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diejager · 5 months

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Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.1

Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader

Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, trap, luring, mention of breeding kink, protective König, mention of partial nudity, hunting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 4K

I got inspired by @konigsblog ‘s post.

You enjoyed the sun as much as any other betta fish mermaid, laying on the warm rocks and bathing under the bright, yellow sun. You lived in a school of fish that moved near the shores of a tropical island a few generations before, building houses under the coral reef and rocks where newly placed branches would grow and work as a natural shield. The world you lived in - the part of the ocean you called your home - was bright and colourful, the shallow waters clear and gleaming under the warming sun.

You liked all things bright and colourful, either big or small, you decorated your part of the cave with things you found while swimming around your territory. Be it a golden coin shining on the ocean floor, or a shard of coloured glass, you picked it all up and stuck it around your room. Sometimes, you found pretty things near the limits of your home, and other times, you ventured closer to the edge of the darkness when something shiny caught your attention.

Over the ridge of sand that drew the start of the darkness, that deep and menacing slope down to the deepest part of your ocean, where darker, meaner and cruel beings born of cruelty and madness lived. It was somewhere all mers were warned of, to stay far away from the darkness and never stray from the light that fed and protected you. You thrived in the light, your body absorbing the warmth from the sun that made your scales vibrant and feeding from the fauna and flora that lived beside you: seaweeds and small fishes.

Your kind grew up with stories of horrifying monsters and cruel creatures that lived in that abyss, lingering near the shallow to catch a pretty, little mer for their hoard. Whatever became of the taken was still unknown, once a mer was taken by One, no one would hear from them from then on. Your parents had warned you about straying too close from the shallow, daring fate when you swam over the ridge to collect those pretty gems you fancied so much.

“Don’t worry,” you’d grin at her, fins flickering behind you. “I’m a fast swimmer, mom!”

You were a fast swimmer, slipping between rocks and corals, hands cradling your little shells while you fled from the dark, twisting over the ridge and vanishing between the corals. That’s what you did most days, picking up people’s trash to make it your treasure, fingers cleaning the sand off the holes and crevasses before sticking them to your walls. You also tinkered with metal creations you found, a silver fork or a rusted-looking instrument.

Granted, you joined in hunts, catching sardines and herrings, claws digging into its scaled bodies and teeth ripping into its flesh, the only other taste being sea salt, or bathed under the sun, but you preferred scavenging for loot. Although mers hunted alone, most found it easier to do it in groups, swarming shoals of fish and catching in a group of a dozen at a time for your little colony. So when you were fed and rested, you were back out, treading the line between the shallow and the abyss.

You swam slowly, head turning left and right for anything that would catch your attention, for that small glint hidden under a thin veil of sand or a long metallic object sticking out from the ground. You already had a few things in your arms, a few shells, human objects thrown overboard or floated into the sea, and small treasures: white pearls. You picked things up from both sides, mind in a comfortable and pleasant space, prideful of your catch so far that you were oblivious of the eyes following your colourful body.

His pale eyes wandered over your puffy cheeks and sweet lips, those squinted eyes in mirth as you searched for more. He went down the curve of your shoulders and the swell of your breasts, perky nipples covered by pretty shells, over your soft stomach and that bright, colourful tail of yours that first caught his attention. Every scale glistened under the sun, reflecting the light on the sand while you swam, your fins curving with the twist of your tail.

You were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, an angel collecting treasure, just like he did. He saw the batch in your arms, clutched between your breasts when you dove to pick something up on his side. You were as adorable and innocent as you were pretty, your action oblivious of his predatory eyes, dipping into his territory without fear of retribution on his part. He liked that bold and daring attitude of yours, fitting for someone so courageously bright and flashing your bold colours to him.

If he were to drop something closer to him, would you still swim towards it or ignore it for something closer to the ridge? If he hid until you were close enough, would he be able to wrap his limb around you? To feel your soft skin and coarse scales under his slimy arm. He was glad he decided to hunt today, searching for both prey - mer or fish, he isn’t picky about what he ate - and treasure. Hidden under a couple of tentacles, he dropped a golden coin a few feet away from him, his veil and the darkness helping him hide from your sight.

His heart soared when he saw your eyes widen, a smile curling at the corners of your lips when you saw his little coin, diving towards him with enthusiasm. You were so close to him, hand stretching to grab the object with small, clawed fingers. When you held it in your hand, appraising it, he felt pride bubble in his chest, rising to his mind as he took this occasion to get his arm around you. You flinched when he wrapped the tip of his tentacle around your tail, squirming around in terror. In a panicked struggle to escape him, you dropped everything you’d collected and fled from him with a cry.

He watched you swim away from him through saddened eyes, hearing the thudding from the things you dropped, even the coin he gifted you. His eyes never left your fleeing body until you jumped over the edge, your tail the last thing he saw in that moment of self-deprivation and sadness. He hoped you’d come back, forgetting the fear of his sudden attention and daring fate once more.

He came the next day and the day after that, but you weren’t there, your precious smile and happy eyes were a memory in his mind, a fleeting moment in his gloomy world. He came back every day, hiding in the darkness, on the line between pitch darkness and light shading. He wished you were there every day, his eyes bleeding with optimism and hope for a single smidgen of bright colours.

He hadn’t seen you in the following week. His shoulders slumped and caved into himself in sadness every time he came by, his blue eyes dulling bit by bit, that hopeful thinking drowning under realistic thinking and a pessimistic mind. Then he caught a glimpse of colour against the white sand. Before long, he saw arms filled with shiny items, trailing nearer to your side than his, but still chasing for treasures.

If he wanted to approach you, to touch your soft-looking skin and run his arms over your scaled tail, he’d have to find a way to lure you in. He watched you the first few days, his tentacles curling on itself and burying himself in the sand, the hundreds of suckers searching for buried treasures to leave for you. When you turned your back to him, his unwinding arm left the things he found near the ridge for you to find and take. Little gifts for you, courting gifts he left and gifted you in an attempt to woo you.

You were skittish and fleeing but took all his gifts with shaky smiles and grateful eyes, you knew he gave them to you. Of course, you did, you were his brave and smart little mermaid, approaching his offerings with apprehension - he felt hurt you feared and got nervous around him, but he understood you, his kind ate yours - and scanned the sand around you for any danger before crossing the line. He felt giddy when you added them to your stack, his mind-blowing with dreams and thoughts of you decorating your little cave with the things he gave you. On the ceiling, against the wall and on the ground or surfaces, you would use the things he gave you for your home.

It sent him up the walls of his caves with joy and excitement, his limbs curling to rearrange his home to prepare for you, to accommodate your arrival to his big, lonely home.

It took a week or two - or so he thought, his perception of time was and had always been warped in some way - before you became comfortable enough to approach him, to let him curl his slimy tentacle around your tail and up your body. He could finally feel you and it made him ecstatic - he was over the moon every time he got to touch you. Little pokes, fleeting squeezes and feathery bites from his suckers on your flesh, all things he let himself taste before your coupling. A coupling between the prettiest and the cruellest beings in the ocean would unwind the seams that made your worlds, pulling the string that separated the beauty and the beast in this cursed universe.

Granted, you hesitated to cross into the pitch darkness of the abyss, dancing just a few inches from his abode with an armful of trinkets from König. Your slow and steady breath, words you blessed him with when you muttered to him, calling out to know if he was there and your grateful grin were a common, yet welcome sight in his daily swim. While a bit reluctant to join him on the other side, you eventually swam across, your eyes melting into the black before you. You were unseeing as much as you were blind, if not for the guiding palm of the Eldritch creature that you befriended and the shine of treasure you saw around him.

You wished you could see anything but the gleam of treasure and the black mist of the abyss, your hand wandered over his, searching for his body, to feel the one who’s been gifting you treasures. Your fingers trailed upwards, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the curves and hardness of his arms were sinful. You truly wished you could see him at this moment, but you kept at your advance, clawed fingers moving slowly with unbridled curiosity. When you reached his broad shoulders and well-pronounced chest, it rumbled, a purr coming from König. Its deep sound shook you with need, your tail enthusiastically moving back and forth as you listened to him.

“Are you happy, Schatz?”

His voice was even better than his soft purrs, in a way that made you want to melt into his arms and never bother moving if he kept talking to you, the sound of the creature that gave you gifts and affection. König’s spine-chilling voice seemed like a mix of many voices, both soft and raspy, and both deep and smooth, but it was something you enjoyed, that you found yourself liking a bit too much.

“Yes,” you breathed, eyes travelling skyward, towards the source of his voice.

Your breath caught in your throat, choking a gasp at the prettiest blues you’d seen staring down at you. They were majestic, gem-like with a pretty sheen that made them glow like a beacon of light. You wondered why you’d never seen them, seeing how bright his eyes were. They lit up his face, or the veil he wore over his face, showing the pale streak of makeshift tears down the incision he made for his eyes. You shamelessly admired him, unbothered by the lost puppy-like stare you gave him in your glowing beauty.

You’d crossed a threshold, where a creature of light never dared to cross, stepping into the arms of an Old One and embracing their madness. Although you were oblivious to his intentions, the loud proclamation of his courting rituals and attempts of crying out his love - the Old One’s rituals and cultures were much of a mystery to those who didn’t study them, much of a taboo for anyone outside of delusion and greed - he hadn’t refrained from his deliberate show that would be nearly shameful and embarrassing to others of his kind.

Some wouldn’t bother with such frivolous acts: confessions from the deepest part of their dark soul, proclamation of love and undying adoration, or having to scavenge for gifts - offerings - to the subject of their attention. His kind took and took, reaching for that small glimmer of hope and beauty and corrupted it, bending it to their liking and building something from the ashes. It wouldn’t - would never - be the same as they were before, but that was how the Old Ones liked it: control, corruption, ruin, madness and power.

König wouldn’t do that, he wanted to cherish you, add to what you were and watch it bloom like those bioluminescent creatures in the abyss; even against his creator’s wishes. He’ll put you on the highest pedestal he has, eternally imprinting the image of you as his most precious treasure into his mind. You’ll be a thing of miracles, a thing of blessings, a thing of new beginnings. He wanted all and everything with you, but he’d have to take it slow, to coax you into this redundant pattern that ensured your trust and comfort and have you follow him of your own volition.

He doesn’t mind waiting, he’s had hundreds of years of sitting and waiting, patience was a virtue he grew to learn, to hold in his giant palm and clutch like a gift from the ever-growing, chaotic universe. He can wait and plan, so he will, König will lay down his plan and wait until he can bring it to reality.

Wait he did, for you to grow comfortable enough to follow him deeper and let him pull you in from your side. It took you a month of back and forth, squirming around your infatuation with König and exchanging trinkets, words and fleeting kisses with him. He adored your little giggles when he traced your sides with a bolt tentacle, curling under your plush tits and the tip sliding under your strap. He loved the pretty shells you gave him, cleaned from sand and any barnacles, it showed him how much time you spent on it for him. His heart bloomed and swelled to impossible heights when you pecked his lips, giving him shy and gentle kisses that he grew addicted to.

You were so sweet and so soft, your lips the taste of heaven for a creature of madness. Your hands were gentle like a cool balm over a burn, soothing his wild thoughts. Your little gifts for him - reciprocating his affection - were currently the most important things in his cave, a sign of your love and devotion. It made him wonder what would you let him do once you gave yourself to him. Would you succumb to the everlasting pleasures he could give you, or would you demand to help him take care of his own in a mutual haze? He couldn’t help himself, letting his chaotic mind conjure the most absurd and erotic dreams, his body vibrating with excitement; and now, at the peak of your trust in him, he watched his plan - a well-placed trap - come to fruition.

“Come, Schatz,” he beckoned you forward, his burly arm stretching to coax you to follow him, holding out his open palm to you. “I have something I want to show you. Pretty things.”

Without a thought, to question his intentions or to ask why he couldn’t have bought them for you like he usually did, you took his hand and let his fingers curl over yours, intertwining your smaller digits to his as he pulled you to his chest. His embrace was as safe and pleasant as the last one - yesterday - and caused a flurry of emotions to erupt in your chest, he was warm in the cool darkness, loving in all the ways you could think. You could close your eyes and imagine a smile rippling across his face with joyfully squinted eyes peering down at you.

Held against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist with a firm squeeze of his hand where your skin turned to scales. He whispered sweet promises, words of encouragement to see the way to his home and excited explanations of what awaited you. Pretty things, he said, you knew what he meant - at least you think you did - you shared much in common, and pretty things were something you both agreed on: shiny metals, interesting trinkets, shimmering shells or finely-minted coins. All things humans valued before throwing away; one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

How unfortunate that you couldn’t see in the dark, yet how fortunate you wouldn’t know the way back, it was something he relied on heavily to keep you, if you didn’t know how to navigate in this utter blindness, there were no risks of you trying to escape his caring hand. You were smart, you wouldn’t simply venture off without knowing where to go and how to see, especially with how vast his territory was and how dangerous it was. He shared his home with other simple-minded animals, sharks, fishes, eels and any other abyssal creature that lived and depended on the dark to live.

Your innocent curiosity about the things he deemed pretty enough to hoard made his heartbeat, that addicting feeling he got from touching you, kissing you and speaking to you. Even if the deeper he went, the colder it became, you never once complained, your wide eyes and grinning face were the only thing you gave him. He was truly relieved to know that you were patient and understanding of his home, not one hiss or pout while you shook and clung to him, depending on him for warmth. He liked that, to see you rely on him so much.

“We’re here, mein Liebling,” he hushed, cradling your face as he dove down, through the entrance of his cave. He shielded your fragile body with his many arms, protecting you from the rush of water current flowing against him. He chose this one to build his nest, using the strong current as a natural barrier against weaker creatures.

When the waters calmed to a still, he loosened his hold on you, unravelling his arms to let you explore the many passages and alcoves in his home. To accommodate you, he strung up bioluminescent flora, using them as light to find your way around, with silken algae over a few rocks to mimic the beds mers slept in and a few other things that he thought you’d need: a mirror, a few floating plants to add to its mystical beauty and clusters of soft materials in nearly every room.

He let you wander, your tail flapping back and forth to lead you down the long hall and explore the many rooms. He used a room to sleep, one as a pantry and storage, and another one to hold his hoard, but he had a lot of empty and unused space, more than enough for you and your children to thrive. He wanted to let you roam at your own pace, but he had something to show you, something he was proud of making.

He pulled you from your little cloud of joy, wrapping an arm around you, his sticky suckers latching onto you as he coaxed you his way. Only then had you taken the time to admire König under blue light, cheeks warm with a burning flush and doe-like eyes staring at the naked expense of his hard abdomen, stomach sculpted to perfection that had Adonis shying away. His arms were big and round, muscles straining the scarred skin with delicious appeal.

Downwards, following the sharp dip of his navel, were dozens of dark tentacles lined with round, pulsing suckers. Like an octopus, they were covered in a slimy sheen, every limb flexible and able to move independently. The lower ones were thick and soft, acting as a cover for whatever he hid beneath them, while some were thinner, whose source came from under his veil. Those, however, were a mix of normal and horrific tentacles, some had eyes replacing the usual suckers, tinted in the same colour as his irises, that glowing, pale blue.

It made your body heat up, fingers tingling with nerves - or was it? When faced with something you found appealing, it’d be natural to feel flustered, no? König thought so, that’s how he spent the first days reacting to you, heating up to a bothersome flush to everything you did. He watched your awed stare, that daydreaming haze in your eyes when you looked him over, his whole body clear under the gentle light in his cave.

“This way.”

Without making your gaze leave his figure, he drew you in, heading towards his biggest room where he caught and strung everything to fit his pleasure and mood. It was somewhere deeper into the system with walls strong and sturdy, and the round ceiling higher than the other rooms. On one side was a pile of golden objects of all shades, light yellow to a darkish gold, nearly bronze; on the other was a mix of pretty silver things and metallic black objects, rusted by age and the salty ocean; and on another, the smallest of them all, comprised of a few dozens of colourful shells and corals frozen in time that you’d given him.

He saw your chest expand, your smile growing brighter and brighter at the pile of gifts you gave him, your bubbly laugh as you swam towards it, twirling around it proudly. You looked around the room, admiring his large collection and how it seemed to spill down every pile in an attempt to reach the other one, forming a protective ring around your presents, but always coming back to the bright pink, blue and yellow shells. You were happy and appreciative of the time he spent working and arranging his hoard. If he could, he’d preen and purr to you, to show just how much your proud smile meant to him, watching you appraise his work was satisfying.

He already felt like things were falling into place perfectly, he could see the life he had envisioned with you coming to life, the little intricacies that popped into his mind seeming too appealing. His dreams were slowly becoming a reality, the things that he could only imagine were now tangible to his hands, and the future he salivated at was so, so close that he could sink his teeth into its flesh.

He knew it. He knew it when he watched you swim to him with that big, adorable smile on your face, that it was in his hands. He could see it now, how his lonely cave would be filled with life and laughter, children with a mix of your beauty and his madness chasing one another between the many openings and your round, swollen stomach welcoming another of your children to the world. That was all he could think of while he cradled you in his arms, his tentacles latching to your tail and back.

“You’re happy, ja?”

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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Painter Baby pt.2

Pairing- Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- After moving in with the Meykayina it was hard living your work behind and when you finally find another muse, but what are you supposed to do after you get shot?

Warnings- getting shot, blood, I think that's it lmk if it's not

Pt.1 Pt.2

"We have to leave." When the words left your father's mouth it was like a piece of your soul chipped away. You had to leave your home, your life's work what were you to do? Start over you have years of work here. You felt like you should just turn into a puddle and just evaporate but you couldn't. For your families sake you put a happy and calm face on.

You traveled for many days and Manny nights, through rain and through shine. It was a rough and tiresome journey but you finally made it. Your father was leading you to a strange land, you traveled over a beautiful ocean and then you saw a island many people saw you and surrounded you as you got off of your banshee. It was uncomfortable to have so many eyes in your before. Your father put your hands up to show he means no harm your brother Neteyam mirroring his actions. You watched your mother and her suspicious expression.

Your father had a conversation with the Olo'eyktan of this clan and the Tsahik came and interrogated your family said you would be weak and slow in the water, she said you had demon blood. And then your mother hisses at her and it seemed they had a dominance battle who would back down first. Your father stepped in before it escalated. And it was decided that you would stay there learn the way of water. You had to learn to adapt your father said. "Sully's stick together." Was what he said before you and your siblings to your first lesson.

Tsireya and her brother taught you how to 'breath' it took a while but you got the hang of it. "How about we free dive we can show you the beauty that the Great mother blessed the water with." A boy named Rotxo suggested. Everyone agreed but your eyes were glued on the way the rocks reflected the water creating ripple like shapes on the rock. Lo'ak tugged at your tail making you yelp and you it that. "What did dad say about pulling my tail." You say pinching him hard on his arm. "Ow, It's the only way I could get your attention come on we're free diving." He said and you only rolled your eyes getting up and jumping in behind them.

You kick your arms and legs to get deeper and farther into the water. Everyone seemed to be trying to figure where to go first, but you didn't have that kind of patience. Slowly you drifted farther from them swimming with a school of fish, and then it was as if Eywa herself led you here it was beautiful. So many colors of coral, different sea creatures played and mingled around the plants you've never seen before. So caught up with the beauty in Pandora you hadn't noticed the other teens coming towards you. Your hand caressed a pink tinted coral and then Lo'ak reaches out for you and you turn around and roll your eyes as you swim upward.

Cat hing your breath you smile as you swim toward the shore. "Y/N! Where you going?" Lo'ak called out and you stood out of the water. "I just remembered something I have to do!" You yelled back running to your mauri running past your mother and father. You grab your bag and take a little box that sat under the pillow in your hammock. It had multiple painting colors and leaf made brushes. You shoved it into your bag and ran back to your the beach. Your parents only watched as your ran back and forth. "Think shes up to something." Jake asked. "Most likely." Neytiri replied.

You hopped into your ilu and rode out far, farther than you've went with anyone and you found the perfect spot for your new studio. It was a medium sized cave it had smaller humps of rocks you could paint and the walls inside were smooth it was perfect, absolutely perfect. And you sat all the paints down along with the brushes and your hands just started there magic. You painted the coral and all the beauty the water around them held it had been several hours and you didn't realize to caught up in your art work. Only stopping when you realized it was getting to dark for you to see.

"Damn it." You whisper to yourself you used the last bit of light that was left to do the last stroke of paint you needed to finish it. You stared at it, it had been the first time you painted since you left home and it was amazing all the stress from learning a new way of life kind of just washed right out of you as you painted.

You left the art supplies there deciding that this would be your new studio. Jumping into your ilu and connecting to her you ride back to Awa'atlu. You hopped off and washed your hands off in the water, jogging to the mauri your father was standing outside. Giving him a cheeky smile you wave. "And where were you." It was more of a statement than a question really. "Oh um just looking around lost track of time." You reply, you could have told them about your new art cave but painting is the only time you can be yourself and not feel judged so you kept it on the down low.

Everyday two hours before Eclipse you would sneak off into the cave and you let you mind and hands run wild with the paint. And as time went on your the artwork on the walls and rocks of the cave grew and grew and so did your talent. Everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

The same people who made you and your family flee your home had found you once more and they had Lo'ak, Tsireya, Kiri, and Tuk. Hearing they had your siblings it made your heart stop, the blood in your veins froze. Your father had gathered the clan and was getting ready to attack but you had a plan you put in motion. The man who's man was Quaritch held a gun to your brothers head as he talked to your father over the microphone. ''Sacrafice yourself to save all these people that's all you have to do Jake.'' He said and your fathers face had a look od defeat as you saw him come closer, was he actually going to do it?

But before you could think a creature came from the water it looked like a Tulkun but it didn't have a fin and then it clicked Lo'ak bonded with Payakan he was protecting his soul brother. He flipped over onto the ship some of the soldiers flipped overboard others got crushed under him and some barely got away. You jumped onto the boat and Tuk squealed, ''Y/N!'' You put a finger up to your lip telling her to be quieter and she shook her head.

You cut everyone loose and as you cut Lo'ak loose you laughed. ''Who's the mighty warrior now?'' You joked and he only laughed. You ushered them in front of you as they went deeper into the ship finally finding a way out. And Lo'ak picked a gun up, ''Do you even know how to use that?'' You ask picking one up as he did. ''Yes.'' He rolled his eyes and then before Kiri and Tuk could jump they were snatched by the one and only Miles Quaritch. Tsireya fought to get them out of his arms but he was to strong and he pushed her back.

He held up a gun and shot, you yelped feeling a pericing pain through your shoulder and down your arm. You and Lo'ak fell into the water Lo'ak cheered.

You could barely hold yourself up in the water, ''Lo'ak I-I was hit.'' was all you could say before dipping back into the water. ''Oh shit I got you Y/N just stay a float.'' He said grabbing your uninjured arm as Tsireya gently held your injured arm wrapping it around their neck helping you swim to the rock your father and Neteyam were on.

''S-she was hit.'' Lo'ak said as he watched your chest cave in with every breath you took, he scared- no petreified. Was he going to lose his big sister? Neteyam dropped next to you he patted your face keeping you awake barely as he puts pressure on your wound. ''Your other sisters where are they?'' Jake asked gripping your hand to let you know he was there, but you were slipping in and out of consciousness. ''T-the boat.'' was all Lo'ak could say. Neytiri landed and she saw your body and the blood leaking from you.

''Neytiri we have to go they have the girls.'' Lo'ak stood up ready to follow his father before Jake pointed at him. ''You are not coming, you've done enough.'' he said eyes glancing to you. ''Get her back to Ronal she will help.'' Neytiri said before getting on her banshee riding to the boat. Lo'ak jumped into the water. "W-what are you doing Lo'ak." She cried as your eyes shot open and cried in pain. "I have to help."

"No..." Was all she said before Neteyam dragged you to his ilu. "Let him go we have to get her back."

And Ronal saved you, for the most part. You wouldn't have movement in you arm for a few weeks if not a month, and having said that you couldn't be left unattended in case the leaf wrap she used as bandages ripped you could get infections, deadly infections. Your father put you on lockdown in the marui and someone was always by your side.

Until Lo'ak was asked to go get something for your father and you were finally alone. You just wanted to paint, it was your safe space so now you find yourself looking around to make sure no was around and you jogged towards the ilus.

"Y/N Sully where in Eywa's name do you think you're going?" You hear your father's seen voice behind you as you hop off the ilu you just mounted. You rolled your eyes as you drag yourself from the shallow water and next to your father. "No where now." You whisper walking back to the marui. Jake knew where you wanted to go, well he didn't know exactly where but he knew you found somewhere to paint, he knew you felt at peace in your art studio but he couldn't let you go he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't want you to be miserable. But he also doesn't want his baby girl to get hurt.

So here he sits watching you look out at the ocean of the window opening of the marui as he cuts up some fruit. And then he got an idea. "Hey baby girl I need to go do something I'll be back please stay." He said waiting for your response before he leaves. "Okay." You say only looking at the ocean. He sharply inhales before walking out.

He stepped over to the men and women who gathered wood for communal dinners. "Hey! Hey, could I have some of these bark pieces, like the flat ones?" He asked two of them looked at him questionably, before gathering five or six of them and handing them to the older man. He tilts his head down before going to the beach sitting down on the warm sand.

He used the dull side of his knife he sanded down the rough side of the flat piece of bark in his lap. He did this to all of the barks he picked them up. And then Neteyam caught his eye, "Neteyam!" He yelled out and Neteyam turned around jumping up and running to his father. "Yes father?" He asked looking at the bark and the wood chippings around his feet. "Do you know how to make that paint that Y/N uses?" Jake asked his eldest son.

Neteyam pondered for a minute and then he remembered. "Yeah she taught me how to make it one day let's get some plants." Neteyam said going to the buses that grew around the place. "Okay so we need this one, this one, and this one." Neteyam whispered to himself as he plucked a red, blue, and purple flowers. He picked a few other colored flowers putting them in his bag. "Here you go all you do is smash them into powder and mix it with hox tree maple and you should be good." Neteyam instructed Jake handing him the bag of flowers. "Thank you son." He replied patting his shoulder.

"No problem, I got to go I promised Tul I'd take her to Three Brothers Island." Neteyam said as he jogged to his little sister who had been yelling his name for the past fifteen minutes.

The Jake did as Neteyam told him.

He grabbed a pot and first started to smash the red flowers up into a fine powder, and then he mixed the hox tree maple into the dust mixing it in until it created a paint like consistency, then he grabbed a small wooden box and filled it with the paint and put the wooden lid on top of it.

It took him a while but he finally made all of them putting them in their own little boxes. He put them all into a bigger box along with the wooden canvas he made. He picked the box up and walked towards the Marui stepping inside he looks at you, you hadn't moved since he left. "Hey baby I got you something." He said you turned your body as his paint covered hands put the box down in front of you. You looked inside and your face contoured into one of happiness and tears in your eyes.

He saw the tears and worry washed over him, "Oh my god did I do something wrong I'm sorry if I did I can take it back." He said reaching for the box not wanting to upset you. But instead of crying with a frown you have a soft smile on your face touching his hand and shaking your head. "I love it, thank you." You say wiping the tears from your face and then you see his arms covered in multiple colors of paint. "You hands." You laugh and he turns them over. "What? I think look very artistic don't you think?" He jokingly asked and you burst into laughter shaking your head up and down.

After a while the laughter died down, you picked up a canvas and opened the multitude of blues he made. "I'm glad you like it now I'll let you be-"

"No!" You yelled making him sit back down. "I haven't done a portrait in a while so now you get to be my victim." You laugh and he lets a chuckle out as you begin to outline his face. He watches how focused you are and that smile he has wanted to see for so many weeks now has finally came back.

#avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #awotw x reader #awotw #avatar shit #avatar x reader fluff #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #sully family x reader #sully family #jake sully x daughter!reader #avatar x sully!reader #sully!reader

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skaibo · 4 months

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Do you guys like farming? pt.2 (Coral island edition)

playing these games that has romance as an aromantic is really fun ngl (I REALLY WANTED TO MARRY FRANK BUT THEN HE TURNS OUT TO BE MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE AND THEN MARK APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE A BRAZILLIAN SOAP OPERA SCENE)

#Coral island #frank coral island #indie games #idk if coral island is indie but #farming games #cozy games #mark coral island #i feel like i didn't drew mark really well but fuck it ig #comic #funny stuff #coral island farmer #coral island mark #farm game #coral island spoilers

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avornalino · 2 years

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🏝️💕coral island bachelorettes (6/25):

lily | macy

leah | eva

nina | yuri

[pt 2]

#i love macy and eva so so so much #also i havent actually met nina yet but she looks super cute!!#ts4 #coral island

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mamamittens · 28 days

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A Lone Melody (Pt. 9)

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This chapter was sponsored by @yanderefangirl as part of the "Oh Shit Sale", thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warnings: Discussions of dental issues, child abandonment, abuse, racism, mourning, and poison.

Word Count: 3,183

As Jinbe expected, things got a lot harder.

Well over half the crew left with Arlong for their damn revenge and the sudden lack of so many hit hard. Especially for Melody, who’s small world just got even smaller than it had been before.

They set sail for Fishman Island in the hopes that familiar stomping grounds would soothe the loss they felt.

Melody hadn’t stopped crying for longer than an hour at a time, tears clinging to her lashes even when she had her favorite snack. Jelly crackers topped with chopped coral—poisonous of course, a real bitch to prepare safely but she loved it more than anything else they could make. It was about the only thing she could keep down and Jinbe was unsure if it was because she loved it so much or if the poisonous quality was so desperately needed.

What was worse were her hands… she kept gnawing on them in her anxiety. Covering her skin with a thin layer of poison and tiny puncture wounds. Anything they gave her to relieve the urge to self-soothe either didn’t last or just seemed to make it worse.

They were halfway to Fishman Island when Jinbe was awoken by a different kind of crying.

Not the soft, upset sobs in her sleep that he sometimes woke up with his hand rubbing her back to sooth her. But a sharp, gasping, pained cry. Jinbe’s chest tingled, drool soaking his yukata. Almost burning from prolonged exposure to the toxin.

Even in the dark, Jinbe could see it. A thick pool of venom in Melody’s mouth, small hand grasping a metal ring. Which she shouldn’t even have but still.

“Oh, pup.” Jinbe cooed softly, sitting up carefully as the poison penetrated his skin and made him dizzy. “What happened?”

As gently as he could, he pulled down her chin, mindful of the literally glowing venom laced drool. It was bright enough he could make out the sharp points of her teeth. And the several that were broken, bits of fragments on her tongue. He winced, certain this would not get better until her teeth came out. But with the amount of venom and the sharpness of her fangs, few could afford to risk it.

It had only been a few minutes of it sitting on his skin and Jinbe already knew he needed to wash it off now before more dramatic effects take place.

Faintly, Jinbe recalled that baby teeth could be stubborn. Adult teeth fall out all the time for shark-fishmen. Arlong did it as a party trick when he got drunk, new teeth popping into place almost instantly.

“P-Papah! H-Hurt!” Jinbe felt his heart sink.

Melody barely ate as it was. With her teeth in this state, it would only get worse.

“I know, I know, Melody.” Jinbe cooed, taking them to the washroom so she could rinse out her mouth with salt water. The last thing she needed was an infection on top of all of this. While she was tearfully gargling the water, Jinbe briskly cleaned himself off, removing his yukata and putting it with the wash. “We’ll see about taking you to the dentist when we reach Fishman Island. There has to be someone who can help there. In the meantime… liquid diet, I’m afraid. Hey, maybe we have one of those silly straws lying around?” Jinbe suggested with a frail smile, trying to cheer her up as she openly drooled the venom down the sink.

It was thinning out now, at least. No longer the thick, viscous, glowing liquid.

Melody needed more fluids anyway. Stock was easy enough to make… Jinbe frowned, wondering if they’d need to add poison to it or if a lack would help keep her production down until her teeth can be addressed. It can’t be good to swallow that all the time. But unfortunately this was a very unique biological problem none of them were sure of.

They still weren’t sure what kind of fishman she was. It was entirely possible that she didn’t need to produce venom and it’s just a byproduct. But it was equally possible that now that she has, she couldn’t stop.

For a moment, Jinbe resented Arlong so much it burned. If that stubborn bastard had just stayed put, this wouldn’t be an issue. Melody… she was too young to understand why she shouldn’t do certain things that made her feel better. Biting—such a common shark instinct—was in many ways, a language of it’s own. Jinbe himself had issues teething when he was young, though not nearly as much as his other shark-inclined brothers. Arlong could have walked her through teething in a more healthy way. Communicating her needs without accidentally killing someone with her venom.

All they could do, was their best, really.

And it burned Jinbe that he didn’t know if it would be enough.

But it would have to be. He could never face Arlong—or Fisher Tiger—if he failed to care for Melody when she needed him most.

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Hody Jones was born into the filthy slums of Fishman Island and feared more than anything that he would die in it.

Die caked in the refuse created the misery humanity generated without thought elsewhere, cast over their shoulder into the shadows.

Unimportant.

Forgotten.

Ground to a pulp under the heel of a filthy human’s boot where they should consider themselves lucky to even see.

When he heard of Fisher Tiger, he felt inspired.

Now there was a man who knew what needed to be done. Had the balls to climb those lofty, gilded peaks and shake the filthy humans down from up high. And many rightfully joined his crew—though not Hody Jones, who was too young to be properly brought aboard. Arlong, a man of great strength and value, happened to step off the island onto that ship of opportunity. And Hody couldn’t wait to join him and the others.

But Hody Jones would never get the chance.

Killed.

Murdered.

Fisher Tiger was dead and the crew fell apart.

Hody never felt such resentment in his life to have missed such an opportunity.

Arlong, the man Hody so looked up to, took up that mantle in Fisher Tiger’s name. Leaving behind almost half the crew and Jinbe…

And that mutt of a daughter.

Hody’s lip curled in intrigue and disgust.

A half-breed? Really, Arlong?

If it wasn’t for Arlong pursuing those worthless humans in the name of justice, Hody would have thought he had gone soft. There must have been something to the mutt, for such a great man to see value in dirty blood. Hody had only seen her on occasion, Arlong’s brief visits never bringing her to the slums.

Hody felt… conflicted about that. On the one hand, he understood.

The slums were unkind to anyone. Let alone half-breeds, rare as they were.

But on the other… did Arlong view this mutt as better than this place?

How? With such filth in her blood, how could Arlong think such thoughts?

And here she was again, this time carried by Jinbe.

Even from a distance, Hody could see how the small girl’s lips were pressed into a wobbly line, eyes tearful.

Good. She knows something of the value they’d all lost at least.

Hody listened close to see why Jinbe had returned rather than raze the humans alongside Arlong—though he knew Jinbe had always been softer than his counterpart.

The mutt had taken Fisher Tiger’s passing hard, and the leave of her ‘father’ harder still. Her teeth were messed up and no one was willing to risk the venom to pull them out. Hody Jones frowned, rubbing his own jaw thoughtfully.

Must be those weak human genes. A proper shark would have shed them by now. She probably just needed a good knock across the face to loosen them. Of course, given Jinbe’s well known softness and his size, the man had neglected to do so already. He likely wouldn’t take the suggestion well either, not that Hody felt he was close enough to the man to advise such a thing.

Arlong, perhaps. If he hadn’t thought of it already. But Jinbe? No.

Even if it pissed Hody off to see the mutt weeping so incessantly, it was hardly his place to assist or advise. Some suffering would do the welp good anyway. Toughen up that weak, tainted blood. At least she didn’t look too human. Had that going for her at least. Muddy gray skin splotched with pink from her weeping about the best indication Hody could see without getting any closer what a mutt she was.

If Hody had to be around it for any real length of time though, he made no promises to not fix the issue himself. It wouldn’t even be hard—likely harder to not break that weak jaw than anything else.

--*--

It would be a stretch to say that Whitebeard’s crew was wholeheartedly welcome at Fishman Island. Their captain was good friends with King Neptune at this point, so they could dock with little issue. But they were to behave themselves. Any trouble would see them scrubbing toilets for a year using their own toothbrush. Or worse.

Thatch, having recently been promoted to sous-chef under the aging commander of the fourth division, was having a blast.

Fishman Island was a unique place with more fishman and mermaids than you could shake a stick at! He was behaving though! He barely even drooled at all the lovely mermaids he saw working and living their daily lives. Certain that, while used to human men ogling them, they’d not be terribly receptive to any attempt on his part to charm them. Marco ambling alongside him like it was nothing, the two of them looking for a place to sample the local cuisine.

Naturally, they stopped at a mermaid café, but it was clearly popular so it totally wasn’t because the waitresses were all mermaids!

Thatch would deny it until his dying day that his heart stuttered at the lovely, smiling faces that greeted them. So sue him! He loves his family, but they’re not beautiful mermaid women, now are they? Half of them can’t seem to master washing their own ass, it’s no wonder they needed an hour long lecture from Marco to behave.

Thatch also kindly ignored the implication of Marco specifically going with him over anyone else.

The café was bustling though, quickly drawing Thatch’s attention away from the beautiful women. Nearly every table was occupied, the waitresses shuffling back and forth with food and drinks to keep up with demand. The hostess smiled, dark eyes only just betraying what a long day it had been and Thatch felt a little ashamed at his momentary gawking. At least he didn’t make a complete ass of himself.

“Table for two, please.” Marco smiled brightly, holding up his hand in greeting. Thatch reflexively smiled as well, taking in the delicious smell of what seemed to be soup. Perhaps the special of the day? He couldn’t wait to try it!

The woman, glanced down at her podium and frowned, marker hovering over what must have been the seating chart. Crescent shaped shark tail swaying with a hint of anxiety before she looked up at them.

“I can seat you two now but… perhaps you’d prefer to wait another fifteen minutes for a different table?” She asked softly, her voice sad as she glanced over her shoulder to what appeared to be the only open area.

There was a corner booth and the surrounding two booths and table were empty. In the corner booth was a small child in a booster seat, head buried in their arms with fluffy white hair jerking. Clearly, they were crying. Paper and crayons scattered in front of them with a neglected cup near their elbow. Thatch frowned, heart aching for the poor kid.

He understood why the tables were empty, though not why the kid was crying for so long the busy café effectively bubbled them in isolation.

“Aw, are they okay?” Thatch came closer to the hostess and asked with concern, keeping his voice down. The mermaid sighed.

“That’s Melody. My niece. She’s… having a hard time right now.” She looked at them, gaze lingering on Marco’s tattoo openly displayed before she relaxed. “Fisher Tiger was her uncle… my foolish brother went to take revenge and left Melody with Jinbe. There’s something wrong with her teeth but no dentist will see her so he’s out trying to find someone that will.” Thatch felt his face fall.

Oh, the poor kid. Thatch could remember having a toothache when he was young and couldn’t understand how his whole face hurt that much from just a little bit of bone.

“Why won’t they see her?” Marco asked, ever the doctor even when he was out of the med bay. The hostess squirmed, uncomfortable and upset.

“Mostly, it’s because she’s… half. But it’s also dangerous… look, do you want to wait or not?” she asked, abruptly changing the subject while they reeled that the kid was half human. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes before another table is empty.”

“Can we sit with her?” Thatch asked gently. “Maybe we can’t do anything about her teeth, but some company might be nice while you’re busy.”

Sure, they weren’t really that skilled in taking care of kids, but there was no way they could wait around while one was crying her eyes out. They weren’t monsters, like apparently all the dentists on the island were.

The hostess though, narrowed her eyes at them. Weighing them individually until she looked back one last time to the poor kid. She snatched up two menus and jerked her head for them to follow.

When she got to the table, she leaned over and brushed aside the girl’s hair, nearly whispering.

“Hey, pup. Would you like company while I work? These two are Whitebeard Pirates, they’re friends of King Neptune.” Thatch looked over at the half finished drawings. Vaguely recognizing the waitress by her crescent tail. There was a few of what may be a man with a jagged nose he also faintly recognized, accompanied by a caricature of the kid in question and a big, blue ball in a robe.

There was a red man with black hair scribbled over harshly, paper scrunched up into nearly a ball that, given the context, may very well be the poor girl’s uncle.

The girl sniffled, lifting her head to look at them curiously. Gray skin a ruddy red with the brightest ruby eyes he’d ever seen between thick clumps of bangs tipped black like her fingers. Her face was a mess of snot and tears, lips seeming to glow blue as the hostess sighed, pulling out a rag and tenderly wiping her face.

Thatch crouched down, resting his chin on his arms.

“Hey, sweetie. You don’t mind a few pirates joining your table, do you?” Thatch asked softly. She sniffled, looking at his hair curiously.

“…does it grow like that?” she asked hoarsely and Thatch grinned, hearing Marco snort.

“Nah! I—”

“He spends a whole hour fixing his hair like that. Preens all day to make sure it stays in place.” Marco cut him off in amusement. Thatch squawked in protest but the kid giggled, voice watery.

“They’re funny. Like Hat-cha, can they stay, Auntie Shar?” she asked quietly. The woman in question sighed, brushing a hand through the kid’s hair.

“You sure?” she nodded.

“Eating alone isn’t as fun.”

Now that was a sentiment Thatch could get behind.

The hostess gave them a stern look but slid the menus on the opposite side of the booth.

“You’re waitress will be here shortly.” It sounded like a threat.

Probably was.

Thatch could feel eyes on his back as he slid against the wall and picked up the menu.

“I’m Thatch, and this goof is Marco… got any recommendations?” Thatch asked with a charming smile, the kid still crying softly despite her mood clearly lifting with the company.

“The soup is good but ah have ta have clear. Can’t chew right now with my teeth broke. It hurts but auntie lets me drink it with a silly straw.” She informed them with a crooked smile. Thatch nearly winced when he saw several teeth clearly broken. Strangely, bead of blue liquid pooling down the pearly whites. “’M sick too. It sucks.” She pouted.

Thatch’s heart really went out to the poor kid. Sick, dental problems, and mourning? Yikes.

Marco nodded though.

“Soup sounds good. Clear soup is good for you too. I’m sure you’ll get better in no time.” Marco affirmed gently, though he was definitely curious about why she was in a café rather than resting in bed somewhere. Or conked out on medicine until they resolved her teeth. Maybe she was too young to take anything?

Regardless, they mostly minded their business and ordered their food under the watchful eye of an eel-mermaid waitress. Thatch asking if he can draw with the kid while they waited. Thoughtfully, she agreed and offered to share her favorite colors with him if he wanted, which Thatch accepted with the gravitas of being offered kingship. For a toddler, it was about the same anyway.

Marco spent his time picking on Thatch for having worse coloring skills than a toddler—it was a good time.

Even if the food was shit, Thatch would have to say this was his favorite café meal so far.

Until they brought their food and Thatch nearly had a heart attack. The waitress sliding a bowl of nearly clear liquid in front of the kid. Bits of vegetables floating in the mixture, including mushrooms that were incredibly deadly. Deep red with a yellow stem sliced into thin strips, innocently twirling around the silly straw.

Before Thatch could toss the bowl away from the still crying little girl, a hand was shoved in front of his face. Bowl of soup offered to him—poisonous mushroom free.

“Her dietary requirements are a little… different.” The eel-mermaid explained with a look of understanding. “We don’t know what kind of shark she is, but whatever it is, they apparently eat poisonous things regularly. And produce venom—Shyarly spoke of issues getting a dentist? Well, one nick and they’d be risking their lives. Alongside her… heritage, well… it’s no wonder none are jumping to assist.”

“Ah, is that what that blue liquid is? Fascinating?” Marco commented blithely, easily accepting the wild information with intrigue. He looked thoughtful though. Perhaps wondering if his own devil fruit would be helpful.

But Marco was hardly a dentist and intervening without asking the kid’s guardians would go poorly.

Thatch could only imagine how well it would be taken if a grown man just stuck his hand into a toddler’s mouth and started plucking teeth. Thatch grimaced at the mental image and just ate his soup.

It was good. Savory and clearly well made.

He’d need to ask after the recipe! His family would love it!

#one piece #platonic yandere #a lone melody #one piece oc #one piece thatch #one piece marco #one piece hody jones #one piece jinbe

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coralislandthinks · 3 months

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Personal Rating of How Helpful Each Love Interest in Coral Island is On the Farm Pt.5

Surya 8/10

he is smart, he is active, he knows about nature

maybe not a lot about farming but he'll get there

Theo 7/10

is full of talents and skills we probably dont even know about

he'd be great

Wakuu 6/10

he can take care of plants and loves that but farming isn't his thing

he'd like to help out but he also wants to do what he'd want to do

Yuri 5/10

I want to put her higher but this lady is busy

she's good at it but i don't think she would be enthusiastic about it yknow

Zarah 8/10

this wonderful human is good at everything i think

no evidence but i can feel it

#coral island

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auroraesmeraldarose · 3 months

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Rafael/ Coral Island fic pt 10

In which it’s all been going too smoothly so, true to form, ya girl is going to start screwing things up. Prepare for self-esteem issues, angst, and that desire you get to smash two characters’ heads together and say JUST USE YOUR WORDS YOU IDIOTS

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As the seasons turned, Rose was happier on the island with each passing day. Her farm had finally started to become profitable - though by no means lucrative - as the summer had gone on, and autumn was fast approaching. She had developed new skills, becoming even more proficient in fishing, diving, and even mining. Of all her new skills, mining had become a favourite; she loved the excitement of geodes cracking open to reveal a surprise within. She was particularly motivated by an idea she had for Rafael’s birthday, which was now fewer than three weeks away. He had been wearing a shell on a braided rope around his neck through the summer that Valentina had made for him, until it had broken. He asked her for a new one, but she had told him that shell necklaces were “totally uncool now,” and you could only wear one in the summer. When he had retold the story to Rose one afternoon she had laughed, and pointed out that Valentina’s father was the king of fashion on the island; if she said shell necklaces were uncool now, that was it. Rose was secretly quite glad Valentina hadn’t wanted to make a replacement, because it gave her the idea to make her own necklace for Rafael. She knew that onyx was his favourite stone. Since she was mining so much anyway at the moment, it seemed like a perfect idea to find one for him, and turn it into something he could wear to remind him of their fast-growing… friendship. She felt thrilled by the idea of something she had made for him sitting on his chest, near his heart… Even if admitting it to herself made her cringe, and she would never say it out loud.

There were only two real problems in her way; getting an onyx, and keeping it a secret from Rafael until his birthday. Rose had been forced to start visiting the blacksmiths in the morning, if she wanted to get the geodes cracked by Pablo, rather than Rafael. It felt somehow like a betrayal, even though she knew she didn’t want Rafael seeing her with stones that had clearly come from deeper in the mine that she thought he’d be happy with. They were close now, and she felt instinctively he wouldn’t like the idea of her putting herself in danger. He had warned her before about going too deep, and even offered to be her bodyguard; she couldn’t allow him to do that for his own birthday present, though. Plus, if there was an onyx in one of the geodes, he might want to buy it from her, and how would she possibly say no to him, without looking mean or having to explain that it was going to be his birthday present? No, it was easier to do it this way, even if she missed seeing him. She changed her routine to early morning farm chores, grab a bag of geodes and take them to Pablo, then straight back to the mines for more, late into the night until she found the stone she was looking for. It was hard work, and as she was going deeper in the mine she had had a few close calls with the creatures, but managed to escape mostly unscathed save a few bruises and scrapes. The second day she had arrived bright and early in front of Pablo he had questioned the sudden mania for morning geodes, and she decided to confide in him. She knew his help would be invaluable, she was no jeweller and although neither was he, he knew metal; more importantly, he knew Rafael.

“It’s for Rafael’s birthday…” she blushed a little as she told him. “I’ve got this idea, a polished onyx wrapped in silver wire, to wear around his neck…” she blushed deeper, before continuing, “he said onyx was his favourite…” she trailed off, wondering what mockery Pablo would respond with.

“Perfect.” Pablo said simply, his face a wide smile. No mockery, just honest encouragement; her eyes narrowed suspiciously; this was weird. “You’ll want a chain, that’ll be too hard for a beginner, I’ll hook you up, bonita Rosita, and maybe you guys can finally hook up!” He winked; there was the mockery, she knew it was too good to last.

“Pablooooo!” She covered her face with her hands, and he laughed at her pathetic response.

“What, you think I didn’t notice your jacket you left behind the door the other Friday? And the beer bottles? Rafaelito never drinks alone, and definitely not two. I was disappointed when you didn’t come down for breakfast the next morning, I thought you two had finally hooked up!” She was crimson now, and had turned as if to leave.

“Ay ok, ok!” He placated her, waving his hands, “but I will get you a chain, and you’ll need some tools.” He moved into a storage cupboard off the workshop and returned with a selection of useful looking equipment. “Here, take this with you while he’s not here, and you can bring it back when you’re done.”

She gratefully exchanged the geodes for the tools in her backpack, thanking him profusely through her blushes.

“Esta bien, you know I’ll do anything for a pretty girl,” he winked at her again and she rolled her eyes.

“And for your little brother, of course, Pablo?” She teased.

“Well, yeah, him too I guess. Now let’s get these geodes open and find you an onyx!”

They didn’t find an onyx. Two more early morning geode cracking sessions passed, and still, nothing. It had been four days of brutal, feverish mining, and she was now covered in bruises and scratches, with nothing to show for it. Well, that wasn’t true; the museum was filling up with samples, and she wouldn’t need to make her own charcoal for ages, but if it wasn’t the onyx she desperately wanted for Rafael, it felt worthless. He was in a bad mood with her too, she could tell… once or twice he’d caught her leaving the smith, and looked a little hurt when she didn’t stop to talk, just dashed past him with a “sorry hero, on a secret mission!” Rafael was indeed hurt, though he wasn’t surprised. He felt stupid for daring to think that night when they were holding each other close watching a horror movie could have meant anything. A lifetime of being second best to Pablo had taught him to never expect himself to be anyone’s first choice. He knew it had been too good to be true… How could he have dared to believe she cared for him? Of course, she was coming to see Pablo in the mornings, and not Rafael in the afternoons, of course! It was only a matter of time, why would she be interested in him with Pablo around? Between Rose’s inability to find the onyx, and Rafael’s dark suspicion that Pablo had stolen her heart, they made a gloomy pair. Pablo was getting the worst of both of their moods, Rose more frustrated then ever as each cracked geode gave something that wasn’t what she wanted, and Rafael stalking about the workshop and house barely speaking to him.

On the fifth day she went into the mines, Rose went even deeper than before, and knew she should have listened to Rafael. There were… creatures, and though she avoided them for the most part, this place was infested. She managed to grab a few looser geodes, slipping them into pockets in her overalls, and saw one that she prayed might finally be what she had been searching for all along. Even on the outside, the slight sheen of black, almost like spilled oil, taunted her. It was a little too far into the cavern for her to easily reach it without exposing herself to the creatures, but she didn’t care. She was determined, she would get Rafael an onyx if it killed her. She tied the rope she used to lower herself into the cavern around her waist, so she could quickly drag herself back to the opening if things got too hairy, and went for it.

Hands sweating, trying to be as quiet as she could, she chipped and levered away gently at the geode in the rock, trying not to shake too much with the effort. She felt the rope tighten and knew she was going too far… ahead, she could see something stirring in the darkness; something big. She wished she had Rafael here with one of those weapons he loved to make; if only she could have taken him up on the bodyguard offer! With the thought of Rafael in her mind, she wrenched at the geode, hoping to somehow find some of his strength just by thinking about him, and with a loud crack it finally came free. She clutched it desperately with one hand, hearing whatever was up ahead in the darkness move. She ran. Tucking the geode into the front pocket of her overalls, she climbed back up the narrow crevice she had entered by, her hands pulling on the rope and her feet scrabbling up the rocks. Whatever was below her was close now, and she moved as fast as she could, not being careful anymore, her body banging off the rocks as she went, desperate to get up into the safety above. One foot slipped and she managed to just about catch it on a rock slightly below, but not before slamming into a sharp, jagged one in front of her. Luckily, she moved her head and avoided knocking herself out, but her shoulder took the brunt of the impact, scraping across the razor sharp rock, tearing the shoulder of her t-shirt under the overalls. She didn’t stop to inspect the damage, and kept moving despite the pain until she was back in the blissful open air above.

Back in safety, before she looked at the injury, she took out the geode and inspected it. It was dark, with shimmering hints of black. This had to be it, she was sure. She grinned, allowing herself to hope. She wondered what the time was, and if she could get to Pablo to open it… but as she looked out at the dark sky, she knew it was far too late for that, it would have to wait until morning. She grabbed her things, and headed back home, still trying not to look at her battered shoulder; she didn’t want to know yet, and knew she shouldn’t touch it until she had clean hands, so not looking was better. She practically sprinted home. On arrival, she washed her hands as best she could before sitting down to look at the damage properly. There was a long, deep gash in the front of her shoulder, surrounded by a dozen or more smaller scrapes and grazes from the rocks. It ached badly, and she knew it would bruise too, the first hints of it were already starting. Rose had always bruised like a peach, probably something to do with her fair skin. She was going to be a mess in the morning, but she didn’t care. If that really was an onyx, it would all be worth it. She washed carefully, gingerly, and stemmed the bleeding cut with rough bandages, before falling into bed exhausted. Tomorrow, she would have Pablo crack that geode.

The next morning, she woke in agony. Every part of her body ached, and she knew she had seriously overdone it. The bruises were beginning to form; not dark yet, but definitely there. She didn’t look under the bandage on her shoulder, but could see marks spilling out from under it, and a hundred more all over her arms, her legs, even her hips and stomach were bruised. The only part of her that wasn’t battered or scraped was her face. She threw on clean clothes and a shirt with sleeves just short of her wrists to cover the worst of the injuries, and distracted herself with what she could manage of her farm chores until the blacksmith would be open.

She was waiting outside the door when they opened at nine, and Rafael opened the door to see her almost bouncing up and down in agitation.

“Morning hero!” She trilled, giving him a wide smile. “You’re heading out, right?” His heart had lifted at the sight of her, but those next words cut him to the heart. So, she wanted him out of the way, did she? Probably wanted to spend some alone time with Pablo… The thought of them together caused a pain in his chest that felt like his lungs had turned to stone.

“Yup.” He stalked past her, without looking back. Rose cursed herself, and wanted to call him back, to try and backtrack, but what could she say that wouldn’t need further explanation? Focusing on the hope she felt for this geode, instead, she headed inside, and threw it over to Pablo who caught it deftly.

“Looking hopeful today, Rosita!” He smiled. “About time too, you keep avoiding Raf and coming to see me and he’ll have my head on that anvil!” He chuckled, and took the geode over towards the anvil.

“I don’t think he’d start with your head, Pablo,” she laughed back, nervously, following him.

“Ouch. Good point. But this looks like it might be what you’re searching for… I’ve got a good feeling about this one Rosita!” He cracked it open, and punched the air.

She let out a cry of joy, and she could have hugged him, but chose not to; Rafael was annoyed enough at her. But here it was, most definitely an onyx, in all its midnight black glory. Pablo cleaned it off for her a little, and instructed her on how to use the rock tumbler he’d let her borrow. By the time she left, she was beaming and excited, and couldn’t wait to get to work.

She passed Rafael cleaning the graveyard on her way home, and ran to him.

“Raf, phase one of the secret mission is done, and I’m so happy!”

He had turned and wanted to smile, and join in her happiness, but was still feeling too bitter and hopeless. He managed half a smile, that didn’t reach his eyes, and nodded.

“Good for you, Rose.” His eyes, which wouldn’t meet her face, caught the bruises on her wrist, and his tone changed. “What the…?” He reached out and gently pulled her arm towards him to inspect the blooming patches on her pale skin.

“Mines,” she shrugged, not wanting to say more. “Told you, secret mission!” She pretended to zip her lips and pulled her arm quickly away from him.

His face had a look she’d never seen before - was it anger? Frustration? Sadness? All of them, rolled into one?

“Didn’t want me as a bodyguard then?” His voice filled with bitter venom. He had tried not to emphasise the “me,” but he knew that’s what he really meant; she didn’t want him.

“Couldn’t, hero, not for this. I’m done with the mines now anyway, at least for a while!” She was trying to speak brightly, cheerfully, because she hated the way he looked like a spaniel puppy that had been kicked.

He didn’t respond with words, just shrugged, nodded, and turned back to his work.

“Well, I’ll see you later, hero? Maybe at the beach cleanup?” She hoped that repeating the nickname might pull him out of his mood, but for once it didn’t work.

“Yeah, see you later,” he nodded and grunted, not looking at her.

#coral island rafael #rafael coral island #coral island #fanfic #fluff

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I have a cold right now so I was wondering how do the coral island characters handle being sick? you choose your favs!

yess!! sick hcs my beloved <3 this was super fun!! might do a pt 2 honestly 👀 we'll see!

hope you're feeling better anon <3 ty for the request!

Pablo

when he's sick, this man is in constant denial. he's very obviously sick, he knows he's sick, but he'll still get up to go to work or around town because, in his mind, if he's not dead then there's no reason to waste a perfectly good day.

luckily, it's always really easy to tell. rafael always catches it almost immediately; all you have to look for is pablo swaying on his feet at the counter or, god forbid while he's actually working at the forge. the heat in the shop is enough to fry his brain on a good day–add a feverish, stubborn pablo to the mix and it's a recipe for disaster.

he almost always just ends up making himself sicker by trying to avoid being cooped up in his room all day. well, that or he'll just get everyone around him sick and then feel bad about it later lmao. it takes you or rafael literally forcing him back to bed just to get him to rest. if you're together then he's definitely going to try and get you to cuddle with him, too, even though you definitely shouldn't.

if he's feverish, he gets weird fever dreams. like crazy shit. that's part of why he hates the whole having to rest phase of getting better.

an avid user of "you want to kiss it better?" as a pick up line while he's feverish. yuck

btw if you're in close quarters then you're 100% going to catch whatever he has. lucky for you, he's the best at taking care of his loved ones when they're sick <3

Rafael

okay. first of all, he definitely catches it from pablo. no way he stays healthy with that ball of disaster around him. (kidding i love him i swear)

he is related to pablo though, so a tiny bit of that obliviousness carried over. he's not stubborn about being sick, he's just genuinely unaware of it.

whenever he's sick, he just gets ten times clumsier. knocking things over around his room, tripping on the stairs, you name it. even if it wasn't a hazard to his health to be around the forge while he's feverish, you've also got to be afraid of him accidentally knocking something over and burning the place down lmaoo

once he's made aware of the fact that he's seriously sick, though, he's pretty good about it. man really just wants to sleep. pablo will send him back to his room and he'll crash for days, just alternating between sleeping and reading while he gets better. he feels a bit restless, sure, but he's also much more content to speed up his recovery by resting than his brother is.

also has some weird fever dreams sometimes, but he's better than pablo since he actually tries to do what he has to do feel better

he's also way less likely to get you sick lol. he will not let you or anyone healthy into his room if he can help it, because he's not about to put you through whatever illness he has too

Kenny

oh this poor guy. im sorry, but he can't handle being sick. he's just completely miserable.

it's literally everything he hates. his nose is stuffy, he can't play his flute, he can't go outside, he can't meet up with friends–it's torture. he knows enough to try and rest (even if he didn't, he lives with his parents and they know their son well enough to double check that he's taking it easy every now and then) but still. it's depriving him of everything he likes to do!

when i saw he's miserable, i mean he's /miserable/. he'll spend most of the day in bed or on the sofa so he can at least watch tv, always with a blanket around his shoulders. even when he's resting he doesn't really sleep much because he's got too much pent up energy that being sick isn't letting him get rid of. he's used to spending all day outside, so having to sit in, especially during the summer or spring, is the worst.

if you're together then he will let you cuddle with him, but he'll very much warn you that you're probably going to catch something from him. he's too bummed to refuse comfort but he's still aware enough that he doesn't want you to suffer too lol

if YOURE sick, then he's very good about it though :) he just won't hang around too close because he hates getting sick. a teeny tiny bit of a hypocrite on the subject.

Scott

okay scott is dramatic as hell about being sick. do you know the stereotype about guys acting like catching a cold is going to kill them? he is just that.

yes i love him no that does not protect him from slander

yes this is a scott slander post what about it

granted he's got a pretty good immune system so he doesn't get sick very often. but when he does, he is very vocal about it. he's the type to lay on the couch and complain about how he feels like he's dying and how this is the worst he's ever felt /everr/ meanwhile charles is standing in the background sipping coffee like 🙄

benefits of having a doctor as a roommate, he doesn't usually stay sick for too long since charles knows what to tell him to pick up to lessen symptoms. he rarely stays sick for more than a few days at a time, but when he does, you probably don't want to be around him lmaoo

he is genuinely appreciative of anything people do for him while he's sick though, even if he doesn't always act like it in the moment. if you stop by with some soup or medicine or just offer to hang out and watch some movies with him to keep him company, he'll definitely pay you back for it in the future.

however he is. simultaneously the worst and the best when you get sick. depending on how sick you are he doesn't have as many reservations about hanging out with you because he knows it takes a lot to get him sick, but he also doesn't really know how to comfort you lol. he tries his best, though, and he's definitely down to make you as much soup as you want 😌

#x pablo <3 #x rafael <3 #x kenny <3 #x scott <3 #x my writing #coral island headcanons #coral island imagines #writing requests #asks #coral island writing #anon #coral island #romance

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pinayelf · 3 months

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IM FINE IM FINE IM FINE IM FI NE I M OKAY IM NORMAL

IM OKAY AND IM FINE AND NOT UNWELL

#coral island #noah coral island #noah juma #immy x noah #immy lacanilao #coral island pt #im actusally abpit to break my laptop in half #its over for me i fear #im ltginietnhisisaisisi #i had to pause the game becausue im ltieially nrfiisidi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#iM GONNA TRY TO MAKE GIFS LATER CAUSE THESE ARE FORM ME TAKING A SCREEN RECORDING #BUT IDK HOW WELL THESE WOULD TRANSLATE INTO GIFS MAYBE JUST THE KISS IF THE QUALITY ISNT TOO BAD BUT #HELP I NEED HELP RN I NEED TO BE SEDATED #I NEED TO DRAW THIS SOON

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To The Land of Dawn

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Context: ♂️ Yueme, having no place to go for the summer goes with Lucian to have a break from all the troubles NRC gave them( and the great sevens.)

As Lucian gave Yueme a tour around the Land of Dawn, the young knight could feel like someone might be spying on them. Can the hero protect the so-called "evil flower"?

One Weak Before

Yueme: “Why did you call me Crowley?”

The crow head mage had called Yueme out of the blue. In the headmage's office, they could also see that the housewarden boys were there as well. They might have been in the middle of their meeting.

Crowley: “Your upper classmates have decided for you to go for the summer break.”

Yueme: “What?”

Vil: “Before that, you were going to let them be all alone, here in an empty campus where they have to be a security.”

Azul: “Which is why they should stay at the Coral Seas for the summer. I'm sure Yuu would be happy to enjoy.”

Leona: “As if. They can go to the Sunset Savanna where they will be treated well.”

‘Here we go again…where do you guys want to go?’

‘Why are you asking for that rose? You deserve yourself so you choose where you want to stay for the summer break.’ (QoH)

‘She's right. You need a break, but a break for yourself to enjoy.’ (Jafar)

Yueme, ignoring the housewardens as they were arguing, he then remembered Lucian's words, saying he could go with him to his place for the summer. There were still some topics that they needed to talk about before sophomore year. And to get to the bottom of Lucian's “quest”.

Oh wait…there were still more, Crowley’s “promise.”

Yueme: “Dire Crowley may I speak with you in private?”

Crowley: “Eh? Um…of course. Housewardens, you may leave.”

‘What are you doing, vessel?’ (EQ)

‘You'll see.’

Malleus: “Child of man, I hope you choose to come to Briar of Valley with me.”

‘I don't think I can move on from what happened…you still hurt me, and yet I'm still forced to forgive you from your tragic backstory.’

As the others left, it was only them and Crowley.

Crowley: “Yuu- oh should I say, Yueme. What do you need to ask your gracious headmage-”

Yueme: “Is there really no way for me to return?”

Crowley: “!”

Great Sevens: “!?”

____________________________

2 days left before the summer break

Adeuce: So you're staying in Twisted Wonderland forever?!

Jack: Don't say it like that. That just makes things worse for them to cope with.

Sebek: Yeah, it doesn't. We're here to comfort Yueme, not the opposite.

Back at Ramshackle, Yueme calls the first year's for comfort, not slightly crying on the lounge room couch as Epel hugging them.

Ortho: Then, Yueme. Do you have a destination you want to stay for the summer break?

Yueme: Well that's the problem. I don't want to stay with any of the overblot boys, that's the first option. I wanted to ask any of you guys if I can stay at your place if that's alright with you all.

Epel: Well… you can't go with either Ortho or Sebek because of Idia and Malleus.

Sebek: I could understand why…

Ortho: And there are no other entertainment events in the Isle of Lamentation, other than technology advances…

Yueme: Thank you two for understanding.

Ace: You can come along in the Queendom of Roses if you like.

Deuce: Even though me and Ace live in different places, we can still meet each other to hang out.

Yueme: Hm…I still don't know where Riddle lives and the possibilities of running into each other…

In Yueme's head, the Queen of Hearts felt joy as they could go visit the country where her origins are. Though maybe next time, she couldn't forget how Riddle insulted Yueme and the seven's (flashback to Book 1). Though, she doesn't hate Riddle, just wishes the insult did not happen.

Yueme: I…don't know. *sigh* This is getting frustrating. I just want one normal vacation. Is that too much to ask?

Jack: Then the only option is staying at Sage Island.

Yueme:... Okay then. Can I ask you guys something? I need to swear you don't tell this anyone on this. Especially your housewardens.

First years: ?

Yueme: Just promise you won't freak out.

Yueme: I recently talk to a rsa student-

First years: WHAT?!

Yueme: ‘I ask for one thing, is it too much to ask?’

Great sevens: ‘Yes.’

Took awhile to calm them down as Yueme told how he met Lucian and staying over at the Land of Dawn for the summer break. Sebek, Epel, and Jack agree that Yueme should go with Lucian. As for the others, we're against it.

Could you blame them?

Ortho and the Adeuce duo were worried for their friend's safety, who knows if Lucian might harm them with no one protecting them. Little do they know they have the most historic figures as their guardians and familiars that Yueme could summon. As as can use their magic.

Deuce: Yueme, do you really trust that guy?

Yueme: We share our stories together…that's got to count something…

Ace: How about this. Yueme, promise to us to stop hanging out with him if he dares hurt you in any way. Got it?

Yueme: Pft! Okay, I will.

Ace: Promise?

Yueme: I promise.

Jack: You said that and ended up either forgetting or breaking the promise.

Ortho: That's Yuu for sure.

To Present

“And that’s how it went. My ghost uncles said they would be able to look after Night Raven College for the summer break.”

Yueme and Lucian are now on the cruise ship that takes them to the Land of Dawn’s port. Luckily since the Land of Dawn is close to Sage Island, it'll only take one cruise ship to get there. But returning back will be a different story.

Their rooms are pretty decent as there are two comfy beds and a small desk table between. A bathroom, small fridge filled with a couple of snacks. In Yueme’s perspective, this was their first time in a different world traveling in a cruise ship was new to them as well for Grim and Felicia.

Grim and Felicia were staring at the window, fascinated at the wide sea. Both vessels, already parent figures, could tell one of them was hungry as the beast familiar’s mouth was watering.

“Grim, are you hungry?”

“Hm? I'm kinda thirsty just by seeing the ocean.”

“Mrow, I am kind of hungry myself. Lucian, I want my salmon.”

8 hours later~

They arrived at last. Luckily, none of the group had sea sickness so it was worth the trip.

“My apartment should be about 15 miles away from here. I'll call a taxi to pick us up.”

“Lucian! I'm hungry! Do you have any leftovers?”

“No, I don't. You ate them all.”

Yueme pulled out a foil object which was a sandwich he kept just in case.

“I still have this chicken sandwich if you want Felicia.”

“You have that this whole time? Give it to me!”

“No! You ate my dinner after you finished your’s. Give me the chicken sandwich, Yueme!”

The cat beasts fight over a sandwich, which ends up Yueme tearing the sandwich into two.

“Here you go. Just sit down patiently for the taxi to arrive.”

“I'm surprised you managed to also calm Felicia. She wouldn't listen to any adults or classmates at school but me.”

“Both of them are similar for having a big appetite. I'm already used to it.”

The taxi arrives. After 10 minutes, the group finally arrives at Lucian's apartment. Yueme and the cat beasts were surprised by how big it was, how guarded it was, and how detailed it was.

“Do you like it guys?”

“It's so pretty!”

“So…tall.”

“…I feel so poor right now.”

“Pft! Hahaha. Sorry. I was given this place as my temporary home till I became an adult.

‘Hey, kiddo. Ask if he can slide some money.’ (Hades)

‘Hey! I may be poor, but I'm not going to ask like a whore.’

‘*Sigh*’ (EQ, Jafar, Scar, Maleficent)

‘You can still ask though, bell rose.' (QoH)

‘The option still stands, Jellyfish.’ (Ursula)

‘Mom!’

Lucian then forgot to tell them that his place was at the 6th floor high. They could have used the elevator, but they can't as it was broken and it'll be fixed by next week.

“There's no way I'm walking upstairs for about 30 minutes.”

“It's okay then. Felicia, get on my shoulder. Can you carry grim to your shoulder, Yueme?”

“I can, why do you ask?”

Lucian's plan is simple. Carrying both luggages of his and Yueme's by borrowing Hercule’s strength to carry to his place. Yueme suggests that they are fine carrying their own luggage bag, but Lucian insists that he should do the carrying as it was his idea for the both and cat familiars to spend time together for the break.

30 minutes later…

Finally, they made it at last. Grim and Felicia went exploring around the room as Lucian put the luggages at the living room area and lay down on the floor to rest.

“You good, Lucian?”

“I'll get up in about 5 minutes. I'm fine.”

“Well, I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me and Grim to your place. I have some questions that I need to discuss with you-”

CRASH

“Or maybe later. I'll go check on them.”

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???: Anything yet?

???: I'm afraid not, your majesty.

King ???: Keep your eyes on those brats. You hear me? Never to lose sight of them.

???: Yes, or course.

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Days went by as the two vessels went out shopping at a popular mall for all citizens and tourists. As for Grim and Felicia, Lucian had to get one of those pet strollers so that they wouldn't end up missing. Yueme was having the time of their life, not worrying about having to deal with another overblot nor their “gracious” headmage.

With Grim and Felicia, they were eating a couple of corndogs given out from the food court.

“Do you want to take a rest before heading to the next place?

“My feet are killing me, but I don't feel safe here as there's a lot of people here.”

Flashback to Lucian's apartment

“Lucian?”

“Yes, Yueme?”

“Would killing me solve your ‘quest.’”

Luciana dropped his happy expression to shock expression. How did Yueme figure it out? Oh wait, they are the “Evil Flower” vessel of the “Great Sevens”. His main mortal enemy, but with all those moments and getting to know more about each other, they were able to communicate and to be able to understand one another. He didn't want to ruin this relationship.

“Yueme, I have no intention of hurting you. I promise.”

“Though, there were multiple times when we were together alone. You could have fooled me and finished your work in order for you to go back to your normal life. But I'm glad you didn't.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“If you finish me off, both Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy rivalry would turn out to be a total mess. The one who would suffer the most would be the citizens of Sage Island.”

In Lucian's head, the noble sevens were surprised that Yueme seemed to care about people more than themself. Even those who had so much hate on them for being their enemy's child were able to see a glimpse of Yueme's true self.

“Oh! That reminds me of something. Me and you are able to read each other's mind. Even the “inner voices” too.”

“Huh!? I-I I!? A-and you were able to figure it out!?”

“Not really. During my free time, I read manwha’s that have the same cliché plot, same characters, and a bit of a different ending. If it makes you feel better, I block the inner voices so neither of us won't be able to hear something personal. I do know personal privacy.”

‘That human child scares me.’ (Simba)

‘Well, at least they seem nice.’ (Snow White)

‘Which brings the question, why are they so open about it?’ (Jasmine)

“But Yueme, why are you telling me this now?”

“This is just a conspiracy, but I believe someone, a third party, will either attack you or attack me. So far, I have no clue, but I do have a proposal. So hear me out.”

“We need each other in exchange to protect one another. You, Lucian, I need you to be my strength. While I shall be your wisdom. I do not harm you or your guardians, and you do the same. All I ask is for you to change my name to a suitable one. Now, do we have an agreement? Heroine?”

“..Yes. I shall be your strength. We're simply allies that need to figure out who is really behind it. As part of my fault for dragging you, I shall clear your name and a new name. The Moon Flower, vessel of the great sevens.”

End Flashback

“Aaaand…now!”

Both vessels carry their familiars as they are outside of the mall heading to a nearby public bus station. Grim and Felicia were so confused as to why they were running from as they dropped their delicious corn dogs that fell to the ground.

As Yueme predicted, there was a third party going after them but not knowing who could be behind it. The reason why they were heading to a public area instead of heading straight home was simply an old trick in the book. From what Yueme understands, the apartment Lucian lived in was given by the Queen of KoH herself. There might be more spies at the apartment, so they can't return back, so blending in the crowd will just do the work.

But what about magic? No, both of them are still students so they can't. Yueme still can't reveal about them being a vessel of the great sevens and neither for Lucian.

“So, hero. Do you wanna have parkour practice while we're at it?”

“Is that a challenge? Then how about race?”

“Last one buys more food for our cats!”

And that is how the white knight and the lone raven who were cautious to each other now become allies. Soon, the relationship would grow, and so the prophecy will soon reveal the actual truth.

#enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #twst great sevens #twst noble sevens #twst ocs #twst yueme #twst lucian mackinley #twst stories

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Rarepair Halloween Story Pt.4

Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: Urban legend

Warnings: this part includes gore and throwing up.

Azul was a bit unsettled after that news broadcast. Something so gruesome being done to an innocent man. And no one had any idea where the culprit was. Many cried out that the Sage Island's urban legend was coming back, which Azul didn't feel more reassured.

Truth be told, every place has it's urban legends. Azul knew all too well about the legend of the leviathan, but also about the ghosts of pirates that were haunting sunken ships. Just stories from the coral sea to scare small fry and keep them in line.

But, with the general mood and already days passing without any other incidents, Azul's nerves were calmed down a bit harder. Malleus was never scared to begin with, so he was mainly the shoulder to rely in this kind of situation.

Idia on the other hand...

Azul and Malleus did have their own little wierd sick habits, but Idia always seemed to surpass them. The fire head couldn't sleep properly, was ferreting around as if he was made out of pure sugar and his newest addition to his room was a big whiteboard, where Idia theorised about the said murder incident. Ortho called in, several times, either Azul, Malleus or both, to just take the fire head to sleep, because Ortho was aware his brother won't listen to him if it involves taking care of himself. Unfortunately Ortho didn't master yet the art of scamming as good as Azul.

This time, it was no different.

"Big brother... Come on... It's ridiculous!" Ortho insisted as Azul massaged his temples. Malleus was just looking curious at all the notes, not fully understanding their meaning and corelation with each other. None of the 3 really had any idea through what mental gymnastics Idia went, but it was a sign the fire head was sick and needed rest, not spilling his brains over a murder case.

"Nah! Hear me out! It all makes sense!" Idia pointed to an article paragraph. "The legend of the ink dweller..." Malleus read the title. "It's an urban legend... Idia this is ridiculous..." Azul pointed out. Ortho only shrugged. If he was a real boy, by now he was 100% sure he would have several headaches because of Idia today.

"But read the description of the monster tho... Tall, scrawny, with multiple arms, coming out of the forest on the new, half and full moon, Sneaking into mages's houses and stealing from their magic to satisfy it's hunger..." Idia read the description. "Not to add the fact that if it knows you saw it, it will kill you... No one saw it to ever tell if it was true... They were all sent straight to the afterlife and could never be found again... Only those who saw glimpses of it on a security camera made together an overall image..." Idia mused. The 3 looked at him, before in between them.

Yeah, sure, from all times Idia acted wierd when he was sick, this takes the cake.

"Idia... Darling..." Azul trailed, not knowing how to even tell the fire head about it. "Big brother, this is ridiculous." Ortho layed it out, flat and crystal clear. "Nah... Look... When that murder happened... It was on the new moon. In a few days, the half moon occurs... I tell you that with all the securities and everything, someone will probably get killed in 3 days." Idia declared. "dear... That is quite the declaration... Do you intend to prove this... Monster... To be real?" Malleus tilted his head. "It has to be! Everything just makes too much sense!" Idia insisted.

Malleus tho, was more of a man of action. Dragging Idia to bed, the Fae didn't even flinch when the other tried to get out. "You need rest." He demanded, as Azul exhaled and helped Ortho to go and charge. Ortho was thankful that Azul knew how to do small maintenance tasks. It was useful when Idia had to be forcefully put to rest.

And so, they waited. Waited to prove that Idia's theory was just a bunch of nonsense. Most days they would sleep all together, cuddled. Idia insisted that it would be a chance his illness was contagious, but it was either Idia gets well or all 3 of them get to suffer.

Although, Idia seemed very insistent on sleeping together on the pelicular half moon day.

"Idia, darling... I told you... I can't... It's Friday... And the lounge has prolonged shifts... I have to cover for some staff shortcomings, so I will probably come in very late..." "But zu-" "Shush! Malleus is also busy... With the VDC auditions, apparently his Vice failed and Malleus has to cheer him up..." The white haired boy mused as he put in front of Idia a cup of hot tea.

"So far... You didn't throw up anymore... And it looks like you gained back some color in your face... Although is hard to tell..." Malleus tilted his head. Idia only grumbled. It was a small silence, before the Fae prince seemed to catch onto something.

"Perhaps... Are you scared?" Malleus inquired. "Pff! Me?! Scared?! Psh! As if!" Idia puffed a bit awkwardly. Azul exhaled. "You know you can tell us if you are scared. I mean... Ortho is shut down until he finishes charging... It might feel pretty lonely if you can't sleep." Azul mused. "I am not a baby..." Idia protested. "It's just... Nevermind... Yeah... I can manage..." The fire head swatted away the conversation.

"if something happens, Idia... Me and Malleus are both on speed dial... Alright?" Azul reassured as Malleus gently kissed the fire head's forehead. "Yeah... I will be alright... I promise..." Idia creaked out a small smile.

In fact, everything was not alright.

Because Idia again found himself late in the night, throwing up his guts. It was just like the first night, when the murder occurred. Now it was the same. Painful stomachaches and everything spinning around. Idia didn't have the strength to even grab any of his devices to call. All he could do is see his theory board. He hoped the creature was real. He hoped that urban legend was true and some creature just reeks havoc in the city.

Teary eyes darted towards a small corner of his board, where a silly note was actually covering what Idia intended to put. Weakly taking the note down, Idia felt as if his nausea was calming down a bit, replaced by dread and overwhelming anxiety. There was a motive why Idia kept clinging to that urban legend possibility.

And looking at the 'Sleepwalking' written on the board, Idia wished he had the willpower to erase it from the possibilities.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twst malleus #twst idia #twst azul #azul x idia x malleus #Welp... It's officially that 'let's make a twst Boi suffer' period #Sorry Idia... But ya know :3

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