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alias-inkpatch · 2 years
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moncherellie · 8 months
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water polo player! abby
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a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.
-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)
men dni.
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water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc
but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal
there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot
center has to be dependable, strong, and fast
abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her
she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport
got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?
im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college
she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team
it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates
she blossoms on that team
every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup
((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))
the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium
and that includes you, of course
you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE
you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt
abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl
like i said though, she's mostly game face
but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number
it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes
so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that
her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !
her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess
eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO
broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her
strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"
-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.
"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right
the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"
"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout
yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time
-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?
-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door
-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.
she wins every game and says it's because of you
it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete
but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world
you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball
but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???
-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see
water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under
when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you
when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate
-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning
despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos
you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her
you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places
it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles
thank god for this sport, you think
she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass
smacksmacksmack
-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"
-"no."
it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs
water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"
it's like she's never eaten
speaking of eating... (im sorry)
she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved
who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..
you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up
-"i fucked it up! sorry!"
-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it
if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous
but you do feel a lil special.
anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room
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From the depths
Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, October 2023 edition
Prompt: suck, 480 words
CW: Mild blood and gore; Drowning; References to murder; Monsters; Tentacles
Rated: M
Notes: It's October, I'm all up in my spooky shit
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Eddie’s first thought as consciousness returns is that he’ll murder Jason fucking Carver. 
He should have known something was off when the asshole asked to make the deal by Lovers’ Lake, shouldn't have walked into the forest. Because of course his goons were hiding somewhere to tinker with the van. 
Eddie heaves a wrecking cough as the memories come. 
The rear swerving off the dark road. The brake pedal limp under his foot. Hitting the water. The sickening vertigo as the van went under. Water rising in the footwell, weight pressing in. The noise as the windshield cracked. 
The realization that he was gonna die. 
"Shhhh, breathe." 
A hand in his hair, a voice in his ear. 
Air in his lungs. 
Eddie's eyes open. 
For a second, he thinks he died and went to heaven. Because hovering above him is the prettiest boy he's ever seen. He's ethereal in the moonlight - chiseled features, soft hair, smooth skin dotted in moles.
"Wha-?"
"Don't speak," smiles the boy. His voice settles over Eddie, calm and commanding. "Only just pulled you out." 
He turns Eddie's head, probably to check for injuries? Eddie blinks as the surface of the lake swims into focus. Bubbles burst where the van disappeared. 
"Fuck," he rasps, sitting up. "Looks like I'm walking home." 
"No," coos the boy, and grips his hands. He's close, eyes very bright in the dark. They're hypnotic, like they're sucking him in. "Stay. It's been so long since I ate." 
Eddie freezes. Because the boy has just put a hand to his face, and it's clammy and cold like the water. Because there's something spanning between his clawed fingers, something webbed like membranes. 
Because the boy doesn't have legs. 
His bare torso melts into a coiling mass of tentacles, slithering all around them, wrapping around Eddie’s limbs, cold and moist and choking and- 
"Wait!" 
The boy - the creature - blinks gleaming eyes at him. One clawed hand pulls Eddie's fingers up to plush lips. They are still bloody from pounding against the walls of the van. A too-long, too-pointed tongue darts out to drag them into a mouth full of sharp fangs and sucks the blood right off.
"You're hungry," Eddie smiles through his horror, tries to make it disarming. "I can get you food. Lots of food, way better than my skinny ass." 
The boy releases his fingers with a wet pop. 
"Continue." 
Eddie frantically rambles on. "I know this big, meaty jock. Lots of muscle, very healthy. He should still be close, I can-" 
One membraned hand grabs his jaw.
"Do not try to wiggle out of this. I've marked you. If I call, you'll come. And I'll feed. Are we clear?" 
Eddie swallows. "Crystal. Now let me get you that snack." 
Jason disappears on that night. 
It's the first of many times Eddie feeds the boy from the lake.
Part 2
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minnaci · 5 days
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death cannot harm you in any way that matters, but when you wake up to astarion's fangs in your neck, a part of you regrets missing out on the most human of experiences— intimacy, connection, and love. perhaps you shouldn't have invited him to join your party.
contents: astarion x gn!reader, suggestive, neck kissing, astarion-typical toxicity (astarion nearly kills reader but it's romantic... trust), based on the early scene in bg3 when astarion first joins the party and kills tav, reader has never been in a relationship and is inexperienced in romance and sex, thoughts on death
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you wake to two sharp points of pleasure-pain at your throat. consciousness swims around you, slow and hazy like a smoke from a dying candle. "astarion?"
"hush, little thing." sure enough, your newest traveling companion's voice caresses your ears. ah, vampires. always so hungry. perhaps if you had awoken earlier, you would still have the will to fight him off. but now, warmth floods your body. your perception narrows to delicious sharpness of his fangs against your skin, to the steady, demanding weight of his body over yours.
"feels good," you stumble over the syllables, tongue thick in your mouth. a moan escapes you— a graceless, wanton thing. black creeps into the edges of your vision, but a sudden sense of urgency creeps into your heart. it's imperative that he knows— "astarion, 's so good."
"of course. sweet little things like you deserve a bit of pleasure now and again, don't they?" something dark tints the edges of his voice. you get the sense that he's not really listening to you, and it makes you pout. he's too focused on draining you dry, it seems. for shame! you muster the energy to wiggle a bit in his grasp, and astarion detaches long enough to coo at you. "now, now, don't fuss. just keep feeling good for me, darling."
you wiggle a bit more, a hint of a frown crossing your face. death has never scared you. it's simply the next great adventure, you think, with an added bonus of reuniting with the loved ones you'd lost along the way. that being said...
"i don't want to die yet," you say, even as your eyes roll back in your head. the feeling of blood draining from your neck into astarion's warm, wanting mouth makes your head spin. "you shouldn't kill me yet."
"and why is that?" he humors you once more, pulling back long enough to look you in the eye. you reach up to caress his cheek— trembling and tender. surprise flits across his face. his hand comes up to steady yours, as if on instinct.
"i haven't done everything i want to do yet." you struggle to focus. his features distort in your vision, but his cheek remains firm under your touch.
"oh? and what would those things be?"
"wanna be kissed." something about the blood loss makes the truth feel less pathetic to you. "wanna be fucked. wanna feel wanted. you probably don't get it. you're too pretty to understand."
there's a lengthy pause as your eyes flutter shut. your eyelids are simply too heavy to open. for a second, you think that maybe you've died already, but the pressure of his hand over yours keeps you clinging to life.
"...i can't do this to you." astarion huffs, as if the vistigial remnants of his moral code have personally slighted him. "you poor, pathetic thing. the only things you crave are simple touches?"
"'s not simple. 's everything. everything i've ever wanted."
"kissing and fucking aren't all that they're made out to be, darling." for the first time since you met him, astarion's voice loses that charming, snake-oil quality. "and feeling wanted doesn't always feel good, you know."
"i don't know," you say.
"hmm?" distantly, you feel surprisingly strong arms rearranging your limbs. a skin full of cool water appears at your lips, and a blanket is drawn carefully over your prone form.
"i don't know how it feels to be wanted." you pry open your eyes with herculean strength. astarion's face swims before you, sharp angles and delicate features highlighted by the light of the moon. "will you show me, astarion?"
"no." he smiles, and something shutters closed in his expression— some hint of vulnerability that you hadn't even realized he'd revealed until it was gone. his smile is an ugly, tight-lipped thing, so removed from how enchanting he normally is— he's dark and bitter as the coffee grounds you've squirreled away in your pack. you're vaguely aware of a new tension in his shoulders, a new set to the corners of his mouth. he's scared, you realize, the epiphany coming through a fog of semi-consciousness. what does he have to be scared of? you're the one who initiated, you're the one who put your weakly-beating heart on the line. "i'm afraid the cost of my love isn't a price you'd be willing to pay."
"that's okay," you say, letting your eyes close once again. exhaustion reigns over your bones, flows through your veins. somehow, rejection manages to hurt worse than imminent death. "thank you, though."
"for what, darling?"
for listening. for not laughing. for being kinder in his rejection than anyone has before.
"for not killing me," is what you finally settle on.
astarion does laugh, then, and that strange tension around him dissipates. "you really are too precious. here, my darling. take this as a consolation prize."
you're too tired to say you don't want a consolation prize— you've been the consolation prize your whole life. warm breath ghosts over your skin, and a soft pair of lips brushes over your forehead, your cheeks. there's a pause, then the barest hint of pressure over the corner of your mouth.
"there." astarion's voice filters into your brain from far, far away. "now you can't say you've never been kissed."
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ddejavvu · 11 months
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pervy aaron subtly undoing readers tie up swimsuit when they r swimming together? reader wondering why it keeps coming undone, and she starts getting embarrassed because she’s almost flashed him like three times now?? and hotch is all like “it’s okay :)) it’s probably just poorly made?? i’ll get you a new one :)) no you don’t have to get out of the water, i’m sure it’ll stay this time :)” knowing perfectly well it’s his doing.
this post is 18+, minors dni.
cw for perv!aaron, don't like, don't read.
There's a rush of cold water against a part of your body that shouldn't be exposed to it. Your nipple hardens, you feel the skin there stiffening from the ghost-like sensation it sends down your spine.
Your cheeks are hot as you rush over to the side of the pool, but as you squint through the sun for Emily who was lounging with a drink, she's nowhere to be found.
"Em," You call, "Emily?"
"She's in the bathroom," Aaron steps up behind you with a low, soothing voice, a slight wave licking up your neck as his body pushes ripples through the water, "Do you need something?"
"Uh," You flush hot, keeping your arms safely crossed over your chest, "I just needed her help with my swimsuit."
"Anything I can do?" Aaron raises an eyebrow, keeping his expression schooled into slight intrigue rather than a devious smirk.
"Could you," You hesitate, huffing as you turn your back to him, "Could you tie it again? I swear, this is, like, the third time it's come undone."
"I noticed," Aaron comments, thick fingers taking the wayward straps from where they're floating at your sides, and you hope he doesn't hear your breath hitch at the information, "Maybe you need a new one. I'm sure we could run to the store, if you want?"
"It's alright," You let out a sheepish laugh, a mere breath against the water as Aaron's fingers now brush against your back, twisting and tying the straps together.
"Besides," You straighten up as Aaron finishes tying your straps into a loose bow, "I didn't bring my wallet. Didn't want Rossi to charge me for the food I eat."
You turn just in time to be greeted by Aaron's bright laugh, and his hands leave warm patches against your back that the water surrounding you is all too happy to freeze again.
"If you want a new one, I'd be happy to treat," Aaron offers, voice kind and smile sweet. The gaze he ghosts over your side is anything but, though, eyes catching the already loose strap by your side, "But I'm sure this one will be fine now."
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉
I thank @royalsweetteaa for coming up with this and putting the idea into my head, and I hope you all enjoy it.
summary - you shouldn't have gone for a swim that day, especially when a giant merman is lurking for a little human to breed and keep.
warning - smut, dubcon, inter-species, slight drowning, slight somno, breeding kink, dirty talk, slightly dark, slight kidnapping.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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You arrived at the beach, and headed over to the sand, finding a secluded, comfortable spot to place your things before stripping from your clothes, revealing a small green bikini with tiny white flowers. You overlook the half-man, half-fish in the water, watching you strip and stretch, smirking as you head toward the cold, salty water, closer to the danger that lurks beneath the water. You merge into the water, slowly walking in and deeper. You let out a deep sigh as you dunk your head under and come back up, feeling refreshed.
You feel your body relax, floating on your back as you bask in the sun, enjoying the fresh water crashing softly against your tiny form. Your eyes are closed, and you aren’t aware of your surroundings. A squeak escapes you as you are suddenly pulled under. You are too busy struggling from the lack of air and the sudden fear that you don’t notice your bikini bottoms being yanked off. Once you’ve managed to get your bearings, you quickly swim back to the top, gasping for air as you look around, frightened, fearing a shark has grabbed you. Not knowing there is much worse lurking beyond the waters, as you try and keep yourself afloat, your legs rub together, and you feel you no longer wear your bikini bottoms. Your brows are furrowed as you look around and wonder. Your gaze lands on the piece of clothing floating a few metres ahead of you. Confused and curious, you swim out to grab them, not wanting to leave the water naked from the bottom below. 
When your hand grabs the flimsy material, you shriek as you feel something brush up against your legs. You clutch your bottoms to your chest, freaking as you look around, finally noticing how dark and cold the ocean actually looked and how lonely you really were. No one was on the beach or in the water. You were alone and probably close to death. You don’t see the merman beneath you, staring at your core with a smirk as he feels his cock harden. Ransom licked his lips and swam closer, wrapping his large webbed hands around your legs and yanking you underneath the water. 
The water swallows your scream, and your eyes sting from being open in the salty water. You stare wide-eyed at the giant man-like thing, gasping as you begin to swallow water, freaking out. Ransom huffs, rolling his eyes as he brings you back to the surface, annoyed as you cough and make a scene trying to breathe. As you huff and fill your lungs with as much oxygen as you can, a squeal escapes you, feeling something large and ribbed rubbing against your lips. You take a deep breath as your yanked back under the water, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you are impaled by something. 
Ransom groans, holding you down against him by your hips, thrusting deep and hard inside your tight cunt. “You’re such a whore, going for a swim in slutty clothes and getting fucked by a merman.” He smirks, knowing you can’t understand him, but he loves to watch you struggle against his throbbing member. His long, dark blue, scaly tail swishes behind him as he pounds into you, holding you tightly against him as he glares down at you with his pretty blue eyes. “You like being stretched out by my cock? Barely being able to breathe as I pound into you?” His hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, limiting your breath even more than before, grunting as he feels you squeezing him.
You feel intense pleasure coming from your lower half and pain coming from your chest as you struggle to breathe. His large hand gripped your hips as the other cut off your airflow. Your vision was becoming black as he kept you both under the water, his hardened member plunging deeper and harder inside you. You gasp as he finally lifts you above water, oxygen entering and filling your lungs as he pounds into you, holding you close to his chiselled body.
You take a deep breath before he pulls you back under, taking you apart. Your eyes screw shut with the pleasure his ribbed cock gives you, reaching the deepest parts of you that no man has ever reached. The member is curved, hitting your g-spot perfectly, your back arched, and you don’t notice him smirking at you or his slitted eyes staring down at your exposed neck. You feel your chest constricting as you run out of air, your head becomes fuzzy, and your cunt clenches around his enormous cock. 
Ransom grins, showing off his sharp teeth. He watches you begin to run out of air, feeling your walls go crazy around his cock as he leans down and bites into your neck. No one can hear your screams before you pass out from the lack of oxygen and the intense pleasure. Ransom grunts, and you clench tightly around him, causing his cock to sink deeper inside of you. His balls tighten as he begins to twitch wildly. His hands grip your body, pulling you tighter against him, releasing his thick cum into you, thrusting until he feels you spasm around him, your juices squirting out and entering the ocean. Ransom grins darkly, swimming to the surface, not waiting for you to wake or catch your breath as he takes you to his cave. He rests you above a rock and strokes your cheek. “You’re mine now, forever, little human. I hope you’re ready to carry my children.” He chuckles, slowly moving into the shadows as he watches you begin to wake. 
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Please Fix the Story- Pt 30 - The Higher Realm
New part! This is the mermaid lower world. We will have one last part after this to end the story, and then a few side parts. I'm so excited guys, I'm so close!
Masterpost linked here
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Before I could spend too much time processing my new aquatic form, I felt ripples in the water from an impact above me. Looking up, a body had fallen into the water, slowly sinking into the depths. I glanced around, the ship this human had fallen from was already heading out of sight. Was this an accident or did someone throw them over? Shrugging my shoulders at the question, I swam up towards the drowning human. Might as well do my good deed for the day. Maybe I’ll get lucky and it will be Liam!
I hadn’t gotten the story mission yet, so I had to be careful as I progressed until I knew more about the world around me. I grabbed the human, recognizing it to be a human male, and dragged his body towards the shore. There was what appeared to be a deserted beach nearby, and this seemed as good as any place to dump him.
Ugh! This dude is HEAVY out of the water!  
With more awkward splashing and thrashing around than I would admit to, I finally dumped my human burden onto the sandy beach. Once he was safely on the ground and not crushing my poor mermaid back and arms, I sat down on the beach and studied him. Fortunately, although I was aquatic in nature, I appeared to be able to breath oxygen. I did feel a bit dry and uncomfortable being only half covered by water. Knowing I shouldn't stay out long, I carefully looked over the human.
Hmm… he should probably not be face first in the sand with his butt in the air. That seems to be more likely to suffocate him than save him. Oops.
With that, I flipped him over onto his back, brushing the wet sand from his nose and mouth with a few quick swipes in hopes that he wouldn’t breathe it in. He was a young man, with even, well-proportioned features, albeit somewhat obscured by clumps dirt and sand. His hair color was difficult to distinguish underneath the mud, but seemed to be a light brown or blond.
My heart sank. Probably not Liam then. He usually had dark or black hair when he entered stories. Said it was the Systems way of “identifying” him as the villain.
Still, probably should wake him up and see his eyes, just to be sure, Better safe than sorry.
I reached out and grabbed a nearby piece of driftwood, and poked him randomly. He didn’t stir at first, and I sighed with impatience, fighting the urge to swing the stick or at least poke harder.Finally, my aggressive stick poking seemed to do the job, and the human woke up.
His eyes fluttered open, and focused on me.
They were grey.
I groaned with disappointment, dropping my poking stick. Not Liam for sure. Suddenly, I felt a deep sense of longing and attraction from somewhere within me, but not from me. It was the feelings of this character. Obviously, someone she might have fallen in love with at first sight. I pushed the feelings away. They were not helpful.
I turned back to the ocean, preparing to swim away. As I did so, however, the man spoke up.
“Wait!”
The desperation in his voice made me turn around.
“You saved me! Who are you?” He studied my face intently.
I shook my head. I didn’t know if I could speak,  Didn’t mermaids sing? But I wasn’t gonna figure that out in front of this stranger. I didn’t want to give him anything to work with.
“Please, let me repay you, kind lady! I will give you anything you desire, even…” He paused with a slight redness tinging his cheeks. “...up to half my kingdom.”
UGH! HE’S A PRINCE! 100% THE HERO OF THE STORY! RUN AWAY! ABORT! ABORT! I shook my head faster and sank into the water. Fortunately, this guy didn’t seem to be possessed by Adonis. Just more like a run-of-the-mill hero-type character.
I wasn’t interested.
“Please! Let me repay you!” He reached out and grabbed my arms, which were still sore from carrying his heavy body onto the shore. Frustrated, I shoved his hand off my arm.  
He blushed again at the contact and tried to put his hand in mine. Is he mentally ill? I threw it off with disgust.
“What do you want? Marriage?” I shook my head adamantly at his question.
“Really? Are you sure? I’m a princ….” He stopped as I chucked a sea shell at his head and turned back towards the sea. “WAIT, what about money!
I stopped for a moment. He grinned triumphantly at attracting my attention.
“I can give you lots of money!”
Money could be useful...this character probably doesn't have much human currency.  I looked over his drenched form with disdain, though. Doesn’t look like he has much on him right now.  
Of course, when he checked his pockets, he came up empty and gave an embarrassed grin. “Sorry, I must have lost all the money I had on me in the ocean.”
Typical male lead. Useless. I rolled my eyes and decided to leave again. Fortunately, my mermaid tail was still in the water, and the broke prince hadn’t seemed to notice that I wasn’t human yet.
“WAIT! If you follow me to my castle, I’ll give you more gold than you could ever spend in a lifetime!” He shouted.
Bad deal. I shook my head and sank further into the water.
That was when the prince made the mistake of grabbing my arm a second time.
“I don’t know where you are trying to run off to, but I can promise that you will be much richer and happier if you come home with ME!”
THUD
Without changing my expression, I bashed him in the head with my nearby poking stick. He fell backwards, clutching his head with a groan. I hit him again, and then a third time for good measure, until he seemed to be unconscious if not just stunned.
“Idiot.” The voice slipped out before I could control it. My voice was light, ethereal, a pleasant musical sound.
The unconscious idiot stirred slightly at my voice but did not wake. I just hoped he didn’t remember anything about this encounter.
I could be lucky, right?
I swam away.
As I did so, the system’s message appeared in the water in front of me.
FINALLY! Hopefully with memories I can find Liam!
**** NEW WORLD: A Mermaid’s Tale ****
This is a dramatic retelling of the fairy tale involving a mermaid and her beloved prince.  
Called it! Prince is the hero! I said silently to the water, but no one was around to congratulate my accomplishment.
Similar to the fairy tale, this story features a young mermaid saving and falling in love with a young prince. She then makes a deal with a sea witch to become human, with the price of the change being her voice. She is also told that if she marries the prince and has true love’s kiss within 1 year, then she would become fully human, and regain her voice. If she failed to do so, however, she would dissolve into nothing but water and air.
Bad deal, girl. I shook my head in disgust.
In this author’s version, the prince’s kingdom was beset by the constant threat of a large army of pirates, led by the Pirate King. The mermaid, who had successfully reached a relationship with the prince with a plan to be married soon, heard news of an upcoming attack for her friends in the sea. Recognizing the danger to her beloved prince and his territory, she snuck aboard the Pirate King’s ship, trying to convince nearby sea life to attack the boat and sink it. However, instead she was captured by the pirates, and while she was gone, the prince met and married another woman. At that moment, the mermaid died, her body dissolving back into the sea, never to see her loved one again. The author, after receiving backlash from the audience, tried to compensate for the bad ending of the heroine by attempting to shift to the perspective of the prince. The second half of the story focused on his new romance and marriage, as well as his fight and revenge on the villainous Pirate King. This was met with very poor reception from the readers. The story was therefore abandoned.
What on earth did I just read? That’s even worse than the original story!
The author’s main regret is the tragic end of the mermaid. Your mission is to allow the mermaid to survive.
**** DO YOU ACCEPT THIS MISSION? ****
YES?                                           NO?
Does the mermaid still have to become human? I asked silently.
The mermaid must still sacrifice her voice and be magically changed to become human. You cannot change this plot point. 
But the only way to survive the spell is to marry the prince. I thought of the weirdly possessive man whose life I had just saved and shuddered. No thank you.
The mermaid must survive.  The words were cold, logical and blunt.
I thought about it carefully. I had to find a way to undergo the witch’s spell and survive. After a few moments of silence, I grinned.
I had a plan.
*** Soul transfer 80% complete. ***
I selected “yes" and received the mermaid’s memories. It was just as awful as I expected. Poor girl had loved the prince unconditionally and risked her life multiple times just to be near him and keep him safe. And her repayment? He married another woman two weeks after she disappeared. Her disappointment was a knife to the gut, and constant wrenching deep within my soul.
Don’t worry, my new friend. We’ll give your story a good ending. No prince required.
I felt her resentment fade quietly at my encouragement, and gathered my resolve. It was time to begin.
Following the memories I had, I swam to a deep, dark corner of the ocean. Where there was no life but scavengers, and the sunlight was smothered on its way down. Only the ghostly glow from bio luminescent aquatic plant life illuminated the path to where the sea witch dwelled.
I paused at the door, hesitating. Liam wouldn’t happen to be the Sea Witch… right? Trying to wrap my head around the thought, I entered the cave.
It was a place of dark magic.
A large caldron sat in the middle, the contents within a writhing mass of bubbles. Skulls of various creatures decorated the walls, alongside different jars of eyes and scales. The whole cave glowed with an eerie green light, and no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find the source.
And at the center of everything… was the sea witch.
A young, beautiful woman, with dark green hair floating in curled rings around her, carefully measured ingredients and mixed them into her pot. Her many tentacles all performed different tasks, including grabbing ingredients, stabling the cauldron, and stirring with a long spoon.  She looked up as I entered, her bright red eyes lighting up with excitement at the new prey.
Not Liam, then.  This made my plan both easier and harder. I still needed the witch to help me become human, and find the other villain of the story.
The pirate king.
“What brings you here, curious little fish?” The Sea Witch asked with an evil grin.
I matched her evil grin with an even more villainous one.
“I’m here to make a deal.”
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It took six months. Six months to achieve my goal, and set my plan in motion.
I awkwardly tightened the badly sewn dress around my body, and stepped further out onto the beach. My homemade sandals weren’t great, but protected my newly formed human feet well enough. I wiggled my toes, trying to get used to the sensation of not having a tail anymore.
Alright, now to find my Liam.
I snuck into the port city. The area was bustling with life, filled with merchants, performers, restaurants. Everywhere the eye could see there was something for sale. People crowded the streets, talking, laughing… after the silence of the ocean, the noise was almost deafening.
I smiled and walked forward, enjoying the chaos.
My smile stopped, however, as I overheard a nearby conversation.
“The prince has doubled the reward again.” A middle-aged woman said to a vendor, rolling her eyes as she counted out coins to pay for her goods.
“Again? That’s up to ten thousand gold now!  All for one mysterious girl?” The merchant shook his head. “The prince has lost his mind.”
“Oh it’s fine… He’s young and in love! Besides.” She raised her eyebrows. “Sound like the girl is quite the charmer by the description.”
Please no. I had a bad feeling. There’s no way he remembered me from our last encounter… right? All I had done was call him an idiot and bash his head with a stick until he was knocked unconscious…. So it can’t be me.
I walked away, heading over to a nearby wall where different notices and warrants were posted.
And there I saw it.
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WANTED!
MYSTERIOUS GIRL!
Hair as gold as sunlight, eyes as green as the sea during a storm.
VERY STRONG. CARRIES A STICK!
Capture alive and unharmed.
REWARD 10,000 gold.
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My gaze hesitated on the words, “carries a stick.”
Well, crap. That’s what I get for doing good deeds. Should have just let the prince drown. I read the poster again, frowning.
And what’s with the stupidly poetic description followed by the words “carries a stick” in all caps?  I sighed, mentally exhausted. Definitely better to avoid him.
I turned around, moving in the opposite direction of the palace.
THUD
A bird flew down into the street, dying on the cobblestone by my homemade shoes. A broken neck, covered with pure white feathers. A dove. Blood trickled out, starting to pool in specific patterns, but I walked away before the message could form.
I already knew what it would say anyways.
And I would not accept my fate.
As I made my way through the city, I began hearing murmurs about pirates.
“They lay ashore on the port at the outskirts of town!” One woman, bouncing an infant in her arms, told another.
“How terrifying!”
“Hardly, the last few months they haven’t been terrorizing anyone at all!  All they do is quickly get supplies and head out to sea again. Rumor is that they are looking for something.”
“Something out on the ocean?” The woman asked with a confused look. “Whatever could they find out there?”
The other woman whispered back “I heard the Pirate King is obsessed with finding mermaids.”
Both women laughed, but I turned towards the outskirts of town, grinning. Pirate King? Stopped terrorizing people around 6 months ago? Obsessed with looking for mermaids?
DEFINITELY LIAM!
I followed the rumors towards the outskirts of town. It took me a while, but I came across a large ship grounded on an abandoned stretch of beach. I got closer, too excited at the prospect of seeing Liam that I hadn’t noticed that I wasn’t alone.
“HEY!” Two pirates jumped out, grabbing me. I struggled briefly, and then stopped, once I realized they were dragging me towards the pirate ship, which was where I wanted to go anyways.
One of the pirates, sporting about half his teeth and a fancy eye patch, leered at me. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing all the way out here?”
I shrugged silently.
“Ooh, a quiet one, huh?” The other, a fat bald pirate, chuckled grimly. “We’ll see how brave you are when you are facing the captain!”
Eyepatch hesitated. “…Enty? I thought the captain said we weren’t supposed to kidnap people anymore?”
“She practically kidnapped herself!” The Enty replied. “Surely Captain will understand?”
“I don’t know… He’s scarier now.”
“…yeah…” Both men turned pale and silent. I wondered briefly if my Liam was really the terrifying Pirate King they were talking about. Only one way to find out I guess.
Finally, we were aboard the pirate ship. Men were scurrying everywhere, carrying out tasks, keeping their heads down. There was an uneasy atmosphere on the deck, fear permeating everything.
The fat pirate, still holding my arm, cleared his throat nervously, and shouted to the closed door on the center of the ship. “CAPTAIN, WE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!”
I raised an eyebrow at the wording, but stood compliantly, waiting. Hoping I was right.
“DID YOU FIND A MERMAID?!” A rough voice called out from the Captain’s quarters.
The pirate flinched. “No, Captain, It’s a woman!”
“A woman? Who cares if you found a woman?! Send her away!”   The voice was obviously disinterested.
“But she wandered onto our ship!” Eyepatch argued, joining in.
“So she’s a lost woman? Great. Send her home!”
“But she’s beautiful, Captain, don’t you want to look?” Enty added on in a wheedling tone.
“What does her being beautiful have to do with me? You want me to go congratulate her on her genetics and lifestyle factors that went into allowing her to be conventionally attractive? DO you think this is a beauty contest or a pirate ship?! NOW GO SEND THE RANDOM LOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN HOME AND FIND ME A MERMAID!”
The two pirates looked at me with a frown.
“He’s not interested.”
“Where are we even supposed to find a mermaid, anyways?”
“Who knows?!” Eyepatch shrugged. “I guess we got to send this one back. Captain’s orders.”
They started to drag me away, but I was done playing prisoner. I slipped out of their grip, grabbing one of their swords as I spun away.
“HEY, GIVE THAT BACK!” Enty shouted, patting his large belt as he realized I had taken his weapon.
“Yeah, girly, we’re trying to send you back!”
I shook my head vigorously. I didn’t want to go back.
“CAPTAIN, the woman doesn’t want to leave! She stole my sword!”
“THEN STEAL IT BACK! YOU’RE PIRATES!”
Eyepatch drew his sword and stepped closer, but I struck first, knocking his wrist with the flat of my blade and causing him to drop his weapon. I grabbed it as well.
“CAPTAIN! Now she has my sword too!”
“DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!!” As the captain’s voice shouted out in disgust, the door slammed open. I looked over, and got my first look at the villainous Pirate King.  
He was tall. His head brushed the top of the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the space. He had long dark hair and beard, both decorated with several intricate braids. He wore a black frock coat and vest, with long boots and a pirate hat.
His eyes were dark blue.
Initially he charged out, his face furious and impatient. But then he saw me, freezing in place.
“Captain?” Eyepatch asked warily. “You okay?”
 I waved cheerfully, setting down my swords. Just in time, as Liam the villainous Pirate King rushed forward and hugged me, lifting me off of the ground. He buried his face in my shoulder, and I felt a small amount of moisture from tears wet the fabric there.
“Bel.” He whispered. “I was so worried that something had happened to you.”
I patted him on the shoulder, comforting him. He looked up, seeming to realize that his entire crew was staring at him. “GO BACK TO WORK!” He started walking towards his quarters, still carrying me.
“I thought you didn’t care about beautiful women, Captain?” Enty ventured to question him, letting out a squeak of dismay as Liam glared at him.
“Bel is NOT a beautiful woman!” He paused, realizing what he said, and looking at me as I silently laughed at his words. “I mean, yes, she IS beautiful. But she’s not a woman.”
The pirates stared at me in confusion.
“I mean she’s not human!” Liam snapped and added. “Never mind. She’s Miss Bel to all of you! And she’s now a part of our crew, so you louts know what that means?”
“WE PROTECT OUR CREW MATES WITH OUR LIVES!” They shouted in unison. Liam nodded with approval.
“Exactly. You two will be rewarded for finding Bel. Everyone else, get this ship out to sea! I’ll be in my quarters.”
He carried me through the doorway, closing it with his foot behind us. Once we were alone, he set me down, looking me over from head to toe.
“I’m so glad you’re safe! It’s been six months, Bel! I thought something went wrong. All I could do was look for you.” He paused, staring down at my legs. “You’re human… but that means…?”
I spread my hands out silently and gave a wry grin.
“You had to give up your voice.” He reached out a shaking hand, and patted my head. “I’m sorry, Bel.”
Smiling reassuringly, I reached out and hugged him. He hugged me back tightly, letting out a shaking breath.
Once we let go, I walked over to his desk, grabbing paper, quill and ink. While he watched intently, I wrote on the paper.
I missed you, Liam.
“I missed you too! But Bel…” He hesitated. “If you were turned into a human by the witch, does that mean you have to marry the prince? I know he’s been looking for you too.”
I am getting married…
I was still writing, but as Liam read over my shoulder, his face fell. “Oh…. I suppose you have to so you don’t die…. I understand. I want you to live and be happy.” He had turned away as he spoke. Frustrated, I tapped his shoulder and pointed back to the paper where I had finished the sentence.
I am getting married to you!
Liam’s eyes widened, and a bright smile formed on his face, before quickly hiding again. “What about the witch’s spell?”
Slowly, I wrote out what I had done over the last six months, and what my plan was. Liam reading all this with an increasingly astonished expression, let out the loud, villainous laugh that I couldn’t.
“I should have known when I couldn’t find you for all that time! Brilliant!” He grabbed my hands. “Bel, I’ll arrange everything! My crew and I will put together the best wedding you have ever seen!”
I pulled my hands out with a serious expression, and went back to the paper.
If we get married here, you have to understand something. Making sure he was paying attention, I continued to write. Even though it’s a lower realm. even though we aren’t in our regular bodies. It still counts. If you marry me in this realm, It is Liam marrying Bel. Not the Pirate King and the mermaid. We are married no matter what realm we travel to.
Liam read it carefully, and then reached forward and hugged me again. “Of course, Bel. This is you and me. You’ll be the wife of a dragon, and no matter what world it is, I will always find a way to your side.” He pulled back slightly, so I could see the truth in his eyes as he continued. “I love you, Bel.”
I put my hand on my heart, and then on his. I wasn’t writing, but he knew exactly what I meant.
I love you too.  
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A few months passed. We traveled around with the crew, going on a few adventures. We searched for and found buried treasure. We fought with rival pirate gangs. We also attacked a few ships, stealing the gold and jewels from them. And if they all happened to be from the royal fleet, well… I mean, the prince DID promise me money for saving him. Between Liam and I, we were able to subdue any resistance, often making off with the treasure without a single shot fired. Liam’s reputation became even more wild , now with the added rumors of the evil silent Pirate Queen who fought at his side. We were preparing for a large pirate wedding, and nothing could make me happier.
Not that everything was perfect, however. Two things definitely caused a wrinkle in our happy couple pirate life.
First: the doves. Every morning a dove would throw itself to the ground at my feet, its blood spilling out the same message: You must accept your fate. The system was angry at my defiance of the story, and the ominous messengers came and died each day. At first, this caused a huge stir among the pirate crew, and there were murmurs about how having a woman on the ship was “unlucky.” After the first few battles, however, and they saw how much I contributed with my skills with the sword, their view of me changed for the better. That along with Liam’s explanation that the doves were the product of an evil witch’s curse, the pirates quickly accepted it as the new normal. Every morning Enty would rush over and quickly sweep the bird away, the deck clean before I could blink.
The second obstacle to our happiness was the prince. He never stopped looking for me, increasing the reward to such a ridiculous amount that even I was tempted to turn myself in for the reward. It very much restricted my activities in the towns, so Liam and I often hung back whenever we came into port. It was mildly annoying, but not overly so.
Then came the day we ran into the prince.
It technically was our fault. We DID capture his ship, looking for gold. When Liam and I had subdued all the sailors on board, the crew had searched the inner rooms and came out with a tied up, angry looking prince. As he was set down on the deck with his men, his eyes looked around, until they landed on me.
Oh no.
“IT’s YOU!” He tried to stand up, but was held down by pirates on either side. “My love, I’ve finally found you!”
Love?
“Love?” The pirates looked confused.
“Love?” Liam said, his voice calm, but somehow communicating a threat.
“You saved my life, and stole my heart!” The prince continued, not looking over at the increasingly dour looking pirate king holding a sword. “I have searched the world for you, my love! Come back with me and let’s get married!”
I shook my head no.
“…” The prince seemed confused. “I don’t think you understood, dear. I’m proposing, Follow me and go home!”
I shook my head and gestured at Liam. He nodded in understanding and spoke up. “She says ‘No.’ She also says to stop calling her dear and love because she doesn’t like you.” I smiled at him. Over the time we spent, we had adapted a few different sign languages that we had learned in different lower realms to communicate, teaching the pirate crew as well so I could talk to them. My communication with Liam was always the smoothest, however. He seemed to have some deeper connection to my soul, some level of understanding that went beyond the need for words. He often acted as my translator when no one else knew what I was trying to say.
“She didn’t say that!” The prince retorted.
“Yes she did.” He looked at me. “She also says you smell bad and you are ugly.” I grinned and nodded.
“Why doesn’t she just tell me then?”
“She can’t talk.”
“YES SHE CAN!” He shouted. “I heard her say something to me!”
I raised an eyebrow, obviously questioning.
The prince blushed. “You called me an idiot, remember?”
I rolled my eyes. I thought he was unconscious for that part.
Liam stepped in. “Well she can’t talk now. Not that it matters. We will be taking your treasure and leaving.”
“NO!” The prince shouted. “She loves me! She saved my life!”
I gestured, and Liam translated. “She says she only saved you because she was afraid your corpse would pollute the ocean. She has less feeling for you than she does for the poop bucket on the ship, because at least the poop bucket is useful.”
The prince was silent for a few moments, as if something was broken within him. “No.” He whispered, his voice developing into a shout. “NO! SHE IS MINE! WE ARE MEANT TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!”
I shuddered. Even if Adonis wasn’t here, the heroes of these worlds had his shadow. They felt like him, sounded like him. It really made me want to punch him.
I moved my hands. Liam watched with a smile and then spoke. “She says she will have a happily ever after, but as the Pirate Queen. She says she’s going to marry me.” He grinned. “We’re going to get married and grow old together and have six eggs… I mean human children.”
I paused. I hadn’t said anything about children or eggs. Did dragons lay eggs?? Could Liam and I even have children? If Liam and I had children in the higher realm did that mean I would have to LAY EGGS? My mind raced, and I very much ignored the prince and Liam.  Finally, I came to the conclusion internally that Liam and I would have to have a very long talk about the future and possibility of progeny… and about relevant biology apparently.  But we could have that talk when we back on our ship. I looked back up, trying to figure out what had happened while I was spacing out. The prince appeared to be near tears and was screaming obscenities, and Liam was simply taunting him with an evil grin.
I patted his shoulder. He looked over at me and his smile became more genuine. “Time to go?” I nodded.
He held my hand and looked back over at the prince. “Just so you know. She doesn’t belong to you. She doesn’t belong to me either. If you keep bothering her, she’ll crush you into dust. And I’ll help!” He looked proud of himself. I couldn’t help but smile, and leaned over to kiss him.
The pirates whistled loudly and the prince seemed even more angry. Liam, now red, picked me up and swung back over to the pirate ship. He ran back into the inner quarters and closed the door. Setting me down, he faced me, his red face slowly returning to normal. “Bel. Can we kiss more now?”
I laughed silently, and complied, the prince forgotten.
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It was our wedding day.
The pirates went all out. We got married on an island that had been taken over by our crew. Large festive banners decorated everywhere. A brightly dressed group of pirates played instruments, the soft, romantic music strangely out of place for the violent, aggressive looking musicians. Large crews of pirates gathered to watch the ceremony, all waving flags and streamers as if they were spectating a fight, rather than attending a wedding.
I stood at the start of the aisle,  wearing a long dress of woven golden threads. I held a bright bouquet, and kept a sword strapped to my side. Liam, dressed in his finest pirate coat, stood nervously at the front next to a terrified, kidnapped priest. His hair had been cut short and his beard shaved. His men teased him, but he told me privately that he wanted to look a little more like the Liam of the Higher Realm.
Our eyes met, and in the familiar dark blue I saw love and reassurance.
I stepped forward.
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“DID YOU HEAR THAT GUYS? I’M GETTING MARRIED!” Liam hugged me as a ragged crew cheered. They discussed the use of explosive balloons as decorations with great excitement.
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A strange memory filled my mind. The same Liam, the same love.
*** Soul transfer 85% complete. ***
I continued to walk.  
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We were on the upper deck of the academy, the fight with the HIVE looming over us. A group of young women and my father cheered on. Liam, knelt before me, proposing.
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Another world, another marriage, the same Liam.
*** Soul transfer 90% complete. ***
I reached Liam, and we held each other’s hands, smiling. The priest overcame his terror and began his speech, talking about love, commitment, devotion to one another.
“Do you, Liam, take this woman as your wife.” He didn’t use Liam’s character name, by his design. This wasn’t the Pirate King marrying a mermaid.
This was us.
“I do.” Liam answered without hesitation.
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Liam and I stood before each other, a pair of elves surrounded by fairies and other creatures. We spoke our wedding vows, our voices filled with love.
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Different bodies, different voices, the same souls.
*** Soul transfer 95% complete. ***
“Do you, Bel, take this man as your husband?” The priest asked, looking at me.
I looked at Liam, who stared nervously back at me.
I still didn't have all my memories.
I didn't know why it seemed as though I had met him before, countless times.
But I knew the answer to the priest's question.
I couldn’t speak out loud, but I nodded and signed my response.
Yes. Forever.
Liam leaned forward with a smile and kissed me. “I love you, Bel. My wife.”
I responded back silently. I love you too.
*** Soul transfer 99% complete. ***
We were married. Whether this was the first, the second or the hundredth time.
“BEL!” An angry voice shouted out, and an army descended upon the wedding,
Hundreds and hundreds of soldiers, all wearing the royal colors, flooded in, holding up weapons. The pirates closed, in, trying to protect us, but we were split up by an overwhelming larger force. And at their head, with a grim smile on his face, was the prince.
But he wasn’t the same prince... not anymore.
Adonis had taken over.
“Bel!” His eyes were filled with a cold, possessive light. “It’s time to stop playing pretend. Come with me.”
I shook my head no.
“Don’t lie to yourself anymore, Bel. The fact that you can’t speak should be your biggest clue that your silly little ‘marriage’ isn’t true love. It means nothing.” His expression was triumphant. “How were you supposed to get rid of the witch’s curse? You needed to get married and share true love’s kiss.” He pointed at Liam, who stood protectively beside me. “You can’t have a true love with that monster, Bel. He’s just a worthless beast whose only purpose in life is to be stepped on by the heroes on their way to live a happily ever after.”
I shook my head again, my face angry.
“Then why aren’t you fully turned human, voice and all, Bel? Why wasn’t his wedding and his kiss enough to break the curse? You need your true love. You need a hero.”
He stepped closer, until he was within reach, and held out his hand for me to take. I ignored it.
“You. Need. Me.” He reached out this time and grabbed my face. “Accept your fate, Bel. We were meant to be.”
I smiled at him. I’ve warned him before not to grab my face. Seems like he didn't learn his lesson.
“No.”
My voice, strange to hear after months of silence, spoke now in melodious refusal.
Adonis’s eyes widened in shock, “You…?” He was then struck by an invisible force, and thrown fifty feet away, collapsing on the ground.
I stepped forward, raising my hands. “You said a lot of wrong things, Adonis… in fact, EVERYTHING you said was completely and utterly incorrect. But fortunately for you, I’m here to set the record straight. You said that marrying Liam was worthless, that he couldn’t break the witch’s curse.” I looked over at Liam with a smile. “Two wrong things there: Marrying the love of my life? Never worthless. The other wrong thing?” I laughed, a loud, full villainess laugh. It felt good to hear it again.
“I was never under a witch’s curse.”
From my hands, clouds of dark magic spring, It spread everywhere, until the island was filled with it. All of the royal soldiers and pirates were picked up and placed on their respective ships, and the ships pushed out to sea. At the same time, the magic wrapped around Adonis, binding him and lifting him in the air to hang in front of us.  The silence was deafening. It was just Adonis, Liam and me.
“I AM a sea witch.”
Six months earlier, when I had approached the Sea Witch, she had offered me the same deal she offered the mermaid in the story. Instead, I showed her my still weak dark powers, and offered to help her get revenge on an ex-boyfriend in exchange for her teaching me magic. She had happily obliged.
“I used my OWN magic to turn myself human. Of course, I still had to give up something, and I gave up my voice, as requested by the story. But I was never required to marry the prince. To marry anyone, actually. I just needed to decide my own future and accomplish it with my own efforts. I chose to become the Pirate Queen, and accomplishing that today, I was made fully human. Although still a witch, obviously.”
Adonis struggled against his magical bonds, his face pale. “You… can’t… do… this.”
“I can and I have, Adonis. I am not the heroine you so foolishly have put all your hopes on. If anything, I fit the role of villain much more naturally.”
He looked over at Liam with difficulty. “Your mission… doomed.”
Liam shrugged, walking easily through the flow of dark magic to stand right beside me. “My mission was easy enough, I had to be utterly defeated, along with my whole pirate horde.” He gestured around. “I’ve been defeated by the sea witch it appears. Oops. How sad for me.”
I nodded sympathetically. “Tragic.”
“I’ll never recover.” He smiled. “I guess I’ll just have to be a minion to the sea witch now.”
“How about a husband?”
“Even better!”
Adonis grew increasingly angrier. “YOU CAN’T! YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING!”
“Am I?” I held Liam’s hand, “I think I’ve really found a better path.” As my power surged within me, I saw a new message finally scrawl across the sky.
*** Soul transfer 100% complete. ***
I laughed again.
“In fact, I think I’ve finally got all the pieces back together.” I took full control of my power, and shouted towards the sky.
“DID YOU HEAR THAT, SYSTEM?! I DID IT! THE LAST STORY, THE STORY OF THE HIGHER REALM, IS COMPLETE! I CHOSE THE SAME ENDING, SYSTEM! COME OUT AND FACE ME!”
There was only silence.
“Nothing to say, huh? Well, if you won’t come to me…” My power reached out and tore the fabric of reality. “...We’ll come to you.”
We were transported out of the lower realm, and into a world of pure white. Not another lower realm. Not the higher realms. A new place. A place beyond the realms.
“Are you sure about this, Bel?” Liam asked quietly, still holding my hand.
“I’m sure. We’ll take it on, Liam. Our fate, the rules that have bound us, everything.” I looked around with a confident smile. “And we will win.”
Liam agreed as we stood side by side, ready to take on the System.
“Together.”
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Creepypasta and MH characters at the beach 🌊🏖️
Jane
Just here to relax, she would probably be all the day chilling and drinking something cold while feeling the cooling ocean breeze. She will avoid the sun as much as possible.
Sally
She would be trying to make the best sand castle in the world, and collect some seashells to decorate it.
Smile dog
He would be exploring the beach and eating everything he shouldn't.
LJ
He would join Sally into creating the sand castle, but he would succeed and make it so big you could explore inside, of course you would get buried after the sand collapse.
Dina
I can imagine her going to the sea in the early morning to swim a bit then coming back before the sun gets hotter.
Tim
Tim would be drawing random things in the wet sand near the water, also he would be catching some shells and chill with Jane.
Jeff
He would be the asshole throwing the salt water on the others in the sea. Then burying himself in the sand.
Brian
I don't think he would like the beach that much, he would be just there chilling while observing the others.
EJ
He hates beach. Dude is only there before he's forced or the others dragged him. He hates the sensation of sand stuck in his body (and eye sockets) mixed with minerals of the ocean, also it's too hot for him, so jack would be far away from there or in the sunshade all day.
Helen
He would enjoy the relaxing sounds of the waves, the beach would be a good place to inspire him.
Ben
He would be playing football or whatever game he could there, and obviously far away from the water.
Toby
Would be the one helping Jeff getting buried, then he would be digging down like a dog to see what is below all of the sand. (That Albert Einstein and Tesla song plays)
Nina
She would try to get a tan and end up with a sunburn.
Natalie
Would be trying to surf in the ocean, she doesn't care for getting drown or lost.
Liu
This guy's swimming and having a lot of fun in the water. But if anything touches his feet there, he would run straight to the beach.
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lost-girl-2021 · 10 months
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Imagine part of why Neytiri is so insistent on Spider 'being with his own kind' is because Spider almost died in her arms when he was younger and it scared her so much that she closed herself off from him entirely. ik this doesn't super make sense canon-wise, but . . . idk, deal w it y'all.
Spider was maybe six or seven, barely old enough to go outside with the smallest size mask they had. He was with Lo'ak, Kiri, and Neteyam by the creek, Neytiri supervising from the treeline as she foraged. He was finally getting used to this whole outdoors thing, taking to it all quickly. His spare mask was glinting in the sunlight from the branch he'd hung it off of before joining his friends in the water. It was knee-deep for them, but nearly to his waist. Even though he was the oldest, the other three had already outgrown him.
It didn't feel like they were much bigger, though. After months spent together in the forest, it felt like the Na'vi kids had nearly forgotten he was human. Kiri had started helping him paint stripes on himself and Neteyam had promised to show him how to use a bow for his birthday that year. After a lifetime surrounded by adults in the lab, he was happy to be with his friends.
And then, he fell.
Neteyam had faked a lunge towards him and he'd tripped over a log in the water, falling head over heels into the currant. It wasn't bad at all standing up, but he was disoriented and the water was murky from all the mud they'd kicked up in their playing. His body was being sent further down the creek and it was suddenly too deep and Spider couldn't stand up and he didn't know how to swim. His mask hit something hard and came flying off, whisked away into the water. The sting of whatever hit his head was enough to make him gasp and then he was maskless and underwater—
It only took twenty seconds for a human to pass out in Pandoran air. Four minutes to die. That was for a grown-up and Spider was small for his age, Norm said so just the other day.
So, he shouldn't have been surprised when black dots filled his vision and he was just . . . gone.
Neytiri's children had been playing in the creek with the Sky People boy all morning. She was foraging for a specific herb, at her mother's request, and all four children were blessedly entertained splashing each other. She'd agreed to take Spider with them when she left the village that morning, Norm and Max looking beyond tired. Apparently, the boy had been staying up late to stargaze, meaning that they had to stay up late making sure he didn't decide to play with any of the lab equipment (again).
She looked over at the four of them, smiling softly as Lo'ak tried to climb up his big brother, slipping and sliding all over. A glint of yellow flashed in her peripheral and she turned away from them, smiling when she found the herb she'd been looking for all morning. It was perfect timing, too, right before they would head back to the village for lunch. She'd settle Lo'ak down for a nap, but Kiri and Neteyam would probably insist on trying to help her prepare their midday meal. She'd have to leave out some seasonings if she was going to feed Spider, but—
Kiri screamed. It wasn't the high-pitched squealing thing she'd been doing a few minutes before, when Spider and Neteyam had splashed her simultaneously. It was one of fear.
She whipped around, looking for an animal or injury or something. Her three children seemed uninjured, but they were splashing around wildly, looking for something.
For someone.
She was in the water before she could think, practically diving downstream. The water reached her knees at it's deeper point, too tall for the Sky Child. She should've known the current would pull him, that he was too small still, too young.
She caught a flash of pink skin and blond hair and reached down, pulling the limp boy from the water. His lips were turning blue and his mask was gone. She must've shouted for Neteyam to grab the spare hanging from the tree, because in the ten steps in took her to get back to her children, he'd climbed up and grabbed it, flipping switches on the battery back she didn't know he knew how to use.
She didn't let him go as she reached for the mask, able to hold him in one arm as she pressed the device to his face.
Please, please, she silently begged, praying. Her children were watching, the boy was . . . he was too fragile to be in such a place. She was foolish to bring him out of the safety of the lab.
Spider took in a sudden choking gasp of air, turning on his side. He coughed once, twice, water and spit hitting the inside of hie mask. He grimaced, before sinking into Neytiri's arms, falling back asleep instantly. She let out a sigh of relief, rocking back on his heels.
"He's alright, he's alright." She promised, looking at each of her children. Kiri was crying and her boys didn't look far behind.
She led the home without complaint from anyone, something that would be unusual under other circumstances. She went straight to the shack, meeting Norm inside the airlock. She handed him over easily, clenching her fists to hide how her hands shook.
She remembered Jake, nearly dying in his human body. Frail and desperate for air. Spider was a child, barely more than a baby. She could barely stand watching her mate suffer through humanity. It would be cruel to make her children grow up along someone bound to die painfully. (It would be unbearable for her to take in the human as her own, like Jake had been hinting at for years now, if she would just lose him).
Idk what this is, it's like 4 am and I had an idea. Please forgive any typos, I'm too tired to proofread atm.
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Neteyam watching over his ex, but can't allow her to move on and mate with someone else
ALWAYS HAVE BEEN
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ALWAYS HAVE BEEN
ALL WORK IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!!! 
PAIRING: NETEYAM X METKAYINA READER
WARNINGS: nsfw(18+), smut, minors dni, clit play, fingering, fem!bodied reader, metkayina!reader, dry humping, aged up neteyam
NOTES: In this fic, and probably in any with Neteyam, he will be aged up. I don’t feel comfortable writing smut for Neteyam at his current age even if he is considered an adult at 15 in na’vi terms. So he is aged up and so is the reader. So 18-19 age range for him. My song recommendation for this fic is…. Honeymoon by Lana Del Rey <3 
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From the moment the Sully family had arrived you couldn't help but feel a pull towards them, more specifically towards the oldest son. You remember how your clan gathered around the family, how you all looked them up and down and you couldn't help but do the same. You observed them and how different they looked, you took time watching each and everyone of them, when your eyes met his. From that moment on you it was like a magnet pulling you two towards each other. Everyday you would be out in the water with him, teaching him the way of your people and you couldn't help but get closer to one another. The feelings that began to grow inside of you began to grow root, planting themselves in your heart. Until one day you couldn't help but confess to those feelings.
You had been swimming all day on your ilu’s, and had decided to swim towards the outskirts of your village closer to the forest. He had wanted to show you just how similar your forest was to that of his home.
“Neteyam, where exactly are you going to take me, if you don’t know these forests?” You asked curiously as he swam up next to you on his ilu.
“Now you see, that’s where you’re wrong. I’ve been around here on my ikran.” Ah, that makes sense. You’ve never had the courage to ride on one of those things even though he’s offered before.
“Come come, follow me. Don’t worry, I'll keep you safe.” He all but declared as he sent you a wink. All you could do was roll your eyes as you jumped off your ilu’s and walked towards the trees.  It was a short walking distance before you came to a small clearing surrounded by trees and grass.
“Is this what your home looks like?” You asked curiously as your eyes wandered the trees and your hands touched the tall plants. You hadn't noticed he came to stand behind you until he answered you.
“It is more beautiful than this.” He said as he towered over you from behind. He grabbed your arms gently and turned you around. He let one of his dark blue hands come up to caress your face as he leaned in and let his forehead rest on yours.
“I know I shouldn't feel this for you, but I can't help it.” He all but whispered, opening his golden eyes to look deeply into your teal ones.
“Then let Eywa guide us towards one another, don't fight it.” You whispered right back as you grabbed his face, running your fingers over his lips.
“But my duty to my family - ” He began to say before he let go and grabbed your face, meeting your lips with his own. The kiss was soft at first, but quickly escalated as your hands started exploring one another. As your hands trailed over his shoulders, and he gripped onto your waist pulling you in, you could hear both of your tails thumping against the floor. Slowly he began parting your lips with his tongue slipping it in as you began to moan.
“Teyam please.” You wanted more, your heart beating a thousand beats per minute.
“I want to y/n, but we must be mated before Eywa.” He said as he began to pull back but you stopped him.
“Eywa gave us free will to decide, and I am choosing to be with you even if we are not mated. I want you Neteyam.” That was all it took for you to convince him to be with you. That night you gave into each other, you explored each other's bodies for hours. You memorized the curves, dips, and ridges of one another never wanting that night to end. You two might have been young, but you were old enough to mate and bond. You had promised one another that as soon as you were both ready, you would go before your parents and announce that you would be eachothers mates. You kept your relationship secret, sneaking off to be with each other whenever you got the chance. But it became harder after Neteyam felt the pressure of his father to be perfect, act like the perfect son. Soon enough your meetings would become less and less as the year went by. The first year afterwards it was easy to keep a rhythm, but the second year is where you struggled. You would go to your meeting place just to find it empty, the excitement of your tail dying down as it came to a disappointing stop. Soon enough three years had gone by and you were now at the age his parents were when they mated, and that’s the year he broke your heart.
“It’s over, we have to end this.” He said without even having the decency to look at you. You had felt it coming, but hearing him say the words made your heart break into pieces.
“All I wanted was for you to have me Neteyam.” You said sadly, as you took off the necklace he had made you. You handed it over to him, to which he tried putting up his hand to stop you.
“Take it Neteyam. I don’t want it.” You looked up at him, this time angry.
“You take three years of my life, filling me with your love and promises. Just to wake up one day and take it all away from me.” You said as you threw it on the ground. You walked away ignoring the way his gaze burned into your back.
You were now old enough to mate and your parents had been pushing you to find a mate.
“Y/n, Anoung is a good choice for a mate. He is the next Olo’eyktan and he is a good warrior. He will be a good strong mate.” When you heard his name all you could do was look up at them as your eyes went wide. 
“But mother, I don't think that would be a good idea.” You said all but stunned. Your head still reeling from the fact that your heart still belonged to Neteyam no matter how much you willed it not to.
“My daughter, it is done. We have spoken to Tonowari and Ronal. You are to be mated with Anoung.” Your father all but declared, ending the conversation. Soon after that the news spread like wildfire, everyone talking about the upcoming ceremony. It would take place in three moons time.
You had taken time to get to know Anoung better, you couldn't help but be charmed. Surprisingly he was kind, charming, honest, and gentle with you. As you two spent time together you could actually see a life with him. He was honest about the fact that he was also taken aback about the mating of you two. It was your parents that had set up the union, which of course you suspected. Slowly you began to grow used to the idea of a life with him. But in the back of your mind was Neteyam. When Anoung would smile, you’re reminded of him. It also didn't help the fact that Neteyam was around you constantly now.
It was late at night when you were walking back to your family’s mauri. You had decided to take the long way from the forests to your home when all of a sudden you felt someone yank on your arm and pull you towards the forest.
“What are you doing Neteyam!” You hissed at him, baring your fangs. He had never grabbed you the way he did just now. He had always been gentle with you. But just now he had pushed you against a tree, trapping your arms behind you as he peered over you
“Do you really think I am going to let you mate with him.” He looked at you with a burning gaze, it felt as if it was peering into you.
“It is not up to you Neteyam. I am going to be his- his mate.” You practically fought back trying to free yourself from his grip. But all this did was egg him on, the way your body was pressed against him, your top scratching his chest. It just provoked him to no end, no one was going to have what was his.
“You have always been mine.” He hissed into your face. It happened so fast, he pinned your arms behind you and grabbed them with one hand, and with his other hand he grabbed your face and brought your lips to his forcefully. He kissed you hard and desperately, and you kissed back having missed the feeling of his lips on yours. He gave you no time as dropped his hands, and put them underneath your butt squeezing it roughly as your tangled your hands in his hair deepening the kiss.
“You’re mine.” He practically growled against your lips. In no time he made you jump, and you wrapped your legs around your waist as he pinned you to the tree behind you. He parted your lips and slipped his tongue in your mouth, as you did the same with your tongue. As you two battled for dominance you began thrusting into his cock, needing to feel that friction. You were dripping by this point, as he felt your wetness over his loincloth. You dropped one hand not thinking and untied your loincloth, dropping it to the floor, exposing you to him as he dropped one hand and began rubbing his thumb up and down your slit. Finding your clit he began drawing tight circles over your bud, making you drop your head back as you moaned out loud.
“Teyam please, I - I need you.” You cried out as you moved one hand down to remove his loincloth. You were so ready to have him thrust into you, but you needed to tease him a bit first.  You grabbed his cock and slowly began to pump it up and down, making him groan as he threw his head back. You needed more, so with his cock in your hand, you rubbed it up and down your slit teasing him while coating it with your wetness. The way the head of his cock rubbed over your clit caused little jolts to coarse through your body. As you lifted up a little, ready to drop down onto his cock that you craved so much he suddenly stopped.
“We - we can't do this y/n.”  He said suddenly as he gripped your hips, stopping your thrusts. He all but dropped you on your own two feet as he walked away. You were left stunned, standing there leaning against the tree. With your dignity gone, you picked up your discarded clothes and began to weep silently. You felt your eyebrows furrow as you let the tears fall freely from your eyes. You wept for what could have been your life with Neteyam. And you wept for yourself. He was all you had wanted, he always has been, and he just walked away from you with your heart in his hand.
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There you go! I hope you enjoyed it!!! If you want me to continue this go ahead and let me know. As always leave your comments down below with your feedback. TOODLES <3
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mochis-post · 1 year
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aonung and reader swimming and messing around and aonung ends up confessing that he likes reader :P
Aonung | Male! Metkayina! Reader
Note: woman dni, fluff fluff and more fluff, kinda dense reader, probably ooc aonung
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"come on y/n, otherwise we will be late", aonung said while dragging you into the water. you both called out for your ilus and finally went into the ocean. "you still haven't told me where we are going", you whined, wanting to know where aonung 'kidnapped' you to. "plus it's getting dark, the eclipse is happening soon. shouldn't we stay near the village?" "stop whining and get moving."
you huffed but followed the boy. even though you were annoyed at him, you couldn't help the curiosity rising within you. "look, we're there." breaking the connection with your ilu and stepping the shallow water, you could see why aonung stressed you so much to get here early.
in front of you was a beautiful blue lagoon filled with all kinds of corals and fish. some of them even felt brave enough to swim through your legs, tickling them. your laugh made the na'vi look up at you, having a little blush on his cheeks. "it's pretty, right?" "it sure is. how did you find this?" "during an exploration trip. when i found this place i immediately had to show you. i know how much you love this kind of stuff." "thank you.. aonung."
aonung smirked and you knew he had something bad planned. before you could react a handful of water hit your face, making you gasp. "how dare you." you splashed the water back towards the boy, but he dodged in time, instead attacking you again. "noo, that's mean", you shrieked while giggling. even aonung couldn't contain his laughter. "it's not mean you just gotta get better."
the eclipse finally began, shining with an orange colour towards the two of you, making the lagoon look even more majestic. you squatted down, holding your hand into the salty water for the curious fish. "look! they like me." aonung laughed at your excitement. "of course they do. who wouldn't like you." "huh?" your tail swayed behind you, disturbing the peaceful water.
the minutes passed by quickly and when you both were finally done splashing each other, it was completely dark. exhausted you two sat on the sand, your feet still in the water. you sat so close that you ended up dropping your head on his shoulder. "you know..", you started, not wanting to disturb the comfortable silence. "hm?" "i'm glad you showed me this place. we should go exploring together next time. maybe we can find even prettier places together."
you could feel aonung putting an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer towards him. "that sounds amazing. but i'm sure nothing is gonna surpass your beauty." a heavy blush decorated your cheeks as you looked at him. "..what?" his eyes locking with yours, a blush also covering him. "you're so dense sometimes. Oe tìyawn ngenga nìftxavang."
published: 11.january.2023
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annesart · 8 months
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 | Chapter 3. | Let her go / J. Hughes
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Chapter 2. <- Chapter 3. -> Chapter 4.
Warnings: swearing
All the friends were already on the boat and surfed on the river. Y/n was the only one lying quietly, reading.
"Watcha reading, L/n?" asked Alex as he sat next to her. "I'm fascinated you're asking, you've never been into books, Turcotte." Alex laughed by her response. "That's right, I'm just confused why don't you go and try the surf."
Y/n closed her book, pulling it away. She looked straight to see Jack getting ready on the surf. Jack then turned his gaze on her as he heard their conversation. "C'mon! You can go with me!" he yelled to be head by over the sounds of engine and waves.
Y/n never had to do things that were too far out of her comfort zone. But Jack is someone with whom she is simply not afraid. When they were little, Jack taught Y/n to skate, ride a bike, and many other things. Y/n bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she saw everyone on the ship staring at her, including Jack. And Trevor.
"Why not." she got up. "Woho!" came from everyone. Only Trevor didn't make a sound, but no one noticed. Y/n gripped Jack's hand tightly and carefully stepped onto the surfboard. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." he said once he felt the tightness of her grip. "Hah, I know. Just to be sure." She stepped in front of him and his chest rested lightly on her back. Y/n felt his breath on the back of her neck and his arms wrapped around her waist.
¨Are you okay?" he asked to be sure. "More than okay."
Trevor watched the whole scene, feeling tense in his body. Not going to lie, he wished to be Jack for at least a second. Being with Y/n this close so far. During that, Jack and Y/n were finally on the water as they started to hit the waves. Y/n smiled as she felt the water flowing underneath the surfboard.
She let out few giggles and Jack smiled. "Enjoying it?" he asked. "Yes!" she shouted enough for him to hear her. "It's amazing! I don't know why I didn't try it before."
"They're enjoying themselves, aren't they?" asked Cole. Benefit of this is that by the engine Jack and Y/n couldn't hear them. "Jack talk about her 24/7, they should stop pretending. They've been inseparable since childhood." Quinn said, taking a sip from his beer. Trevor frowned. "What's wrong man? You look pissed off." Cole slapped him on the shoulder when he noiced. "Nothing." he said, looking to his right at a look that was making him… angry? "Hopefully you're not jealous!" Cole laughed.
Trevor clenched his jaw and took a rough breath. Cole straightened up and gave a cocky smile. "No way... You're actually jelous!" he added a bit volume. "Shut the hell up, Caufield!" Trevor hissed, his cheeks turning rosy. "I'm not damn jealous." he got up and left on the other side of the boat, being watched by Alex, Luke, Quinn and very surprised Cole.
"What the hell was that?" Alex laughed. Cole just shrugged and leaned back. As Y/n and Jack finished surfing, the boat slowly returned back to the house. Trevor was the first to step out. "What is wrong with him?" Jack asked, wiping himself with a towel. "Probably a men period, who knows." Y/n grimaced to his response and wiped the water off herself as well.
Trevor's pov:
I have no idea what got into me but seeing Jack touch Y/n was just… I guess beyond my patience. Just the fact that he was simply holding her so that she wouldn't fall made me so angry and, as Cole said, jealous. I hadn't paid as much attention to Y/n as I did now. It's true that I always liked her as a girl, but I never thought it would be anything more… Or at least I think so...
Just knowing how much Jack likes her just because they've known each other the longest. When I got to my room I changed my swimming trunks for shorts and a shirt and went downstairs so I wouldn't be a weirdo. The boys were in the living room but Y/n was nowhere to be found. "Are you good, bro?" asked Jack. "Yeah, why shouldn't I?" I shouldn't because I was just jealous of my best friend.
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linneri · 1 year
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navy blue
aged-up!neteyam x fem reader
no warnings; spoiler free
non-english speaker
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His skin had a much cooler shade than yours; that was the first thing you noticed. Bright navy blue, deeper, heavier, almost impossible to get from marine nature. The pair of amber eyes were scanning the surroundings, checking for potential dangers, confirming if his family is safe here among strangers, and this gaze had you glued to the ground, feet grown in sand when these eyes accidentally went looking directly, straight into you. Tsireya was talking and smiling, and you wanted to scream at him, "Hey, look at her, she's the prettiest girl here," but he was still and almost hypnotized, ears trembling nervously. He's mesmerizing, you thought. He's so pretentious, it's almost scary. He must be brave enough for those kinds of stares, brave or frivolous—you couldn't decide.
Stranger from a land where trees touch the sky and levitating mountains have no ground beneath them, it was poetic; he must have seen the highest of altitudes. 
His father came from the star, as you'll be told later. It makes sense; he is a cosmic boy, the comeliest of the aliens, and you found it truly beautiful. You two didn't talk after; he melted from this frozen gaze and went with Tsireya, Ao'nung, and the whole group of his younger siblings with big eyes and thin tails, and they all were adorable, really, you could feel the strong, unbreakable connection in this family. It was a bit painful to look at them from the side, but you weren't the daughter of the Olo'eyktan, surely, you were just a part of the clan, just a watcher. That is what was most surprising to you this morning. You weren't in the first line; you never are. Looking at forest guests from someone's shoulders, hiding patiently just to watch from the side, and still being noticed like this—strongly, gripped with the gaze. He caught you like a hunter catching a thief. Overthinking these few minutes made you feel like you were the one who was either brave or frivolous. 
It's not like you two got closer over the weeks; you haven't even shared a word. You weren't ready to go talk to him; it was almost like a fantasy, but you were already too curious for him, almost glued to him, so you couldn't leave the beach while he was somewhere in the water. Call it embarrassing or romantic—it doesn't matter. He was still the son of Toruk Makto, and you were still just a weaver sitting on the sand. It was simple to bring all the materials onto the beach and hide the eyes behind the tapestry. He was learning how to ride an ilu once, which was pretty hilarious to be honest, but he knew you were there, and you knew that he knew, and this was calming. It's all about the looks: there were looks in the morning when you were arriving at your beach spot; there were looks in the evening when he was returning from his long distance swims; you two were always searching for each other's eyes, just to know, just to feel this kind of warmth and keep going. It was your little game in comfort, and it always ended with a win for both of you.
Soon or later, it started to hurt somewhere under the ribs, his apartness. You low-key felt like a traitor; your little staring game was unbreakable and already much more than you could ever dream of, but somehow it still wasn't enough, and you had no idea if this feeling was mutual. In this case, wouldn't he come? This silence started to get overwhelming; it was almost feral. You weren't the one; you never are. He might generously gift you these looks and still choose someone else—someone prettier and louder, someone with a brave and adventurous soul, someone who speaks instead of just looking.
But he saw you, you thought. Shouldn't it mean something?
You didn't come the next day. And the next too. It all felt too silly, and you decided that you had romanticized this whole experience much more than you should have. It's probably been a week or something; you just tried to come back to your life: quiet weaving at home, family dinners, learning, spending time alone with your thoughts. The tapestry was almost ready, though. You took it in your hands, finishing all the details, slowly sewing the ends, and adding the shells as buttons. It was wonderful, yet it still felt like a failure. You packed it under your pillow like the most hidden of secrets.
It was your birthday a few days later. Never a party, but rather a little celebration with the closest hearts around. You loved it quietly. You never expect a lot, just some little gifts, mother's meals, forehead kisses, and soft evenings inside the village. Nature greeted you as well. It was one of those sunsets in silence when everyone rested in their places and the island was a little liar for saying that it was all yours for tonight. Water greeted you respectfully, and air touched your face with the slightest kisses; you were a dreamer, and this planet loved you.
The village was turquoise, the warmest shade of the surrounding wet air. That's why this cold navy blue in front of your eyes almost got you tricked. Heart dropped immediately; for a second, you forgot you even had one. In the darkness, his skin was starting to glow a bit with these little sparking freckles, and you weren't just staring; you were stargazing him carefully. He was a cosmic boy, you remember. 
And somehow, he came. It was him just in front of you, on your little secret birthday. You found it surprisingly easy - to look at his amber eyes once again like your gaze never leaved his, not for a second. 
"You're here." You broke the silence. It was almost possible to hear the crack of the rules that were finally breaking.
"Let me know if coming here will ruin everything." He said. His voice was strong and yet trembling. "Let me know if it was already ruined."
Ruined? 
If you only had an answer. It was dreamy, but yet so impossibly real. The tension could be touched and grabbed in your fist if you ever raised your hand. He was here and close enough to radiate warmth from his cold-shaded skin. Ruined? It's a farce. You were the one who put an end to this game, overwhelming and terrified of fear, and he came here equally terrified as you but infinitely braver.
Lips opened for a word, but came with nothing. You prayed for your eyes to say it all.
"I should have come earlier." Shaking his head, he said."It hurts to lose this certainty that if I turn around, I will meet your eyes there."
It hurts. It feels then, you thought. It feels then, and not only you were the one to feel.
And it's all about the way this boy speaks: expectedly tenderly. You always wondered what his voice sounded like. 
"And yet it feels newly seeing you this close." You said, breaking for a little smile. It was boldly for you, but you felt happy to see him here, really did. It was a confirmation that he indeed felt the same way about you. 
The sunset tried its hardest to shine brightest this moment, but it was overshadowed by the smile growing in front of you.
You said your names to each other right after. The bond made in your heads got a little stronger with this smallest step, and you loved his name endlessly—Neteyam sounded perfect for his indomitable spirit and such soft, tender eyes, and it felt even softer to say it out loud.
"It's your birthday." He said, dropping his gaze away from your eyes, probably for the first time in these minutes. "It's not the best, but I took some clothes from my village before coming here and now unraveled one of my capes because I never saw such color in your tapestries and Tsireya said that--"
"We don't have this pigment on our land." You finished.
He was holding his hands in front of you, and there was a beautiful skein of cold blue thread in them, navy as his skin but brighter than you've ever seen. It was the color of their nights, you thought, the shade their forest generously provided only for its citizen. And now you're the one who can take it as if you were one of them. It was lovely. Neteyam felt you without asking any questions. It left you breathless.
"How could you know? It's so perfect." It was a childlike awe in your tone that made him smile and look into your eyes once again. "Thank you."
You were scared to even breathe because this little gift felt so personal and let you know that he really cared and noticed, and he really tried to know you as well as he could, from the side, just like a watcher, just like you. You raised your eyes, and you knew they were shining.
"I have something for you as well." You told him. Neteyam looked confused, ears straightened quickly. "Please, just stay here."
"Hey, why would I leave?" He smiled wildly after failing at fake pouting. You loved how his eyes were surrounded by a few wrinkles in this moment. It was torture to turn your head away and go fast to your place.
It was near; you weren't far away, and you knew that he was waiting for you. It made you feel something real. It excited you. There were minutes, probably, funny or not: a few words to your parents, a few steps to your bed, a few moves to your pillow, grabbing the tapestry, and almost running back to him.
When you arrived, breathing barely, you looked at him with the silliest smile. You held it proudly in your hands, your heart racing. You remember finishing it hopelessly and feeling like you were just a fool for him, and now the soft material warmed your hands.
You were weaving him a cape at the same time he was unraveling his own for you.
It was in light marine colors, with threads of silver and bronze, a pattern reminding you of water, and glowing shells as buttons—truly good work. You weaved it with all your feelings for him, and it actually turned out to be the best tapestry you've ever made.
And it was so intimate—changing the gifts that connected so strongly without even knowing. 
He went silent—not a silly joke, not a single laugh. Neteyam took it so carefully, like it was fragile. He didn't expect it, you could tell, and it was an intriguing show to watch, to notice all the changes in his mimicry and looks. So warmly. He looks at you so warmly all the time. He placed it on his shoulders slowly, putting the shell in the loop with one careful movement. Like a prince, you thought. His skin made the cape almost shine in the sunset lights.
"It's not my birthday today, you know?" He said. 
"I know, but it's mine. Keep it if you want to cheer me up a little more than you already did."
He looked up at the colorful sky and laughed loudly. "You're perfect. And it's the work of art that I didn't deserve but that I will definitely be carrying with me till the end. Thank you." He lowered his head back at you. "Thank you." 
Making him happy. That's all you wanted after this moment. 
You both sat on the sand, and the conversation finally felt natural and unhurried; he was the sweetest and shyest person you could ever imagine. 
You were the one to break this shy wall between you two and tell him honestly that you did, in fact, miss him and that you were, in fact, coming to the beach just to see him. He laughed softly and placed his hand on your head compulsively, probably because of the oldest brother's habit of messing up his siblings' hair, but took it off immediately. You wouldn't mind, though. His accidental touches were giving butterflies. 
He was honest as well; you believe that he was always honest, but it was still surprising to hear him tell you about all these feelings you two shared but both had no idea you did. You were a little poet with threads as words for him. He felt it somehow—maybe it was some kind of connection or just admiration—but watching you alone with something you love was beautiful. It was natural; you were on your own and never complained about it. That's why he never talked to you; he was afraid to ruin something in this idyll, break your comfort zone, and lose the opportunity to look at you every other day. But you were always looking back, and that gave him this blind courage to come here. He didn't know your name, he never asked. He could just go to Tsireya or anyone, but he liked to keep you as his little secret. Neteyam was not embarrassed to publicize his little addiction; he simply loved the intimacy of it all. And it was passionate; you felt the same kind of desire to keep this away from everyone in order to keep it as magical as it had always been. 
You couldn't dream of this answer. He gave you much more than you thought you ever deserved.
And he was perfect in the darkened skies; it felt like they were trying to make him glow as much as possible. It was a moment when you raised your hand carefully after your conversation stopped in the comfortable, soft silence, and it was almost possible to hear the sound of the air cutting under your palm; everything was slow.
You touched one of his sparkling freckles between his eyes, stopping their light. His skin was satin. It was as warm as his gaze, much warmer than how this cold-shaded skin was looking. He stared at you so intensely—nobody has looked at you like this.
Nobody has ever seen you like this.
Your fingers moved by themselves, braver than you ever were, going down, remembering all the caves on his face, the silhouette of his nose, the little pit above his trembling lips. They stopped there, covering his mouth with the slightest touch. Neteyam was watching your eyes following this way. You knew the night was hypnotized as well; the clouds were completely still in the skies, looking down at both of you.
You moved forward impulsively. It was a moment; you lost yourself, and your eyes closed without your permission. Blame the date; you had a few minutes before your birthday ends and it was the courage that fogged your mind. Or it's just him: beautiful, beautiful cosmic boy under your skin with an intense gaze and the warmest amber in his eyes.
And you kissed the tips of your fingers like there were just his lips uncovered for you. So close. So "almost". You didn't see it, but you felt it—he flinched, his hot breath burned your fingers, and he opened his mouth a little, instinctively.
The moment got stuck. Time could get faster or just stop; you wouldn't tell. It was just your noses touching, shared loud breathing, and trembling fingers between you two, like the strongest and largest barrier you've ever felt. You had no right for more, you wouldn't ask for it. It was the closest you could get, and you slowly tried to move back to face reality. But he caught you. He caught you, like he always does. His fingers wrapped around your wrist so fast and tightly, almost scared, that you couldn't help but open your eyes in a daze and meet this melting amber. 
You couldn't forget the way he looked at you—in awe. Conserved sparkles in this gaze because of fear of hurting you, grip relaxing around your wrist. He nearly told you with his eyes: "Let me." Fingers moved higher to meet yours, carefully fitting between, where your lips almost touched. 
He nearly asked you with his hand: "Please."
Was there any other answer you could give him instead of yes? You closed your eyes slowly, sipping down your entwined fingers, and it was louder than any of your possible words.
He kissed you. 
Blindly and passionately, as if nothing else mattered more than your lips on his, your holding hands under your chins, your little gasp after he finally touched you in ways you both couldn't even imagine. It was forbidden, and yet so freeing—a little secret that got you both breathless. He moved slowly, taking his time on you, and it was so intimate that you felt the goosebumps running down your back. His other hand covered the back of your neck, trying to be closer—the closest he could ever get. It's doubly that he could at this moment; you wanted him somewhere under your skin. Glued permanently like a tattoo. 
The seeingless line between, the little navy blue thread on your fingers, the gazes that could find each other even in the most crowded of streams—there was something so real tying you both together. Knotting like a weaved braid. 
It was something real and beautiful, the way your lips perfectly fitted, breaths combined, and skin smoothly touched each other. 
He torturously, unbearably moved away in an instant, breathing heavily on your lips, your foreheads touching. Leaving a little peck on the corner of your lips before talking: "You should teach me." He took your entwined hands on the material of his weaved cape. 
You laughed softly, making a little effort to bring his hand back to your face: "You would be much better in it with this extra finger your siblings have." You said, kissing his palm and hearing him chuck.
"Indeed. But I have much more motivation to learn than all of them."
"Yeah? Always wanted to weave?" Your lips were still on his fist, touching his skin anytime you talked or smiled through it.
"Always wanted to have a reason to be around you." He said unexpectedly seriously. You found it quite adorable; this boy was pure in his feelings for you, and this is all you ever desired. You put your lips back on his, kissing him softly instead of answering.
He's got all the reasons to be around now, and you both knew it. Before it got too dark and late, he was kissing your face everywhere, leaving some silly playful pecks on your forehead and cheeks through the smile, holding your face tightly with his palms.
The comeliest of aliens that came from the place with mountains that saw no ground, he was just about to show you all the altitudes, and you were ready to fly the highest with him if he ever asked you. You both were laughing and finally felt so free with all the unhidden feelings you both tried to hide. 
"Cosmic boy." You whispered between his little kisses, and you knew he adored it. 
And it felt lovely to let yourself be happy.
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yoongiphoria · 10 months
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the kind of parallel i wanted | myg
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→ a "stop thinking about me" drabble (read here)
✰ pairing: stam!yoongi x f!reader ✰ warnings: angst (shocker); signing an NDA but with Feelings ✰ word count: 1.3k ✰ note: ah, it seems i have once again written a cursed thing instead of actually taking a hiatus. takes place ~ five years before "stop thinking about me."
✰ listened to: trivia 轉: seesaw - BTS
3:08 PM KST, sometime in August 2018
“You have an interview at The Wonjae Group, on Monday. If you, uh, want it. My manager’s senior from college, he's in charge over there. You’d be a shoo-in.”
You nod, but only because you know you should. "Mm-hm."
"And... this." He slides a stack of papers across the table. Thick, bound with a plastic spine. The wall of tiny print swims in your vision.
CONFIDENTIALITY AGREEMENT
BY AND BETWEEN
BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT CO., LTD.
AND
__________________
"They tabbed all the places you should sign." He shifts in his seat. Blinks a little too much. Apologetic, maybe, but you wouldn't know it. "Um, and if you have any questions." He presses a Post-It to the top of the contract, a phone number scrawled across it. "You can call the general coun—”
"Yoongi, what are we doing?"
He freezes, hand closing around his water bottle. "What do you mean."
You flatten your hand over the contract. Your palm sticks to the plastic cover, tacky and hot. August in Seoul is miserable. Everything feels miserable, when the air is pouring over you like boiling water and Yoongi is sitting across from you displaying all the emotion of a stick of gum.
You wish he could at least pretend like this is hurting him, too.
"Never mind." You click the pen, work your way methodically through the tabs. You skim the fine print, eyes glossing over phrases like the parties hereby agree to and Big Hit Entertainment, Co., Ltd. and all its successors and assigns and Negative Publicity Event, which shall be defined as. It's much longer than the one you remember signing years earlier—when Big Hit was effectively run out of a storage closet, and all they could give you was a form NDA ripped off the internet.
You probably should call a lawyer, even if it's Big Hit's underpaid and overworked GC, to explain this to you. Probably shouldn't sign away rights you don't even know about—reduce a years-long story, the great love of your life, to a stack of papers and a laundry list of obligations—without consulting anyone first.
But it’d almost feel like botching an execution on purpose. Prolonging the pain without good reason, and anyway, you don't have the energy to wait anymore.
You never did like being difficult. Prided yourself on being easy. On making his life easy. It's why you haven't been putting up very much of a fight.
It's why you're letting him go.
Yoongi watches your pen scratch out initials on page after page. The silence would be less bearable if you weren't so busy trying to keep your shit together, trying to be an adult about the whole thing. Trying to be less of a scared-shitless kid, stumbling their way out of a first love.
"Hey, for what it's worth….”
You stop mid-signature, right under some clauses about communications with artist. "Yoongi, this says—"
"No phone calls."
You blink, fast. Dig your nails into your palm. "No texts, either."
He runs a hand through his hair. "Uh. Yeah. And no emails, letters, et cetera.”
"So, what?" Long-absent anger stirs in your gut, mixed with something you're too heated to untangle. "This is it? Once I sign this and walk out—"
"Officially, no contact."
Mentally, you understood: This was a breakup. All things considered, you've been taking it pretty well. Even felt a bit of relief when Yoongi first suggested it all those weeks ago, because the relationship had been rotting on a shelf for months by then. Felt stale, unused. Just a thing that took up space while Yoongi traveled, and performed, and forgot to respond to texts.
It all comes down to this: Lots of things die when you shove them in unlit, unloved corners, and you've been half-dressed in funeral garb since day one.
This revelation, though.... It feels too real. The end. Get off, this is the last stop, but you're nowhere close to your destination.
"Look," he murmurs. Placating. You hate it. Hate him for being the rational one, when for so long it’s been the other way around. "Bang PD, he thinks—last year was huge for us. And with this new album coming out? Everything is just... a business decision. He’s covering all his bases.” He pauses. "So, yeah. No contact."
You can't even look at him. "So this is really it, then. We'll really never see each other again."
It doesn't even make sense for you to be upset, for you to struggle to speak past the lump in your throat, because you wanted this. This is what breaking up means: separating, parting ways.
Why, then, are you stuck halfway through the signature? Why can’t you agree to this last thing? This inevitable outcome?
A sigh. “Officially, no.”
"You keep saying officially like it's supposed to mean something to me."
"I don't know what to say. I don't...." He takes a deep breath, audibly struggling to find the words. “I know this is hard….”
“Do you?” you say. It’s meant to be sharp, but it comes out quiet, deflated—all the emotion losing steam outside of you. “I knew I’d have to sign something, but fuck, Yoongi.”
He fixes his gaze on the tabletop. Taps an uneven beat on the surface. You stare at his hands, the hands that have tied your shoelaces and left hot trails on your skin. You don’t think they were ever meant to destroy—just create. Build. 
When did the soft-spoken guy who asked if you’d eaten dinner one night become the person you love most?
“I… I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what you want.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s pleading, but the Yoongi you know has never asked for anything outright. It’s always been hints, shadows, whispers when he thought you were asleep.
Lyrics embedded into songs. Missives gone unopened, flagged in yellow. A gaze that has long stopped meeting yours. 
“What do you want, Yoongi?” You feel something prickling at your cheekbone and swipe at it—your thumb comes away wet, stained with mascara. “Can you just, for once, tell me what it is that you want.”
“I can’t.” He buries his face in his hands, and you can’t recall the last time he looked this vulnerable. When did he start hiding? “I can’t ask you to stay. I can’t tell you to go. 
“This new album, this new comeback….” He swallows, hard, and when he drops his hands you can see something glistening in his lash line. “We've been big before, but this…. This is going to be really, really different. I can’t—I can’t ask you to walk into that darkness with me.” He clears his throat. “Just too much I don’t know.”
You keep wiping at your eyes, but it won’t stop, all that pent-up emotion. Years of loving him, and Yoongi makes no move to touch you.
There’s your answer: he’s leaving you behind. What a privilege those years have been. What a fucking waste.
“I don’t understand how you could have ever loved me.”
You look up, startled. Yoongi’s hand sits curled into a fist, head hanging low. You’re so happy you said yes to dinner. You desperately wish you hadn’t.
Does he really think so little of you?
At the sound of your pen scratching against paper, he looks up again, tinted red and tear-streaked. You ache to hold him. Ache to tell him everything’s going to be alright, the way you used to—even though you know it won’t. Because it’s true, they are hurtling toward the cusp of something huge, and you know nothing will ever be the same again.
“You make it sound like I stopped.”
You get up and leave. "I"s dotted, "T"s crossed. You don’t realize you’ve been suffocating in there until you’re hit by the chilled air in the hallway.
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aokoaoi · 1 year
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hello, i forgot if i already send you my request or not... but if i am alreadg forgive me, i just want a lo'ak x f!reader when she closes to tuk and tuk loves her so much. when quaritch captures them, loa'ak saves them and saying he will never leave them alone again. thank you
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— pairings : lo'ak x fem!reader.
— warnings : slight avatar the way of water spoilers. slight violence.
— author's note : i loved writing the last parts sm💀. ty for the request! sorry it took so long though:').
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Lo'ak loves how you treat his younger sister, Tuktirey. Often times, he even feels jealous of how close you and Tuk were. Like, him and you would just be hanging out by yourselves, and then the little girl would just randomly spawn outta nowhere and start crying for your attention..
You shouldn't have fed that girl your love all the time. Now she hogs you away from him as of there was no tomorrow for your attention. But of course, Tuk is just little after all, so she has to be treated fairly.
Still, Lo'ak just wishes she'd stop taking you away every few hours.
Not only him that loves you, but his whole family does. In fact, they treat you like you were apart of the Sully's. See, a small backstory for you was that you've never really had real parents. Yes, you were real Na'vi and did come out of a mother's womb, but you weren't raised by them.
You were left on your own in the clan, and your parents were no where on sight. You didn't have any other relatives too, so you practically just raised yourself. Neytiri was the one who learned about the absence of your parents and decided to take you in despite you repeatedly refusing.
You were probably around eight or nine around the time his mother decided to raise you. She said you still had lots to learn, but it wasn't too late for you to be taught the Na'vi ways since you were still somewhat young.
But even though his mother took you into her care and family, you didn't live with them like Kiri did. In fact, you had a place of your own and that's where you always hid when you wanted to be alone. You only ever come to their place when they want you to visit(which is practically everyday) but you always end the day back at your home.
Lo'ak had to admit, he wished you'd stop being so stubborn and just live with his family. He'd get to see you everyday, and he'll probably get more chance to hang out with you. Without Tuk.
And so of course, when the sky people landed their dirty asses back on pandora and the Suli family had to move to a more hidden village in order to protect their home in the forest, you were dragged with them.
You've got to admit, you wouldn't last a week without Neytiri's kids being literal chaos around you. You simply loved their bond.
It was nice living with the Awa'atlu, but minus the bullying, constant fighting, and how Lo'ak literally almost DIED. You loved their village, it was so open and fresh. You also happened to befriend a pretty girl named Tsireya.
You wondered if she liked Lo'ak considering how she looks at him.. you hoped not.
You'd rather be dragged under solid ground than admit you liked the boy. It was just a simple admiration anyway, it'll probably just pass as another crush phase like always. Plus, the boy probably only sees you as a reaaally close friend.
Anyway, Tsireya and him would look much more better. You've got to say it for yourself as well, you're probably starting to like Tsireya too. In a slight supportive platonic girl friend way.. yeah, totally.
And as the days went by, the more you learned about their ways. From the Ilu's, the proper way to swim, and to their environmental differences. But in those days, the sky people were also nearing. Ready to attack.
You so badly prayed among greatmother Eywa to stop those demons from harming your family and the Metkayina clan, but it was to no avail when you learned those demons were going from islands to islands, demanding of Jake's location.
You've never learned alot about the sky people, but Lo'ak along with his parents have told you enough to make you curse their every existence.
You desperately tried to shake away the marines trailing after you as it gained on your trail. You looked back, seeing as they were now closer. You didn't know where you are, and you were lost amongst the sea of long kelps with none of your friends with you. You swiftly turn, coincidentally missing a fire they shot at you as you did so.
Ditching the marine as you forced your way through the big leaves, and then you see Tuktirey desperately trying to swim away from an approaching underwater transportation. You swam past Lo'ak and Tsireya as your mind was on the little girls safety. You grab the girl from the waist as you caught up to her, surprising her as you leaded your Ilu away from the marines.
But when another underwater machine emerged from the forest of tall kelps, you were startled and accidentally bumped your Ilu's body onto it from the lack of instinct. You held Tuktirey close as you watched the machine near you both, trying to swim away until a net caught you both.
Ikrans dived into the water, grabbing the net as they pulled you up to the surface of the water. You instantly let out a big breath as your head made contact with the air, looking around you as Tuktirey choked for steady breaths. You tried to steady yourself onto the net, attempting to grab your knife from your thigh holster.
Tuk inches closer to you, desperately grasping onto your form as she sniffed, looking around in fear. You stabbed your knife through the net, trying to cut off its unbelievable material. "Hurry!" Tuk yells, looking at your knife as the net refused to cut.
"I'm trying, Tuk!"
"Why won't it cut?!" She yelled furiously, watching as the Ikran dragged you both by the boat. You let out a pained thud as your side landed on the cold surface of the mechanic, glaring at the sight of the demon bloods. You grasped Tuk by her arm, pulling her close to you as you kicked the net off your bodies, pointing your knife at the woman who tried to take Tuk.
"Drop the weapon!"
You hiss at her, knicking her arm as it drew blood when she tried to reach out for the young girl. You're too focused on her as you didn't notice another fraud reach out for Tuktirey, pulling her away from your hold. "No!" You yelled, spinning around to face the fraud who took Tuk.
Immediately, your hair was pulled as a hand reached to the back of your head, harshly pulling you down with great force. You tried to turn your head at the Avatar who took a hold of yoh, glaring at her. "You bitch! Go back to your dying planet and leave us alone!" You struggled under her hold.
"What'd she say?" Another Avatar perks up.
You scoffed, completely forgetting those morons don't speak your native tongue.
"She just called me a bitch!"
Never mind.
You watched, unthreatened as the man who was the reason of the last war back many years ago walked over to you. The woman grips on your braid tightly, making you yell in pain as she forced you to look at the Avatar in front of you.
"Oh, are you another Sully?" He questioned, crouching down at your level as if he was inspecting something. You glared at him, your unoccupied hand coming up to punch him in the face. When you successfully landed a hit, he let's out a grunt, before his own hand came up to grip the first you just used to hit him.
He glances at you slowly, before he turned at your hand.
"I guess not." He laughs. He took you by the arm, tugging on you without mercy as he dragged you to the railing where Tuktirey was held hostage on. He keeps you still as you tried fighting back, forcing you on your knees when you tried landing a hit on him.
"Let me go, you freak." You yelled at him in your native language. He laughed at you, amused as if he also understood your words. "Oh you're calling me a freak? Ironic." He states, raising his brows.
He leaves you with the young girl as she goes closer to you, her cuffs tugging on the rail. She drops by your side, leaning her head on your chest tiredly. "Don't worry, Tuk. Well get out of here." You attempted to reassure the girl.
"Navi inbound!" You hear the Avatar yell, pointing his gun at the sight of Na'vi's emerging from the side of the an island. Tuktirey let's out a gasp, "Dad!" She cheeres.
You grinned, turning around to face the Avatar man. "Neytiri's gonna kick your dumbass." You insult him. He growls at your words, ears twitching. He steps towards you, snatching the throat comms Lo'ak's father gave you just in case of emergencies and easy communication. He take your earpiece from your ear, and presses it on his ear instead.
You looked at the clan worriedly, simply wishing on Eywa they won't be hurt.
"Jake. Tell your friends to stand down." The man behind you spoke into your throat comms. "You want your kid back, you come out alone." He pulls out a gun, slowly pressing in on the back of Tuktirey's head. The girl whimpers, glancing at you worriedly as she feared if she made a single movement, she'd have to face consequences.
You hissed at his actions, glaring at the Avatars behind you. "Put that gun off the child." You growled.
"I took you under my wing, Jake. You killed your own, good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kid." Your eyes widen at his words, finally getting a hint that he was not just making empty threats.
"(name), I'm scared." Tuktirey spoke in your native tongue, looking at you teary eyed. "It's gonna be okay, Tuk, I'm here." You comforted the girl, smiling at her as you tried to take her mind off the gun at the back of her head.
"Offers fixing to expire. What will it be?"
"Easy shot."
Quaritch blocks the Avatar's gun, looking focusedly on the sight of the Toruk Makto slowly approaching the boat. Alone.
"You hit him now, they attack. Wait till' he's on board." Tuk sniffed at his words, eyes shutting closed as she continued to bury her head againstyour chest.
Your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw a Tulkun emerge from the waters, your ears ringing as you hear the Tulkun let out a hollering roar. "Payakan!" Tuktirey yelled. You watched as the Tulkun dropped down into the cold surface of the boat, crushing the small sky people in the process.
You yelped as gunshots ran around you, making Tuktirey bury herself against you even more as she tried to silence out the sounds. Payakan let's out a shriek as an human aims at his face, making you wince.
You stood up and harshly bumped your body onto the mecha, making him yelp and fall to the ground as Payakan brutally crushes the demon form with his thick fin. You cheered at the sight, taking pleasure of the scene. "Yeahh! That's right Payakan! Do more!"
"Kneel, you fool!" Another sky-people turns to you, aiming his gun at you as if trying to intimidate. Payakan dragged his body further into the boat as his tail hits the mechanics around the place, making more further destruction. You see the Na'vi at the corner of your eye start to attack, with Toruk Makto leading them.
Small boats from another side get a better view of Payakan, and you notice that it was the same ones who tried to take a hit on him earlier. The Tulkun let's out a hollow roar, before you yelled out his name in warning. The tulkun swiftly closes its mouth as he ducks, his thick skin making the shot from the boat slide through instead.
Payakan goes back into the water, and you diverted your attention back to the clan. You watched, starstrucked in a bad way as attacks happened from left to right, and you lost sight of Jake.
An explosion ignites from the side of an engine, dangerously close to it. Your eyes widened as it suddenly turned on, and the fire immediately spreads onto the mechanic. You yelped as you were slightly tugged back, and the boat started going for at full speed. Tuktirey let's out a shout when the boat was lifted up in the air when it ran through rocks, making your head dizzy, and then you two were thrown back down as the boat almost crushed another boat.
"Ah– fuck, what the fuck is happening?" You grunted in pain, the side of your hip stinging from the harsh impact. You turned to Tuktirey as she starts tugging on her cuffs, biting her lips. "Are you okay, Tuk?"
She only let's out a hum as she dragged her hands back and forth as if it would do something. You looked around for a sharp item nearby that your foot can't reach, not noticing two boys arriving at your scene.
"Brother!"
"Tuk, I'm not your brother—" You shook your head at her, turning around but was met by the sight of Neteyam and Lo'ak. Lo'ak snickered at your shocked expression before strutting towards you, bringing out his knife.
"You alright there, princess? You look a little.. surprised. What? Did you not expect for your not expect for your knight and shining armour to come and save you?" He teased, looking at you as he cut off your cuffs without effort.
You looked at him with a blank face. "Stop talking, skxawng. You aren't even cutting my cuffs right!" You yelled at him, a playful smile coming to your face as he finally noticed his mistake. He cuts off your cuffs while Neteyam takes Tuktirey away as Tsireya was waiting for you all by the water.
"But you are alright, though, right?" The boy immediately starts inspecting you as he grasped your hand. You chuckled, nodding your head. "Yes, I am. No scratches whatsoever." You answered him. He let's out a sigh of relief before his other unoccupied hand comes to your cheek.
"I'm so, so sorry for dragging you into this," he starts apologizing for Eywa knows what, leaving you confused. "I'm never leaving you alone, ever again. If you see me leaving you alone, slap me. Okay?"
"Lo'ak, you skxawng." You teased, brushing your finger on his nose with slight mischief. You take his hand, starting to go to where Neteyam and Tuk exited from until Lo'ak went the opposite way.
"What are you doing?" You questioned, grabbing his hand before he could do anything else. "What about spider? We can't leave him." He spoke up about the boy. You looked behind him, looking further into the boat as you bit your lip.
"Come on, I'm sure he's fine."
"But, he's—"
"Lo'ak. He'll be saved later on." You told him strictly,cutting him off as you looked into his eyes, noticing how he was now hesitating by your words. "..alright." He nods, giving in.
You smiled, taking both his hands as you lead him away from the boat.
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boring-brooklyn-babe · 10 months
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You say what kind of partner will be better for a person based on their Ascendant sign 🤔 but shouldn't it be based on Descendant? I'm just totally confused now 😐
Apologies for the confusion! In my previous posts, I shifted my focus from the kind of person the ascendant is attracted to (For example, stable and broody Capricorn might benefit from the qualities of warm and motherly Cancer) and instead, I delved into what these individuals might expect from their partners (For example, the earth sign Capricorns will always require stability in their relationship, which is non-negotiable)
Here's a little bit revisited, albeit more bit sized version of what I was trying to say.
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Fire Ascendant
Generally, Fire Asc will need someone who can match their big, adventurous, and fiery personality. No matter what sign, Fire Asc folks like action, and if you can't keep up, they might leave you behind.
Earth Ascendant
Earth Asc people like their stability, so if you come into their life guns blazing, ready to shake their world upside down, expect to be shown the door. They need someone who will be their rock (no pun intended), and in turn, they will cherish and spoil you like no other.
Air Ascendant
You're probably gonna notice Air Asc people because of their ethereal beauty, but don't be fooled. Behind that pretty face is a calculated intellectual. Be ready to be educated because these people have the receipts ready and are not above a verbal smackdown. If you can keep up with their quick mind, then the pearly gates to their forward-thinking, peculiar, and socially-oriented world might just open to you.
Water Ascendant
Water signs are notorious for their emotions, so it's no surprise that these people feel everything deeply. If you're not prepared to go through intense ups and downs (that, tbh, will be worth it because chances are you and your water sign partner shared a karmic link), talk about feelings, and be your most empathetic and compassionate self, then better let these sea creatures swim away.
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