the deep end without a second though – that’s the control he has over you, and it’s incredibly frustrating.

“I don’t love her. Heir or not, I should be with someone I love, no?”

“But—”

“I love you,” and the way he says it like it’s the first time sends your heart to the clouds. “Nothing’s going to change that,” he tries to promise, using his free hand to lift one of yours to his lips and kissing the knuckles. And you want to believe him – you want to believe him so bad but it’s impossible. There are too many extraneous factors; going through with all this would thrust you into a world that you were completely unprepared for. Your life would be unceremoniously uprooted and haphazardly buried into a new garden.

Was it all worth it to be by this man’s side?

“I need time,” you whisper, moving away from Hajime’s hold on you. “I need time and space to think about this, but I can’t have you here to influence my decision.”

“…how long will that take?”

“As long as I need,” you firmly reply. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you struggle to say the next sentence. “In the meantime…I need my spare key back.”

Even though Hajime already feels like he’s drowning in a pool of lava, the unmistakable chill of dread that runs through his veins is excruciating. Having your spare key meant unbridled access to you, only needing to give you a quick text whenever he was going to visit. But with this permission revoked, he wouldn’t be free to see you whenever he likes. He wouldn’t be able to escape into your calming embrace at the end of a long day and would have no other option but to return to his lonely, downtown penthouse. The realization is suffocating, like smoke entering his lungs and stealing away all his oxygen. He needs you so bad – this can’t be the end.

“No,” Hajime shakes his head stubbornly, making wide strides out of the kitchen and into your living room.

“Haru—”

“I’ll give you all the space for as long as you need, but don’t make me give you back the spare key—”

“Iwaizumi!” You cry out, teeth gnawing your bottom lip afterwards. He loathes the fact that the first time you call him by his real name is in the midst of the biggest storm he’s ever encountered – it’s full of raw pain and frustration, a complete antithesis to the loving tone you usually have when referring to him by his other name. It’s a whirlwind that only one can run from, and he knows it has to be him. After all, this was his monstrous creation.

Hajime does his best to the keep the trembling of his hands to a minimum as they fish out his keychain and start unwinding the most significant piece of metal on there. The closer it gets to the other end of the ring, the more he struggles to not toss it away and fight for himself. But he places the key in your awaiting palm and watches with a breaking heart as your fingers close around it, your nails digging into your own flesh.

“You need to leave,” you struggle to order.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”

“I know.”

You don’t stop him when he moves forward to give you one of the sweetest kisses you’ve ever experienced, relishing in these last moments of intimacy. Both of you itch for more, but now is not the time. You walk him to the door, heart sinking as he slides on his polished shoes. He gives you another once over and drinks in all the details he can, branding your image in his brain for the next possible agonizing weeks.

“I love you, (y/n),” he quietly declares for the nth time.

And he desperately clings onto the little hope that he has when you reply, “I love you too…Hajime.”

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi angst #hajime #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #hq angst #haikyuu scenarios #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu x you

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jaskiersbow · 3 years

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Eskel getting taken down by a tentacle monster and ahem, being made into a very sticky and worn out Witcher who might not be able to walk or talk very well for the next few days. 😉

So I talked to the original requester, and they wanted Letho but I wasn’t sure about writing him. But I tried anyway! So have some Letho/Tentacle monster smut under the cut.

Explicit. Warnings: tentacles, monsterfucking, non con

Letho left his horse in town, because the bay where the supposed monster was attacking people was a short walk from town. He doesn't entirely buy that there actually is a problem, because the monster apparently attacked two young maidens who told their fathers that they were inappropriately assaulted. It almost sounds like unmarried women appeasing their parents by coming up with a reason why their husband shouldn't expect a virgin in their wedding bed. But, coin is coin, and people are willing to pay for him to investigate.

The beach is clear, and there's no sign of anything moving in the water. Letho looks around, but there are no tracks in the sand, and there's no strange scents in the air. He figures he should at least check the water before telling the townspeople they're confused, so he tugs off his boots and wades in.

There's nothing along the shore, but as he walks along the beach, he stumbles upon a little cove. The water is clear, and there's nothing monstrous looking, just a few fish and a bunch of coral and seaweed. There's a crystal clear view down to the bottom, and it's not even worth the killer whale he downed on the way to the beach. The water looks to be about twice his height deep, so he can easily swim down to investigate.

There's no point in getting his armor soaked for this, so he climbs up on one of the large rocks surrounding the cove. After studying the water for a moment, he decides a dagger should be enough protection since there isn't actually anything in there. He unstraps all his gear and then strips down to his smalls. Dagger in hand, he slips back into the water and dives under.

The water is nice and cool, and the visibility is amazing. Letho swims down, scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing calls to him, and he's about to write this off as daughters lying to their fathers, but then something catches his eye. There is a large clump of some odd looking seaweed tucked along the rocks to one side. He swims closer and can see that it's not seaweed at all, but he's not sure exactly what it is either.

Whatever it is doesn't seem sentient. It's a mass of what look like octopus tentacles, just kind of clumped together in a bush? A weird plant to be sure, but it doesn't seem like the kind of monster the village sent him here for. He reaches out with his dagger to poke the plant and suddenly a thick tentacle wraps around his wrist. He's shocked but holds on to the dagger and tries to swipe at the thing, but another tentacle comes up and slaps the weapon from his hand.

All of a sudden, it's like the plant grew five times in size. Though he's seriously starting to believe it's not actually a plant. His bestiary doesn't have anything in it like this shit, because he for sure would have remembered it. He tries to fight his way to the surface, but this thing is strong. Letho wedges his fingers under the tentacle wrapped around his wrist, but even with all the strength he has, it's not coming loose.

He's so focused on the one around his wrist, that he almost misses the tentacle climbing up his thigh. It wraps around his thick thigh, not letting go even as he swats at it. Quickly deciding that it's way more important to get to the surface before his potion wears off than to get free, he starts swimming upwards. It's almost as if the creature knows Letho needs air, because it moves with him, letting him make his way past the water's surface and take a deep breath.

Once his head is above water, Letho is able to shake the water out of his eyes and look closer. The thing he thought was a plant is most definitely not. The tentacles holding him are lined with tiny suckers, and they're stuck to him pretty good right now. He tugs at the one wrapped around his wrist one last time, but nothing moves. His sword sits abandoned on the rock across the cove, doing him no good right now.

In a last ditch effort, he starts thrashing around, but all that gets him is water in his face and the tentacles tighten around his limbs. More start creeping up his legs, spreading them wider. Letho pales, wondering if there was more to the woman's story than he anticipated. Growling, he does his best to glare at the creature, but he can't find a head or face to look at, just a growing mass of tentacles that are quickly overtaking him.

The beach and little cove are empty, so there's no point in shouting, but he does anyway. It's not everyday an angry bundle of tentacles gets the best of you, and Letho is fucking pissed. Even though it doesn't do much, it makes him feel a little better. That is until a thin tentacle creeps up his throat and pushes past his open lips.

Letho tries to spit it out, but the tentacle pushes deeper, almost touching the back of his throat. He breathes through his nose and tries to figure a way out of this. Then the damn thing starts flooding his mouth with something sweet and sugary. There's no way to avoid swallowing it, and it feels warm on the way down.

All of a sudden he's burning up, his skin too hot and tight. He feels his prick harden in his smalls and growls down at it. Of course the damn thing has aphrodisiac slime. This is just getting better and better. He's held still at this point, unable to move anything as the creature has its way with him. At least he's covered.

He spoke too soon, because the next two tentacles slide under his smalls and rip them to shreds. He should be fighting more, but whatever is trickling down his throat has him too messed up to make much of a racket. It's like his body is just going along with it, his cock fully hard even in the cold water, and he's burning up and aching to feel more.

Somehow it spreads his legs wider, and he can feel the strain in his thighs. Then there's a teasing press at his hole, the thin tip of a smaller tentacle rubbing against him. It feels slick, and he realizes the creature must have more of whatever if pouring down his throat right now. He knows he should fight more, but it feels so fucking good at his entrance and he can't help moaning around the tentacle in his mouth.

The tentacle shoves inside of him, eased by its slick. It's thicker than two fingers, but he opens easily for it, and he wonders what the fuck he's drinking right now. Letho's a big man, but his body is so lethargic and docile right now. All he can do is float there and let the creature stretch him open.

His cock is throbbing, and he wishes he could get a hand on it. If he's going to be fucked, he should at least get off. Thankfully the beast must read minds, because a tiny tentacle slinks up his thigh and curls around the base of his cock. It starts twisting as it moves from base to tip, pulling him off quickly.

He's so hard, so close to coming, and he lets out another moan as he struggles to choke down more of the sweet substance flowing into his mouth. The one pushing into his ass retreats, and he thinks there's going to be a break, but another - much thicker - one lines up and presses at his rim, taunting him before it slowly slides inside of him. His scream is muffled by the tentacle in his mouth, but his eyes water at the thick stretch in his hole.

The burn quickly turns into pleasure as he's fucked harder than he has been in ages. It's so thick and he's full to the brim, he bets if he looked down he would see it pushing his belly out. Only he can't move right now, can barely think as the tentacles work him over. He feels his orgasm building at the base of his spine, and he knows it won't last long. Only then the small tentacle jerking him off moves higher and presses inside the tip of his cock. He screams as it shoves inside of him, effectively cutting him off. There's no way he can come like this.

Letho starts going fuzzy, his mind not able to keep up with everything that's happening. He can feel the sucker-covered tentacles winding around him, curling around his thighs and arms and circling his chest. He writhes the best he can when they slide over his nipples, brushing him and coating his chest with more slick. He's used to being in charge, used to using his size and training to take over a situation, but he simply can't do that here.

The tentacle in his ass starts throbbing, and he's so full he aches with it. It feels like something is building up, like the creature is getting close to whatever the goal here is, but Letho is too strung out to focus on anything but the stretch and the slide of the tentacles across his skin. The one in his mouth slides out suddenly, and he screams, throat raw.

It takes way too long to realize that he's crying, sobbing silently as the creature has its way with him. The tiny tentacle inside his prick withdraws slowly, tugging at him from the inside as it moves. It curls around him again, pumps him once, twice, and then he's shooting off, coming so hard his vision goes white.

As his ass clenches, he can feel the creature filling him with something, his body expanding even more to take in the thick liquid. In the back of his mind, he knows it's seed, that he's being pumped full of the beast's spend, but he's too wrecked to make much sense of it.

All at once, the tentacles start to leave. He goes from being full to empty and gaping. It's nice enough to lift him onto the rocks at the side of the cove, setting him down next to his gear. He watches with heavy eyes as a tentacle comes up and gently strokes his cheek. His last thought before passing out is "fuck."

#jb fic #jp tentacle #jb monsterfucking #jb sounding #jb non con

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novantinuum · 5 years

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On the corrupted!Steven theory...

So, originally when I mused on this yesterday I was just playing around with random possibilities.

After combing the series for info about corruption, though, I’m mildly spooked at the increased potential for this to... perhaps be a thing? I’m not saying that this is what I for sure believe will happen- to be honest, I’m not even sure Crewniverse would go this direction at all- but just for funsies, let’s see what kind of “evidence” or “foreshadowing” exists that might support this potential story path in the context of canon.

(EDIT: 10/7/19

I honestly no longer think this creature is a worm at all whatsoever, it’s either more akin to a horned caterpillar or potentially has limbs. Either way we can see so little right now that it’s hard to tell. I’m not editing the rest of this post because I want it to exist in its original form- but do keep this in mind reading the rest! XP)

1) The design of this worm creature.

Let’s start simple. Let’s start tangible.

For future reference and simplicity, I will be henceforth be referring to this creature as... “Wormy Boi.”

So, let’s see what we’ve got here. I’m definitely not the first person to point out this fella’s pink nature, and the jarringly human-like nose they’ve got. (Compared to other corruptions, which have had distinctly non-humanoid features.) In the photo above, we also have Wormy Boi sporting glowing pink eyes, which then send out a flare of pink light/energy. So, seemingly a powerful entity.

If you watch the short segment before they sit upright, you’ll see that Wormy Boi is super, super big. They’re in the background, but BOY do they loom. The shadows cast upon them especially push that sense of size. They’ve also got a whole bunch of spikes on their back and framing their face.

So, then. What evidence could be made for this being a corrupted!Steven, as opposed to some other run-of-the-mill monster?

Steven Universe Future is a limited series, described as ‘tying up loose ends.” To me, as a viewer, it would make far more sense for the antagonists/conflicts to deal with big concepts that have already been established since there’s such a limited amount of time we have left with this world. Introducing a completely alien species in the last act of the show would feel offbeat from both a writing and a viewing perspective. Corruption- on the other hand- is something we don’t have full answers to yet.

We don’t see any gem, yes- but Steven’s gem is- of course- on his belly. If this theory were to be true, that would translate to the gem being on Wormy Boi’s underside, far out of our sight in this shot, due to how massive they are. As an addition to this, not showing the gem gives an air of mystery to this creature’s true nature- which makes it seem like there’s something surprising to discover here.

A corrupted diamond would surely be MASSIVE. Also, very powerful. The beam of pink light hints at Wormy Boi being quite a powerhouse.

The spikes on Wormy Boi’s back and around their face highly resemble rose thorns. We all know how much the Crewniverse loves their rose symbolism, and design wise, this aspect would make a lot of visual sense for a corrupted Steven. Running off of that:

The face/nose shape and the five horns on this creature’s head give off a very Steven-like silhouette.

The nose, of course. The face has a very Steven-like shape to it, overall- although noticeably more angular and sharp. The mouth is reminiscent of the Watermelon Stevens’ mouths. And as for the horns, there’s five of them positioned equidistant around their face, just as Steven’s hair is always formed from five lil’ bumps at the same positions.

Okay, moving on.

(Read more under the cut!)

2) We do not yet understand the true nature of corruption.

“I guess it’ll take more than a kiss to heal damage from the Diamonds…” -Pearl, Monster Reunion

Corruption is still- bafflingly- a huge mystery. The Gems we’ve watched the CGs bubble since season one have been healed, yes, but there are still many gaps in our understanding of it. With Steven Universe Future’s promise to address some lingering story threads, it would make sense if corruption was on the plate for further discussion. So, what DO we know?

We know it’s something the Diamonds can do. Interestingly, it doesn’t seem to require all four diamonds. Three of them together were able to cause all the damage to Earth. There’s also no statement made that more than one Diamond is required to cause effects like that.

In Legs From Here to Homeworld, Blue and Yellow Diamond weren’t actually aware the corruption was something they were capable of producing. They seemed to assume they obliterated the Gems on Earth. Corruption is then, even a mystery to them. That’s... odd, isn’t it?

Pearl states that it’s “something nearly impossible to describe.” Garnet goes further to say... “It’s sorta like... if MC Bear-Bear didn’t tear the fabric of his arm, but the fabric of his mind.”

"A sound… A song?” There’s a lot of association between corruption and music.

It causes Gems to lose touch with their usual forms, instead warping into a more outwardly "monstrous” version of themselves that appear to be “just a bundle of fight-or-flight reflexes and survival instincts.” As seen by Centipeetle in Monster Buddy and Monster Reunion, it appears as if corrupted Gems try to regenerate with their original forms if unbubbled, but are simply not in a state where they can maintain that.

As seen with Jasper in Earthlings, extreme emotional distress very much seems to speed up corruption’s effects. This is less of a stated fact and more of my read on that episode, but I believe it to be an important tidbit, especially since Garnet states that corruption’s damage is mental rather than physical, at least at its core. This can also be seen in Monster Reunion with how Centipeetle’s partial healing backfires when she remembers the trauma of being corrupted and reacts strongly.

Now, when it comes to healing corruption, Steven tries to heal Centipeetle himself, and does make some nice progress... helping her regain a hold on herself as he treats her with love and compassion and understanding... but it’s ultimately not a healing that can occur in isolation, helping her on his own. She needs more support before she can heal from this corruption to a state where she can truly be herself again.

And that eventually comes in the form of the other Diamonds. So, all four diamonds can help relieve the corruption if they help these Gems all together.

3) How could this theory potentially fit into the story anyways, you nutter?

Well, here’s the part of this post where I make some broad conjectures. I honestly am shooting fish into a barrel here because again- we know barely anything about how corruption actually happened initially, and my thoughts are very jumbled. Please forgive me.

"I don’t really know how the corruption works. It’s like they’re sick. They don’t remember who they used to be.” -Steven, Gem Hunt

So, corruption seems to be a mental ailment of Gemkind, turned manifest. It also seems to have a deep connection to a Gem’s emotions, with Centipeetle growing smaller and slightly calmer upon feeling more secure in Steven’s presence, and corruption speeding up as Jasper grew more and more emotionally overwrought and self-deriding about herself.

When it comes to the Diamonds and how they perhaps caused it originally- without fully realizing- we know that at least Blue and White have abilities focused on causing others to act in certain ways. Blue has sway over one’s emotions, and White has a knack for forcing her thoughts and self upon others. (I’m not sure how Yellow’s ability would play in here.) Mayhaps, mixed with their grief and guilt and anger, their power simply pressed all of that hurt emotion onto all the Gems on Earth in one whole fail swoop...? Tearing their minds in the process of it all?

The question I still have, though- is whether a single diamond could produce effects like this. And whether a diamond could turn that ability on themself.

Could Steven accidentally corrupt himself? Why might that happen?

Well, let’s look at our boy here.

He’s got a wide circle of support at this time in canon, but notably, he’s notorious for bottling up his emotion and not letting others in to help him- instead dropping everything to help them with their problems. Just to name a few examples (a few):

The Test. He feels betrayed and hurt at the Gems for a moment about the way they’re babying him with the rigged test, but instead of admitting the hurt he feels about the scenario, bottles that up to help them feel more like good guardians.

Joy Ride. He opens up to the Cool Kids about deep, incredibly troubling stuff that’s long been on his mind, but he’s never once talked about it with his family.

Mindful Education. The perils of bottling one’s emotions is literally the whole plot of the episode. The kid has a full out sobbing breakdown while he’s plunging to his death. Connie gets through to him a little here, but later episodes show that the resolution we see here is merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Steven’s internal issues.

Storm in the Room. Externally, Steven tries so hard to put on a guise of content and positivity, but once alone in Rose’s room feels safe enough to let the full brunt of his emotional trauma come out in an almost explosive manner. Geeze, get this kid some hugs.

Gemcation. Steven actually fails bitterly on putting on his customary smile in this episode, simply because the weight of his problems have become such an impossible burden to him. When the other Gems are trying to help him open up, he isn’t immediately responsive to their efforts.

What’s Your Problem? Amethyst spends the whole episode trying to cheer Steven up and find out how he’s doing, and instead Steven downplays his own feelings on the matter and ends up helping her sort out her own emotional issues.

So to sum: Many an Emotional Issue, a chronic tendency to avoid outwardly addressing said issues in favor of helping everyone else instead... and to avoid accepting other people’s help.

Even if he’s surrounded by all these people who love him, the fact of the matter is that Steven still feels as if he has to face his own inner demons alone.

Now, let’s look at the lil’ teasing synopsis that was given for Steven Universe Future:

“After saving the universe, Steven is still at it, tying up every loose end. But as he runs out of other people’s problems to solve, he’ll finally have to face his own.”

Blatantly sounds like we’re gonna finally get some addressing of Steven’s emotional state, now doesn’t it?

4) A concept on what could, theoretically happen

“Maybe… it IS a guy in a monster costume. I don’t mean literally, silly! What I mean is... there might be a conscious Gem still inside there, somewhere. What if the monster is turning back and forth into its original form? If it is, it might not be as corrupted as we think! There might still be a chance to save it!” -Steven, Gem Hunt

Suppose Steven- by some as-of-yet unknown means- ends up accidentally corrupting himself. His sorry emotional state only further amplifies the effects of this corruption, and makes it really hard to retain control. Wormy Boi as a form could be like... all his inner demons made manifest, a metaphoric mirror into his current mental state. But- as he is half-human- he’s not entirely unaware of what’s happening. Perhaps... as the quote above could be sneaky foreshadowing for... how he’s turning back and forth between this corrupted form and his normal form.

He likely wouldn’t want everyone to see him like this, doesn’t want everyone to visibly know the sheer depth of how much he’s hurting. But just like the corrupted Gems were only able to be helped in community, with the support of the CGs and the Diamonds in preparing the fountain, Steven can’t fix this on his own.

He can no longer face the dark alone.

At some point, everyone has to take a brave step. Reach out. Accept help.

Steven’s helped so many people, and surely he deserves that same love and care in return, too.

And perhaps, when he’s eventually healed from this- and has gotten the opportunity to be open with his family and friends about the hurt he’s facing- he’ll be left with “corruption scars” as well. I think it’s an important thing to address, that no one goes through experiences like these without lingering effects. Stuff stays with you. Healing is not always linear. But life is a continuous journey, and with the support of people who love you surrounding, you too can make a change... can continue to live to the fullest at every moment possible.

I think the above would be a lovely moral for Steven Universe to tackle in its last run of episodes, no matter how they approach it- daft corruption theory or not.

Now, in the end- a reiteration. This is just a wild theory. I’m not trying to be any authoritative voice saying that this is for sure what will happen, because in reality I have no idea what Crewniverse is cooking. However, I do think it’s fun speculation, and I am kinda spooked at how well things fit.

Whatever happens, I’m sure it will make me weep like a baby, though. Hoh boy. Grant me sanity in these coming months as we wait for answers.

#su #steven universe #su future #steven universe future #su theory #corrupted steven theory #my post stuff #long post #the mighty 500 #1K #2K #3K #4K #5K

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Please Don’t Let Me Drown

CW: Drowning, some dehumanization, references to drugging and torture

BAHRAM’S NOTES

December 11th, 20XX 4:45 am Mer in Residence: 58 Days

خدا را شکر که من نمرده ام

I should be. I should be dead.

I mean, I’m probably not out of the woods? I need to see a doctor, this cough still sounds nasty and my chest feels… awful, sort of rattle-y. Heavy, when I take in breaths, but air feels so good I can’t stop trying to breathe deep anyway.

The mer is watching me from inside his tank, in-between eating.

I’m stretched out on the couch in basically just my underpants with a bunch of blankets and Miah and I both pretending I am more clothed than I am, not that you can see anything with the four blankets Miah has put on me. I keep telling her the water wasn’t that cold, but she can’t stop herself, I think.

She feels guilty that she had her back to me. It’s not her fault, not like she could have heard a damn thing even if she was just looking down at a book, and I told her, I said, there wasn’t much splashing to see, people don’t drown like they do on TV, but I don’t think she felt better about that at all.

Instead, she got back on the computer.

We called Dr. L and Anders. In about an hour or two, I’m going to ‘accidentally’ get pulled in by a riptide down at the beach during an early morning swim, then head to the ER. We’re going to drive me down there, I’ll show up wet with beachwater and with sand caked to me. It’ll be a good enough explanation, and my chest still hurts, I still feel like there’s water in my lungs.

Dr. L won’t let me go to the ER unless we make up a fake story about what happened, because telling a bunch of nurses and doctors the mer pulled me into the tank and the mer saved me and by the way, the mer is bloody fucking illegal and we’ll all go to prison now, apparently isn’t her idea of a great way to spend a Thursday.

I don’t like to think I’m stupid, but I guess… I mean, I understand NDAs and corporate secrets and all that nonsense. I didn’t realize just how many laws we’re breaking here, but I’m in it up to my neck, now, aren’t I?

Dr. L says so.

Honestly, I should quit this stupid job, but what happens to the mer if I do that? Miah can help out, but…

You’re justifying, Bahram. You started typing this to try and write down what happened tonight, so stop it. Stop justifying and think it through. You’re writing this so you can have some kind of note on the other thing.

Miah keeps coming over to check on me while I type this on my phone, and I keep telling her I’m texting Maman and Baba, but I’m not. I mean I did, I texted Maman that there was a problem at work and I’m fine, but I might sound sick and had to go see the ER.

I don’t think it’s going to reassure her when she wakes up. Haven’t lied so much to my Maman since I was sneaking out in high school.

Miah’s back.

Okay, she’s gone again.

Miah apparently read something about ‘dry drowning’ on google and she’s being fussy and worried in a very Miah way, which is to say she keeps tapping me on the shoulder and making me talk to her, which means putting my phone down to free up my hands. So this is probably disjointed.

She keeps asking if I want tea. I think the panic short-circuited her. The panic, and… and what happened between the three of us when I was in the tank.

I don’t understand how it happened, how I fell in. Dr. L thinks he did it on purpose, that I didn’t fall but was pulled, but I think if the mer wanted me dead, he would have killed me when he had the chance. Once I was in there, he wasn’t muzzled and those teeth are monstrous. Or he could have dragged me to the bottom and held me there. If he was pulling me in to kill me, he would have killed me.

He looked surprised. I think it was an accident, I do. I got the muzzle off, I let go of him, and I believe one-hundred-percent that he didn’t mean to grab me, because he was as shocked as I was.

When I hit the water, I thought to myself, you can do this, Bahram, you’ve gone under before, it’ll be okay. Except that I’ve never gone into the water in a full sweater and heavy pants and boots to ward off the cold in the tank room.

I’ve always been cold-natured, my maman says my blood was made for warm places, and usually California suits me fine, but Dr. L keeps the lab chilled except for the heat lamps over the tank itself.

So. I had my feet hooked to hold myself, and then his claws caught on me - but they’re blunted, he never closed his hand all the way, I know he didn’t do it on purpose, I know it.

I slipped off the fucking platform and knocked my head on it going into the water. Just this flash of disorientation, not even a concussion, I don’t think, but I guess we’ll figure that out at the ER.

Tell them I hit my head on a rock. I have to ask Miah if that story’s remotely believable. I can’t believe I’m bloody lying about my injuries because I’ve committed a crime. A whole bunch of them, apparently.

Let me just say God might forgive me but my Maman definitely won’t, if she learns I dropped out of school to pull myself together just to end up some kind of corporate criminal abusing an innocent animal. This isn’t bloody science.

We’re interrogating it, that’s what. We’re torturing him for information, and it’s information Miah and I have now, isn’t it? Information we know, totally by accident, but Dr. L…

Anyway.

Chest hurts worse. I can’t tell if I pulled something maybe, or if I should be really worried. I mean I’m worried about my whole life right now, let’s add my lungs in, toss them in. Bonus worry.

My head hurts like hell, too.

Miah was cataloging blood and skin samples when I went in, and you know, I sort of thrashed but Miah couldn’t have heard me anyway. I never realized how heavy clothes are in the water. Once my sweater was soaked, trying to raise my hands to tread water or even wave to try and catch her eye, it felt like lifting weights.

My arms moved, trying to splash, but I sank like a stone.

I caught a breath before the water lapped at my mouth, covered my nose, left my glasses spinning slowly down to the fake ocean floor we built him when we thought it would be enough.

What the fuck were we thinking? He needs to feel alive. Nobody’d feel alive with all that false shit around him. I’m going to put in real plants.

Wait, so. Back to what happened. There’s so little of this I can put in my notes that Dr. L sees. I guess I just. I want there to be some record that I wasn’t a heartless piece of shit. At least not for long.

Right.

So, drowning is fucking awful, turns out.

I went down and down and the tank’s not big but it felt like a bloody fucking lake. I had air burning in my lungs to be let out and I could see Miah’s back sort of through the water, so close but she hadn’t noticed me falling.

Then the mer, turning me to look at him, these big green eyes. He must have heard the splash, scented blood in the water from my head, I’ve got a cut on the back where I hit it that I didn’t notice at all at the time but it burns like hell now.

He cocked his head and he was surprised.

I know he was. He whistled at me when I broke above the water again, fighting to tread water. I yelled, I don’t know why. The mer whistled again, matching the tone of my yelling, and tried to talk to her, I think, I don’t really remember.

Some of this is already graying out. Adrenaline, I think - the trauma response, a brain pushing back the panic now that it’s over. I read somewhere that the reason you’re supposed to give a statement as soon as possible after a car accident is because by two days later you’ve already forgotten big parts of it.

I want to write this down before I forget it all, or even some of it.

I tried to tell the mer that Miah can’t hear, but I just ended up back under the water again. I don’t have any idea whether he understood what I said. He’s picking words and signs up fast but… still.

I remember choking on saltwater.

I remember it burned the whole way down.

I felt these weird pulses through the water, heard the mer clicking, and I thought, I was so sure he was just going to swim off and eat his stupid fish. Not that I’d blame him. But I just, I was barely keeping my mouth above water to get a breath. I can swim a little, but not in heavy-as-stone clothes I can’t. Must have doubled my weight, or it felt like it did.

I tried to grab the mer and just barely caught his arm. The mer looked back at me, those big green eyes unbothered under the water, and its brow furrowed a little, like it was confused.

He moved his hands together, in front of himself, and around to the side. Then again, and again, and I knew the motion but I’ve never seen it made by anything that wasn’t human.

Swim, the mer was telling me. Swim, swim, swim. He let out a short, staccato burst of whistles. Distress call, I remember thinking. He’s in distress.

No, that was compassion, I know it. He was upset because I was in distress.

My hands moved like molasses in the water. “I can’t,” I signed, bringing one index finger down on the other. I caught a breath above the water but my arms were burning and I kept getting saltwater and sinking again.

I had to let the air out. Water was coming in if I did. I had to breathe.

I had no idea if he even knew the fucking words I was saying, but I swear his eyes widened.

Swim, he told me.

I kept signing, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

My clothes were too heavy and my heart was beating and my lungs were burning and I couldn’t remember anything but bringing my fist into my palm and moving it up, again and again, as I kept sinking.

“Help me,” I signed, praying we’d taught him that one. “Help me, help me, help me.” I signed, “Please,” circling my hand over my heart, and at first he just looked at me.

Please don’t let me drown.

Wouldn’t really have blamed him if he had, honestly.

But a second later, just when I couldn’t stand it any longer and I had to open my mouth and let the water in, I felt… something. Something utterly inhuman, a series of thoughts that moved around and over my own, processing information in ways my brain isn’t designed to.

I felt his compassion, and something like affection.

Breathe.

It wasn’t my voice, or a voice at all. Just an awareness, a thought in my head that didn’t belong to me. I had to open my mouth and the water rushed in but I felt his arms close around my waist and push me up.

The surface.

Air.

Breathe.

The thought again, but I couldn’t, and I tried to tell the voice I couldn’t, too much water in me, I was choking even above the water, coughing on it trying to expel it from my lungs. I could feel the heat from the sun lamps but my body was shaking like I was freezing, muscles locking, pulling me back down.

The mer tightened his arms around my waist and started to pull me through the water, and I kept hearing the voice in my head, over and over. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Can’t, I thought back to it, and felt… alarm run up my spine, like I was scared for someone else and not myself.

Breathe air.

Water in my lungs, can’t-

The mer’s eyes widened, and it let out a distress call again, and I had this bizarre thought that Dr. L would have really liked to record that one, it was so perfect, such a perfect example, and fuck me, the mer was worried about me.

I’ve helped her cut him up and dig around his scales and strap him down and shove needles in his arms and he’s worried about me. He kept watching me, and then looked over his shoulder towards Miah, still on the computer I guess.

Here’s where it happened. The thing I think I’m supposed to tell Dr. L about.

The thing I can’t tell her about.

He looked back at me, then back at her, then back. He let go of me and I scrambled to grab onto him, his skin feels sort of thick like rubber and smooth, and he put his hands on either side of my face.

Then I was sitting at a computer and there wasn’t any sound at all. I was looking at something I had typed, looking at a keyboard, purple fingernail polish. Pure silence. I started coughing again but I couldn’t hear myself cough, only feel the vibrations through my chest. I could see a chat program up and I was typing into it but then I could see the program that runs analyses on the skin samples and I realized I was Miah.

Miah and myself, both at once.

I started thinking, just fucking thinking as loud as I could. I can’t breathe I’m in the tank I’m in the tank please God I don’t want to die please please God someone help me I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe-

I went under the water again - I think the mer was having trouble doing both at once, holding me up and trying to whatever he was doing, but he pushed me back up and he looked right at me and moved his mouth, trying to speak, saying, “Mmmm, hhhh-puh. Mmmmm hhhh-puh.”

Miah help.

I heard a hoarse sort of strangled low sound and realized I wasn’t Miah anymore, I was just me and I think the mer still, because I kept hearing it, kept seeing my own face like I was looking through a totally different set of eyes. The sound was Miah trying to tell me she was coming, I think, but I remember it sort of bouncing around inside and outside my head.

The mer’s hands pressed palms against my neck, on either side, and I was clinging so hard I’m sure my nails dug into his skin, just trying to stay above the water.

Breathe, Bahram.

“T-trying,” I managed, coughing again, and the mer clutched me close to him, clumsily swimming toward the big fake rock he can sun himself on in the center of the tank. He got my laid out onto it, and I stared up at him and thought as hard as I could, water in my lungs. Miah, water in my lungs.

The mer stared at me, and I took his hand and put it over my chest, then coughed and felt saltwater like acid come out of me onto the rock, burning my throat. Think I cried for a while.

Miah had to look up the instructions for the bloody lift, and the mer is terrified of it. He’s always tranq’d when he gets put in it, who can blame him? But he just flattened his earfins a little and watched it with his big eyes and I could see it through my eyes and his, at once.

I don’t remember getting out of the tank.

Miah says that the mer lifted me into the hammock we always put him in, and that he kept signing, “B, help, please,” to her. “Help B, please. M help B.”

Bahram, breathe. First time he’s said my name, right? I think he tries but they don’t speak like we do, although they have the vocal chords… vestigial, Dr. L said. But here he was speaking into my fucking skull like a sci-fi story. I can’t remember being lifted, but I can remember his voice. Bahram safe. Be safe. Bahram, breathe.

Who are you? What the goddamn hell are you?

Kima. I am Given.

I missed some stuff again. I just. It’s just flat gray in my mind. I stopped hearing the other thoughts in my head, I guess, it’s just me in here now. At some point I was back on the cold concrete floor, shivering, and I looked and saw the mer zip through the water.

Eating his fucking fish.

Miah helped me get out the water, as much as we could, and got my clothes off as the cold started to settle in, got me onto the couch. Miah’s just.

She’s pretty great.

I asked her, signing hesitantly, “Did he talk to you?”

She shook her head and replied, “I was you. He showed me you, in my head.” She tapped on the side of her head, looking pale and scared, and we both turned back to look at the mer, who was making quick work of fish he’d caught.

Remind me not to watch him eat the damn things when he’s in the water all smug and proud of himself. It’s not pretty.

He looked at us, along the side of the tank, big round eyes and blood round his mouth. Then… I think he tried to smile.

I signed, “Thank you, K-I-M-A,” and heard him whistle and then he disappeared back and away into his cave.

Miah made a weird face and tapped on my arm, signing, “K-I-M-A?”

“I asked who he was. He said Kima.”

Miah sat back and stared towards the mer. “I called him that. It’s a word for ‘fish’. I was being funny. I didn’t think he could understand me.”

“Don’t think he got the joke.”

We didn’t ask how it’s possible, how any of it could be possible, because it doesn’t matter if it’s possible, does it? It happened. She texted her dad, who called Dr. L, and they both were here by like 3 am.

Dr. L came up with the plan and the story, and then…

Then she asked me if I got any feelings like I wasn’t alone in my mind, or if I felt someone try to speak with me telepathically. She was looking at the mer while she asked. I opened my mouth to answer and caught Miah, where Dr. L couldn’t see her, shaking her head just a little.

So I said no.

She asked how Miah had known I needed help and Miah said she’d gotten up to get some Coke from the vending machine and realized I wasn’t up on the platform. I don’t know… I don’t know how we did it but we made up a story on the spot, between us. I don’t know why I lied, but I’m glad I did.

Dr. L just said, “Damn,” to herself, in this low emotionless voice. “I thought pain and discomfort would do it. Bahram getting pulled in didn’t do it. What else?” I don’t think she knows she said it out loud, because when I said he didn’t pull me, she looked surprised. Then said, “Of course he did,” and stopped saying anything more, really. She’s talking to someone on the phone over in the exam room now.

I thought pain would do it.

I’m not the smartest man on earth, but I get that loud and clear.

She’s been torturing the fucking thing to try and make it do what it did today to save my life, and I’ve been helping her do it.

But I can’t stop helping, either, or I’ll be summarily fired and replaced.

So… I asked Miah to do some of her computer shit and figure out what it is we’re not supposed to know about this project. I want to know what Dr. L isn’t telling me and I want to figure out what it is she knows about mer that we don’t.

Then I guess I need to figure out how to be less of a fucking bastard to the mer who saved my life.

Kima, the Given. That’s not a bad name at all.

I need to figure out what Given means.

Miah brought me more tea, and my sopping fucking clothes to put back on. It’s almost 6 AM now, time to hit the beach to fake drown to cover up the part where I nearly really drowned.

I’m going to be a pretty good liar by the time this is over with, aren’t I?

I hope so.

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