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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Parings: Merman!Jimin / Human!Arissa Genre/Trope: Mermaid AU, Fantasy AU, Angst Rating: 18+ Summary: Hearing her soul’s cry for help, Jimin risks it all to save Arissa from herself. Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Crying, Mentions of Blood, Almost Drowning, Kissing, Pet Names...Happy Ending?

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A/N: Shout out to @vvh0adie for beta reading this one for me.

Standing on the edge of the world, where the ocean and sand meet, Arissa let her tears fall as her heart breaks from within. The skies above darken; the once white cloud heavy and gray with the promise of rain as the wind starts to kick up. Mini sandstorms dance behind Arissa and she wails, her broken misery heard far beneath the depths of the raging waters in front of her. The overwhelming sense of grief, the hell like daggers piercing her heart with each breath, Arissa wants it all to stop. She steps forward, one foot after the other. The light purple gown, now a dark violet as it pulls her farther out to sea. The water should be cold, but nothing is colder than the emptiness of Arissa’s arms.

She feels numb, the tears falling from her face mixing with the water around her. Shouting from in the distance falls on deaf ears. A few yards in front of her, Arissa watches as the water bubbles and froths, a deep blue light slowly spills to the surface and Arissa’s stares as a blonde tangle of hair breaks the surface followed by even bluer eyes, the blackness of their pupils rimmed in a pale-yellow halo. More and more skin, pale and toned, pulled over never ending muscles greets Arissa’s tearfully eyes as a person seemingly appears before her.

Arissa knows she should scream, she should run away from the unknown man in front of her, but she can’t. He calls to her, silently over the crashing waves and shouts from on the shore. The man…if that’s what Arissa wishes to call him (for she can see the beginnings of a blue and silver scales around his waist) lifts his hand and holds it out for Arissa to take. His fingers are short, with flesh-colored claws for nails and webbing in between. Each finger is adored by the most beautiful rings Arissa has ever seen, they aren’t of this world and Arissa can’t look away.

The man wiggles his fingers gently, silently beckoning Arissa to take his hand. His silence holds the promise of something more; something unknown and absolute stuffed in a bottle and put high on a shelf for safe keeping. Arissa’s arm reaches out and the man’s eyes narrow, his arm lashes out, his finger claps around Arissa’s wrist and pulls her into his arms. His skin is cold, so very, very cold and Arissa’s mind starts to cloud over as the man’s chest rumbles with clicks and growls. Something shoots past them and the man hisses before he dives into the water below with Arissa tucked safely into his chest.

Arissa’s eyes slam shut, the saltwater making them burn and she tightens her hold around the man’s neck, keeping her legs curled above his waist. Her lungs burn and her head feels heavy as they move through the water easily. Arissa’s nails bite into the man’s shoulders and he looks down at her. Oh. Realizing his mistake, he stops swimming, his tail acting as an anchor as he floats in place with Arissa in his arms. Keeping one arm wrapped around Arissa’s waist, the man cups her face with his hand and Arissa’s flinches. He chirps at the sudden movement and rubs at Arissa’s cheek with his thumb, taking extra care not to cut her skin with his sharp claws.

Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, the man bites down, pricking the flesh to draw blood. He presses his lips to Arissa’s and forces the blood tinted water into her mouth. Arissa’s eyes open wide as the metallic tang burns her throat. The man slowly releases his arm from around Arissa’s waist as a watery scream rip from inside, pushing all the oxygen left in her body out into a million bubbles. She’s drowning. The water weighs her down, salty and harsh as it purges her body from the inside out. Arissa’s body is shaking, twitching every millisecond as a weight in her chest pushes down deep, locking its place in her stomach before it branches out and attacks her lower limbs.

Bee stings. Stubbing a toe. Paper cuts. Banging an elbow on the corner of a desk. This is the pain Arissa feels and more as her vision starts to fade to black. A gentle hand, a warmth Arissa has long forgotten embraces her and she gives in, allowing the darkness to pull her under.

Humming. Soft and calming, pulls Arissa from the darkness; acting as a beacon to search for in the throes of lingering pain. What a strange dream Arissa finds herself waking up from. Mermaids aren’t real and yet Arissa wishes more than anything to see that beautiful face when she opens her eyes. A touch, softer than anything Arissa has ever felt, makes her sigh, and blindly reach for the lost contact when the warmth pulls away.

“Are you awake, my pearl?”

Whose voice is that? It’s so soothing and protective. Is she still dreaming? Arissa opens her eyes and is blinded by a cornucopia of astounding color. Radiant blues, vivid green and sparkling whites flutter through…water? Arissa sits up, her eyes blinking rapidly as she takes in the water around her.

“Easy…don’t push yourself, my pearl.”

Arissa almost forgot about the voice beside her, and she stares with even wider eyes at the man from her dreams. He’s even more breathtaking than she recalls. His face is cherub-like, lips a dark cyclamen and plushers than any lips she has kissed. Arissa’s eyes travel down his bare chest, his mauve nipples complement his tan skin and deep lines chiseled into him makes Arissa gulp. The man laughs and Arissa’s eyes zone in on the blue and silver fin that sways by his side. The man bites his lip teasingly and leans in close, the water between his lips and Arissa’s heating up slightly as he stares into her brown eyes.

“Don’t tempt me, treasure.” Arissa’s eyes flicker to the man’s mouth and his tongue darts out, licking them before he presses a ghost of a kiss to her lips. He rests his forehead against Arissa’s and sighs, “You still haven’t recovered from the transformation.”

Arissa catches the movement of the man’s hand, and she freezes when she notices that instead of his hand resting on her thighs, underneath the man’s hand is a tail, the scales a mix of red, orange and every shade in between.

“W-what did you do to me?” Arissa’s words waver as she hesitates to touch her own tail. The man smiles and trials the nail of one of his fingers along the top of Arissa’s scales.

“Do to you?” The man repeats the question and stares into Arissa’s eyes. “I answered your call. Your soul screamed so loud that day on the surface. I couldn’t ignore you anymore, treasure.”

“You-”

“Jimin. My name is Jimin.”

Arissa looks down at her tail and tries to remember what happened before Jimin took her away. Her soul called out to him? Her memory is fuzzy and Jimin can see the internal battle that Arissa is having. He cups her face in his hands and forces her to look into his eyes gently.

“It’s okay that you don’t remember. Human’s memories of their old lives above the surface always leave once they transform. The misery you were in must have been excruciating if you were willing to give yourself to the sea.”

Arissa’s lower lip trembles at Jimin’s words and he coos softly, pulling her into his lap. Jimin tucks Arissa’s head under his chin and starts to hum the song from before.

“I’m here, my pearl. I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you again.”

#soc blacktober #day 18 #park jimin fic #bts ambw #mermaid!jimin #mermaid au #jayde heiress #soc jimin #tw attempted suicide #tw blood

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holy-cagnolli · 1 year

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Alright, so here's the whole shpeal of my Bonetree Family History from Twitter:

Hi! My name is Octavio Bonetree, he/they. I am 7'5" tall, I have a couple levels of Barbarian and Paladin, my favorite food is anything halfling, and I am gainfully in love with a drop-dead gorgeous merman son of a siren and a shark god.

I began as a chaotic evil berserker. Part of my shitty behaviors were inspired by my Mama Bonetree, who was a strict and brutal mother up until she ate my kind, gentle, supportive, and inspiring father. For a brief stint, I used Twitter to run for election as mayor of a town I still do not know the name of. For some reason, Strahd Von Zarovich piqued my interest in becoming a vampire gnoll town lord, so he spirited me away through the Mists to turn me into a Higher Vampire. I believed this change in locale would be temporary. It was not. Though I won the Twitter election (which the peasantry did not possess the technology to vote in), my title was abdicated and I resolved to be a local menace in Barovia for a while. There, I met my roommate Westley, and after a months-long escapade which made me doubt my 18 Intelligence, I discovered he was a werewolf. I also met my pet halfling Nugget, who I adopted into my house and let him do his thing even if he ended up cooking the food I was going to cook.

It was Christmas two years ago that my Mama Bonetree brought me my greatest Christmas gift yet: she had captured and boxed a merman and gave him to me. His name is Ray, he has the tail of a blue shark, platinum blonde hair, perfect (yet very moist) skin, an enchanting singing voice, an expertise in grappling, and an incredibly snarky personality. I released him into Lake Zarovich, and we got to talking. Both of us being beastfolk, we fell for each other quickly. I spend the bulk of my energy posting about him, because I love him even more than I love eating tasty halflings. We spent many nights underwater, cuddling each other for warmth next to warm rocks, dining on the many MANY corpses deposited daily in shady Barovia. We moved a couple times, and right now we're living in a sinking seaside manor in the Feywild.

Ray's mother is a Siren (and a damn good one, excelling at karmic justice) and his father is an oceanic god of sharks, both amicably divorced. Ray's adult life was punctuated by his ex-boyfriend, who was a sahuagin bishop of the shark cult that grew an obsessive personality over Ray. Ray broke up with him, who at that time gained even more status as Ray's partner, and this toad branded Ray a Betrayer God of the faith, and cast him out. His father, despite being almighty, did nothing to stop this, so Ray got used to a solitary life. He lost himself for a while, but we found ourselves when we found each other.

Mama Bonetree is my mother. She could kill Yeenoghu if I asked her to. Her skin is nigh impenetrable, her strength uncomparable, her love eternal. She was once a cruel matriarch, but she decided to become a better parent after recognizing my father was one of the best and then eating him to gain his power. She knows Ray has changed me to be Chaotic Good (or sometimes neutral), and she's proud of me nonetheless. She is the best cook I have ever known. She also gave birth to my two trans siblings, Seamus "Gnollzilla" Bonetree the wizard collegiate (that was a whole thing for Mama Bonetree who advised us not to be "squishy") and my sister Razeena Rorxath Myllene Apple Regta Bonetree II, who is Mama's name successor. We are one big happy chaotic gnoll family! Mama has a special pride in my found family Ray, and defends him even more fiercely than she does me or my siblings.

We get into many antics and I will be keeping you all updated on them as time goes on! This is the gist of my family and backstory!

#dnd oc #dnd character #merman #gnoll

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oh-beyond · 5 years

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Barbie has finally done the concept Suhito deserves 🧜🏼

#suho #junmyeon #merman suho #this #imagine #continuation of electric kiss #in blonde #he's released in to the ocean and he's a blonde merman

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efoxkitty · 3 years

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As a late celebration for 50 followers, have my favourite fight from the arrangedmarriage!AU featuring merman!Jimmy and avian!Joey.

https://efoxkitty.tumblr.com/post/660758520511315968/lovers-of-cursed-aus-and-normal-aus-alike-i

Context: Jimmy had moved in with Joey in preparation for the married life. Going along with the arrangement means that Lizzie will ban trade with the lost kingdom. Breaking it off would mean the ocean empire is free to declare a war. Joey is literally stuck between a rock and hard place and tensions are high.

(...)

"Go on, play martyr for someone who has nothing to lose by killing innocent lives. I'm sure they'll all thank you." The avian scoffs.

"At least I'm trying to avoid war, unlike a certain someone." The blonde mumbles under his breath.

But Joey had heard that. "Oh I'm so sorry this is so terrible for you! The only reason I'm going throught with this deal is to save my kingdom, but if you want me to be the bad guy so badly, I'll gladly oblidge." he starts walking away, clearly done with the conversation.

"If you insist on making this marriage terrible, then be my guest." Jimmy yells at the retrearing back.

He sees the way the king tenses and then he turns around with a sweet smile plasted on his face. "Be your guest?" he repeats in a mocking tone and his green eyes shine with hate. "If I ever stepped into your kingdom, I would have been murdered on sight."

"I'm sure I could talk to Lizzie-"

"Ah, of course. The darling brother" The avian glares, as he slowly approaches the merman "How could I have forgotten?"

"You're horrible!"

"And you're weak. The only reason you're even alive is your sister. You're an overgrown cry baby and they expect me to marry you." he shakes his head "How much has my kingdom fallen from grace."

"I've tried being civil about this, but I won't let you insult me and my family!"

"What are you gonna do about it? Cry?"

"I'll beat you down in a sword duel and force you to apologize."

"You? Don't make me laugh. I could beat you with only one hand."

"So confident for someone with no real power" Jimmy shots back angrily, before the emperor pins him to a wall, hand on his throath.

"What now baby~" he says in a dark tone filled with so much poison "Going to cry for help? Tell on me to your big sister? Use all of your political power to take me down?" he mocks as he lifts him up. "Come on, suprise me fish boy."

Jimmy strugles against the hold, eyes blurring with the jaguar pattern he sees all over the walls, as he tries to pry the hands away.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue." Joey jokes and Jimmy can tell he's proud of that one. Or at least he thinks, with the way Joey laughs after "God, you're so stupid. Now you look like a dumb fish too." the brunette releases his hold and Jimmy slumps down the wall.

"If you kill me, Lizzie will make sure you regret it!" He coughs out, as he stares up at the king.

At the threath, Joey smiles, showing his fangs, as he leans closer. "In that case, she's more then welcome to try."

#empiresblr #empires smp #joey graceffa #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #Your move AU #fanfic

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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I meant to send this here but sent a message instead. Either way 🤣

I know you’re not doing much writing right now, but if you feel inclined to do something anything fucked up for Valentine’s Day with Flip or Captain Blowhole, it could be the sort of fucked up that we all deserve!

Take on Captain Blowhole vs Cupid?!? Like Cpt Hook and Tinker Bell, except Cupid is a full sized ugly ass man with a beer gut like captain Underpants! 🤣

I’m literally writing a fic I’m titling Flip vs Cupid where he has to go arrest a flasher on V Day and has to tackle him down and wrestle around etc

A/N: Holy fuckin’ shit man! The third part in the Siren Series is finally here.... Who the hell am I being so efficient this week! The is the final part and I am so fuckin’ proud of this series I just had the best time writing it out! I hope you all love it and thank you @safarigirlsp for sending in the ask to finish this love fest out!

Warnings: tw: violence, tw: death, tw: assault (we get slapped as well as we slap someone too), degradation, slight edging, unprotected sex, angst, mutual pining, fluff because I love these two so much, misuse of pirate puns and buccaneer banter, smut because we all love some of that cock talk, mentions of a certain ADCU character entering the mix (the tides will tell us)

The night was long and cold, the depths reaching near frigid temperatures as the Jolly Roger trudged on through the beacon. Frost building on either side of the hull, encasing the wood in a tomb of sorts, causing shivers to radiate from the crew as the soft snow fell around them.

“C-Cap,” Ron shuddered at the wheel, his eyelashes coated in snowflakes as he kept Flip’s course steady and true, “you sure we’re goin’ the r-right way,” he shivered rubbing his extended arm to cultivate some heat while he waited for a response.

Flip coughed, a thick fog releasing from his mouth as he glanced up slowly, his inky locks coated in a slick of frost as well.

“It has to be,” he muttered, the vortex of the lights cascading around the entirety of the ship in a tube as the snow kept falling.

He glanced back down, running a quivering finger down the direction of the map, huffing when he noticed the course was tried and true to where his trusty ship was heading.

His chorus of shudders racking his body upon glancing back up at his lethargic crew, the snow and ice impeding them from their usual performances. The track of light fell where the sea met the sky, the eerie silence causing even more confusion as he noticed the pulsing of the colors in the distance.

He wondered if you were at the end of this so-called rainbow. If you would even recall who he was, let alone let you be taken by him again.

The shame settling over him in a veil as he began to worry about your rejection. You were completely out of his league in every aspect, including the fact that you could breathe underwater. What if he had set sail to track you down for nothing? Were you already occupied with another sailor, like a whore? Or was it just not meant to be based on the differences you shared?

Either way, his grouchy ass had to find that out on his own, rules be damned. You had been on his mind every single day since he’d taken you on those golden shores. Your face framed by the sun lived rent-free, your luscious body sand-covered and begging for him, your gorgeous voice echoing his name as a song in his head. It was all intoxicating and he had to hear you again before he burst into flames.

The vortex grew brighter and brighter, the sound of an impending whirlpool approaching with rapid speed in the direction of the ship. The crew jumping from the frigid conditions instantly as the hull rocked from the waves picking up and the amplified light.

“Hold steady boys!” his booming voice echoed through the deck as they scrambled to their stations, little puffs of fog making their way to the illuminated ceiling of the tunnel as they made ready for the next part of the journey.

“Cap?!” Ron frightened slightly as the wheel took on a mind of its own, spinning a fury while the bow dipped into the water vortex, “Cap what do I fuckin’ do?!” the both of them holding on for dear life as they began to spin down into the whirlpool.

“Hold the fuck on!” he gritted out, reaching for any piece of wood around them to ground them to the deck, the sounds of cries and yelps radiating through as the boat hurled towards the blackened center of the pool, a bright wormhole opening to glisten in his pupils as they approached it.

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” Ron cried out, completely scared out of his wits, grabbing onto the same piece of wood as his pal was, “Cap what’s going on?!” screaming at him while he watched Flip fixated on the light.

“I think it’s the entrance,” he spoke almost calmly, his ship barreling into the bright beacon with the littlest efforts, the entire crew stifling the light from their eyes with hands raised as it was sucked inward.

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“Daddy what the hell is going on?!” you huffed into the throne room, your parents perched in their rightful places as you blew a huff of bubbles out in annoyance.

“I was busy,” crossing your arms as your tail spanned below you in a cascade of greens and blues, your hair flowing in the clear water as you scrunched your face.

“Watch your mouth, Y/N,” he commanded, pointing his trident in your direction, the threat causing you to roll your eyes and brush a hand in disgust.

After you had returned from your escapade, the torture had ensued. Your father put more pressure on you to fulfill his wishes of becoming married to the most suitable bachelor in the Seven Seas.

The thought of anyone but your sailor boy making you gag audibly as he showed you suitor after suitor for weeks and weeks, only to find himself more annoyed at your defiance of him.

“The time has come my daughter,” he boomed, your mother smiling uncomfortably at the exchange, gulping loudly before he continued his power trip over your duties as a Princess.

“The time has come for what?” scrunching your eyebrows at him in more annoyance as he smirked devilishly at you.

“For you to meet your betrothed,” he cooed, the bubbles condescendingly falling from his trout mouth as your jaw dropped before him.

You pushed a finger in your ear, making sure to clean it out properly before answering him back, “I’m sorry… my who?!” your eyes bugging out of your head before you could lunge at him in a fury.

“You know exactly what I said,” darkly speaking as he gestured his staff to open the double doors, revealing a merman as they escorted him to the side of your father.

“My sweet daughter,” he pandered, “this… is Matthew… The new future King of the Ocean,” the tall, blonde gentleman smiling as brightly as a guppy while he was doted on by your father. The sight of them nauseating you to no end as you surveyed him.

Arms still crossed over your covered tits, pushing them out slightly as you inched forward to take him in further. He wasn’t completely hideous, you thought to yourself, his face chiseled and handsome. His body was built heavy and stacked, abdominals straining under his scaled skin as you watched him speak in hushed tones to your father. His hair a cascade of golds and yellows, as the curls satisfyingly framed his face. But he wasn’t your sailor.

Your handsome, tall, and dark buccaneer. The one with the chiseled features, thick black locks, and a heavy swinging cock. He wasn’t even close to him, and would never be in your mind.

You looked around while they had their little conference, rudely ignoring your presence as you surveyed the room, wondering if you could make a break for it and go find your love again.

It wouldn’t be too hard, you thought, he wasn’t that elusive in any sense of the word. You knew his ship from stem to stern, having conjured it back from the depths while he laid passed out on the sand that day.

Recalled what his crew looked like, grabbing each of them from the Locker one by one to revive them. It would be as simple as recalling his trails he’d left coupled with your gift of echolocation to find him before he even blinked. You considered it. Biting a lip as you darted panicked eyes between the armed guards at all exits.

“Y/N,” your father cleared his throat, “are you going to introduce yourself to your future King?” he smiled again, extending a hand for yours to come closer.

“I’m so sorry about her,” he gripped your fingers in a death grip, a hiss coming out of your throat as he pulsed them, “she’s kind of spacey… forgive me,” pushing you to collide with his thick body in a thud.

“Ow! Fuck!” pushing him off you in an instant, putting your hands over your tits as they throbbed from the collision.

Another blow to the back of your head via the trident, “watch your whore mouth!” he boomed again, “I am deeply sorry, Matthew,” he smiled fakely again.

“It’s perfectly fine, Your Highness,” he bowed slightly, “I like my women a bit feisty,” the fire burning in his eyes as he glared down at you.

“The challenge of it all is… tantalizing,” taking your hand in his and bending down to lightly kiss it, the disgust fanning over you as his lips touched your scales.

“Y/N,” he cooed beneath you, “it is a pleasure to be in the presence of such… beauty,” the waft of heart-shaped bubbles escaping his lips as he weaved his words.

You pulled your hand, nursing it as you rubbed the spot where his snake-like lips had touched it, feeling utterly violated as your lips formed a pout in his direction.

You contemplated for a moment, going over the positives and negatives as you watched him gaze at you, his handsome features no doubt hiding his true identity underneath. You rustled up to meet his eye line, your eyes becoming slits as you whispered, “You will never be my betrothed,” you menacingly growled, fangs snarling in his direction as you watched the flames blaze from a soft pink in his eyes to a glowing red.

“You disgusting, conniving, snake!” landing a hard slap on his face before a shrill scream left your mother in awe of your actions.

“You little bitch!” he hissed, watching the anger boil over you while your father lit up behind you in a rage.

“How dare you, Y/N!” he boomed again, “you’re going to marry Matthew if it’s my last dying wish!” the tears spilling down your face as you spun around to meet his gaze.

“Make me daddy!” you spat in his face, ready to give him another set of choice words before a huge flash of light interrupted the party.

The whole group turning glances at each other, “did someone open the portal?” your mother putting her hand over her mouth in fear, cowering behind your father in a fit that made you cringe.

“Your Highness, I can go check it out… There’s no reason for you to be put in danger over this,” he bravely puffed his chest out like a pompous jerk, patting the top of your head like a child.

“Stay here my fiery siren,” he spewed, the nickname making you shoot daggers his way as he swam his way out of the balcony. All of you collectively inching out to see a huge bubble encasing a massive ship in the middle of the city.

Gasps of shocked cries ringing out as passerby gazed in wonder at the bubbling orb floating in suspense, seemingly unphased by the fact it was smack dab in the center of a lost city.

You squinted, not looking at your slimy suitor but the boat encased in the waves, cocking your head as it came clearer into your view.

You audibly gasped, the flurry of bubbles and a wave as you placed both hands over your mouth, hoping your parents didn’t notice your surprise.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” your dad placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, “when he gets back you can ask for an apology… I know he’s a man of reason,” smirking down thinking you were worried for his safety.

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“What the fuck?!” Flip scared out of his wits echoed as his voice reverberated along the walls of the water bubble. His crew shouting all kinds of curses as they prayed Hail Mary’s over the devil magic that had brought them to their orbed hell.

He panicked, running from all sides of the ship, rubbing his eyes as he gazed around at the majesty that had cleared around the encasement.

The city was a beacon in the depths of the darkness. The cool blue waters surrounding all sides of him in a tropical paradise littered with all colors of fish, seaweed, glorious statues, and towers, all centered around a glimmering castle.

He gulped when he caught a glance of panicked merfolk, the realization that they were circling he and his crew sending him spiraling as he gleefully smiled at his successful venture.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he gasped, “Ron… R-Ron we made it,” he panted, begging his buddy to pinch him to see if he was dreaming. It was just as the books had revealed. The mecca in the ocean was lost to all the land dwellers in a mysterious flash. Yet here he was, face to face with a slew of shocked faces gazing at him like they were the fish out of water.

“W-what do we do now, Cap?” Ron tugged at his jacket, Flip frozen in place just like his crew as they deadpanned the scene before them of hoards of merpeople all ages crowding around their forcefield.

“I-I’m not entirely sure,” he quipped back, “I didn’t think we’d actually get this far,” gripping his friend’s hand on his shoulder before shuffling it off of him. He walked towards the starboard bow, coming face to face with a pink-tinged merman.

The tips of his blonde locks a rose color, his chiseled face looking slightly similar in character to him. It was eerie how close their bone structure was, like looking in a mirror but morphed into a blonde wig instead of his trademark black waves. He cocked his face to the side, the handsome face doing a similar gesture as his pink irises came into a clear view. The slits of his pupils boring into Flip’s golden ones as he surveyed his near doppelganger.

He cleared his throat, thinking to speak, and then possibly realizing it may not be heard via the separation between him and the mysterious fish. He squared him up even further, glancing down the expanse of his thick chest, rippling abs, and his stark pink tail, whipping in the waves as he noticed him doing the same thing.

The silent exchange making Flip shiver with unsureness. He had never felt this way. He had stormed a slew of shores in his days, being the young swashbuckler he was, and come across many a menacing buccaneer, and slew them like the stud he was.

But this… was enemy territory… and by enemy, he knew he was number one on the crowd’s list. The foreigner who crashed into town unannounced, and unwelcome, all to search for a woman. Isn’t that how it always goes though?

“What have you come here for, sailor?” the haunting voice of the merman penetrating the wall in a clear, melodious tone, like he was inside with them. The crew shuddering from the sound, begging Flip to look away as if he were Medusa.

He cleared his throat, breaking from the hold his gaze had on him, gripping the sides of his jacket as he spoke, “I’m here to find one of your kind, merman,” his eyebrow cocked as the man looked unimpressed at his response.

“Is that so?” he smirked, his fangs slightly showing as his voice, mesmerized Flip even further, “and who… may I ask, would you be possibly looking for 7,000 leagues under the sea?” the man entertaining his stupidity as he pandered to the captain.

“For your information, fish boy,” he sneered, not loving the condescension in his tone, “I’m looking for a siren…” meeting his menacing stare noses touching the wall of water between them.

“There’s a million sirens in this town, swashbuckler,” he chided, “you’re gonna have to be more specific… or are you too drunk to remember your own name?” the joke producing a fit of giggles from the crowd behind him.

“Sober as a stone, Pinky,” dishing it right back to him, a frown emerging from his lips at the degrading name, “Y/N… That’s her name,” the tone of his voice lowering as he watched the fire boil in the man’s eyes.

“Y/N?” his fists forming as his tinge on his entire body went from a blushed pink to a bright red, turning around to face you on the balcony.

You gulped, waiting for the mess to start as your betrothed beckoned you with a finger to the bubble.

“My darling,” he cooed, the flames boiling over as he tried to keep his composure, “you have a visitor,” gripping your hand in the same as your father had done the time before, a hiss leaving your lips as you flashed your fangs at him.

“You mean, Princess Y/N of the Sevens Seas? My betrothed?” he chanted, the anger completely seething from his teeth as he presented you to the captain.

Your shocked face coming nose to nose with your sailor in a fit of embarrassment as you realized he was dangling you like chum in front of him.

“Sailor?” you gasped, his handsome face becoming more clear as your delicate hands touched the side of the bubble, your magic clearing the path to a thin line to see his precious face gaze at you.

“Y/N?” his heart almost leaping out of his chest as his hands met the spot where yours were on the opposite side, “I thought I wouldn’t ever see your gorgeous face again,” wanting so badly to feel your plush lips on his as you watched his face soften at the sight of you.

“I’m here, Captain,” you quipped, trying to hide your expressions as the grip on the back of your head tightened from your other suitor. The blood boiling in his hands singing your scalp as he listened to you quietly spoke to your true love.

He jerked your body away from the wall, the feeling putting you into whiplash as he threw you back, “how dare you,” he seethed, his eyes glowing even brighter upon seeing you fawn over a human.

“How. Dare. You. Fucking slut!” the explosion of a fireball and a cascade of black bubbles emitting from his head as he blew his top.

“You fucked this garbage didn’t you, whore?!” he angrily pointed at you, your expression telling him everything as you darted glances between him and your sailor boy.

He towered over you, lifting a heavy hand to your face, and slapping you with all the effort he could muster, “answer me you fucking land lover!” the tears spilling as you tried to gulp the words out, your silence doing more to egg on his mood.

“Get your fuckin’ prissy hands off her and fight me like a fuckin’ man!” a booming voice echoed from the bubble, revealing a spent Flip, his jacket and hat torn off in a fury over the show he’d seen.

Matthew turned, steam shooting from his ears as he watched Flip stand his ground on his ship, “You wanna fight you fuckin’ bastard?!” inching to him and morphing himself to a human in a flash, his tinge not changed as he appeared on the deck, fire blazing in between his fingers as he stood toe to toe with the captain.

“Let’s fuckin’ fight,” he calmly huffed, his teeth hissing out heavy breaths as Flip removed his sword from his waist, standing ready to fight.

“Let’s go Pinky!” he gritted, moving to throw the first blow, metal colliding with his fiery fist in a flash of sparks.

The clanging of blows hitting in tandem as they danced across the upper deck of the ship. Flip bobbed every attack he had, same with Matt. The both of them reading each other’s movements like a dance before landing a crushing blow to the merman’s shoulder, the blood spewing out in a wave that splatter all over Flip’s shirt and exposed chest.

“You’re gonna regret that, sailor,” his devilish grin spurring him to attack faster and more agile as he landed an equally hard blow to the buccaneer’s midsection. The fire burning his skin in a sear of pain as he grunted a moan, stumbling back up while Matt chuckled at his victory.

“Had enough?” he pandered, cocking his fiery head to the captain.

“Not even close, fire crotch,” upturning a smirk as he jabbed another blow to his chest this time, the blade piercing in a spray of blood again as a cry rang out through the orb.

You watched in complete terror. Each blow getting more and more deadly as they duked it out.

Soon, Flip was gasping for breath, trying to center himself as he sustained more damage. Matthew noticing him falter under his superiority and making a note as he watched him weakly get back up after the last blow he’d taken to his stomach again.

“What’s the matter sailor?” he chided, loading up another crushing blow as he watched his enemy pant, his weapon falling at his side in exhaustion, “too much rum?” laughing as he landed a crushing blow to the top of his head, knocking Flip out cold underneath him.

He smirked, surveying the crew as they stood back, scared out of their boots. He huffed, walking to the edge to find you, panicked and shocked at the turn of events.

“My sweet love,” he cooed, the fire still burning at a dull roar as he spoke, “you’re going to forget this ever happened… and you will call me your King, just like you’re going to be my slave the rest of your days in this ocean,” his commands cutting you like a knife as you sobbed uncontrollably.

“Fuck you!” pounding on the bubble wall in a fit as he maniacally cackled in front of you, “I’ll never be yours, fucking pink bastard!” spitting as it fueled his raged laughs.

“Now, now…” he tsked, running a slick finger to where your forearm was rested on the wall, “I love my women feisty,” cooing again as you writhed in frustration and pain for your sailor.

Your eyes closed shut as you heard his evil cackle ring through your ears, only to look up when it was stifled by a muffle it seemed.

You glanced back up, eyes blurred as you blinked your vision back to see what had happened now.

Flip stood towering over the fireball, his sword logged from his back to poke out his beating heart like a skewer, while his thick hand fell over his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he succumbed to the sweet release of death.

“Heartless mother fucker,” he gritted, driving the sword back out of your betrothed, his limp body crashing to the deck in a thud.

“Flip!” you cried, pawing at the wall when his gaze met yours, his exhausted body breathing a sigh of relief when he saw you.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he cooed, your tears dripping even further as you pined for his touch.

“Flip I-I’m so sorry,” you whined, wishing you had the right words to say in this exact moment, “I shouldn’t have ever… Fuck, I shouldn’t have left home!” beating the bubble again in a fit of self-pity as you watched him wince gripping his side in pain.

“Don’t ever apologize, sugar,” he cooed, the pained smile coming over his face as he limped over to you, “you’re the best adventure I’ve had,” putting a hand to meet yours on the wall again, both foreheads leaning to meet too as you both exhaled in adoration of each other.

“I-I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he admitted, his hushed tone so low that only you were able to hear it.

“Neither have I,” you whispered in the same tone, the smiles and fits of laughter falling over the both of you as the tears kept rolling.

“Can ya come with me? I need you… More than I care to admit,” he bashfully shied away, your face curling into pure joy as you realized what he had asked of you.

“You mean… Forever?” biting a lip to hear him beg for you.

“Well I didn’t fuckin’ cross the entire ocean, go down a tunnel of doomed light, swirl into a fuckin’ whirlpool, and fight pinky over here to just ask for one more night of sand sex,” kicking the limp noodle on the ground in a huff.

You laughed out loud, the bubbles leaving your mouth before you placed your finger over it in embarrassment.

You turned to glance at your parents, who, by now, had ventured through the crowd to marvel at the orb, seeing the debauchery unfold in horror.

“Daddy?” you questioned, wincing slightly as you turned around to see your father in complete shock.

“Daddy? I-I,” you couldn’t get the words out before your father wrapped you up in the biggest embrace he had ever given you. Your arms only wrapped around him after you realized what was occurring, the tears now a blubbering mess as you hid in his huge frame.

“Go,” were the words you heard. You looked up, shaking your head from side to side in denial as you wept in front of him.

“Go… have your freedom, my sweet baby girl,” placing a soft hand to your as he dried a tear from your cheek.

“B-but, daddy my duties, I-I,” he shushed you, looking with all of the love he could conjure up.

“Fuck all of that,” a laugh echoing from his lungs, “I want you to have an adventure… go find something worthwhile… and with someone you love… this place will still be here if you want to come back, sweet thing,” the words spilling from his lips causing your jaw to drop open again.

“Daddy, wha-,” wondering if this was all a charade to keep you here with them.

“This lad must truly love you if he trekked across the ocean to find you,” looking to Flip who was registering the conversation before his eyes.

“I think that says more about his character than any of the suitors we had picked for you,” his voice calm and collected as he spoke back to you. The silent exchange of love between you a welcome embrace to the fights you’d been having since you had turned thirteen.

“I-I do love him,” looking back to his boyish smile as he stumbled from the pain on his side again.

“I know you do, sweet siren,” he brushed a hair from your face, “now go… have an adventure I could never have,” pressing his forehead to yours as you both reveled in the peace of the exchange.

You broke your hug, barreling to your mother who had at this point, sobbed the entire ocean over sea level, and gave her the largest hug.

“I’ll be back mommy,” you cried, kissing her forehead as you back away from your family, waving at the crowd of folk surrounding you before morphing into your human form and sucking yourself into the bubble.

You gathered yourself, getting your wet hair back, and shuffling off the water as your soaked nude form came to his view.

“Hey sailor,” you cooed out, shy as you batted those gorgeous lashes his way, your silky body glistening with water droplets for the whole world to see.

“Hey there, my sweet siren,” he panted back, gulping some air as he winced in another round of pain.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, running to his aid, “sailor… You’re hurt,” putting a delicate hand to feel the heat from his abdominals pulsing under him.

“Nah,” he grunted, leaning on your for support as you walked his down to the double doors of the main deck, “I’m tough as they come, sugar, I’ll be fit as a fiddle in a few days,” wincing in pain again with a groan.

The crew had been eyeing your form as your cascaded down the stairs, tits and areolas bouncing, bare cunt flashed unbeknownst as you were more preoccupied with Flip and his health.

You both glanced around, wondering why the guys weren’t preparing to blast out of this popsicle stand. Their jaws gaping as they surveyed your ample curves, Flip’s face inches from a supple tit as he registered reality.

“Mother of fuck!” he got up, the pain in his voice echoed as he stood to cover your body with his, “get hold the sheet and get us the fuck outta here you peepin’ Tom’s!” he bellowed, the boys coming to attention and scrambling with their orders as they were still flustered over your beauty.

Flip pushed you back into the doors, trudging into his quarters with a thud as he landed on his bed. You went right to work, ripping his shirt off, and tending to his wounds while you both felt the ship take off to the surface.

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“You know you never told me you were a Princess,” his gruff voice whispered as the night had set over the sky, his body littered with bandages as you tended to each with the most care.

“Forgive me… The last time we were together it didn’t seem like the right time to bring it up,” you quipped back, earning a low hum from his chest to ring out.

“Matty boy was right… You are kinda feisty,” he quoted the smirk over his lips deepening as he watched your face scrunch in disgust over the name.

“If you’re trying to get some tonight, you’re not winning any style points by bringing that snake up,” pressing a little harder on a wound to see him writhe in pain slightly.

“Sorry, sugar,” he chided, “but it’s somewhat true,” he chuckled shying away as you tried to push on another cut to cause him some more pain.

“Such a smooth sailor,” you sang, your lips ghosting his as you drank in his musk.

“That’s what they call me,” he dished right back inching his mouth on yours in a dainty kiss.

The feeling was elating. Your lips connected in tandem as they begged for more, the tongues dancing in your mouths as his hands snaked to grip your bare tits in his thick digits.

A relieved gasp left your chest, followed by a moan when he ran his thumbs over your peaks, the circles to magical as they coaxed you to straddle his lap with a soft grind on his hardened erection.

“I missed these gorgeous tits,” he moaned, moving his lips to your right breast and sucking the life out of it before doing to same to the other.

You fumbled with his pants, pulling his bloomers down in a fervor as his cock sprung to attention, the weeping head falling in the direction of his left-leaning tower. It expanded the length of your thigh, the purple head, begging to be sucked up into your cunt as the precum slid on the inner meat of your leg.

“I missed this cock of yours, captain,” you moaned, your words egging him on as he assaulted your chest with a variety of bites and bruises, hands gripping your ass with all the strength he had in him.

You brought it to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your bud as it slicked up the wetness that had formed over the course of being reunited with your man. The feeling of it tapping your bean sending waves of electricity through your spine, throwing your head back as you sat on him inch by delicious inch.

“M-mother f-fuck,” he grit out, his teeth still encasing a nipple as he bit down on it in pleasure, “this fucking cunt,” his breath coming in hot and heavy as he watched your face fill with bliss.

“There’s nothin’ like this perfect pussy of yours,” he panted out, your grinding on his pelvis spurring his dirty mouth to spill out obscenities.

He bucked up into you, meeting your cervix with every push as he watched you edge yourself over him.

“You like your shores stormed, huh, siren,” he grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him as you fucked yourself into your release.

“I fuckin’ love this mast of yours,” echoing back as you rode out your orgasm, the feeling of his pubic hair and his tip knocking your spot a magical combination as you clenched around him in a death grip.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned out, the overwhelming feeling over your luscious cunt spilling all over him sending him into overdrive as he stilled your hips.

He spilled his swimmers deep into you, the endless waves of white coating your sandy beach in a glaze as he finished his motions under you. You fucked faces gasping for air as you both came down from the high of the night.

You collapsed on him, making sure to avoid his wounds as he kept a steady arm around you. Petting his chest as you felt a gush of spend escape your full cunt.

“I’m never gonna lose you again, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your head as he nuzzled you closer to him. Your leg wrapped around him in a koala as you both closed your eyes in bliss.

“Trust me, sailor,” you cooed back, letting out a heavy sigh, “I’m not goin’ anywhere now,” slowly drifting off to the sounds of his cold heart beating in your ears.

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im-totally-not-an-alien · 4 years

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Final Fantasy 7 prompts no 50 (!!!)

1. Cloud died on the mountain when he was young, but his mother refused to except his death. Instead, she lights a candle in the front window of her home every night, praying for the gods to return her little boy to her.

When Sephiroth and Zack arrive she begged for them to look for her little boy while they were on the mountain, to bring him home...even if it's just his bones.

They hesitantly accepted.

Cloud, as a ghost, appears to them and throws snowballs at them. The pair, ignorant about how long the boy had been missing, immediately attack to capture him, but he seems to disappear behind trees and rocks.

They kept losing him and they stayed with mama Strife for the night. The process repeats day after day.

She eventually starts mothering Sephiroth and they start filling the voids in each other's hearts, until one day the boy came to Zack and Sephiroth, thanked them, asked them to take care of his mom, and them faded away right before their eyes.

2. Both Zack and Cloud survived on the the Midgar cliffs, but where captured by the Turks and brought to Rufus to serve as his personal bodyguards.

Its clear that Rufus has other intentions for them, but Zack doesn't have a clue what they could be.

Cloud has an idea, since a lot of monsters have been escaping from the science department lately...

3. Sephiroth and Cloud are Soulmates.

Cloud thought soulmates were overrated and that he wasn't good enough for the general, not to mention he didn't really know anything about him.

Sephiroth, however, is almost obsessed with Cloud, and the idea of a fated love.

Genesis thinks its hilarious...for the first two weeks, afterwards its really annoying and the paperwork from the "romance incidents" started piling up, prompting Genesis to try teaching the Silver General to flirt, and when that failed he began pulling different people into the fiasco, making more and more of a mess until Strife finally surrenders and goes on a picnic near Kalm with his soulmate...and actually enjoys it now that he wasn't feeling forced and suffocated by everyone's expectations.

4. Sephiroth peering into Clouds shattered memories cause he has nothing better to do while being trapped in the lifestream.

5. Chocobos rescue Zack and comatose Cloud while they were running from Shinra, and accepted them as honorary Chocobos...though that might've been because of their hair...

6. AC cloud wakes up lying on the ground near a river with the General leaning over him. He scrambled into a salute, even while laying on the ground, "General, sir!"

Sephiroth peered at him, as though inspecting him. "At ease SOLDIER."

The blond looked dumbfounded for a moment before looking down at himself and making a small noise of surprise.

He was soaked and his chest and throat ached fiercely, but he was in a modified SOLDIER uniform. He was a SOLDIER!? When had that happened?!

Sephiroth, however, had already put together that Cloud had amnesia, and decided he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Besides, he deserved it for preforming CPR on his precious puppet and saving his life.

He basks in the glow of Reunion, thinking this is how it's supposed to be when he notices Cloud obeying every order he makes without question or hesitation, they fight together fluidly, destroying any monsters or towns they come across. Not once do Clouds memories threaten to come back, instead, his hold over his puppet only grows with time.

What people don't seem to realize is that Sephiroth was raised in the art of war, thus he was a genius strategist and could be ruthless and manipulative when he wished. He disposed of the blonds former friends one by one before they even had a chance to interfere. Starting with the fistfighter.

7. Time traveler Cloud becoming Midgars local cryptic.

8. Alternative reality Cloud walked into a W.R.O. meeting room but instead of seeing Reeve when he looked up he saw a bunch of glowing SOLDIER eyes staring at him. Worse, one pair belonged to Sephiroth.

Fuck.

He stared at the rooms occupants and they stared back, before the aforementioned silverette softly asked, "Cloud? Is that...really you?"

Cloud took a deep breath, turned around and walked right back out the door, deciding there wasn't enough coffee in the world to make him deal with this mess. It could be someone else's problem.

Sadly, the portal to that other world remained open, even after he heard the whoosh of the automatic door behind him.

8. A very confused Witcher hunting a very confused Cloud

Crack and angst. Crangst? Is that a thing?

It is now.

9. Clouds abilities interfered with Shelkes, causing both of them to be bodily transported into Cyberspace...and 10 years into the past.

The problem is that they can't get out. Shelke seems hesitant at first, but admits there's a reason the doesn't stay in her net dives for too long. Prolonged exposure can cause mental and emotional degradation, essentially robbing them of their sanity and eventually rendering them braindead.

Now their only hope is to contact someone in through technology, which thanks to their powers still interfering with eachothers, comes off as glitches in machinery and poltergeist activities. How will they get help in time?

10. Merman Cloud saving AVALANCHE in Junon after Merc. Zack had saved him in Midgar and released him into the ocean the first chance they got.

11. A heavily medicated Sephiroth overhears Time traveler Cloud admit that he was created using Cloud and Sephiroths DNA.

Sephiroth bursts in like, "You're my son?!"

"Oh, gods no." The blond muttered, mortified. He wasn't even given the chance to react beyond that before the general scooped him up and ran out the door, proudly proclaiming Strife to be his son and holding him in the air for all to see, all the while he kept muttering, "nonononono" and was powerless to do anything thanks to the combined efforts of shock and the Generals sheer joy emanating through his j cells.

"Congratulations General." A SOLDIER 2nd said calmly. Strife died a little inside as Kunsel snapped a photo

Later, a copy of the photo was blown up and the image of Sephiroth holding Strife helpless in the air was on display in the mess hall for all to see.

An anonymous letter was also sent to Hojo, congratulating him on his grandchild.

The scientists enraged screams could be heard even six floors down

12. Barret and Tifa where digging through the abandoned remains of the new Nebilheim, only to come across an underground series of chambers containing the slightly burnt items belonging to the villiagers before the massacre.

The brawny gunman brought the items belonging to child Cloud and his late mother to the blond, expecting a small thanks.

He wasn't expecting Cloud to break down over a picture of his mother, or to sob into his chest. He softly patted the former merc as he cried. Barret had no idea what to do with a rainy Cloud.

13. Some idiot left Cloud and Yuffie in charge of the boat.

When Cloud found the note he was livid. What kind of brainless morons left the two people with intense sea sickness alone on a boat?! What were they supposed to do if intruders arrive? Groan at them and hope they take pity?

14. Cloud never thought he'd be so grateful to see Sephiroth calmly walking towards him with his sword drawn

15. So, it turns out Genesis can use magic as a frog.

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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Paralian (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: reader is a virgin, oral (female), body worship, hand holding

Genre: Pirate!AU + Merfolk!AU + Royalty!AU

Synopsis: Far away, under the sea exists the merfolk Kingdom of Venetus. Y/N is a warrior princess, sworn to protect the nation she loves. Each night she and her unit are tasked with patrolling the ocean, until one night they come across an unmarked ship. The ship carries a dangerous secret which tears Y/N’s ideals apart. In the midst of escaping said danger, Y/N is forced to rely upon a Prince. The Prince of Pirates, whose fate and Y/N’s seem inexplicably entwined. Whether their meeting will end in joy or heartbreak remains to be seen. (A -very- loose retelling of The Little Mermaid).

Word Count: 6,530

A/N: This one shot takes place after Paralian, a one shot which can be found here. I highly recommend you read Paralian before reading this.

Leaning your hands on the rail of the ship, you stare at the inked sea before you.

The night is calm, as is the dark surface of the ocean. It is not yet the season for storms – that will come later, when the air of the city is heavy and stifling with heat. When it weighs upon skin as heavily as the water. This is what Jimin explained when you asked about Paralian seasons.

Turning, you survey the deck of the schooner. It has been several weeks since you arrived in Venetus. Already, you miss the warmth of the ocean, the familiarity of home and the faces of friends. Of course, Paralian is not all bad. Taehyung came with as an assistant of sorts. Ever since you met Jungkook’s crew, the young merman has harbored a fascination with humans.

You have made new friends as well; some of whom may one day mean as much to you as your merfolk. Still, everything about this land is different. There are many sectors of Venetus, but each Lord and Lady who presides respects your father as ruler. This is not so in Paralian. Many despised the old King and now, with Jungkook as monarch, they remain skeptical of his rule.

Each time you see Jungkook, he seems tired. Dark circles ever-present under his eyes and you hear from the servants he sleeps little at night. Even when he locks himself in his tower, it is only to work. He pours over histories of past, treaties of present and pushes himself to create new solutions. His tenacity is one you recognize and so, you respect it.

It is why you have not sent for him since your arrival. The best way to help is by doing your duty and so, you go about your daily business, meeting with foreign dignitaries at your father’s request. Your presence has provoked mixed reactions at best. Paralian remembers the war, even if you do not.

Still – you have achieved a few noteworthy items. Yoongi’s position on the Council is accepted and the slave trade in Paralian has ended. You initiated a coalition of aid to be sent to Aurelian in the hopes of ending their land-locked battle.

With a sigh, you glance again at the sea. There is still much to be done, but as your father always warns, permanent change takes time. He is right, but you have never been known for your patience.

Tightening your grip on the rail, you glance at the rich silk gown you wear. Earlier tonight your deck held a party. One thrown by Taehyung in an attempt to meet more of the Paralian nobility. For the most part it worked – although now, multiple women from Jungkook’s court are madly in love with the young, blonde merman.

Laughing softly, you drain the rest of your champagne.

Champagne is another thing you have tried since coming to Paralian. It is not available, nor is it practical under the sea – on land though, it is considered a delicacy. You cannot help but agree, since the fizzy sensation is wonderful, although you must be careful not to overindulge. The first time you drank, you did not understand and Taehyung spent the better part of an evening holding your hair over a bucket.

Vomiting is an unpleasant human sensation. Grimacing at this, you step away from the rail. Only a few Paralians remain onboard your ship. Taehyung is surrounded by admirers, as he usually is. Bringing him instead of Hoseok was a purposeful decision. Hoseok is many things, but charming is not one of them – this is something he knows and embraces. Taehyung is here to smooth over the feathers you ruffle.

He laughs at someone’s joke, the mercurial noise booming over the deck. Most of the party’s attendees have staggered to land, filling the halls of Paralian taverns until the wee hours of the morning. You will not follow – you cannot. Instead, you return to your cabin and prepare for tomorrow.

Another long day awaits, filled with small talk and meetings. Handing your glass to a server, you gather your skirts and cross towards your rooms. Taehyung catches your eye when you pass, beckoning to join the crowd at his side. The glass in his hand is still full, as are those of the people around him. Chuckling, you shake your head no and continue. It was a polite gesture, more than anything else; Taehyung knows the nobles are uncomfortable around you, due to your title.

Your cabins are at the far end of the hall, taking up the entire stern of the ship. It seemed extravagant when you boarded, but Taehyung insisted upon the arrangement. Half of politics is presentation, he argued and you reluctantly agreed.

The door creaks when it opens, pausing in darkness to fumble for a light. This is another difference between Paralian and home. In Venetus, all rooms are lit by bioluminescence but here, the lamps are oil and fire. Your fingers are clumsy striking the match; you nearly burn yourself twice in the process. In your first few days ashore, you burnt yourself often while becoming accustomed.

Your Paralian servants are always here to help, but you shoo them away. It is not because you do not trust them – although, come to think of it, perhaps you should not. You trust Jungkook and certain members of his court, but you cannot deny that animosity exists. You have experienced it often from the deck of your ship.

Releasing a sigh, you stare at yourself in the mirror. These quarters are another source of discomfort. Removing pins from your hair, you place these on the dresser. Living in Paralian, you are confined to this ship. Jimin once spoke of a wing Jungkook intends to build in the palace, one ankle-deep in water, but that is years away at best. In the meantime, you are forced to live within a few thousand square feet.

The claustrophobia is a far cry from your endless Kingdom of water. Glancing outside your window, you stare at the night sky. The stars seem dim in comparison to the town. Another oddity, in your opinion. Why bother to use artificial light, when the stars and moon are brighter than anything conjured?

Shaking your head, you begin to undo your laces – apparently, it is frowned upon for Paralian women to wear trousers – when a knock sounds at your door.

Your head jerks up, hands falling to your sides. It is unusual for someone to call upon you at this hour. Taehyung would not, unless it was an emergency and hurriedly, you rush to the door. Since leaving Venetus, you have not carried your sword on this ship. It lies, polished and unused, upon the oak of your desk. You stare at this for a moment before deciding against it. If someone truly wished you dead, they would not bother to knock.

Gripping the handle, you open the door.

Jungkook stands in the hall, framed by the moonlight.

You blink. Since your arrival, he has not visited once. Likely, this is due to his aforementioned schedule, but you cannot deny it hurts. After all that transpired between you, you thought – perhaps wrongly – he would wish to see you.

Jungkook clears his throat. “Good evening, Princess.”

“Evening?” Your brow raises despite yourself. “It is nearly midnight, Your Majesty.”

Jungkook makes a face. “There’s no need for such formality.”

“I believe you started it, Majesty, by calling me Princess.”

Jungkook stares for a moment, then smiles. “I suppose I did,” he admits.

He seems tired. Dark circles shadow his eyes, the crease of his jacket is wrinkled and his posture, normally impeccable, is slouched. The weight of his crown seems heavier than gold upon his brow. Still, he is beautiful and you cannot look away.

“Jungkook?” you prompt when he says nothing more. “Was there something you wanted to ask?”

“I – er, yes. No. Kind of?”

Your lips press together, hiding your amusement. “Well, which is it?”

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck. “I actually... came here to apologize.”

“Apologize?” Careful, you keep your words light. “Whatever for?”

“Please,” Jungkook murmurs. His gaze glints in the darkness. “I think you know what for. I have not been a very gracious host.”

“On the contrary.” Turning around, you re-enter your rooms. Leaving the door open, you invite him over the threshold. “My living spaces are adequate, my food always warm, my meetings arranged. It is everything an Ambassador could hope for.”

“You are not only an Ambassador to me.”

Your feet freeze, heart hammering your ribcage. His tone conjures memories which have haunted you for months. The press of his lips near the water, the whispered entreaties against your skin. You yearn for this, long to hear those words again – much in the same way you long for the sea.

The topic has not been revisited since your arrival and in this, you wondered if you were alone. Perhaps it was merely grief which caused him to kiss you. Perhaps he has forgotten, or time has lessened his wanting.

Behind you, the door softly closes. “Y/N.” Jungkook sounds distressed. “Say something.”

Your fingers curl into the fabric of your dress. “Say what?” you ask, hardly daring to breathe. If you turn around now, if you see him, there is no telling what you might do.

Jungkook’s footsteps grow closer behind you. “I would understand if you are angry.” He walks until he faces your front. “I – I know I should have come sooner.”

Tilting your chin up, you meet his gaze. “I don’t fault you for that.”

“Maybe you should.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“Mm.” Jungkook looks at you strangely. “But that isn’t why I stayed away.”

Reeling backwards, you attempt to compose your features. That is not what you thought he would say. “I – oh,” you stammer, uncertain what to do now.

Swiftly, Jungkook catches your hands in his. “I kept wanting to come,” he admits, slightly hoarse. “I did. And I was busy, but that wasn’t the main thing keeping me from you.”

“Oh?” Gaze roaming his face, your brow furrows. “Then, what was?”

“I was scared.”

“Scared? That doesn’t sound like the fearsome pirate I know.”

“Not a pirate anymore,” he reminds, glancing up at his crown. “In my short time as monarch, I’ve found Kings are afraid of all sorts of things.”

His words are reminiscent of your father. An entire Kingdom at his fingertips and what your father feared most was losing you, losing your mother. Slowly, you begin to understand what is bothering him.

“Jungkook,” you say kindly. “What frightens you?”

“Many things.” His grip tightens on yours. “I’m scared of leading my country to danger. Scared my instincts are all the wrong ones. I’m afraid of becoming attached,” he admits, “only to be hurt in the end.”

Heart constricting, you look down. Jungkook is still healing, that much is obvious – with the way his father died, you are not surprised. It is difficult for him to trust and you wonder if it was the wrong move to wait for him to come to you. Initially, you thought you were giving him space but maybe not. Jungkook has already told you his feelings, after all. You have yet to say anything.

Stepping closer, your hands find his arms. Jungkook inhales, startled.

“I can’t make you trust me,” you whisper. Your words echo what he once said to you.

Jungkook does not respond. His gaze is hesitant, looking at you.

“I can tell you what I feel, though.” Heart beating erratically, it elicits a similar sensation to the champagne.

Slowly, he nods, waiting for you to continue.

“I petitioned my father for weeks to let me be the Venetun Ambassador,” you quietly admit. “He didn’t want me to be, at first.”

“No?” Jungkook seems confused. “Why not?”

“It’s funny.” Gently, you laugh and shake your head. “I asked him the same thing. I think everyone else knew I was falling in love before I did.”

Jungkook freezes in place.

“Hoseok, my father...” Giving a shrug, you trail off. “I didn’t know what I was feeling. I didn’t know what to do with these feelings, what to call them – but Jungkook.” You seek out his gaze. “I have not stopped thinking of you since I left. I… I have only ever felt this way before with the sea.”

“The sea?”

With a nod, you step closer. “I have only ever felt this,” you inhale, “longing for the ocean before.”

Gaze darkening, Jungkook stares when your body presses to his. He is so close, your entire body throbs from the pulse of his heart.

“Everything I learn makes me want to know more,” you whisper. “Your kindness, your sincerity, this mark on your cheek.” Finally, you brush the scar with your fingers. “Everything that you are – I want to know more.”

“And what if you find me lacking?” Jungkook’s lips hover over yours. There is such joy to his expression, your legs nearly buckle.

“Impossible,” you say, eyes shining. “I find the opposite more likely.”

Jungkook makes a dismissive sound. “As though,” he exhales, pushing hair behind your ear. “I could ever lose interest in you.”

His hand does not stop. Tentatively, Jungkook trails fingers down your throat, your collarbone and hesitates at your shoulder. Repressing a shiver, you stare brazenly back. Without stopping to think, your hand closes over his and tugs the garment aside.

Jungkook inhales at your exposed skin. As though hypnotized, he bends to brush a kiss to your body. A moan escapes you before you can stop it, clutching his arms to hold yourself up.

“Y/N.” He looks upwards, hunger to his gaze. “What do you want from me?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Truthfully, you do not. You have not the words to describe what you want from him. All you know is you want more; you want him here and now, you do not want to wait.

Jungkook’s thumb brushes over your collarbone. “Is this…?” He hesitates, rethinking his words. “Have you ever…?”

Slowly, you shake your head no.

The idea of loving another is different for merfolk. Marriage is a relatively new concept, introduced through centuries of human interaction. Despite this, your kind has always been monogamous. You refer to the practice as mating, and it is not legally binding. Copulation is also different to your kind – there are theories amongst your people this is where human origin comes from.

Merfolk attain legs while standing above the water. It is in this form you procreate, and this is what merfolk do once they are mated. You have never felt the inclination to be mated and so, you have not tried.

Jungkook’s gaze becomes hesitant. “I don’t wish to do anything before you’re ready.”

“Then, only do as I tell you.”

His gaze darkens. “What would you have me do?”

Boldly, you lift your chin. “Kiss me, Jungkook.”

The request changes something between you. Insecurities banished, Jungkook’s hands slide to your face. He bends, brushing your lips with his and a fervor ignites, deep in your soul. The flames twist and dance, threatening to destroy if you do not give them more.

Feverishly, your lips open with his. Jungkook groans as your tongues slip together, bodies carefully distant until you take a step forward. Crushing yourself to his chest, Jungkook’s hand winds in your hair while the other slides to your back. You cannot breathe; there is no thought aside from this dizzying, drowning need for him.

Breaking away, you tug him along. Kisses softening, you press your lips against his until your knees hit the desk. Jungkook bends, grasping your thighs to hoist you onto the table. His right hand hooks your knee, pulling you forward as your bodies collide. Spread out against him, you can feel the entire tenuous length of his body.

Jungkook’s forehead presses to yours, right hand under your knee and his eyes mostly shut. Your hand slides up his neck, seeking his face. Gently, your thumb brushes his chin, his lips and the scar on his cheek.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter open. “What have you done to me?” His voice is ragged. “I have never… I am not in control around you.”

A smile creases your lips. “Whatever spell you speak of,” you say, stroking his cheek. “It has ensnared me, as well.”

Turning, Jungkook brushes a kiss to your thumb. “Tell me what else you want, Princess.”

“Undress me.”

His eyes widen. “I – are you certain?”

Jungkook sounds strained, as though holding himself back. You appreciate his concern; the clarity of his effort to give you what you want. You wish this to be pleasurable for him, too though. Gently, you move to press your lips against his.

Jungkook melts into the kiss, seeking further reassurance. His tongue turns hot and needy, tracing your own. “I,” he breathes, breaking away. “That is all very well, but Princess…” He pauses. “I cannot say I have been chaste with others before. This is different, though. This is…”

“More,” you finish quietly, threading your fingers in his hair. “I understand.”

Jungkook gives you a searching look. “It might hurt,” he says, softer. “I have heard that from others before.”

“I trust you,” you say, knowing the truth in the statement. Jungkook has your heart more than he might realize.

“And I, you.”

Leaning forward, he reignites the kiss in between you. Nose nudging yours, he parts your lips with his own. Sinking into the sensation, you allow his warmth to pull you under.

“Wait,” Jungkook pants, suddenly breaking away. “I – uh, what about protection?”

Heat singes your veins at the thought. “You don’t have to... worry about that,” you assure him.

Jungkook’s brows knit together. “I don’t?”

“You,” you flush. “You see… Yoongi gave me a few potions before I left. He said that I might have need…”

Trailing off, you wave lamely towards your dresser.

Jungkook’s lips press together, as though fearful of laughter. “Oh,” he murmurs, a darker gleam entering his eyes. Gripping your waist, he pulls you roughly against him. “Do you find a need for them now, Princess?”

Lips parting, your eyes widen at the press of his length to your core. Head floods the willing space between your thighs. Gaze darting lower, you seek out his manhood but see nothing but skirts and trousers.

Gaze snapping upwards, you frown. “Undress me,” you say.

Grasping your thighs, Jungkook lifts you off of the desk. “Not here,” he insists, wrapping your legs tightly around him. Walking across the cabin, he comes to a stop at your bed. “I wish,” he exhales, lowering one knee to your mattress, “I could have you in my bed. It seems awfully unfair for you to keep these memories to yourself.”

“Mm.” Letting go of his neck, you let him lower you to the sheets. “Perhaps one day.”

Jungkook hovers above you, one knee in between yours. “What do you mean?” he asks, curious.

“I didn’t want to say anything until it was certain.” His fingers reach underneath you, so you arch your back. “Not until I knew it was an option, at least.”

Finding your laces, Jungkook loosens these with deft pulls of his fingers. “Y/N.” Sitting back on his heels, Jungkook removes his crown and places this on the floor. “What option? What aren’t you certain of?”

He has stopped undressing you, which you find most inconvenient. “Well.” You prop yourself on both elbows. “I asked Yoongi to look into something for me. He is still learning his magic, you know – his father didn’t have a chance to teach him much. What he can and can’t do is uncertain and I asked him to… Well…”

“You asked him to do what?”

“I asked him if merfolk could transition to human on a more… permanent basis.”

Jungkook pauses, hardly daring to hope. “Is... such a thing even possible?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “There are stories, but I always assumed them to be just that – stories.”

“But if they are not…”

You stare back at him, unwilling to voice it aloud.

Jungkook’s expression changes. “I don’t want you to be anything you aren’t, Y/N.”

“I know,” you murmur. “I would still be me with fins or with legs, though. This way... at least we have options.”

He stares at you silently, at war with himself. If the possibility is not certain, it is hard to let himself hope. But if it is – lowering his head, Jungkook presses his lips against yours. The gesture contains all the intimacy of a promise. He hovers over you for a moment, not opening his eyes.

“Jungkook.”

He opens his eyes.

“Why am I still in this dress?”

His lips quirk; a humor quickly dispelled. “How rude,” Jungkook drawls, hands sliding beneath you. “In Paralian, those who question the King are punished.”

Rather than be a deterrent, the words send an ache to your core. You would like to be punished by him. “Are they?” you whisper, arching a brow. “This seems the very kind of thing I was sent here to stop.”

With a chuckle, Jungkook pushes himself to his knees. Grasping your ankles, his hands slowly slide up the hem of your skirt. With each inch of skin revealed, his gaze becomes focused. Candlelight illuminates the long length of your legs, crimson silk draped around them. Lowering his head, Jungkook presses a kiss to your knee.

Quietly, he inhales. “I have often imagined,” he says, gaze flicking upwards. “The taste of your body beneath me.”

You have no response – indeed, all words die in your throat.

Grasping your waist, he pulls you into a seated position. “Up,” Jungkook demands, lifting your arms overhead.

When you hold them in place, he tugs your dress off. The lace of your bustier remains, but the shape of your body is obvious, seated before him.

Without further ado, Jungkook lowers his lips to your jaw. From there, he trails kisses down the slope of your neck. Mouth brushing your breast, he admires the way you peak at his touch. Repeating the gesture, he glances up from your skin. Blowing gently over your nipple, he watches you harden. Slowly, Jungkook closes his lips over the peak.

Arching beneath him, you release a small gasp of pleasure. Jungkook’s hand cups your breast, keeping you still while he sucks over the lace. Depths, you have never experienced something like this before. His tongue swirls against you, making you clutch at the bed. Knees rising to cage his waist, you wantonly press your body to his.

“J-Jungkook,” you moan.

Head lifting, he smirks at your expression. Rather than stop, he merely switches to the other breast. All common sense drifts as an indescribable need takes over your body. Arching against him, the space between your thighs grows uncomfortably wet, despite you being on land.

Panting, Jungkook breaks from your breast. The lace of your bustier is obscenely damp from his sucking, licking and swirling. It makes your core ache, but he does not stop there. Hands stroking your body, Jungkook’s gaze travels towards the apex of your thighs.

“What else do you want from me?”

“Your shirt,” you say, grasping the material. “Take it off.”

His eyes glint but he obeys, sitting back on his heels to pull this overhead. Toned, tan muscles are revealed by the motion. Staring at him, you rub your legs slowly together. There is an unbearable friction which makes you ache to be filled.

Jungkook’s gaze drops to your thighs. “I want to see you,” he confesses. “All of you.”

Nodding, you begin to undo the buttons and laces. Paralian women certainly take pride in making things as difficult as possible. When he grows impatient, Jungkook joins you to help. His fingers rip at the lace, making you laugh as more skin is revealed. Well, if he has no respect for the garment, neither do you.

When the bodice is shoved from your shoulders, Jungkook can only stare. His touch becomes gentler, spanning your waist and stroking your thighs. Tugging the bodice from your legs, he leaves you naked beneath him, but for the sea air.

“Sails,” Jungkook whispers, staring at you. Gaze darting upwards, he seeks out your own. “May I kiss you, Y/N? I promise it will feel good.”

Roughly, you nod.

Inhaling, he lowers himself to his front. Turning his head, Jungkook presses a lone kiss to your knee. Moving higher, he drifts towards the source of your tension. At the apex of your thighs, he hovers before pushing your legs apart. Watching him do this, your heartbeat quickens.

When he looks up, his gaze is dark and hungry. Slowly, Jungkook drags a finger up your slick center. The digit comes away wet and, while you watch, he places this on the tip of his tongue. Jungkook sucks, keeping his gaze firmly on yours.

“Oh,” you breathe, uncertain why you like this so much.

He smiles, unrepentant and lowers himself further. He starts off slow, placing soft kisses along the edge of your folds. His lips move up and down, getting you used to the warmth of his mouth. When you relax, Jungkook adds the flick of his tongue. Short, teasing bursts while he eases you forward.

When his tongue sweeps higher, over a forbidden place, you jolt from the pleasure. Jungkook halts, glancing up from your thighs. “Did that feel good?” he asks, sounding strained.

His lips are wet with arousal and while you watch, his tongue darts sideways to lick up his mess. Groaning, you spread your legs wider. “Please,” you beg, not caring how you sound. “I need more.”

With a smirk, Jungkook lowers his head. Now, he does not tease. Now, he buries himself closer to seek out your pleasure. His tongue moves roughly against you, tracing circles to draw moans from your lips. It soon becomes too much, body shaking beneath him. Everything feels heightened, on edge and spiraling out of control.

Jungkook slows in response, pressing soft kisses against the mound of your sex. When you cry out, you have no idea what you need, but Jungkook reads your body and responds to the motion. When he has you limp, begging beneath him, his fingers trail down to your sex. Sucking hard on your mound, he sides a finger inside you, forcing you apart at the seams.

This is what it feels like – a shuddering wave of pleasure which drags you under. Your vision pulses, darkening as you arch on the bed. Jungkook guides you though it, kissing and licking as you come down from your high.

Grasping the sheets tight in both hands, you open your eyes. The ceiling above you is the same and yet, everything is different. Your body feels loose and tight at the same time, unbearably sensitive. Jungkook drops a kiss to your thigh and looks upwards.

“Did you like it?” he murmurs.

“I – depths,” you swear, still catching your breath.

He smiles, eyes crinkling adorably. Pushing himself upwards, Jungkook hovers over your body. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, lips brushing your cheek.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Some women don’t like –”

Bringing his lips to yours, you silence his question. He tastes different, salty but you like it, tongue hesitantly brushing his lips. Jungkook kisses you eagerly, lips molding to yours – which is when you feel his length, hard against your thigh.

Pulling away, you glance down. Jungkook still is wearing his trousers but even so, you see evidence of his arousal. Your body still feels pleasantly buzzed, but you find your need far from being satisfied. Somehow, it feels worse. To have had Jungkook’s mouth, his finger inside you – you cannot stop wondering what else there is.

Slowly, your gaze lifts to his. “Take off your pants.”

Jungkook’s brows rise. “But… we just…”

“Jungkook.” Lacing his fingers with yours, you bring both your hands to rest between your thighs. His eyes turn glassy at the mess he just made. “I want you – all of you.”

Instantly, Jungkook pushes himself back on the bed. Stripping himself of his trousers, they join your dress and his crown on the floor. When he is fully naked, you prop yourself on your elbows to drink him in. Jungkook’s cheeks flush; lips wet from your body, dark hair falling into his gaze.

Between his legs is his cock. It looks just as it felt, pressed against your thigh – thick, veined and hard to the touch. Reaching out a hand, you brush your thumb over the tip.

Jungkook shudders, catching your hand in his. “Unless,” he pants, clenching his jaw. “You wish me to come undone right now, I would advise not doing that.”

Staring at him in amazement, you realize how badly he wants you. Jungkook grips himself with one veiny hand, squeezing his length as a bit more pre-cum seeps out.

“Clearly,” he murmurs, “you see how much I want you. It’s more than that, though.” Shifting, Jungkook presses his body to yours. He inhales deeply, feeling your skin against his. “My feelings haven’t changed, Y/N. When I’m with you, I feel –”

“Complete,” you echo, brushing your lips with his. “Jungkook. I want you like this.”

Nodding, he kisses you slower. Hand parting your thighs, he savors the mess he just made. “You’re so wet,” he moans, sighing in satisfaction.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Mm. Very good,” he says, sinking a finger inside you.

Gasping, you grip his arms tighter. It feels tight but good, your body clenched around his. Jungkook stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust. When he moves, he goes slow, curling his finger inside you. When you moan out his name, he adds another finger.

The second one hurts a bit more. Jungkook seems concerned, but you shake your head and urge him to continue. He obeys and before long, it feels just as good as the first finger. Even better – arching satisfactorily, your hunger only deepens.

“More,” you say, head thrown back on the pillow.

Lowering his head, Jungkook kisses your throat. When he does, he slides in a third finger. You groan, clenching hard around him as he pants. “You’re so tight, Y/N. I – sails, I don’t think you know what you’re doing to me.”

“I can see what it’s doing to you,” you say, wickedly glancing at his cock.

Jungkook’s length twitches, harder than before. He smirks, gently rubbing your clit with his thumb. As you adjust to the feeling, his fingers sink further inside you. When you groan, Jungkook begins scissoring your walls.

Grasping his arms, you roll your hips slowly against him. “Jungkook,” you whine, unable to take any more.

“Yes?”

“Please,” you beg. “Please, I need you inside me.”

When he withdraws, you protest but already, Jungkook aligns his cock at your center. Mouth drying, you stare at the thickness of his length. You thought three fingers would be enough to prepare you but now, you are not certain.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your shoulder and you slowly relax. He will take care of you – you know this. Resting his tip at your center, Jungkook rolls your clit with nimble fingers. When you mewl, arching against him, he slips in an inch.

This is enough for you to gasp, eyes watering from the stretch. “Oh,” you blurt, burying your face in his chest.

“We can stop,” Jungkook pants, beginning to withdraw.

Frantically, your hands move to clutch him in place. “No,” you say, looking up. “Keep going.”

Seeing your determined expression, Jungkook slowly nods. He continues to play with your clit, making you moan as he pushes another inch in.

“Oh,” you groan, arching against him. You feel split, torn by the sensation but it is not unbearable. Indeed, there is an odd mix of pleasure from the wetness you feel.

His fingers continue to play with your sex, making you moan as he slips further in.

“Almost there,” Jungkook murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Halfway and already,” he whispers, hot in your ear, “you’re the tightest, wettest thing I’ve ever had wrapped around my cock.”

His words make your lips part in a daze. It sounds obscene, coming from such lovely lips but you find you want more. Hands sliding into his hair, you open your legs further and Jungkook groans, sinking in. It burns, but less so than before. There is this deep, throbbing need to have him fill you entirely.

“That’s it,” he groans, rubbing your clit. His cock pulses, hot and needy inside you. “Just a little bit more, Y/N. You’re doing so well.”

Hearing his praises, you arch a bit further. Jungkook thrusts deeper with a grunt and you gasp, feeling a last wave of pain. It makes you see stars and you wonder if the dampness between your legs is more than only arousal. Already, it fades from the press of his lips to your skin.

“There,” Jungkook croons, lips tracing your jaw. “That’s it, Y/N. That’s all.”

Clasping him tightly, you slowly adjust to the feeling. His cock is so large, buried in you to the hilt. You have never felt a fullness like this before. Jungkook continues to touch you, tracing your waist, your chest and whispering how lovely you are. Preening at his words, you arch and feel him slip deeper inside.

“Oh!” you blurt in surprise.

“Y/N?” Worried, Jungkook’s gaze snaps to yours. “Are you alright? Does it hurt? I can –”

Grasping his chin, you bring his gaze to yours. “I – do that again,” you say, breathless.

Jungkook’s gaze darkens. Slowly, he withdraws and pushes deeper inside.

“O-oh,” you groan, legs shaking beneath him.

Your body is sore, perhaps a bit overstretched but all this is overshadowed by the thrust of his cock. Seeing the change in your expression, Jungkook pulls back a bit further. Slowly, he aligns and sinks into your center. A low, needy whine is pulled from your lips.

“Harder,” you gasp, clutching his body.

Gaze darkening, he nods. Withdrawing gently, he snaps his hips forward. It feels so good to have him move deep inside you. Jungkook thrusts again, rougher as tension mounts in your body. The sensation is different than before, with his tongue on your clit.

Now, his entire body moves against yours. Now he is fully inside you, urging you to come. His arms gather you close, hooking an ankle over his ass to grind into you deeper. Jungkook thrusts harder, faster and you begin to see stars.

“Jungkook,” you groan, biting down on his shoulder to stifle your moans.

“No.” He thrusts harder. “I want to hear you. Want to hear how you feel, what you want.”

“I want more,” you gasp as he fills you. “Want you harder, Jungkook. Deeper – oh! Oh!”

His name leaves your lips, louder as he fucks into you harder. You are aware the walls of the ship are thin; you should really be quieter, but cannot seem to care. Let them hear. Let them know how badly you want him, how badly he wants you.

Slowing down, Jungkook thrusts into you deeper. His hips roll as he enters, making you feel his whole length. You gasp underneath him, groaning his name when your hips rise to meet him.

“I want you to come like this,” he whispers against your lips. Rolling his hips slowly against you, he makes your toes curl. “Want you to come, soft and moaning. You can scream my name another night.”

“Another night?” you moan, gripping his waist with your thighs.

Nodding, Jungkook presses his lips against yours. His fingers interlace with your own, hips continuing their relentless motion against you. Each time he withdraws, you whimper and each time he enters, you moan. Rolling his hips, Jungkook grinds himself against your clit.

“Mm, another night,” he agrees in between kisses. “Every night. C-come for me, Y/N.”

Hearing how close he sounds, you do not think you could stop if you tried. Clasping him tightly, you fall over the edge. With his name on your lips, you shudder apart underneath him. Jungkook swears, feeling you clench and finally, he lets go. You feel him release, warm cum filling your body with thrust after thrust.

When he is finished, Jungkook half-collapses against you. His lips drag over your skin, messy as he slowly pulls out. Glancing around, he spots a towel on your bedside and reaches to grab it.

“What are you doing?” You blink, shutting your legs on his hand.

Jungkook’s lips quirk at your response. “Cleaning,” he says, gently wiping your body. “The, uh – well, my… I don’t want to make a mess of your sheets.”

Realizing the meaning, your cheeks heat as you open your legs. Jungkook is fast, cleaning himself and lowering the rag to the ground. When he is finished, he resumes looking at you.

“What are you looking at?” you whisper, feeling oddly exposed.

Smiling, Jungkook bends to brush his lips against yours. He lingers and your arms slowly rise, circling his neck and pulling him down. Jungkook’s legs entwine with yours, kissing you gently until he breaks away, breathless.

“What I was thinking…” Pausing, he wraps your fingers in his. “Is that I want this every night.”

“This?” you ask, arching a brow.

Chuckling, Jungkook traces your arm with a finger. He cannot seem to look away, mapping your skin with his gaze. “Well, yes, that. But also, you. In my bed.”

He shuts his mouth and you sense there is more to the sentence but for now, that will do. Lifting your hand, Jungkook slowly kisses each one of your fingers. He lingers on your ring finger, lifting his gaze and, although your heartbeat quickens, he moves on to your pinky.

Lowering your hands, Jungkook interlaces the fingers.

“Stay with me tonight,” you whisper, pressing closer.

He nods, a sleepy smile on his lips. “However long you want me, I’ll stay.”

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Il Merman

Merman Caesar Zeppeli x human female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Mermaid AU

I loved this idea! It was so fun to write. Also, it’s not a typo, the title literally translate to The Merman in Italian, (At least Google Translate says it does) Please enjoy.

The ocean held a beauty that no other place in Italy did. Calm, gentle waves that brushed past the rocks, sparkling in the sun’s light and then glimmering in the pale moon light. To lay in it and feel its cool fingers run over your body, washing away the world around you and pull you into a serenity that seemed impossible.

That was why [Name] loved the ocean so much. Whenever she felt off, she would flee to the ocean’s side and listen to the waves crash against the rocks, a soothing sound as a mother’s singing would be to a child. Though, little did [Name] know, there was something under the water’s waves that would change her life forever.

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The night was young, as was the Salmon that darted through the water in an attempt to escape the predator gaining on it. The Salmon did not make it far before it was snatched up in the creature’s claws, sharp teeth -fit for the predator- sinking into its flesh. Once he had finished his meal, he tossed the skeleton aside, letting it sink to the seabed before he rose his gaze upwards, towards the surface.

He was always told not to go to the surface for he would be snatched up by the humans and taken away from the water. But he never listened to them; he was young and curious. Plus, as long as he was fast enough to swim away then he saw no issue, he was one of the fastest in the colony, after all.

However, he soon learned that that was not the case. As the young creature was too focused on chasing down another salmon that had strayed too far from its school, he did not realise he was swimming straight into the trap until the rope was wrapped around his body and being pulled upwards to the surface.

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[Name] often came out to the ocean when she struggled to sleep. She loved the way the waves would glimmer in the moon light, another beauty that was overlooked. This night, when she was preparing her small boat for the small journey, she grabbed her fishing net; she needed something to sell on the market in order to actually feed herself and pay for the bills.

As she began to pull her catch in, she felt her body freeze at what she pulled into her boat. There, tangled in the rope as he thrashed around in hopes to free himself, was a man -or, more accurately, something that resembled a man.

Golden blonde hair that reflected the colour of the sun. Emerald green eyes that held a storm in them, wild and free. Silver scales that covered his entire body, and the gleaming fish tail that replaced where his legs should have been.

[Name] could not tear her gaze away from him. She had caught a merman. A real, breathing merman. Without thinking, she crouched down and began to untie the rope around him, apologies spilling from her lips -whether or not he understood her didn’t matter to her. Any other person who brought in a merman wouldn’t hesitate to drive their knife through them; or worse, sell them onto the market and force it to suffer.

That was not what this marvellous creature deserved. He deserved to be free, in the ocean where he belongs.

As her hands untied the rope around him, the merman slowed his thrashing upon realising what she was doing.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” she spoke softly to him, trying to keep him calm and prevent any further harm that may have been inflicted on him. Once he was free from the rope, the merman turned and leaped from the boat and back into the ocean’s waves. [Name] looked over the edge just in time to catch a glimpse of his tail fin disappear under the waves.

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That was far too close! He was captured by a human and could have been taken away. He was just lucky that the human freed him from the rope-

He stopped. That human freed him when she could have easily taken him away. Why? His gaze turned back to the boat, watching as it began to drift away towards shore. Confusion mixed curiosity flooded his body, why did that human free him? And why did she look so... sad when she saw him? He has observed humans long enough to know what their expressions meant, and hers showed guilt when she pulled him onto her boat.

Against his better judgement, he swam back up to the surface, poking his head above the waves enough to see the [Hair colour] human pull up onto the beach, tie her boat up and head into the small house on the rocks by the ocean. For some reason, that sorrow laced guilt in her eyes seeped into his heart, tugging him back to her. After a moment of bouncing the idea back and forth in his mind, the merman shrugged and pushed forward in the direction of the shore.

There were stories among his colony, whispered when alone, that his kind could shed their tails and walk as humans did when they came into contact with land. Personally, he never thought much of it as he never had a reason to, but now, he wondered if those stories were true or not. Hesitation was knitted into his muscles as he rested the shallows, his tail fin resting against the sand but his body still within the water’s grasp.

It was now or never, he had to know why that human woman looked so sad. With a surge of courage, he pulled himself onto the sand and out of the water’s reach. Not moments after he did so, his body shifted. His muscles broke apart, becoming individual limbs as his tail fin shedded itself, revealing two bare legs underneath it. Fair skin replaced his sliver scales, allowing him to feel each grain of sand beneath his body.

A bark of laughter escaped him, it actually worked. But now, he was faced with a new problem. How did one use these legs? He has seen humans use them easily but to him, they were foreign, strange even. Grabbing onto the rock beside him for support, his slowly pushed his body up and stretched his new legs out, getting a sense of how they worked; which way they bent and how far.

Then came the hard bit, the walking. Putting one foot forward, he pushed off a little too quickly and earned a face full of sand as a result. A low hiss slipped his lips at this before he tried again, this time, slower. His patience was not his strongest suit and that came back to bite him in the backside. Still, he did not give up.

After quite some time of stumbling -almost falling- and limping at one point when he stepped on a rather sharp stone, the merman finally made it to the [Hair colour] human’s house. Unsure of how to enter, he brought his hand up and banged it against the door, flinching slightly at the volume it made. He was unsure of what he was expecting, though his heart told him to keep going, to see this human again.

The door opened to reveal the [Hair colour] human, whose [Eye colour] eyes widened at the sight before her. She recognised him, even in this form. Before he could do anything, his legs gave out from under him from being pushed too far in such a short space of time; thankfully, the woman caught him before helping him inside and setting him down in a chair, closing the door behind them.

“What are you doing here? H-How’re you here?” [Name] asked, amazement flooding her mind as she took in the situation. Only hours after capturing and releasing the merman, he was knocking on her door with legs instead of a wondrous tail fin. She grabbed a blanket and went to wrap it around his shaking figure when he turned, baring his teeth at her, a defensive threat. She rose her hands up, showing that she did not mean him harm in any way.

“It’s to keep you warm.” she told him. The aggression faded, letting her wrap the blanket around him. His hands curled around the blanket, pulling it closer to his body, fending off the coldness that raked him.

“What’s your name?” The merman looked at her, confusion painting his face. Only now did [Name] notice the two marks on his face, a pale pink birthmark upon his cheekbones. She brought her hand up to her chest,

“My name is [Name].” she said slowly, hoping he would understand her in some way. The golden blonde merman titled his head at her,

“[Name].” he repeated, his voice heavy with an Italian accent that made her eyes widen. He was not just a merman, he was an Italian merman! What was she expecting from where she was?

He brought his hand to his chest, “Mi chiamo Cesare.” he spoke, his voice smooth as the ocean’s waves yet rough from the lack of use. That didn’t bother [Name] though. Her lips lifted into a bright smile that made Caesar smile lightly, knowing he had done good to make her smile.

For some reason, somewhere in the back of his mind, he had a feeling that this was the start of something special.

#caesar #caesar zeppeli #jojo bizarre adventure #caesar x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #jojo bizzare adventure x reader #jojo #jojo x reader #battle tendency #jojo battle tendency #battle tendency x reader #mermaid au #mermaid caesar #female reader #reader insert

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edgy-fish-boy · 4 years

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The Tides that Bind (part 5)

(Mer!Sorbet x Mer!Gelato x Reader)

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Formaggio swam about uneasily in the confines of his small drum, peering out through the clear walls of his water-filled container to the hold of the ship.

He had to find a way out of here.

Looking up at the transparent barrel that kept him prisoner, he noticed that the top was covered with only a thin piece of plywood. A smirk crept across the tiny merman's face.

Boy, it did pay off to be small, and easily underestimated.

Peering out at the hold outside, he noticed that the creepy green-haired human had his back turned, towards one of the larger tanks that he guessed contained Risotto, due to its size. The moldy-looking creep was tapping on the tank and seemingly taunting its occupant, and Formaggio couldn't help but giggle at his stupidity.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he sneered softly.

Looking behind his small makeshift aquarium, Formaggio noticed a small port window that seemed to lead directly outside, where he could easily make it overboard. As long as that white-coated landwalker didn't turn his way...

Deciding it was now or never, Formaggio swam to the very bottom of the barrel to pick up momentum before launching himself at the plywood cover. It budged only slightly as he threw himself against it, but it moved enough that there was now a small gap he could easily slip through.

Their green-haired captor was still busy taunting Risotto, with the thump not having gotten his attention. Perfect.

Jumping up to the edge of the barrel, Formaggio caught the rim with both hands, and slowly eased his tail over the edge until he was dangling off the edge. Closing his eyes tightly and taking a deep breath, he released his grip, landing on the floor of the hold with a faint, wet thump.

Being out of the water was a rather unpleasant sensation, feeling so dry and heavy, but Formaggio had no other option. "Come on, it's just gonna be a little while," he grumbled to himself, as he began the slow and difficult journey toward the window.

The distance from the barrel to the window was barely a couple of meters, but for a tiny, four-inch fish-man, it seemed like a mile.

He flopped onward toward the sound and scent of the ocean, his arms and tail floundering wildly to propel himself towards freedom. He was at least grateful the floor of the hold was smooth, otherwise he'd be rubbing the skin of his tail and elbows raw.

He was almost there. He was almost free...

But suddenly, to his surprise, he heard some loud thumps from behind, and as he turned, he realized he was not alone.

Another, much bigger mer was crawling toward him, and for a moment, he wondered if it was one of the others, maybe Illuso or Melone having escaped their tanks as well.

But as the other mer drew closer, Formaggio's heart nearly stopped in terror when he saw it wasn't one of their own: it was that land madman's personal pet.

With a loud hiss the bigger mer lunged at Formaggio, who barely managed to flop out of the way with a flick of his tail. Missing his target, the attacker crashed noisily into a pile of empty boxes, which finally caught the green-haired human's attention.

"Secco! What's gotten into you?" he snapped, turning away from Risotto's tank to survey the commotion. His eyes narrowed maliciously as his gaze focused upon the tiny merman desperately flopping on the floor.

"Ah, the little one is a feisty fellow, isn't he?" teased their captor, a wicked grin splitting through his face. "Secco, get him, don't let him get away! He'll make an interesting subject for my experiments..."

"Damn, this is bad," thought Formaggio.

The window.

He had to make it to the window.

Pushing his tail against the floor with all his might, he struggled toward the opening in frantic, clumsy hops as the larger mer pounced and pawed after him like a cat chasing a mouse. With one final push of his tail, he darted through the window, narrowly missing a swipe from his assailant's clawed hand.

Formaggio landed in the water with a small splash, his gills heaving as the refreshing ocean water flowed through them once again. It felt great to be back in the sea, after being on land for an uncomfortably long time, but the tiny mer knew he had no time to waste.

He needed to find help right away.

The rest of the pod were still trapped there on that ship, with that madman who would surely do terrible things to them. All except Sorbet and Gelato, at least--

Sorbet and Gelato. Where were they?

Perhaps they could be of help. They weren't around when the pod had their misfortune of running into that accursed ship: he'd last heard of them when they were back at the bay, having their, as they called it, "personal time" together.

Formaggio guessed the bay would at least be a safe bet to start his search, and with a flick of his fins he darted away from the boat as fast as his tired little tail could carry him.

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The sun was still an hour or so to rising as Sorbet awoke from his deep slumber. He and Gelato had been hanging out beneath the old pier for the past two days, waiting for the rest of the pod to come for them.

But so far, nothing.

Gelato's tail was still recovering, and it was dangerous for them to set out on their own. There were other, hostile pods of mers who would not take an intrusion to their territory lightly, or perhaps killer whales who would see them as just another big fish and an easy meal...

...or worst of all, those two-legged creatures who hunted their kind without mercy.

Sorbet caught his harsh judging thoughts however, as he glanced over at a still-sleeping Gelato, his tail bound in bandages.

It was one of those land-walkers who had helped his beloved, wasn't it?

Perhaps they were not all bad.

Sorbet's thoughts were interrupted as Gelato began to groan and twitch in his sleep, clenching his sharp teeth as his hands clawed at some imaginary opponent.

He seemed to be having a nightmare.

Sorbet quickly swam over to Gelato as the blond merman suddenly snapped awake, breathing heavily and his eyes wide with terror. Sorbet grabbed him in an embrace and pressed his cheek warmly against his.

"It's okay, Gelato," he reassured. "I'm here for you."

"I'll always be here for you."

Gelato snuggled back against him and was soon asleep again.

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#the tides that bind

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raedrawz193 · 5 years

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Healing Arrow Fanfic

They say that they were heartless creatures...

They devour the heart of any living creature without mercy...

They never feel love...

Angela had always heard of these stories since she was little. Mermaids were heartless creatures who would devour any living thing. She never believed it until a few months ago....

Tags: Mermaid!Hanzo, Mercy, Angela Ziegler, Healing Arrow, this is my first fanfiction, fluff

Angela’s POV:

It was peaceful and quaint, nothing but the sound of the waves crashing on the shores of Hanamura. Angela Ziegler, a famous doctor and marine biologist, was watching the ocean from her balcony. She loved the ocean but she’s never been to one, they say it was too dangerous but yet some came back with new and rarer species. This was the first time for her to come, after years of begging, they allowed to go to the ocean of Hanamura, her quest to capture a Shimada mermaid.

Angela has heard of the Shimada Clan, fiercest mermaids of the Hanamura ocean, they were merciless, who fought for everything. She never believed in such tall tales but since she begged for years, she might as well go for it. Even though she never did believe it, she still worried for her own safety, grabbing her gear she head out to the beach.

It was the perfect weather to go diving, heading off to her boat she rent when she checked in, she rode all the way to one of the most famous ocean-diving spots in Japan. She put on her gear and dove. It was an extraordinary sight, the fishes were so full of color, the water crystal clear, and the reefs are alive. She swam around, taking photos of everything she’s never seen. But she had this feeling on the back of her neck that there was someone following her, watching.

Suddenly, a figure lunged at her, it’s claws ready to tear her throat out, but it missed her by an inch, hitting into a coral and wounded itself. Angela was recovering from the shock then looked at the creature that attacked her, her breath caught in her throat. It was a mermaid, or rather, a merman.

Hanzo’s POV:

It was an annual festival among the clan, a celebration that would bring clans from different oceans to become allies to fight among the humans that would damage the ocean. Hanzo was to attend these celebrations, despite the fact that he hated them, but his brother, Genji, enjoyed them.” <Brother, you should really start enjoying these celebrations more often, it only happens once every 200 hundred years>” Genji would say, swimming around in his glow in the dark green fins. Hanzo has attend every single one, but this one time, he came up with a way to escape.

When Hanzo and Genji arrived at the festival, Genji immediately swam off to his friends, swimming and doing reckless stuff. Hanzo rolled his eyes and swam in the opposite direction, swimming farther and farther away from the festival. He swam until he came across the most beautiful coral reefs. A shadow then blocked Hanzo of his views of the coral, a boat. He swam to the closest coral to hide, to watch, whatever was to come down from the boat.

A splash, then bubbles, covering a woman that wore the gears of one of those human water hunters. Hanzo was posing for an attack until she spun around, looking at him but not directly. His thought at first it was an angel who fell but quickly turned into a human with diving gear. She had platinum blond hair, the color of the sun, her skin as pale as the moon, and her eyes the color of the ocean. Hanzo thought that she was the most beautiful human he’s ever seen, he’s never seen a single human woman.

She swam around, carrying a device that would release a blinding light, along with a flash sound. He followed her, knowing as his duty to kill any human hunters that disturbed his ocean. But she wasn’t doing anything that harmed anyone or anything. So he waited by a coral that was closest to her, when her back was turned, he lunged.

He miscalculated his attack, let alone prepared for her beautiful angelic face to look at him with shock and fear, that he missed her by an inch and knocked himself out when he hit another coral. His vision went black for a few minutes, then when he opened them again, he saw ocean eyes staring back at his dark brown ones.

Angela’s POV:

Angela was freaking out, but yet excited, but she tried to treat the wound on his head. The merman opened his eyes, dark hazel eyes like chocolate, that made Angela blush a bit. The merman flinched and tried to swim away, but his tail was stuck. Angela did get a good view of this...stranger. He had a muscular build, a tattoo on one of his arm, but his lower half was covered in blue scales that reflected the sunlight, fins that looked transparent and some blotches of black. His face was the most attractive out of the rest of him. He had the shape of a Japanese man, with a black beard and dark hair, tied into a bun.

Angela helped him get unstuck, when she did, the merman swam away as fast as he could. “(Well, at least a ‘thank you’ would be polite enough, considering the fact that you tried to kill me)” Angela thought. But as she swam away back to her boat, she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around, there was no one there. She then felt another tap of her shoulder again this time, she grabbed whatever tapped her and practically judo flipped the creature in the water.

It was the merman from before, his face in complete shock. He then straighten his posture, and it looked as if he was blushing, but then said, “Ummm...*cough* I just wanted to thank you for freeing me earlier, so I thought I could get you a gift”, holding out a fresh killed fish. Angela almost gagged at the sight of the poor thing, “it’s no problem, I enjoy helping others, but you can keep the fish” which was what she was trying to say, instead, bubbles came out of her mouth. She pointed to the surface and climbed onto her boat.

“I appreciate the offer of your...gift, but it’s really no problem, please keep it” Angela said, taking off her gear and was about to head off to the shore. “Wait! Is it alright if I at least knew your name?” the merman said. Angela was taken aback by his request but didn’t think of it as anything bad, “It’s Angela, Angela Ziegler” she replied. “I’m Hanzo Shimada, but please, don’t go any farther into the ocean then you need to, there are others of my kind, who will not hesitate to kill” Hanzo said, with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Alright, thank you” Angela said with a smile and head off towards the shore. She was still in shock and was so overjoyed that she finally found what she was looking for, not believing it entirely. She hopped off and ran to her room and fell onto her bed, thinking about if she would see him again.

A gift for @khrysm, Thank you for your beautiful Healing Arrow art!!

Part 2: Coming soon!

#hanzo shimada #angela ziegler #overwatch #healing arrow #ship

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nerdy-bookworm-1998 · 5 years

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Heart of the Ocean part 3

Pairing: Mer!Bucky x Selkie!Steve x Reader Words: 1245 Warnings: Injured Bucky and mention of naked Steve, if I missed anything please let me know so that I can fix it A/N: If you would like to be tagged in future chapters/works please feel free to send me an ask and please leave feedback/reblogs. Also feel free to check out my ko-fi and patreon accounts, links are available in my bio.

Steve and Y/N sat on the beach, watching the dark shape swiftly swimming towards them. Soon a dark head appeared above the water, swiftly followed by a tanned, muscled torso and a powerful blue tail that glittered silver in the light. Y/N tried to pull her hand from Steve's grasp, not wishing to offend his mate, but Steve's grip held firm.

The merman, Bucky, she remembered Steve saying, scowled angrily when he saw their intertwined hands and bared his teeth in a hiss. Y/N cowered into herself as much as she could, looking at her feet in the surf to avoid his eyes.

"Bucky!" Steve said sharply causing the merman to stop hissing at the woman and instead stare at his mate incredulously. Steve stared back in a mix of exasperation and adoration.

"Sorry..." Bucky mumbled as he dragged himself out of the water to snuggle into Steve, his tail covering the blond's grey fur tenderly.

"It's okay," Y/N replies softly before all three of them fell silent, enjoying the sound of distant waves crashing against rock.

After a few minutes, Bucky turns to ask a question, however as he opens his mouth he lets out a startled gasp of pain. Instantly two pairs of eyes, one cerulean blue, the other y/e/c, turn to him in worry. That is when they notice the deep gash in the young merman's side, blood slowly trickling from it in a stream. "Ow," he mutters as he pokes at it.

"Buck, why didn't you tell me you'd gotten hurt?" Steve's voice was a mix of anguish and anger, anguish that his mate had gotten hurt, and anger at whoever had the gall to lay a finger on his Bucky.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because I didn't realize I had until now?" Bucky said sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

"That looks really painful," Y/N said causing both men to jump in surprise and Bucky to wince as the movement pulled at his wound; they had not heard her move until she spoke from Bucky's other side. She wanted to reach out and inspect it, but did not want to offend the brunet who had helped rescue her so she refrained. Instead she said, "I don't know much about merfolk, and I don't have any of my usual tools with me, but I do know a fair bit about plants and herbal healing. If you'll allow me, may I bind it for you with a paste that will help with the healing process without leaving scars?" She chewed on her bottom lip pensively as Bucky eyed her with suspicion.

Finally he heaved a sigh and asked, "What would you need?"

Y/N could have jumped for joy, but instead, she tamped down her giddiness to answer him, "I already see most of the herbs I need, but I do require seaweed and fresh water."

"I can get the seaweed, but I don't know where to find the fresh water," Seve said, trying to be helpful.

"The boat I was on, there was a large container of fresh water on it. As far as I could tell, I was just a half-mile north of the coral reefs. I'm not sure if the boat would still be there but it's worth a try," Y/N tells Steve with a smile.

"I know exactly where it is, we were going to explore it this morning before we found you. I'll be back as soon as I can," Steve started pushing himself back into the water when Bucky caught his arm and pulled him in for a searing kiss which had Y/N looking away so she would not intrude on their private moment while heat flooded her cheeks.

Moments later she heard the splash of Steve returning to the water. Bucky cleared his throat before asking conversationally, "Why the freshwater? Why not just use ocean water?"

"Because the salt in the ocean water will burn the wound and cancel out the healing effects of the herbs," y/n explained patiently as she started to get up to gather the herbs she would need.

Bucky waited until she was back with the herbs before asking cautiously, "You mentioned tools earlier, what is it exactly that you do with them?"

"I'm a marine biologist and aquatic veterinarian. I study the ocean and its inhabitants, and I also take care of them when they are sick or injured then release them back into the ocean when they are healthy again," she said with a small smile. Sure many of the people in her life hadn't understood her love and passion for the ocean and didn't think that her job was important, but nothing gave her greater joy than nursing a sick or wounded animal back to health and seeing it swim off into the sunset.

"You don't hurt them?" Bucky asks, trying desperately to mask the hope in his voice. Y/N simply shakes her head.

Now that she had gotten all the herbs she realized that she didn't have a mortar and pestle. She did, however, see a tree bearing coconuts and a longish stone that she could use. She was so intent on picking a coconut that she did not hear Steve's return, nor the sound of him shedding his tail. It was only when she felt his solid, warm chest at her back as he reached up for the very fruit she had been trying to reach that she turned around in shock and...oh, he was completely naked...

She quickly averted her eyes, taking the coconut from his outstretched hand with a soft "Thank you," before she returned to the beach where Bucky was waiting with a thoroughly amused smirk painting his features.

Steve had managed to find the container she had mentioned and thankfully it was not leaking so she knew that there had not gone any saltwater into it. After breaking open the coconut and scooping out its contents, she meticulously prepared the herbs by mixing them with a small amount of water and coconut flesh and grinding it into a paste with the stone. Then she gently applied it onto the wound and wrapped it tightly with the seaweed while both men watched her work with wonder in their eyes.

They spent the rest of the afternoon trading stories and getting to know one another better after Steve had (thankfully) pulled his tail back on. Once Y/N had fallen asleep on the sand, exhausted from the day's events, Steve and Bucky sat discussing what they would do next. It was clear from the stories the young woman told them that she was alone, without any friends or family nearby that would miss her. They knew that they had to take her back to her home, but they didn't want to leave her side; she had crept into their hearts in less than a day with her kindness and tender heart. Finally, they decided that it was something that they should discuss with her in the morning.

As they lay together on the beach with their tails in the water and Steve cuddled into Bucky's arms Bucky thought to himself that Steve had been right, there was something very special about this girl and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect her, but neither she nor Steve needed to know that just yet. And with that thought, he drifted off to sleep, a smile on his face and peace in his soul.

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#heart of the ocean #marvel #mermaid au #soulmate au #stucky #stucky x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #selkie!steve rogers #merman!bucky barnes

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acrosstimeandspace · 5 years

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mermaid AU with you and Chrom?

Thank you for the ask Dylan! And let’s do this! (It’s totally gonna be based off of a Little Mermaid AU, cause I’m a sucker for Disney, lol). It’s all under the cut!

It all started on a dark and stormy night when the prince had crashed overboard into the waves, fighting against the water with all of his might in a losing battle. He stretched his hand out, hoping to try and break the surface, when another had taken it.

Chrom couldn’t see much of this stranger, the darkness of the sea and the lack of oxygen clouding his vision. But he remembered feeling their small arms wrap around him and pull him up up up. They felt so tiny as they carried him through the deadly waves, it surprised him how strong they were, how resilient.

As they reached the surface, the tiny figure held his head above the water, pulling him close to them. He still couldn’t breath, the ocean water clogging his lungs.

The stranger seemed to have noticed, as when they reached the beach they laid him down as far away from the water as they could get, and started to attempt to release the water from his lungs. Using small hands they pressed his chest several times before breathing air into his mouth, and repeating the process until he turned over and spat up the intruding water.

Finally, his vision had returned and he turned to thank his savior. He gasped in shock as he looked at their figure. Shoulder length, choppy cut blonde hair loosely dangling around their face and piercing green eyes stared at him, observing. Their chest was covered in a top made of a tight blue fabric, and at their waist a pale blue tail connected to the rest of their body, with a fin and all. “Y-you, you’re a… hey, wait!”

His hand shot out to grab theirs as they tried to move away, a scared look in their eyes. “Look, I just saved you because, well that’s what people do! But I really should get going now because I hear people and, well.”

“We have to meet up again, so I can thank you properly.” He breathed. “I’m-I’m Chrom. Uh, you know that towering building over there, there’s a small alcove there. Let’s meet up tomorrow morning once the storm has passed.”

The mermaid blinked and glanced over to where he had pointed, then nodded. “Alright, lets.” And then rushed off back into the ocean.

A short while later he had been found by Frederick, who had been in a panicked frenzy and swore to never let Chrom out of his sight again.

Which made sneaking out to see his newest friend rather difficult. Like promised he had met up with the mermaid, who was named Fae, the morning after. They had many little meetups after this, intrigued by the lives they each led.

Chrom was the prince of his kingdom, a noble goofball who was good with a sword. Fae had left their home, which laid deeper in the ocean, in search of something more.

They enjoyed each other’s company a lot, and it wouldn’t have been a lie if Chrom has said feelings had built up over the time he spent with them. It was hard not to smile and feel relaxed with Fae around. It made him feel less like a prince and more human, for once in his life. And he had to confess, tell them his feelings. So when they met up in their usual spot he told them.

“I’ve fallen for you, Fae.” He blushed. “I know it’s odd but, you make me so happy, I couldn’t imagine another person at my side!”

Fae’s face lit up with a blush, and they glanced away. “Y-you do? But, we can’t! I couldn’t even stand at your side! You should be with someone of your own kind. I’m trapped in the ocean, it’d be wrong to trap you here with me.” They shifted away from him, shoulders hunched.

“Fae…” he looked at them forlornly. “Do-do you truly feel trapped?”

They nodded. “How else could I feel? You can explore anywhere you desire. Because of this tail I’m stuck to where there’s water. I-I can’t be with you the way you deserve, Chrom.”

He approached them, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them close. “But you want to be with me?”

He watched the tips of their pointed ears flush, “I-I… yes, I do. More than anything. But there’s no way to be properly with you.”

He frowned and rested his chin on their head. There had to be a way that they could be together, hopefully one that wouldn’t force Fae to sacrifice something. “Maybe I could look in the castle libraries for something? There has to be some sort of answer somewhere! I’m sure you’re not the first mermaid to want to go upon land.”

“You’re right. I’ll go back and look as well. Maybe a certain friend of mine can… she’s good with hexes and magic, I’m sure she knows something!”

“Then it’s settled! When do you want to meet back here?”

“It’ll take about three days to get there and three days to come back, and a few days of research… so two weeks?”

“Two weeks it is. They’ll be the longest of my life but they will be worth it!”

He pulled Fae into a strong embrace, cupping their face in his hand and pressing a long kiss to their forehead. It would be a long two weeks. Filled with disaster and trouble, but they would be so worth it.

In the span of two weeks Fae was able to meet up with Tharja, a sea witch with great knowledge of magic and curses, and Henry, a mischievous merman who could undo any curse he desired. Both were longtime friends of Fae, and were eager to help find a solution.

“I can’t believe that you got a prince to fall for you! That has to be some caws for celebration!” Henry cackled as he scanned the tome in front of him.

“Stop with the puns or I’ll hex your mouth shut!” Tharja snapped.

“You realize he could undo that, right?” Fae questioned.

“Oh who c- oh what is this?” Tharja eyes the page. “This may be what we’ve been looking for.”

Fae and Henry rushed over to her side to look over the page. The three looked at each other, the spell, then each other again.

“We’ve got it.” Fae breathed. “I-I can, if this works!”

“Woohoo! This is great! Now what’s the price!” Henry scanned the page.

“Looks like… nothing really. If Fae were to enter the ocean they’d turn back, but as soon as they’d leave they’d go back to human.”

“For something like this, this can’t be it.” Fae murmured. “There has to be a bigger price. There always is!”

“No, she’s right. Maybe the price is just being stuck as a mermaid in saltwater. Not too bad of a price if I say so myself. Nyahaha!”

“Then, let’s go!”

And the three swam as fast as they could to that little alcove in Ylise.

However, Chrom was not so lucky in his endeavors. All books pointed towards myths and fables, and the closest thing to advice that he got was to go to a back market psychic, which just reaked of disaster. And not only that, but it seemed that his sister had thought of setting him up for a marriage!

“Chrom, you haven’t found anyone yet.” Frederick sighed. “You need to get married. You can’t just wait for the woman who rescued you to show up again!”

“The person who rescued me will return, I know it.” Chrom replied. “Plus, Sumia isn’t into men! She has a thing for Sully and we all know it! Come on, the others have been betting on when and who will confess!”

Frederick sighed again. He knew his liege was right, but the people of Ylise were getting tired of waiting for the crown prince to decide who he was going to marry, even if he wasn’t getting the throne. “To me it sounds like you’ve met this person more than just after they rescued you. But that would be impossible seeing as they never showed up to the castle for thanks or the such.”

“Fae isn’t like that! They were just glad to help me!” Chrom glared, then realized his mistake.

“Ha! So you have been sneaking out behind my back! Do you know how dangerous that is? And of this Fae person, what if they’re a danger to you?”

“They rescued me, they’re no danger.”

“Oh really? Then introduce me to them.”

“I-I can’t. They um, went away to research something.” Gods this was hard, and treading into telling Frederick the entire truth.

“Research what?”

Well, guess it was time to spill the truth then. “They’re a mermaid. That’s how they rescued me.”

Frederick stared at Chrom blankly. “Are you serious, milord?”

Chrom nodded, and the two stood in silence for a few moments before Chrom spoke up. “Listen, there’s only a day left before they return. Can you please wait until then, and help me?”

“We sure can!” Came Lissa’s voice from out of nowhere. “I knew it was suspicious that you were researching! But it’s so cute to know that it was for your love! I can’t wait to meet them!”

Chrom flushed red, but accepted his fate. At least someone was on his side.

It was finally the day of return and Chrom could not be happier. He waited in the usual spot, with Frederick and Lissa with him. It felt like forever before Fae popped their head above the surface with a happy cry of “Chrom!”

Without a second thought he ran right to them, picking them up out of the water with a twirl and pressing a kiss to their lips. “It’s been too long, much too long.” He murmured.

Fae nodded happily, “We’ve found a solution!”

“A mermaid” Frederick muttered.

“Ohmigosh! See he was telling the truth!” Lissa cheered.

Henry and Tharja popped their heads up as they approached, glancing at the strangers. “Well this is happy. But can we get on with the show?” Tharja held up the tome they needed. “We got some magic to work!”

“Two mermaids.” Frederick shook his head.

And in no time Fae sat on the dry surface as Tharja chanted the spell. Anticipation hung in the air as Fae was surrounded by a brilliant light. As it dimmed, Fae sat there with two legs instead of their fin.

Quickly they were covered by Chrom’s cloak, who swooped them into his arms yet again. “I could cry out of joy. Fae, will you be mine? Will you take my hand?”

Fae nodded their head rapidly as they flung their arms around his neck, “Yes, yes!”

And so the two lived happily.

#husband-of-lucoa #asks #prince and his tactician

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002. Part 12

Words: 2,643 Tags: Merman AU, Smut, Pregnancy Kink, Subtle hints of A/B/O Summary: Things between Markus and Connor become heated and a strange ghostly image of a certain someone appears.

Author’s Note: This is purely a Markus and Connor chapter. Enjoy the smut and don’t worry too much about the mer specifics. Just know that Connor is able to become pregnant and carry children.

Connor's scent was threatening to overwhelm Markus but he had decided on a place that would be a little more suitable for ravaging the beautiful and ethereal merman that was his - even though it wasn't known to all just yet, very soon it would be. It was maddeningly hard to not take Connor here within the confines of Jericho but he wanted to see the other mer, lost in the throes of pleasure under his ministrations and touches within the shallows of the coral reef. And there was a perfect spot, he would claim his beloved there and not in the gloomy, dark depths of the deep ocean.

"Where are we going..?" Connor asked curiously tilting his head as he let Markus guide him away from Jericho and up towards the surface.

"To the reef, its lovely there and I want to spend time there with you..." he trailed off and glanced back with a dark, aroused gaze and he wondered if Connor was actually aware of the fact his scent, screamed for him to be mated and claimed. It was maddening and hard but nevertheless, Markus with Herculean control guided them into the lighter depths of the sea and as the neared the rays of sunlight, the beautiful coloring on Connor's tail became more apparent and only added to his beauty. How had Markus found someone so perfect and wonderful?

There were unspoken words that Connor had picked up as the gorgeous and attractive tanned mer said and he smiled at the fact Markus' gaze was heavy with lust and desire. He had noticed the subtle shift in his body temperature and the fact heavy arousal and the need to have Markus, the timing of it was a little sooner then he had anticipated but he was glad that he wasn't near his father, right now...he didn't even want to imagine that and so he immediately pushed that aside. He was here with Markus now and that was all that mattered. And as they got nearer to the coral reef that was somewhere his mate to be was fond of, he felt the warmth of the ocean wash over him, it was his mothers touch warm and reassuring.

He is the one my sweet, darling boy make him yours...you have it within yourself to do just that. You already have and know that I am so proud of you and love you dearly...

"I come here a lot..but this place isn't nearly as beautiful as you.." Markus said to Connor as the brunette had paused for a moment as they reached the reef and he took this moment to take in the entirety of Connor's form and it felt as though the ocean and water around them fell still in a sort of reverence and for a brief moment there was a ghostly form of a beautiful blonde mermaid who had pressed a gentle, motherly kiss to Connors' forehead before she pulled away and glanced at him. And he felt a voice intrude into his mind.

Look after my sweet boy, know that you will be tested very soon and I pray that you make the right decision. If you do not..my son and everything will be lost to you and my oceans will fall to ruin...

The moment was over almost immediately though as the ocean fell into its usual rhythm once more and Connor opened his eyes to see Markus looking a little out of sorts - and so he swam over to the other mer.

"Markus? Are you alright...?" he asked quietly reaching out and gently cupping the darker skinned mer with his hand and gently running his thumb over Markus's lips and pulling the other from his reverie. His mother's words still rang strongly in his mind and he would do exactly what he was meant to. Markus would be his heart, body, and soul even if he didn't know it yet and so he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Markus'.

Markus was still in a daze, trying to process everything that he had been told and when he felt the comforting press of soft lips against his own he managed to find himself grounded and pulled back to the present, he felt dizzy though and knowing that it was Connor who was initiating the kiss and silently demanding for him to take control he let himself fall into that pull. He would think about those words later. Right now all he could smell and feel was all of Connor enveloping and suffocating him in the best possible way.

Markus would never tire of how wonderful Connor's body felt under his hands, that lithe, powerful frame that looked surprisingly delicate but was furthest from the truth. How the brunette responded to his touches with those beautiful moans, Connor truly did have a beautiful voice and hearing his name fall from those lips made him swell with pride and happiness.

"Mmm..I am now.." Markus all but replied before guiding the both of them into the shallower depths of the turquoise blue sea and ensuring that Connor was beneath him, back pressed into the warmth of the sand and still deep enough that both of their tails were still submerged in the water, the waves lapping on the shore of the white, sandy beach. Connor let out a moan as Markus latched onto one of his sensitive nipples, licking and biting and reveling in the gasps and moans that fell from the other's lips and murmured his praises.

"You are so beautiful Connor, I could spend every moment lost in your beauty, such a responsive body..." the darker skinned mer murmured and indeed Markus intended to take his time with Connor, to watch him come undone bit by bit. Jericho and his responsibilities be damned.

Hearing Markus' praise and sultry words of along with the assault of the sensations he was being accosted with, and that maddening warmth and heat of wanting this, and wanting more of it - it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. This was what it was supposed to feel like. Connor realized this wasn't forced or unnatural, this felt right. He tried to move and press himself closer but he let out a chuckle at the fact Markus had manoeuvred them into such a position, and with that strong body of pure muscle was holding him down by the shoulder and he cried out Markus' name as the other hand had slid downwards towards his urogenital slit plump with arousal by Markus' ministrations and the brunette licked his lips as he felt those fingers pushing inside of him.

"Hnngh...feels good, want.." he paused to lick his lips and gaze into those stunning blue eyes of Markus' and continuing he moved instinctively against those fingers pressing inside of him "..more of you..." The tightness of his Connor's vaginal canal was perfect around his fingers, the tightness from a little while earlier now offering only a little resistance and his phallus was already fully erect and ready - but he wouldn't claim the brunette yet. No, he wanted to see the other come more undone...

"Tell me how good my fingers feel inside of you? Do you like that Connor..." Markus murmured as he leaned down and kissed and dragged his teeth along that pale expanse the brunette’s neck as he continued to finger Connor's vaginal canal.

"Ahh...M-Markus...hngh.." Connor couldn't find himself coherent enough to response and instead decided to let his body show its appreciation and now three fingers, inside of him pushing into him , again and again languidly and it wasn't enough now he wanted more and with a growl decided to make his impatience and want for more known and he found himself focusing enough to make it clear, about what he wanted. "Your tongue inside of me. I want it now..."

Markus groaned at hearing that Connor wanted to be fucked by his tongue and he wasted no time in pulling away from that delicious, pale expanse of neck that would be littered with his bites and bruises by the time they were done no doubt and acquiesced to Connor's demand and let himself be guided by Connor's hands before he greedily buried himself into those delicious lips licking into that warm cavern with Connor now writhing and keening beneath him, in a wanton and delectable manner.

"Markus..oh! Hnngh..there.." Connor moaned as his tongue circled and teased his entrance and the brunette tasted divine and he pushed his tongue in deeper, causing Connor to scratch and claw at his scalp and let out loud mewls of pleasure fell from his mate. And he continued to assault that warm channel with his tongue and his fingers as well.

Markus' hands were hot and demanding and he let out a noise of displeasure as the weight of the other was no longer holding him down but that was immediately readdressed as he felt that hand now wrap itself around his aroused cock, and stroke him in eager, hard strokes and he was assaulted once more with a myriad of sensations. It became all too much and he felt himself contract around Markus' tongue and fingers, his moans becoming shrieks as he felt himself fall into the blissful lightheadedness as the orgasm shook through his entire being and he quickly pulled Markus up to him so that they were face to face before rolling them over so that he was above the other now and leaned down to lick and taste his release.

Markus kept going driven on by the need and want to taste and feel Connor wholly come undone behind him and he let out a groan of arousal as he felt the sweet slick of Connor's release and let himself bask in the scent of it. It was indescribable but it felt like a benediction and he let it wash over him. The brunette's scent had lessened a bit in its intensity now but in a moment he would claim, the other mer and claim him permanently. And so when Connor shifted them so that he was the one beneath him he decided to relinquish his control for the time being and he chuckled and let out a pleased hum as the pretty brunette leaned down to nuzzle him. And he wrapped his arms around Connor's lithe, pale figure and undulated his hips so that their cocks rubbed against each other - Connor's release from a moment earlier making it feel more intense then normal.

"I will gift you with so many wonders..my Markus.." Connor said as shifted lazily in a languid teasing manner taking his revenge on Markus' earlier teasing ministrations before he reached down and wrapped one of his hand's around both their lengths and use the other one to hold him up, so that he could gaze down his endless pools of delicious chocolate brown as he took in Markus' reactions. "Would you like to breed me? I want to feel your cock deep inside of me as you fill me with your seed and watch me grow fat with our children.." Connor continued as effortlessly guided Markus' length into his vaginal canal and moved against him in a manner, that ensured he was fully sheathed inside of him.

"Come I want you to fuck me and fill me..." Connor said enticingly as he lowered his lashes and bit his lip, before meeting the Markus gaze and letting out a laugh that became a loud moan of pleasure as Markus' hands gripped his hips and the powerful, well defined and muscular form of the darker skinned mer undulated against him and he let his fingers graze against that silver ring that was tied to a black necklace.

The shift in Connor was something that Markus' found incredibly hot and it was most likely due to the fact the other's heat was upon them and he found himself feeling infinitely grateful for being given this, even if he wasn't Connor's first - that had been taken by someone he would ensure would meet an untimely demise, he would make sure that everyone wholly knew that they belonged together. And he let out a loud groan as he visualized just how attractive the prospect of having Connor carry his heir and until know it wasn't something he had thought about, but things were different now and yes he did want to see Connor, swollen and pregnant with their offspring.

He didn’t miss the delicate almost curious touch against the ring that was attached to his necklace, one that his father Carl had given him on his eighteenth nameday and was also the royal ring, the one his brother had was a copy. No doubt even in pregnancy the brunette currently above him would be just as alluring and tantalizing. "Yes I want that, I'd fill you with all my seed and watch you swell with our brood..." he murmured and he let out a loud groan as Connor took his momentary distraction and guided him into that tight, heat which he had buried his tongue and fingers in earlier.

And he let out a growl, his hands instinctively sliding down to grip either side of those lithe hips as Connor's scent enveloped him once more, driving him to rut and breed his mate just like he had been asked. Leaning up he moved his hips hard and fast and bit hard into Connor's neck as the brunette writhed and moved against him, seeking more and all that the other could give and once more they shifted into a position, where Markus' thrusts would be pressing deeper and further, as their rhythm and movements synchronised beautifully.

Connor's rigid length trapped between their tails was giving him extra stimuli he was and soon he decided that he would push Markus a little further. "Fuck me harder...want it more..fill my womb with your seed..." Connor murmured and let out a cry of pleasured pain as Markus claimed him wholly as he felt the tip of Markus' phallus brush and push against the entrance of his womb, rubbing against it over and over as Connor clawed and mewled at the feeling of being so full and the fact that Markus would fill him with those sperm-sacks that he wanted. "Ah yes..give it to me.."

"I'm gonna spill soon I’m close, gonna fill you so good and give you what you want. I am yours and I won't ever let you go. Go on and claim me..." Markus replied possessively and darkly and he let out a groan as he felt his release as those hooked barbs latched onto the relaxed edges of Connor's womb, that willingly opened and allowed for his seed to spill inside of the brunette. And he felt the warmth and love flow through him as Connor bit into his neck, painfully marking him as he had done to the other and the fact that the brunette was licking at his blood - only made him thrust a few more times until he was spent wholly.

The orgasm that his Connor was more potent than the last one and although he felt full and uncomfortable he was too tired to do anything, and instead nuzzled against Markus who lovingly held him in those strong arms protectively. "Rest love, I'll be here.." Markus murmured and Connor nodded sleepily before falling into the welcoming embrace of sleep. Carefully Markus laid himself against the sand, one hand behind his head as Connor sleepily snuggled against him as he gazed up at the blue sky, littered with soft white wispy clouds and the quiet stillness of the beach and the gentle breeze lulling him into closing his eyes also and succumbing to sleep also, his hold on Connor however never loosening.

#novella #fiction #rk1000 #markus x connor #merman au #merman alternate universe #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh #detroit: become human #smut #connor rk800 #markus rk200 #conkus

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purrincess-chat · 6 years

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MariChat May: A Merman’s Heart CH1

It’s MariChat May! With a twist! I decided to do things a little differently this time, so here is a merman au ft. Mer!Chat. Hopefully you all enjoy what I have in store for MeriChat May ;) I’ve selected 6 prompts to do for this fic, then I have two requests and one prompt that I’m going to use to continue another fic that everyone has been asking for a continuation of, so stay tuned! May is gonna be a wild ride for me, you guys.

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Chapter One

The night air was calm and quiet, a gentle sea breeze wafting the scent of salt against Marinette’s cheeks as she strolled along the shore. White waves washed around her feet as the tide rushed in, and she giggled as a small crab struggled to right itself after being pushed around. She stooped to flip it back over, watching as it scurried away the moment its feet touched the sand.

Everything was peaceful, and she lingered for a few moments, enjoying the soft melody of the ocean with closed eyes. Ever since she got her own little cottage by the shore, she often took walks on her way home from work. Their town wasn’t nearly as big as the surrounding cities, but the clothes shop she worked for drew quite a bit of business. It was tiring work, but she enjoyed it. Besides, calm nights like this served to relax her after a long day. She’d always found peace in the water which is why she chose a house on the outskirts of town just to be closer to it.

The people in the village were very superstitious and had warned her against it for fear of mermaids who would lure her out to her death, but those were just old wives tales told to children. There was no such thing as man-eating creatures from the sea. The idea was simply preposterous.

Or so that’s what she’d always thought, but the stars had a funny way of proving her wrong, she’d found.

Nearing the end of her walk, she spotted something strewn across the rocks at the base of the cliff. Squinting to make it out, she realized that it was not a something but a someone, and in an instant, she took off toward them.

“Excuse me?” She called, climbing haphazardly across the jagged stones. “Are you al…right?”

Her eyes widened as they scanned over black scales and flaccid fins sprawled across a rock as the creature struggled to breathe. Moonlight reflected off the wet sheen on its side, and even in the dark she could tell what it was. Blood. Every instinct in her body told her to run, but the face was so…human that she couldn’t bear to just leave it to die. Something about the rapid heaving of its chest as ragged gasps escaped its lips stirred up a sort of empathy in her chest that wouldn’t allow her to turn the other way.

In hind sight, dragging a mer-creature to her home in a burlap sack should have seemed like a horrible idea, but nevertheless it’s where she was in the moment. If the townspeople found out about him they’d surely kill it and throw her in an asylum, but the empathetic heart beating in her chest couldn’t let an innocent creature die.

Of course, if the stories were to be believed then this creature had probably murdered dozens of innocent people for its own satiation, and for a brief moment, she paused her efforts and stared down at the creature curiously. Would it be better to let it die? Would more lives be saved by allowing nature to take its course? Allow one to die in order to save the multitude as it were, but almost as quickly as the thought came, she dismissed it, shaking her head as if to sift the thought from her brain like writing in the sand. She had no way of knowing for sure, and perhaps helping would earn her some good karma points with the merpeople, who, despite her earlier doubts, seemed to be very real.

Marinette kicked the door open to her cottage, dragging the creature along with labored grunts until she finally reached the bathroom and stopped to catch her breath. She collapsed onto the side of the tub, flicking on the water before taking a closer look at what she’d brought home.

He, she figured it was a he anyway, was rather handsome for a fish-creature with chiseled cheek bones and a mop of blond hair tied back into a messy pony tail. He looked so normal, but once her eyes moved downward from the face there was no denying that he was anything but. From the waist up, he seemed more or less human minus the few scales trailing up his sides and garnishing his hands where pointed claws topped each finger. And the gills desperately heaving against his rib cage, she supposed, but a scaly black tail replaced legs on his lower half which served to remind her to be extra cautious when handling him. This creature was no human, and if legend was any indication of reality, he was dangerous.

Shaking her head to clear it, she awkwardly hoisted him up into the tub, thankful for her many years of lifting flour sacks at her parent’s bakery for her strength. She was surprised that he never awoke through all of her handling, and she had to wonder just how much blood he’d lost. The burlap she’d carried him in was splotched bright red where his side had touched, and the water in the tub was already turning too.

Cupping her hands, she splashed clean water over the wound to clean it, but the bleeding was too persistent. She rummaged through her cabinets for medical supplies, retrieving some antiseptic mist that she purchased from the local pharmacy as well as several wads of gauze. Gritting her teeth, she held the bottle out at arm’s length before releasing a swift spray directly onto the wound. The creature cried out in agony, eyes snapping wide open and wild green sclera training on her in an instant. It bared its fangs with a loud hiss that sent Marinette scurrying out the door in a hurry.

As she leaned her back against the door and clutched her chest where her heart hammered frantically, she heard more guttural growls and hissing from the other side, and instantly, she regretted ever bringing such a creature into her home. What had she been thinking? All of the stories must have come from somewhere, and now she had brought a man-eating monster into her home. She should alert the police, but she supposed then she’d have to explain how the creature got into her bathtub in the first place. Perhaps she could wait for it to die, but that may take too long. By then it could crawl out of the tub and eat her and regain its energy. Maybe she should go spend the night with her parents and pray that it dies overnight from blood loss or starvation.

Almost as soon as it had begun, the noise in the bathroom stopped, and Marinette eyed the knob with a conflicted crease to her brow. Did she dare peek inside? What if it was just luring her into a false sense of security, and the moment she opened the door it leapt out and ripped out her throat? Though, judging by the amount of blood smeared on her floor, she’d be willing to bet that the creature didn’t have much energy for leaping. Perhaps if she were cautious enough, she could reason with it? Were mer-creatures reasonable? She supposed there was no time like the present to find out.

With a few deep breaths, she slowly twisted the knob once more and cracked the door just enough to peer inside. The creature was still in the tub, its head leaned back against the wall, and she could make out the persistent rise and fall of its chest with each shallow gasp. When it tried to move, a pained groan echoed against the walls, and it trained its eyes on the tiny crack in the door causing Marinette to jump a little as she felt them baring into her.

“I will help you, but only if you promise not to attack me,” She said shakily sounding anything but the confident and firm she was going for. Could mer-creatures even understand humans?

After a few beats of shallow breaths came a reply, “You have my word.”

Pushing the door open cautiously, she poked her head in to see the creature adorned with a pleading expression as he cupped his side, and her heart lurched in her chest. With a renewed purpose, she crouched next to the tub, and he reluctantly moved his hands. She felt her pits sweat a little as he watched her every move intently, fearing that at any moment he’d snap, but to her surprise he stayed surprisingly still.

“I’m going to spray some more of this on you, okay? It’s going to prevent it from getting infected,” She explained, holding up the bottle of antiseptic. “It’s going to sting a little.”

When the mist made contact, he writhed in pain, baring his fangs once more and clutching the edge of the tub, and Marinette flinched back instinctively with a grimace.

“You torturous wench!” He cried.

“Sorry!” She gasped, fumbling with her supplies with shaking hands until she found a sealing balm. “I-I promise this one won’t hurt.”

His eyes narrowed as she clumsily unscrewed the lid and scooped some out with her fingers, and a snarl rippled up from his throat as she began to apply it but soon replaced with a relieved sigh. She reached for the gauze and pressed a wad against the wound, applying firm pressure with one hand while grabbing a bandage wrap with the other. She met his glare anxiously, swallowing back a lump in her throat before she spoke.

“Um, I’m going to wrap it up now, can you hold this in place?” His eyes flicked down to his side, and slowly, he moved to slip his hands under hers and resume pressure while she wrapped.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked as she tied it off and rinsed her hands under the faucet. “I thought all humans loathed us.”

“I dunno,” She admitted with a shrug, wetting a cloth with a few spritzes of antiseptic and delicately dabbing it over his other wounds. “I just…saw someone who needed help, and it didn’t feel right to leave you there. Even if you could easily kill me if you wanted.”

“That I could, little lady,” He said with a grunt, a smirk curling on his lips. “So what’s to assure you that I don’t eat you in the middle of the night?”

“Well, given your current condition and lack of legs, and granted that I am a light sleeper, I could hear you coming long before you could ever reach me in bed. I’d have more than enough time to escape, and something tells me my legs can move much faster on land than your tail,” She said matter-of-factly, and he rewarded her with a conceding cock of the brow. “Besides, it’s poor manners to hurt the person who saved your life.”

He grumbled something under his breath that Marinette took as an expression of gratitude. After applying more balm over his injuries, she plugged up the tub and allowed it to fill up over his tail, stopping it just shy of his side wound so as to not wash away the medicine. Tucking away her medical supplies, she stole a quick glance at him to find those thin-slits of eyes staring at her curiously.

“Um,” She cleared her throat. “You should stay here tonight and give the medicine a chance to work on your wound. I’ll take you back down to shore as soon as you are healed, alright?”

“Alright.” He gave a short nod, following her every movement as she stood up and walked to the door stiffly.

“Good night, merperson,” She said, pressing her lips into a firm line.

“Good night, human girl.”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #marichat #marichat may 2018 #my writing #a merman's heart #merman au

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spartanguard · 6 years

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*plops some squid in your pond & runs away giggling*

🦑🦑🦑🦑🦑🦑🦑🦑🦑

dang, that’s a lot of squid, Miss A ;) Hope this is what you were looking for!

missing you (A Tall Tail), for MerMay

Summary: Based on a prompt from @xpumpkindumplingx, Emma is missing her merman, so arranges for some alone time under the sea. (Set in the A Tall Tail universe, some time after their daughter is born but a couple years before their son arrives) | 2k | rated M

Life with a little one was certainly the noisy, chaotic adventure Killian had expected, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. But he hated the days he had to venture out to the sea to sate his merman side, lest he start a whirlpool in a sippy cup or at bathtime (the latter did tend to delight his daughter, though).

Emma had practically pushed him out the door today after the odd sloshing they heard coming from the dishwasher. He always felt guilty, leaving her with the babe on her own, and feared he’d miss out on something. He hadn’t yet, but what if today was the day she started walking? Emma had assured him it would be fine, though, and she’d see him later when his powers weren’t causing mayhem.

His magic had calmed some since he came down below, resting in their favorite kelp bed, but the more he thought about his wife, the more they began to flex again, creating a gentle whirlpool around him that warped the sun’s light streaming down through the water.

True Love had once seemed a daunting label for their relationship, but now, it didn’t seem a strong enough identifier for the woman who had helped pull him from a dead-ended path, stayed at his side through life-altering adventures, and made him a father. He loved her impossibly more each day and was longing to show her just how much.

Gods, just the thought of her had him aroused. He slid his palm down the plane of his stomach, past where skin turned to scale, and pulled his manhood out from the slit that covered it. He gave it a firm stroke, the image of his beautiful wife in his mind. And another. And another, this one drawing a sigh from his lips.

He supposed it was the merman part of him that was envisioning her with her tail, swimming gracefully as sunlight glinted off her emerald scales and highlighted the treasured gold speckled throughout it. She was gorgeous in any form, but oh, did Emma make an incredible mermaid.

His pace increased as his erection grew firmer in hand, and though his eyes were closed, he was still aware of the bubbles dancing around him created from the swirling current that matched the coil of tension wrapping around his spine, from low in his back to the end of his fins.

And all the while, the vision of his wife danced in his mind’s eye, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Oh, Emma,” he sighed on his next stroke, squeezing even harder and brushing the tip, bucking his hips involuntarily.

“Yes?”

Wait—that was really her voice. He froze mid-pull and his eyes flew open to see his blonde angel hovering over him, hair floating around her in a brilliant halo.

“Emma? What are you doing here, love?” he asked, attempting (and failing) to sound casual.

“Getting a show, apparently,” she replied with a smirk.

“Oh? Was it entertaining?” He used his most lustful voice, and followed it by licking his lips slowly.

“It was looking pretty good, but it got interrupted,” she quipped, nodding down at the fact that he still had, for lack of a better term, his dick in his hand. Winking, she continued, “So this is what you do when you’re down here on your own now—have all the fun without me?”

“It’s nowhere near as much fun as we could have together,” he murmured, pulling her into his side. Almost posessively, he wrapped his tail around hers to keep her close and wrapped his arms around her trim waist. Motherhood had left her a bit curvier than she used to be but no less stunning.

But there was something else that hung on her frame, he noticed, as he studied her: fatigue. He was sure he wore it, too, given that little Hali was barely past a year old and already bound and determined to get into as much trouble as her parents combined. But seeing the way it lined Emma’s face down here, where they were usually so relaxed, was slightly jarring, and he suddenly felt ashamed at giving himself a moment’s respite when she’d had none.

“My apologies for having to dash off on you this morning,” he said softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Is everything alright?”

“Hey, you couldn’t help it. And nothing important happened, trust me,” she answered, almost groaning.

“That implies something happened.”

“Just your daughter’s ongoing fight against the carseat.” Hali hated to be confined in the safety contraption, but was generally okay when someone was in the backseat with her. When she wasn’t, though—oh, did she make her displeasure known.

“I’m sorry you had to handle that on your own.”

“She was fine as soon as she saw my dad.”

“Of course she was,” he chuckled; Dave was her favorite person after her parents and big brother, and the feeling was mutual. “Well, that answers my next question.”

“Yeah; I think my mom was looking for an excuse to spoil her, so they have her for the night.”

He arched an eyebrow in surprise. “For the whole night?”

“Mhmm.” Emma squeezed her tail around him a bit tighter, brushing her pelvis against his hip. “I just…missed you,” she explained with a shrug.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t been intimate since Hali’s arrival, but certainly far less than they had before—which certainly played into the position Emma had just found him in. He cupped her face with his hand and said softly, “I’ve missed you too, my love,” before placing a firm, gentle kiss against her lips.

His mouth lingered on hers, long enough for her hand to drift to his waist and lightly squeeze. She broke the kiss and breathed, “As much as I love it when you’re being sweet, are you going to show me how much you missed me, or am I going to have to take care of myself, like you were about to?”

He smirked. “Oh, heavens no, my dear; that would be terribly bad form.” His hand slid over her waist, around the curve of her hip, and then skimmed over her scales until he found that sensitive nub hidden low on her pelvis. She flinched, but then she grinned.

Gently, he swiped her hidden folds, drawing a full-bodied shudder from her. So he did it again. And then again, now drawing a sigh from her, which was enough to get his erection stirring once more (not that it had really gone anywhere).

One advantage of being underwater was the ease of moving; so he gripped her hip and moved himself down, level with her entrance. He placed a gentle kiss to her clit, and probed his tongue through her slit. She tasted a bit different down here—a bit saltier, understandably—but still uniquely, sweetly Emma.

He lapped at her like a man parched and reveled in every gasp and moan he drew from her. Her fingers tensed against his scalp, buried as they were his free-flowing coif, and it spurred him on to increase his pace.

The one disadvantage of this form, however, was the lack of surface. The closer he worked Emma to release, the more he could feel his own building, and was all too aware of his straining cock. Instinctively, he rutted his hips, but the open water they floated in gave him no relief.

A moment later, Emma’s fingers tightened in his hair and started tugging him away and up.

“Swan?” he rasped as he let her pull him to her.

Her eyes were impossibly green and wide with want, and she was panting. “While I’m thrilled you want to go down on me,” she started, breathless, “when I say ‘I miss you,’ that means I need you. Inside of me,” she added, lightly gripping his erection for emphasis.

He certainly couldn’t deny that request. “As you wish,” he whispered, flicking his tail around hers to bring her closer.

In a well-practiced motion, she lined him up with her entrance and he slid in. They let out simultaneous sighs once he was fully sheathed, then chuckled at their shared reaction.

“I love you, Swan.”

“I love you, too. Now move, please.”

“As you wish.”

Keeping the lower half of their tails entwined, he arched his body back to come out part way, but then, to his surprise, she was the one to bring them back together.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, amused.

“Yeah,” she gasped back, sliding her hands from his hips to his rear.

And thus began a back and forth between them, taking turns pushing and pulling with a few stutters until they found their rhythm. He peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses as they went, and her hands caressed the muscles of his back and chest, occasionally scratching or gripping.

From there, it wasn’t long until Killian felt his release building quickly again, and Emma’s increasingly staggered breaths told him she was close too. He was vaguely aware of the growing whirlpool around them as well.

Using his fin as leverage, he changed his angle just enough to brush against the spot inside Emma that always hastened her arrival to climax. “Ohh,” she moaned on his first press there. “Yes, oh, oh my…”

Then her walls were squeezing and rippling around his cock and she gave an unintelligible yell as she came. “So beautiful, my love,” he murmured as he continued to pump in and out, on the precipice of his own orgasm.

And a few pulses later, he fell over the edge with her, shouting her name as the ocean swirled around them, leaving trails of bubbles tingling across their skin to match the stars in their vision.

When he returned to awareness, the water around them was calming and Emma was gently sliding away, breaking their physical connection. But she wrapped herself back around him a moment later, circling him with both her arms and her tail and pressing her head against his chest.

He embraced her with one arm and used the other to guide them back down into the kelp; in their ardor, they’d drifted away a bit. They settled into the plush greenery, letting the fronds brush their stimulated skin as they came down from their shared bliss. “So, my love, do you still miss me?” he asked as he played with her hair, always enthralled with how his fingers flowed through the silken strands down here.

She looked up at him. “I always miss you when you’re here and I’m not. And whenever we’re apart.” She ran her fingers through his hair, then down his cheek to rest on his jaw before placing a gentle kiss against his lips. When she pulled back, she had an almost-wicked grin on her face. “But maybe, if we’ve got all night, we can make some more memories that get me through those lonely hours.”

“You’re so dramatic, Swan,” he teased.

“Well, I had a good teacher,” she threw back, bumping his hip with hers.

“I’ll gladly give you anything your heart desires, milady.”

They were vaguely aware of the sky changing colors overhead, the bright yellow of the sun turning red and giving way to the stark white of the moon as they continued to make love through the evening, eventually falling into a deep slumber, completely tangled together.

The next morning, they woke slowly to the sun’s dappled light playing on their skin. After a quick stretch, Emma turned to him. “You know, it’s kind of ironic—I came down here because I missed you…”

“…And now you miss Hali,” he finished.

“Yeah.”

“Me too. Let’s go get our lass.”

David had a long list of all the mischief their darling little guppie had gotten into during the last twelve hours, but they were too overjoyed at being reunited to care much. (And they may have decided to spend the rest of the day underwater, but this time as a family.)

Feel free to send in more Mermay prompts! I’m working on the ones I have :)

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