Yoimiya cat from my sketchbook!!!! 🎇🎇 (still trying to figure out colored pencils OTL)

Perfect Puppy

Gojo Satoru x Fem Puppy reader x Nanami Kento

Happy Valentine’s Day! This fic isn’t specifically theme for Valentine’s day, but it is cute and fluffy. 

TW: Poly Fic, Puppy reader, Reader is adopted from shelter, she/her pronouns used, Reader wears a collar, Reader is essentially just a pet, cute fluff

Gojo sat on the counter as Nanami cooked, swimming his legs and watching his lover work. Despite the fact that the two of them worked together, it felt like they barely spent any time together. Domestic moments were a rare occurrence for the two, and Gojo was enjoying it fully. He also figured it was to the perfect time to bring up something that had been on his mind for a bit. He sighed loudly hoping to get his lovers attention. 

“What is it?” Nanami asked rolling his eyes at his husband’s antics. Gojo chose to ignore that and express his thoughts anyways,

“I want a pet.” He then paused to see how Nanami would react. 

“Like a goldfish?

“Noooo,” Gojo whined, “Like a dog or maybe a cat.” Nanami stopped for a moment to take in what he had just heard.

“We can’t get a pet like that with our job, you know that.” He paused, “And what makes you bring this up now anyway?” Gojo pushed himself off his perch and wrapped his arms around Nanami’s waist as he stood at the stove. 

“I’ve always wanted a pet but I was never allowed to have one as a kid. I brang it up now because we’ve finally got a house where we have the space.” Nanami pondered Gojo’s explanation before moving to grab some plates out of the cabinet, breaking free from his lover’s embrace. 

“You do know you’d have to feed it, walk it, and take care of it in every other way?” He continued to serve the food as he waited for Gojo’s answer.

“I know that. And of course I would take care of it.” Nanami sighed as he placed the plates of food on the table at their respective places. 

“Alright Satoru, I suppose we can look into getting a pet if you really want one.” Gojo was ecstatic. He spent the rest of the night talking about what he wanted in the pet. 

“I want them to love me, they have to be good with cuddles, I want them to like walks, but not need them, ooh and maybe just a touch of separation anxiety so that they are always happy to see me!” Nanami was happy to see his husband so excited and he just hoped it wasn’t just another one of Gojo's whims, a pet was starting to sound nice.

The next day Gojo didn’t bring it up as they got ready for work and he didn’t seem a bit more excited than normal. Nanami couldn’t help but wonder if his partner had forgotten their conversation. They didn’t see each other until it was late into the afternoon. Gojo was bounding up to Nanami with a folder in his hands.

“I printed out a list of the adoptable pets at this shelter so we can look over them on the way there!” Apparently, Gojo had not forgotten their conversation at dinner, and Nanami soon found himself being dragged into a waiting car. On the way to the adoption center that Gojo had chosen the two of them poured over the file. 

“Look at how cute that one is. Oh, but look at that one’s ears. AHHH they’re all so cute!” Nanami couldn’t help but feel his heart warm at the sight of his overexcited husband. They had to quickly stop back at their place first to take some pictures of their living situation as proof that they had a suitable home to own a pet. As soon as they had done that they were right back on course to the shelter.   

“I really can’t decide which of them I like more. Do you have a favorite so far?” Gojo turned to Nanami hoping to get some input on the pets they were looking at. 

“Actually,” Nanami paused “There is one that caught my eye.”

“Which one?” Gojo was eager to know which pet he found of interest. Nanami ruffled through the papers looking for their page. Upon finding it he held it in the middle of the two of them so that Gojo could see it too. 

“She’s so cute, I see why you like her.” Nanami nodded to affirm Gojo’s words. The pet that had caught his eye was a puppy girl. 

“We’ll request to me meet her when we get there!” Gojo was pleased by his husband’s choice and was hoping that you would be everything he wanted in a pet so that it would all work out. 

As soon as they arrived, Gojo was bounding up to the front desk asking the receptionist to help them meet you so they could assess compatibility. The receptionist handed them the proper paperwork so that they could do just that and Nanami filled it out while Gojo handed him the photos of their house to keep on file. Once Nanami handed the paperwork back they looked over it before directing the couple to follow him. They walked into a back area with a long hallway of rooms where prospective adopters could meet the pets they were thinking of adopting. 

“Please wait in here while I bring her to you.” The receptionist bowed before closing the door to the room they had been given behind him. Nanami and Gojo sat down on the sofa-like-bench in the room. Gojo was getting antsy, “I can’t wait to meet her!” His excitement was a little contagious and Nanami found himself also with a swelling feeling of anticipation. They didn’t have to wait for very long though, and soon the receptionist was opening the door to reveal himself and you standing right next to him. You looked just like your picture, almost cuter if they were being honest. The receptionist guided you into the room before making his exit once again. 

“If you need anything please don’t hesitate to push the button on the wall.” and with that, he was gone. Gojo and Nanami now focused their attention on you.  You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, tail down unsure of whether or not to trust the gentlemen in front of you. Gojo motioned for you to join them, you hesitantly took a few steps forward before freezing again. Gojo was loving how shy you were, while on the other hand he just wanted you to love him immediately. Gojo once again patted the space in between him and Nanami eagerly inviting you to sit there. You took a few more steps, finally reaching the end of the bench, before turning around and sitting down. Although you felt awkward being in-between the two complete strangers, you couldn’t deny that your heart was pounding with excitement at the idea of being adopted. Gojo couldn’t stop himself and he brought his hand up to your head, lightly petting your ears. His action made you shiver and lean into his touch. This only served to fuel his eagerness in touching you, and his light strokes turned into a much more vigorous scratching of behind your ears. Nanami watched the way your tail started wagging and how content you now looked under Gojo’s touch. He realized that you were the one, at least in his mind, and he hoped that Gojo would agree. 

“Aww, does puppy like that?” Gojo cooed as he continued to scratch behind your ears, the little rumble coming from your chest was enough of a confirmation for both of them. Nanami did not personally feel the need to join Gojo in petting you, seeing how happy his lover is was enough. He continued to watch over the course of 30 minutes as the two of you bonded. He knew that Gojo and him would be adding a third member to their family.  

“Have you made your decision?” Nanami asked looking down at the pair who had ended up on the floor of the room. Gojo and you paused your petting/cuddling and looked up at him. Nanami elaborated,

“Would you like to look at other pets, or have are you made up you mind Satoru?” You looked up at Gojo with your biggest puppy eyes. You longed for adoption, and the attention Gojo was giving you was all you ever wanted. One look at your cute expression was all too much for Gojo, 

“I’ve made up my mind! I want her.” Nanami nodded in agreement and pushed the call button on the wall. Nanami stood when the receptionist popped in a minute later, 

“Did you need something?”

“We would like to adopt her today,” Nanami stated looking from you and Gojo to the receptionist in the doorway. 

“We need to review the images of your home you provided and there is more paperwork to fill out-”

“That is ok, can we start on the paperwork while the photos are being reviewed?”

“Of course, I’ll go get it right away.” He bowed and quickly exited the room. Nanami was immediately encased in his lover’s arms as Gojo threw himself at Nanami. 

“Thank you!” Gojo sang burying his head in the crook of his lover’s neck. Gojo soon broke away from him though and returned his attention back to you. 

“Did ya hear the puppy? You’re going to be coming home with us!” You couldn’t control how fast your tail started wagging at his words. It didn’t take long for the receptionist to come back with the required paperwork. Nanami filled it out as Gojo resumed playing with you, all the while telling you how perfect your life was going to be and all the nice things you would have. It didn’t take too long to fill out the forms and soon Nanami was once again pressing the call button. He handed the man the completed forms, 

“Your house has been approved. You may come out and get your care instructions packet, please look over them and make sure you don’t have any questions before leaving.” The receptionist opened the door wide for the three of you. Gojo took your hand and lead you out of the room, Nanami followed behind the two of you. Once back in the main entrance area of the shelter where they had first entered, they were handed a small stack of papers. The care packet turned out to be very straight forward. It had a section on feeding, training, your immunization record, medical things to look out for, and so on. 

“Are you ready to go to your new home?” Gojo cooed to you, watching your ears perk up. 

“Not so fast,” Nanami interjected, “We still need to get you a collar.” 

“Oh right,” Gojo remembered. That didn’t take very long though as the shelter had an attached store. Soon you were fitted with a cute collar that Gojo had chosen with your input, and had a name tag with your name and their numbers. 

“Alright puppy, let’s get you home,” Gojo chirped. He had insisted that you sit on his lap for the entire car ride back to their place. Gojo continued to play with your hair and ears, while Nanami finally made a move to touch you, silently allowing his hand to rest on your thigh. It didn’t take long to reach their apartment. Once inside Gojo was eager to give you the full tour of your new living space, 

“This is the living room, we watch movies and relax there. This is the kitchen where we eat. This is the guest bathroom. Oh! And this is the bedroom. You’ll be sleeping here with us.” You were at Gojo’s heels the entire time, joyfully following him and experiencing your new home. 

“Hmm… according to the schedule the shelter had you on, it’s about time for you to eat dinner. Are you hungry?” Nanami asked looking up from the papers in his hand. Your tail halted its back and forth motion, taking in his words before it resumed its wagging. You nodded your head, bringing your hand to your tummy to emphasize your hunger. 

“Alright then, let’s fix that.” Nanami made his way back to the kitchen and pulled out the leftovers from last night. As he heated them up for the three of you, Gojo lead you to the table and promptly pulled you onto his lap. It didn’t take Nanami very long to prepare the food, and soon he was setting down two full plates for them, and just one bowl of plain rice for you.

“The instructions said to stick to plain food for the first few days to make sure that the stress of adjusting to a new environment, your doesn’t upset your stomach,” Nanami explained noticing your pouty expression at the dull meal. 

“Cheer up puppy,” Gojo chimed in, “close your eyes and I’ll feed it to you so you can pretend it’s something yummy.” You obliged, closing your eyes and opening your mouth allowing Gojo to feed you. Nanami watched as his husband praised you for eating all your food like the good girl you were. Not too long after finishing the rice, you felt yourself growing a bit tired. You were still on Gojo’s lap as he ate his food, and you took advantage of your position. Nuzzling your nose into his neck before resting your head on his shoulder and falling asleep. Gojo had to contain his excitement as not to wake you once he realized what had happened.  

“Look at her,” Gojo whispered with glee to Nanami. 

“She’s definitely adorable.” Nanami agreed, standing up after taking one last look last you as began clearing the plates. After he finished cleaning up, he made his way back to his lover who had remained in the exact same position as not to disturb you. 

“Here, let me take her.” Nanami moved to lift you off Gojo, cradling you to him in bridal position. He carefully started walking to the bedroom, Gojo following behind him. The way your hand took hold of Nanami’s suit jacket as he carried you was enough to make him melt. Gojo pulled back the covers on the bed and Nanami gently laid you down on the mattress. He had to remove the hand of yours that was gripping him and guided it down with the rest of you. The two of them changed quickly so they could join you in the bed. As soon as Gojo was changed he made his way to your side, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest. Nanami followed his lead and laid on the other side of you on his back. What he was not expecting was you to wiggle away from Gojo in your sleep and cling to his chest. Gojo frowned, 

“That’s not fair, she’s supposed to love me more.”

RFA discovers MC is secretly a neko girl (mc hides that she has cat ears and a tail as well as some catlike tendencies)

so these things just keep getting longer and maybe I should change them to like legit-ly written scenarios but I’m lazy and this one was already formatted this way so, yeah sorry guys. 

oh also I have a master list now. I try to update it every time I post something! Master list

Jumin

Elated. F***ing loves you. You give him opinions on all the cat related businesses.

-        The first time he saw you he knew you were the one for him

-        You were dressed so nicely in an ankle length skirt and sun hat

-        Elizabeth the 3rd was curious about you from the start

-        He had never seen her so interested in a stranger before

-        As you stayed with him though he noticed some strange things

-        He never saw you without some sort of head covering even though you didn’t seem to enjoy wearing them

-        You also knew what Elizabeth the 3rd needed before she even mewed. As though you could tell what she wanted from the smallest flick of her tail

-        One day he came home to you curled up on the floor near the window and part of him panicked

-        He rushed to check on you but stopped short the second he saw you hat half off

-        A tan cat ear twitched slightly in some unknown dream as your chest your rose slowly with your breath

-        He cursed his ever so slightly shaking hand as he reached to stroke behind that cute ear

-        He would never admit to the flutter in his heart as you mewled softly at his touch before stretching lazily

-        You yawned and looked around as you woke slowly

-        The second you saw him though you jumped back

-        He saw you relax a bit once your eye’s met his

-        But he motioned to the top of his head, a smirking just a bit and you lifted your hand to mirror his movment

-        That’s when you felt your ears free and exposed. You start to panic all over again and in a second his arms are around you

-        “MC it’s okay calm down” he says lowly

-        “no no its, it’s not, Jumin you can’t say anything okay! Not to anyone! I don’t know what will happen if this gets out but, it won’t be good. you know that right? This is a secret.” You said shaking in his arms

-        he squeezes you tighter and you feel his lips against the top of your head

-        “your secret is safe with me. You are safe with me.” He whispers into your hair as though those words were all that mattered in the world.

-        For you, they were.

-        The next moment you were hugging him back and purring thankfully as you nuzzled into his chest “Thank you Jumin”

-        The next time he came home you wore shorts and went hatless. You looked so much more comfortable since your ears and tail could move freely

-        All his hugs include ear scratches that make you purr and close your eyes happily

-        You squeeze your way into his lap when you want attention and he doesn’t think he’s ever been happier.

Yoosung

shook. Legit worried because do you need a vet or a doctor. Doubles down on his studies just in case.

-        You tell him after the RFA party You knew, KNEW he was the one so you had to tell him.

-        As the rest of the RFA is cleaning up you offer to drive Yoosung back to the hospital

-        At a stoplight on the way you tell him and show him your ears

-        He passes out. You panic and floor it to the hospital

-        They assure you he’s fine but you stay until he wakes up

-        “MC I had the weirdest dream.” He tells you. You try not to laugh as he talks about how you had the cutest cat ears he had ever seen.

-        You lift your hat up just enough for him to get a peak of one of your ears and wink at him

-        His heart rate jumps and you start to think maybe you shouldn’t be teasing him when he’s in such fragile condition

-        But the way he splutters and turns red is way too cute so you lean down to kiss his lips

-        “this, this isn’t real.” He says “this is too good to be real” you laugh and assure him you’ll be here until he wakes up again.

-        He holds your hand as the pain meds pull him into sleep while he mutters about what a funny dream this was.

-        The next week is comprised of you teasing him with sneak glances of your ears or tail only when he’s sleep addled or just a little buzzed on pain meds

-        You have to admit the constant praise of how cute, soft, and pretty your ears and tail are is, nice. Since most people never saw them it was nice to hear what he thought of them.

-        Even if he was still convinced it was just his imagination

-        Then he was sent home and you decided to REALLY tell him what was going on

-        “is this cuz of all my dreams MC? I didn’t think you’d take it this far!” you sigh and take his hand to feel your ear twitch

-        You have never seen him so red he’s gone beyond his normal panicked spluttering and into silence

-        You’re actually starting to worry now because he’s been standing there silently doing his best impression of a goldfish for a while now

-        “Yoosung?” you ask tail flicking anxiously

-        “it’s real?” he manages as his fingers begin to slowly scratch at your ear

-        You’re a little distracted by his scratching but you try to explain anyway

-        “you can’t, um you can’t tell anyone though okay Yoosung.”

-        “huh why” he asked looking at your ears in awe bringing another hand up absently to pet your hair

-        But the petting was getting really distracting now and you had to stop the urge to purr though you couldn’t help your instinct to nuzzle your head into his hands

-        “I don’t” you really were trying to focus here but people didn’t scratch your ears often since they were always hidden “people won’t” you lost your train of thought again as his fingers curled under your ear to stoke through your hair again

-        You jerked away immediately glaring at him ready to scold him for distracting you

-        But when you met his eyes you could practically see stars in his eye’s

-        “MC did you just purr? Because I was petting you?” he asked looking happier than you’d ever seen anyone look in your life

-        You shake your head before chuckling at him “you’re lucky I love you”

Saeyoung

so many questions. Tests what cat traits you have. Cat puns. Understands your secrecy.

-        You had no medical history. That was weird.

-        Home birth, home school, home job. home EVERYTHING.

-        Your record was sparse to say the least. So he checked you out on the apartment CCTV

-        Even your clothes seemed to hide you away. So of course he was curious

-        He dug deeper, found your social media and while he enjoyed learning about your interest’s and he certainly enjoyed the memes you posted it didn’t give him anymore solid info to go off of.

-        So he kept checking the CCTV to learn more and then he saw you in your pajamas he was embarrassed and started to look away. He may be a hacker but even he had limits. But then he saw them

-        Cat ears and a tail how cute he didn’t know you liked cosplay you hadn’t mentioned it on social media

-        But how did you make them move like that. he had to know so next time you two met in the chat he asked

-        He’s confused and watching you scramble on the CCTV to cover your ears and tail

-        you exited the chat right away and called seven

-        “seven you can’t tell anyone. I swear this is really bad! You shouldn’t know about this. What the hell were you thinking spying on me like that.”

-        He sobers up hearing your panic and anger

-        After a moment of calming you down and promising he’ll straighten things out on the messenger he hangs up

-        Then things happened and he was there. answered the door and locked eyes with him

-        He hadn’t meant to ask but before he could stop himself the words had tumbled out of his mouth

-        “Can I see your ears” and his face was red because he was supposed to have better self-control he knew this was a sensitive topic for you

-        But you nodded and once the door was shut you slipped you hat from you head

-        Saeyoung’s hand was immediately reaching out but he stopped short at the sight of your clenched shut eyes as though you were ready to be hit.

-        He could recognize that face anywhere, braced and ready to take whatever blow was coming

-        “sorry I should have asked may I touch them”

-        You nodded sharply still tense but he saw you unclench your jaw and flex your finger out of there tight fist

-        His fingers gently skimmed across you left ear and moved behind it to scratch there the way he knew cats enjoyed and you purred before you could stop yourself

-        Your hands shot up to cover your mouth and your face burned

-        Saeyoungs eyes where wide and you could see his blush clear as day

-        Then his arms where around you and you were pulled tight against his chest

-        After that he made it his mission to see just how catlike you were

-        He tried lasers, no effect unless you were really drunk Cat nip, you liked the scent but no more than anyone else might like the smell of flowers. He was too afraid to test the whole cats land on their feet thing but just judging by you balance he assumed you could probably do that.

-        When you felt down he called you kitty cutie and pet your head. He loved you.

Zen

wants to make it work. Lays off dissing Elizabeth. Really doesn’t want to tell Jumin why though.

-        You tried not to fall for him, tried to push him away

-        He was allergic to cats, he was allergic to you

-        The first time you went to meet him you took precautions

-        You showered twice as long, brushed your hair ears and tail extra so you wouldn’t lose a single strand

-        You tied your hair in a tight band and hid it in your hat with your ears you even tucked you tail away in the shorts you wore under your long skirt

-        But he was still sneezing like crazy

-        You felt awful, and you were sure this relationship would never work.

-        So you told him

-        You tried not to cry, you didn’t want to make it harder on him, and you tended to sound like a mewling kitten

-        Then you saw the hurt in his eyes and he wanted a reason and he was holding your hand and you could hear the hurt in his voice

-        And you were crying. The second you started you knew the jig was up his eyes where wide now and he was pulling your free hand away from your face

-        “MC how did you make that sound?”

-        You shook your head and removed you hat to show him

-        “are those? Are those real?” your ears folded downwards mournfully in response giving him his answer even as you nodded “and this is why we can’t see each other?”

-        “I tried to make it easier! I brushed my ears and, and” you took a shuddering halting breath “I tried so hard”

-        He took a deep breath and pulled you into his arms “we can figure something out”

-        “I can’t do that to you your miserable look even your face is swelling!” you cried

-        The next time you saw him at the RFA party you kept him at an arm’s length. You had taken all the precautions but you knew it wasn’t enough so you kept your distance

-        Every time Zen approached you, you made an excuse to dart away

-        Until he cornered you

-        “don’t avoid me” he said sternly “if you don’t want to see me that fine but don’t avoid me because you think you’re not worth me sneezing”

-        You were blinking back tears you would not cry again you told yourself

-        “I don’t want to hurt you”

-        “I’ll buy medicine, we’ll get air-filters, there’s even shots I could get. I love you. Allergies can’t change that”

-        Slowly you two found what worked. He saw an allergy specialist once a month, you had filters in every room, you showered twice a day and brushed yourself morning and night.

-        He even signed up for an experimental new treatment that was doing winders for him

-        The first time you nuzzled your head into his neck and purred his name he knew he made the right decision

-        No amount of pain in the world would make him give up that moment

-        He still claimed not to be a cat person saying you were the only exception

-        And you had to admit you were okay with that

Jaehee

confused but calm. Asks you how you keep fur off your clothes. Learns, slowly to be okay with the stray hair here and there.

-        You tell her the day before the café opens

-        She’s pretty sure this is a prank by seven but then you show her your ears (it’s easier than trying to free your tail from your long skirt without flashing her)

-        She was quiet, then she stood and began to walk away. You honestly started to panic.

-        She did hate watching Elizabeth after all you had thought it was only because of the extra work and cleaning

-        But maybe she had some other reason for hating cats

-        “Jaehee?” you called shakily “I, I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner but I thought, well I thought it wouldn’t be this big a deal. I know you like things neat and tidy and sometimes fur messes that up but I promise I can clean up after myself. I know all the secrets and I’ll take responsibility for the extra cleaning. I, I really like you.”

-        By this you were fighting desperately not to cry

-        Then she turned around with two cups of coffees

-        “MC I’m not mad. I just need some time to figure this out” she said strolling over to set one of the cups in front of you

-        “I suppose we won’t need hairnets for your ears since you keep them in your hat.”

-        You smiled at her. You knew this was her way of accepting you.

-        She took a sip of her coffee and you couldn’t help yourself. You reached across the small table and took her free hand in yours

-        “well to be honest I’ve given it some thought and maybe I could learn to make latte art? they could be catpuccino’s” you joked and to your delight she chuckled

-        “You’ve spent too much time with seven, but that is a good idea”

-        As time goes by she becomes more and more comfortable with your cat characteristic.

-        You won’t admit she finds your cat naps in the sun to be cute, but she’s got a folder on her phone dedicated to pictures of them

-        She admires how carful you are with Zens allergies and is thankful you’re so understanding.

-        You hum while you make the cat latte art and she thinks it’s cute that you sound like a cat when you do (she thinks it also might boost sales but that’s just a guess)

-        She secretly revels in the fact that as much as Jumin loves cats you chose her and sided with her in the messenger

-        She asks if you can talk to cats. You think it’s because she has a few choice words to share with Elizabeth the 3rd

-        You explain that while you can understand cats more than most people it’s not like talking to people it’s more like reading body language and tone

-        She shakes her head and mumbles “yeah that makes sense, it’s just a cat after all”

-        You give Elizabeth a bit of the cold shoulder anyway

-        As you two grow closer she starts to absently pet you while you watch Zen DVD’s

-        When you start to purr she’s so surprised she misses her favorite scene

-        She’s so flustered as she rewinds you can’t help but giggle and kiss her on the cheek

-        Which absolutely does not help her calm down at all

I can't say no to you

the first of my bog fluff battle fics!! was the last one i posted with about 15 minutes to the deadline bc i am just Like That

Here on Ao3

Rating: Teen

No CW's, but some tags: AU-Modern Setting, Fluff without Plot, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Horse Girl Geralt

Geskel fluffiness hiding here

“We can’t get a goat, Eskel,” Geralt sighed, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m sorry, but where would we put her?”

Eskel was crouched down by the pen, holding his hand out to the kids inside. They bleated as they swarmed around his outstretched hand, fluffy little tails wiggling. Eskel glanced up at him, his gold eyes pleading.

“But Geralt, look at her. She’s so precious,” he turned back to tickle one of the goats under her chin, producing a contented bleat. Geralt bit his lip, staring at his boyfriend. They had come out into town intending to head to the pet shop to adopt a smaller animal, something that would fit comfortably in their apartment. A lizard, or a gerbil, perhaps. Maybe a goldfish. What they certainly hadn’t come for was a goat, but outside the shop, there had been a local farmer who had visited especially with several of the creatures. But of course, the moment Eskel had laid eyes on the goats, he had become enamoured with them. In particular, the noisiest little lady with a pale brown patch over her eye. Geralt sighed. It stood to reason that Eskel would fall in love with the least practical, most inconvenient pet in the whole building.

He bent down next to Eskel. “Where would we keep her though, Eskel?” he rubbed his hands across the other man’s shoulder blades, preparing himself to comfort him when they had to leave the goat behind. He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth and continued rubbing circles across Eskel’s broad back. “You know we can’t take her home.”

Eskel looked over at him, lip between his teeth and eyes wider than Geralt had ever seen. “Please,” he whispered, and looked down at the floor unable to maintain eye contact a moment longer, “please Geralt, please, I mean look at her.”

Geralt frowned. They really didn’t have the room at home, but how could he say no to Eskel when he looked like this. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. How was he supposed to decide?

From next to him, he heard Eskel whispering again. “I could knit her little sweaters and we could take her to visit Roach sometimes, they could be friends. Maybe the stable would even let her stay there sometimes, but I wouldn’t want her to get lonely without us,” Eskel babbled, unable to stop now he’d got started on his topic. “We could make a small pen for her, it would fit in the corner of the living room, you know that dead space over by the TV? I-” Geralt shushed him, placing a finger over Eskel’s lips.

“Eskel,” he whispered, pained frown across his forehead. “It’s not like having a cat, we can’t just give her a litter box.” Eskel scowled at him.

“I know that, Ger, but listen, I really think-”

Geralt cut him off. “I know you want a pet, but we could barely squish a cage for a gerbil in the apartment, we can’t-” he made the mistake of glancing up at Eskel. His eyes were drooped, his mouth drawn tight and there was a slight tremble to his jaw that Geralt wasn’t sure his heart could take for a moment longer. He sighed, and glowered down at the goat pen. Looking at the one which had so easily taken his partner’s heart, he could understand why. She didn’t seem to ever stand still, constantly in motion, wiggling around the pen. Her eyes were a deep brown, and her horns curled back over her head, ears poking out either side with soft-looking tufts of white hair. His frown slipped from his face, replaced by a look of wide-eyed wonder as the tiny goat pranced over to him and butted his hand, bleating insistently. Geralt was reminded of Roach when the goat made to bite his fingers, and he pulled his hand back with a loud laugh, surprising himself. Turning back to Eskel, he grinned sheepishly at the other man.

“Ok, so I see what you mean, but we still don’t-”

Eskel didn’t let him finish. “We could move! You’ve been wanting a place with a garden for a while now, and this would be the perfect excuse. A garden would be good for Lil’ Bleater,”

Geralt blinked. “I beg your pardon.” Eskel’s eyes widened, mouth dropping open, and he looked away, laughing awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, it suits her, doesn’t it?” As if on cue, the mischievous little goat bleated at them, waggling her tail proudly.

“You named her already.” Geralt said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “How are we supposed to leave her if you’ve named her?”

Eskel shrugged, schooling his expression into a blank stare that Geralt knew must be covering for a truly devious grin. “Suppose we can’t.”

Geralt stood up, brushing the knees of his jeans. “Suppose we can’t indeed. Fine, pick her up, I’ll go and pay.”

They arrived home half an hour later, a bleating bundle of fluff wriggling wildly in Eskel’s arms. He couldn’t stop beaming as he cradled Lil’ Bleater. Geralt pushed the door to their cramped flat closed behind them and Eskel released the goat. Immediately, she bounced off into their bedroom, crying out noisily as she went. Eskel chuckled and turned to Geralt.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me, but you can’t pretend you’re not in love with her, too,” he said, pulling his boyfriend in for a hug. Geralt hummed, laying his head down on Eskel’s shoulder, nuzzling in.

“No I can’t, but if she eats our blankets before we get in there, I am not going to be pleased,” he murmured, kissing Eskel’s neck.

“So, when are we going to find this house with a garden for your goat, Esk?”

Eskel snickered and turned to press a tender kiss to Geralt’s lips.

“Our goat,” he insisted, stroking the side of Geralt’s face, enjoying the feel of the stubble under his fingers. “And maybe we should settle her in first.”

Geralt blinked open one eye. “Hmm. You’re right. Let’s go save the blankets from the terrifying beast.”

Eskel snorted, and took Geralt’s hand, pulling him into their bedroom to find the newest addition to their family.

Ebb and Flow Chap.1

Yes! I have a new AHIT AU Fanfic for you all! This is my late holiday gift to all of you!!

I’ve been seeing so much mermaid AHIT stuff for the past month or two, and I tried to see if I can come up with something. So a couple of days ago while I was on my way to work. This lovely fanfic came to mind.

Thanks to my friend tusenskona for being my beta reader!!!

Enjoy!

Down deep below the sea lies the kingdom of Sapphire. An underwater kingdom where mermaids and mermen live in peace and harmony.

Above the Sapphire Kingdom, at the shore of the ocean, lies a small beach town called Subcon.

The merfolk of the Sapphire Kingdom have heard of the many stories of humans, both good and bad. However, the merfolk mostly heard of the bad and rarely of the good. Because of this, no mermaid or merman ever went near the Subcon shores.

The only mermaid to come close to Subcon was a young mermaid, a princess, who would always look at Subcon Island through a small set of rocks that looked over the town.

“Hali! Hali!” A male merman called out, zipping through the sea to reach the princess. He looked to be about 18 years old, had dark brown hair with purple highlights, a purple merman tail with the tip of the tail looking like the fin of a nurse shark. The merman was looking for Hali, his little sister, who always liked to swim off and go on adventures. “She better have not gotten too far.” He continued swimming far out till he saw a familiar tail splashing along the shore. He gasped recognizing it as his little sisters.

Hali, a young mermaid around the age of 8, with brown hair with yellow and purple highlights, wearing a purple and yellow top, and a light purple mermaid tail looking like the fin of a bala shark, made it out of the water and went up on the rocks to look at the kids playing on the Subcon beach. Hali sighed in happiness, wishing she could go and play with these kids. Heck, she wished she could meet a human. A good human like in the stories her grandfather told her. “There you are!” Hali gasped and turned to see her older brother glaring at her.

“Lucas!” Hali gasped. “How did you find me?”

“Well you stick out like a clownfish, and grandfather tells me you’d always swim up here, and he was right so I followed you.” Lucas explained. Hali glared at her brother puffing her cheeks like a pufferfish. Lucas laughed seeing his sister’s glare.

“It’s not funny!” She pouted crossing her arms and turning away from the older merman.

Lucas calmed down, wiping a tear from his eye and turning back to his younger sister. “So, why do you always come here?” He asked.

Hali sighed and looked back at the kids having fun on the beach. “I just wish I could make friends with a human.” She sighed. Lucas looked at his younger sister in surprise. “I know most humans are bad, but grandfather told me there’s good humans as well. Humans that save our fish friends, and clean up our waters!” Hali explained, laying her head on the rocks.

Lucas bit his lip and rubbed his arm nervously. It was like he wanted to tell his little sister something but wasn’t sure how she was going to react if he told her.

“Have you met a human before?” Hattie asked. Well, she had a knack for asking questions that were related to what Lucas was thinking about.

He looked around to see if no other mermaid or merman was around looking for them. Once the coast was clear, Lucas felt he was ready to tell his little sister the truth. “I have met a human before.” He admitted.

Hali gasped, losing her balance on the rock and falling back into the water. Hali swam close to her brother with a glare. “Tell me everything right now, brother!” She commanded with a growl in her voice. Lucas met a human and never told her? Hali needed to hear the details right now!

“Okay! Okay! Sheesh, you sound like dad.” Lucas reassured her. Hali giggled and held on to the rock, ready to hear the story. Lucas sighed and looked at the sky before telling the story. “Well, it happened when you were just a merbaby,” He started. “There were bad humans in the area fishing for our fish friends, and father and some of our merfolk tried to stop them. I tried to help too, but I ended up getting caught by the nets.” He explained with a frown, knowing that he could've died or worse.

Hali frowned as well; she couldn’t imagine what her life would’ve been like without her brother. Lucas and Hali weren’t just brother and sister, they have been best mermaid friends forever. Having a life without him would have made her life in Sapphire useless.

“However, a human saved me.” Lucas continued.

His sister blinked in surprise. “A human?” She asked. Lucas nodded, remembering that moment.

It was about 10 years ago, and Lucas remembered feeling the netting around him choking him, ready to kill him off. He heard a splash, making his eyes widen thinking this was the humans now ready to kill him and use him for who knows what. However, the human in question was a little girl.

The young girl used a knife and cut the ropes from him, setting him free, even though she ended up accidentally cutting herself. Lucas stared at the young girl, who signaled to him that he was free before she went to swim back up to the surface.

“Thank you.” Lucas whispered.

“And that was the last I saw of her.” Lucas finished the story. Hali’s eyes sparkled in joy hearing her big brother’s story.

“Wow!” She said in amazement. The two mermaid siblings were quiet afterwards, the only noise provided for their ears being the seagulls cries and the waves. “Have you ever wanted to find her?” Hali asked.

Lucas sighed. “Well, I want to, but I don’t remember what she looked like.” He admitted.

Hali thought for a second and smiled, coming up with an idea. “Let’s go talk to papa and grandfather!” Hali suggested.

“Wait, what?” Lucas asked. Hali didn’t reply and dived back into the water. Lucas followed after his sister who was now swimming back to their home. “Talk about what with them?”

“Subcon!” Hali answered. “Let’s see if there is a way we could visit Subcon! We can find a way to get close and say hi to the humans or maybe be humans ourselves!”

“Are you crazy!?” Lucas shouted. His little sister was being fish-brained right now. “You know what dad would say if he heard you ask that?!” Hali went quiet and started to think of what her father would say. However, Lucas was able to answer for her. “He’d say: Hali Nebula Tide, are you being a fish-brain right now! Humans are dangerous and I’d forbid you going to Subcon!” Lucas shouted, imitating their father.

Hali laughed at her big brother’s interpretation of their father and soon Lucas joined in as they swam back home.

Back at the Sapphire Kingdom’s castle, King Dolan floated around pacing back and forth. His children haven’t been back yet and it was almost curfew time for Hali.

King Dolan looked like his son except with a beard, an indigo colored tail shaped as the fin of a whale shark. “Where could they be?” He asked himself. “I hope Hali didn’t swim too far up.”

The king then heard the door open and close as his children swam towards him. “We’re home, papa!” Hali shouted, giving her father a hug.

King Dolan sighed, giving a small smile as he hugged his little girl. “Where were you?” He asked.

“Out swimming!” Hali exclaimed. King Dolan crossed his arm and raised an eyebrow. He knew his daughter was out swimming, but where was she swimming? Hali sighed. “I might have swam near the rock that’s near Subcon Island.” She admitted.

“What!?” King Dolan shouted.

“No humans saw me!” Hali shouted back. “Lucas was my witness!”

Lucas eyes widened and tried to defend himself. “Father, I was only looking for her.”

King Dolan sighed. He was still angry that his daughter was that close to the shores, though seeing his oldest son go looking for her calmed him down a bit. “Darling, why are you going near the islands? Don’t you know how dangerous humans are?” He asked, not in his angry tone, but in his disappointed tone.

Hali sighed. “I know, but something about that island is interesting. I wanted to see it for myself in person.”

“Here we go.” Lucas mumbled.

“I really want to meet humans!” Hali exclaimed.

Lucas counted down to three using his fingers waiting for his father to process her answer, but before he could get to one, King Dolan let out a roar. “ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

“I knew it.” Lucas sang.

“I can’t believe you are this goldfish-brained Hali!” King Dolan shouted, which made both Hali and Lucas flinch. Hali looked away from her father as she rubbed her arm. “Humans are dangerous!”

“Not all humans!” Hali shouted back.

“You best get those thoughts out of your head right now, young lady!” King Dolan shouted. “Do you understand me?” Hali went quiet, not dignifying her father with a response. King Dolan then repeated the question “I said, do you understand me?” Hali sighed, looking down at her fins and gavea slow nod. “Now, go to your room, both of you.”

“Yes father.” Lucas and Hali chimed, swimming to their rooms. King Dolan then collapsed on his chair and put his hand over his face. He turned towards a painting on the wall that showed him and his wife.

King Dolan sighed, “Oh Autumn,” He started. “If only you were here. You’d talk to Hali for me.” He whispered.

Meanwhile, another merman listened in the conversation. He had a blue tail stylized as a basking shark, and grey and blue hair. The merman let out a sigh and swam towards the hall where Hali’s and Lucas’s rooms were.

Hali was laying down on her seashell bed, upset at her father. She wished he could understand that not all humans were bad, but he doesn’t believe anything she says. Even if there was evidence or a witness, he wouldn’t believe it unless he was there personally to witness the event. “I just wished he would believe me.” Hali whimpered to herself. She sniffled a bit, wiping away stray tears from her eyes.

Knock! Knock!

Hali didn’t look up when she heard someone knock on her door. “Go away!” Her yelling was muffled by her pillow. However, Lucas, being the exemplary example of a big brother opened the door ignoring his sister’s protest. Hali looked up at him and glared. “I said go away, you know.” Lucas swam over to his sister’s bed and laid down next to her, gently rubbing her back in comfort. She really didn’t need it, but welcomed it nonetheless.

Soon after he came in, another knock was heard on the door.

“Come in.” Lucas spoke up. The door opened and Lucas and Hali gasped seeing Tim, their grandfather.

“Grandpa!” Hali exclaimed swimming over as fast as she could to her grandfather and gave him a big hug. Tim chuckled and hugged his granddaughter back. “What brings you here?” She asked.

Tim motioned for his grandchildren to come with him. “Follow me.” Hali smiled, knowing where she was going and quickly followed with. Lucas was confused, but followed along his grandfather, who took them to a small hidden lab where many magic potions and artifacts were all placed on an assortment of shelves.

“Grandfather, what’s all this?” Lucas asked.

“Guess now’s a good time as ever.” Hali spoke up. She faced her older brother and told him the truth. “I’ve been learning mermaid magic for a couple of months now from grandpa.”

“And she’s getting better at it!” Tim added with a smile. Hali smiled at her grandfather, grateful to have him teach her all there is to magic.

Lucas was impressed with his little sister. It made sense to him now in hindsight. There were days she’d be reading books about magic or being gone for long periods of time and come back just in time for dinner.

Tim went over his series of potions and picked out a sparkly blue one. Hali was mesmerized by the potion. “What is this, grandfather?” She asked.

“This is the potion that may help you become human.” Tim revealed. Lucas and Hali gasped, but for the latter it was out of joy.

“Really!?” Hali exclaimed.

Tim nodded. “Since you told me how much you wanted to visit Subcon Island, I’ve found an old spell from 200 years ago.” He explained, swimming to a large magic book nearby and turning the page to where he made the potion. “You see, merfolk would use this potion to deliver goods to the humans of Subcon by being humans. Sometimes merfolk would use it to visit Subcon just for the fun of it.” He explained. Hali was interested in the story, and was surprised knowing merfolk and humans did get along in the past.

“Wait, humans and merfolk got along?” Lucas asked.

“Correct.” Tim replied. “However, Subcon entered a war long ago, and when the opposing side heard about us merfolk, they attempted to catch us. After that, merfolk stopped coming to their shores. With time passing by, merfolk began to fear any humans, as any of them could be just another poacher.” He explained.

Lucas and Hali looked down in dejection. They now know why merfolk had to stay hidden from humans.

Tim then continued about his talk about merfolk. “This spell hasn’t been used for 200 years, but hasn’t been ripped out of magic books just yet.” He explained as he looked at the bottle. “I’ve made a couple of these to hopefully see the human world myself,” Tim then turned to his grandkids, “But I think you two should give it a try.”

“Wait, what?” Lucas and Hali exclaimed at the same time, but with two different reactions behind it. Lucas was confused and shocked, but Hali was amazed that she would finally be able to meet humans.

“Isn’t that great Lucas? You can find the girl! The girl who saved your life!” Hali exclaimed. Lucas blinked in surprise. He never thought about that girl until he brought it up with Hali earlier today. However, how would he know who the girl was?

Lucas gave a small smile. “I guess, it wouldn’t hurt.” He finally said. Hali squealed, clapping her hands with glee.

“Before you two do go off, the potion isn’t going to make you fully human. If you two get wet, you’ll revert back to your mermaid forms.” Tim warned them. “If you get caught you must come back to the kingdom.”

Lucas nodded. “Understood.”

“What would papa say? Does he know you're doing this?” Hali asked. Tim shook his head and Hali gave a dark chuckle.

“I’ll tell him once you guys are up in Subcon.” Tim told his grandkids, seemingly giddy to give his son a heart attack over his kids. “You two ready?” He asked.

“Wait!” Hali shouted. She swam towards a drawer that held a small bag, and put the bag on. “Alright, ready!” Tim gave a soft chuckle as he opened the blue potion and put a small droplet on each of his grandkid’s tails.

Soon, bubbles went around the siblings and they were being levitated to the surface. Both siblings hugged each other. They weren’t sure what to expect during their time in Subcon, but they were excited.

By sunset, the beach had calmed down and everyone was going home for the day after all the fun they had. Near the shore was a florist with red hair tied into a braid, wearing a brown apron over a blue dress. She was handing out the last of her flowers to people passing by before she closed up shop for the day.

“Here you go, some white tulips and white petunias. I hope you like them.” She said to the customer.

“Thank you so much. My daughter will love these!” The man said before he paid the young girl and left the stand. The florist waved goodbye and let out a sigh after another long day of work. She looked at the clock and smiled seeing it was closing time, which meant she only needed to clean up what little needed to be cleaned before she could go home.

As the florist locked up her shop she saw two figures on the beach. She walked on over to them, and gasped seeing a young man and a girl passed out on the shore. “A-are you okay?” The Florist asked.

The man slowly opened his eyes, but quickly closed them again. The florist then picked up the girl, dragged up the man until he was enough on her back that she could walk home with little to no problem.

What if scenario: Dream?

"Yoshi, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you are beautiful, Sayuri."

"D-Don't lie! If you want to laugh at me, just laugh!"

Sayuri pouted angrily and Yoshimune could not stop smiling while looking at her reaction. He always wanted to take her to the Natsu Matsuri (summer festival) for many times but she refused, with the excuse of wanting to do more training in her master's dojo.

When he finally managed to convince her to go with him, she admitted that she did not have any yukata to wear. His mother did not hesitate as she went on to make a pretty yukata for her.

"Y-you don't have to, madam! Why would you want to trouble yourself making a yukata for...for me?"

"You have been taking care of Yoshi, so I would like to make one for you as a thank you gift."

"But-"

"Sayuri, please accept this gift from us," Yoshimune's father replied kindly. "If you wear it, Yoshimune would not stop smiling by looking at you."

Sayuri's face grew redder and she looked like she was about to collapse due to embarrassment. Ieyasu simply chuckled as he turned to look at his son.

"She acts so much like my childhood friend. She's not honest with herself, right?"

"Yes, she is. It is easy to tell just by looking at her face."

"Of course it is easy. You have been growing up with her."

"She's been protecting me for a long time. And now, it is my turn to protect her."

"Looks like you do care about her, Yoshimune."

As his mother needed more time to make a yukata for Sayuri, Yoshimune told her and his parents that he would be waiting at the shrine. He left the house and he saw many people were wearing yukatas and they were too walking to the shrine to enjoy the festival.

He was already climbing the stairs when he heard a child crying. He looked around to see who was crying but most of the children accompanied by their parents were smiling and laughing excitedly.

He still could hear a child crying and it came from the forest.

It was a risk to venture the forest alone but he could not help it. If there was a lost child in the forest, he would need to ask anyone who had lost their child.

He walked through the thick bushes and he finally found a little girl sitting on the ground while crying. The girl had long brown hair that was tied in a bun with a flower hairpiece on it. She was seen wearing a dark blue kimono with some pretty flower patterns.

"...papa...mama...where are you...?"

The girl was sobbing and Yoshimune had to wonder why her parents were not around. Or the girl wander on her own until she was separated from her parents?

He took a few steps in front of the girl and he knelt so that he could get to see the girl's face better.

"Hey, little one. Are you alright?"

The girl stopped crying for a while and she looked up to see him. The girl's eyes were swollen and he guessed that she had been crying for too long. They were staring at each other and Yoshimune was smiling, awkwardly.

Was she about to cry and scream for help? He probably needed to prepare for the worst if other people thought he was bullying a little girl-

"You look like Primo!"

"...huh??"

The girl's face brightened and she was smiling at him. It looked like she had forgotten all her fears and she was not even afraid of a total stranger like him-

Most importantly, did she just mentioned he looked like Primo?

He could have sworn that he was about to get another asthma attack because no one aside from the Sawada family and the Asari family knew about Ieyasu's true identity.

"Uh, little one," Yoshimune tried to calm down as he smiled. "I am glad that you are not crying but...where are your parents?"

"I...I don't know," the girl replied and there was a sad look from her eyes. "I was with papa and mama earlier but...all of a sudden, I found myself standing in the middle of the forest. I tried to look for them and I can't find a way out of here."

"Ah, I see. Do you want me to help you to find your parents?"

"Yes!" the girl's eyes twinkled. "Yes, of course!"

"Alright. Just hold my hand and don't get lost again."

Yoshimune held out his hand and the girl happily took his hand. He was careful not to walk in large steps so that the girl could follow him. They managed to leave the forest and they joined other people climbing the stairs to the shrine.

His parents and Sayuri were not around and he would want to spend some time to look for the girl's parents.

He was glancing and the girl was holding his hand tightly. She was a lot happier when he was with her and he was quite worried. Normal children would feel insecure to walk with strangers but she was not afraid of him.

"You look like Primo!"

He could not stop thinking why she said that to him. He had the urge to ask when the girl suddenly stopped walking with him. He stopped as well and they were standing in front of the fish stall. She was looking at a small pool filled with goldfishes before she turned to look at him.

"Big brother! Can I try to scoop the goldfish?"

"You know how to scoop it?"

"I know! I just need to scoop it with a paper scooper, right?"

"What a smart girl," the stall owner chuckled as he looked at Yoshimune. "Who is this cute little girl? Your sister?"

"N-no, I mean, I am helping her to-"

"Ah, you are babysitting someone else's child," the stall owner laughed as he gave them the paper scooper. "Here, how about give it a try?"

The girl thanked the stall owner and she started to try scooping the goldfish. No matter how many times she was trying, her paper scooper would always break before she could try to get the goldfish. Her cheeks puffed and she felt annoyed. Yoshimune chuckled with amusement while looking at her reaction.

"That is not the way to scoop the goldfish. Let me show you."

Yoshimune pushed his sleeves away and he was placing his paper scooper closer to the water surface. He calmly waited for the goldfish to swim near the paper scooper and he scooped it from its head before he slipped it into a bowl of water. The girl watched with amazement while she clapped her hands.

"That's awesome, big brother! How did you do it?"

"You need to make sure not to make the paper partially wet or it will break easily. While scooping, you must scoop from its head instead of its tail because the tail's movement can rip the paper. Also, you need to learn to be patient while waiting for the goldfish to swim to the scooper."

"Oh, let me try again!"

The girl got another new paper scooper and she was waiting while trying not to make the paper partially wet. Once the goldfish's head was at the paper scooper's frame, she quickly scooped it and slipped into her bowl.

"I did it!"

"Congratulations," Yoshimune smiled. "You did well."

"Thank you, big brother!"

The stall owner filled two plastic bags with water and placing the goldfishes in each bag before he gave it to them.

They continued to walk around and Yoshimune had been asking any parents or adults if they had seen the girl's parents. He did not want to see the girl's sad face when she still could not get to see her parents, so he had been bringing her around to play some games to brighten her mood.

He secretly wished that he had a little sister to play with.

Once they were done, he brought her to the shrine to release the goldfishes they had scooped in the pond.

"Big brother?"

"Yes?"

"People usually would bring the goldfish home. Why we need to bring them here?"

"Well, that is because...this is their home."

"Their home?"

"Even if I want to bring them home, they do not have much freedom. Rather than keeping them, it would be better if we can just let them live in a better environment where they can meet more friends."

"Friends, huh?"

The girl was staring at the pond and her mind was thinking of something else. Yoshimune wondered if she had friends and he decided to take this chance to ask her.

"When we first met, you said that I look like Primo. May I know who is that Primo guy?"

"Oh, I always see him in my dream! He's the coolest and the most amazing man I've ever seen! He fought against the bad guys with his flames and his punches!"

"Flames? Punches?"

"Yes! He is so strong and I want to be as strong as him one day!"

"But...I do not think that I am as strong as this Primo," Yoshimune said nervously. "I have to wonder why I do look like him."

"Well, that's because...your soul is the same as he is."

"My...soul?"

"When I first saw you, I can immediately tell that you are not a bad guy. You are kind, gentle and helpful. That is what I like about you, big brother."

Yoshimune was stunned with the girl's words. She was so young and yet, she could see someone's character better than anyone else.

"Am I really...a kind person?"

"Yes, you are! Big brother, can I meet you again? I want to play more with you!"

He smiled warmly as he went on to touch her hair gently.

"Of course you can. I would love to play with you the next time we meet."

"Yay!"

"Before I forget, my name is Yoshimune. What is your name, little one?"

"Oh, my name is N-!"

He almost could know the girl's name when he heard loud sounds of rocket whistling, crackling and pops from the sky. He turned around and he could see colourful fireworks displayed at the night sky.

The sound was too loud that he found himself waking up from his house's living hall.

His eyes were wide open and it was still evening. The dream felt too real. Had he been sleeping for all this time?

"Yoshimune? Are you awake?"

He turned around and he saw his father standing at the dining room. Ieyasu was already wearing his yukata and he did not see his mother or Sayuri around.

"Father, where is mother? And Sayuri?"

"Oh, they already went to the shrine. Your mother wanted to wake you up but she noticed that you've been sleeping soundly. Shall we go and join them?"

He hastily nodded his head and he went to change his clothes. Both of them started to walk to the shrine along with other people. Yoshimune had decided to think that it was a dream and he had to admit that it was one of the most wonderful dreams he ever had.

He probably wanted to ask his father if he could get a little sister.

However, he was highly surprised when he saw something in the shrine's pond.

The two same goldfishes he scooped with the little girl in his dream.

He pinched his cheeks to make sure that he was not dreaming but it did not work. He recognised those goldfishes well. Could it be-

"Yoshi!! The fireworks show is about to start!!"

Sayuri was shouting for him and he had to leave to join his family. He apologised to her and when she was still pouting angrily, he snickered as he pinched her cheeks.

"Don't be angry, I'll get your favourite snack for you to eat as an apology."

"You will?"

"Yes, I will."

"Hey, Yoshimune. How about buying some for me and your mother?"

"F-father!"

They soon watched the colourful fireworks together with the Asari family and other people. Yoshimune secretly hoped that the girl, too watching the fireworks show with her parents and her friends.

"If we meet one day, let us play again, together."

A Night to Remember

Mention of Lila, Gabriel being a jackass, and of course some cute Marichat.

Ao3

Chapter 13 – The Kitty Apprentice

“What is the meaning of that interview, Adrien?” Gabriel stood at the top of the stairs as Adrien walked through the atrium doors. His usual scowl marked his face while his arms were crossed behind his body.

Adrien mentally sighed and rolled his eyes. “What ever do you mean, Father? I think the interview went well. I presented myself professionally and the media took my side over the relationship conundrum.”

“Do not play coy with me, boy. You know very well which part of the interview I am speaking about.” Gabriel made his way down the stairs. “You spewed hatred against Mlle. Rossi and made a mockery of her in front of millions of viewers!”

“And her reputation had spoken for herself during the akuma when she announced to everyone around her what she did to me and Marinette over the years!”

“Do you think that was necessary? Do you know that she came here and tried to argue your actions and tried to spew more slander against you while you were out gallivanting? Nathalie had to take a moment to escort her off the premises and give a statement to the press that have been staked out since the interview was broadcast, and who also saw the tantrum she displayed as she was escorted out.”

Adrien smirked at the idea of Lila throwing a child-like tantrum before turning back to his father with anger in his eyes. “She deserved it then for lying the way she did. All she did was slander my good name. Do you know what people said to me at school? The looks people gave me on the streets? They called me scum and a cheater. Do you want the face of Gabriel to be known as a cheater? Especially cheating on a sweet and innocent girl like Kagami? What I said needed to be said. She deserved every bit of spew that came out of my mouth.”

“Your disobedience continues to surprise me. All these years of grooming you to be a gentleman, to be poised and professional, and to be the perfect son and model, all for you to throw all that away for someone that stated a little white lie. All of that could be disclosed with a press conference, but you took it a step too far and renounced that girl on the news.”

“What’s done is done. If you want me to give out another statement, then fine, I will. But I’m done with her and her lies.” He stared down his father before walking around him and up the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gabriel hissed.

Adrien continued towards his room and responded with a smug tone. “Going to my room. That’s where you send me when your angry with my actions. I just decided to take action and end this conversation myself.”

Gabriel just stood there bewildered over his son’s actions. He was only startled back to reality when Adrien’s door slammed shut. Nathalie, who had been watching from a distance, mirrored Gabriel’s facial expressions before shaking her head and clearing her throat and walking hesitantly towards the frozen man.

“Sir?”

“I’ll be in my office. Only disturb me if it is important.”

-----xoxox-----

Plagg shot out of his chosen’s blazer and curled up on the pillow on the bed. He was staring intently at Adrien, watching him pace the length of the room as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

“Why does he have to act so... so... cold?” Adrien bellowed. “All he ever cares about is his brand. He doesn’t care that I am being harassed as long as the brand isn’t affected by it.”

Adrien stopped his pacing and turned towards Plagg. “I can’t stand being here anymore! Why did I decide to move back here? Why couldn’t I have stayed with Marinette until we finished school? Why did I have to have a heart and hoped that Father would make an effort to change his demeanor after that moment of hostility towards him a few weeks ago? Why do I still care so much!”

The kwami frowned as he watched his charge gesticulate his feelings and shivered when the tears slowly fell from Adrien’s eyes. He floated slowly towards Adrien’s face and nuzzled up against his cheek.  

“Why does he hate me so much?” His voice cracked in anguish.

Plagg knew that this lonely boy deserved so much more than what his father could give him. The pain in his chest and the sadness that poured through Adrien’s soul only confirmed it.  

“Hey kid. I know things are hard right now. In a few months, you can finally move out on your own. Maybe even room with a friend who’s also heading to university near you. You don’t have to be here forever you know.” Adrien wiped the stray tears that streaked his face with his palm as he nodded at Plagg’s assurance. “Do you want to go out and clear your head?”

“You- You actually want to go out?” Adrien sniffled.  

“Kid, I know when you need time to run. I get it. I would want to too if I had a dad like yours, and since you won’t let me cataclysm him, the next best thing is to keep up your rebellion streak tonight and head out while you still can.”

Adrien scratched Plagg in his favorite spot and told him to grab an extra bit of Camembert before he transformed. “I’ll give you a round when we get back.” Plagg purred in delight. “Plagg, claws out!”

-----xoxox-----

Chat Noir leaped across the skies while the shifting wind beat against his cheeks. He had no care in the world of where his destination would take him; all he cared was that he was far enough away from the cold and empty place of the mansion. He catapulted to one balcony and then hopped towards another, bolting left and right as he pushed the anger out of his body with every step he took. He felt like he was running for hours when he finally paused his run on a rooftop to catch his breath. When he looked around to determine where he was, he noticed a familiarity to the location. Peering to the left, he could see a light emanating from a skylight as the twinkle lights from a canopy glowed a yellow hue.

Marinette. He chuckled. Even as he mindlessly ran across the rooftops to clear his head, he still ended up at the home of the one person who could calm him down. If he needed more proof that he was in fact in love with this girl, then he would really have to be an idiot.

He hopped over to her balcony and tapped the glass of the skylight with his clawed finger. A short moment later, the blue-eyed girl pushed up on the glass and smiled sweetly to her visitor. “Chat? What do I owe this pleasure?”

“Princess,” he bowed “this stray cat was taking a rooftop stroll and happened to see you were still awake and I thought maybe she would like some company?” He smirked as he flexed in his usual Chat-like humor. “And maybe a round of Ultimate Mega Strike IV while enjoying some delicious pastries?”

Marinette shook her head as she quietly chuckled. “I’m sorry Chat, but I can’t play a game with you tonight. There is a dance at my school coming up and I have a few dresses I need to finish before then.”

Chat frowned. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I didn’t mean to bother you. I didn’t realize you were busy.” Chat turned around and grabbed his baton to extend it. “I’ll come back another night.”

“Wait!” Marinette reached out to grab onto his tail before he leaped away. He stopped and turned to her, noticing she was pressing her index fingers together as she thought about what she wanted to say next. “I didn’t say you had to leave. I just won’t be able to play video games tonight. I could use the company if you would still like to hang out?”

Chat smiled. “Of course, princess. How can I say no to that?”

Chat shimmied his way down the skylight after Marinette, careful of landing his boots away from her bed in case he still had any lingering dirt on them. He noticed that Marinette already made her way to her desk, grabbed her pincushion bracelet, and made her way over to the mannequin draped in a pink satin fabric. She started to pin up the waist, careful to pin the pleats in a uniformed size. He watched her in awe as she was laser-focused on the task at hand.

She could feel the gaze from the masked cat and an idea crossed her mind. Without looking up, she smirked at him. “If you’re going to stand there and watch me work while keeping me company, I might as well put you to work.” She placed one last pin before heading back to her desk and grabbing a pair of scissors. “I can trust you know how to use these, right?” He nodded. “On the table over there, there is a black pair of pants that I just hemmed. I would like it if you could cut here, here, and here. It doesn’t matter if there are frays; I need to finish the hem work anyways. I just need it to be as straight as possible. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Don’t worry, Marinette, I got this!”  

Chat worked diligently on his task while Marinette pinned in the elastic waistband on the dress she was working on. Every so often, Chat would look around to all the almost-finished designs that were spread around the room. A kitty with an attention span of a goldfish would always be curious, so this curious kitty had to ask: “Who are these dresses for and what have you got planned for them?”

Marinette smiled with elation. “The pantsuit you are working on is for Alix. She didn’t want a dress, and I’m glad she didn’t - it just doesn’t fit her personality. The white top beside it goes with it. I just need her to wear it to ensure the fit, and hers is pretty much done. Max is her date and asked for a tie to match. Alya’s is the orange dress hanging up. I just need to finish the stitch work on the bodice and have the final fitting for it. She requested an orange tie for Nino, so that slice of fabric there is for me to work on. The black and purple fabric over there,” she said as she pointed to the folded satin fabric on the table, “is for Juleka – she wants something more form fitting, so that one will be a little more work than everyone’s as I need it to be just right. I’m starting on hers tomorrow. And this one,” Marinette pointed to her mannequin, “is Rose’s. She wants a ball gown inspired dress, but short and bubbly. Right now I’m just bunching up the pleats before I cut the fabric and hem it.”

Chat looked all around him.  The designs that she had time to do plus the work already put into was incredible. She was going to be an amazing designer one day. Then a frown claimed his face. Where was her dress?  

Marinette saw the concerned look on Chat’s face. “Are you okay, Chat?”

“Where is your dress, Marinette? You must have a date to the dance, don’t you?”

The smile she gave him didn’t reach her eyes. “I don’t have a date yet. I haven’t started on my dress yet either.” She shrugged. “There is someone I hope that would ask me, but I’m not sure if he sees me more than a friend. I mean, he’s been acting sweeter towards me lately, but I don’t know if I’m reading too much into it or not. And I have an idea for a dress, but that can wait until I’m done with everyone’s first.”

Chat internally screams at the thought. Hopefully she means his civilian self. “Well you are pawsitively purrfect, princess. If he doesn’t take you, I will. And I know your dress will come out amazing.” Chat was smiling with a proud look on his face making Marinette snicker before throwing a pillow at his head.

“Thanks, Chat...” a warmth fills her chest that brought a loving smile to her face, “for everything.”

Fairy Tail’s Fairy Tales Chapter 3

((Part 3 of my contribution to the fairy tail big bang! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed!))

Wendy lit up, "That sounds like fun!" "What the heck is a fable?" Natsu asked. "It's a short story that teaches a moral." Wendy explained, flipping through pages, "I have the perfect one for you and Gajeel!" Natsu and Gajeel stared at each other skeptically and glanced in the book. "How the heck are we gonna do that?" Natsu asked. "You could change the plates into your elements." Wendy suggested. The duo agreed and grinned as they climbed onto the stage. 

THE FOX AND THE CRANE

A table was brought onstage and Natsu sat down at it. "Once upon a time, a fox-" "Wait a minute." Wendy's narration was interrupted when Gajeel stormed onstage. "Why is he the fox?! My name is literally Redfox!" "Only Natsu would be stupid enough to treat someone badly and not expect the same treatment back." Carla replied, coolly. Gajeel shrugged, "Alright." he pulled up a chair and sat at the table with Natsu. 

Wendy continued on with the story, "One day a fox invited a crane to his house for dinner." "So what are we eating?" Gajeel asked, leaning back and putting his feet up on the table. "I'll go get it." Natsu practically skipped offstage. ". . .I don't like where this is going." Gajeel said worriedly, as he sat up properly. Natsu came back onstage grinning. He set down two bowls of fire. "Enjoy!" Natsu sat down and began to eat. Gajeel simply stared at his bowl for a moment. ". . . Natsu, what the fuck is this?" "Dinner!" Natsu replied, eagerly slurping up his flames. Gajeel glared at him, speechless. Natsu glanced over at Gajeel's  bowl, "You gonna eat that?!" he asked hopefully. Gajeel stared at Natsu like he was an idiot, which he was. ". . .No." he said, simply. Natsu shrugged, "More for me!" he grabbed Gajeel's bowl and ate the flames out of that one too, then set down the empty bowl. "Well I enjoyed this!" Natsu declared, "Let's get together again soon!" With that, Natsu headed offstage. Gajeel glared after him, "Oh, we'll meet again." he vowed, menacingly. 

Natsu walked onstage next, this time Gajeel was the one grinning. "Thanks for inviting me to dinner, dude!" Natsu said eagerly. "Oh, it was my pleasure." Gajeel assured a little too earnestly. "So when do we eat?!" Natsu asked. "Right now." Gajeel pulled two bowls of scrap metal from under the table and slid one to Natsu before happily munching on the iron-filled snack. Natsu blinked and glanced to the other, "But Gajeel I don't eat met- Oh, I get it. . . " the fire slayer's shoulder's sagged. "You gonna eat that?" Gajeel asked, mockingly. Natsu crossed his arms over his chest and sulked, "No. . ." Gajeel grabbed the second bowl and began to eat that as well. Natsu stood and clambered offstage, grumbling bitterly as he walked back towards his table. 

Wendy turned back to the guild, "And the moral of the story is-" "Don't be an asshole!" Gajeel called from the stage. "Gajeel!" Carla scolded. "Well . . . he's not wrong. . ." Wendy admitted. Carla sighed, "Treat others as you wish to be treated." the exceed corrected. Gajeel headed back towards his table, "I liked that story, I got a free snack out of it." 

Carla glanced down at the next story and smiled, looking up to her dragon slayer. "Wendy perhaps you would like to be in the next story?" Wendy looked at the story and smiled, "I'd like that! You could be my grandmother! Oh. . . but who would narrate?" Wendy frowned. "I'll do it!" Chelia volunteered eagerly, "We need a hunter and a wolf. . ." she noted, humming. "But who would be mean enough to be the wolf?' Wendy asked. "The real question is who should never be left alone with a child." Carla said. 

The Thunder Legion all looked towards their most juvenile member, who was currently cooing over his babies. ". . . What?" Bixlow asked, obliviously. "Bixlow," Freed explained gently, "As idiotic as Natsu is, he has a good heart. And, for a short time, I would trust him alone with a child. I wouldn't trust you alone with a goldfish." "THAT WAS ONE TIME!!!!" Bixlow yelled angrily. "I LOVED THAT FISH!!!" Laxus replied bitterly. "IT'S BEEN FOUR YEARS, WHEN ARE YOU GONNA LET IT GO?!" "WHEN YOU GET ME A NEW FISH!" "I JUST WANTED TO SEE IF IT COULD SURVIVE IN JUICE!" "WELL HE COULDN'T!" "What are you two yelling about?" Makarov asked. "Laxus is still upset about Sparky and Bixlow is going to play the wolf." Freed explained, rubbing Laxus's back soothingly, "I suppose I could play the hunter." Freed offered. Wendy gasped excitedly, "Really Mister Freed?!" "It would be my pleasure. Come on, Bixlow." Freed stood and began walking towards the stage. Bixlow trudged after him, grumbling about goldfish. 

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

Chelia began narrating excitedly, "Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother. One day, the girl's mother told her to visit her grandmother in the woods. The mother gave strict instructions to stay on the path. She didn't want her daughter tripping and breaking the wine bottle for her grandmother." "Hey!" Wendy came onstage pouting. A red velvet cape with a hood decorated her shoulders, and she had a covered basket on one of her arms. "Years ago her grandmother had given her a red riding hood, and it suited her so well that everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood . . . we'll call her Red for short." Chelia decided. 

"So Red headed into the woods to visit her poor, sick grandmother, but along the way a wolf found her. Red had never met a wolf and so she wasn't afraid." Chelia continued. Wendy skipped across the stage. Suddenly Bixlow jumped out of nowhere to greet her. Wendy cried out and jumped back as Bixlow (who now had adorable puppy ears and a large fluffy tail attached to his personage) appeared. 

"Good day little Red Riding Hood." Bixlow greeted, grinning creepily. "Good day, Mister Wolf." Wendy replied, curtsying cutely. "Where ya goin' so early, Red?" Bixlow languidly leaned against a wall. "To my grandmother's!" Wendy replied cheerily. "Uh huh . . . And, uh, what's in the basket?" Bixlow asked, walking to her back and attempting to lift the cover on said basket. Wendy took a large step away from him, "Some cakes and wine for her. Granny is sick and mother says they will give her strength." "Ah. . ."  Bixlow ginned, "And . . . where exactly does your grandma live?" "A good quarter of a league further on into the woods, her house stands beneath three large oak trees, you surely must know it." Wendy replied cheerfully. Bixlow grinned and stepped forward, talking to the audience/guild. 

"She looks absolutely delicious." Bixlow cooed. The guild cringed. Somehow that sounded especially wrong coming from Bixlow . . . "She'll be way better to eat than the old hag- but if I work sneakily, I can eat both of them!" Bixlow stepped back to address Wendy again. 

"Why don't you relax, I mean," he gestured around the two of them, "Look! The flowers are growing, the birds are singing, what's the rush?" Wendy hummed in thought, "Well . . . I guess there is no rush . . . and Carla does love flowers!" Wendy dashed offstage, humming while Bixlow left on the other side of the stage. A bed was brought onstage, and Carla, in her human form climbed into it. 

"While Red gathered flowers, the wolf ran ahead to her grandmother's house." Chelia narrated dramatically. Bixlow darted onstage and knocked on a prop door. "Who is it?" Carla called from the bed. Bixlow brought his voice into a falsetto, "Little Red Riding Hood, I've brought you cake and wine from mother." "The door is open, I'm too weak to get up." Carla replied. Bixlow threw the door open and jumped onto the bed. Carla screamed and discretely hid under the bed. "The wolf came in and gobbled the poor woman up!" Chelia exclaimed, "Then he dressed in the grandmother's. . ." she trailed off as she watched Bixlow take off his shirt onstage. ". . . Clothes. . .  Uh, we weren't actually gonna do that part. . ." Chelia said concerned. "Oh, I don't mind." Bixlow assured, pulling on the granny dress. Laxus groaned and put his head in his hands. "I regret so much. . ." he muttered. "Would you like a drink, Laxus?" Mira offered. "Please."  Laxus replied, miserably. 

Wendy skipped back onto the stage, she now had a bundle of flowers in her basket as well. She stopped skipping and stared at the open prop door in fear and concern. "Oh dear. . . how uneasy I feel. . . and I love being with Carla so much . . . " she opened the door and tentatively entered, "Good morning." There was silence. Wendy approached the bed. 

"Oh, Carla! What big ears . . .you. . . uh. . ." she trailed off, realizing that Carla did in fact have large animalistic ears, "What gray ears you have."she corrected. "The better to hear you with, child." came Bixlow's falsetto reply. "But, Carla! What big eyes you have!" Wendy added." The better to see you with, my dear." Bixlow assured. "What big hands you have!" Wendy exclaimed. "The better to hug you with!" Bixlow cheered. "And what a big mouth you have!" "She's got that right. . ." Evergreen muttered. Laxus snorted. "The better to eat you with!" Bixlow leapt from the bed and tackled Wendy, she screamed before joining Carla under the bed. 

Bixlow stretched and yawned, "Nap time!" he declared, and flopped into the bed. He began snoring, loudly. Freed walked onstage in his usual clothes, save that his signature coat had been replaced with a leather hunting jacket. "Odd. . . Those are some awfully loud snores for an old woman. . ." the rune mage crept near the door and entered the room. "Ah, here you are, old sinner." Freed glared down at the sleeping form, "I have long sought after you!" he grasped his sword and pierced the mattress instead of Bixlow's stomach- tempted as he was to actually stab his teammate. 

Wendy and Carla climbed out from under the bed and leapt to their feet. "You've saved us!" Wendy exclaimed in joy. "Indeed." Freed agreed, "But something must be done about this wolf. I know! We'll fill his stomach with rocks!" Freed brought forward a bunch of rocks, which he happily tossed onto his teammate's chest, knocking the wind out of him. Bixlow gasped and staggered offstage in pain. "That's for Sparky." Freed declared. 

"The rocks were so heavy in his stomach that the wolf died, Red never wandered from the path again, and everyone lived happily ever after- the end!" Chelia finished. Wendy began clapping and the guild joined in. "That was great, Chelia!" Wendy hugged her friend eagerly. "You did great too, Wendy!" Chelia replied. "You look absolutely horrid in a dress, Bixlow." Freed said, struggling to keep a straight face. "You're an asshole." Bixlow replied, rubbing his sore chest.    

[2/2] The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit]

 CO-WRITTEN WITH @dovechim

Read the spin-off: The Airport Couple: P[ass]enger from Hell

➜ Words: 12k

➜ Genres: Tooth-aching Fluff, Extreme Crack, Smut (dear lord), Pilot!AU

➜ Summary: Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally. 

➜ Warnings: handjob, cum all over face (and near the eye which is super dangerous), tons of sexual innuendos, unsafe behaviour on a plane (please don’t do this!! This is a work of fiction only, hence please use discretion if any of you happen to be pilots yourself!)

➜ Notes: this was written with the lovely Addie @dovechim, so if you liked this, please send a sweet message her way as well as mine!! we decided to bring Park Jimin’s potential road rage into the air...lol, also please don’t have sex on a plane if you’re navigating/driving it....anyways, enjoy!

You’re stirred awake by the alarm you set on your phone just four hours ago, and you hurry to turn it off before anyone can complain. The pilot’s lounge is small, and from your position on the upper deck of the double decker bed, you can see a few sleeping bodies stir restlessly.   Your schedule says you have an international flight in just over two hours, so you force yourself to climb down as quietly as you can, making your way to the communal bathroom to make yourself presentable to the world. Right now you look like an exhausted witch who’s finally returned to her body after being god knows where, maybe asleep for ten decades.   On the way you are accosted by your fellow co pilot, and he has to shake you by the shoulders a few times to really wake you up.   “Hey, you checked today’s flight schedule right?” Namjoon says, repeating his question louder when you take a tad too long to answer him, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.   “Yes, yes…what kind of pilot do you think I am? Of course I checked it. I checked it before my nap.” You brush his hand away, almost losing your grip on your makeup bag in the process. “Let me go, I need to remember how to be awake again.”   “No, it’s been changed, you see,” Namjoon clarifies. “I was just notified of the change just an hour ago. Apparently there’s been some reshuffling, and we’re not doing today’s flight together anymore.”   The revelation really gives you a wake up call, and you open your eyes wide, scrambling for your phone to check if he’s right. But Namjoon spares you from it.   “You’re with Park now. I got pushed to the 2.15 flight to Bangkok tomorrow.” Namjoon finally releases his grip on you, giving you a look that you recognise as pity.   Oh god. Thinking that today’s flight would be an easy one as Namjoon’s co pilot, you hadn’t spent much time going through the flight plan like you normally would if you were with Jimin. Flying with Namjoon is an absolute pleasure. The man is so pleasant and nice to talk to, and the two of you often have philosophical discussions while 3000 feet in the air. He really makes the time fly by, literally and figuratively.   But Park Jimin… that man is a whole other story.   Now you can really feel the panic starting to set in, waking you up more effectively than any cup of coffee. In your entire team, everyone, including you, dreads having Park Jimin as a captain. It’s not that he’s incompetent or anything, it’s just his… less than graceful landings and his absolutely filthy mouth, which would have gotten him kicked off the team were he not so talented.   In other words, people say that Park Jimin has road rage. Or in this case, air rage.   Immediately thrown into a state of panic, you leave Namjoon in the hallway and rush through your bathroom routine, ignoring the buzzing in your back pocket in favour of making sure you get your makeup done in under five minutes flat.   You just manage to answer his third call as you step out of the bathrooms, and Park Jimin barks in your ear right away.   “Where are you? We need to review the flight data and fuel gauge. I just finished the aircraft check and—”   “Good morning to you too,” you grumble as your heels pinch your toes. “I just found out about the shuffle.”   “Aren’t you absolutely thrilled to be my co-pilot?” You can almost see Jimin’s gloat from this end of the line. “I think you really lucked out today. We haven’t done a flight together in… how long? I can’t believe I finally get to pilot a plane with my best friend.”   “I’m… um… thrilled of course,” you struggle to inject some enthusiasm into your voice.   Park Jimin himself is unaware that people call him the Angry Bird. Of course, you want to spare his feelings as much as possible by keeping it from him, but something tells you that your best friend’s ego is far too big to be deflated just like that. The man knows he’s talented, one of the best pilots in the team.   Your standard routine is to get a latte and a sandwich from the airport Starbucks since in-flight meals are absolutely revolting. Then, you’ll contact the scheduling department to confirm your flight check in before going through the standard security checks before doing exterior and cock-pit checks.   Jimin is already waiting at Starbucks with your drink and a paper bag, and you wonder if he even slept at all for this early morning flight, but you push those thoughts aside when you realise that he isn’t he isn’t alone. He seems to be talking to one of the air crew...or rather, flirting.   “You’re so funny, Jimin!” The head stewardess is giggling softly with a white-gloved hand covering her mouth as if she’s trying to be polite and hide her perfect teeth. Flight attendant uniforms are a lot prettier than your standard white shirt, black trouser duo. She’s wearing a royal blue blazer and pencil skirt that emphasizes her feminine figure perfectly, white shirt and a floral scarf tied into a bow around her neck.   Meanwhile, you’re stuck in this terrible dress pants and blouse. You’ve never looked good in pants, and let’s face it, dress pants only look good on men. Your blazer isn’t even fitted for heaven’s sake. You’re almost envious at how stunning she looks, attire hugging her hourglass body shape, yet retaining a classy vintage sort of aesthetic. Her dark hair is tucked into neat bun at the back of her head, a rosy hue staining her lips, wearing enough makeup to make you suspect that she has someone to impress.   “Am I?” Jimin laughs obnoxiously and you narrow your eyes at how picturesque they look next to each other, like the perfect couple to represent the airline’s advertisements. You resist the urge to frame them with your fingers just for the sake of it. “I didn’t think my story of accidentally flushing my pet goldfish down the toilet would be that funny. My brother was furious when he realised what happened to Sushi.”   The head stewardess brushes her hand on his arm, laughter still bubbling at her pretty lips. She’s practically salivating and drooling all over him. The flirting is hardcore and sickening to observe. “No, you just know how to make others laugh that’s all. You’re too sweet.”   “Why, thank you.” Jimin is practically beaming like the motherfucking sun from the praise and you roll your eyes, interrupting with a loud ‘ahem’, noisily like you’re choking on a chicken bone. Jimin turns and his brows raise, a bigger and more genuine grin spreading through his face. “______!”   “You’re here early,” you comment as you take your drink and sandwich from him, peeking into the bag to confirm that he bought you your favourite: tuna and egg mayo.   “I was up early to iron this,” Jimin beams as he puffs up his chest to show off his pilot’s uniform, consisting of a navy blue blazer and white dress shirt, and dress pants to match. He tugs on his tie a bit before smoothing it out with his hands. “Didn’t I iron it well? It took me almost two hours. And I even shined my shoes too!”   “It looks great, Jimin! You look so sharp and handsome,” the girl at his side almost coos, and it makes the coffee in your mouth turn bitter. She places an arm on his bicep to get Jimin’s attention even though it’s clear that his questions were directed at you, and Jimin glances at her for a brief second.   “Oh, ______, this is Yoonji. She’s flying with us later, and we just happened to run into each other just before you came.”   You give her a brief nod. Typically, you don’t really interact with the flight crew until an hour before departure, but you suppose that it wouldn’t hurt to get on more friendly terms with them. Jimin has bragged to you a million times about how he was able to get non-alcoholic champagne delivered to the cockpit just because he was close to a stewardess or two, on the rare occasion even snagging a first class meal of lobster tail.   But you prefer to keep to yourself even if it means having to scarf down a lunch of overcooked, dry beef lasagna. Something about the way she’s clinging on to Jimin’s arm and shooting him looks of adoration sets you on edge, and you give Jimin a nudge.   “We need to get through customs. How did you already review the flight plan?” You start to walk towards the departures area and Jimin tags along after saying a hasty goodbye. “That’s fast. I thought you only checked the revised schedule an hour ago.”   “Oh, I was finishing up another flight simulation when Namjoon texted me to tell me,” Jimin answers, checking his reflection in a passing surface. “So the hardworking me thought I might as well just call up the flight plan and get it done.”   You turn to frown at him. “Wait, another flight sim? Isn’t this your third one this week? Park, are you even sleeping anymore? You realise that you have a bed at home that needs to be used right?”   Jimin seems to be a little embarrassed to be called out like this, as he rubs the back of his neck. “Yoongi assigned me a couple more. Said it was because I got several complaints about my landing last time.”   “Yoongi…? Isn’t that…the name of the flight stewardess just now?” Your first instinct is to jump to his defense. “And was it the early AM flight to Japan last week? Come on… I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”   You’re lying. Namjoon had been the one to co pilot that flight with him, and when he got back he’d told you that there was so much turbulence mid-flight that two passengers threw up, and another three had to request for medical attention for their migraines. And the weather had been perfectly fine. His landing had been rough as usual, even though he swears it’s because “the Narita airport has an uneven runway”.   Usually on flights with him you try to schedule it so that he does takeoffs and you do landings, but that sometimes it can’t be helped, the shifts don’t rotate that way. If Pilot Jimin has one flaw, it would be rough landings. Everything else he excels at, flight rage aside.   “No, no, that was Yoonji, this is Yoongi,” Jimin clarifies with a wave of his hands before sighing melodramatically. “And I know right? My flight hours must have doubled in the last month alone.”   Security check is sped up for air crew since you already know the process like the back of your hand, and you and Jimin are through to the airside and on your way to the plane to carry out the cockpit checks. On the way, you review all the information given, from the weather to the number of passengers and the other crew members working on the same flight. And after both you and Jimin work out the flight plan, you file with air traffic control.   That’s when your phone rings, right as you’re on your way to meet with the rest of the crew in the crew’s waiting lounge just before you board the plane.   The first thing you hear is cackling, so loud that it might as well been a blow horn in your ears. You wince, taking the mobile device off your ear and hoping your eardrums aren’t permanently damaged. Immediately, Jimin looks over with concern, but you don’t give him a chance to ask.   “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jin?” You speak sharply and the man continues with his shrill laughs on the other line.   “You’re co-piloting for Jimin?!” Seokjin is in absolute hysterics and you can only imagine his punchable face behind your eyelids. “Rest in peace, ______. I hope you survive and if not, I’ll leave a nice note in your obituary. The entire control tower is panicking right now, it’s hilarious.”   “What’s he saying?” Jimin invades your personal space, putting his face in front of yours to steal back your attention and also being too curious for his own good.   “Nothing. Just that he’s going to be our air traffic control officer and he’s excited since it’s you and he’ll have an easy time,” you manage to lie and Jimin stands straighter, a huge smile plastered across his cheeks, satisfied from the praise.   Jin continues laughing chaotically on the other-line. “Oh my god, you are so whipped for him. Why do you even bother trying to save his ego? Do you want some of his ass that bad? I’ll admit, it’s a pretty good fucking ass, plump like two giant pumpkins in a pumpkin patch, but damn dude, even my thirst wouldn’t let me lie that far—”   You close your eyes at the very descriptive imagery of your pilot’s ass. No, you can’t be thinking about Park Jimin’s ass right now, not when you’re about to be stuck in a cockpit with him for the next six hours, alone. Damn it, you really don’t need this right now.   “I know, right? Jimin's a great captain. He aced all the exams back in the academy and gave me a run for my money.” You give some awkward laughter and Jimin’s practically floating beside you, glowing like a flashlight from the compliments he hears coming out of your mouth. His pink cheeks looks like they’ll burst any second now. “Oh, the weather’s still good? That’s great! Not too cloudy either?”   “Look, all I’m saying is that Jimin’s got some...air rage and you seem to be the only one who makes it better. In all the flights I’ve done with him, I must say you have a special talent for containing the Park Rage. ” Jin barely composes himself and he mumbles something about his job. “If I had to guess, I’d think that you had some special way of calming him down, and what calms a man down faster than anything? A blowjob. Or just a simple handy really. Props to you for handling all that equipment so well, a joystick in one hand and-”   “KIM SEOKJIN!!!!!!” You yell out his name to stop him from his tirade, all too aware that Jimin could overhear him at any second. Your breath is coming in flustered pants and Jimin is staring at you in concern, even raising a hand to your forehead to check if you have a temperature. You bat his hand away hurriedly to keep some distance in between the two of you as you realise that Seokjin is still rambling. Something about not getting the controls wet…   “Seokjin, uh, we have to check in now so talk to you later! Bye!”   “-should maybe just swallow to save you the trouble- alright alright, just say safe, okay? That goes for the both of you. Good luck. And for the love of god, don’t crash the plane.”   “Wow, that’s some solid advice. Very good. I’ll have to write that down.”   Jimin is infamous everywhere he goes and at this point, every airport knows his name. But his turbulence really isn’t that bad. And you’re not just defending him because he’s your best friend and those are your obligated duties. Most passengers don’t mind that it’s a bumpy ride since he always gets to the destination half-an-hour faster. Sure, one time he accidentally left the intercom on the whole flight and everyone heard him cursing and swearing. But it isn’t that terrible.   “Ooh, what was all that about?” Your best friend’s eyes glimmer when you hang up the phone.   You frown. “What do you mean?”   “You and Seokjin….?” Jimin wiggles his brows up and down, even playfully nudging you. But even if he’s joking around, your heart is pierced. But like instead of Cupid aiming its bow at you, he’s stabbing you over and over again with an arrow. You can’t believe Jimin would even insinuate such a thing and be seemingly not affected at all. Goes to show his flirting means nothing.   It’s time to get your head out of the gutter.   “Oh god, no.” You shake your head. “No, not at all.”   “That’s some passionate denial,” he muses.   “What about you and the head stewardess?” You raise your own brows, clearing your throat and stealing a glance at him. “Planning to get it on with her? In all honesty, she’s hot. Even I’d smash that, so….”   “You mean Yoonji?” Jimin’s lips are pouty and he shrugs. “Maybe. I dunno know. I don’t even know where I’d take her.”   “You can’t take her anywhere,” you snort before nudging him this time. “How can you take her on a date if you can’t even drive a car.” It’s ironic, really. Park Jimin can drive a plane, but not a motorized vehicle. You’ll never stop giving him shit for it.   One time, you tried to take it upon yourself and teach him how to drive. All you remember about that day is a barrage of swearing, Jimin’s fists pounding against the horn, and a few near miss altercations. After that day, you had to replace the battery for your car’s horn, and designate yourself to be his driver for the rest of your life.   “Heyyyy, we can always take the bus.” He nudges you back, making you stumble on your feet as squeaky giggles stream from his mouth. “You wouldn't mind taking the bus with me.”   “You’re right, I wouldn’t,” you mutter bitterly, the singleness of your life suddenly hitting you hard. Maybe Jin’s right. Maybe you are too whipped for your friend. Somehow, you suspect Jimin’s innocent smiles and whiny, clingy personality that plagued you for all these years was a tactic to lock you down and keeping you single forever, pinning after something that can never be achieved.   Of course. The bastard would do something like that.   You really need to go on a date soon….or at least get a decent dicking.   “You’re frowning again.” He pokes the scrunch between your brows and you flinch. Jimin laughs and throws an arm around your shoulder, patronizing you as if you were his younger sibling. “Y’know, I still haven’t gotten my thank you yet. I had to stand in a ten minute line to get your favourite sandwich and I even got your favourite coffee. I remembered how many sugars and creams. Tell me I did a good job.”   Sometimes, you’re baffled at how shameless he is.   “You did a good job,” you state impassively, not even hesitating or bothering to make eye contact with him before taking another sip of your drink.   Jimin’s arm suddenly tightens around your neck, making you choke on your coffee and wheeze. He pulls you closer, lips pursed in a tight-line. “I’d more genuine about that, ______,” he whispers lowly in your ear.   Immediately, you pull him off of you, gaining some distance and making it easier to breathe. And it’s not because of the near choke hold he had with his biceps around your neck. Your thumb shoots up, a twitching grin lifting on your cheeks, and you inhale. “Wow~ you can stand in a line for ten minutes?! Amazing! You are the strongest. The mightiest. Park Jimin, everybody. You are my biggest role model. I can’t believe you even paid for me?! What a kind hearted man. Truly. The. Best!”   Jimin laughs so hard he folds his entire body in half. “That’s not what I mean!” Despite getting embarrassed from your excessive, exaggerated praise and the people around who shoot you two odd looks, you can tell the little shit loves every second of your attention.   “C’mon, hurry up.” You tug on his sleeve, dragging him away with your own smile on your face. “Everyone’s waiting for us. We’re going to be late.”   As much as Jimin fucks around, what surprises you the most is how serious he can be about his job. It nearly gives you whiplash at the change in personality. From boyish and aggravatingly annoying to being professional and stern.   Times like these, you remember why you don’t run for the hills whenever he’s around.   Even though you’ve all signed the flight release forms about a thousand times, Jimin still takes the time to read through every word before inking his name at the bottom. And when it’s time to meet the rest of the crew, he greets every single one of them by name, making them feel at ease with his lame jokes. Jimin truly is the mood maker of your team.   “Ready for the cock-pit check, co captain?” Jimin shoots you a grin as he pauses at the doorway of the plane, making a grand sweeping gesture as he bows his head. “Ladies first.”   “Didn’t think you’d pass up on a chance for an innuendo there,” you give him a wry smile as you make your way into the cockpit, retrieving the flight log and preparing to go through it and make sure that any required inspections and repairs to the aircraft have been duly carried out.   “If you wanted to inspect my cock, you could have just said so,” Jimin grins from ear to ear, as if he was just waiting for you to bring it up. He seats himself in the pilot’s position, going through the controls and making sure everything is in working order.   You let out a loud groan in response, rolling your eyes at him. “And there goes my last shred of respect for you.”   The two of you work in silence for a moment, like a well oiled machine as Jimin goes through the position and the operation of the plane’s systems before recording them meticulously onto the flight log that you pass to him. He inspects your work with a thorough glance before signing at the bottom, and you move on to contacting the control tower for a weather update.   “This is KR130 to control tower. KR130 departing from Incheon, Seoul, destination Hong Kong. Estimated departure time is 11.40AM, flight duration 4 hours. Requesting pre departure weather report.”   “Control tower to KR130,” Seokjin radios back. “Weather report is slightly cloudy, wind speed is…. Ah you know what, I’m lazy to read this all out. I’ve sent it to your printer and you can read it yourself.”   You make sure the radio is off before asking yourself why you even bother radioing him if he’s just going to send you all the information by bluetooth to your in-flight printer anyway. The printer sputters to life behind you, and you spin around on your chair to grab the stacks of papers it spits out to review while Jimin is doing the external walk around to examine the body of the plane.   This is another reason why you’ve harboured a secret crush on Jimin for this long — he is considerate beyond belief. By doing most of the external checks, he saves you from having to go out into the cold and brave the winds in your heels.   When he returns, his cheeks are red and his nose is pink, his hair windswept as he rubs his hands together rapidly. You have to physically stop yourself from reaching over to pinch his cheeks and rub them in between your own hands, instead you have to keep your thoughts about how cute he looks like this to yourself.   “Weather report done?” Jimin blows into his clasped hands as he takes his seat again.   “Done, passenger count done too. The plane should be boarding right about now,” you check the time on your watch. Everything seems to be set so far. The check-lists are finished, the inspection for emergency equipment, electrical circuit breakers and the departure briefing has been completed as well.   “Hmm, well we’re done with the pre flight checks, wanna go greet the passengers?” Jimin adjusts a few more levers and switches before turning to you. His eyes are sparkling with excitement and you know interacting with travelers was one of Jimin’s favourite parts about the job. You don’t mind it either since it was always interesting to see where everyone was going and for what reason. Often times, you’d like to play games inside your head, guessing if they are traveling for work or personal reasons, or maybe something crazy like a husband running off on a rendezvous with his mistress who’s actually a private investigator hired by the wife.   Things get wild in your mind sometimes.   “Alright, let’s go.”   When you both leave the cockpit, a few first-class passengers have already boarded and Yoonji, the head stewardess is standing with her hands folded together, pretty smile placed on her lips. As passengers enter, she bows from her waist and Jimin nods with his hands behind his back. “Welcome to Asiana Airlines! We hope you enjoy the flight!”   “Hello!” Yoonji is so pretty, you can’t stop staring at her. She has clear skin, a perfectly oval face, long lashes, pink cheeks, bright eyes — you think you might actually be falling in love with her. It’s no wonder Jimin’s so smitten with the woman; the one peek she steals at your partner in crime, the shy smile she gives, it has you swooning. “Hello! Good afternoon! Welcome to Asiana Airlines!”   The trance you’re in is shattered when Jimin roughly nudges you. “______.” He smiles when he finally has your full attention again. “You never told me what you thought about my ironed uniform. See? I ironed it. It took a lot of work!”   “Yes, yes,” you mutter to appease him. “It’s very well done.”   “And I packed really well too! TSA didn’t stop me this time. Did you notice?”   You’re not sure why he’s being embarrassing directly in front of other people like this. Usually he would bring his attention-starved puppy nature in private, gloat at your praise when it’s just the two of you. You’re about to shove him to the ground, but Yoonji turns around instead with a small giggle.   “You’re really cute, Jimin,” she says with a blazing smile.   That little shit. Was he really using you to get a compliment from another girl instead?! The audacity!   You’re about to give him a piece of his mind, struck with hurt that you were used in such a way, but then Jimin quirks his head to the side, giving the stewardess the most blank expression. “I was asking ______, not you.”   She blinks. You whirl your head towards him, brows furrowing, wholly confused. The head stewardess opens her mouth, maybe to apologize for interrupting your private conversation, but then someone staggers onto the plane, pushing up her little reading spectacles and croaking out, “Excuse me, dear. Could I get some help?”   “Certainly.” Yoongi steps towards her and helps with the old woman’s luggage.   “Oh, thank you. I just can’t seem to find where my seat number is on this ticket. They ought to have it bigger, at least for people like me.”   “Let’s see here. You’re in 27C. Let me help you!” The head stewardess kindly leads the old woman down the aisle, swiftly avoiding other passengers who are getting settled and putting the baggage in the overhead bins. When she’s out of earshot distance, you spin towards your captain with a scowl and a harsh whisper.   “What was all that about?”   He’s unfazed, batting his lashes innocently. “What do you mean?”   “I mean you were kind of a jerk just now,” you sigh out with arms crossed. “You were a blatant rude asshole and it came out of nowhere.”   “Would you rather me be nice to her then?” Jimin raises his brows, eyeing you carefully. “You want me to flirt with her?”   “I-....I mean...I...” You’re stuttering like a damn fool and it takes a deep breath before you get a grip on yourself. “I don’t want you to be a douchebag. Did you get a stroke, dude? Aren’t you trying to win a date with her?”   “I never said that. Not once. You said that, but never me.” There’s a glimmer of mischief in his eyes and he bumps his shoulder with yours. “Frankly, I don’t want to win a date with anyone, but you.”   “Oh my god.” You roll your eyes to the back of your skull. “Don’t even, Park. I’m trying to have a serious conversation here. For once, can you just not be yourself?”   Jimin laughs and you decide it’s better to ignore him. Passengers come filing through the door, greeting you with anticipating and nervous smiles. You greet them one by one, wishing them a good flight. But it still doesn’t stop Jimin from being an ass and purposely enjoying how he gets onto your nerves. When you tell someone you like their hair, he asks you what you think of his hair. You’d sucker punch him in the gut to get him to stop, but you’d rather not get filmed and go viral on YouTube with a viral clickbait title: ‘PILOTS FIGHT TO DEATH (GONE WRONG) (GONE SEXUAL) POLICE 9-11 CALLED!’   As you’re trying to peel a clingy Jimin off your side and try your best to disregard his annoying behaviour, another person captures your attention, or rather, the cutest goddamn child you’ve ever seen.   The four-year old has a massive Mickey Mouse backpack that’s bigger than his entire torso, larger than his vibrant green overalls and hanging on his shoulders. His black hair is ruffled and sticking up like he hasn’t run a comb through it since yesterday. Yet, despite appearing like he just woke up from a nap, his large eyes are alert, wide and bright. He runs onto the plane and looks in every single direction like a hyperactive hyena ready to run wild. “Hi!”   You lean down with a tiny smile. “Hello there…”   Deep down inside you pity the stewardesses- they’re going to have a lot on their hands for this flight. As for you, the soundproof, access denied cockpit is the main reason why you can coo over this cute little tyrant.   “Is this the plane?!” He’s leaning back to look at the two of you, grinning and amazed as if you’re the biggest heroes in the world.   “You bet it is, bud.” Jimin smiles, amused with the child and having his heart strings tugged. As many rude and irritated passengers that you get, once in a wild even getting an unruly one that needs to be removed, there were some travelers that make up for the bad ones.   “This is so cool!” The child hops both feet like a rabbit on a sugar-high. His hair flops as he jumps. “Does this plane shoot guns?!”   “I wish.” Jimin’s brows furrow slightly in disappointment, though his lips remain upturned “But unfortunately, this isn’t a fighter jet. We’re just a normal commercial plane.”   Thank god. You can’t even begin to imagine what would happen if Jimin had access to deadly arsenals in the air. He might just open fire on the unfortunate bird who decided to cross his flight path.   “What’s there?” The kid leans over, looking between your legs towards the door.   “It’s my cock……..—pit.” Jimin adds on the last syllable a few seconds later and he has a sheepish smile when you glare at him. “It’s where we sit and drive the plane.”   The boy hums and nods rapidly, almost breaking his neck doing so. Then his irises glitter as he gazes up at you. “Can I drive the plane?”   “You need a licence.” You try to let him down gently, scared of disappointing him. “Give it a few years and with some hard work, maybe you can one day!”   He doesn’t seem that broken-hearted over the news and moves onto his next curious question, so straightforward that it nearly gives you whiplash. “What happens if we fall in the sky?”   “Uh, hopefully that won’t happen.”   “Don’t worry.” Jimin’s hand lifts and he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly while gazing softly at your profile. “If it does, I’ll catch you.”   You turn to him with yet another look, unable to discern whether he means you or the kid, but this time you can’t help the tiny smile that graces your features. “We’ll burn and crash together, idiot.”   “Hoseok!” The child’s parents finally appear, lugging all their belongings with them. You suppose it must be a family vacation and it seems like the mom needs it. She appears exhausted and you’re sympathetic. “I’m sorry, he’s such a handful.”   “Not at all. We’re happy to have him onboard!” And you really mean it. You haven’t seen such an eager passenger in a long while.   “This is the first time he’s been on a plane,” his father says and takes Hoseok’s hand while two duffle bags are piled on his shoulders.   “Really?” Jimin squats down. “Well guess you’re in for a real surprise, buddy. It’s going to be great!”   With Jimin as captain, it’ll be more like a roller coaster. But they don’t need to know that.   The two parents wave goodbye, expressing their gratitude for taking the time to indulge in their son’s curiosity. Hoseok waves as well, shouting a shrill ‘see you later’ that has first-class passengers glaring. You watch as they walk down the aisle towards economy class and Jimin gets back on his feet, glancing at your profile before leaning over and whispering in your ear, “You like children?”   “The cute ones,” you muse with a shrug.   “Well, if you ever want a kid, I can help you with that…” Jimin peeks at you slyly, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards when his pupils glance at your pink lips. “....just make sure you don’t accidentally swallow it.”   “Jimin!” Your face heats up immediately at his implication and he relishes in your expression.   “Our kid would be cute, right?” Jimin has a cheeky smile. “You gotta admit, they’d be one beautiful baby.”   It’s harder and harder to brush him off, and you’re at a loss for words. Just the thought of being in that position, on your knees sucking him off makes it harder to breathe, and it’s not the stale recycled air of the plane that’s affecting you. You have no idea whether he’s joking or not, but he’s never been this direct before. You don’t want to shut him down for fear of him simply laughing at you and telling you to lighten up, so instead of answering you turn away from him and head toward the safety of the cockpit to prepare for takeoff.   Once inside the cockpit, you know you’re saved because of the sterile cockpit rules that allow only essential communication between pilot and co-pilot. It only lasts till the plane reaches an altitude of 10,000 feet, but at this point you can’t exactly put a wall between you and Jimin, so that’ll have to do for now.   “KR130 to Control Tower, permission to begin taxi,” you say into the radio after you seat yourself on Jimin’s right hand.   “Permission granted, begin taxi toward runway 12,” Seokjin’s reply comes back over the air.   With clearance from air traffic, you reach for the plane’s intercom and flick it on. “Good morning, this is your co-pilot ______ speaking. A very warm welcome to Asiana Airlines, this is flight KR130 from Seoul, Incheon to Hong Kong, and we thank you for flying with us today. Our flight this morning is an estimated four hours, and we are currently second in line for take-off. We ask that you kindly remain in your seats with the seatbelts fastened, with your seats and the table tray in upright position and secure all baggage in the overhead compartments. Smoking is strictly prohibited aboard this aircraft. Thank you for choosing Asiana Airlines and enjoy your flight.”   Jimin flicks a few switches to fire up the engines and double checks the critical airspeed as the plane slowly rumbles into a slow amble toward the active runway. It continues to taxi for a few minutes till the signal for takeoff crackles over the radio.   On Seokjin’s cue, you flick on the intercom again. “Cabin crew please arm doors and cross check.”   “Cross check complete,” Yoonji replies.   “Cabin crew please be seated for takeoff,” you impart your final instructions over the intercom as Jimin begins to rev up the engines and the plane roars to life.   The initial thrust of the plane sends a thrill singing through your veins as the whirr of the engines sound in your ears. The plane begins to pick up speed, and you keep an eye on the speed gauge in order to alert Jimin when the critical airspeed is reached.   “V1,” you alert him when the plane’s speed reaches the critical value in which the take-off must be performed, and Jimin barely acknowledges you with a nod. Shortly after, you alert him again, “VR.”   That’s when he starts to lift the plane’s nose into the air, and the rest of its body follows as it glides into the air seamlessly. You feel the lift of the plane in the pit of your stomach as you monitor the altitude, retracting the flaps and wheels once you reach 400ft.   You work in silence for a moment, busying yourself with after-take off and climb checklists while Jimin mans the helm, occasionally communicating with air traffic control and monitoring the atmospheric pressure, making changes should there be a need to. Once the aircraft reaches above an altitude of 10,000 feet, Jimin switches over onto autopilot, reaching over to your side to flick on the intercom, his hands dangerously near your thighs.   “Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” he says into the intercom with a charming smile that resonates in the smooth lilt of his voice. “This is your very handsome captain Park Jimin speaking. I’m pleased to welcome you aboard flight KR130, we are currently cruising at an altitude of 30,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles an hour. The current local time is 11:53AM, the weather looks good and with the current tailwind on our side we are looking to reach Hong Kong an estimated 15 minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around in about twenty minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight.”   You’ve always admired the professional ease with which Park Jimin does his announcements. His voice over the airwaves sounds absolutely melodic and entirely at ease, and the look on his face tells you that it’s one of his favourite parts about flying as well. Unlike you, announcements come easily to him, the words just flow from his lips and he doesn’t seem the least bit nervous at all.   Focusing your attention straight ahead to keep yourself from ruminating over the side profile of his pouty lips, you hope and pray for this flight to go by quickly.   “Jimin, it looks like there are some dark clouds ahead,” you caution him, frowning as you cross check Seokjin’s weather report once more.   Jimin notices the clouds too, and he begins to swear under his breath, and that’s when it all begins. Park Jimin’s famous air rage.   “Fucking Kim Seokjin, sunny weather and slight wind? What kind of idiot does he think I am? All those flight plans gone to waste...” He mutters to himself as he begins to make calculations and calibrations to alter the flight path, keeping an eye on the atmospheric pressure at the same time. “At this rate he should be a weatherman instead, that way he’ll at least have a fucking reason to be wrong all the time!!!”   You are working furiously to support his calibrations, attempting to radio back to the control tower to get an update on the weather.   Jimin grunts under his breath as he tosses the report aside. “Forget it, it’s fucking useless. KIM SEOKJIN YOU PIECE OF SHIT, MOVE THOSE FUCKING CLOUDS NOW OR ELSE!!!!”   Make no doubt about it, Park Jimin may seem like a cute angel who can do no evil, but catch him in a mood like this… He is practically roaring in that tiny little cockpit, so much so that you even wince a little at how loud he gets.   “Jimin,” you caution him. “It’s just the weather, you know control tower can’t do anything about that-”   That’s when you notice the red light of the intercom still flickering, and you gasp, diving toward it to switch it off immediately. Jimin whips his head around to stare at you when he hears your gasp, raising an eyebrow in question, anticipating some sort of problem. 

“No, no, everything’s fine,” you wave a hand at him. “It’s just um… you forgot to turn off the intercom.”   And that unleashes a whole litany of curses once more, after he makes sure the intercom button is securely turned off, that is. Your temples are throbbing, imagining the uproar that must be occurring in the cabins right about now.   Kim Seokjin is going to have a field day when he hears about this. You can already hear his window wiper laughter in your mind. And when you close your eyes you can see the stack of reports waiting to be written about this incident, all courtesy of Mr Park Jimin of course.   “Fuck. these. birds!”   “What did birds ever do to you?” You’re slightly amused at how cute and small Jimin is when he’s been reduced to a ball of anger, and another part of you has accepted that this is who he is. He’s still a good pilot...with only a quirk or two.   “Exist,” he spits out. “And get in my way.”   The worst thing that could happen is if he busted a vein at his temple or got a heart attack from high-blood pressure, so you try to placate him. “Calm down, Jimin.”   “Don’t tell me to calm down,” he huffs out and shoots you a glare, caught up in his fury to act rationally. “You act as if I’m unreasonably angry.”   Trying to reason him is like trying to use logic with a child. “Well, maybe because you are unreasonably angry.”   There’s a moment of silence. You heave a sigh of relief, happy that it’s over. It’s not like you like arguing with your best friend and it’s not like you bicker often either. But then— “I am your captain. That’s no way to speak to me.”   “Excuse me?!” Your mouth drops and your brows shoot upwards, turning to look at the profile of his impassive face.   “We’re friends, but when we work together, I still have seniority over you,” Jimin says and the sudden cold tone shocks your system. “For one, you’re supposed to call me ‘sir’ and you do as I tell you.”   You scoff, unable to believe he’s redirecting his air rage onto you. “Or else what? What are you gonna do?”   “...I’ll throw you off this plane.”

“Oh my god.” It’s so outrageous, you feel steam coming out of your ears, your pressurized temper blowing off its cap. “That sounds like a fantastic idea! Just strap a parachute to my back and throw your co-pilot off this plane! The airline would fucking love that, wouldn’t they?!”   “Why can’t you agree with me on anything?!” Jimin’s frown deepens and his pitch increases in volume to match yours. “You don’t think these birds and fucking clouds are annoying as shit?!”   “These are petty issues, Jimin!” You throw your arms into the air. “It doesn’t even matter!”   “It does matter!” He’s screaming over you. “If you knew better, you would actually help me instead of trying to tell me to calm down which mind you does not help with the situation at all!”   “Well sorry for actually giving a shit and not wanting your pilot license to be taken away!”   The two of you bicker back and forth. This isn’t what either of you want, but maybe if you weren’t so caught up in it, you’d realize that something was off. “Why the fuck would it be taken away?! I’m the best goddamn pilot this airline has seen!”   “Yeah, but you’re swearing and screaming! What sane person would fly beside you?!”   Jimin barks out a chilling laugh before staring into your eyes. “You would!”   “Guess I’m not sane then! Guess you’re not the crazy one! I am!” It’s infuriating how you’ve become unhinged and lost all control of your emotions. Now you’re the raging one and it’s unsightly. “Is that what you’re trying to say?! Well, Sherlock, I’m not the one screaming at clouds and birds, alright?!”   “Goddammit, _____.” Jimin is as upset as you are and he sits back. “I wanted this to be perfect, okay?!”   You shake your head, yet another scoff coming from your mouth. “Why the fuck does that matter?!” He’s so utterly frustrating at the moment, you want to throttle him and throw him out the front window. You hate how he can get under your skin. You hate how this entire thing has spiraled out of hand. More importantly, you hate Jim—   “Because I wanted to impress you!”   “.....” There’s a second of complete silence. His crisp voice reverberates around the small cockpit, piercing through the white noise of the aircraft’s engine, and it echos into your mind. You are bewildered to say the least. “What?” Jimin sighs and runs a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back before his hands return to the controls. He swallows hard and continues looking straight ahead, avoiding your intense gaze. “I know you’ve been avoiding me. Why?”   “I have not!” Your defense is weak. “Don’t accuse me—”   “You think I’m that stupid, don’t you?! You think I’m blind? I heard from Namjoon and I saw the look on your face this morning!” He’s still angry and frustrated, but the hurt in his timbre is all too evident and even though you’re still supposed to be irritated with him, instead you feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. “You didn’t want to be my co-pilot!”   “T-that’s not true!”   “You’re a liar! You’ve been trying to switch every single time we have the same schedule together! Why?!” No matter how many times he’s thought about it, he can’t seem to work it out inside his mind. “Did I do something wrong?! Am I really that bad that you’re scared to be next to me?!”   “No! Fuck—”   Jimin finally turns to you. His dark locks flop back into place, brushing over his forehead in a disarray. His soft eyes gaze back into yours, his deep irises meeting yours. His plump lips part slightly, inhaling a slight breath. “Or is it because you finally realize you’re in love with me?!”   Shit.   “What the fuck—”   “You think I wouldn’t notice?! I felt you hold my hand when we were asleep on that trip to Barcelona!” Somehow, this fight has led to you being on the witness stand as Jimin questions you to death, pushing you into a corner to admit your crimes. One moment you’re both yelling at each other and the next, you find out that he’s been onto you for the past year. You’re still reeling, getting whiplash at how the exchange morphed so quickly. “And that time we were in Bangkok and I got food poisoning, you kissed me when you thought I was asleep!”   “I kissed your forehead!”   “So you admit it?!” This is humiliating. This is absolutely embarrassing and now you really wish you had taken that offer of being thrown off the plane when the opportunity was given. Maybe you can throw yourself off the plane instead. “You really think I wouldn’t know?! We’ve been friends for what? Nine years now?! I can read you like a book!”   “Oh really?!” You challenge him, still not backing down. “Then what am I thinking now?”   Jimin steals a glimpse of you before turning back to the open skies ahead. He has the biggest grin plastered over his chubby cheeks and you think it might break his goddamn face. “You’re in love with me!”   “Oh my god! Fine! I am in love with you, dumbass!” It’s out in the open. No more secrets. And admitting your feelings lights your face on fire. You’re sure you’re going to wake up screaming for the rest of your life about this nightmare of a conversation. “Happy now?!”   He lets out a ‘hmph’, like the cocky bastard that he is. “Very!”   “I’ve been trying to sort this shit out ever since I fucking caught feelings and now you’re stepping all over me for it?! You force me to confess just so you can get a free ego boost? Thanks, jerk!” The pair of you are so childish, it’s painful, but at this very moment, you don’t care. You’re just trying to hold yourself together, forcing yourself not to start crying out of shame. It’s frustrating because you can’t even storm off or leave him in the dust. You have a plane to fly. And you can’t imagine what the next four hours is going to be like. “I get it, okay?! You’re not interested! So, I’ll deal with this myself! You can fuck Yoonji in peace!”   “The hell, woman!” He whirls his neck over, frown gracing his features. “Have you heard anything that comes out of my mouth?! I never said I was fucking her!”   “You didn’t need to! She’s practically moaning when you look at her!”   “Fuck these fucking birds,” Jimin mumbles before turning to you once more. “Look, I’m in love with you too.”   “What?”   “Yeah and I have been for some time now—” He’s interrupted by some knocking on the door. Then, there’s the sound of someone punching the touchpad code in. In another moment, the head stewardess has her slight head peeking in, not to disturb the two of you.   “Um, is everything okay?” Yoonji asks with pouty lips and a concerned expression. “We heard some shouting.”   “Um, everything’s fine.” You smile at her, wondering how loud you both were to leak sound from the supposedly soundproof door. “Yeah, we had one or two…misunderstandings, that’s all.”   “Oh, okay.” She nods, put at ease with your reassurance. “Would you like some drinks?”   “Sure. I’ll...um...have some water.”   Jimin clears his throat and nods as well. “I’ll take a coffee.”   “Any creams or sugars?” The pretty stewardess has her hands folded together, scarf perfectly tied, eyes glistening as they pin onto the man beside you. She hangs onto every word of his.   “No, I’m fine. Actually...just one cream.”   “Okay.” It’s excruciatingly slow and awkward. It reminds you of when waitresses at restaurants come by to pour water and the conversation just completely dies as the both of you watch her. It feels like her movements are that of a turtle’s; she’s taking forever just to finish pouring and bringing your drinks over. “Here you go and here you go. Would you like anything else? Any meals or anything? We have peanut snacks and lightly-salted crackers. There’s also some chicken, beef, or vegetable rice available.”   “I think we’re okay for now, thank you.” Jimin is curt, brushing her off and not paying any mind when she’s straight on staring at him. The tension in the small space can be cut with a knife and you’re beginning to break a sweat from it.   “Alright.” She smiles meekly, preparing to leave and completely unaware of what was transpiring before she interrupted. “Just call me if you need anything.”   “Thanks.”   It’s deadly silent.   The conversation takes its time to sink into your skin. There’s a full ten minutes of you and Jimin purely focusing on driving the plane and flying safely through the clouds. He looks forward, trying to decrease the turbulence with the oncoming wind, and you keep your eyes trained outside the window. He only mutters every so often under his breath before taking sips of his coffee to calm himself down. Eventually, you can’t bare it anymore and you glance at him, clearing your throat. His ears perk at the sound and you brace yourself.   “That takeoff…….it was pretty smooth.”   “Thanks.”   “You did a good job.” You swallow hard. “And...uh….you dealt with the changes in the weather well.”   The corner of Jimin’s mouth twitches, threatening to spread into a smile. He muses how you know exactly where to hit his weakest spots. He can’t help but indulge in your compliments. “I know.”   “You’re a good pilot.” You capitalise on his number one weakness, unashamed to use it to your advantage. Jimin has always softened like putty in your hands every time you pay him a compliment. It wouldn’t hurt to lay it on thick. “You look really handsome in your pilot’s uniform, I can’t believe you ironed it so well.”   Jimin is full on fighting with himself not to just break out into a fit of giggles as he maintains a straight face. He glances over at you and casts his eyes down your body. “You look nice too. In that suit. Your… legs are nice.”   You almost spit out your water. Jimin isn’t the type to return compliments, usually he’s too busy basking in them, and although he does sound a little awkward, you can tell that he really means it. You’re at a loss for words because that means… that he’s actually taken notice of you? In this grubby little pantsuit?   Suddenly the atmosphere in the cockpit has changed. It’s no longer tense or charged with the weight of both your tempers, it now borders upon uncharted territory, and your mind feels as foggy as the sky outside. While Jimin has almost all of his attention on the route in front of him, trying to steer the plane through the worst of the turbulence, you can’t help but crave for more of his compliments.   Wait, when did the tables turn so suddenly?   “Wh-what about my legs?” You hazard a glance at him, and when Jimin looks over at you in confusion, you clear your throat. “You know, I was just thinking about how unequal this relationship is. I always give you the most detailed compliments, and you never return any of them.”   You can see Jimin visibly struggling to get his words out. His jaw is clenched and a muscle jumps in his cheek, and you can feel your breath catch in your chest. Finally, Jimin reaches over to hit the autopilot setting again and turns his gaze to you. And when he does, his gaze is absolutely predatory.   “That’s my bad then, how shall I begin to make it up to you?” Jimin swivels his chair so that he’s facing you, and you can see his knees spread outwards, drawing your gaze up to his crotch in those deliciously tight pants of his.   “What about my legs?” You purposely cross one leg over the other to draw his attention to them and you pretend to be disinterested when actually… you’re thinking of a way to get him to say that you have better legs than that beautiful bitch, Yoonji. “Most people usually use a scale for reference when they give compliments…”   And then your eyes slide over to the entrance of the cockpit, giving him an extra hint. Jimin follows your gaze and smirks to himself when he realises what you want. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t tease you for a bit first.   “Your legs are really long,” he starts off, running his eyes slowly down from your hips all the way to your toes. “And they’d look really good wrapped around my waist.”   Your breath hitches in your chest as your thighs clench involuntarily. Jimin’s eagle eyes catch the subtle movement and he raises an eyebrow. But you’re not letting him off the hook that easily. “What else?”   “I was also thinking of how they’d look like resting on my shoulders,” Jimin rubs his chin thoughtfully, licking his lips as he pretends to ponder. “And how my finger marks would look like on your inner thighs.”   He is infuriating. By now you can see from the smirk on Jimin’s face that he knows exactly what you want to hear. “And?”   Jimin makes a humming noise in the back of his throat, ever the tease. You decide that you need to up the stakes, and you lean over to rest your hand on his knee, fingers inching upwards ever so slowly. His muscles turn solid under your touch, and there is a sharp intake of breath. Jimin’s eyes are fixated on your fingers making the slow crawl up his inner thigh, towards the obvious tent in his pants, before you stop just short of making contact with it.   “And, what else,” you prompt him again.   Jimin’s fists are clenched, his knuckles white as he considers his options. He’s so rock hard in his pants right now, unbelievably turned on that he thinks he could come in his pants untouched. But just how far are you willing to take this? He’s sure that the both of you are breaking just about every rule in the pilot handbook right now, and yet, he’s dying just to feel your hand wrapped around him…   “Y-your legs are…” Jimin meets your eye with a visible shudder as you begin to run your nails up and down his inner thighs. “Better than Yoonji’s could ever be.”   A satisfied smirk paints itself upon your lips as you finally place your hand on him fully, giving him a firm squeeze to reward him. He feels thick in your palm, and your mouth salivates, wishing that the two of you were off this damn plane just so you can get a taste of him. Jimin groans and tilts his head back against the headrest, knees spreading even wider.   “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath before swallowing hard. “First Officer, would you like to grab my joystick for me?”   It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s been waiting to use this line for the longest time. His terrible innuendo makes you want to laugh, and you just manage to bite it back as you flick open the button on his pants and drag the zipper down. He is already dripping with precum when you pull him out and give him a few test strokes.   “Yes, fuck,” Jimin groans at your touch as you swipe your thumb over his head. “Make sure to grip it tightly, Officer. Your hand needs to go up and down too.”   If someone had told you this morning that you’d be giving Park Jimin a handjob over 30,000 feet in the air, you’d have laughed it off. But as you follow his instructions, you can’t help but feel a thrill sing through your veins at the thought of all the other passengers on the other side of this door. And Min Yoonji who potentially thinks she can just bat her lashes and get any guy she wants.   “What do you think of my joystick, Officer?” he huffs out, putty in your hands. “Should turn the radio on. Let Seokjin fucking hear this.”   “But I don’t want anyone else to hear you. This is for my ears only...” you can’t help the little pout that sneaks up your face and he mutters a curse, unable to resist lifting his hand to curl around your wrist and control your pacing. You blink innocently at him as your strokes continue to alternate between slow and fast. “Your joystick is the thickest I’ve ever seen… Am I doing a good job, Captain?”   “S-so good, you’re passing the simulation with full marks if you keep this up,” Jimin bucks his hips into your hand. When your other hand drops to fondle his balls, he groans low in his throat and twitches in your grasp. “Fuck, I-I’m carrying such a full load today, Officer, did you know that?”   You glance up from weighing his balls in your palm, stroking him faster and relishing the loud, obscene sound that echoes around the tiny cockpit. “It does seem to be very heavy indeed, Captain… maybe you need some help unloading it? Where should I put all the cargo?”   “God, fuck, you’re such a fucking minx,” Jimin bites his lower lip as he groans. His little sounds and the cute, tiny moans that spill from his pretty lips only encourage your ministrations. Your underwear becomes soaked and uncomfortable, and as you watch his face scrunch, it sends an ache straight to your own core. “I can’t wait till we’re off this plane so I can blow my fucking load on your landing strip, Officer.”   “My landing strip?” You raise an eyebrow at him, not knowing that he’d be into finishing all over your body. The thought of the both of you watching his cum drip from you has your panties soaked. Maybe you can’t give him that now, while you’re on this godforsaken plane, but perhaps you can give him something else. You push yourself off your seat to kneel in between his legs, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue. “It’s all clear for you, Captain.”   There is sweat beading on his forehead as Jimin reaches down to wrap his hand around yours, helping you to jerk him off right onto your tongue. The first few spurts are far too strong and miss your mouth entirely, landing on your cheek before you feel the bitterness on your tongue as Jimin shifts his hips forward so that his tip is resting on your tongue directly. You wiggle your tongue to massage the head of his cock as he continues spurting cum, and you can feel him filling your mouth up to the brim, that you have to tilt your head back to make sure it doesn’t spill.   Jimin sinks back in his seat, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. You can already feel the streaks of cum drying on your face, so you push yourself up, closing your mouth carefully. Jimin opens his eyes then, catching sight of you settling back in your chair.   “You look so pretty with my cum on your face,” he remarks, reaching over to carefully wipe a smear that’s close to your eye with the pad of his finger, then bringing it to his lips, tongue peeking out to lick it away. “Do you need to spit? Here, have my cup.”   He offers you his coffee cup from earlier, but you shake your head, making eye contact with him as you swallow deliberately and open your mouth to show him your clean tongue. Jimin swears under his breath, thumb coming to rest just under your lower lip. “That’s so hot. You’re fucking amazing. When we get off this plane, we’re going straight to the airport hotel.”   The sight of your swollen lips and cum streaked face makes Jimin want to bend you over the controls and eat you out till you come all over his face, then fuck his cum into you till you’re leaking. But he’s already broken enough rules for today; put others’ lives at risk even.   “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that—” you start, tucking your hair behind your ear.   “No, it takes two hands to clap,” Jimin sighs as he tucks himself back into his pants. “I should have had better self control. It was irresponsible of me, the Captain of this plane. It’ll never happen again. Because once we’re on solid land, I’m fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk till our next flight back.”   A signal comes in from the plane’s radio, and you glance over to the autopilot timer, saved from having to reply. It’s only been ten minutes since Jimin switched it on, but now that you’re more level-headed and thinking clearly, it was highly irresponsible for the two of you to leave the plane like that, even if autopilot allows you to be hands-off. Thankfully, nothing happened, and you can see that Jimin is equally sobered as he checks in with control tower and resumes control of the plane.   “Go clean yourself up, I got it from here,” Jimin glances toward the cockpit entrance.   You rise from your seat, hoping that you can somehow make it to the staff lavatory without running into anyone. But just as you press the exit button and step out of the cockpit, as your luck would have it, you almost crash straight into Yoonji carrying a tray with two prepackaged meals on it.   “Oh! Officer ______! Didn’t see you there, are you alright? I was just bringing you and Captain Park your in-flight meal...” Yoonji is concerned as she glances at your face. “You look a bit…”   Belatedly you realise that you have cum on your face, and the tight sensation around the corner of your lips tells you that there’s probably some there too. By the look on Yoonji’s face, she’s obviously caught on to what that mystery white substance is as she flushes a deep red, and you take the opportunity to rub it in her face….not literally though since Jimin’s cum belongs to you and only you.   “Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry,” you give her a sweet smile as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Captain Park was just teaching me how to handle his joystick. He was giving me a bit of one-to-one coaching on the techniques, grip, pace, complicated stuff like that. I’d tell you more, but I don’t think you’d understand.”   Her mouth drops open.   “Oh, and…” you glance at the in-flight meals on her tray. One lobster bisque with salted egg yolk sauce, and the other is a plain old chicken with green beans and potatoes. That nasty little witch’s favouritism has always been too obvious. “Actually, Jimin is allergic to green beans… could you change his to lobster too? Thanks, Yoonji!”   “B-but the lobster was for h—”   Without waiting to hear the rest of her sentence, you saunter over to the staff lavatory, feeling her glare on your back the whole way. It feels good, more than good. As childish as it is, you got to assert your dominance like some kind of alpha wolf, and the adrenaline from your dirty antics is still coursing through your veins. You didn’t get your own release and your underwear is still sticky, but in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t bother you too much. If anything, you’re a bit disappointed that you have to wash his cum from your skin, even if it was drying and becoming uncomfortable. You wish he marked you in a better way.   Maybe you’ll suggest it to him later.   But what’s more important to you is that he feels the same way. Park Jimin, idiot extraordinaire, adorable puppy with sharp teeth, actually likes you back. No….wait, a minute...he doesn’t just like you—   “I’m in love with you too.”   It echos over and over in your brain again. You’ve imprinted the simple sentence, memorized the way he spoke every syllable, how his breath paused in timidness, how he gazed at you. You grin at yourself in the mirror, turning your head from side to side to admire the glow on your cheeks. Honestly, with you looking this good, you don’t know how Jimin managed to hold out this long. You’ve never seen yourself looking so radiant and glowy, although it may just be the effect of his cum… you’ll have to look into that one later.   You might look crazy, but you don’t care that you skip back into the cockpit with one cheesy smile plastered on your aching cheeks. You don’t care that you’re giggling like some teenage girl who just received her first confession from her long, unrequited crush. You’re going to savour all the butterflies that are erupting in your stomach and embrace the flowers that are blooming inside your chest, bouquets that all belong to one man, Park Jimin.   The cockpit smells of sex and Jimin, and you don’t mind in the least bit. He’s chewing on a cubed cantaloupe, having yet to dig into his lobster. Your bright smile is infectious and he can’t help but mirror it, chubby cheeks swelling up as he chews. “Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this. Yoonji was just here bringing us our food and she said this place smelled…musty. I told her I was just giving you a private flight lesson.”   “Really?” you chime out before coming behind him, not really caring about what Yoonji thinks.   “Why do you look so happy?”   You lean over to plant a soft kiss on his cheek and hop back to your seat before Jimin has a chance to blink or react. He turns to you and his grin expands. “Maybe it’s because you told me you love me.”   “I do,” he reasserts without a second thought, having too much fun watching you. Jimin has an endeared expression written across his features and it only squeezes your heart more. You wish you could just roll in bed and kick your blankets, too giddy for your own good. Yet, you hold yourself together, doing your best to remain professional and bring this plane to its final destination.   “Before we were interrupted…..you said you’ve been for a long time now?”   Who knew that you equally loved basking in his attention as he did in yours. You don’t really care about Yoonji anymore. She was just an excuse, really. Little things like that don’t seem to matter when it’s just you and him.   “Of course,” Jimin scoffs. “Are you kidding me? How could I not notice the cutest and funniest girl in my class who turned out to be super smart and second best to me?”   Your smile drops and your brow raises. “Excuse me….second best?”   The little shit ignores you. “I’m just happy that you finally realized how much you’re crazy for me.”   “Psh, how cocky can you be?” You turn back towards the front windshield, returning back to help with the navigation. “I’m not crazy for you.”   “You’re right.” He grins. “You’re just crazy.”   If looks could kill, the man would’ve turned to ash by the way you glare at him with a murderous glint in your eyes. He immediately retracts his words with a laugh, “I’m joking! I’m joking! I mean you’re crazy for loving me too because you’re so fucking amazing and incredible.”   “Save it, Park.”   Except, he’s a brat that never listened to you, and he steals the chance. Jimin completely catches you off guard when he suddenly leans over and kisses the corner of your lips, pulling away after the simple peck. When you turn in surprise, his gaze softens. “Now go eat your lobster. I need you to be hungry when we get off this damn flight because I decided that I’m asking you out to dinner before I tie you up for the next three days in the best damn hotel suite the airport has to offer.”   It’s too hard not to smile and you feel like an idiot when your grin makes yet another reappearance. “Don’t you know I don’t put out on the first date?”   “Who said it’s our first date?” A glimmer of mischief sparkles in his irises when you both glance at each other. “This is our fiftieth.”   “What? Since when?”   “Since our after our first flight exam and I invited you to McDonalds at midnight. That was our first date.”   You’re appalled, recalling the memory with the snap of your finger. You’d never allow a first date to be so shitty, even if it was with him. “That so does not count!”   “It did in my mind,” he giggles.   “You’re ridiculous.”   “—ridiculously in love with you,” Jimin adds on and you can’t resist your smile.   The pair of you might be over 30,000 feet in the air, but at this rate, it feels like you could float up to the moon and stars. You can’t wait for tomorrow, for the next day, for the day after that. The anticipation bubbles in your stomach, joining with the storm of butterflies and blooming flowers. You can’t wait to travel with him again and again.   For the rest of your life, you get to go across the entire world with your best friend. If it’s with him, you can go anywhere….even if Jimin rages on all the birds in the sky.

Hey!! Good luck with the blog! Could I get the drv3 boys + nagito and Chiaki (everybody loves them you can’t blame me) getting surprised with a pet for some special occasion by the s/o? (I’ll probably rq from here a lot btw) thank you!

Furry surprise!

Thank you so much!! You're so sweet!

I'm sorry this took so long, I wanted everyone to get a different pet and occasion for it not to be repetitive! I think it's a little big again :c

I worked hard on it, please enjoy!

~Mod Dia

Chiaki Nanami

It was March 14th, Chiaki’s birthday.

She was really excited because you had made plans to take her out to eat at a restaurant that was near her favorite arcade, so you two could play after dinner.

When you started dating she had told you that she had always wanted a pet, but that she was afraid of being a bad owner because it was too much work.

Last year you gave her a game for her game girl, so for this year you decided to pick a pet bird for her!

You were waiting for her to get ready, sitting on your bed with a cardboard box on your lap, with an adorable blue-crowned conure inside.

After some minutes she opened the door to your room, dropping her purse and letting out a little squeal when she noticed the birdie.

“It’s so cute.” She said as she crouched near the bed to see it better. “Is it for me?”

“Yeah!” You gently picked up the parakeet and put it on Chiaki’s hands. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! Thank you, S/O.” She gave you a sweet smile.

You could tell she was delighted, and the rest of the night she seemed a bit more energetic than usual.

When the conure grew up it turned out to require a little more effort to take care of than you had initially thought. Because it was so dear to Chiaki, and also because you had grown quite attached to the bird yourself, you helped her take care of it most of the time.

Nagito Komaeda

“Merry Christmas, Nagito!” You said as you gave him his present.

“Thank you, S/O.” He accepted the gift with a smile. “I still can’t believe I’m with someone as amazing as you… You didn’t need to, really.”

“I would feel really bad if I didn’t.” You plopped down next to him on the couch. “Especially since I’m staying at your house, it would be rude.”

Before he could reply you continued: “And I got it for you because I wanted to, and because you deserve it!”

He let out a small chuckle and muttered something under his breath that you didn’t get to hear.

“So it’s okay if I open it, right?”

“Of course!”

As he took the lid off the box, he was surprised by a cute fuzzy bunny that popped out of it onto him. “Oh, hello there.”

Nagito had the cutest look on his face as he let the small animal smell his hand and petted it.

“Do you like it?” You nervously asked “I was originally going to get a dog, but then I saw this cute little white bunny and he reminded me of you and I had to get it.”

“I like it very much, thank you S/O.” He kissed your cheek making you turn a little red at the unexpected act of affection. “Eh.. so cute."

Shuichi Saihara

For your first date anniversary you and Shuichi went to the hot springs.

He had been working himself off and you both decided it would be a good way to relax and spend some quality time together.

When you were done, you two took the train home and you asked him to set the table while you would get dinner for both of you.

Imagine his surprise when you came home with a yappy corgi puppy!

“..S/O?!” He exclaimed as the dog run excitedly to him.

“I’ve been wanting to give you something because you’ve been under so much stress lately.” You explained. “I think you could really benefit from having this little guy. Also, he’s really cute!”

“…You’re not wrong about that.” Shuichi petted the doggie. “S/o?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you..” He was blushing as he took a step closer to you. “Can I-?”

“Of course!” You smiled as he cupped your cheek with his hand and gave you a soft peck on the lips.

“Also, S/O?”

“Hmhm?”

“Where’s dinner?”

Oops.

Kaito Momota

It had been around 5 years since you and Kaito started dating, the two of you decided to buy a house together!

You were on the process of moving out. You had already packed your things and were at Kaito’s helping him.

“Babe, can you come here help me take this to the truck?” You asked your boyfriend.

“Coming!” He walked up to you noticing the big box you were talking about. “Damn, this is huge, S/O! What on earth did you put in here?”

“Check it for yourself.” You told him containing your laugh.

“It better not be a prank, I swear to g-” He was interrupted by the sound of faint barking. “What the..?”

A beautiful German shepherd jumped out of it, spooking the poor guy beyond belief and leading him to let out a not so manly scream.

“He’s adorable right?” You laughed patting the dog’s head.

“Y-yeah, really cute S/O.”

Now you two wouldn’t feel lonely in your new big house!

Kaito treats the dog like he’s his son, it’s very endearing to watch.

Ryoma Hoshi

“Hey, love...” You put your hand on Ryoma’s shoulder. “I’ve got something for you, come with me.”

His dear pet cat had passed away recently and you could see it had taken a toll on him. He didn’t leave the house and passed most of the time sleeping, and when you pleaded with him to take care of himself he asked you to leave him alone.

It hurt you terribly to see Ryoma like this so you knew you had to do something.

He nodded at your request and followed you silently to the living room.

A shy kitten slowly approached him and sniffed his leg, letting out a soft meow.

At first, he didn’t know exactly what to do but then he took your hand and looked at you. “…I don’t deserve you.”

You shook your head. “Of course you do. I love you very much, you know?”

Ryoma wrapped his arms around you, embracing your figure tightly.

“Do you like him?” You asked returning the embrace.

“He’s perfect” He hugged you a little closer. “…I love you so much S/O.”

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro had just returned from a big trip!

“Welcome home!” You threw your arms around him. “I’ve missed you so much!”

He chuckled and hugged you for a bit before kissing your forehead. “I’ve missed you too.”

It was almost noon so you started heating something up for you to eat while Rantaro told you everything about his adventure.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” You said after a spoonful of soup. “He’s been keeping me company since you were not here.”

“I see…” He stopped eating his pasta and looked at you. “Should I be jealous?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You laughed. “Donut, come here boy!”

You watched Rantaro’s puzzled look as a small beagle appeared running into your kitchen and sat right next to you, waiting for a treat.

“Isn’t he the cutest?” You asked giving the pup a doggie biscuit. “I wanted him to be trained when you arrived so I got him a couple of weeks before.”

“You named him Donut?” He looked amused. “That’s adorable, S/O.”

“Well, I think it fits him.” You explained.

The beagle walked to Rantaro and licked his hand while waging his tail in a playful manner. “It’s not fair, he already loves you!”

Gonta Gokuhara

How could you be so careless? You had accidently stepped on one of Gonta’s bugs, instantly killing the poor insect.

He said it was alright, since you didn’t do it on purpose but it was still obvious that he was sad about it.

You decided that you would buy another bug for Gonta, to show him that you really regretted not being more careful!

You went to your local pet store but they didn’t have any insects for sale or adoption so you somehow found yourself returning home with no bugs but with a cute black chinchilla.

“I arrived.”

“Welcome home, S/O!” You were greeted by your boyfriend. “What is that?”

“I thought about giving you something to compensate for the bug accident.” You said handing him the cage you were carrying. “I hope you like it!”

“S/O don’t need to compensate. Just S/O is enough!” Gonta gave you a big smile. “But Gonta happy for the gift.”

He observed the little animal inside the cage. “What kind of animal is this?”

“It’s a chinchilla.” You explained.

“Fascinating!” Gonta seemed to like it. “Thank you, S/O! Gonta will take care of it!”

And he kept his promise.

Kokichi Ouma

It was Valentines’ day.

For the past 3 years you had been giving him chocolate and cake so this time you settled for something slightly different.

You were setting the enclosure for the rosy boa you had picked when Ouma burst through the door demanding affection.

“S/O-chan~…” He hugged you from behind. “Weren’t you supposed to be pampering me all day? I had to search for you, were you hiding from me?”

“No, Kokichi, I wasn’t.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go away, you’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Oh what’s that?” He noticed the enclosure. “Oh my gosh S/O, you’re going to give me an aquarium?”

He got closer to take a better look. “You’re the best! How did you know I’ve always wanted an empty fish tank?”

“Yeah, that’s your gift, now leave.”

“Oh, come on. Can’t you tell me what it is at least?” He asked. “I promise I won’t be disappointed even if it’s just a lame goldfish or something.”

“… Is that a lie?”

“Who knows?” He said mischievously. “Just tell me, pretty please?”

“Just look on that box over there.”

“Nishishi, I knew you’d give in…” He said as he was opening the box. “OH- Oh my god! This is actually pretty cool!”

Guess who bragged for weeks that he got a pet snake from his s/o?

Korekiyo Shinguji

You had a blast at the graduation party with Korekiyo and all your friends last night.

You woke up and tried to get up but two arms closed around your waist pulling you back down.

“Kiyo…” You attempted to free yourself from his embrace.

He whispered his sweet nothings into your ear hoping you’d just go back to sleep, an option you had seriously considered at this point but ultimately decided against, kissing him in the cheek and getting up.

Today the axolotls you bought were supposed to arrive!

Still groggy, you walked to the kitchen and got yourself a bowl of cereal.

You managed to eat and do the dishes without making much noise and by the time you were done your new pets had arrived.

They seemed to like the beautifully decorated habitat you had discreetly set up the night before, and you were excited to show it to Kiyo.

When you got to your shared bedroom, your boyfriend was up already.

“Hey, Kiyo” You called. “I have something to show you.”

“Okay.” He followed you to the kitchen. “Oh my, this truly is beautiful.”

“I see you like them. What do you want to call them?” You giggled.

You two discussed what you should name your axolotls while Kiyo got his breakfast.

K1-B0

Despite being quite busy himself, Keebo had helped you out a lot with your studies the whole school year so you wanted to thank him!

You decided to adopt two little Sun parakeets and bought a decent sized cage for them, which you would place in your living room.

Keebo arrived home latter that day and greeted you with a smile, before noticing the birdies.

“What do you think of them?” You asked. “I wanted to thank you for always helping me out.”

“I think they’re very beautiful, thank you, S/O.” He said. “However, I don’t know much about birds… Will you help me take care of them?”

“Of course!” You hugged him. “It’s the least I could do.”

You two were really excited about the new addiction to your family! You had fun deciding their names and they quickly became a big part of your daily life.

Someone Dangerous: A Toni Topaz Story [Chapter Three]

Wordcount: 1913 Summary: Toni and Lyn become closer. Lyn’s time is divided. Other Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Final Chapter Lyn found it surprisingly easy to blend in with her classmates. The most interesting thing that she had done was turn down Reggie Mantle, which had blown over pretty quickly, especially now that Reggie claimed that he was just joking and the new girl wasn’t worth his time. A trivial thing like that was hardly something to get upset over in the grand scheme of things so Lyn let it slide and kept her head down, went to classes, and acted friendly but not overly so.

Toni was waiting for her in her final class, however. She was sitting in the seat next to where Lyn usually sat, with her books spread out in front of her, evidently making herself well at home at this different desk. The chair scraped when Lyn pulled it out and Toni looked up from her phone and at first noted the flash of red from the wristband which was once more hidden under a jacket. At a second’s notice, she quickly pressed the camera button on her phone and tried to catch a sneaky picture of it, wanting to know what it was. There was something weird about it that kept drawing her attention towards the new girl, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Do anything fun last night?” Toni asked casually. She liked the look of her, how she had a quiet confidence, and so far you seemed to keep out of trouble. It appealed to her - maybe she could have a friend outside of the Serpents - or one day convince her to join them. She had done well with recruiting Jughead, and with this new gang out there - they could use all the manpower that they could get.

“Started the outline of my essay, made a smoothie, nothing too fun.” Lyn said, bringing her books out of her bag and putting them onto the desk. She gave Toni a close-lipped smile. “What about you?”

“Nothing.” Toni said, slumping slightly, looking over at Jughead. “Pop’s has some great milkshakes, if you ever feel like one.”

“I’ve heard of it but never been. Thanks for the advice.” Lyn said, focusing her attention forward.

“Okay, Green, keep quiet.” Toni said, leaning back in her chair as the teacher came inside, and played with the hairs that were falling gracefully on either side of her face. “Maybe we’ll talk again -”

“Wait.” Lyn said, surprising herself. She had told herself that she wasn’t going to form any attachments at this school. She surely had not intended to but Toni was, to put it lightly, absolutely beautiful and she was really trying. She had to appreciate that. “Sorry, I’m just a little shy. I’m not good at talking to new people...” She bit on her lip and offered an apologetic smile.

“It’s fine. I don’t really like talking to Northsiders either,” Toni laughed, relaxing. “If you ever need anyone to sit with at lunch, there’s always a spot with us.” She winked, set the chair on four legs and went to her own desk before the teacher started the lesson.

Lyn took those words and you followed through - the next day when she walked into the cafeteria, she brought her bagged lunch and looked around for a certain table rather than just an empty chair to occupy for a couple of minutes and then disappear. Toni’s pink hair caught her attention immediately and more eagerly than she had anticipated, she walked over to the table and took the seat next to the beautiful girl.

“Seat still available?” She asked, though she was already sitting in it. Toni took a look at the table’s newcomer, licked her lips and nodded.

“Always.” She said. She introduced you to the rest of the Serpents, including Betty, which she never in a million years would have guessed. The Gang World wasn’t a place for the innocent, Lyn knew, so she suspected there was more to the blonde girl than what met the eye. But she wasn’t interested in that. Toni kept drawing her attention, bringing her into conversations, catching her up on some things that had been happening without getting into gang drama.

That became Lyn’s spot every lunch hour. Right there beside Toni, who always made room for her by her side. Little by little, she started to give in little details about herself that didn’t give away any of the secrets of the Devil’s Advocates. Things like how she enjoyed bowling, how she really liked the music of David Bowie, she went to the movies by herself quite a lot and how she was thinking of getting a goldfish because being in a new place without anyone to hang out with could be very lonely. Jughead, Toni and Betty were the ones who did most of the listening. The other Serpents were too caught up in their business to pay any attention to the new girl, which was perfect for Lyn. She had even surprised herself by opening as much as she had to these three but they were stubborn. She could play a role until she graduated, so she thought.

As she gave out information about herself, she got some information about Toni as well. Her family had been a part of the Serpents as far back as she could recall, she occasionally bartended at a place called The Whyte Wyrm, she has her bellybutton pierced, loves jewelry and she is a proud bisexual who doesn’t hide who she is. That was the main difference that Lyn detected - while she had to hide most things about herself in order to stay safe and run the controls, Toni let things into the open.

On top of sitting together at lunch, once in a while, Toni would invite her out to do things after school. There were only so many times that Lyn could decline because she really did need to appear to be a regular teenage girl in order to keep suspicion off of her. Toni had taken her to Pop’s, had given her a tour of the Whyte Wyrm and showed her how to move the Pinball machine just right to make the ball go into a perfect position for extra points. Lyn found herself actually having a good time and enjoying herself.

Today, they were at a park where Toni was taking photographs, trying out a new lens that she had bought online for her camera. “So what’s on that wristband?” She asked Lyn casually, lifting the camera and taking a snapshot of a squirrel in a tree. It was a practice shot, no doubt, but she could always use that practice.

Lyn flinched a little and then reluctantly raised her wrist to show what was around it. It looked like a wristband that one got at a festival, but instead of a name, place and date on it, there was just a little symbol. To Toni, it looked familiar, but at the same time, something she hadn’t seen before. She made it look like she wasn’t evaluating it too seriously.

“My sister made it for me. When she would go out to concerts with her friends, she made me these so that I would feel included. She’d doodle on them.” This was the first time that Lyn was mentioning her sister, but the tone in her voice definitely echoed the fact she didn’t want to get further into it.

But Toni just could not help herself.

“What happened to her?” She asked, the inner reporter in her decided to flower. She’d blame Jones for that. “You just seemed to mention her in past tense-”

“She died a couple of years ago. I don’t really like to talk about it though, if you don’t mind.” Lyn cut in, and then smiled uneasily. “Sorry, I just don’t really like to let people into that part of my life. It’s dark, you know? I acknowledge it’s there and it changed me but I’m looking towards the future, towards the light. Make something of myself for the both of us.”

Balancing her time between school, hanging out with Toni and Devil’s Advocates was extremely difficult. She often turned up to her own meetings late, or did her homework with Toni, or even had a piece of paper stashed in her notebook of ideas of what to do to the Ghoulies next. It seemed best to let things calm down and let them think that they were safe. But the Ghoulies weren’t entirely stupid and they would have to strike again soon before they were found out.

“You’re on thin ice kid,” Alec, one of the higher ranked members told Lyn when she had nearly fallen asleep at a meeting. “You’re cracking.”

“I’m fine, Alec. I just need to keep focusing on my cover.” Lyn said sleepily. Alec offered her a ride home and she had taken it, and curled up in the front seat of his car, avoiding looking towards the window in case anyone spotted her.

“Having milkshakes with that Serpent Girl isn’t part of your cover.” The pony-tailed man grunted.

“I know.” She sighed. “I’m dealing with it, okay? As your superior, trust me. We’ll be making our next move soon, be patient.”

“You better stay focused, it’s not just your cover on the line.”

The Ghoulies had been keeping an eye on the Serpents, but nothing bad seemed to happen to them. Malachai especially has been keeping his eye on Toni and Jughead. The teenagers looked to be the ones running things but the only thing out of the ordinary was this new girl that Toni’s been hanging out with. A quick check turned up nothing, and the worst that could happen was she became collateral damage. No pain to Malachai, anyone who had anything to do with the roadblocks deserved to receive pain, whether they just knew the person who did it or not.

Despite the grafitti, he was still sure that the Serpents had something to do with it, or were working with the Devil’s Advocates. Day after day passed and there was no hit.

Malachai had to get the ball rolling.

A little bit of grab and stab would be sure to get some answers, wouldn’t it?

Lyn turned up for school on Monday and was expecting to see Toni at her locker, but nobody was waiting for her. She hummed to herself, and didn’t think much of it. People skipped school all of the time - it wasn’t a big deal.

But when a member of the Serpents named Fang started to walk towards her, she started to feel that something was wrong. He hardly talked to her, even at lunch. It wasn’t an avoidance, the two just had nothing in common and left it at that.

“You hear of the Ghoulies?” He whispered to Lyn, eyes darting around at everyone that walked past them as if looking for suspects.

Just the hearing of the name caused Lyn’s blood to feel like ice. She nodded, saying nothing.

“Toni seemed to trust you so I’m telling you now, if you had anything to do with her kidnapping, the Serpents are going to find out.”

Happy Valentine’s Day, Klaroline Fandom!

In honor of the day of love, I wrote a little something to tug at your heartstrings and cheer you right back up with cotton candy sweetness.  You can all thank @austennerdita2533, to whom I dedicate this drabble, for inspiring me to write this. Enjoy! <3

A Little Prince

“Be sure to put your cards in the correct classmates' mailboxes, everyone. Don't push! Wait your turn. Everyone will get to distribute their valentines.” No morning in first grade had ever been as disheveled as the morning of Valentine's Day. The second the teacher gave the go ahead it was a race to the back of the room where each student's personally designed mailbox sat waiting to be filled. Klaus took his time and let everyone go past. He stood at the back of the line, quietly observing like always. Everyone had such cool valentines, he couldn’t wait to see if he’d gotten a Ninja Turtle – Michelangelo was his favorite – or a heart shaped lollipop, or a little red shovel that said ‘I really dig you.' That one was especially clever. He looked down at his own cards, the plain white envelopes making him frown. His mother wasn’t a big believer in the “Hallmark holiday” so he’d had to convince his brothers to help him buy his own valentines. With the little bit allowance they were able to scrape together, they managed to afford a box of generic cards with printed hearts on them – they were unoriginal, unexciting, but they were valentines. Only one stood out among the labeled envelopes. On the outside it stood in unison with its white paper brethren. Inside, he’d taken two hours to adorn the card with an intricate little drawing of a stallion on the back. It wasn’t as flawless as he would have liked, the remnants of erased mishaps still visible around it. Manes were hard, he came to learn, and the tail had to be just right. Still, he was proud of his little gift to the girl he’d been enamored by since the moment he saw her smile. It was his first day at this new school. His family moved a lot and somehow he’d always managed to be enrolled in school at the most inopportune times. Like the day of the Christmas concert that everyone had practiced for, and everyone was in. Or right before a class trip that he didn't have a permission slip for. Or two weeks before Valentine’s Day. That first day at Mystic Falls Elementary was the least of his terrible first days. It went the way they always did. An awkward introduction, disorientation during lessons that he hadn't been there for all year but couldn't care less about, and a complete lack of belonging when it came time for group activities. The only time he felt at ease was during arts and crafts where he immersed himself in painting. He'd taken to art quickly and found he liked to defy conceptual ideas. And so he'd painted a black sailboat bobbing along orange water that looked like flames, with a green sky and a white sun. He added purple and black to give it some depth, remembering what he'd learned of sunsets and reflection in his previous school. Back when his parents were still together. Back when they'd all worn uniforms and took a bus, and didn't have to walk six blocks together then part ways to go to separate buildings. The public school system felt patronizing, teaching him things he'd advanced past months ago, coddling him with encouragement and smiles when he'd been so used to slapped wrists and scowls. He felt isolated, like a sore thumb sticking out and while he knew it would pass, it didn’t stop him from ducking his head to his desk for the remainder of the lesson. When it came time for snacks, he did what he usually did, kept to himself and made up scenarios for his Goldfish crackers before chomping their heads off and damning them to the deep, dark watery depths of his stomach. He hadn’t noticed anyone watching him until he heard a giggle. He looked up and saw her immediately. She was turned halfway around in her seat facing him, blonde pigtails in perfectly mussed ringlets and big blue eyes shining with laughter. His stomach started doing somersaults and his face felt suddenly hot but he smiled back anyway, and through his embarrassment of being caught, he picked up another cheese-flavored fish and held its head delicately between his tiny thumb and index finger, offering it up to the giggling onlooker at the desk diagonally in front of him. Like a miracle, her hand reached out from the parted heavens and seized his fingers, and for the brief shining moment he felt comforted. “Thanks!” She let go and the fish was hers, swimming along the air in rippling motions as she coaxed it towards her mouth and teased its certain death. He watched her, frozen with his arm still out, taking the fish on a journey through the air and down towards her desk to join the gummy princesses sprawled out on top of the Disney packaging. “You can’t stay here fishy,” she told it. “You need water. It’s in my tummy. But I’m scared of the dark,” the fish pleaded with her, in a stunningly similar voice to her own. She held the fish in front of her with a determined frown. “If you don’t, you’ll die of thirst.” Klaus laughed, unable to help himself, quickly pulling his hand back to cover his mouth for fear of interrupting her. And whether she'd heard it or not, he'd never know because she continued to argue with the cracker who begged to stay with Rapunzel and Belle. “A princess castle is no place for a fishy. But what about Ariel?” The little girl huffed. “Ariel's a mermaid, and she has legs.” “How can a mermaid have legs?” he wondered aloud, surprised to hear himself speak. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard when she turned back toward him. “Her daddy gave them to her so she could be with Prince Eric.” She frowned. “Didn't you ever see The Little Mermaid?” He shook his head, unsure if he should be feeling as ashamed as he was for the lack of what seemed like common knowledge. As she began to unravel the tale, he forgot his shame and focused on the details in the background. Her snack of choice were fruit flavored Disney princesses. Her lunchbox was pink and green with flowers and a brown horse on its hind legs, smiling. It matched the backpack that hung on the back of her chair. He'd ridden horses before, his family even owned one at the stables for a short time. A loud whooshing sound caught his attention and he realized he wasn't listening. He tuned back in in time to hear of Ursula's defeat and the happily ever after that awaited Ariel and Prince Eric. He nodded in understanding when she finished. “Here,” she said, picking up the green princess and showing him. “This is Ariel.” His head tilted as he inspected it from afar until she grabbed his hand and put the gummy snack in his palm. “Today, you're the prince.” The thought still jarred him. He'd never once considered himself royalty, even when he played pretend. He was always the valiant knight, or the dastardly warrior, the evil villain that plotted a siege against the castle's defenses. But never a prince. Perhaps, today, after seeing his card, he could become her prince.

By the end of the day, Klaus was wild with anticipation, as was the rest of the class. Everyone wanted to see what goodies they were getting. Klaus just wanted to see her smile. When the teacher finally relented, the class amassed in a frenzy around the bookshelves, pushing and shoving each other to get to the little boxes they’d designed the week before. He collected the paint splattered box of his own making and carried it back to the desk, his excitement unbearable. He looked back, waiting for her to get hers so he could watch her open his card up. She went through them delicately, reading each one thoughtfully, genuinely enthused by the messages, the pictures of kittens with heart shaped eyes, the candies and the little plastic toys attached to the cards. He waited, his arms wrapped around his own box, his head ducked to rest his chin on top of it while he watched as subtly as a seven-year-old possibly could muster. The pile was growing so his had to come soon. And, finally, there it was. A tiny white envelope with nothing but her name on it. His heart began to hammer against his chest thunderously, the thumps pounding in his ears. His fingers dug into the cardboard under him as he watched her pull the card out of the envelope. She smiled at the generic red and pink hearts scattered all over it, and then, just before she could turn it over, a tiny brown-haired monster dashed over and squealed in excitement. He lifted his head, trying to see past this newfound nemesis of his, but all he could make out was his card. Sitting on her desk. Facedown. She hadn’t seen it. He kept watch a little longer until another one ran to join them and the villainous army of little girls grew. He huffed with impatience and decided to open his own valentines to distract himself. He tore at the scotch tape barrier that sealed his fate and tugged the flap from the top. He leaned forward to look down at his stock pile…but there wasn’t one. He frowned and lifted the box up to the light, nearly sticking his head inside, but the result was the same. His box was empty. He had gotten no valentines. He looked up and the sounds in the classroom seemed like distant background noise, muffled by a dull ringing that he couldn't escape. Everyone was gathered in groups of friends showing off their cards and tearing open candies and relishing those last fifteen minutes of joy before the school day ended. His chest felt tight and his stomach began to hurt but he wouldn't give in. If he'd learned anything before his father had left them, it was that Mikaelsons didn't cry. He hardened his frown and instead began to tear down the box he'd made, letting his rage flourish. Each rip was more satisfying than the next and by the end only the shredded remains of his mailbox sat on his desk. His fists stayed curled against the edges as he breathed fast and hard through his nose. The bell rang and the crowds dispersed, gathering their things while their teacher waited by the door to walk them out. No one had even noticed. He stood and gripped his backpack and trudged forth, leaving the mess on his desk behind. The school playground was filled with screams of joy and stomping feet, while parents nearby watched and waited their children out as they ran off their sugar highs. Klaus sat on the wood border kicking at the small pieces of wood and dirt and trying to ignore all the kids playing and enjoying the sweet Valentine’s treats they’d gotten. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his fault he was new and didn’t make friends easily. He never asked to move here, anyway. But to be singled out like that, to not get even one measly valentine after he had made sure he counted and recounted the number of students in his class so he wouldn't miss anyone. He wished he could disappear, sink into the wood chips and into the Earth, down into a muddy cave where no one could find him or forget to give him valentines.

“Hi.”

He opened his eyes and saw pink Converse sneakers standing opposite of his. He lifted his head slowly and followed the flowery dress up to the wearer and found her waiting in front of him. Her eyes looked worried, not their usual bright happy blue. Her hands were behind her back and he wondered why she would be standing here in front of him instead of playing with her many friends. Because everybody liked her. Everybody gave her valentines.

“I liked the horsey you drew on my card,” she finally said. Her cheeks were as pink as her shoes. He blinked, too many times he’d later tell himself, and he could feel his own face starting to get the hot tinglies. “I’m not a very good drawer.”

He wanted to object, to tell her she was a very good everything, but suddenly a little purple envelope was thrust in his face.

“I made this one for you.”

He took the card gingerly, amazed it even existed. He stared down at it with a tiny frown, his heart pounding. She had written his name and wrapped a lopsided heart around it in marker.

“Aren’t you gonna open it?”

He looked up, startled by her voice and the demand within it. He almost forgot she was still there. Bracing himself for his fate, he turned it over and peeled at the sealed triangle, nearly tearing it in half. He almost dropped the card altogether when she moved to sit beside him. Carefully he managed to slide the card out and almost instantly saw pink and purple swirls and flowers. They bordered the center image which was the Disney Princess Rapunzel, adorned by strings of lights, and in swooping yellow letters it read, “Valentine, you light up my life.” He smiled, the image making him think of the blonde princess beside him. He turned the card over, expecting to just see their handwritten names but there was also a message on it:

To: Nik From: Caroline ♥ Will you be my special valentine? ♥

He didn’t really know what being a valentine entailed, but he guessed it was like being a prince. And he was okay with that. But just to clarify…

“Special valentine?”

“It means like you like me and I like you.”

He looked down at the card with wide eyes, swallowing a gulp of air. He glanced at her timidly, almost unable to get the words out.

“I’ll be yours if you be mine.”

She smiled huge and it was easily his most favorite smile of hers. And it was all for him. In that moment, he felt like he could soar into the sky.

“Caroline!” one of the minions called from the monkey bars. “Come on!”

She quickly pecked his cheek and sprang to her feet before he could react. She started to run in the direction of the monkey bars but looked back and waved at him with that same big smile. He smiled back, just as big, his hand cupping the cheek that she had kissed. Surely villains didn't get valentines. But princes – princes got happily ever afters. And his was.

seashells and ocean smells

pairing:dowoon x reader

genre: fantasy, ponyo au

word count: 1,981

note: a second piece written for dowoon's birthday, this short fic is also inspired by the studio ghibli/disney film ponyo. if you’ve seen the film you might understand if you haven’t i hope it’s not too odd. part of the day6 x studio ghibli series i’m doing pls look forward to the others! happy reading!

He adored the ocean and if it were possible to live there he would.

The beach had been his favorite place since he was a child. He remembered the first time he felt the sand between his toes, big eyes marveling over the dull yellow color, fingers reaching out to rummage through the loose substance. He walked hand in hand with his mother who prepared him with soft words about the vast of blueish green that lied ahead of them. Dowoon felt his heart race his hand squeezing his mother’s tightly when their feet met the ocean’s edge, sea foam tickling their appendages, making the young boy laugh at the cool feeling of the water.

“Do you like it Dowoonie?” His mother smiled down at him before she scooped him into her arms and carried him into the water stopping once it reached his bottom. They both giggled as the watched the waves come and go.

Dowoon reached down to stick his little hand in the water, splashing it everywhere. “Mom! Can we live here?!” He asked excitedly and his mother laughed, cuddling him close and placing a big kiss to his chubby cheek.

“I wish we could son, but this place is the home for fish and other creatures.”

Distant voices broke through his childhood reverie, the sound of the ocean in front of him made his eyes focus on the hues of blue again.

“Yoon Dowoon! Can you hear us, man?! We’re heading back to campus in 30 minutes.” One of his college buddies shouted from their spot in the sand.

“Alright!” Dowoon shouted in return. He would have loved to stay near the water for a few hours longer. The vacation he had at sea seemed far too short though he and his friends had been there settled in a nice beach house for a week. 

Dowoon stood up and grabbed the large bucket he had next to him meant to hold as many seashells as he could find..  

With his college life being so busy, he wasn’t sure when he would be able to visit the beach again deciding early on to take a few souvenirs back with him.

You blew bubbles excitedly as you swam through coral and bundles of seaweed. You dodged other fish while keeping your eyes on your little brothers who swam quickly behind you, they should have known you were going to win, you always do.

You arrived at the finish line which was your ocean home, swimming around in a circle, cheering.

“My darlings you’re home.” The familiar voice of your mother called out to you, her hand reaching out to grab you and your several siblings to take you inside. She was a beautiful woman, a sea witch with a human appearance that you often envied as you grew older. You dreamed of the day where you could use the magic passed on to you to take on a body besides the scaly one you were currently stuck with. You wanted to know what it was like to be a human being and explore the world above instead of down below.

If your father was around you were sure he’d allow you the opportunity to live and breathe on land and there would be nothing your mother could say to stop you. Sadly, he wasn’t around and hadn’t been for years, leaving his non-human wife and his half-blooded offspring for his scientific work.

If you were capable of frowning you would, you had been alive for so many years and your mother still treated you as if you were still in her womb. 

It’s not like you were born with an aquatic body in the beginning of your life, you were actually born with a healthy human form, but due to your mother’s own fear of her children being exposed to the cruelness of other humans beside your father, she kept you and your siblings in the form of fish until she ready for you to become humanoid again. She was the cruel one.

“I hope you all had fun playing around, I’m about to leave so it’s time for you stay home now, the ocean isn’t safe when I’m not near.” She hummed.

You floated around her, blowing a set of bubbles she could decipher, a complaint about how you wanted to visit the land.

 Your mother’s gorgeous features contorted into a frown and she spoke to you, shielding you in a bubble you wouldn’t be able to escape until she returned.

“No, no. You can’t break free, you’re the oldest but that doesn’t mean you can do what you please.” She kissed the bubble you were in and bid her good byes to your little brothers who got to swim around freely, leaving you trapped.

You pleaded with your brothers to help get you free and like good siblings they came to your aid, huddling their little bodies together to break the solid bubble you were in with their combined magical abilities. 

You were free in seconds, feeding off their little powers to make a dramatic escape from your ocean home, using a school of fish to guide you toward the shore. You were finally going to get a glimpse of land and promised to enjoy the moment before the news got back to your mother that you were gone. You floated up, peeking your little head above the water, spotting a giant figure who hadn’t noticed you.

It was a human man with dark hair. He was picking shells from shallow waters and sand, putting them in a thing you had never seen before.  You watched his handsome face, he had a serene look in his eye and then his head turned and he spotted you. Nervous you dipped your head back into the water and began swimming around in a circle hoping he’d ignore you. He was beautiful and you were simply trapped in the body of a fish. At least if you were a mermaid you’d have a better chance at falling in love.

“How’d you get here…?” You heard the vibrations of his heavy voice through the waters and saw the shadows of him around you. You glanced up unable to run away, you weren’t scared of him but drawn to him, wishing you could touch him just once.

The male moved his foot and yelled, wincing in pain. His foot had snagged a sharp rock in the water that made him bleed. The red fluid tainted the water, a bit managing to get into your mouth. The taste of his blood gave you an lively feeling and he probably didn’t notice how your body emitted a soft glow afterward.

“Shit… that hurt.” Dowoon mumbled to himself as he wiped at the small cut on the bottom of his foot. He eased his foot back into the water carefully, hoping the pain would stop soon. His eyes dropped to the clear water where the little fish remained. It was odd, fish would usually flee if something unknown to them had come near.

“You’re an odd one... and a beauty,” Dowoon spoke to the fish as he kneeled to get a better look at its colors. The fish swam around in a circle but still didn’t flee. Dowoon admired its beauty. The fish looked as though it belonged to the goldfish species an odd mix of a veil tail and a pompom, reminding him of the pets he used to have as a child.

Dowoon stuck his hand into the water and held it out toward the fish, his eyes widening when it swam to his palm. “Whoa…” He removed his hand and stood to walk back to his bucket, emptying the seashells he had collected up until now into the sand. He rinsed the bucket clean with ocean water and filled it up. It was strange, but there was something that urged him to take a chance and bring the unique little fish back with him. No matter what, he would make sure it survived.

He stuck his hand back into the water and opened his fingers revealing his palm for the fish to swim to again. Dowoon’s lips curled into a smile when the fish happily swam to him and carefully he placed it into the bucket.

“Dowoon let’s get going!” He heard one of his friends call out to him. Dowoon nodded his head as he hurried to the shore again.

“Alright! Coming!”

The trip home was about an hour long and his friends teased him about bringing home a fish they knew wouldn’t survive for very long. Dowoon ignored them as he held his bucket steady making sure no water spilled, keeping his eyes locked on his new friend. He bid his friends good bye as they entered their dorms leaving him to walk down the hall toward his single dorm room.

Dowoon went into his bedroom and pulled out the small empty fish bowl he brought along with him when he moved into his room and cleaned it properly before setting it up again. Carefully he poured the seawater along with the  fish into the bowl, watching it swim around freely.

In the morning, he planned on taking the fish to see his professor who happened to be a retired marine biologist. Dowoon was hopeful that the old man could give him advice on how to take care of a salt water fish and maybe explain which species the beautiful creature belonged too.

He watched the fish swim, lips curving into a smile when it stared back at him. “I’ll call you Y/n…”

Dowoon went to sleep that night with dreams of the ocean. He could even smell the sea water as if he were near the beach again. While he slept soundly under the moonlight peeking through his blinds, he was unaware of the little fish that emitted a strong glow, wind rising in his room which soon disappeared in seconds.

The sun’s rays warmed his skin the next morning, but he didn’t want to get up just yet. Dowoon rolled over in his bed and cuddled up to something warm, fingers gripping onto something soft. His eyes remained closed but his brows creased, whatever was snuggling into him felt nice but if he remembered correctly he went to bed alone.

 He opened his eyes slowly, dark orbs adjusting to the light that filled the room and the woman that lied sleeping in front of him.

Dowoon’s eyes widened tremendously. How did a woman get into his bed? There was no way someone would break in just to sleep with him.

The girl opened her eyes and stared at him sleepily, a small smile gracing her features. He didn’t have to look in the mirror to know his ears were a bright red, his heart beating quickly as he shot out of bed immediately.

“I uh… who are you?” He questioned her. He watched the girl sit up, his white bed sheet sliding down between her legs revealing her bare skin.

“I’m Y/n!” She smiled brightly causing his jaw to drop. Dowoon turned around when he realized how hard he was staring at the naked girl in his bed, his mind trying to process the name she just told him. That couldn’t have been her name, that was the name he gave the fish he brought home from the beach yesterday.

He turned his head slightly to the little fish bowl only to see that the fish was gone. An eerie feeling crept up his spine, urging him to turn around to face the woman again.

“Y/n...?” He spoke her name and she nodded her head with that beautiful smile of hers.

“Isn’t this great?! I’m a human now!” She cheered as she hopped out of bed, running over to grab his hands.

“Can I live with you forever?”

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How to Make a Perfect Mermaid Costume

Most individuals have seen Disney's "The Little Mermaid" animated movie. But there are a number of others which are completely excellent - classics. Here they're:

My top choose for a mermaid film is "Splash". Not only is it humorous and the plot great, however there may be fairly a bit of awesome footage of Daryl Hannah mermaiding in the ocean. We won't get enough of that! Needless to say this is not a children's movie.

It was made in the '80s, and for the most part it's okay for the family to watch. However there's a little bit of nudity (when the mermaid is strolling into New York out of the ocean with nothing however her long hair to cover her) and there is some implication of what she and the Tom Hanks character are doing within the elevator, although nothing is shown. The movie is wonderful, with an ideal story and awesome mermaid footage and many laughs, in addition to a terrific romance.

My second best choice is "The Secret of Roan Inish". This is a safe, quiet film your complete household can take pleasure in. It was made in Ireland, and as such is slower and quieter than most American films. It is about a bit of Irish lady who moves to dwell together with her grandparents. While there she unwittingly stumbles upon the thriller surrounding the island the household used to reside on, called "Roan Inish" (Island of the Seals).

As she slowly solves the mystery, she brings therapeutic and unity back to the household. In this movie the legendary creature is a selkie, not a mermaid. The selkie lives in the form of a seal. On occasion she climbs up on a rock and removes her seal skin, revealing a fantastic lady. So this film is a bit of bit completely different, and you will never look at a seal the same manner once more.

My third favourite mermaid film is "Aquamarine." This one is geared to the teenager crowd. It has nothing unseemly, so the entire family can enjoy it. It is a delightfully different rendition of the traditional Little Mermaid story, with an exquisite surprise ending. The mermaid in this movie is different, more like a daily teen girl. There are several good shots of her within the water. The messages on this movie are high quality, comparable to loyalty, friendship, private confidence, selflessness and courage. And it's also very funny.

Quantity four of my prime mermaid movies is an old black and white traditional referred to as "Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid." You will have a problem finding this film to watch, however VHS variations are available on the market on Amazon.com. All of the underwater footage was filmed within the well-known Weeki Wachee Springs in Weeki Wachee, Florida, only a 12 months after this underwater theater opened. Made in 1948, this movie is a couple of married couple taking a vacation in the Caribbean. The person is almost 50 and is having a mid-life disaster.

While on vacation he by accident fishes up a live mermaid from the sea! Ann Blyth performs the enchanting mermaid and you will love this excellent film. The one objections a mother or father might have is the theme of extramarital flirting, and a few funny scenes with a man trying to give up smoking.

One that is a little completely different, and which solely recently came out, is a Japanese anime Miyazaki film referred to as "Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea", or just "Ponyo". In this one the fish-woman is depicted as a goldfish with a human face, which is reasonably strange. But in an uncommon twist, this 5-12 months-old fish-girl has to get the little five-12 months-old human boy to like her faithfully, or she will turn into sea foam and be no more. It is such a sweet interpretation, these small children learning to like and belief each other in such an innocent method. It is a tale of wonder and braveness and shouldn't be missed.

My choose for quantity six is Disney's "The Little Mermaid". It was the movie that received Disney back into the popular film business again in the Nineteen Eighties. The music and story are a delight. I bear in mind how enchanted I was when it first came out - it is a pleasant mermaid film, enjoyable for the entire family.

Quantity seven for me is the Russian adaptation of "The Little Mermaid." This 1976 movie exhibits plenty of wonderful mermaid footage below the ocean. Again then the swimmers had only small flippers, in order that they had to ripple their legs in a very quick motion for motion. The underwater scenes are only to start with of the movie, however they are marvelous!! (I can not determine how those swimmers may very well be in the water with all these jellyfish!!). You can find this film to rent at Netflix and it's directed by Vladimir Bychkov.

Once more, this version of Anderson's well-known story is a little bit totally different, virtually a totally new story. Be forewarned that there's nudity in a single scene, and portrayals of a witch performing magic. Apart from these the entire household will enjoy this one.

Barbie Mermaidia" is just a little-kid movie, but the plot is nice and the scenes are beautiful. I especially loved the bizarre design of Barbie's mermaid tail. On this story the main character has to make nice sacrifice, and learns some good lessons. I like this one higher than the newest Barbie mermaid film due to its great message.

There was a lot excitement this year over the new launch of "Barbie in a Mermaid Tail." This one has splendidly fun surfboarding scenes. The mermaid world of Oceana was a bit unusual - basically a mimic of our materialistic society. This made it funny but in this setting you lose the mystery and magic of legendary mermaids. That is what I call a "fluff" movie - nothing deep, just enjoyable photos and a pleasant little story.

My least favorite mermaid movie is a kid movie known as "Roxy Hunter and the Fantasy of the Mermaid." It is a few younger small-town journalist named Roxy who step by step discovers her new homeless buddy (a beautiful blond) is actually a mermaid. The movie is okay however throughout your entire movie there aren't any underwater scenes or scenes with a mermaid in a tail - none - till after the very end. Then, lastly, you see about 10 seconds of the blond mermaid swimming underwater with a gorgeous tail. The story is attention-grabbing enough, however, and children will certainly get pleasure from this film.

Have you ever ever dreamed of having a mermaid tail and skimming via the water with the fish? Of feeling and looking like a real mermaid, your hair flowing behind you as you swirl and twirl underwater?

Effectively, it's attainable as we speak to be a mermaid-although I am afraid I can't promise you'll be able to breathe beneath water!

No, I am speaking about a new pastime which is rising across the globe, and it's called mermaiding. Not just girls and women are doing it, however so are boys and males.

Many of us had been inspired by the famous international model, Hannah Fraser, often known as Hannah Mermaid. She dreamed of being a mermaid since she was 9 years old. As she got older, she began modeling. Ultimately she began crafting her own full mermaid costumes and doing underwater picture and video shoots. She Русалка: Скарлет, ты права! now has three attractive, one-of-a-variety tails and many amazing footage you may view on her website by googling "Hannah Mermaid." She has mermaided with sea turtles, dolphins, fish and whales!!! She has skilled herself to resist ocean stress down to nearly 40 feet, and she will gold her breath for two minutes.

You can even do a search on YouTube for "mermaid" and you'll find numerous people who are making and swimming in their very own mermaid tails.

So now you know about mermaiding, and you'll't wait to get began. If you know the way to stitch and have the time, you can also make your individual simple tail. Sasha Mermaid has an exquisite YouTube video tutorial on "Easy methods to Make A Mermaid Tail.

If you would like a tail however don't want to sew one, yow will discover a company which makes mermaid tails, tops and equipment. There are a number of out there, together with a few eBay sellers. Prices range from 100 dollars to over a thousand dollars.

Now that you have your tail, a matching high and maybe a seashell necklace or two, you might be ready to mermaid.

The tails use a monofin, which is a single flipper which each your feet match into. It takes a bit of getting used to, swimming together with your legs connected collectively in your tail. For those who already know the dolphin swim, this can be a great stroke to do with the tail on. However you don't need to know any special swim strokes-the tail with the monofin itself will trigger you to swim mermaid-vogue. It seems to be very lovely within the water, is quick and fun to do.

Now, to enhance your mermaiding, there are a number of abilities to master. First, you might want to swim, dive and do twirls within the water without ever holding your nose. In case you are used to holding your nose, your first step is to learn to blow out a bit of when you first go under and be taught to not hold your nose anymore. In the event you practice this loads, but find that there are occasions you'll be able to't get by with out holding your nose or too much water is available in, I suggest you get a transparent noseplug particularly for swimming. You may slip it onto the top of your nose and it will keep the water out, it doesn't matter what you do in the water. Since it is clear, it will not draw consideration to itself.

Secondly, it's essential to practice holding your breath for longer durations of time below water. Use frequent sense and warning-don't let your self get into hazard or go out. However from my analysis I've found that learning to carry your breath for lengthy periods of time simply comes with apply and learning to calm down within the water. The mermaid performers in Weeki Wachee, Florida, swim and practice every day. A few of them have learned to hold their breath up to six minutes lengthy! One other mermaid model, Mermaid Linden, hires herself out for mermaid performances and she or he has educated herself to carry her breath for 4 and a half minutes!

On New Years night time 2006, I requested to see the Angels. I closed my eyes and I clearly noticed my Guardian Angel, a lovely feminine angel, standing on a beach. She smiled at me and identified into the ocean. She mentioned "Go swimming with the Mermaids. They'll clear you of any negativity you may need amassed over the past 12 months.

So in my imaginative and prescient, I clearly saw myself walking into the ocean. I was submerged below water and I saw about 5 - 6 stunning feminine Mermaids swimming in the direction of me. They were smiling as they started to swim all around me. I knew they have been "cleansing my aura." Their fins and hair would gently contact my skin and every time that they'd "swoosh" by me I would really feel a rush of peaceable and loving energy. They then started to chuckle and their laughter seemed to name in the dolphins.

Simply then a bunch of dolphins started to swim round me, alongside the mermaids. The dolphin's energies had been very glad and lightweight.

After a couple of moments more, I thanked the Mermaids and Dolphins for their loving and therapeutic energy and returned to the seaside. My Guardian Angel was there on the seashore, smiling at me. I felt a lot "lighter and happier", and I smiled back at her, after which my vision was over.

The Mermaids can work with any of us irrespective of the place we stay. In the bodily world, the third realm, I reside in the desert in Arizona. However our consciousness is linked with the consciousness of all, and due to this fact we are capable of touring to numerous realms and areas if we so want, without moving our bodily our bodies. We often do this during our dreamstate, but we are mostly unaware of this. When we are meditating and visualizing such issues like "swimming with the Mermaids of Atlantis" part of our consciousness really does go to the depths of the Ocean the place Atlantis and the Mermaids of Atlantis reside. And we will expertise nice healings and wonderful insights once we "travel" in this manner.

What are Mermaids?

Mermaids are Water Elementals, who're like the Guardian Angels of the Sea. They appear to seem like half human, half fish creatures. The higher a part of their body, above the waist, is human-like and very beautiful. The decrease part of their body merges into a robust fish tail. Merfolk or Merpeople, as they're referred to as, can be feminine (Mermaids) or male (Mermen).

The Merfolk exist on the identical realms because the Faeries and Elementals, which are often called the Fourth and Fifth Realms. Indeed the Merpeople are Faery, as they are the protectors, guides and guardians of the Oceans (Faeries defend all of nature and there are lots of varieties of Faery beings).

Mermaids, and even the Mermen, are thought-about to be very sensual and erotic beings. They might help us to heal our beliefs and wounds regarding sexuality, the physical body and our feelings. They also resemble the therapeutic qualities of water and can help us in cleaning bodily, emotionally, mentally or spiritually.

The Merfolk exist all around the world in the Oceans and Seas. The Mermaids and Mermen of Atlantis however, are thought-about to be the "royalty" of the Merpeople. The Mermaids and Mermen of Atlantis are some of the nice protectors, alongside the Angels of Atlantis, of the therapeutic crystals and temples of Atlantis, which exists now within the depths of the Ocean near Greece.

There are also other Mermaids and Mermen who help to protect the oceans and seas, and the therapeutic crystals and temples of Atlantis. There are mermaids often known as "Mer-Angels" and some generally known as "Mer-Fairies". The Mer-Angels are Mermaids and Mermen who are just like the Archangels of the Oceans. They have fins and huge angel wings. The Mer-Fairies are smaller Mermaids and Mermen who have fins and Gossammer Wings like that of a Gossammer Winged Fairy.

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Nik and Liv go on a date.

Nik:

Nik was pretty sure he was going to hyperventilate before he got to Liv’s door. This was a mistake, a terrible mistake, but there was no going back now. He was going to forever blame Ben (and the alcohol) for talking him in to asking her out, but that blame was likely going to be short-lived…because he was dying. For sure dying.

Oh god. He couldn’t do this.

He circled the block, giving himself a minute to pull it together. It had been entirely too long since he’d been on any sort of proper date, and this was…well, this was Olivia. Nik was certain she’d only said yes because saying no would have been awkward. He fully intended to give her an out before the night was over; he intended to let her know that it was okay for her to have said no. But he wasn’t going to be that guy – the one that blamed it on alcohol. While the alcohol may have given him the courage, Nik really did want to take her out.

She was beautiful, and he was almost certain it had been a very long time since someone had done something nice for her.

There was a small carnival in town – one of those there for a week and gone type of things. Cotton candy. Ferris wheels. Corn dogs. Games that hardly anyone ever won. Nik thought it sounded fun, thought she might enjoy herself, so he’d decided on that and a drink afterward…and dinner too if she wasn’t a corn dog and popcorn type of girl.

Finally he was together enough to actually make it up the stairs with the daisies he’d bought at the flower shop down the street. He knocked almost timidly, still fighting the urge to run. When she opened the door, he let out a breath and held up the flowers. “You look beautiful, Olivia. These are for you. I do hope you don’t mind the carnival. I thought perhaps it would be nice to have something fun.” (And not overly serious in case she hadn’t actually wanted to go.) “My car is just outside if you are ready.”

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Liv:

Liv stood by the window. “He’s driving around the block,” she said.

Enzo laughed. “Give him a break, pet. He’s probably scared witless.”

Liv tipped her head, and shrugged. She pulled a hair band off her wrist and pulled the mess of bouncing curls into something resembling a pony tail, and pulled her red leather jacket over her clothes. “He brought flowers. Do guys still do that?”

Enzo stood at her shoulder. “That is sweet,” he said. “Maybe they should.” He dropped back onto the couch and reached for the remote. “Have fun.”

Downstairs, Liv took the flowers with a smile, and one dramatically arched eyebrow. “These are beautiful,” she said, by way of a hello. “Daisies. The divine feminine. Let me just put them in water.” She winked, a divine female in his midst, though it was very unlikely he knew a whole lot of either floriography or herbal magic.

“Carnival sounds perfect,” she said. “I feel like my diet has been lacking in terrifying E-numbers lately, and I’m very, very gifted at winning stuffed animals. It’s practically uncanny,” she said, settling into the car and pulling the door closed untouched. He could put two and two together. Liv pulled a tube of cherry lip balm out of her pocket and touched up her lips. “I saw the advertisement in that little local rag. You ever pick that up? You should – the classifieds might be the funniest in the country.”

Okay, so Liv was just a touch nervous too. It didn’t seem like it was all that long ago that she’d been wheedling at him, and he’d been blinking at her, unable to understand why she had to be so cruel. Spontaneous dinner was one thing. A real date?

She was glad it was something as uncomplicated as a carnival, anyway.

“Want me to win you a goldfish? Because I can do that. I’m sure Alaric would let you keep it. Actually, he’d let you keep a monkey right now, he’s in such a good mood. You know as soon as he got home, Damon moved in? I don’t mean in the pre-trip sleeping over every night sense – he brought all his stuff.”

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Nik:

The scent of her cherry lip balm filled the car, and Nik found himself wondering what it tasted like…and then immediately chastised himself for thinking that way. “You are? Good because my aim is horrendous, and I’m fairly certain they’re all rigged in favor of the house anyway. If you’ve anything that improves our odds, I’ll not bat an eye.” He smiled, relaxing almost immediately.

This didn’t have to be awkward; they were friends, having a nice night out.

Of course, that didn’t stop his heart from hammering a mile a minute in his chest, but whatever.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever picked that up. I heard about it on the radio whilst I was working on some lighting upstairs. There was a flickering light in my bedroom, and I didn’t want to bother Alaric with it, so I took care of it. There must have been some sort of short in the wiring. It hasn’t happened since.”

Was he really talking about lighting with her? Ugh. Someone needed to give him a lesson on how to small talk with someone he was interested in getting to know. His skills were seriously lacking.

Luckily, Liv had turned the conversation back to the carnival; he’d never been so grateful. “A goldfish? Umm, I think I’ll pass. I had a turtle when I was small…it was a disastrous. I’m not that good with pets. I suspect that…”

Damon moved in?

“I had not realized he was there permanently.” Of course, he was already there so much that he might as well have lived there. It just pushed Nik’s timeline for moving out up; he didn’t want to be the third wheel in a house full of what basically amounted to newlyweds. “I’ve been out a bit more lately, so I hadn’t noticed him being there any more than usual. Good for them; I truly hope they are happy.”

He pulled up outside the carnival gates, circled a few times before finally finding a parking spot, and shut off the ignition. “Goldfish, no, but I am not opposed to a giant pink teddy bear,” he teased, stepping out of the car to open her door for her. “You’re not the type to shy away from the spinny rides are you? They’re a favorite of mine.”

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Liv:

“And he’s an electrician,” Liv said to herself. Much as she was already missing making her dog jokes, there was something so appealing about someone who just did things that needed doing, and more to the point, knew how. “Well, anyway. Pick it up some time. The classifieds are hilarious.” She adjusted her hair. Not from nerves, no! Shut up.

“Permanently is a very bog word,” she sighed. “And vampires are jumpy. But I’d say there’s something at least long-term about it, since there was a lot of clothing, and Alaric’s basement has some new boxes. Which it obviously needed, to balance all the boxes already down there. At least there’s probably nothing too dangerous in Damon’s boxes. All bark. Oops, that was not a dig at wolves, that was a dig at Damon.”

Parking wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it might be. Probably, they hit that magic hour of the day when the parents took the kids home, and the crowd left behind was a little older, and a lot less prone to vomit on the ferris wheel.

“The spinnier the better,” Liv said. Alright, the door opening thing might have been slightly annoying at first – modern girl, doesn’t need the door opened for her, but Klaus was utterly guileless, just exactly that old fashioned. “Better save the giant pink teddy bear until we’re done with the rides, huh?”

Also, that had been a dumb thing to joke about. Supernaturally enhanced aim meant that not only was she going to win him a teddy bear, but if this was ever going to go anywhere, he was going to have to keep it. Carry it past Damon and Alaric and ooh, the brother.

“I saw your brother,” she said. Was it rude to pry? Yes, it was. Did Liv care? “So, your family is absolutely full of secrets. No judgment here. Does he know he’s a witch? Some men don’t like that word, I know, but warlock sounds so… tabletop roleplaying, you know? Like he should be wear a – fuck me, look at that roller coaster. Alright, we need hot dogs, snow cones, and then that roller coaster.”

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Nik:

“Perhaps the giant pink teddy bear can be the last thing we do before leaving,” Nik smiled, head ducking almost shyly as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets and began walking to the front gate of the fair. He knew full well that Liv intended to use witchcraft to win the biggest pink bear she could find – and he also knew that meant he would have to display it proudly so as not to hurt her feelings.

The lengths he went to for those he cared about was staggering.

“Elijah, yes my brother.” Her question caught him off guard even though Ric had filled him in on the ring that Elijah wore and exactly what that meant for them. “Um, no, he doesn’t know yet. Ric told me only a few days ago, and I’m not quite sure how to broach the subject with him. He’s not…taking it all very well, I think. He’s very stoic, of course, in that typical Elijah fashion…but…” How was he supposed to tell his brother that yes, werewolves existed, but so did witches – and surprise! You’re one too.

It wasn’t an easy conversation to have.

Warlock. He couldn’t wrap his mind around that term, especially when it applied to Elijah.

Nik looked up at the profanity, eyes following her gaze to the biggest roller coaster he’d ever seen outside of a stationary amusement park. “Bloody hell,” he said, whistling under his breath. And Liv wanted hot dogs and sno-cones…and then to ride that? He just hoped those hot dogs and sno-cones didn’t end up making a reappearance.

Wouldn’t that be an awful end to a first date?

He found himself hoping that werewolves had some supernatural immunity to throwing up. Maybe he needed to ask Ric…

Nik pulled out his wallet, paid the admission, and then held out his hand for the stamp. The smells of friend…well, everything…filed his senses at almost the exact time the thrilled screams of riders sounded from the death trap Liv was so intent on riding. “Hot dogs first? Oh! They have fried Oreos…I haven’t had those since the fair in New Orleans. Shall we, love?” Nik was smiling – the first genuine smile in a very long time.

And it was all because of her.

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Liv:

Liv was pretty sure Alaric would do anything to have magic of his own; to know Elijah was walking around with that ring on his finger (also worth noting, a target on his back) and no idea at all had to ache a bit. Liv said nothing. And wouldn’t. She hoped Alaric would convince Elijah to take the thing off before someone severed his hand for it, though.

“Yep,” she said. “That. Is it really worse than your ‘spinny rides’?” She hooked her arm around Nik’s elbow and held out her hand for a stamp, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder again as she watched a train full of people come screaming around the corner with their arms in the air. “Don’t worry. The pressure on your body is too high to puke while you’re in the air, and once you’re down, I’ll conjure you a bag. See? I’m a gentleman too.”

Deep-fried oreos. “I know it’s just because of your accent, but I still have trouble picturing you there. Great town, though I can’t safely show my face there again…” she let herself be led to the stand Nik had found. “This sounds disgusting, I definitely need one.” A bit of a sweet tooth, yes, but mostly a preference for not turning anything down, the first time; how else was Liv supposed to figure out what she liked?

This time, she paid, and didn’t give Nik a chance to argue. She liked the chivalry, but she was used to her independence; they were both going to have to compromise, there, if this was going to work, and Liv found herself hoping it would work.

Sweet battered, and deep fried, and dusted with icing sugar, the vendor handed them over in a brown paper bag with a couple of napkins. They were hot, but Liv paused there in the middle of the thoroughfare to shake one daintily from its now-greasy abode and caught in in a napkin.

“This definitely looks disgusting,” she said, approvingly. “I’m impressed. It makes you wonder about the guy who looked at an oreo and wondered how he could improve on it. Don’t look at me like that, you know it was a man. Probably with a werewolf metabolism.” She batted her eyelashes and nibbled the edge, unwilling to let it cool any more.

“Not bad,” she said. “Definitely needs a hot dog to wash it down, though. With mild chilli sauce and fried onions. … preferably a kransky dog.”

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Nik:

“My hero,” he said playfully as he rolled his eyes. The thought of Liv conjuring up a puke bag on their first date was enough to nearly give Nik hives. He would never live that down; it was probably best to keep all his stuff inside then. “How did I get fortunate enough to be on a date with such a considerate soul?”

He said date. He officially labeled this a date. Nik thought he might hyperventilate.

“You can’t…wait. New Orleans is a very forgiving town. They practically have breasts as the state symbol.” He eyed her curiously, trying and failing to keep a smile off his face. Liv seemed to bring that out of him though, the smile – the light heartedness. He loved it all. “What exactly did you to for your face to become persona non grata?”

It was probably one hell of a story.

“Werewolf metabolism…” Nik shook his head admonishingly, but laughed at her words anyway. She likely wasn’t wrong. “I’ll give you a man likely invented them, though. I suspect that no sane women would look at an oreo and think perfection needed to be improved upon. I do, however, suspect that the deep fried tequila was a female creation. Angel food cake soaked in tequila and deep fried?” He took a bite of his oreo, making a face as the molten lava hit his tongue. “That was definitely a woman.”

Nik started to make a crack about whether or not she could conjure breath mints after that hot dog, but he didn’t because that implied good-night kisses. He was already so nervous about that (or what the lack thereof meant) that he was playing scenario after scenario in his head.

He pointed to a hot dog stand that was conveniently located next to set of tables with a big red and white Coke umbrella covering them. “Look. It’s like they knew you were coming. Shall we get dinner and sit? Eat without swallowing it whole?” Though, with this stuff maybe swallowing it whole was best? “It will give us a moment to steel ourselves for that.” Nik pointed up to the rollercoaster, still not completely trusting it. He was a werewolf, nothing short of decapitation would kill him…but he’d heard stories.

Taking her hand ( a bold move that he hoped didn’t get his own torn off) and set out in search of the most obnoxious hot dogs they could find.

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Liv:

Liv met Nik’s eyes. Deadpan, she said, “I took off my shirt at St John’s Infirmary, stole two bottles of whiskey and streaked down Bourbon Street. I don’t know why no one appreciated it. I mean, it wasn’t Mardi Gras, but the town’s not usually that stitched up; it was really good bourbon, though.”

Nik’s expression was priceless, and Liv let out a tinkling laugh.

“New Orleans is crawling with witches. I have absolutely no idea how many of them know my family, but I’m not taking any risks. So, New Orleans is out of bounds until I’m… safe. Whatever that means.”

On to better topics, before Liv lost all sense of decency and pointed out that Nik’s mom was probably a witch, since Elijah was wearing that ring, and that it would be very odd if Elijah was the only sibling with those sorts of abilities. It might be in her nature to needle and see if she could get a reaction, but she was trying to perhaps not be so automatically… Liv-like. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so tired. Maybe abrasive was done with.

“I have to admit, I’ve never heard of deep-fried tequila. And yes, I’m willing to bet that was a woman.” And actually, that was genius. “But now I’ve heard of it, I really, really want it. So, maybe next time.” Next date. Whatever. Liv had no idea what she was doing, here; dating wasn’t exactly in her wheelhouse. Trust her to get slightly – slightly – swept off her feet by the last gentleman in the city.

She let Nik take her hand. Strange sensation, but she didn’t hate it. She squeezed lightly back and let herself by led to the hot dog stand.

“I could use some of those curly fries, too,” she said. Curly fries. Did they even contain potato? Mostly batter, she thought, but they were cute. And sitting down sounded good.

So, kransky dog, fried onion, mustard and mild hot sauce, screw the sauerkraut because that’s obviously gross. Side of curly fries. All served up in those ugly plastic baskets that are synonymous with these sorts of fairs.

“Smells perfect,” she said, a few minutes later, sitting on a plastic chair. Somewhere, she could the sound of carousel music, a taunting voice daring them to try the haunted house. A witch and a werewolf. That could go hilariously wrong.

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Nik:

For one horrifying second, Nik was sure Olivia was telling the truth about New Orleans, but then her explanation made much more sense. He should have figured that a place like New Orleans would be crawling with the supernatural. It just hadn’t been something he thought about after the curse was trigged and he ran. But…safe. Yes, he wanted her safe.

It surprised him how his thoughts automatically drifted to what he would do to keep her out of harm’s way. What was even more surprising was that the answer was nearly anything. He would do nearly anything to make sure she was safe and happy.

The food looked awful, but smelled divine. He was pretty sure they were going to pay for this after the first ride, but he wasn’t one to rain on anyone’s parade. Besides, if she could conjure one of those little airplane sickness bags, things were going to work out fine.

He hoped.

“You know I never once thought about things that went bump in the night before…well…you know. I lived in New Orleans for years since coming from London, and I’ve heard all the stories. I figured they were just stories though; I never gave them more than a passing thought.” Nik stared at the hot dog for the longest moment, trying to figure out a way to best attack it. Finally shrugging, he just picked it up and risked the mess.

“Now, I still think some things are ridiculous.” He kept going after he chewed. “I mean, that cat thing in Alaric’s alleyway. Is there some sort of spell that can be done to figure out what it is? I’m pretty sure it’s no mere cat.” That thing creeped Nik out. Beady eyes and black swishing tail.

He almost shivered.

“But I mean, things like unicorns and fairies. I’m assuming they’re not real. Vampires, werewolves, witches…are there other shifters? Besides wolves?” Nik assumed Olivia might know more than him, seeing as how she had been born into this life and he was relatively new.

The curly fries were delicious, despite being batter and grease. This was the best idea for a first date, and he was already hoping and planning for a second. It was a question that hit him out of nowhere, but he wanted to know the answer. Perhaps her answer would give him the courage to ask for that second date, or let him know that she wasn’t interested. “Why did you say yes? When I asked you here tonight? I never really suspected that you liked me overly much, so…why?”

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Liv:

“Oh, that thing is most certainly not a cat,” Liv said. “If it was, it would go for one of the birds every now and then, but all it does is watch the shop. But if there’s a spell, I don’t know what it is. I did one, the day after I started. Just a simple spell to reveal anything that might not be what it seems to be. You go into a sort of trance, and just look around, and you can see things that aren’t behaving the way they’re supposed to behave. That shop – it was a mistake. There’s a haunted book. Yes, I told Ric, he put it in a curse box while he decides what to do with it. I found an old necklace concealing an extremely powerful protection charm. He marked up the price about a thousand percent, but my plan is to sell it to someone who really needs it. And that’s just scratching the surface. Nothing too dangerous, anyway. But the cat – I went outside, and it was sitting on the fence, completely black. Since it seems unlikely that a black cat is masquerading as a tortoiseshell, I have to assume the thing is immune. Which is intriguing.”

She chewed thoughtfully for a moment, and swallowed, chasing it with a drink.

“But I didn’t get a bad feeling. I think it might be a kind of familiar. Like I told you, Ric learned runecraft all by himself, no magic. He’s not a witch, but he’s got more power than he realizes. I wouldn’t tell him that, if I were you; he’s got a dangerous streak, and I wouldn’t want him fucking with his karma by trying to get more of it. Our little secret, okay? But I think that cat, whatever it is, is keeping an eye on him. So, whatever, I’ll keep an eye on it. Ric keeps an eye on me – I swear he sees some poor orphan girl when he looks at me – so it’s a perfect circle.”

Liv smirked. “And for the record, fairies are real. And if you ever attract the attention of one, you need to do something to appease it, or it will fuck up your life.” She finished with a wink, and went back to her food.

And then he had to ask a question about feelings.

Liv sighed, and thought about it. Why had she said yes? Because he was making her laugh. She didn’t laugh often enough. But it was more than that. She shook her head, and a tendril of curly hair fell over one eyes. She pushed it back behind her ear.

“Bad shit has happened in my life,” she said, carefully, and for a second, she was a little girl again, hiding under the bed. She missed Jo. She missed Luke. “A lot of bad shit. And it’s easy to get mean. I got mean. I throw it up like a shield and most people go away again. Sensible people, I mean, obviously not you.

“Bad shit has happened in your life, too. And instead of being mean, you… you help around the shop, you’re nice to the mean cash register chick, you even tolerate Damon, smarmiest vampire I’ve ever met. I don’t know. You’re nice. And I usually don’t like that. But maybe, sometimes, I do. And that’s all you’re getting out of me right now. So, roller coaster?”

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Nik:

Nik didn’t want to think about the cat – or fairies for that matter. Some things were just best left to the imagination, and that cat creeped him out. He was pretty sure it was evil (okay, no, it wasn’t evil…but thinking that made it a whole lot easier to stay clear). “I promise to avoid fairies and haunted books and…cats that are not cats. The more I think about it, the more I think I should just avoid all things related to Alaric that aren’t you or my bed.”

He gave her a wry smile before balling up his trash and tossing it in the waste basket nearby.

The question about why Liv said yes seemed to throw her for a loop, and he regretted asking as soon as the words had left his mouth. Nik wasn’t used to people wanting to spend time with him, especially people like her. The question had been self-depreciating, full of genuine curiosity, but he recognized that it might have made her uncomfortable.

“That was unfair of me, Olivia. I apologize.” Nik appreciated her answer though, even if the words were measured and careful. “Your reasons are your own, and it is not my place to pry.” But she was right. Bad things had happened to them both, and he supposed that was one way to forge a connection. One day, if she didn’t tire of him when she saw how incredibly…unexciting…he was, he would like to know more about these bad things that happened to her, but he would never force anything she wasn’t comfortable with telling him.

Nik knew how tightly some things were held to the chest; he had his own demons that he didn’t want anyone to ever know.

“Roller coaster,” he nodded, hesitating a moment before reaching out to take her hand once again. The ride attendant barely looked at the stamps on the back of their hands before loading them into the front car of the ride. The seat belt and shoulder harnesses were cinched in tight enough that his breath caught, and Nik looked over at her with a mischievous grin. “I’m willing to bet you a giant cone of cotton candy that you scream before I do.”

A challenge, perhaps, but he suspected it would appeal to her. His smile widened as the ride jolted into motion, starting the slow climb up the first hill.

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Liv:

Liv turned to Nik with a dry smile, and nodded.

“You’ll win that bet,” she said. “Because I know the secret to getting really, really scared is to scream until you think your lungs will burst. Tell your body you’re about to die a horrible twisted death and feel the adrenalin fill your veins, and your heart race. Scream loud enough and long enough and this thing will feel like your last seconds on earth, and let me tell you… for you and I, there could be much, much worse ways to go,” she said, looking down over the fair, over the trees beyond. People scurrying like ants, looking for cheap carbs and ugly stuffed toys.

The roller coaster crested, and slowed, and gave a contrived little wriggle as if to suggest that they could fall and die any second, and Liv felt herself smiling wider than she generally did. Dimples drilled into her cheeks until she felt them ache. The car seemed to stay suspended for a long moment, and then…

True to her word, the moment they began the descent, Liv started to scream, still grinning, wild and delighted, but she screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt the edge of panic slam through her, let herself imagine for a moment what would happen if they toppled off, if she and Nik as the frontrunners were the only ones who would see the blacktop as they plummeted to the ground. They hit the bottom, and flew up the next ascent, and Liv heard herself laughing.

She looked down at her hand. She’d gripped Nik’s hand tightly. No idea when that happened, but it felt nice. Ugh, she was turning into some kind of girly-girl, terrific. It didn’t sound terrible, though. Mash notes and sneaking a kiss by the counter. Maybe it would be fun.

“I told you,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy your cotton candy. Do werewolves’ teeth rot?”

As they began the second descent, Liv started to scream again, and the sound was sort of musical, for a girl who hadn’t laughed enough in a couple of years.

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Nik:

Nik watched her the entire way up the first climb. The way she spoke, the way she smiled, the way her curls blew in the wind…and he felt the stirrings of something that had long been dormant in his chest. When he was in junior high – eighth grade, he thought – he had the biggest crush on a girl who had been way out of his league. It didn’t make him feel half as giddy as sitting here next to Olivia.

True to her word, she screamed first. His stomach leaped into his throat, and Nik probably would have screamed too – but he was too busy watching her be wrapped up in the thrill of it all.

The ride was over before he knew it; the same bored attendant shuffled them out with, a ‘have a nice night’ and a half-assed smile. Nik was on cloud nine though, and his adrenalin was racing. “I’m not sure about the rotten teeth, but I would suspect not. Could you imagine a werewolf with decayed fangs? They would not last very long, I’d wager.”

Now he was thinking about it…too hard. Maybe he would ask Alaric.

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Cotton Candy. Spinny rides. Something chocolate and marshmallow on a stick. The Ferris Wheel. Several horrid attempts at Skeeball. Then the lights were shutting off, and they were being ushered out of the fair. It was just after midnight, still fairly early for a Friday night, as they were trudging back to the car – arms loaded down with several stuffed animals (that she had won) and a few more snacks that might hold until the morning.

Nik stopped at passenger side door, sticking the key into the lock and pulling the door open for her. “I don’t think I’ve had quite that much fun in a very long time. I…” It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her out again, to offer to take her to dinner or something equally ‘date-like.’ Instead he was caught with the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

Perhaps it was the way she seemed to glow with excitement, or maybe the rush of sugar in his system. Whatever it was, Nik found himself unable to resist…even if it he mind be on the receiving end of some nasty spell.

He stepped closer, hesitant, but threaded fingers through her hair. The first touch of his lips was as hesitant as his steps had been, just a gentle press of lips against hers. When she didn’t pull away (or hit him), Nik pressed a little deeper, still relatively chaste, and finally let his eyes drift closed. A moment later he pulled away altogether and stepped back, a sheepish grin on his face. “I…umm…I probably should have asked first. I, well, I have been thinking about doing that for a while now. Shall we? It is…early…but I can take you home if you wish.”

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Liv:

Sometimes, this seemed so easy; other times, Liv felt herself clam up, panic shooting through her at the thought of how much of herself she’d already revealed to Nik. But was that really so terrible? He was nice, trustworthy (or at the very least, if she let herself be utterly cynical, he had plenty of secrets of his own and couldn’t blow hers). He was annoyingly disarming, with that easy smile, his unwillingness to be mean no matter how rude she was. And as it turned out, even a seriously chaste kiss, bodies held apart by an armload of the cheapest crap a fair had ever stocked, had her feeling a little… well. Dishevelled.

Dishevelled was probably about right, actually, with her lips burning (admittedly, there had been a lot of salt, sugar, and more than a few E-numbers), and her arms still wrapped tightly around a massive orange snake, something that might have been a dog and might have been a Tasmanian devil, and a huge stuffed ice cream with a face. Oh, and the unicorn, which she actually planned to keep, for laughs.

“It’s alright,” she said. “If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would have turned you into a toad.”

Not actually possible, but shhhhhhhh.

She adjusted her footing.

“It really is early,” she said, with a shrug. “What are we, the golden girls? We’re both too young to need beauty sleep, and I don’t work until four tomorrow.”

Also, there was every chance Alaric was taking advantage of this quite time to make a mess of Elijah’s head, and Liv decided it was probably better that Nik didn’t rush home.

She glanced behind them, as the lights began to disappear, a section at a time, and at the peanut shells at her feet. “Enzo works late tonight. We could sit on the roof. It’s nice up there.” And Liv wasn’t sure she was willing to say goodnight without finding out how Nik kissed when he… when he knew he had permission.

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Nik:

Nik looked confused (and a bit worried) when she mentioned turning him into a toad. Was that even possible? He didn’t know, but one thing was for certain – he never wanted to give Liv the opportunity to try. It was one thing turning into a wolf because one’s genetics demanded it; it was entirely different to be turned into a toad because he’d offended a beautiful woman.

But…Liv wanted him to kiss her. He blinked, actually shocked, and then helped her into the car with her armload of spoils from the fair.

“Alright,” he smiled, climbing behind the driver’s seat of his car. The engine cranked readily (much to his surprise, truthfully), and he angled the car back toward her apartment. “I suppose I could stay for a bit. I would most certainly hate for you to think I’m some sort of old woman in a hopelessly dated sitcom.”

Getting to spend more time with her wasn’t a hardship on his part – not at all.

But Nik did feel mildly guilty for leaving Elijah alone for so long. He could only hope that Alaric would not drive him away (as unintentionally as it would be), and that his brother would listen to reason when he was confronted with the truth.

“You know, there was a time when I did not think any of this possible. There was a time when I assumed I would be alone in this – before Alaric, you…even Damon. I just assumed…” And there had been the days when he’d considered just ending it, stopping himself for good before he hurt someone. Nik was eternally grateful that he’d stumbled upon them. “I just want to thank you, Olivia. For tonight. For everything.”

There. Enough. The apartments were coming into view, and he turned into the parking lot without saying another word. “Come. Show me this view of yours. I suspect it would be even better with a bottle of bourbon…lucky us, I happen to have one in the boot of my car.”

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Liv:

Liv knew that feeling. She knew it well. When she and Luke had said their goodbyes, she’d steeled her heart and sworn she’d never try to fit anywhere. She’d work, she’d live, and she’d wait until they could be together again, and her adult life could actually start.

And then she’d found a job in a magic shop. Made friends. Despite her outward behavior, she didn’t exactly… hate any of them. Maybe, begrudgingly, she’d started to think of them as the most ridiculously mismatched family she’d ever come across – a werewolf, a witch, a vampire, a magic shop owner who was less of a squib than he thought he was, and a bartender whose ears suggested he was probably related to pixies in one way or another. All rounded out with a cat that was decidedly not a cat.

Weird-ass family. She was still undecided about the witchy-lawyer. If he could survive a couple of weeks of well-slung barbs, she’d give him some consideration, on account of Nik.

Constitutionally incapable of saying thank you (but capable of at least expressing it with pancakes for breakfast), Liv tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I had a good time too,” she said. Close enough. If he was expecting her to suddenly stop being prickly because he had soft hair and kissed like he meant it, he was mistaken. But she was smiling.

“Bourbon on the roof. Sounds like a plan.” Also sounded kind of like the opening bar to act two in a romantic comedy, but no need to point that out. “But if you get drunk, you’re sleeping on the couch. Remember, neither of us puts out on the first date.”

She gave a coy smile, and climbed out of the car.

“We have to go through the inside. Fire escape is off the kitchen.”

~complete~