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Good morning!!! I am so soft for this au!!
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If ur not giving ur spouse a tiny surprise kiss whenever th mood strikes then what is even the heckling point
Also, selkie Reader (sort of) doing the banana pose that seals do when happy n content
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Amhrán na Farraige
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Selkie!Reader
Summary: For centuries there have been legends of beautiful women who disguise themselves as creatures from the sea, only coming to land to sate their curiosity about the world above. Bradley was a simple man who had a taste for simple pleasures. A whole life spent at sea meant he was accustomed to these tales, but nothing prepares him for the reality of them.
Content Warning: ANGST, smut (brief, p in v), Pregnancy, References to the supernatural, Third person narrative, Some fluff, Dub-con, Kidnapping, Forced marriage (kind of, you'll see), Stockholm Syndrome, Some domestic violence (against spouse and towards children. Nothing heinous, just some grabbing and shaking), Anger, Celtic myths/legends, Celtic songs, Depression, Lies, Men driven mad, Descriptions of blood. I think I got everything, but PLEASE let me know if I missed anything.
Word Count: 13.2k
Helpful pronunciations (not exact, but close):
Amhrán na Farraige - [oh-ron nuh far-ig-uh] "Song of the Sea"
Sidhe - [She] "Fairy" (Also there's a whole etymology thing with this but yeah)
Mo Chroi - [moh khree] "My heart"
Mo Ghrá - [moh graw] "My love"
Mo Mhuirnín - [moh wor-neen] "My beloved"
Mo Stóirín - [mo store-een] "My Little Treasure"
Song One (The cliffs) || Song Two (The end)
God was not real, of this Bradley Bradshaw was sure and certain. At the very least, if he had existed at all, he was surely dead now. Or perhaps he was a neglectful deity. Bradley had seen too much death and hardship in his life to think otherwise.
He had seen men gasp for an unhearing god as they lay on battlefields, blood coursing out the holes in their bodies as tears streamed down their unseeing eyes. He had seen children starve, begging their still mothers for food that would never come, not while hardship endured in the land. He had heard the wails of women as their sons, brothers, fathers, and husbands never returned home, hand reaching out for an embrace that would never be returned.
All eyes looked to God, but God did not look back.
The only thing Bradley was sure of, was the existence of the fair folk, the Sidhe his mother had always called them. The beings who walked the between, never staying long in this world or the next.
“That shadow that lingers in the corner of your eye?” She had smiled, stroking the hair out of his face. “That’s the fair folk, honey. Always watching, but never seen. If they see let you see them, Bradley, then it’s already over. They’ve gotten you.”
His mother had done her best to keep him sheltered from the horrors of the world, but death and famine followed the people along the coast. His father had died in a shipwreck off the coast when he was young, and while his mother had done her best to keep her sorrow hidden, Bradley often caught her eye turned towards the sea. She disappeared when he was only sixteen.
Bradley had heard stories of people being taken by the fair folk, lured to the hills beyond the town, some never to be seen again, while others came back different. He wondered if the men who had gone off to war had been taken, replaced with something hollow, something not quite all there. Had his mother been taken by the Sidhe? Taken to the land beyond to be with his father? Or had her sorrow and longing for her long-dead husband become too much all at once, the grips of the icy waters too tempting an offer to resist?
It didn’t matter anymore, though. Bradley was alone and took work where he could, soft hands of youth turning to calloused hands of adulthood. His once bright eyes grew dull from the monotony of the jobs at sea, life becoming routine as day after day he boarded a ship to earn his livelihood.
As he grew older, the wages from the odd jobs allowed him to purchase his own vessel, a small boat that rocked in the choppy waves as he hunted the seals that littered the coasts.
He remembered watching from the small house he and his mother lived in as the creatures hopped out of the water to lay on the rocks. He would inch towards the door until she caught him, a stern look on her face as she scowled at him.
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times,” she scolded him, hands on her hips. “You leave those creatures alone. They’re not doing anything to bother you.”
“Elijah’s da’ hunts them,” he remarked once, only serving to deepen her scowl.
“He does,” she muttered. “And he’s a lucky man that the selkies are a forgiving lot.”
“What’s a selkie?” Bradley had asked, eyes lighting up in intrigue. His mother regarded him for a moment before gesturing for him to sit in one of the chairs by the fireplace. Bradley settled in, eyes eager as he waited for his mother to explain.
“The selkies are fair folk of the sea,” she began, eyes serious as they darted above his head to look out the window towards the beach. “They may look like seals, but underneath their blubber and fur, they look like people just like you and me. They’re beautiful, Bradley, but curious to a fault. They walk on land in human form, shedding their seal skin once every seven years.”
“Why seven?” He had asked, voice small with wonder.
“Just the way the magic works,” she had replied with a shrug. “You can always tell when a seal is a selkie based on the size. The bigger the seal, the more likely it is to be a selkie, Bradley. Killing it and taking the skin will earn you pay, but you’ll have blood of the fair folk on your hand. Remember that.”
And he had remembered, for a while at least. He would watch the seals as they basked on the rocks, always wondering if the ones that met his curious gaze were one of the fair folk - a selkie.
Now the years had passed, grown from a small boy into a man of large stature. He commanded respect from those in the small, seaside village. Long had the days passed when his mother had warned him of hunting the seals and long had passed the days when he took those warnings seriously. He had joined the few who hunted the creatures around the rocky shores, braving the misty seas to earn himself a living.
He sat in his boat, the waves rocking him side to side in the way they often do during misty weather. Bitter cold clawed at his skin, numbing his fingers as he waited. Waited for something to come out of the water. Waited for any sign that he would earn a meal.
He fiddled with the ropes that lie around the floor of the boat, tying knots that he would need later. Undoing them, tying them, undoing them again. Anything to keep himself occupied while he lay in wait.
His breaths came out as white puffs of clouds, matching the ones surrounding him. Ice water clung to the whiskers on his upper lip, dripping down to run along his jaw and throat. He shifted, burying himself further into the warmth his coat provided. It was worn. He would need a new one soon. All the more reason to keep hoping for a prize catch.
The sound of disturbed water drew his attention towards the shore, and he slowly crept forward to peer over the side of the boat. A large seal bobbed at the surface, taking slow, deep breaths of the cold air that surrounded them. Slowly, Bradley reached for his harpoon, watching as the seal floated closer and closer. He raised his arm slowly, taking aim. He took a breath. Then another.
He released the harpoon just as a wave crashed into the side of his boat, sending the weapon veering off course. The harpoon struck the seal’s side, creating a gash that seeped blood into the water. The seal gave a pained cry, diving down into the murky depths of the sea, and Bradley cursed.
He stared at the spot where the seal had disappeared, already feeling the pangs of hunger stab at him. His nostrils flared as the desperate sense of anger welled up within him. How could he have been so careless? The size of that pelt would have brought in enough money to last him months. He heaved a sigh, pulling the rope to bring the harpoon back towards him. His fingers dipped into the icy water, the pain of it distracting him momentarily from his despair.
Bradley tossed the harpoon to the floor, the item landing with a thud as he slumped onto the bench. He buried his face in his hands, mind moving with blinding speed. He could still earn enough money to survive, he thought to himself. He could still do this. He just had to be more careful next time, should wait until he’s closer so he doesn’t miss. Still, his mind wandered back to the seal. The sheer size of it had his mind drifting back to the stories his mother had always told him. Of course, Bradley was older now, and he wouldn’t be scared by tall tales. However, the foolishness of youth still clung to him, for though he was now considered a man, he was barely twenty-two summers old.
Bradley heaved a sigh, sitting up and rubbing his hands together to create some warmth that would awaken his freezing fingers. He gripped the oars in his hands and began to row back to shore, the sun already dipping towards the horizon. He was always tempted to stay out past dark, but the older fishermen and hunters warned him of the dangers that came about at night. While Bradley was a fool, he wasn’t stupid.
He neared the dock that stood on the beach outside his home, moving to secure the boat to one of the posts when something caught his eye.
It floated in the water, a silvery grey blob that moved with the tide. Bradley’s eyes narrowed as he tried to place what it was in his mind. The blob slapped up against the side of the boat, and it was then that he realized what he was looking at. It was a perfectly preserved seal pelt, much like the one he had just seen. He supposed that it had fallen off a cart on the way to market, the winding roads by the cliffs being one of the few ways to make it into town. It wasn’t unusual for things to be knocked off of carts, finding their way onto the beaches and eventually into the sea.
Bradley wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, not after his blunder. He scooped the pelt into the boat, laying it out to dry before lifting himself onto the dock. It would be days before he could take it to the market to sell, and he hoped no one recognized it when he did make his way into town.
An odd feeling overcame him in that moment, a feeling of unease and tension winding up his spine and gripping his throat. The feeling told him he was being watched, but by what, he did not know. His eyes darted around, expecting to see one of his neighbors by the house, but no one stood atop the cliff. The wind picked up around him, the cold of it stealing the breath from his lungs, and he curled in within himself to try and preserve some of the warmth he had left. The feeling told him he was making a mistake, but he ignored it, surmising that what he felt was guilt at having come into fortune from another’s strife.
Bradley shook his head to rid himself of the feeling, taking one last look around before trudging across the beach and up the path to his home.
The house was cold, but not for lack of warmth. Bradley kept the rooms heated well. No, the house lacked the happiness that made it a home, and this was something he was keenly aware of. It had been a home once, way back before his mother had disappeared.
Now, Bradley existed within its walls, hoping one day that he would find himself ready to settle for one of the pretty girls in town, the ones that smiled at him sweetly whenever he deemed it necessary to venture in. Perhaps he would finally give in to Orla’s flirting. She was a sweet thing, always filling his cup more than she ought to, setting it down in front of him with a bat of her eyes. She wasn’t a bad choice.
Bradley shook the thoughts from his head. He couldn’t entertain the idea of taking a wife, not when his circumstances were so uncertain.
He settled further down into his chair, feet propped up by the fire, the glowing embers serving to help warm him from his time out in the cold air during the day. The wood cracked and popped as the fire consumed it, and Bradley soon found himself dozing off. Exhaustion seeped down to the very marrow of his bones, his muscles stiff from the hours spent hunched over on the boat. His eyes began to flutter shut, urging him to embrace the sweet oblivion that came with sleep.
His body jerked, eyes snapping open. He wasn’t sure what had startled him at first, his heart hammering away in his chest as he let out a shaky breath. His ears perked, eyes darting as he waited for whatever it was that had roused him. He didn’t have to wait long, a second cry sounding from outside.
It was one of pure, unadulterated sorrow. The cry of someone so grief stricken, they sounded almost like an animal. A chill ran down Bradley’s spine at the sound, and cautiously he moved to stand, heading towards the front door. Every fiber in his body screamed at him to leave well enough alone, but he worried that someone might be heart or in trouble. Grabbing his coat, he slipped back into his boots and walked out the door.
The cold was something he thought he should be used to at this point, but it still shocked his system every time he stepped foot out into it. The moon was the only source of light save for the faint, orange glow that filtered out of the windows of his house. The air stung his lungs, and he suppressed a shiver that threatened to run up his spine. The cry had sounded far, coming from towards the beach if he had to guess. He began to walk, boots crunching against the dirt path as it gave way to sand. The waves crashed against the shore like thunder, so loud that he almost didn’t hear the faint cries coming from further down the strip of sand.
He almost missed her huddled in the sand, back pressed up against one of the large rocks at the edge of the shoreline where sand met grass. Her head was buried in the crook of her arms, shoulders shaking as she cried, quiet whimpers wracking her body.
“Miss?” He called out once he was a few feet away. “Are you okay?”
Her head snapped up, hair falling in her face as sorrow filled eyes peered up at him. The look of her knocked all air out of his lungs, and for a moment he couldn’t focus on anything but how beautiful the woman in front of him was.
“Can’t find it,” she croaked. Her voice was still sweet sounding despite the hoarseness of it, and Bradley found himself captivated even further by her. His eyes left her face then, realizing for the first time that she was naked.
“Oh my god,” he murmured, rushing forward as he shrugged off his coat. “Here, take this.”
He wrapped the coat around her smaller frame, the material dwarfing her. Her lips trembled, though Bradley suspected it wasn’t from the cold. She didn’t seem to see him as she continued muttering to herself, eyes darting wildly between her hands and the sea.
“Can’t find it,” she said again, her voice growing in pitch as the desperation took hold.
“Can’t find what?” Bradley asked, brow furrowing in confusion as he glanced around the beach. “Did someone hurt you? Where are your clothes?”
A choked cry spilled past her lips as a fresh wave of tears began to stream down her face. She shook her head wildly, hands darting out to grasp at his shirt. Her fingers seemed to push him away and pull him closer at the same time as another wail climbed up her throat.
“Can’t find it!” She shrieked, eyes growing wider as she stared at the water. “Wanna go home.”
“Where is home?” Bradley asked, his own anxiety beginning to peak as he gripped onto the woman’s shoulders. Her eyes glanced to his, but they did not see him.
“Between the light, between the dark,” she whispered, eyes boring into him. “Between the cold, between the warmth. Between the moon, between the sun. Between the north, between the south.”
The between was something Bradley’s mother had always cautioned him about.
“It’s where the fair folk live, Bradley,” she had told him. “They don’t live here, but they don’t live fully in the other. They’re from somewhere in between.”
He shook the thought from his head. He knew he was being superstitious, ridiculous even. The fair folk were prideful beings, surely one wouldn’t be sitting here talking with him like this.
And yet, as Bradley looked upon this woman, heard how she spoke, a voice in the back of his mind whispered to him that there was something strange about her. Something…otherworldly.
“Are you alone?” He settled on, trepidation clear in his tone. “Is there someone I can go get for you?”
“Can’t go home,” she muttered, eyes turned longingly to the sea as tears streamed down her face. “It’s too late.”
Bradley heaved out a sigh. He would have to take her home, let her rest and try again in the morning.
“Can you stand?” He asked her. She said nothing, nails biting into the skin of her arms as she continued to stare out at the water. Bradley reached out to her, Taking her arms gently to help her stand. Her lips curled in a wince, hand flying to her side. His eyes flickered down, and for the first time noticed the dried blood on her side.
“You’re hurt,” he frowned, moving closer to inspect the wound, but she shied away from him, her own frown tugging on her lips. His tongue darted out to wet his own nervously, as he glanced from her to the house.
“My house is a bit of a ways up the hill,” he started, nodding towards it. Her gaze was more focused now, eyes flickering towards where he gestured. “Do you think you can make it?”
She didn’t respond, instead tilting her head to the side as she regarded the distance. Finally, she nodded, and Bradley felt his shoulders sag in relief. The wind whipped around them, and he was reminded of how cold it was. It would be best to get her inside as soon as possible, though he couldn’t help but notice that she seemed holy unaffected by the freezing temperatures even though she stood in nothing but his coat.
He waited for her to move towards the house, but she remained still, watching him watch her. Finally, he pressed his lips together and began to walk towards the house, boots crunching against the ground once more. The woman made no sound as she moved behind him, her gaze fixated on him the entire time.
He paused outside the front door, hand hesitating above the knob. Slowly, he turned to look at her once more. Her eyes stared back at him, eyes that reflected the orange glow cast into the night, eyes that swirled with knowledge that Bradley could only dream of. She said nothing as they watched each other, those sorrowful eyes watching him with curiosity, so much like seals that littered the shores. Bradley sucked in a quick breath before turning around to push the door open.
The warmth was welcome, and he felt some of the tension ease from his shoulders as he stepped into the main room, turning to watch as the woman stepped across the threshold. Her eyes darted around, taking in the various pieces of furniture and decorations that were scattered about as Bradley closed the door softly behind her. She took a few more tentative steps into the house, head cocking to the side in such an unusual way as to further confirm what Bradley was slowly accepting.
She walked past him, eyes glittering with intrigue as she came up to the fire. She crouched down, head still tilting to one side, and Bradley was captivated by the sight of this beautiful woman bathed in the light of the fire in his home. Before he could react, she reached a hand out into the flame, letting out a startled, pained yelp as she retracted it. A whimper left her lips as Bradley rushed forward, kneeling in front of her and taking her hand in his.
“Why would you do that?” He asked, no real heat behind his tone as he inspected her fingertips. “Don’t you know it’s hot?”
Her fingertips were a little pink, but otherwise no real damage had been done. She stared at him with an unreadable expression, eyes still studying him. He hesitated for a moment before moving to stand, keeping her hand in his.
“I can show you to your room,” he told her, tugging on her hand lightly. Her eyes scanned him from head to foot and then back again before allowing him to pull her to her feet. The two padded down a small hallway before he pushed the door open to a bedroom that had long stood unoccupied. He tugged her inside, motioning for her to sit on the bed. She sat obediently, watching and waiting for him to make his next move.
“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he exited the room. He made his way to the washroom, grabbing bandages, a cloth, a bowl, and a pitcher of water. He returned to the room quickly, finding that the woman had not moved an inch in the time he was gone. He sucked in a breath as their eyes once again met, wary meeting curious. He set the items on the bedside table as he gestured at her.
“You’ll need to take that off so I can see the wound,” he murmured, heat rising to his cheeks as he glanced at her uneasily. She paid no mind to his discomfort, easily shedding the coat and exposing her naked body to him as simply as if he had asked her to close the door. He cleared his throat, eyes darting down to look at the angry-looking gash on her side. The wound appeared to be superficial, but he couldn’t be sure until he cleaned it.
He turned to ready the cloth, keeping the bowl of water close so he could rinse if he needed to. Tentatively, he reached a hand up, running his fingers over the dried blood upon her skin, eyes darting up to search for any sign of distress. Her face remained impassive as she watched him, and Bradley’s jaw clenched as he began to wipe gently at the wound.
He had been correct in his initial assessment, the gash was more of a flesh wound and thankfully wouldn’t require stitching. He grabbed some of the salve he had brought in, applying a decent layer before wrapping a bandage around her midsection. Bradley tried not to think of how close he was to the woman, of how beautiful she was, especially when she seemed wholly unbothered by his presence.
“I, um,” he stuttered, cursing his nervousness, “I can bring you something to wear. I still have some of my ma’s things.”
He didn’t wait for her to answer, not that she would give him one if the last half hour had been any indication. He made his way down the hall to the door he had not opened in years, taking a deep breath to steady himself before pushing inside.
The room was just as his mother had left it all those years ago, the only thing having changed was the layer of dust that coated everything. Bradley moved quickly to the wardrobe on the far side of the room, opening it to reveal several different clothing options. He grabbed what he could carry, making sure to grab some of the sleeping garments before heading back down the hall. The woman sat unmoved once more as he appeared, draping the options on the chair to his left by the vanity.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” he said lamely, gesturing towards the clothing, “so I grabbed what I thought might look nice.”
The woman’s gaze moved slowly to the clothing before she rose to her feet. She padded across the room, not a sound from her as she walked over towards where he stood. Her eyes darted up to his for a moment before back down to the clothes. Small hands reached out to pick up one of the nightgowns he had grabbed, eyes studying it with a frown. Her hands tightened on the fabric, a look of despair washing over her face and disappearing just as quickly before she slowly eased it over her head, letting it drape down her form. She reached her hands up to pull her long hair out of the confines, letting it run down her back as she stared up at him.
There was something inherently wild about her, something that sent Bradley’s heart racing as he looked at her standing there in the room. She looked so out of place but so at ease with her surroundings, and he could hardly stand it.
“My room is just down the hall,” he told her, shoulders pulling back a fraction as he regarded her. “If you need me, I’ll be there.”
He gathered the things he had brought in, moving to leave when she grabbed his shirt, stopping him. He glanced at her from over his shoulder, brow furrowed in confusion as he waited for her to speak.
“Do you hear them?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper. “They’re calling for me.”
Bradley listened in the silence that followed, and it was a second before he heard the quiet, distant barks of seals mixed with the keen of something he could not place - something not quite human, not quite animal. He looked at the woman, her eyes having grown distant once more as a tear slid down her face. Bradley sucked in a quick breath as a shudder ran up his spine.
“You should get some sleep,” he whispered, breaking the silence. “You seem like you’ve had a long day.”
The woman looked at him once more, sadness swelling within her eyes before she slowly nodded, letting him go. She turned towards the bed, padding silently across the room once more.
Bradley closed the door behind him as he left, hands shaking as he listened for the click of the latch before putting away the items in hand. He put out the fire, washing the room in darkness as he dragged a hand over his face. With a glance towards the hall, he crept towards the front door, opening it and shutting it behind him carefully as to not make a sound. The cries from before could be heard louder now, and Bradley thought his heart would burst from his chest from the unease that enveloped him.
The moon still shone bright, lighting his path down towards the dock and his boat. The waves lapped against the shore, the cries louder the closer he came. His boat knocked against the wooden stands of the dock with every crash of the waves, and sitting there, on top of the bench, lay the pelt.
Bradley’s heart quickened at the sight, a sense of dread filling him at what he might find once he inspected it. His boots clicked against the wood as he made his way down to the edge. He kneeled down, snatching the pelt from its perch and into his hands. It was soft, nearly dry. He ran his hands over it, inspecting it closely as he squinted in the dark.
He was lost in the sensation of the pelt, how smooth and soft it felt in his hands, and for a moment he allowed himself to close his eyes and compare it to how soft the woman’s skin had felt under his fingertips earlier. He was pulled from his thoughts as the soft fur transformed into a matted and cracked mess. His eyes flew open, breath catching in his throat as he took in the bloodied tear down the side of the pelt.
Right where the gash on the woman was.
There was no denying it in his mind now. The woman in his home was one of the Sidhe - a selkie.
The cries grew louder, and Bradley’s head whipped up to stare out into the water. He couldn’t see them, but knew they were out there, searching for a sister that was lost to them. His grip on the pelt tightened, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears. He scrambled back to his feet, boots stomping against the wood and then the ground as he ran back to the house. His mind raced with thought after thought as his lungs burned from lack of oxygen. His hand reached out to open the door, but he stopped short, fingers hovering over the knob.
The cries off in the distance sounded as he stared at his front door before looking down at the pelt in hand. He could return it to the woman, let her return back to the sea she called home. But a more sinister thought crossed his mind. Why should he give it back? The woman was safe with him, after all. He could protect her from those that wished to hunt her, keep her warm and fed like a man should. He could love her, give her a life beyond what the sea had to offer. The memory of her skin under his fingertips once again rushed to the forefront of his mind, and he allowed his hand to drop back to his side. Yes, he would keep the pelt. Keep it hidden away where she nor anyone else would ever find it.
He turned on his heel, running towards the small shack just a few yards away from the house, ripping the door open and stepping inside. The structure held mostly items necessary for fishing and repairing his boat, but an old trunk sat in the back, practically hidden by various tarps and other objects. The cries of the other selkies grew louder, almost like they could sense the pelt in his hands and were coming to find it.
Bradley pulled the trunk out into the open, moving to the workbench and grabbing one of the keys that sat in the top drawer. He kneeled down in front of the trunk, unlocking it and opening the lid with a quiet creak. Inside lay old photos and trinkets that his father and mother had collected over their years together. He pulled a few items out before placing the pelt gently into the trunk, covering it back up with the aforementioned items.
He closed the lid, locking it. The wailing cries coming to an abrupt and sudden stop as he did so. He stayed there for a moment, the only sound to be heard being his heavy breathing and the waves crashing against the shore below. Slowly, he moved to stand, shoving the trunk back where he found it and hiding it away once more. No one would think to look in there. No one would know what he kept hidden. He tossed the key back into the top drawer, stepping out of the shack and back into the night.
The air was still around him, eerily so, and Bradley made his way quickly back to the house. His fingers were numb, whether it be from cold or nerves he wasn’t sure, but the tension didn’t ease as he closed the front door quietly behind him, his back pressed against it for a moment as he listened for any sound that the woman might have heard him. Hearing nothing, he toed his boots off, setting them by the door before making his way quietly towards his room, noting that no light shone under the woman’s door. He changed quickly for bed, crawling under the blankets as if they might shield him from the consequences of his actions that evening. He took a few calm, steadying breaths before closing his eyes.
Sleep did not come easy to him that night.
The first morning had been awkward, Bradley rising with the dawn to find the woman already sitting at the dining table, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of the nightgown. Her eyes darted up to meet his as he entered the room, stopping short at the sight of her.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, shock clear in his voice as they stared at one another. She blinked at him, saying nothing. She seemed perkier this morning, albeit still cautious as she watched him walk further into the room. Bradley grabbed the box of matches from the shelf, taking one out and striking it with a pop. The woman jumped at the sound, eyes flickering to the watch as he leaned down to light the stove, shaking the match out once he was done.
“What is that?” She asked, and Bradley turned to look at her in surprise.
“What is what?”
“The colors,” she supplied, nodding at the burnt match in his hand. She pointed towards the fireplace. “They were in the cave over there last night as well.”
Bradley’s gaze flickered over to where she pointed before landing back on her.
“It’s called fire,” he started slowly, a frown tugging on his lips. “I use it to cook things and keep the house warm.”
“Fire,” she repeated, testing the word out on her lips. “It hurts.”
“It can,” Bradley agreed, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “You shouldn’t touch it.”
She nodded solemnly, clasping her hands out in front of her. She watched as he began to prepare breakfast, turning on the toaster and slicing up the fish to cook in the pan.
“I like those.”
Bradley turned back around to find the woman sitting with most of her torso on top of the table, her legs stretched to accommodate her. Eyes shone with delight at the sight of the fish, and Bradley arched a brow at her.
“Yeah?” He hummed. She nodded enthusiastically, tongue darting out to lick at her lips.
“There’s lots of them,” she told him. “They swim in groups and they’re easy to catch. The fishermen catch them using nets.”
“They do,” Bradley nodded, laying a strip of the mackerel down in the pan. It began to sizzle, and he was struck with how hungry he truly was.
“What are you doing?”
He jumped, turning to look where the woman now stood, eyes wide as she watched the fish cook down. He stared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to the fish, flipping it over before it burned.
“I’m cooking,” he told her. The woman leaned forward, sniffing at the food before wrinkling her nose.
“It smells weird,” she muttered, and Bradley laughed.
“It smells fine,” he smiled, sliding the fish onto one of the plates on the counter. “You’ve just never had it cooked, I’ll bet.”
He ushered her back towards the table, setting the plate down at the spot she just occupied and handing her a fork. He turned back towards the stove, laying another slice of the fish down as the woman took a tentative bite. Chewing slowly, she perked up as the taste rushed over her, shoveling more into her mouth with a satisfied purr. Bradley soon joined her, chuckling as he watched her. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so light, the last time he laughed so freely.
“You should slow down,” he smirked, taking a bite from his own plate. “You don’t want to choke.”
She peered up at him, pausing in her feast as she considered his words. She cocked her head to the side in that curious way before taking a slower bite, looking up at him for approval. The two ate in silence for a few moments before Bradley cleared his throat, drawing her attention.
“My name is Bradley,” he said, glancing up at her as he swallowed a mouthful of fish.
“Bradley.”
“What should I call you?” He asked, and she frowned in confusion.
“What do you want to call me?” She asked him.
“Don’t you have a name?” He chuckled, disbelief coloring his voice. Surely even the fair folk had names to give. Her face drew tight in sorrow once more, and Bradley felt a twinge of pain in his chest at the sight. Her gaze slowly turned towards the window where the sea lay just out of sight.
“Only the water knows my name,” she told him, grip loosening on her fork as it clattered against the plate. “Only it can say it.”
Bradley watched her. Watched how her breathing grew ragged. Watched how her eyes glistened with unshed tears for a home she would not return to. Her lips trembled, and Bradley cleared his throat.
“I need to head into town,” he said. “Need to see a man about a job. Do you want to come with me?”
She turned to look at him, eyes still hazy from wherever she had let herself wander. She blinked once, twice.
“I suppose,” she whispered finally. Bradley nodded, clearing the plates from the table.
“You’ll need to change,” he told her. “You can’t go out wearing that.”
She looked down at her nightgown with a frown before looking back up at him.
“It’s, uh,” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not appropriate for others to see you dressed like that.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Just,” he blew out a breath, “please pick a different dress?”
She gave him a sour look before standing and disappearing down the hall. Bradley blew out a breath before moving to clean the kitchen area. The woman reappeared, wearing a simple, blue dress. Bradley nodded in approval before his eyes landed on her bare feet.
“Stay here,” he told her, walking down the hall to the far bedroom. He walked in, straight up to the wardrobe and began rummaging through until he found a pair of his mother’s old shoes. He reappeared in the kitchen, handing the woman the shoes with a shy smile.
“I don’t know how well they’ll fit,” he started, “but they should work until we get you some new ones.”
She eyed them distastefully, nose wrinkled in disgust.
“I don’t want them,” she said finally, moving to hand them back to Bradley. He shook his head.
“You need them. They’ll protect your feet, and people will expect you to wear them.”
She scowled, pushing them forward once more, but Bradley stopped her.
“Please, mo chroi,” he pleaded. “Just while we’re in town. You can take them off as soon as we’re home.”
Her gaze softened at the endearment, and reluctantly, she shoved her feet into them. He helped her lace them, calloused fingers making nimble work of them, and soon they were ready to go. He grabbed a thin jacket for himself while he made sure to hand her the heavy coat to combat the frigid air outside. The walk to town took about an hour, and the weather was sure to still be cold and damp as it often was during the time between spring and winter.
Bradley turned to her, a thin-lipped smile on his face as his hand rested on the door. He gave her a once over.
She looked like any other person upon first glance, but if you stared too long, something wild shone on her person that drew you in. Like it would suffocate you if you stared too long. He sucked in a breath, torn between keeping her in his sight and making her stay. If she came, the townsfolk would surely be able to guess that she was not a mere human girl, but if she stayed? If she stayed, she might find the one thing he hoped she never would.
“Alright,” he breathed. “Let’s go.”
Weeks had passed, and the two had developed a routine of sorts. Bradley had started work as the lighthouse keeper, walking every day down the path along the cliffs to clean and polish the light that guided ships to shore. When he finished, he began work on the nets for when he ventured out into the sea to catch fish. It was a steady source of food, and food was not something Bradley took lightly. Memories of what it felt like to go hungry when there was so little to go around, fueled his drive to ensure there was enough, always enough and plenty to spare. He showed mo chroi how to prepare and salt the fish they couldn’t eat, showing her how to store it for future meals.
She was a quick learner, performing the tasks diligently as the days passed, and soon she took over most of the household chores. The widow Callahan checked in on them from time to time, her wise eyes studying the new woman of the house every time she came by.
“Be careful, young man,” she’d always say, dark eyes narrowed up at him. “You may have tamed her now, but the fair folk were not meant for gilded cages. Don’t give her what you cannot spare.”
Bradley would assure her that he wouldn’t, but in truth, he had no idea what she was telling him. He was content with how things were, content to have a partner by his side to help with the work he had done by himself for years. He still caught her staring longingly out at the waters she once called home, but the longing looks grew farther and farther apart the longer she stayed with him, resigning herself to her new life on land.
He was mending a tear in one of the nets when she appeared beside him, silent as always. He was used to it now, no longer startling every time she appeared around him without a sound. He became attuned to her presence, sensing when she came and when she left.
She said nothing to him at first, content to watch him as he worked, and he was content to keep working. It wasn’t until she kneeled beside him, gentle hand placed on top of his arm that he stopped.
“What is it, mo chroi?” He asked, gazing up at her. The sun was sinking towards the horizon, casting a faint golden glow onto the summer evening. Bradley couldn’t help but to admire her beauty in the dimming light, eyes glittering and skin smooth as porcelain as they looked at him. She wore only a white chemise, something she was prone to do when it was just the two of them. She didn’t like the heavy, scratchy feel of the dresses, only wearing them when there was company or when the two ventured into town. Bradley complied with her whims, finding it hard to say no to her.
“Why do you not have a woman?”
The question caught him off guard, eyes widening as his jaw went slack.
“What?” He blinked, scrambling to make sense of her question. She hummed, pressing closer to him. Bradley found it hard to think with the feel of her soft, warm body so close to his, one hand tracing over the planes of his chest as she continued.
“The men in the village,” she pressed, eyes never wavering as they bore into his own, almost hypnotic in the way they captured him, “they all have a woman to keep them company, to hold them, to love them. But you do not.”
Bradley’s eyes darted back and forth between her own, words failing him. She lifted a leg, resting it in between his own as she straddled his thigh. The hand that rested on his arm trailed up to play with the curls at the base of his skull, her body flush with his now as his hands came up to rest on her thighs. The hem of her chemise rode up to reveal smooth thighs that had Bradley reeling with lust. She leaned forward, a purr on her lips as she trailed her nose along his jaw and up to his ear.
“Is it me?” She asked softly, hand splayed on his chest as her lips brushed along the shell of his ear. A shudder ran up along Bradley’s spine at the sensation, mind growing hazy and clouded with lust for the creature before him.
“Am I yours?” She breathed, meeting his eyes once more. The air between them was charged, and for a moment Bradley could think of nothing but the way she felt against him. The way her lips hovered over his.
He lunged forward, pulling her impossibly closer as their lips melded against one another. He was spellbound, captivated, obsessed. His hands tightened on her thighs, and she sighed against his mouth, spurring him on to nip at her bottom lip. She granted him entrance, gasping as he licked hungrily into her mouth, the sweet taste of her driving him mad as a hand slid up to press against her lower back.
She wasted no time lifting herself off of him long enough to free him from the confines of his trousers, small hands gripping his hardening length. He let out a pleasured groan, head tilting back as she stroked him slowly before positioning herself atop him. There was no buildup between them, Bradley gripping at her as she slowly eased herself down onto him. A keen left her lips as he stretched her, mind numbing pleasure coursing through his veins as her velvety walls fluttered around him.
Her eyes were closed tight as she rested on top of him, her hips flush against his as her hands rested on his chest for balance. Bradley had never seen a more beautiful sight. Slowly, she rolled her hips against his, breathing ragged as she built a rhythm. Bradley laid against the wood of the dock as he watched her take her pleasure from him, a hand running up her stomach to rest between her breasts. He could die a happy man right then and there.
Her pace grew faster as she approached her climax, whimpers and cries spilling past her lips as she rode him, and Bradley pushed himself into a sitting position, careful to not disturb her. A hand rested on her back as he nuzzled into the space between her breasts where his other hand had just been. The sleeve of her chemise fell off her shoulder, and Bradley lifted his face to nip and lick at the skin there. He could feel his own high approaching as she ground down on him, and his free hand rose up to wrap around her throat, squeezing gently. She froze, hips stopping as they locked eyes. The only sound to be heard between the two of them was their ragged breathing.
For a second, Bradley thought he had crossed the line, but she made no move to remove his hand. The two stared at one another for a long moment before one of her hands came up to rest atop his own, squeezing them lightly as she began to move her hips once more, slower this time, drawing out the inevitable. He groaned at the sensation, feeling his stomach tense as her eyes never left his, her gaze intense as she chased release. Her walls fluttered and tightened around him, and with a final cry, she came, her head thrown back and her hot, wet cunt milking his own orgasm out of him with a shout. His spend coated her walls, leaking out around him as he shuddered and fell back against the dock with eyes pinched closed. Her hips still moved against his, drawing out every ounce of pleasure she could, giving herself to him with every movement.
She was his now, he had marked her.
Her hips finally stilled against his, and he could feel her staring at him. Her fingers trailed up his chest, along his jaw, before finally stilling on his lips. Bradley peeled his eyes open slowly, and he would have sworn he had died and gone to heaven for if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was looking at an angel. The setting sun cast a halo around her head as her hair blew in the wind, hypnotic eyes boring into him as the golden glow of the evening enveloped her. His lover smiled down at him softly, fingertips stroking his lips before leaning down to press her own against them.
She didn’t look to the sea much anymore, her longing gazes turned to brief flickers as she went about her days. Still, there were nights when her eyes would glaze over as the sound of seals calling out in the night made their way up to the confines of the house. Bradley would watch as her lips trembled briefly, the look in her eyes growing farther away until suddenly she would snap back to the moment, offering him a loving smile as she continued her mending.
Her stomach began to swell in the autumn months, and Bradley often found himself reluctant to leave her side. He would place a hand on her stomach, eyes lighting up in delight every time he felt a kick to it. He’d rest his head on top of her, muttering sweet words and promises to the babe that grew within. She would rest her hand on his head, stroking his hair soothingly as the fire crackled in front of them.
They were happy.
There was one night, however, when Bradley came back from the village to find his wife no longer at home, and panic overtook him. He tore through the house, ripping open every door he could find until he was faced with a horrifying possibility. He ran outside to the old shack, nearly ripping the door off of its hinges in his haste to open it. His eyes scanned the dark interior, his lantern casting shadows across the walls as he sighed in relief at the realization that his secret was still hidden underneath tarps and old traps.
His brow furrowed as he stepped back out onto the open cliffs, the wind whipping around him as he scanned the dancing grass. His eyes stopped at the edge of the cliff, terror gripping him once more at the thought that his lover might have done the unthinkable. Had she tried to return to the depths from where she came? Her body would not survive the plunge, not without the skin that lay hidden in shadows. He trudged towards the edge of the cliffs, the wind biting his skin and seeping to his bones as his heart thundered in his ears. He peered down at the rocks below, stopping only when a song sounded on the wind.
Little sister, sister hu ru
My love, my sister hu ru
Can you not pity o hol ill eo
My grief tonight hu ru
The voice was beautiful and full of sorrow, cries carried on the wind and out to the sea. Bradley swung the lantern towards the rocky path that led up to the lighthouse, the moon casting ribbons of silver that silhouetted the tall structure.
I am a poor woman hu ru
Sad and miserable hu ru
I climbed up o hol ill eo
Ben Sgrìobain hu ru
Bradley moved quickly through the grass and up the path, the sound of the song growing louder with each step he took. The stone structure stood proud against the backdrop of the sea, the waves crashing against the rocks below, almost drowning out the song as he rounded the walkway, finding his wife standing on the edge of the cliff.
I didn’t find there hu ru
What I wanted hu ru
A girl o hol ill eo
With hair like a daisy hu ru
Tears streamed down her face as he watched her, her hair whipping in the wind as her hands cradled her heavily swollen belly. Her feet were bare, and she wore a thin chemise that did little to protect her from the gusts that enveloped her body. No sobs left her as she finished her song, only the look of someone who had been lost, lost and never found in a world that was not her own. Bradley sucked in a breath, lips pressing firmly together before he stomped towards her. He dropped the lantern at his feet, the flame within dying at the impact as he gripped her shoulders and whirled her around to face him. Her eyes grew wide as his rage flooded to the surface, nostrils flaring and fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.
“What were you thinking?” He hissed, shaking her with every accusation. “You scared me half to death! What are you doing out here dressed like this? It’s too cold for you to be out here with nothing to protect you. I thought you had-”
He gestured towards the cliffs, the words dying on his lips as he choked on a sob. The tears sprang to his eyes unexpectedly, rolling down his cheeks as his hands gripped onto her even tighter. If he held on tighter, she would never leave, would never return to the sea, would never leave him. He couldn’t bear the thought of being alone again, not when he had tasted a life that was shared.
She stared at him, eyes wide and searching as the wind danced around them. Her hand slowly reached up to cup his jaw, thumb smoothing over the stubble that grew there.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, voice almost lost on the wind. She leaned forward, and Bradley lurched back, eyes wide and scared as they watched her. The two stayed like that for a moment before she moved once more, hand holding his face in place as she brushed his nose with hers before pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Tears continued to stream down Bradley’s face as his eyes flickered closed, embracing her as different emotions swirled inside him.
“Never leave me,” he begged in a whisper against her, one hand dropping down to cup her stomach as he rested his forehead against hers. He opened his eyes to find her already looking at him, black water dancing in her gaze.
“Never, mo ghrá.”
Their son was born a month later, loud cries spilling into the night as Bradley waited outside with some of the older men from the village. His head perked up at the first wail, eyes shining with excitement as her screams were replaced by those of the infant. The widow Callahan opened the front door moments later, apron covered in blood as she wiped her hands on a rag.
“You have a son,” she announced with a small smile, and Bradley grinned so hard, he swore his face would split in two. The men around him clasped him on the back, cheers ringing out in the night as they opened up spirits brought with them for the occasion. Bradley was keen to see his wife and son, but one of the men shoved a mug into his hands.
“Have a drink first, lad,” he hollered with a laugh. “The misses and the wean will still be there after.”
Bradley downed the drink as quickly as he could, much to the amusement of the others. He shoved the cup into the hands of the man nearest to him, not waiting for it to be refilled as he made his way into the house. The widow Callahan was cleaning up her supplies along with her apprentice when Bradley entered the room. His wife lay propped up in the bed, a small smile on her face as she cooed at the small bundle in her arms. Her eyes flickered up to his for a moment before back down. He crossed the room, easing down gently beside her on the bed. The babe gurgled, eyes closed as he yawned, and Bradley felt his heart swell.
He reached a hand over to run a finger over his son’s hands, heart dancing in his chest when the babe gripped it, small hand so strong for someone who was only moments old.
“What should we call him?” Bradley asked, cuddling into her side, exhaustion seeping through her.
“I thought we might call him Ronan.”
Bradley paused. The meaning of the name was not lost on him, and his gaze flickered to her profile for a moment before nodding.
“Ronan,” he murmured, eyes turning back to his son, nodding. “Aye. I like it. Ronan it is then.”
The babe gurgled once more, and Bradley reached over to take him in his arms, cooing softly as the bundle fussed.
“We should let your mother rest,” He whispered to the baby, a small smile on his wife’s lips as she nestled into the inviting warmth of the bed, her eyes drooping as she fought to remain awake. “She’s had a long day, don’t you think? It’s not easy bringing someone into the world.”
He tore his eyes away from his son to gaze at her, adoration shining bright as he reached a hand to smooth the hair out of her face.
“We’ll be here when you wake up,” he promised, bouncing the baby lightly as he moved to stand, his eyes already fixated back on the bundle in his arms. Her eyes followed him as he walked towards the door, lips curled into a smile as she slipped further and further into oblivion.
Bradley offered her one last smile as she fell asleep, walking towards the main room and sitting down by the fireplace, the orange glow of the fire bathing the two in the warm light. The men outside still celebrated, and Bradley rolled his eyes, smiling down at his son.
“I wanted to talk to you, man to man,” he started, rocking the baby in his arms. “I can’t guarantee you an easy life, Ronan. In fact, it might be a hard one. What I can promise is that I’ll be by your side as only a father can be for his son.”
Ronan cooed, opening his eyes for the first time to look up at his father, and Bradley’s heart soared.
“You’re born from two worlds, you know,” Bradley continued, a small frown tugging on his lips as he considered what this would mean. “A living bridge between the seen and unseen, but what does that mean for you, I wonder.”
The fire popped as it consumed the wood, the crackling the only thing heard besides the faint sound of Ronan breathing. The men had left to continue their drinking in the village, and soon even the widow Callahan and her apprentice left, bidding him a good night as they did. Bradley said nothing to them in response, eyes trained on the baby in his arms even as the sun rose above the horizon.
Ronan grew quickly, much to Bradley’s surprise, and soon he was toddling around and talking, a smart lad whom Bradley found he never had to instruct more than once, eager to take on the responsibility of being the eldest. Two years after he was born, another bundle joined their home, a boy they named Rían who grew to fill the house with peels of laughter everywhere he went. His wife showed no more signs of longing for the sea, too enamored with her children to pay much mind to the sea which she once called home.
Three years after Rían was born, they welcomed Cillian into their fold, a quiet babe who grew into a curious and bright little boy. Bradley was happy with his life and even prouder of his family. He soon began teaching Ronan how to weave nets for fish and how to fix the traps they used to catch the migrating salmon, and it wasn’t long until Rían joined them. Cillian was too young, staying behind with his mother as the other three made their way out to sea to bring home food for the next day.
Their evenings were spent sitting by the fire, the boys playing with their toy soldiers as their mother worked on her mending, Bradley resting from a hard day’s work as he smoked a pipe, a habit he had picked up to help ease the tension he often felt these days as he grew older. It was on one such evening that Cillian pulled on the skirt of his mother’s dress, eyes so much like hers as they gazed up in curiosity.
“Ma,” he chirped, earning her attention. She smiled down at him, setting down her latest project to give him her full attention.
“What is it, mo mhuirnín?” She asked.
“The people in town say you’re not from here,” he continued, earning the attention of the two other boys and Bradley as well. “If you aren’t from here, then where do you come from?”
The silence was heavy in the room, not a soul moving as the words hung in the air. His mother’s eyes glazed over slowly as she thought about the home she left behind so many years ago. A look Bradley had not seen since before their first son was born made its way onto her face, and his heart began to thunder in his chest. Time seemed to stand still as she considered her words.
“Between the here, between the now. Between the day, between the night. Between the land, between the sea. Between the awake, between the asleep. Between the real, between the myths. That is where I am from,” she told him, a hand coming up to cup his chin gently. In that moment, Bradley remembered the wild that dwelled within his wife, the constant call from within to return back to the sea. He remembered that while he grew older, she remained forever the same, never changing. He remembered the fear that gripped him each night at the thought that she might leave, and rage filled him.
“Enough,” he snapped, drawing all four pairs of eyes to him. Bradley was a kind, easygoing man, not prone to anger, and the sight of him now shocked his children, fear flashing in their eyes at the look of anger that clung to his face.
“I won’t hear another word,” he hissed, grip tight on the pipe in hand. He gestured wildly at his children as they sat, paralyzed with fear. “To bed, all of you!”
They did not need to be told twice, scrambling to their feet as they hurried down the hall, the sounds of doors shutting behind them. Regret filled Bradley almost instantly, but it was not enough to quell the fear that still raged on inside of him. His eyes watched the hall before sliding over to look at his wife. Her head was bowed submissively, an impassive look on her face as she continued her mending, and Bradley settled back into his chair, an air of unease settling in around him.
It was a few weeks later when Bradley had taken the two older boys off that his world turned upside down.
Cillian was a curious boy, too curious for his own good, one might say. He loved to experience the world around him and oftentimes found himself in more trouble than he could handle. His father had warned him to stay away from the old shack that stood by the cliff, telling him that there were things in there that could hurt him if he wasn’t careful. Cillian heeded the warning, but grew more and more curious the longer it remained unexplored. It was for that reason he found himself opening the door, the creeks of the old hinges causing him to turn around to make sure he wasn’t heard. Confident that his actions still remained a secret, he crept into the dark shack, eyes wide as he took in the different trinkets strewn about.
It was nothing of import, mostly old tarps and broken traps his father had not seen fit to fix yet. An old desk sat against the far wall, and as Cillian crept farther and farther into the room, he noticed how more and more things lay stacked atop one another, as if trying to convince him to turn back. There was something that called out to him though, and the need to find what it was became stronger with each passing second. The pull pulsed around him, almost like a heartbeat as he inched closer and closer to the far side of the shack. It wasn’t until he came upon an old chest that the energy suddenly calmed, almost like it disappeared and Cillian reached out his little hands to try and pry the lid open. It did not budge, locked so that prying eyes would not find what was not theirs to seek.
Surely there must be a key? His eyes scanned the area around him, frowning when one couldn’t be found. His gaze landed upon the desk, and he stumbled over the items strewn about as he made a beeline for the lone piece of furniture. His hand reached up to drag the top drawer open, little legs stretching as far as they could to allow him to look inside. There were several keys that lay on the bottom of the drawer, but only one was carved ornately enough to match the old chest. Grinning at his prize, he seized it in his little fist, scrambling back over to the chest.
He let out a giggle as the key slipped easily into the lock, twisting it until a click could be heard. Looking behind him to make sure he was still alone, he lifted the lid of the trunk slowly. He vibrated with excitement at the thought of the treasures he might find, only to be met with the sight of trinkets tossed haphazardly inside. He reached a hand in to rummage through the piles of junk, frowning at the piles of nothing. He was about to close the lid once more when his fingers brushed against something soft, and his breath caught in his throat. He gave it a tug, but the object did not move. Huffing, he wrapped both hands around the object, grunting as he tugged it free from the confines of the trunk. He fell back with the force, landing against an old crate with a thud and a shout. He scowled at the crate, rubbing his backside before turning his attention to the prize at hand.
It was a seal pelt, the silver reminding him of the moonlight that danced through his window at night, the same beams that glittered atop the water of the sea. His hands ran over it, delighting in how soft it felt against his skin, and with a grin, he wrapped it up in his arms and ran out of the shack into the late afternoon sun.
His mother was hanging laundry out to dry, the sheets billowing in the wind as she pushed hair out of her face. Her stomach was swelling once more, just enough to be noticeable through her dress.
“Ma!” He cried out, running to her quick as his little feet could carry him. “Look what I found!”
She smiled down at him, gaze adoring before landing on the item in his hands. Her smile faded, the faraway look from that terrible night when his father had lost his temper returning to her face as she beheld the pelt in his hands.
Bradley and his sons walked up the path, smiling amongst each other as they hurried home, eager to be reunited with their mother and brother. Bradley’s eyes darted up the path, itching for a glimpse of his wife when his eyes landed on the scene unfurling before them. Her hands reached out to the pelt his youngest son held up to her, and his stomach dropped as he blanched.
“No!” He shouted, breaking out into a sprint up the path, but it was too late. Her fingers wrapped around the pelt, and something awakened inside of her, something long thought dead. A grin stretched across her face as she snatched the skin into her arms, letting out a delighted cry as she ran down the path, narrowly avoiding her husband’s arms and past her children. Bradley stopped short, turning on his heels to chase after her, legs pushing as hard as they could in a desperate attempt to catch her, hand reaching out to grab her. He was so close, fingers brushing the ends of her hair, but the call of her nature was stronger than any love he carried for her. She threw the pelt around her shoulders, a laugh leaving her as her feet touched the water, and with a leap into the air, the woman was once more a seal, landing in the water with a quiet plop. Bradley continued after her, feet pushing through the resistance of the sea as he clawed his way forward.
“Come back,” he cried, water up to his waist now. “Come back!”
It was no use, his wife was gone, stolen back by the sea, and tears streamed down his face as he scanned the surface for any sign of her. The water was oddly calm given how frantic he had become, and the despair inside him rose to a fever pitch, released in a guttural cry as he unleashed his anguish for the sea to hear.
“You promised!” He screamed, throat strained with the force of it. He let his face drop into his hands, clawing at the skin of his face as his eyes darted wildly all around like he was a man possessed. Sobs wracked through his body as the reality of what happened settled over him.
“Come back.”
Bradley was not the man he once was, and he would never be again. The house felt cold and empty with his wife gone, and he could not find it in him to do much of anything. Numbness filled his bones, the sorrow of losing that which he loved too much for his mind to bear. Most days were spent along the shore, desperate eyes searching for any sign of his wife before one of his children was able to coax him back to the house, usually well after the sun had disappeared below the horizon.
He didn’t eat much, sullen gaze turned down towards his plate, but never eating more than a mouthful or two of whatever was placed in front of him. His face grew gaunt as the weeks turned to months, dark circles growing under his eyes.
A house that was once filled with laughter now served as a tomb, the once happy memories enshrined within its four walls. The children no longer laughed, no longer played. The love of their mother was no longer there to keep them warm. Few words were uttered amongst each other, and no one was quite able to meet the eyes of another.
Utensils scraped against each other, not a word spoken as all eyes remained cast downward.
“I saw a seal today,” Rían whispered, jumping as the sound of metal dropped against a plate. Bradley’s eyes bored into his son, a haunted look on his face as he turned to him.
“What did you say?” He asked, leaning forward, tears gathering in his eyes. Rían stared at his father before casting a nervous glance to Ronan. Bradley pushed out of his chair, kneeling in front of his son as his hand gripped his shoulders painfully. Rían whimpered, trying to get out of his father’s grasp.
“Where did you see it?” Bradley rasped, voice croaking from under use. His nails dug into the boy’s skin, a pained cry spilling out of Rían’s lips. Ronan scrambled up out of his seat, hand wrapping around his father’s arms to try and pull him away from his brother.
“Tell me where you saw it!” Bradley shouted, shaking the boy roughly, eyes wild and unseeing.
“Da please!” Ronan hollered, pulling with all his might, and Bradley’s grip loosened, sending Rían flying back into his chair with a cry. Tears streamed down his face as he stared at his father, limbs trembling from fear. Bradley’s eyes focused, seeing his son for the first time in that moment.
“Rían,” he whispered, eyes darting around to look at the other two. Cillian sat on the opposite side of Rían, tears streaming down his own face as his bottom lip trembled in terror. Ronan stood behind him, face unreadable as stone as he watched his father.
“I’m,” Bradley breathed, stumbling to his feet as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t wait for a response, exiting the room in a hurry.
The next day had them returning to their new normal. Ronan took charge of the fishing, bringing home what he could, which was just enough to keep everyone fed. Rían had taken up the housework in the absence of their mother, Cillian helping where he could at his young age.
Bradley’s days were spent at the shore, watching and waiting for a love that would never return to him. His thoughts often turned to the happier memories, of days spent in her embrace, the feel of her lips against his, the way she smiled at him. He longed for it. Longed for the time when he didn’t feel so alone, so listless.
The children had changed in the months since their mother left as well.
Ronan had taken up the mantle of provider, taking what he could to the village to barter and trade, but few would do dealings with someone who was not wholly human, mistrustful eyes that had once been focused on his mother now turned to him with disdain.
Rían’s once bright laughter was now nothing but a memory, something thought about only in passing now as he worked his way through the chores that needed doing. He slowly forgot how it felt to smile.
Cillian, who had once been the most inquisitive of the bunch, now never strayed far from his brothers, never moving far from sight. He did only as he was told, and his brothers started to wonder if he ever used to talk at all.
Much like every other night, it was Ronan who bade his father to return to the house once the sun set, frost hanging in the air now that winter was upon them. Bradley allowed himself to be pulled back to their home, head hung low as he trudged up the path behind his son. He sat in his chair by the fire, hand stretched out to hold someone who was not there as he stared into the flames, eyes unseeing, and his children wondered if they would forever see the unseen.
One by one, the boys left for bed, Ronan being the last to bid his father a goodnight, a frown tugging on his lips before shaking his head and disappearing around the corner.
Bradley sat motionless as the minutes turned to hours, still as a statue as he continued to mourn.
A knock sounded at the door, and he shifted in his seat. Another knock had his head turning in that direction. Who would be calling at that time of night? Slowly, he rose from his chair, walking towards the front door. He grasped the handle, twisting it and pulling it open.
The night was dark, the moon, which normally cast light onto the path that led down to the beach, was hidden behind the clouds. Bradley stared into the night, unfeeling and unmoving. He moved to close the door when a song rang out, the voice so alarmingly familiar.
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Hò i hò i hì o hì
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Cha robh mi m' ònar a-raoir
'S mairg san tìr seo, 's mairg san tìr
'G ithe dhaoine 'n riochd a bhìdh
Nach fhaic sibh ceannard an t-sluaigh
Goil air teine gu cruaidh cruinn
His eyes alighted in recognition, tearing out of the house and onto the path as fast as his feet could carry him. The voice grew no closer as he ran, breaths coming out ragged as he gulped for air. The waves crashed against the shoreline as loud as thunder but never drowning out the voice he had longed to hear.
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Hò i hò i hì o hì
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Cha robh mi m' ònar a-raoir
'S mise nighean Aoidh mhic Eòghainn
Gum b' eòlach mi mu na sgeirean
Gur mairg a dhèanadh mo bhualadh
Bean uasal mi o thìr eile
He stopped, spinning wildly in search of her, crying out in frustration when he saw no one. A scream ripped its way through him, desperate and haggard as he continued to spin, only stopping when he caught sight of something on the dock. The same dock he and his lover had spent countless afternoons on, basking in the glow of each other and sharing stolen touches. He walked slowly towards it, boots crunching in the sand and then knocking against the wood as he came to the end of the dock. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he kneeled down beside the small bundle.
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Hò i hò i hì o hì
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Cha robh mi m' ònar a-raoir
Thig an smeòrach, thig an druid
Thig gach eun a dh'ionnsaigh nid
Thig am bradan thar a' chuain
Gu Là Luain cha ghluaisear mis'
His hands reached out, stopping when the bundle moved, a gurgle sounding. His heart skipped a beat, the cold seeping through him in the winter’s night. It was then that the clouds moved, allowing the moon to shed light down on where Bradley crouched.
It was often said that Cillian was the son that bore the largest resemblance to his mother, but gazing at the babe in front of him, Bradley knew that this was the child his wife carried before she left. His hands crossed the distance to pick her up, hands gentle as he cooed down at her. He was struck then by the discovery that she was wrapped in silvery grey fur, the same size as a seal pup.
The baby let out a tiny cry, and Bradley shushed her softly, rocking her gently. He and his wife had discussed different names before that fateful day, but only one stuck out to him as he gazed at the babe in his arms.
“Aisling,” he whispered reverently, holding her tighter to his chest as tears streamed down his face. Aisling let out another cry as Bradley moved to stand, never taking his eyes off of her.
“‘s alright now,” he cooed, turning back towards the house. “Your da is here now, mo stóirín.”
His fingers wrapped around the fur with a frown. The small bundle in his arms would never leave him, not like her mother had. He would see to it this time.
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Hò i hò i hì o hì
Hò i hò i hì o hò i
Cha robh mi m' ònar a-raoir
A/N: I kid y'all not, this fic has been on my mind for MONTHS ever since someone suggested it. Selkies have always been one of my favorite stories from Celtic legends, and I really hope I did this justice because it was such a pleasure to write and pour my heart and soul into. I highly recommend you check out the stories if you have time because a lot of the inspiration for this fic came from them!
Another quick note as I wrap up here, I wanted to touch on the meaning of the names I chose. Ronan actually translates to "seal" or "oath, promise." Rían (pronounced Ree-on) means "king" or "ocean" depending on the etymology. Cillian (pronounced kill-ian) means "war, strife." Finally, Aisling (pronounced Ash-ling) means "dream, vision."
The first song I actually looked up the English translation, but it's a song sung by a woman who was stolen by the fae, calling out for her sister to come and help her. I thought it would be interesting to see it used in the reverse. The second song is actually one said to be sung by the selkies themselves, very fitting for this fic, I think.
Thank you all so much for reading this one! As always, reblogs and comments are appreciated. You can also find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator. Until next time!
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sun glinting off the water’s surface, broken by a too-large tail. the roar of pouring rain upon the roiling sea. a haunting song that drifts in on the tide. the sun’s light blotted out by the churning clouds of a sudden storm. glowing eyes peering out through inky depths
this is the start of mermay.
hello all, you've stumbled across the teahouse server's mermay collab!!! the teahouse is a multifandom discord server run by myself and @sipsteainanxiety for authors, artists, and readers alike, and everything here was created in collaboration between the members ♥️ we're so excited to share our writing with you! under the cut is a collection of fics that'll come out over the course of may. many smaller unplanned works will be posted as well and added to the miscellaneous category below! happy mermay to everyone!!! hope you enjoy ♥️
𝚖 𝚒 𝚜 𝚌 𝚎 𝚕 𝚕 𝚊 𝚗 𝚎 𝚘 𝚞 𝚜 . . .
My Home Is The Sea (But You Are The Sun That Guides Me)
mermaid!thoma x reader by @auraxins
Harbor Rose
cove holden x mermaid!reader by @shibaraki
Warm, Soft
mermaid!bakugou katsuki x reader by @petrichorium
A Fish Out Of Water
mermaid!miya atsumu x reader by @shibaraki
Amphitrite
mermaid!uraraka ochako x reader by @shibaraki
Apotheosis
scaramouche x mermaid!reader by @auraxins
𝚙 𝚛 𝚘 𝚖 𝚙 𝚝 𝚌 𝚑 𝚊 𝚕 𝚕 𝚎 𝚗 𝚐 𝚎 𝚜 . . .
sharp teeth grazing deftly against soft skin with millions knives by @namodawrites
this is… food? for me? i can’t eat this and a cloud of blood billowing from a thrashing creature with choso by @shibaraki
If Tides Could Speak (They'd Call You Home) by @shibaraki {mature}
an unlikely hero comes in the form of a barbarian. your stolen pelt is returned by his hand—but for a selkie that is more than simple kindness. it is a proposal.
bakugou katsuki x reader
accidental marriage ✧ fantasy au ✧ falling in love
“here,” he thrusts the pelt into your arms. you scramble and clutch it to your front. something inside you shifts. “this is yours, right? we took it during the raid”.
you’re frozen to the spot, mouth gaping around words that won’t come. bakugo frowns, the party members behind him glancing at each other and shrugging when they find no answer to your silence.
“Well?” he demands, embarrassment staining his ears pink.
You wet your lips, breath shaken. “Bakugo. Do you understand the significance of what you just did?”
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Something in the Water by @andypantsx3 {mature}
as a future marine biologist, you’ve scored big on your final internship: a summer in the tropics, researching the waters off the coast of a lush, sunny island. but what you thought would be all beach days and piña coladas turns out to be the revelation of a lifetime when you haul in a handsome merprince, and discover not everything in these waters is quite as it seems.
todoroki shouto x reader
interspecies relationship ✧ mating rituals ✧ case fic
the merman’s gaze slowly trailed down your body and you fought back a strange wave of embarrassment. his fingers flexed on your ankle, those claws rasping sweetly, dangerously over the thin skin there. he pulled your leg out a little bit like he was inspecting it.
“how strange,” he murmured, his tone going soft.
you didn’t know what to think, just stared at him as his gaze roved over the bare skin of your thigh in your sea-soaked shorts.
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Blood in the Water by @petrichorium {explicit}
in which jade leech is hungry for something only you can give him and, because he's jade leech, has a roundabout way of asking for it.
jade leech x reader
period sex ✧ established relationship ✧ pwp
“i can smell it,” jade says hazily.
“wh—what?”
“it’s… maddening. all-consuming. it takes everything in me to remain civil when you’re dry but then you bathe and it becomes agony.” his eyes seem glazed over, a look that reminds you of his erratic other half and has you feeling a little like a butterfly pinned under glass—or maybe like you’ve been carefully placed in one of his beloved terrariums. his chest heaves with a long, slow inhale. clawed fingers grip harder at the flesh of your thighs and he moves closer, lifting your knee to rest atop his shoulder. when he speaks it’s a murmur, and you wonder if you’re meant to have heard at all. “blood in the water. all of my instincts searching for the prey, writhing and helpless, ripe for the taking.”
posting: to be determined
What the Water Gave Me by @shibaraki {mature}
when your sailboat is caught in a vicious storm you are saved by a whale sized mer that cannot keep his curiosity—nor his affections—at bay.
midoriya izuku x reader
courting behaviors ✧ modern fantasy ✧ macro/micro
it's a mer. it must be. mer sightings are incredibly rare— rare enough that tourists in your port town still call them myths. you’re in the palm of a legend. a giant one at that.
what you know to be the mer’s thumb passes over you cautiously. you flinch despite his obvious attempt at telegraphing the movement. to someone your size it still happens a little too fast. the sinew in your neck hurts, wrung with tension as the thumb stops an inch short of your crown. seconds elapse. there’s a light pressure, liquid streaming down your face, a back and forth motion, a low warbling.
the mer is petting you.
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My Life, My Lover, My Lady (Is the Sea) by @odieoats {explicit}
your underwater home becomes collateral damage in a war waged by the humans above you—and you aren’t going to let the loudmouthed pirate captain ever forget it.
bakugou katsuki x reader
enemies to lovers ✧ pirates ✧ language barriers
“you think i don’t like books?” bakugou leers, snatching the soggy tome from your hand. the pages stick to your fingertips for just a second as he pries the book away. “just ‘cause i ain’t a fuckin’ philosopher, doesn’t mean i’m a dumbass.”
posting: to be determined
Pharos by @auraxins {mature}
a sailor by nature, you’re called to the seas. when you end up stranded on an island with an ancient lighthouse, you expect the act of fixing it to bring you help—not to leave you stuck with the human vessel of an equally ancient sea god who is just as clueless on how to escape.
chuuya nakahara x reader
oceanic eldritch deity au ✧ mutual pining ✧ strangers to lovers
upon the beach stands a man.
unremarkable in stature, yet with an aura surrounding him that fills you with a strange sort of dread deep in the pit of your stomach.
“who are you?” you call. “what business have you here?”
“you don't know?” barks the man, incredulousness in his tone. “you summoned me here.”“i fixed the lighthouse,” you correct. “i did not summon anything.”
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Don't Touch the Glass by @shibaraki {mature}
merfolk are otherworldly creatures that fall victim to human greed all too often. your team happens upon an abandoned aquatic theatre housing a single converted shipping container full of water — inside it is an adult siren, left behind to die.
shinsou hitoshi x reader
recovery ✧ interspecies relationship ✧ strangers to lovers
you creep onto the platform and lean carefully against the railing, scanning the area. the surface is covered in dense scum. you barely make out a silhouette in the tank, suspended lifelessly. their body twitches as the metal creaks.
instinct puppets your limbs as you stumble back. a shout comes from the doorway. your eyes squeeze shut to the sudden splash of water, narrowly missing the clawed hand hooked in the treads. attached is a thin arm, gauzy fins protruding from the wrist upheld by chitinous spines.
a siren.
posting: to be determined
An Itch to Scratch by @coopigeoncoo {explicit}
kirishima eijiro is everything you never thought you’d find when you packed up and moved to a dilapidated fishing town. he was handsome, funny, and kind; the sort of man who took your breath away.
and that might actually be a bit of a problem.
kirishima eijirou x reader
medical issues ✧ interspecies relationship ✧ practical jokes
"good girl," eijiro praised, his hands like a vice on your hips as he pulled away from your mouth with a satisfied grin. you returned his smile with one of your own; the vibrant joy that had churned in your belly unfurled throughout your body, leaving you feeling breathless and lightheaded.
"eiji," you gasped, eyes widening in panic as your lungs seemed to seize in your chest. "i- can't breathe!"
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Hidden in the Sand by @smashboxgirl26 {mature}
seeing your face again wasn’t something he’d ever expected: though you don’t normally think about seeing your dead childhood friend as a mermaid.
bakugou katsuki x reader
pro hero au ✧ childhood friends ✧ angst
the face it bore was familiar: with rosy cheeks from the cold, the same eyes he’d known ever since he was a child, hair curled around her face as if it were the frame of a painting.
the resemblance was uncanny. he knew her.
it all hit him so suddenly: the late nights spent under the stars, running around the forest barefoot, sneaking in through the window at night, getting drenched from the hose; secrets, stories, lies — they all came back as easily as he’d repressed them all those years ago.
when she’d lost herself to the sea and left him forever.
posting: to be determined
Rises The Moon by @petrichorium {mature}
in which you find yourself torn between your dear friend, the village's strongest protector... and the very creature he's sworn to hunt, who is determined to take you as his mate.
kokushibo x reader (ft. gyoumei)
interspecies relationship ✧ courting rituals ✧ love triangle
The boat sways.
At first it doesn't faze you—like a large wave, nothing more. But then you’re rising up and the wood is dipping beneath your feet and your head snaps down to find a very large, very tripled set of bright orange eyes right in front of your face, and you’re falling.
The boat tilts entirely; you scramble for the edge of it, mindless, stupid panic gripping you with nothing in your brain except how utterly foolish it was to come out into the middle of the bay to search for an apex predator in a boat barely half its size. The water is so icy that you gasp and inhale on contact, as it surges over your head and you’re plunged into cold, endless black. Those claws find your waist and you know two things with grave certainty: it’s only been playing with its food, and you’re going to be dragged under and torn apart.
posting: to be determined
In the Eyes of the Tide by @namodawrites {teen}
hoping for a quieter life, you uproot your life in the city in favor of a quaint, coastal town. but as the seasons flip, you discover there's more to it—and your new friend, oogami banri—than meets the eye.
oogami banri x reader
secret identity ✧ au ✧ friends to lovers
“oogami-san?” you resist the urge to press your ear against the door. “are you alright in there?”
his tone comes back, muffled but cheery. “no problem! don’t worry about me—those shrimp are probably ready to take out of the water by now. would you mind putting them in the ice bath for me?”
there’s a feeling in the back of your mind, coaxing you, tempting your hand to reach for the door. but you’d rather jump into the ocean on a stormy day than barge in banri in his own bathroom, and you take a deliberate step back, staring at the blank canvas of the door.
“yeah,” you say, sounding unsure even to your own ears, “yeah, i can do that.”
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High Tide (Came and Brought You In) by @pikatsum {teen}
you’d originally rescued the injured merman out of kindness, and perhaps a healthy undercurrent of fear of what others in your town might do to the creature.
the last thing you ever expected after returning him to the sea, was for him to want to stay.
todoroki shouto x reader
courting ✧ slight angst ✧ strangers to lovers
you‘d heard of hysterical strength before, but you’d never truly acknowledged the sensation until the soaked, dripping netting was held high above your head. but very quickly, you couldn’t process anything outside of the form that waited underneath.
a pair of bright dichromatic eyes blinked at you through the gloom. it would be almost ethereal, if their owner wasn’t literally heaving for breath, both arms stuck akimbo in the holes of the netting. evidently, he and you had had the same idea. you gave voice to the only thought that actually did make sense in this situation.
“…what the hell…?”
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Melancholic by @stellamancer {mature}
you were excited to return home for the summer, but all that excitement is quickly thrown out the window and you nearly resign yourself to a quiet and lonely summer.
the insufferable merman you rescued, however, has other plans.
gojo satoru x reader
roommates ✧ belligerent sexual tension ✧ interspecies friendship
he tilts his head, attempting to look innocent. and maybe his big eyes and wet, barely puckered lips would have convinced you a few hours ago, but now that you’re older and wiser you know that it’s all just an act. "oh, but—"
"unfortunately," you interject, raising your voice slightly in an attempt to establish dominance over the conversation at hand, "i'm rather uneducated when it comes to merfolk food culture."
the merman smiles at you with flirtatious ease, “i’m happy to teach you. i’m quite the teacher, you know.”
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#bnha x reader#my hero academia x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#idolish7 x reader#i7 x reader#kny x reader#demon slayer x reader#that one beach episode#<- event tag courtesy of my beloved monty 🥺#rec.🌧
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“My Little Treasure”
Pairing - Pirate!Eclipse X SeaMonster!Reader
Word Count - 356
Oneshot is based off an AU by the lovely @bones-of-a-rabbit, who made the below art. I’m absolutely obsessed with their AUs, check them out.
PS: The Little Mermaid gets referenced in this story, I’m referring to the original story by Hans Christian Andersen since it fits the story better and also because I didn’t know how to have them watch a Disney animated movie on a Pirate Ship because I’m a fraud.
Enjoy and please send some oneshot requests so I have content to steal create :D
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Art from this post : https://www.tumblr.com/bones-of-a-rabbit/708610101895987200/being-regularly-but-unexpectedly-doused-with-sea
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“Clipse?”
“Yes, my little treasure?”
Eclipse puts down the dust-coated map he had been studying, carefully placing it on a wooden table decorated with various stolen goods and weapons.
“Can ask you a question?”
Eclipse walks over carefully, draping himself over the large armchair his darling was seated at.
“Anything, my sea star.”
“Would you love me more if I was still a Selkie?”
Eclipse froze slightly from the sudden question, he knew that his beloved was very conscious of their monstrous appearance but this was still quite out of the blue. He gently picked them off the armchair, sliding himself onto the chair with them on his lap.
“Now where would you get such a silly idea, treasure?”
“This.”
His love pointed towards a page on the book they had been reading, the Little Mermaid, as Eclipse had suggested to them earlier. Eclipse gently plucked the book out of their hands, examining the page. The page was torn and was a horrid shade of yellow, but the text was still legible.
“Mermaid is so beautiful, yet Prince does not marry her. If I am a monster, how do you like me?”
Eclipse's heart ached at the thought, bringing his precious closer to him. He put the book aside on a nearby table, holding them close.
“My treasure, I love you no matter what. I’m not like some snobbish prince, who just chooses the prettiest one. I love you for who you are.”
His beloved chuckled at the playful insult towards the prince, sending butterflies into Eclipse’s stomach. God, what he would do to see them happy. He caressed their cheek, bringing them in for a kiss.
“You’re beautiful, love.”
His darling smiled happily, leaning into his embrace. Eclipse chuckles, wrapping his arms around them as the room turned so silent, the only noise was the tides of the sea and squabbling crew members above on the deck.
“There’s still some time before we reach McDonough Island for our next plunder, you want to lie in bed with me? I can’t imagine this old chair being too comfortable.”
You’d like that.
You’d like that very much.
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*checks the time* IT'S STILL MAY HERE IT'S FINE--
WHEEEE someone said selkies and my mind immediately went to this wonderful au by @starswimmingart : The Selkie Search!!!! I HAVE the fic in my bookmarks I just gotta READ it--- PBBPPB-- tho the little one shot from the "can you talk?" prompt is rly nice 0w0 highly recommend. Stubborn Reader my beloved -w-
#the selkie search#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#sundrop#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DOING THINGS--- sry#cray kay art
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the birthday boy!
john wick x reader fanfic
It's his birthday! ---
(third person pov)
John was a very recluse man, he never shared much information about his personal life let alone sharing his birthday with people. But when the two of you started dating you brought up how you loved autumn and with that small topic of conversation John mentioned his birthday was in the fall! Months passed and his birthday was coming up. John subconsciously hoped that you wouldn't forget his birthday... With all the abandonment and trauma he has gone through he really wished for some type of remembrance from you about him, maybe a present or a card....
You had a lot in mind for his "party" and you had only a week to plan everything for him. John was shy so you thought to keep it a small get-together with a few other of his guy friends and some of your friends to visit. You quickly ran to the bakery the next morning to receive an adorable cake and some special brownies just for John! You then would keep the treats hidden in the kitchen where he would never find them! He went above and beyond to ensure your happiness and made you feel cherished and deeply cared for, prompting you to wish that John could experience the same level of love and appreciation.
The following morning, just two days before the special event, John seemed unusually reserved. He cast furtive, nervous glances while going about his routine tasks, whether it was filling up the dog's food bowl or discussing plans for the upcoming week. You couldn't help but feel completely clueless about what was going on in his mind. That night, as you snuggled up close to him, you couldn't contain a secret smile as you contemplated the elaborate plans you had in store.
( now in first pov )
The day of the event. I woke up early, finding John still in peaceful slumber. I swiftly collected my last-minute packages from the front doorstep and carefully placed them into adorable gift bags.
I donned a playful selkie-themed outfit and hurried to the supermarket to pick up some balloons, all part of my plan to surprise the birthday celebrant, with a mischievous grin on my face.
Around 1 hour later, John had awakened and showered. Luckily I had already gotten dressed and did my makeup. I remained downstairs, meticulously arranging the balloons and birthday cake with the intention of creating a cozy morning for just the two of us. As I sat at our kitchen island, my anticipation grew, creating a sense of nervous excitement. After what felt like an eternity, about two minutes passed before I finally heard the familiar sound of his footsteps descending the stairs. Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed up to him, our beloved dog accompanying me, and joyfully exclaimed, "Happy Birthday, my dear little muffin!" The astonishment on his face was priceless.
Later in the day, we gathered for a mini celebration, joined by a select group of his friends and mine. We enjoyed a delightful spread of cake, engaged in some entertaining board games, and even indulged in some spirited karaoke. John's bashful demeanor revealed his genuine surprise and the fact that he had absolutely no inkling that this entire celebration had been meticulously planned just for him.
-- the end :3 I hope this is enjoyed lolz
#john wick au#john wick x reader#john wick x y/n#john wick imagine#keanu reeves#john wick fanfic#john wick headcanons#john wick#fanfic#cute
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Hello my beautiful my most beloved adora the y/n fic was beautiful and perfect and everything I could ever desire in a x reader fic I would read 1000 parts of y/n being forgotten in a random field by one of the academy boys (also I imagine bez and cele will end up together even in the y/n universe. They are in my heart)
Cate my beloved, I am already writing a second part. This is Y/N (at the suggestion of anon) if trying to flirt with Bez at a party to get revenge but will be ignored as he is too busy partying with Mig & Pecco ala that one video.
THEN I AM FOCUSING ON THE SELKIE FIC.
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not my usual mo, but bear with me, i have soldier lilia brainrot and there’s not enough equal ground between lilia x readers or immortal fae happiness for the old man. forgot this was originally an ask, but if anyone else wants to do a hot take go ahead.
imagine:
enemies to resentful allies to mutual respect to friends that snark at each other to “oh shit, someone hurt you, only i can do that, i will now burn the world for what they did” to lovers with lilia vanrouge.
selkie!not-yet-his-s/o is a commander of some sort for the enemy army, the two frequently clashed during battles and despised each other. after the war is over and the kingdoms make peace, the two constantly have verbal fights during ceremonies together.
sometime down the line, another kingdom comes along, challenges the now allied kingdoms, both are sent out as commanders due to their skills and realize the other actually has a lot of skill in planning? and cares about their troops? and regularly throws themselves into the front line to protect their soldiers? and, huh, they never realized how stunning the other was when taking charge.
and as the war drags on, they begin turning into something like friends. and they see each other at their worst and continue to snark each other, but make sure they are cared for. and then the late night chats begin where they spill secrets and maybe something is happening? who knows, theres a war, we can sort it out later.
and then somehow, the enemy takes down lilia and s/o, captures them and puts them in iron cages. lilia barely has enough strength to get himself out, but not s/o. in desperation to get him to save himself, s/o gives lilia their pelt, as a promise that the fae will find and save them, and an unspoken confession, should they never see each other again. (whether lilia knows that selkies giving their pelts to someone = unequivocally giving their heart to them is up to you to imagine)
lilia becomes desperate to get them back, and works round the clock to find them, destroying enemy fortresses and bases, all while wearing their pelt. and after months of searching, he finds them, half dead from being tortured for months, broken and scarred, maybe missing an eye, maybe a leg, maybe an arm, laying chained up in an iron cage. but there is no force in the world that can stop him now, as he breaks the cage and whisks his s/o away as the base below them crumbles. s/o only smiles and then passes out in his arms.
lilia ends up staying beside then the whole time they are in recovery, the war ends, and when they finally wake up, there is a nonverbal confession, as lilia passes back the selkie pelt (a sign of trust that their beloved stay with them of their own free will).
they can kiss, if you want.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland imagine#twst imagines#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#twisted wonderland lilia#lilia vanrouge x gn!reader#twisted wonderland x gn!reader
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Monster!Narancia, Ghiaccio, and Josuke x F!Monster!Reader Who Cries Easily
TW: mentions of brains and limbs falling off in Josukes section!!!
Cute animals? Cry. Sweet gift from s/o? Cry. Amazing day with your partner? Cry. Bestie are you okay-
This is so long for what -_- anyways enjoy!!!
Living Doll!Narancia x Selkie!Reader
You met one another when Narancia presented you with your pelt, offering a shy apology. He should’ve known better than to pick up some random “fabric”
Honestly he hadn’t known it was a selkie pelt he’d picked up until you came frantically looking for it-
He was very surprised when you bust into tears and thanked him- though he did try to awkwardly comfort you, only causing you to cry harder..
Thankfully he knew a little about what happens to female selkies when men find their pelts so he’s glad he found it first! He really didn’t want such a pretty lady to have her pelt found by some jackass.
Once he got you to calm down he offered to take you out for lunch! He knows a great place that’s calm and has good food!
He doesn’t exactly eat due to his living doll status, but he doesn’t mind rambling while you eat! As you come to know one another you find you enjoy each other’s company and many of the same things!
After a lot of time hanging out and bonding Narancia learns that crying just comes easily to you! He still instinctually goes to comfort you but it’s less frantic!
Sometimes he’ll show you something cute just to see if it’ll make you cry. Cute frog stuffed animal? Tears- Baby horse? Sobbing-
He’ll tease you for your little quirk but if anyone tries to he’s ready to defend you! Fugo and Mista learned that the hard way 😅😅
“That’s my girlfriend asshole don’t you ever make fun of her!”
Naiad!Ghiaccio x Dog Hybrid!Reader
Honestly when you first stumbled upon Ghiaccio’s secluded pond.. it has been loud to say the least.
Nothing’s more terrifying than a angry territorial naiad- you barely had time to dodge an ice spike he hurled at you!
But you couldn’t help but be drawn to the spot, so you began leaving offerings on the edge of the pond! Various baked goods, fresh jams, perfectly ripe fruits, etc. honestly offerings fit for a deity-
When he saw you crying over a flower you’d trampled he was loud and confused. How could you waste tears on a flower of all things??
In all honesty he made the tears worse- but how was he supposed to know? Maybe he should interact with people more-
When you cried over a deer you saw limping in the forest he was confused, why would you cry over something natural? Life and death are natural why shed tears???
You both got to bond over many topics as time went on and became very close! Maybe a little too close~ ;)
When he asked you to become his girlfriend he was very glad you didn’t start crying. His mistake when he presented you with a beautiful gem.. then came the flooding.
Honestly he’ll always wipe away your tears and give you ear scratches to get your tears to stop. Who are you to refuse such a kind gesture? What a sweet boyfriend~
He’s grateful that you have such a sweet soul and see tears as a way to express a great range of emotions!
If anyone tries to mess with you they’ll find themselves on the end of some nasty ice spikes..
He can handle rude ass comments aimed at him but as soon as they target you they’re goners-
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND YOU CRETIN”
Mermaid!Josuke x Zombie!Reader
You and Josuke first met at a secluded beach! He accidentally showed himself to you while being a bit lazy about checking for humans-
Honestly when Josuke first met you he thought you were a human with a looot of scars/stitches.
So imagine his surprise when your hand fell off in front of him, shocking to say the least-
He was in full banshee mode while you calmly reattached your fallen limb- what a wonderfully terrifying experience for the merman..
He finds it really confusing how you’ll sob over anything cute he brings, but don’t shed a tear over a limb that’s fallen off. It’s a very interesting difference in the two things!
He didn’t grow up with any women besides his mother in his pod so maybe it’s just a human woman thing?
He loves bringing you abandoned shells and shiny rocks for you to add to your collection! Sometimes he’ll even get you a pretty treasure from a sunken ship! Or stolen from a human ;)
When he asked you out he was surprised how dry eyed you were. Though was completely taken aback though when you started bawling as he presented you with a flower-
He doesn’t understand what exactly makes you cry but he knows it’s usually a good thing! You’re quirky and he loves you for it💗!
He’ll also give you any fish/seal brains leftover from a hunt! You’ll never go hungry while Josukes around!
He and his pod make sure to keep you well fed and protected! His mother is very proud hes brought home such a wonderful girlfriend~
You return the favor of course by scaring off anyone who dare wander near your beloveds beach ❤️~
“Scram unless you’d like to be my lunch human, this cove is protected incase you’ve forgotten.”
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Could we please get sniper, engi and demo's reaction to finding out their crush is actually merasmus' apprentice and can do magic?
Sniper, Engineer and Demoman Finding Out their Crush is a Witch
[GN!Reader]
[Warnings: Like, none?]
[AN: This is perhaps my most favored and beloved ask yet.]
Sniper
He wonders where you're sneaking out and well, to say he's worried about you is an understatement. He's perceptive, but that doesn't stop him from missing things every now and then. Eventually, he just kinda asks you about it? "So, wombat, what're you up to?" and it's not accusatory, he's just genuinely curious what you're up to. You're like his best friend, should be able to tell him anything. So, you tell him right off the bat "Merasmus wanted to pass down his magickal knowledge to someone else - I'm that someone else!"
Mundy is like what?? That's possible?? Of course, you show him some of your study. Your grimoire is filled with knowledge of herbs, colors, the weather, deities (if you wish to work with any), but you're mostly focused on chaos magick. Mundy is absolutely enamored with how much work you've put into your craft. Merasmus, in his point of view prior to, was never really that important? Like, he knew that there were powers outside of his realm of knowledge but actually seeing this kind of stuff makes him spin for a moment or so.
He probably asks a lot more questions on spell jars, just little things because he's interested in your work. Merasmus finds it kinda sweet, and then promptly asks if you want to cast a love spell - for "practice" reasons. Sure.
Engineer
SO, I firmly believe that Dell is a Christian part of a denomination that's weirdly progressive for the time period it exists in. Dell also doesn't strike me as a discriminatory man. He's very "well as long as everyone pulls their weight I do not care at all go team". He's a southern gentleman through and through, and embodies hospitality. With that said, he is a little worried about you hanging around Merasmus? It's not because he doesn't trust you, he doesn't trust Merasmus. Eventually, you get a little tired of his polite prodding and tell him point blank that you're a witch in training, and that Merasmus is mentoring you.
Dell is taken aback, just a bit. He's seen Merasmus' powers but like, heck that's transferrable? He doesn't know much about other religions and paths, just accepts them as long as they don't bring harm to anyone else. Imagine how pleasantly surprised he is when he finds out your main path is kitchen and green witchery! The earth is where you draw your power. Dell falls in love with you a little bit more finding this out.
Dell sometimes gets you little things. "Hey there honey bee, thought this might help. Is it uh, a good moon phase out now?" Sweet stuff. Helps you garden, learn more about the natural world, and ends up being better friends with Merasmus too. Merasmus is about to cast a love spell for the two of you stop pining you adorable idiots.
Demoman
Deeply, deeply spiritual man. He believes in the selkies, the fae, kelpies and what not. And he has history with Merasmus from what I can remember?? It's been a while have mercy on me. Tavish kinda figures it out himself? Like, he forgets a lot of things thanks to the surgery that uh, Ludwig did but he always remember the little things, down to the minute details, about you. And he knows you're involved with Merasmus. Feels it in his bones. He is, by nature, a very superstitious man. Does little things when you leave to wish you well, and lmfao you assume it's just because he's being friendly. No! He adores you!! But, the pining-. You end up just kinda,,, talking to Tavish about it? Like, it' a very natural conversation and he smiles like "ofc I knew that"
He loves that your primary areas of study are connected to nature, and different types of divination. He's never been very good at divination, as his higher self often isn't,,, he's not paying enough attention but he has the potential. A way he actually gets closer to you is by asking for you to practice your tarot spreads on him! Palmistry, all that cute stuff. He just falls more and more in love with you by the second. I feel the two of you actually spend a lot of time telling mythological stories to one another. It's very sweet. He's always asking about your practice, using it as an excuse to be close to you. He just - he thinks you're gorgeous.
This time it's him who wants you to cast the spell. "I just want t'see what'll happen!!" Like, Tavish you sly dog we know. Heart eyes <3
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Selkie x F! Reader (Linn) Part 1
Sorry for not posting earlier guys! I've been very busy with online classes.
Warnings: mentions of drowning. Pics are not mine, all credits go to the owner!
M! Selkie X F! Reader
Living on an island your whole life has its perks. From the fresh scent of the salty ocean air to the calming sounds of the waves crashing lazily, it never failed to wake you up with a serenity that could be found nowhere else. You had lived alone with your Toller pup for the past couple years, in the house that your grandparents had left for you. You grew up with them, as your parents always had to move from town to town due to their profession. They were both marine biologists and had taken up a job at a top secret research facility when you were 12, so they decided to let you stay with your beloved grandparents. However, on a stormy day a couple years ago, when you were 19, both your grandparents got caught in a storm while they were out fishing, and they never came back. During the funeral, you had found out that in their will, they had stated that you should get the house, in the event of something tragically happening to them.
And that’s how you got the house three years ago. When it became too lonely, you decided to adopt a Toller puppy for company, and you had named him Sam, which was your grandpa’s nickname. He provided good company and unconditional love, which is important in every home. The house had its own dock leading to the beach, so every morning, after your walk, you’d put Sam’s retriever genes to good use and play fetch with him, fetching the ball from the ocean was one of his favorite past times. Whenever you brought him to the beach, you sometimes feared he was going to be the reason why someone almost drowned. To date, you were grateful nothing like that had ever happened, but you sometimes couldn’t brush off that fear. You were a writer, and sometimes, you couldn’t control how far your imagination went, and sometimes, the words you put on paper would be some of your worst fears, if they were to come alive.
As the days go by, and the weather gets chilly, you would often take Sam on a walk to the nearby cove, usually in the warmer months it would be filled with children playing by the beach and in the waters, but as the weather got cooler, it was mostly couples going on romantic walks, or some who preferred the solitude, just came to enjoy the sunset. On this particular day, there weren’t many people by the cove, just a couple strangers. It was around 6:15 when you threw the ball the last time, and waited for Sam to retrieve it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, fully inhaling the chill autumn air, when you heard a whelp coming from the water. Opening your eyes, you saw Sam caught on a wave, and struggling to get back to you. In a panicked state, you took off into the water, not worrying about the growing current, but more worried about your faithful companion, struggling in grasps of strong waves, at least for a dog his size. As you grab him by his collar, attempting to pull him out, another wave comes crashing into the two of you, causing you to go under. Trying to call for help, and failing, as the water fills your lungs, you stop struggling, knowing it might make your situation worse, however, Sam starts barking, with his head barely above the water.
Suddenly, you could feel yourself being pulled out of the water, and being held against a broad chest by strong arms. Once you reached the water, you looked at your savior, beautiful greenish-blue grey eyes met yours, and you saw a cute familiar face looking back at you. It was Linn, the barista in the cute local café. You had to admit, you’ve always had a crush on him, but from afar. You didn’t know anything about him, except that people claimed that his family had lived on the island for years, centuries even.
He had shaggy brown hair, and small freckles were scattered along his face. With his help, you got up from the ground and called out to Sam. “Are you alright? I saw you getting pulled under and saw your dog barking. Do you want me to call someone?” he asked , in a boyishly deep smooth voice. Gaping like a goldfish out of the water, it took you a few seconds to process what was said. Coughing, you rasped out “ Yes… I’m fine, thank you! My dog , Sam, got caught in the waves, and I tried to get him out.” you started babbling like a lost child. “ Can I call someone to come get you?” He asked again, a hint of concern in his eyes. “ oh, no… no it’s okay, I live alone, well with Sam. There’s no one to call.” you said, trying not to act like a 15 year old who just couldn't help but be nervous around her crush. “I’ll be fine, really, I just need to walk home and dry out. Thanks again for helping!” you exclaimed. Calling Sam to you, the both of you started to walk home. “ Hey! Wait!” you heard Linn calling from behind, “ I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay. It’s getting dark anyway. I’ll see to it that you both get home safe,”. Before you could say anything, you felt him putting his jacket over you, helping with the chill. You didn’t realize you were freezing until he wrapped his jacket around you.
When the three of you reached your home, Sam was happy to be back in the warm embrace of his bed. Standing by the door “ Would you like to come in? Maybe a cup of coffee… or tea or anything else, if you prefer?” quickly giving him the option of whatever he preferred, to make sure you didn't seem ignorant. Sure, he worked as a barista in the local café, but that doesn't mean he loved coffee, right? “ Um, sure! Anything will do,” he said, as he followed you in. Looking around, you kicked yourself in your head, not keeping up to the schedule you set yourself for cleaning up around the cottage. Sure, it was decent, but paper everywhere? A heaping amount of mugs were strewn around your coffee table, as you sat there working on your next work.
Quickly picking them up and moving them to the sink, you filled up the kettle and turned it on to boil. “ There’s tea and coffee in the cabinet above the kettle, feel free to help yourself. I’ll go get dried up,” the words left you, as if you were telling them to an old friend, hoping to not make a fool of yourself anymore, you gave him a sheepish smile and made your way upstairs to your bedroom.
(Linn pov)
I made my way to the cabinet, looking through the various tea blends. Something which would help with the cold temperature would be nice. There in the right corner of the cabinet, was a box of peppermint tea. It would definitely help make her feel better, since she was soaked to the bone. I can’t help but feel a sense of concern for her. This beautiful strong woman that I always encounter in the café I worked in, and possibly have a crush on, I can’t believe I never spoke to her. I’ve always seen her writing in the corner of the café, in her spot, as my coworkers and I have labeled it. She always seems so sure of herself, and always seems ready for anything, but today, out in the water when I saw her struggling, something came over me. I had to save her, felt a sense of protectiveness for her, hence why I offered to walk her home. Taking two bigger than average mugs from the cabinet, I filled them up with the boiling water, after placing a tea bag in each and placing them on the coffee table before the couch. Her dog was in front of the heater, longing for some warmth and hoping to dry off. I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs.
As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Sam laying before the heater, trying to get warm. Making my way to the tiny laundry room, I picked up Sam’s towel. Making my way to him, from the corner of my eye I saw Linn, sitting on the couch, two steaming mugs of what seemed to be one of my teas in front of him.
“ I made some peppermint tea, it helps with colds, we don’t want you to catch one now do we?” grinned Linn.
Thanking him, and taking the mug he held one, I sat next to him on the couch. Keeping some distance between us, I asked him if he wanted to use the bathroom to clean up.
“ If you have any spare clothing that might fit, I’d like that! It’s okay if you don’t though!” he nervously exclaimed. “ I do have some spare clothing that belonged to my grandpa, they should fit. Gimme a sec! I’ll go grab ‘em, and a towel too!” I exclaimed, leaving the cozy embrace of the couch.
Making my way to my room, where I kept a spare drawer full of my grandparent’s clothes, I dug out a jumper and a pair of pajama pants which belonged to my grandpa.
When I went down, I saw Linn drying Sam with the towel that I had left by his dog bed, and Sam being the belly rub loving dog he is, happily accepted Linn drying him with the towel, belly rubs being a necessity. Letting out a chuckle at the scene before my eyes, I held out the spare clothes and a fresh towel to Linn.
“ There’s a bathroom two doors left from the stairs upstairs,” I exclaimed, reaching for the doggy towel he left by the couch and chucking it in the laundry room. “Thank you,” he exclaimed, leaving to go to the bathroom.
Once Sam was dry enough, I picked up my mug of tea, making myself comfortable on the couch. Looking out the living room window, rain droplets trickling down the class, I sip on my tea, waiting for my guest to arrive from the bathroom. A couple minutes passed, looking up when I heard soft footsteps heading towards me, I offered Linn a smile and patted down the space next to me on the couch. “ Here, you can leave once the storm stops,” I handed him the mug.
We both sat beside each other, talking about what we remember about my grandparents and how we never spoke to each other when we were younger. Sam sitting at our feet. The dying fire casted a warm allure on his face, illuminating the soft scattered freckles. Hours passed as we enjoyed each other's company over another mug of tea, laughing at all the brief mutual moments that were shared between us. He mentioned that he would always get excited to see me whenever I visited my grandparents by the docks. I didn’t want to admit it, but I always loved to catch a few glimpses of him, whenever he wasn't looking as well.
I laughed at his words, tired but somehow feeling rejuvenated. It had been a long time since I last laughed with someone. It felt good to let go.
His expression of awe paused me mid laughter. He was gazing into my eyes, as I his. For a brief moment, his gaze averted to my lips. Moving his gaze up to my eyes, as soft as a whisper “ May I kiss you?” he asked, a foreign emotion lingered behind his now soft eyes.
Giving him a gentle nod, I felt him place his hand at the nape of my neck. Inhaling a deep breath, his scent which reminded me of the sea with a hint of musky peppermint enveloped my senses.
Linn leaned in, gently bringing my face towards his. He closed his eyes, and for a brief few seconds I admired him until mine shut involuntarily as I felt his lips on mine. After a few seconds, he pulled away, still gazing into my eyes, “ I’ve been wanting to do that for quite a while now,” he said, with a sheepish grin, before kissing me again.
He deepened the kiss a little, giving my bottom lip a light lick before pulling away. “ I regretted not telling you how I felt about you earlier… I did ask permission from your grandpa before he passed. The last thing he said to me was, he’d be happy if you chose me,” he paused for a second, a hint of sadness and regret casting a shadow on his blue eyes. “ I… I need to tell you something. I might … might not be who you expect. And I understand if I’m not who you want,” he stammered. Grunting, “ The rain’s about to stop. I should probably get going,” he said as he started to get up.
Grabbing onto his hand, “ No...don’t! Please… It’s late, you should stay!” I stopped him. “And I’ve had a silly little crush on you too… I just never knew how to tell you” I whispered. He sat next to me, slowly, as if I were made of fine china. That, at any moment, I might crumble. “ You did?” he breathed, his breath close enough that I could feel it on my face.
“ I also know what you are. Grandpa made sure to educate me on myths, and he said some were not myths. I’ve seen you carry your pelt around sometimes,” I closed his hand between mine. “I know you’re a selkie, Linn. I don’t want you to hide that from me.” I breathed, gazing into his eyes. I could catch a glimpse of adoration in them. “Thank you… for not running away, even when you knew what I was,” he sighed. I gazed at his lips, before catching them with mine, a soft peck, to let him know I accepted him for who he is.
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Selkie Boyfriend: Fionn
Old romance blossoms warm when it’s cold.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
Every winter, it’s a tradition in your hometown for people to gather around the frigid beach, strip off as many clothes as they are comfortable with, and plunge into the nearly frozen waters. This isn’t anything strange, but in your town, the selkies join in.
It started centuries ago as a sort of courtship ritual, where the men would try and impress the female selkies. Your stepfather was a selkie, and every winter you watched as your mother plunged into the icy ocean and swam into his coat, which kept her warm until he brought her up on land.
Back then it seemed like the most romantic thing. But then it wasn’t a tourist hotspot. These days it’s gotten massive, lasting a whole three-day weekend. People take it as something folksy and fun, not the loving tribute to tradition it used to me. They just want fun and laughs, or to meet hot eligible selkies. You no longer partake in the festivities, and use the holiday as a chance to get out of town. You usually go to a bed-and-breakfast further upstate that’s always totally empty, because everyone is staying in town for the Selkie festival.
This year, that doesn’t happen. Your beloved bed-and-breakfast is closed early for the winter, and you’re stuck at home during the festival for the first time in years. You plan to stay cooped in your apartment, stocked with all the snacks and digital distractions your heart could desire. But your little brother, Lukas, is adamant about getting you to attend this year. Half-selkie himself, he takes the festival more seriously than he should. And first thing on Friday morning, he’s pounding on your door.
“Open up! Mom and Dad are making their special seafood cakes for lunch!” He bangs on the door and rattles the doorknob.
You look up from the coffee pot and stare at the door, scowling and hunched.
“I know you’re in there! I brought Fionn with me as a threat!”
“Don’t say that,” Fionn grumbles.
Fionn is your brother’s best friend, a troubled selkie that your father took in. His home life hadn’t been great, and he was headed down a rough path until your dad stepped in. As teens you and Fionn fought constantly, especially over how he treated your family. As time went on and Fionn grew up, he became respectable, upstanding, and a hard worker. He’s also the biggest son of a bitch you ever met.
You scoff and rub the bridge of your nose. “Please don’t rip off my door.”
“I’m gonna!” Lukas shouts back.
“No,” Fionn growls.
You open the door and look up at them. Lukas is like a clone of his father, tall, pretty and soft, with copious white-and-black curls. His dark eyes brighten as he looks down at you.
You sigh heavily. “What do you want?”
Lukas’ expression is instant, judgemental, and slightly cute. “What do I want? What do you want? This is your first festival home in years! You should be enjoying it.”
Fionn is standing back, being a bit more understanding than Lukas. He towers over even Lukas, very close to seven feet tall. He’s broad and muscled, but still has that softness all selkies possess. His skin is mottled dark and pale, and his long gray hair is tied back in a thick braid. His facial hair is a thick scruff, but even that looks soft to the touch.
“Too many people,” you say to Lukas. “I’m not risking it.”
“But it’s fun!” Lukas scoffs.
“For you, maybe, but it’s not been fun for me since we were teens. The crowds get to me.”
Lukas pouts. “But I’m going to be in the swim this year with Owen!”
You pat his shoulder. “Good for you. I’ll watch Mom’s videos.”
“Hey,” Fionn suddenly speaks up. “This is important to Lukas. Catch his hint already, and stop being crabby.”
You frown up at Fionn. “What hint?”
“I’m proposing! It was supposed to be a surprise.”
You gasp and look apologetically back to Lukas. “To Owen?”
“No, to Dad. Of course Owen!” He breaks into a big grin. “I want our families to be there during the swim to surprise them, so don’t tell anyone about it!”
“I’m sorry, Lukas.” You settle back, growing nervous as you think about the crowded beach. “I’ll make it to the swim.”
Lukas points up to Fionn. “He’ll be there too, so you can ride his shoulders if the crowds bother you.”
“Don’t volunteer me for things,” Fionn sighs.
Lukas grabs your hands and tugs. “So come on! Get out of your cave and come home with us.”
“I haven’t showered yet,” you grumble.
“Then just come home for lunch,” Lukas urges.
You grimace again. “The traffic will be horrible.”
“I can pick you up,” Fionn interjects quickly.
You gulp. “On your motorcycle?”
“Bundle up.” Fionn points at you. “I have a helmet, so just wait outside for me around noon.”
“No, I...”
Before you can argue, Lukas stops you with a big hug. “I can’t wait to see you! Mom and Dad will be so excited!” He gives you a kiss on the cheek and turns to go.
Fionn looks down at you hesitantly. “Noon.”
“I got it, Giant.”
“Smidge,” he smirks before following after Lukas.
Another thing about Fionn - even with all your arguing in your youth, the two of you had more romantic dalliances than you cared to admit. Even now you carry a torch for Fionn that won’t snuff out. During college, when you were stressed and visiting home, he provided distraction and comfort when you needed him most. Even now the thought of his massive, gentle hands on your thighs makes you warm and soft all over.
At noon you stand outside the apartment building, bundled up in warm sweaters, a scarf and your favorite leather jacket. Town started getting busy on Monday, but now it’s so slammed that there isn’t a parking spot for miles. Fionn appears in the distance, zooming between cars until he pulls up to you. His shining silver motorcycle has been with him since high school, and he’s kept it up like it’s his baby. He tosses a helmet your way.
“Ready?”
“No.” You put the helmet on and adjust the straps. Fionn’s driving always terrified you. No matter how many times you’ve ridden with him, you never get used to it.
“Then hop on.” He pats the seat behind him.
You climb on and put your hands on his back, holding on to his jacket. “No, no,” Fionn fusses. “Hold on. The roads are too busy for you to be falling off.”
You frown and slowly put your hands and arms around his waist. His big, gloved hand pats yours. “Good girl.”
You huff and kick the back of his leg. “Just drive already.”
He takes off, motor roaring. You hide your face in his back, but you can feel the cars whizzing by you. “Hey, can you hear me?” Fionn’s voice comes through the helmet.
“Shit!” you exclaim from shock.
Fionn laughs. “Sorry. I just put radios in the helmets.”
“Taking a lot of people on your bike these days?” you huff.
“Just Lukas, really. We carpool.”
You chuckle. “That explains why the helmet smells like strawberries.”
His laugh is bright and nostalgic. “It’s been a while since I’ve had you on the back. You feel nicer than Lukas.”
“Lukas is probably warmer than me. I’m freezing back here!”
Fionn puts his hand over yours, and it’s toasty-warm. “I told you to bundle up!”
“I did, but sweaters and fat only get you so far! I’m not a selkie, this isn’t my habitat.” You squeeze your arms tighter around him.
“I could warm you up, but we’re going to your parents.”
His sultry teasing makes your face burn. You sputter in embarrassment, only making him laugh more. “Shut up!”
Once you get home, your dad piles your plates high with food, while your mother has you go through the clothes she’s going to donate to see if you want anything. After a while, your parents lie down for a nap and you join Lukas and Fionn in the living room. Your folks still have all your childhood gaming systems, so they’re playing an old Mario game. You sit down on the couch beside Fionn and start to doze while you watch them play.
Fionn nudges you. “Wanna play?” he asks.
You rub your eyes and yawn. “I was never any good at this. I prefer Street Fighter.”
“You’re too good at that,” Lukas scoffs.
You snuggle into the sofa as Fionn’s warmth flows through you. After a while, Lukas gets a call from Owen and goes to get him for dinner that evening. You and Fionn are alone. “I’ll put on Street Fighter.” Fionn stands up and he lays his thick, heavy coat aside.
You touch the silky fur, then watch as he bends over. He always had the best ass. “This doesn’t feel nostalgic at all,” you chuckle. “You and me staying up late to play fighting games. Lukas passed out on the floor with his blankey.”
Fionn smirks as he sits back down, placing a controller in your hand. “Well, we pretended to play to keep him asleep.”
Your cheeks burn. “Yeah, well, we’d been fighting most of the day.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about you recently,” he says as the game starts.
“Oh, no,” you sigh.
Fionn looks down at you while you try to select a character. “Since you don’t like the festival, what if we went to the aquarium until the swim starts?”
You flick your eyes back up to him. “For what?”
Fionn shrugs. “For whatever.”
You look him up and down, then press your lips into a firm line. “What have you been thinking about me for?”
He nods to the TV. “Beat me, and I’ll tell you.”
You bite your lip to try and suppress a smile. “What if you beat me?”
Fionn leans down. “I’ll show you.”
Your heart sputters and rapidly accelerates. You turn back to the game, playing until you win. Once you do, Fionn grabs you and kisses you.
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about?” you swoon.
“No. That’s what we always did when you won. Just keeping up tradition.”
You go in to claim another kiss, and Fionn moves himself on top of you. You grab his braid, stroking it between your fingers until your hands descend to his back. He feels so warm that you’re actually starting to overheat. You press a finger to his lips. “Stop. Stop.” You push against his face. “I’m being easy.”
Fionn chuckles. “Feels like old times, all right.”
You look into his dark eyes as a loose hair falls into his face. “I still like you, but I thought we agreed...”
“That was years ago, and we were dumb and stressed. Now, we’re wise and tired.”
You smile and kiss him softly. “Nah, still dumb too.”
“I want to take you on the swim next year,” he whispers into your ear. “So let me try all this year to make that happen.”
You grab his face and look directly at him. “Shit, you’re crazy.”
Fionn grins. “Maybe so, but what do you say?”
You can feel the heat radiating from his body. It reminds you of stolen kisses, hiding in the old treehouse, and being pressed together in the closet. You gently brush away the hair falling into his eyes. “Let’s just get through this weekend,” you murmur. “Lukas and Owen should be the stars. Let’s just… get reacquainted.”
Fionn kisses you, and you can hear your parents begin to get up from their long nap. You try to push him off, but you really don’t want to break the kiss now. “You turn me on like nothing else,” he whispers.
“Shut up!” You finally push him away, flushed, breathless, and smiling. “You’re still a fucking teenager.” You adjust your hair to smooth it out.
He kisses your cheek. “Only for you.” He gets up as your parents walk into the kitchen.
That evening you enjoy talking with Owen, Lukas’ boyfriend and future fiance. As the evening wears on, the family splits and goes their separate ways. Mom and Dad go to drink wine before bed, and Owen and Lukas go to his childhood room to make out, leaving you and Fionn alone again. You go down into the basement, which was Fionn’s room when your dad took him in. It’s pretty much the same, only there’s storage taking up one side of the room where he used to have a massive bookshelf. You have hot, spiked cider in your hands, watching Fionn as he takes an old guitar from the closet. He sits on the foot of the bed playing it, although it’s horribly out of tune.
“God, I remember how much I both hated and loved seeing you with a guitar,” you scoff.
He grins. “Oh, really?”
You smooth your hand over his coat which is laid beside you. “I thought it was both stupid and hot.”
“That was me in high school.” He strums then attempts to tune but one of the strings breaks. He sets it down then steals your cider.
“You were smart, top of class and everything.”
He sighs after a long sip. “Thanks to your family. I would’ve been in real shit without you.”
“Even after all I put you through?”
Fionn inches closer. “Especially.”
“Mind taking your hair down?” you ask shyly. “I wanna see it.”
“You pervert,” he teases. He takes down the braid, combing his thick fingers through the long grey locks.
“You’re so pretty,” you huff. “It’s not fair.”
He inches in again, setting aside the hot glass so he can kiss you. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
“Oh god, don’t start.” You wrap your arms around him.
“We’ve never stopped.” He lays you down on the bed, his curtain of long silver hair falling around you. “We’ve been colliding against each other since the day we met.”
You touch his face, smoothing your fingertips over his lips. “You’re serious about this?” you murmur. “Us?”
He bites your fingers, then moves down to kiss you. His huge body makes you forget the chill of the basement, and his hair is overflowing with his pure, concentrated scent. “I want to wrap you in my coat now, but I want to wait a year.”
“After this weekend,” you reassure him. “I want Lukas to have the spotlight.”
Fionn kisses you softly. “I know. That’s why I said the aquarium.”
You run your fingers through his hair, taking his kisses gladly. “You could have anyone. You don’t have to focus on me, you know?”
He frowns at this. “What do you mean? Who is anyone?”
“Anyone!” you scoff. You both sit up so you can talk. “Look at you, then look at me.”
Fionn shakes his head. “I am looking at you. That’s the point.”
“I’m small and round, and you’re big and…. big!”
He grins and places his hand on your thigh. “I like small and round. I can pick you up and still have my hands full.”
Your face burns bright red. “Shut up,” you say softly.
Fionn leans in closer to you, placing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, then another on your temple. “No.”
You press your palm against his chest. “We used to just fool around, what changed?”
“Age,” he sighed. “I never felt like myself when I dated. I felt the most like myself when I was with you, Smidge.” His smile is warm, and his hands feel gentle as he places them around your waist. “Even when we aggravated each other, I felt safe and at peace.”
“Pervert,” you tease.
He arches a brow. “I’m being serious, ass.”
“Sorry,” you smile. “I know that feeling. I get it with you too.” You take hold of his hand. “It just is a little scary. You're my friend, my family, and I don’t want to lose that if we go through with it.”
“I know.” He lies down on the bed, pulling you down beside him. “That’s why I gave it a year.”
“Then can we stop talking about it for now?” you whisper. “I know that sounds childish, but I feel a bit drunk and it’s making me wanna cry. Maybe we can just… fool around a bit?”
Fionn kisses your forehead. “Let me take you upstairs to bed.”
You cling to his shirt. “No. I wanna stay here.”
Fionn puts his arm around you. “You sure?”
You nod, burying your face against his shoulder. “Please.”
Pulling up the blanket around you, Fionn lets you snuggle up close to him. You eventually fall asleep in his arms with your face buried in his long hair. In the morning, you’re snuggled up to his back, spooning with him. You smile softly, kissing his broad back and then wrapping yourself around him. You think you could get used to this.
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Hey my name is Lane, I'm unfortunately in love with men that might destroy the world. Anyways here we go.
>Rules<
Requests: Open? go 4 it
Request #: 5
*Dainsleif, the Twilight Sword* (My Beloved)
Dainsleif x gn!doctor!reader(fluff<3 p1)
Dainsleif x gn!doctor!reader(fluff<3 p2)
Tea Prompts(gn!reader)
Write to Me(gn!Reader, fluff)
Overworked(gn!reader, fluff)
{Kaeya, the Frostwind Swordsman} (also lowkey my beloved)
Tea Prompts(gn!reader)
Bubbly(gn!reader, feat Diluc)
|Diluc, the Dark Side of Dawn|
Tea Prompts(gn!reader)
Busy Bee(gn!reader, fluff)
¿Albedo, the Kreideprinz¿
Tea Prompts(gn!reader)
Busy Bee(gn!reader, fluff)
[Tartaglia, Childe]
Tea Prompts(gn!reader)
Seal Skin(Selkie!Tartaglia x gn!reader)
🔪Xiao, Vigilant Yaksha🔪
Busy Bee(gn!reader, fluff)
♦Zhongli, Vago Mundo♦
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request guidelines!
i write:
thirsts
headcanons
imagines
drabbles
scenarios
situations i’m okay with writing:
fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, romantic and platonic relationships
smut
POC reader
omegaverse
age regression (strictly sfw)
CG/l, DD/lg, MD/lb
BDSM
cnc/consensual non-consent
dubcon
poly relationships
specified gendered reader (most of my writing will be gn if not specified in requests)
child!reader, sibling/step-sibling!reader or adopted!reader (these are strictly platonic/family relationships)
queer/genderqueer reader
certain mental illnesses to an extent (i won’t write for anything i haven’t experienced)
most au’s
genderqueer characters (e.g. trans!kirishima, my beloved)
situations i’m NOT okay with writing:
sc*t
bdsm kinks that push my own comfort zone (ask before requesting)
yandere
explicit g*re
p*dophilia
inc*st/stepc*st
n*crophilia
r*pe/non-con
b**stiality
explicit t*rture
additional things to note:
➳ as a queer writer, this is an lgbtqa+ friendly blog - i’d love to make content for you all!
➳ i’m bi-racial so i accept requests for poc readers!
➳ keep in mind that i am an x reader blog so i don’t really do character x character ships unless its relevant to the request or a poly request
➳ nsfw posts will be tagged as such along with anything involving suggestive content - said tags being smut, suggestive and lime.
➳ platonic requests will always be tagged as such along with requests that can be read as either romantic or platonic!
➳ i will tag anything involving any trigger warnings (don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything specific tagged, no matter how ‘silly’ you might feel it is!)
➳ please try be somewhat detailed in your requests! (e.g. not just “[character] x reader fluff” and more “[character] x reader fluff where reader has a bad day at work and [character] bakes for them and cuddles them to help them cheer up”, and i don’t mind you getting even more detailed if you’d like!)
➳ i’m open to writing requests with creatures/cryptids that don’t necessarily have to be part of a fandom! e.g. sirens, centaurs, selkies, guardian angels, shadowmonsters, etc. so don’t be shy!
➳ it might take me a while to get to requests due to personal reasons so please bear with me! if you’re not sure about whether or not something you want to request is fine with me or not, don’t hesitate to ask 💚 and don’t forget to at least be patient and polite, a little kindness goes a long way!
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