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Swim Lessons

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: in Jackson, you find a creative way to get Joel to come to the lake to see Ellie swim.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, Joel calls you a slut or whore a few times, fingering, orgams denial, slight belly bulge, teasing, minor breeding kink (honestly I don't count it but maybe sorta), description of female reader body, low key perverted Joel, language, wet Joel is a warning itself.

18+ ONLY, minors DNI

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You were walking outside, planting flowers outside some of the main walkways when you had overheard the two of them through their kitchen window.

Ellie was begging Joel to teach her how to swim during their first summer at Jackson. There was a lake within the confines of the community that was open for fishing and, during the hot summer months, leisure swimming. What a luxury in the apocalypse.

"No."

"Please??"

"I said no."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled under her breath.

Joel shot daggers at her, but he was not going to budge.

"Ain't going to no lake and getting my clothes wet just to watch you flail like a kid who can't swim."

"I AM a kid who can't swim, asshole. And you'd have to take your clothes off, duh."

Oh what a sight that would be.

Joel laughed out loud. "Even more reason I won't be there."

Joel turned around and noticed you leaning on the ground, your back turned towards him. He admired your silhouette, the little shorts and tank top covering your backside as you delicately turned over the soil and planted the bulbs. He was unaware that you could hear their conversation, but you were fully aware oh his eyes burning at the back of your skull.

Ellie noticed (she always notices--Joel can't help but make it so obvious when he's staring at you). "She'll be there too."

Joel scoffed, acting like be wasn't checking you out for three silent minutes straight. "Who?" He asks incredulously.

Ellie raised her eyebrows. "Bet she'll wear something cute."

Joel shook his head, acting uninterested. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute eying you up once again and trying NOT to think about the numerous bathing suits he could picture you In, all of which he'd be stripping you out of by the time the sun set.

You hear your name being called from the window by Ellie. You turn around and wave. Joel tries to dodge your eyes, a blush creeping on his face.

"Will you teach me to swim tomorrow at the lake?" Ellie asked.

"Of course!" You responded. "I'll be there at 3."

The next day, right at 3pm, Ellie was right on time. You were stretching along the sandy waterline, watching others kick around the shallow waters and diving into the depths. It was genuinely peaceful.

Ellie wore a full piece that ended in shorts, modestly covering her lower region. You could tell she was incredibly anxious to be standing around in such tight fitting and revealing clothes.

It pissed you that she was alone.

"He didn't come?"

"Said he would think about it. But he was going down for a nap when I left." She mumbled dejected. You watched her twirl her fingers anxiously, watching the dozens of kids and adults freely splashing around the water.

You knew having Joel here would help her confidence, knowing there was someone here who knew her more intimately. The one who taught her to shoot, hunt, and survive. But ultimately, having Joel here would give her someone to bully, and that was a huge confidence booster for the 14 year old.

"He'll come," you said, absolutely sure. "I'll go talk to him in a few minutes. Now let's just standing in the water for a bit, get you used to the temperature."

Joel was lying faceup on the couch, his arm propping his neck up against the armrest. He had no plans to go to the lake that day. The less he thought about you, the better off he'd be at resisting your temptations.

A fervent knock on the door startled him. Grumbling, he reluctantly got up from napping position and opened the door.

There were a million things he expected, but you standing there in the most revealing bikini, dripping wet all over his porch, fucking barefoot, was not one of them.

"Hey Joel!" You beamed. You could see his brain stop working as he stood there gawking at you like a fish out of water. "Ellie forgot her goggles so I'm just coming by to pick them up."

"Uhhhhh."

You had to suppress the smirk on your face as you pushed by him to jog upstairs to Ellies room. When you came back, making an obvious show of your breasts and ass bouncing down the stairs, you twirled the googles in your hand. "Got em!"

You made your way to the front door.

Joel still hadn't uttered a word. He was struggling to process what to say. He could be mad that you barged in without permission. Or that you were leaving water footprints all over the floorboards. But no, all that was on his mind was the way the water dripped down your wet hair, running down between the valley of your tits, your belly, cascading along your naval, between your legs. The way the bra did nothing but accentuate your supple breasts, pushing them up and together like they were tempting him. How gorgeous your legs looked with basically string over your hips, and the glistening of droplets against your skin just making you shine in the sun. The entire time he didn't even make eye contact with you, so unaware of the fact that he was staring at every inch of your body. His tongue slowly licked his parched lips. The only thing on his mind was bending you over his knee right now and beating you ass red--

"Ellie's making good progress. Shame you won't be there to see," you said, smile still genuine and sweet on your face as you went to the front door. He finally looks up to your eyes and blushes, quickly looking away.

"Yeah.... shame," he mumbles.

You wave goodbye--making even effort to have your tits sway with the movement, before hopping off towards the lake.

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It takes all of 10 minutes for Joel to show up at the lake. You know it because Ellie, who was now doggy paddling in the shallow end, stood up and gave a low whistle. You were in the water with her, lying down to submerge your body, when you turned around. God, you wish you had a camera.

Joel stood in the sand awkwardly looking lost and out of place, beach towel in hand, flip-flops and (oh my GOD) actual shorts. You took a closer look, realizing this is the first time you've ever seen his legs (he's always wearing jeans) and notice they weren't swim trunks. They were fucking boxers. To your dismay, he was wear a short sleeves shirt, but none the less, this was most naked Joel had ever been in pubblic. And you could see the same nervous stance Ellie had when she first showed up too.

"Well aren't you pretty, you old fucker," Tommy muttered, whistling at Joel as well. He was sun bathing in his swim trunks, shirtless, with sunglasses.

Ellie bounced out of the water to come oogle Joel, making snide comments. Her attitude had improved immensely, just as you suspected.

"Yeah yeah, shut up." He groaned. "Where are your goggles?"

"What goggles?"

Joel stared at Ellie, then to you. He gave you a knowing, defeated look. You sunk down in to the water so he couldnt see your giggles. He sat down next to Tommy.

You came out, freshly soaking wet in your bikini.

Joel moved his beach towel to his lap, wrapping up towards his lower ribcage to conceal his belly, sitting there with hands by his side, legs bent, trying to hide his obvious boner from the world. Despite how much he eye fucked you earlier, he was doing his best to avoid looking at you now.

"So nice of you to come see Ellie, Joel," you teased. You sat down next to him, softly pressing your tits right against his muscle arm. The tips of his ears were bright red.

"You're supposed to take your shirt off and go swimming," Ellie said.

"M'fine right here. Ain't nobody need to see what's under here."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled. Before Joel could tut her off, she was leaping back into the water. You and Joel were both extremely proud of the work she had made.

And yes, you could see the difference in her confidence now that Joel was here watching her. You both watched her splash some of the other kids, laughing and enjoying herself.

Without removing his gaze from Ellie, Joel leaned towards you. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"

He hadn't noticed you had whipped the goggles out. You dropped them on to his lap, causing him to yelp as they grazed the tip of his erect dick under the towel. You snatched his glasses from his eyes and put them over your head, forcing him squint at you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

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About two hours later, most people had gone home to enjoy a summer nap after a day at the lake. The sun was setting beyond the trees. Joel waved Tommy goodbye, leaving just him, you, and Ellie. You had fallen asleep under an umbrella (an umbrella Joel had to put over you so you didn't burn in the sun while you slept.)

He took his shirt off and slipped into the lake, encouraging Ellie to go deeper into the water, promising he'd be right next to her. You had awoken to both of them comfortably in the water together, Ellie splashing Joel and getting his fluffy hair all wet and tampered down. It made your heart swell to watch the two of them exist as they are without anyone else.

You did your job. Time to go home.

You had started rolling up your towel when Joel's wet hand reached out and grabbed you. You turned around and saw him dripping wet, finally shirtless. Fuck he was even more imposing with less clothing. His soft belly did nothing to lessen his broad shoulders and strong built. Your eyes drifted down to his boxers, now clinging to his muscle thighs and hips and the outline of his big fucking c---

Joel smirked to himself, seeing the blush creep on your face. He realized how the reversal of your roles from earlier still garnered the same reaction.

"Thanks again for coming to teach Ellie to swim," you piped, hoping it wasn't obvious the effect his body had on you for a change.

"You were the one teaching her most of it. Just came to watch."

"Me or Ellie?" You smirked.

Joel rolled his eyes. He would never admit that the main reason he came was to watch you strut around in that pathetic excuse of a bikini for hours. Once you had given him a taste at his front door and left, he botled upstairs, dug through his clothes, searching for swim trunks. He didn't want to see too out of the ordinary when he showed up to eye fuck you for the rest of the evening. Not having a single pair of swim shorts wasn't going to stop him from seeing you in your glory.

He glanced back down to your breasts (now realizing you were pushing your arms together to accentuate their plumpness right at him), licking his lips. Seductively bringing his darkened gaze back to you, you felt your pussy throb with need.

He clearbed his throat. "Well, I was wonderin' if you wanted to--"

Before he could finish, Ellie had slapped a hand on Joel's back, barging in the conversation. "I am soooo pruney! Anyway, thanks for teaching me to swim!" She wrapped Joel's towel around his shoulders.

You and Joel both say at the same time "You're welcome."

Ellie took one look at the pair of you before loudly announcing, "Im going to Dina's tonight. Bye!" Before running off.

And then there were two.

You shuffled awkwardly, avoiding his eyes by playing with the sand below your feet. "You were saying? Wondering if I wanted to ... get swim lessons from you too?"

"Ha. No. Sure you're a fantastic swimmer. No. Wonderin' if you wanted to come to my place tonight."

"Oh? What for?" You teased.

He leaned closer, his fingers dragging your chin so you stare up as he pressed his wet body against yours. He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth before answering: "'Cause I'm not fucking you in some nasty lake."

You gulp, never expecting him to he so forward. For once, he had you speechless while he enjoyed your freezed reaction.

You two had barely made it through his front door before he was shoving his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss. Your lips were dry from the hours in the sun and water, but he was so thirsty for a taste of you that he couldn't care in the slightest.

"Teasin me all day with this fuckin bikini," he groaned, pulling the thin string that held your bilinki top together from the back. The top fell right off, his hands immediately replacing them to rub your breasts. "Knew these tits would be gorgeous," he moaned into your mouth, making you shiver. You closed your lips around his again, feeling his hands travel down your back till they reached your ass, giving a firm squeeze. "Can't believe you went out wearing a fucking thong and calling it a bathing suit."

"This IS a bathing suit," you laughed, licking his bottom pouty lip. "Least I didnt wear actual underwear."

He bit your earlobe, pressing you against the wall. "Gave you something to think about, didn't it?" His fingers were pushing your bottoms aside and rubbing along your soaked folds. You keened into his mouth, eyes closing with head thrown back. You could feel his hot breath on your face. "Fuckin knew you'd be soaked. Not just talkin about the water. Drenched cunt just from lookin at me, huh? Filthy slut."

Holy FUCK he had a mouth, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused from his words.

He continued to stroke your clit with his thumb, two fingers seaking your hole and plunging in at once. "Oh, fuck, Joel!"

He propped his knee between your legs, preventing you from closing them. He let you grind your pussy against his palm while he worked both fingers fast, curling, pulling then pushing in fast rythm, hitting your g spot with deadly precision.

"You like this?"

"Ah huh!"

"Say it."

"I like it! Oh J--m' gonna cum!"

Joel immediately withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the emptiness. "What the f--"

"Teachin everybody some lessons today." He kissed each cheek. "You're gonna learn not to tease me like that."

He continued to press his lips all over you you, refusing to put his fingers back on your aching clit. He resorted to grinding his wet bulge against your mound. You gasped at the sheer size of him, desperately needing that thing inside you.

Between kisses, you had gripped his hair which had now started to curl again around the roots. You managed to say, "Shower."

Joel scooped you up bridal style and carried you up the stairs. He placed you down in the bathroom slapping your ass.

"Take that rudiculous thing off," he ordered, nodding to your bikini bottom while he stripped off his own wet clothes off.

Your thighs clenched at the sight of his erect dick bouncing up to his soft tummy, standing tall, dripping a healthy amount of precum. It was flush red, angry at the tip, pulsing towards you. "See what ya do to me?" He wrapped a thick hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly while watching you. "Been like this all day cuz of you."

Your eyes never left it as you stepped backwards into the shower. He followed you in, shutting the curtains behind him.

While you turned on the shower and adjusted the heat, you could feel his lips met the back of your neck, slowly trailing down your shoulders and back up your spine. His stiff cock pressed between your silky thighs, rutting against your ass each time with desperate thrusts. You could feel your cunt aching at his earlier denial of your orgasm. You sigh heavily once the heat sprays you both. "Should get clean first before our mouths get too busy."

Joel nodded. You had lathered each other up, taking extra care to slick up his dick while he rubbed suds all over your ass, tits, and folds. He grunted, smiling when you would twist your wrist at the tip before fisting his cock repeatedly.

"Beautiful," he whispered against your lips.

His hand crept lower to your ass then down one thigh, hosting it up and around his hip as he drove your back against the slick wall. His other hand notched his cock at your entrance, teasing it.

"Gonna be a good girl and take this, yes?"

You bit your lip, avoiding his eyes. Of course you wanted to take that big fucker, ride his dick until morning. But you wanted to see how far he'd go just to "teach you a lesson."

Joel didn't like your lack of response. You felt a bot hand wrap around your throat, straitening you up. He pressed his face so close, his nose pushing against your cheek.

"SAY IT."

"'m gonna be a good girl, take your cock," you pleaded, unable to put up a farsce anymore. You smirked, and God, you were gonna be the death of him.

Joel impaled you on his full length in one thrust. You gasped, head slamming against the tile. "Ow!"

Joel's hand gently cupped the back of your head, rubbing the ache. "You okay?" He asked. He stayed still inside you.

You were so overwhelmed with how full you felt, how he just throbbed against your walls, that the pain in your head subsided quickly with his soft touch. "Just fuck me, pretty boy," you moaned.

He brought his lips to yours before beginning his assault, bringing both legs around his waist as he fucked you against the wall.

You had noticed it earlier when he emerged from the water with Ellie. How he'd run his hands in his wet hair, the wait it plastered smoothly against his head. It made him look both younger and older all at once. Mature and aloof, bold and serious, yet tender and like a playboy. It made you realize just how badly you wanted to be in this position right now, his cock ramming against your cervix, taking you like you were his.

"Little pussy so fucking tight, baby," he growled against your chest. "Fucking made to take my cock, ain't that right?"

You nodded again, whimpers and little shootings being the only sounds that could escape you.

As the water washed away the suds from your body, Joel took the opportunity to suck one breast in his mouth, biting your nipple. You dragged your hands into his hair, clenching tightly, wanting less, wanting more, wanting him.

His lower belly was grinding perfectly against your clit, your climax finding you quickly. "Joel," you warned.

"Go ahead, baby. You earned it. Cum on my cock."

And you were, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you cum, cum and cum, pent up from not just today but from the weeks and weeks you had been teasing, trying, testing Joel, just to get you here. You smiled sadistically, still on cloud nine, rubbing your pussy against him.

Joel glances down at the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm heat. "Ooohh f-fuck baby. Look at that."

You looked down with him, watching a slight bulge appear and disappearing against your lower tummy with each puncture of his cock deep inside you. He pressed a palm flat against it, your walls clamping down on his dick even harder. "So big, Joel. Fills me up so good."

"Yeah? Been thinking about this cock filling you forever, haven't you? Doing whatever to get me to fuck you. M gonna give it to you, sweet pea. Every fucking day. Every night. Just keep those legs spread f'me, ya hear?"

"Yes yes yes yes, oh God yes, Joel!" You could already feel a second orgasm building inside you. You leaned back further into the wall, leveraging yourself to help bounce on his cock with each thrust.

"Little whore. Fucking yourself on my cock like that. Gotta ride my dick like this later tonight, okay? Ain't gonna last much now. Been needing you too much." He was grunting into your shoulder now, letting out needy groans as he neared his end. "Where do ya want?"

You shouldnt. Should be smart about this. Especially your first time with him. Especially in the apocalypse. Especially without any protection. But Your body had a mind of its own now, that familiar feeling climbing higher and higher deep inside you. Your ankles hitch around his back, caging him against you, reducing him to shallow, deep thrusts inside.

Joel could feel your tight draw to him. He smiled against your neck, thrusts picking up pace. "Tell me. Need to hear ya say it."

You gripped his hair again, making him moan, yanking him back to look you in the eyes. "Want your cum inside me, Joel Miller."

He drove his hips into yours like a mad man, fucking himself as deep as possible, teeth gritting, never once breaking eye contact, and then suddenly the both of you were seizing up, eyebrows scrunched together, mouths agape but pressed together as your orgasms washed over you. You could feel hot ropes of his cum pump deep inside, one, two, threefourfive--six healthy strings of pulses, emptying his load into your womb.

You both panted loudly, the only other sounds being the steady cascade of water down the drain. Joel peppered your lips in light kisses as you both came down from your highs. You could hardly form your lips to return the kisses, instead now realizing just how light headed you were feeling after the best cum of your life. Joel felt your legs loosen, barely catching yourself, as his cock slipped from your embrace. Strong arms didn't let go of you, watching as your eyes close, blissfully, your skin hot from the water.

He turned off the water and carried you to the bed, gently lying you down. He dried you up with a towel, with extra care against your battered pussy. Copious amounts of his cum was leaking, and he had to restrain himself from putting his hot tongue between your legs to clean you up, enjoy the taste of both of your mixed cum bit more. No, you were half passed out, skin aflamed from the hot shower. You needed tending.

He disappeared from the room for a moment, naked wet ass and all, before reappearing with a bottle.

"Need to start hydrating more if you're gonna be out in the sun all day, lady." He helped tilt your head up so you could take gulps of much needed water. You broke away to breath heavily, some water slipping down your chest. Joel didn't hesitate to drag his tongue up your skin, sucking the water off. You smiled dreamily.

"That's what you're here for."

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You napped, fucked again, ate, sucked his cock, then he ate you out, fell asleep, and then woke up with his cock buried inside you again.

The next morning, Joel got an angry Maria banging on his door, cussing him out for using too much water for your extra long shower yesterday, causing a shortage of heat and fresh running water for the surrounding 6 homes.

#pedro pascal smut #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

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bottlehawk · 1 year

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hs kids' first day on the earth c minecraft survival server

jake: starts digging straight down as soon as he spawns. keeps digging. keeps digging. keeps digging. no one ever sees him again

jane: enters ready to get everyone organized. half the server immediately runs off doing their own thing. stops the remaining crew before they wander off so they can start building a base before it turns to night. gives everyone roles and then has to go afk because she was on her lunch break and is actually playing minecraft on her company computer. comes back hours later and finds the entire server on fire.

karkat: gets a stone hoe and some wheat seeds thrown at him and is told to set up a wheat farm. nods even though he's never played minecraft before and doesn't know how. clicks the ground with the hoe and it seems to do something so he does that for a while. dave comes over and asks him why he's been just plowing the ground in one really long straight line. tells him to fuck off so he does. wishes he hadn't when he realizes he could've asked him for help. figures out that if you click on the ground with the seed it plants it and decides he's actually a minecraft genius and doesn't need anybody's help at all. dusts his hands off proud of the work he's done and then goes to try to find kanaya.

kanaya: is given a stone axe and is told to chop down some wood for the houses. does and gives roxy some stacks and goes to chop down some more wood because she honestly finds it kind of therapeutic. ends up clearing an entire mountain. night comes and mobs start sprouting up and she chops them down too. is surrounded by fields of floating rotten flesh and bones and cursed armor when suddenly she sees flames in the distance near the base. starts marching down there with the grim resolution of an executioner, ready to now start chopping some necks.

terezi: learns how to craft a flint and steel and discovers the magic of fire. laughs maniacally as she starts burning cows she runs into and laughs even more when she discovers they drop cooked meat. wants to find more things to burn. finds a raider's base and the sound of the wood torching up into flames does something to her and she starts setting fire to the entire forest. stumbles across the base. sets fire to one of the buildings. karkat comes over and yells and asks what the fuck she's doing. sets karkat on fire. laughs as she watches him run in circles not knowing how to stop the flames. suddenly gets murked by kanaya who's sneaked up behind her, and continues being hunted down by her as she respawns for the rest of the night.

jade: wanders off and finds a cute little village. decides that she's adopting it now. places some flowers she's picked along the way around to make it look nice and pretty. tames and places some cats around the perimeter and puts some torches nearby to keep away mobs. builds a water fountain in the middle of the town square. waves goodbye to go find some wolves to tame and promises that she'll be back.

dave: builds elaborately detailed dirt penises all over the farm while karkat works and negs him. karkat tells him to fuck off and go do something useful. fucks off accordingly and finds jade's village. raids everything from the chests and all the crops. puts dirt dicks all over the place. kills the cats for string and free exp. kills some sheep and creates beds and pushes some of the villagers inside a shitty little acacia building he made with a sign on it saying "breeding pen". throws some potatoes at them and then blocks up the entrance. turns around and immediately gets blown up by a creeper.

calliope: is the only one given op privileges as she is the only one that everyone can trust to have it. decides she wants to build a big cool glass castle in the sky. has just finished building the base when jade types in chat that whoever destroyed her village is going to pay. types "oh no!!!" in the chat. gets a dm from dave asking her for sanctuary because jade is going to KILL him. remembers that he's made NFTs. sends jade screenshots of the exact incriminating parts in the server log and happily continues building her castle.

rose: has debug screen turned on. immediately crafts several stone axes. runs off to the nearby desert and finds a desert temple and raids it, crafting an iron bucket. fills it with water and goes to a lava pool and builds a nether portal. enters the nether. speed bridges over to a nether fortress and makes a wither skeleton farm and proceeds to grind for ~3-4 hours. collects enough wither skulls. readies her bow and summons the wither and starts using its detonating blasts to mine down for ancient debris.

roxy: tried to convince everybody at the beginning to download 727378282 mods to make the server "more FUN!!". was unsuccessful. gets told to make some houses and beds for the base so she does. looks for other things to do and finds karkat's wheat farm and is flabbergasted. why is it in one long straight line. there isn't even any water. where is the water? tells john to go get her some redstone while she fixes it up so she can automate it.

john: not sure what to do. roxy tells him to start mining for redstone ("its red and shiny lol you wont have to dig that far"). digs straight down into a cave. realizes he forgot to get wood but decides to go on anyway. uses up all his stone pickaxes mining copper because he doesn't know what it is and it looks cool. hits a slime and it divides into more slimes and he freaks out and runs away with two hearts. keeps running and finds a door in the side of the cave wall. opens it. wanders around in a cool maze and then enters a weird room with some yellow and green chest like boxes. suddenly gets attacked by a little bug making a screechy sound and panics and dies.

dirk: rounds up some animals into pens for the base and then busts out a boat and a fishing pole to try to get them a book of mending. is chilling in the middle of the ocean and then sees that dave gets blown up by a creeper in chat. asks if he's okay and if he needs someone to come over. sees that karkat got killed by terezi. sees that terezi got killed by kanaya. asks what is going on. is now rowing back towards base. jade types that her village has been destroyed. jane has logged on and is asking why the entire base is on fire. is crafting buckets and filling them with water. sees that rose got an achievement for summoning the wither. texts her "Dude did you just summon the Wither???". rose ominously replies "I've got it handled." sees john got killed by a silverfish and roxy asking when the hell john found the stronghold. jake gets a cheating death with a totem of undying achievement. proceeds to have a total aneurysm.

#homestuck #john egbert #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #jane crocker #roxy lalonde #jake english #dirk strider #karkat vantas #kanaya maryam #terezi pyrope #calliope #bottlehawk text #they have to restart the server and set ground rules because it goes to shit so fast #there are wars.#long post

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jxsterr · 7 months

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hey. what if link was so consumed by grief he was angry. cuz a tired link is brilliant, a riddled-with-illness-and-depressed link is even better, but what about a link that is so sick of all of this happening to both zelda and him that he's just FURIOUS.

like he's angry as fuck at how, despite everything they have done to protect hyrule, they're right back where they started. all that effort they put into sealing the calamity, those a hundred years link spent asleep just to be able to live again and those a hundred years zelda spent tearing herself apart just to hold that beast back, all for it to be for nothing. all that effort to dispel the ganon from their time only for ganondorf to appear from another time. it's borderline comical. link has to laugh or he'll cry. he's so tired of this constant fight but he's only tired for himself, when it comes to thinking about how much zelda has suffered and continues to suffer it conjures anger so vivid he feels it in his chest. he's so angry at how much the world continues to punish someone who has done nothing to deserve it, someone who has given her all for the people of this world and more and yet she cannot even feel the grace of peace for longer than a few years. she of all people deserves a break more than anything and he finds himself wishing he'd fallen instead of her.

link finds it hard to process or even care about the goings on in lookout landing after he finally wakes up (again). purah is babbling in his ear about something to do with increasing monster attacks but it's impossible to remain present when his mind is so torn up over zelda, his zelda. gods. she really is gone, isn't she? he doesn't know where she is, doesn't know if she's still breathing, or if he'll ever see those emerald eyes again. it's so much harder this time because last time he didn't even know her—at least not as much as he knows her now. her face was blurry back then and her voice was something so familiar yet so distant, but now he loves her. he knows her inside out, knows her favourite tea to drink in the early mornings and what books she'll pull from the bookcase based on her mood. the sun died that day and so has a part of him.

the air beside him feels so thick with emptiness that he finds himself getting lost in helping the local folks just to fill it, taking up a few errands and joining in with the monster control forces just for someone by his side. weeks pass since her fall and link finds himself stuck in the anger phase of grief. it feels like a disease, he doesn't like how angry he feels but goddess he can't stop feeling this way. it's just so fucking unfair. more often than not link finds himself venturing out of lookout landing deep in the night just to kill. not defeat, not vanquish, but to draw blood in a feeble attempt to quench the burning rage inside his soul. he tears his pathetic excuse of a sword mercilessly through the flesh of unsuspecting bokoblins, slices through the tendons of gloom hands and unleashes the full extent of his fury onto the phantoms of ganondorf's shrivelled form. he yells as he plummets the tip of his sword through the phantom's chest until it disperses into thin wisps of gloom, but it's still not enough. it's never going to be enough. he repeats the same useless task every night yet it does nothing to change anything. he's still angry.

purah's told him about the phenomenas pestering the four corners of hyrule but he can't bring himself to focus on the world just yet, so he goes to mount lanayru. he's waist deep in frozen water with hands clasped around one another when he begins his plea to the goddess. he asks her why zelda was served a fate as cruel as this, and why he seems forever cursed to walk hyrule alone. she doesn't answer. it irritates link, so he repeats himself louder. she still doesn't answer. he's yelling at her now, using the full extent of vocal cords that have barely moved since he awoke, and driving his fists through the spring water in an act of overwhelming frustration. answer me! tell me why we have to endure this! he cries, but the goddess is evermore silent. he chokes out a sob, and then, in a moment of fury, unleashes words undeserving of anyone to hear, not even ganondorf himself. he needs something that will just sit there and take it and right now he's beginning to understand the frustration zelda felt all those years ago when all her efforts went under appreciated. he decides this act is some sort of revenge for how the goddess has ignored them, even if it really isn't her fault; he just needs to feel like he's done anything of use when he's been rendered so powerless. his bitterness only continues to grow the longer she ignores him, until he's exhausted himself from the outburst and stands in the water until his limbs go numb. pathetically quiet, he curses the goddess.

when link learns of zelda's fate after the final tear, he goes missing for weeks. the only noticeable trace of him in the world is the sudden lack of monsters in some areas of hyrule, namely the lynels. the tears had acted as a sort of comfort to know that at least wherever zelda was, she was able to find some sort of comfort or happiness there. the memory of zelda and sonia made him cry hysterically afterwards, of course she still finds a way to speak of him even when they're separated by a millennia or more—but the final tear makes him feel like the air was knocked out of him. he can't even think about it, he tried to ignore zelda's dragon floating aimlessly about the skies for the first few days but the grief became too much. he finds himself cross legged on her snout, braiding blue nightshades amongst silent princesses in her mane, taking comfort in talking to her about the weight of everything on his shoulders. purah's search party is useless when he spends the first week or so constantly by zelda's side, sleeping in amongst the warmth of her locks and offering her buttered apples whenever she perched. "hey, old girl."

seeing zelda this way, knowing she has destroyed herself just so that he may prevail in the fight against the enemy who caused all this suffering.. link vows to become his worst nightmare.

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bumblesimagines · 3 months

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i think we cuddled.

should we talk about it?

- Lexi Howard

should we talk about it?

i think we cuddled.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

There were many ways to fuck up in life.

Pull an all-nighter knowing you've got an exam the next day; Pick a fight with someone twice your size; Talk shit about your boss while they're within earshot; Knock over your grandmother's ashes. Or, as you had spectacularly done, sleep with an ex-girlfriend's younger, nerdier sister in her house and her room. Granted, it was inevitable sleeping in her room considering Cassie and Lexi shared a bedroom, but it remained part of the grand fuck-up.

Throughout your whole life, Lexi Howard had remained strictly off limits. Your beloved twin sister, Maddy, had set strict ground rules for how you were to interact with her friends and by extension, Lexi which ranged from never flirting with them to never laying an even slightly suggestive finger on them. You'd followed the rules to a T during middle school and ninth grade but then Cassie Howard showed her interest and Maddy could only give in and allow it. Like most of Cassie's relationships, it crashed and burned in just over a year.

Cassie loved hard and with her whole heart but if she felt even just slightly abandoned or ignored, she leaped into the arms of whichever interested guy was closest to her. It'd been a whole ordeal that'd nearly threatened Cassie and Maddy's friendship until you managed to calm the waters and enter a genuine, and somewhat awkward, friendship with Cassie to keep the peace between the girls. By then, you had become pretty acquainted with Lexi, even going as far as calling her a friend. Which made everything about your situation worse.

"Should we talk about it?" Lexi's meek voice asked from the bed, the covers and blankets scrunched in her balled-up hands. Her big, doe-eyes watched you get dressed and you couldn't quite tell if her reddened cheeks were from embarrassment, shame, or lingering alcohol in her system. Horrible, it was horrible. Lexi should've lost her v card to some smart loser who was head over heels for her, but instead, she got you.

"What is there to talk about? We got tipsy, I drove you home, I think we cuddled, one thing led to another, and shit happened." Her lips pursed and her gaze fell onto the covers. You winced and slid on your shirt. "I don't want to be mean, Lex. I think you're great and you deserve better. You probably expected the big day to be roses and candles and an expensive dinner with someone from Harvard or Yale who would be ready to pop out the engagement ring right after. I'm sure you'll find that person eventually, though."

"What... What makes you think I expected or- or wanted all that?" Lexi frowned and you wondered what great sin you had committed to get into this situation. "Maybe- Maybe I did envision it being with you. What would be so wrong about that? I mean, you're single and-"

"Cassie would be furious, and not to mention how Maddy would react. She'll get mad on somebody's behalf and it'll be hell for both of us. It's just- It..." You sighed heavily, running a hand over your face. "Maybe if I had met you first... things would've been different, Lex. But I didn't. I dated Cassie and that breakup was a fucking mess. It wouldn't be fair on her to storm back into her life like that. I'm sorry."

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lousypotatoes · 9 days

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And I'm Ready For Love

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

90 years ago...

The flower shop had mostly been today, only a few customers coming in.

All throughout the day, Y/N waited patiently for Alastor to show up. Alastor never showed up at a specific time, he just showed up a random time.

As the shop was ten minutes away from closing, Y/N was starting to feel sad. Since they met at her shop, he hadn't missed a single day.

"Maybe he's just busy," Y/N muttered to herself. "I'll see him tonight, so it's fine."

As she started to close up the shop, her heart began to pound rapidly, despite the date not being three hours away.

She started walking home as fast as she could, wanting to get home and get ready. She already had her outfit picked out and she had an idea of how she wanted to do her makeup and her hair, but she knew that she was going to make some changes.

Y/N got home and immediately went into her bedroom, after giving Honey a quick pet, of course.

She got rid of her work clothes and put on her dress, admiring the way the dress hugged tightly around her body and showing off her curves. She picked out this dress because it was red, and she knew that red was Alastor's favorite color.

Moving on to her makeup, she started applying her blush when she noticed her hands were trembling. Y/N didn't realize how nervous she was until now. Taking deep breaths, she attempted to calm herself down. When she did, she finished applying her blush and moved on to her mascara.

Looking at the clock on the wall, her eyes widened, seeing she only had forty-five minutes left to get ready.

'How did the time go by that fast?' Y/N thought, grabbing her curling iron.

As fast as she could, she curled her H/C hair, concentrating hard not to burn her fingers.

At last, Y/N finished getting ready, with five minutes left to spare. Going out in the living room, she put on her gloves and her heels and waited patiently in the living room.

As she waited, she got to thinking. It had been a while since Y/N had been on a real date. The only dates she had been on were with targets, who people had hired her to kill. And obviously, Y/N wasn't going to kill Alastor. She really hoped that it would go well.

A knock at the door and the sound of Honey barking interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh dear," she muttered, getting up from the couch, walking over to answer the door.

"Alastor!" she said, opening the door. "You've arrived right on time!"

"Well, it would of be impolite of me to show up late," Alastor said, handing Y/N a bouquet of Daisies. "These are for you, my dear."

A genuine smile placed itself on Y/N's lips. Alastor quite liked the sight of it.

"Oh, you remembered," she said in awe. "Thank you so much, Alastor."

"There's no need to thank me," Alastor waved off. "I knew you would like them."

"Oh, where are my manners," Y/N said, stepping aside. "Please, come in while I find a vase for these flowers."

"Thank you, dear,"

Alastor stepped inside, admiring the her house while Y/N looked for a vase.

Looking around, Alastor's eyes landed on Honey, who was staring at him, growling.

"Oh, who is this little creature?" Alastor asked.

"That's Honey," Y/N said, finally finding a vase. "She's friendly. Feel free to pet her if you want."

Alastor sat down on her couch, Honey immediately dropped the 'tough guy' act and crawled onto his lap.

"You're a charming little thing, aren't you?" Alastor cooed, scratching Honey behind the ears.

Y/N smiled at the interaction, as she put the flowers and some water in the vase. "I've had her since she was a pup," she explained. "She'll be turnin' eleven in a few weeks."

"Ten years old?" Alastor said, surprised. "She doesn't have a single gray hair on her coat."

"I get that response all the time," she giggled. "Ready to hit the road, Al?"

"If you are, then yes," Alastor said, removing Honey from his lap.

"Goodbye, my love," Y/N cooed, patting Honey on the head. "I'll be home later tonight.

Alastor grinned, seeing how much you she adored and loved her dog. While he was looking, his eyes began to wander, not in a sexual way, but in 'oh my goodness she looks so gorgeous,' way. The way the light of the room made the dress look even more beautiful.

"Beautiful," Alastor muttered.

"What was that?"

"I forgot to mention," Alastor cleared his throat. "You look positively radiant, my dear."

Y/N hoped that the darkness of the night sky would hide her blush. "Thank you, Alastor. You don't look that bad yourself."

"The means the world coming from you dear," he chuckled.

"Where exactly are you takin' me?" Y/N asked, curiously.

"Well, since I invited for a drink," he said. "It's only natural that I'm taking you to a bar."

Y/N blushed, feeling embarrassed for asking such a stupid question. "I apologize for askin' such a simple question," she laughed awkwardly.

"There's no need to apologize, dear," Alastor said, smiling. "I found it quite adorable, actually."

"You sure do have a way with words, don't you?" she rolled in her eyes in a playful way.

"That depends," he said. "Is it working?"

"Maybe,"

Alastor grinned at the two of them flirting.

"We should be arriving in a few minutes," Alastor said, looking at his watch. "I hope it hasn't been too much of a walk for you."

"I've walked around New Orleans more time than I can count," Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. "I reckon I'll be fine."

"I didn't mean any offense," Alastor said at once, seeing the frown on her face. "I just wasn't certain if you were used to walking or not, my apologies for any misunderstanding."

"It's fine, Al," she said. "At least you had the decency to apologize. Most men just think I'm a delicate little flower."

"Any sensible man would be daft to perceive you in that way, my dear," he said as the two of them approached the bar. "We're here by the way."

"Really?" Y/N gasped in fake surprise. "I didn't know that."

Alastor smirked. "Just making sure your eyes are in working condition, dear"

"I reckon my eyesight is better than yours," she laughed as they headed into the bar.

Looking around the place, Y/N saw that it just looked like a regular bar, just a little bit cleaner than the ones she as so used to. There were people drinking, dancing, and socializing with their friends or dates.

"You come here often?" Y/N asked as they walked over to the bar.

"As often as I can," Alastor said. "A very good friend of mine actually owns the place."

"What can I fetch for you, ma'am?" the bartender asked, wiping down the bar surface.

"Just a spot of whiskey would be nice, thank you kindly."

"And for you, sir?" the bartender asked Alastor.

"I'll have what she's having."

"Coming right up,"

"I didn't know you drank whiskey," he said as the bartender began pouring the drink.

"Ah, well," Y/N said as the bartender gave them their drinks. "I am full of mysteries."

"And I look forward to uncovering each one," he said as he sipped on his whiskey. Y/N almost choked on her drink.

Just as Alastor was about to pay, a voice distracted him.

"Alastor! I can't believe you didn't say hi to little ol' me!"

Looking over Alastor's shoulder, Y/N saw a short, blonde, and plump woman wearing a flapper dress walking towards them.

"Mimzy!" Alastor exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be working this evening!"

"Yeah well, some bitch decided to quit, so now I'm stuck takin' over her shift," she said, eyes landing on Y/N. "Oooooh, is this Y/N?"

Alastor immediately felt his face flush, forgetting that he talked a lot of Y/N to Mimzy. He cleared his throat. "Yes indeed!" he said. "Y/N this here's Mimzy, the close friend I was just telling you about."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mimzy," Y/N said, offering her hand for Mimzy to shake.

"The pleasure's all mine, doll," Mimzy said, eagerly shaking Y/N's hand. "Any pal of Alastor's is a friend of mine!"

Y/N looked up at Alastor with a smug grin knowing that he talked about to her Mimzy. She was sure gonna tease him about it later.

"You didn't tell me she was so fetchin', Al," Mimzy said, nudging Alastor in the ribs. "Where have you been hidin', sweetie?"

"In my floral shop," Y/N laughed awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Since Mimzy was one of Alastor's close friends, she wanted to make a good first impression on her but didn't know.

"Alastor's always praisin' you, ya know?" Mimzy said, making Y/N blush, glancing up at Alastor again, she saw he was also blushing "Talkin' 'bout your shop, your wit, your looks-"

"I think that's enough, Mimzy," Alastor said suddenly. "Now if you'll excuse us, Y/N and I would like to carry on with our evening."

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was talkin' too much," Mimzy waved off. "I've got some business to attend to anywho. The drinks are on the house for you two the rest of the night." she said, walking off.

"Sorry about her," Alastor grumbled. "She can be a tad overwhelming at times."

"No need for apologies," Y/N giggled. "I quite liked talking to her.

Alastor's frown turned into a grin. "Well, I'm glad! I was hoping you two would hit it off!"

"So," Y/N said, sipping on her whiskey. "Exactly how much do you talk about me, Al?"

Alastor choked on his drink. "You-You heard that?"

"It was kind of hard not to hear,"

"This is quite embarrassing," Alastor said, flustered, pulling on the collar of his shirt while Y/N giggled. "Care to dance?"

"Why of course,"

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There were fifteen minutes left until the bar closed. Almost everyone else had gone home, but not Y/N and Al. In those five hours they were there, they had rotated between drinking at the bar and dancing on the dance floor.

The two of them were currently sitting on a couch by the dance floor.

"How are you not drunk?" Y/N asked, taking a drag off her cigarette. "You've knocked back at least five shots of whiskey."

"I've got quite the alcohol tolerance," Alastor said, blowing out some smoke. "What about you, dear? You've downed just as much whiskey as I have."

"Same as you," Y/N said, putting out her cigarette. "But I reckon my tolerance might just be higher than yours."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe,"

"Ah, perhaps another time, seeing as the bar is about to close," he said, also putting out his cigarette. "Care for one last dance?" he said, offering his hand for her to take.

"Why not?" Y/N said, taking his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.

As soon as they started dancing, the previous song ended and Singin' In The Rain started playing.

"What a stroke of luck!" Alastor said as the two of them swayed. "Your favorite tune is playing!"

"Looks like luck's on my side then," Y/N giggled, letting Alastor dip her. "Thanks for takin' me out tonight, Al. I'm havin' a real good time."

"I'm enjoying myself too, dear," he smiled. "If anything, I should be thanking you for accepting my invitation."

The two of them remained quiet for the rest of the song, enjoying each other's presence. After the song ended, Mimzy kicked them out of the bar since it was closing, and Alastor walked Y/N home.

"Y'know, you didn't have to walk me home," Y/N said as they walked out of the bar. "I ain't far from here."

"It's no trouble at all," Alastor waved off. "Besides, I don't live too far from you anyway."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked, worried. "I wouldn't want you to have to walk by yourself all by yourself in the middle of the night."

"Your kind to be concerned, Y/N," he said in a soft voice. "But I assure you, I'll be just fine."

"Alright," she said. "Thank you for walkin' me home, by the way."

"It's no trouble at all, really," he laughed lightly. "Just dawned on me, that was the first time we've talked outside the flower shop."

"I didn't even think about that," Y/N chuckled. "Guess I got too caught up in tonight's excitement."

"If you're up for it," Alastor said, looking down at her, blushing. "Perhaps we could start meeting up outside the flower shop more?"

Y/N's face was on fire. She had hoped he would ask that but didn't actually prepare herself for when he asked that question. "I'd like that a lot," she said, looking up at him.

"Excellent!" he grinned as they reached Y/N's front porch. "My broadcast tomorrow is around 2. If you're free, would you like to grab some lunch with me?"

"Yeah, I'd love too," she said, a cheesy grin on her face. "My lunch break is around noon, we can go then if that works for you."

"Thats perfect! I'll meet you at the flower shop at noon." Alastor said, taking Y/N's hand in his. "Sleep well, my dear, and once again, thank you for agreeing to spend the evening with me."

He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them softly.

"Good night, Y/N,"

"Good night, Alastor"

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sorry that it took me a little bit to upload 😭

i'll try to get the next chapter uploaded tomorrow to make it up to ya'll i promise

stay safe and drinks lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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archangeldyke-all · 1 month

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Sevika request? Have we done this yet:

Modern AU where reader and Sevika live together. Sevika is usually up well before reader is and she'll wake reader up most days before she heads off to work. She will usually text cute little things until her gf wakes up. Except...she gets no answers. :(

When reader finally is up, she's called off work sick as a dog and finally texts Sevika back. But Sevika being the lovely butch she is takes the rest of the day off work to take care of her gf 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

CUTEEEEEEE

men and minors dni

most mornings, sevika's gone for work before the sun even rises.

it sucks, but you guys find ways to work around it.

you cook her breakfasts the night before and leave them out for her to re-heat in the mornings.

she always kisses you when she leaves. (sometimes you wake up under her lips and smile at her, sometimes you sleep through it, but every morning you wake up with a little smudge of brown lipstick on your forehead or cheek.)

she leaves a cup of coffee or tea waiting for you in the microwave before she goes--made just the way you like it.

and, your favorite part of your morning routine, sevika will text you all morning until you wake up and text her back.

sometimes it's pictures of the sunrise, sometimes it's links to a podcast she was listening to on the way to work, sometimes it's jokes or complaints or, on special occasions, a saucy selfie or two.

sevika's favorite part of her morning is getting the first text back from you, sometimes a paragraph, sometimes an eye-roll emoji, but always signed off with a heart and a 'have a good day baby.' from you.

so she's a little worried when 8 am rolls around and she hasn't heard from you.

she texts you to check up on you, sometimes you get distracted or too busy to text her back. 'good morning baby.'

9 am rolls around and she still hasn't heard from you. she starts to worry a lot.

she gives you a call. it goes straight to voicemail.

she's about ready to call 911 when she finally hears back from you.

10:35 am, her phone pings, and she nearly breaks her neck trying to get to her desk to pick it up and read your message.

'just woke up with a fever. called out sick. feel like shit :('

you slept through your alarm, woke up with your eyes and nostrils crusted and your alarm blaring three hours later than you usually do.

your boss, thank god, had just recovered from the same bug that seems to be going around your office, so he was understanding when you called out sick.

you don't even have the energy to get to the kitchen after you slam the alarm off and update your boss and sevika. you just stumble to the bathroom to vomit, splash some water on your face, then return to bed to sleep.

you're surprised when, only forty minutes after you close your eyes, you're being shaken awake by sevika. "sev?" you mumble, sitting up in bed. "w' time is it?"

"almost noon." she says. you frown.

"you got work." you pout. sevika snorts, ducking down to kiss your forehead.

"you're burning up." she says, pulling away with a pout. you're still confused, staring up at her with a furrow in your brow. "i took the day off."

despite how shitty you feel, you still manage to feel a warm, affectionate thrum in your heart. sevika looks away from your sweet smile, flustered, and your love for her only grows.

you reach out and squeeze her hand. "gonna put on a little nurse's uniform for me?" you ask, waggling your eyebrows at her. sevika bursts into laughter and flicks your forehead again.

"you don't have the energy for all that right now."

"i can still enjoy the view." you say. sevika chuckles, then kisses your cheek again.

"go back to bed." she mumbles against you. "'m gonna make you some chicken noodle soup and tea. got some medicine for you too." she says. you sigh, snuggling into the pillow beneath you.

"you're the best." you mumble. sevika smiles and your heart skips a beat. "but..."

sevika raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finish. you put on your best pathetic-sick-puppydog eyes and blink up at her.

"you think you might wanna cuddle for a while before you make soup?" you ask. sevika grins.

"scoot over." she says, unbuttoning her shirt and kicking her shoes off. you grin.

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#obviously sevika gets sick three days later and u take off to take care of her too. obviously.#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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trans-queen-administrator · 10 months

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Sundancer is such a heartbreaking character. She's a genuinely nice person working to improve her life and escape her controlling mother and then she's plunged into hell with her friends and is forced to watch as her best friend is changed into a crude mockery of her former self. And then she's finally got a way out, the terrifying bug girl and her team secured her a way home, and her realization when given the opportunity to go home fucking wrecks me honestly.

She's just so fundamentally changed by her time on Bet, and she knows this. She'll never be the Marissa she was again because now she has blood on her hands, and before she goes home she needs to kill one last person. So she burns her best friend, her lifeline, maybe even her crush, even as Echidna begs and screams and promises wrath upon the world and calls her by the nickname Noelle always did. She takes a life on purpose this time, because even leaving Earth Bet demands she falls a bit more and compromises her morals one final time.

This is the part of the scene that really fucks with me though. She's fucking tearing into her costume, removing every part of the cape persona she hates so much and throwing it to the ground to melt, because she so desperately wants to detach herself from Earth Bet and cape society and her powers that aren't good for anything except destruction and hurting others. But it's not enough. She can remove every single part of her costume, try to pretend her time on Bet never happened, never use her power again, but she'll never actually be able to escape. This passage brings attention to the subtler part of her power, the self-protection that makes everything in about a 6 foot radius around herself a normal temperature (probably room temperature). The pavement cools and hardens in her wake, because even if she's not using her power she's stuck with it and it'll always have that normal temperature field active. Every single time she tries to take a bath and the water cools to be lukewarm instantly, or she goes out in the winter time and someone asks why it's warm around her, or her ice cream melts, or her meal is the same temperature as everything she'll eat for the rest of her life, she'll be reminded of her powers and what she did. The cold will never bite at her skin, she'll never feel the warmth of someone else's touch, she'll just find so many little things in her life from then on refusing to let her pretend she's normal and fine and that she didn't kill her best friend and that she's over Earth Bet. Her powers will never go away, and they'll never let her forget that even if she vows to never use her sun. I love Mars, she's forced to do horrible things for reasons entirely out of her control, and she'll never escape that. Whether she wants to be or not, she's a cape now and forever.

#worm #parahumans #sundancer #the travelers #ramble #she deserves so much better #it's also neat how Taylor got to trick her into killing people one last time #I really think she got the worst end of the stick of all the travelers #well not noelle I guess

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banned-for-horny · 8 months

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After your words I just need more possessive traumatized, messed up Robin who clings to PC like a small coala.

"Robin!"

Robin is five when he skins his knee.

He doesn't remember how or when. What he does remember is the itch of the cut, the way his skin tingles and burns as blood begins to puff at the seams. He remembers his eyes watering, blurring the world around him as he starts to hiccup and wail, because Robin had been (and always will be) a crybaby.

But, he also had you. You'd come running the moment he fell, chubby hands dragging one of Ms. Bailey's friends behind you. Unlike him, you were never allowed outside without supervision. Today, that seems to work in his favor.

Yes, Robin remembers thinking. He's very lucky to have you.

"Robin, what are you-stop!"

Robin is seven when he loses his first tooth.

That's late, apparently. You're already missing three, two falling out and one forcibly knocked out when an older orphan tried to push you down the stairs. Robin had bitten the older orphan in retaliation, but the force from hitting the floor still knocked your tooth clean out.

But it's not a scary process, you tell him when you cram your fingers in his mouth. It doesn't hurt at all! And if it hurts, you'll go get Ms. Bailey for him and then she'll buy you some nice pastries from the café.

It's a flat-out lie. Robin recalls blood gushing from his mouth when you finally ripped his tooth out. It started to make him dizzy, so you ran out to find some help until he was sent to the hospital to have his mouth looked at. You're still there when he wakes up, though, and you manage to buy him some vanilla ice cream with what meager savings you have.

His throat was still numb from the anesthetic, but Robin recalls tasting milk and honey when you smiled at him.

"No, Robin, stop! S-Snap out of it already!"

Robin is ten when he first walks in on you in the bathroom.

It used to be fine before. He remembers taking showers with you all the time, blowing suds at your face and wrestling to shove you under the surface. Ms. Bailey had said to stop that when he reached seven, but you were never one for listening to the caretaker, so neither was Robin.

But now, Robin thinks that night, it's...different.

He has his thin blanket strained between his legs, face warm and neck damp with sweat. The weird squirming in his stomach won't stop. He wants to sleep, but every time he shuts his eyes, he sees your bare back instead and feels sick all over again.

In the future, he will take classes and learn from a pretty blonde man all about what he's feeling. It's natural, he will learn, for boys his age to start developing some interest in people. It's not something to be ashamed of. In fact, in this hell, it's something he should embrace.

But for now, Robin just rolls onto his stomach and tries to ignore it.

"Robin, this isn't-please, don't! Get off-"

Robin is thirteen when someone tries to take you right in front of him.

Your bodyguards are careless, have been ever since you hit thirteen. Robin knows one is still around, though he's too busy schmoozing with some other guy across the park.

But Robin isn't, and the second the lady's grip on your forearm gets too tight, he's there with a fistful of mulch and a scream that splits the air like the temple bells. He shoves the chips at the tall woman's cheeks and rams an elbow into her shoulder. It's just enough to get her to let go, stumbling back from the assault.

Then she rounds on Robin with her lips pulled back in a snarl, but you're already on her, throwing your entire weight into a tackle that sends the woman flying into the fountain. Your physique has always been better than his. He's still very lucky you would never use it against him.

By the time a 'random bystander' (ie, the bodyguard that supposed to be protecting you under Ms. Bailey's orders) comes in to sweep you and Robin away, you're starting to grow a black eye and his ankle hurts pretty bad, but he's hand-in-hand with you. You're all smiles for the first few hours, reassuring him that everything was okay and that you're fine, but when he's in his shared room with you, you end up slipping into his bed.

You're trembling. Robin wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

"Don't touch me!"

Robin is sixteen when he sees you kiss another classmate.

He doesn't know who she is, just that you're just as flustered and apologizing to hell and back. It must have been an accident. It happens all the time.

That doesn't stop the hole from tearing into his chest, rattling his nerves and flooding every pore in his marrow with...with what? Unease? Disgust? Betrayal?

Whatever it is, it's chased by a rush of shame. You would never betray him. Furthermore, you aren't his. Not like that, at least. You've been raised by his side ever since he can remember. Wherever Robin went, you were guaranteed to follow (or, at least, try). Even when school started and your schedules differed, you made it clear that walking home with Robin would be part of your new routine. If Robin ever fell, you would be there to catch him.

And if anyone tries to hurt you, Robin is supposed to be there to protect you, because he's your friend-no, because he's yours.

"..."

Robin is nineteen when he finally pulls out of your cum-slicked hole. Sweat drips from his temple and traces his cheekbone. His arms are aching, his stomach burns, and when he looks down, your eyes are locked onto the curtained window that overlooks the town. The flesh around your throat is already starting to puff with hand-shaped bruises. You could have easily fought him off, but you would never lay a hand on him, even if it meant hurting yourself.

He's lucky, he thinks before collapsing on top of you. You're still half-dressed in your sleepwear, the fabric clinging to his sweaty skin as he tries to curl around you. The bed sheets below you are still fresh with your scent.

Right. This is your room. He'd come into your room, climbed into your bed, and-

He doesn't realize he's crying until your hand touches his cheek. You're not looking at him, glazed eyes focusing on the wall instead, but the rest of your body moves on autopilot, muscle memory from years of comforting him when he wept.

"...it's okay, Robin," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm fine."

Because you would always be there to catch him. No matter what.

Robin is very lucky, indeed.

#degrees of lewdity #answered stuff #anon im so sorry i held onto this for so long but never wrote anything until now #but then i saw the lines PC says if robin nc's them and i jusf #went to town i guess #banned writing

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sk1fanfiction · 1 month

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blood of the covenant/water of the womb

The Black sisters are so tragic.

I mean, imagine:

As kids, Narcissa is the baby sister that the elder two dote on, while both Narcissa and Andromeda look up to Bellatrix, the proud, beautiful, powerful, accomplished, perfect eldest sister, who has always known who she is and where she's going, but especially Andromeda, since they look so alike she's always been encouraged to act like her too but since Narcissa doesn't have the stereotypical Black looks and her parents didn't follow the Black naming scheme she's encouraged to be her own person a little bit more.

At Hogwarts they're all Sorted into the same House, Slytherin, which only increases their bond. Bella does really well at school, probably the top of her class, which makes Andy, who's only a year or two behind hyperaware of where the bar is. She walks, talks, and dresses like Bella.

Until

Andy follows in Bella's footsteps (who's probably Head Girl by now) and becomes a prefect, but she gets assigned to do rounds with a Muggle-born Hufflepuff. And despite everything she'd been taught, everything she knows to be true, she finds herself falling for him and the worst part is she can't tell anyone, even Bella, the one she has always been able to confide in, always reassured her and set her on the right path.

Meanwhile Druella and Cygnus are arranging Bellatrix's marriage to Roldophus, someone she doesn't even like never mind attracted to but because she's the perfect Black and the perfect daughter she has to do it. And Andromeda sees and fears how she could get trapped, too, how there's another Lestrange boy in her year.

Meanwhile a strange foreign Dark Lord comes to dinner and he's so different to Roldophus and all those other men who think because she's a woman she must be weak and she's just a vessel for their pureblood children. And despite the way she shouldn't feel this way, Bella doesn't care. He listens to Bella's opinions and he takes her seriously and he sees her magical talent and her thirst to prove herself and he's not scared of her in the way others say that she's 'too intense.' And when he offers to train her, and adds that he never does this, she says, one better, I'll follow you.

Andromeda and Narcissa watch this strange man burn the Dark Mark into their sister's arm and they don't know what to think. Narcissa's scared Bella will put herself in danger, that she'll do too much, give too much of herself because she doesn't know when to pull back. And Andy's scared Bella's going down a path she cannot follow, because deep down she can't say she believes in blood supremacy, can't say she hates Ted and she can't figure out a way through so she leaves.

It's like part of Bella's heart has been ripped out. They were all close, the Blacks, but Andy and Bella had a certain je ne sais quoi, they were thick as thieves and inseparable. Bellatrix is the one who burns Andromeda off the tapestry, crying while she does it, the scorned love for her sister, the anger and shame that Andy chose that Mudblood over her turning that love to bottomless hate.

Meanwhile Narcissa, the lucky one, watches it all. Narcissa is the one that gets it all, she's the only one who's able to marry for love and stay with her family but there's also this Andromeda-shaped hole in her and there's a Slytherin resentfulness of being Bellatrix's supporting act.

Every night that Bella is on a mission, Narcissa stays up, even while pregnant with Draco, until she knows her sister is safe.

That fateful Halloween she waits and waits and waits but Bellatrix never comes home. When she finds out her last remaining sister is serving life she completely breaks down. Won't sleep, won't eat. The thought of leaving Draco without a mother is the only thing that helps her hold on. Regulus, Andromeda and Sirius are dead/burned off the tapestry/imprisoned; she and Draco are the last Blacks, that makes their bond even stronger, makes her scared of losing him like she did her sisters. She curses Voldemort for putting her in danger, aware of her feelings for him and that Bella would do anything for them, swears she'll never let that happen to her son.

All the while Andy raises her daughter, who hates the name she gave her in the same way Andy know she would hate the Blacks. Narcissa and Andy watch each other from across crowds; Tonks and Draco are never at school together, never know more than scattered off-hand mentions of a cousin on their mother's side. But both Narcissa and Andy fantasize of a reconcilation, of Tonks babysitting Draco while they rekindle their bond. Neither bridges the gap. That burn, that rift cannot be healed. But they still ache for each other.

When Voldemort returns that fear for Draco grows, but it's tempered with the joy of having Bella back after mourning her for 14 years -- Bella, traumatized, starved, jagged and torn up at the edges, different, but alive.

And just like knowing he was innocent kept Sirius sane, Bella's love and trust of Voldemort is what made her able to hang on. Yes, they're both drastically different physically (the snake face and the emaciation) and mentally (both shaken, less confident), but everything else can be the same. Maybe better.

But everyone is scared. It's not the same world, where the Death Eaters have control and are undefeated. Voldemort is scared of that boy, Narcissa is scared for Draco. It's clear things are not the same, things are not normal. Far from it. Fear makes Voldemort angry, and cold, and distant and nothing she does feels good enough.

And that boy -- lying hateful filthy boy -- he dares suggest that her Voldemort's filthy-blooded like him. No, he must just be taunting her, scaring her. But there are things Voldemort's said, things he's done -- she would notice, the way she hangs on every word he speaks and plays their conversations in her head over and over again in Azkaban -- Bellatrix just does her best to silence it and block it out, all these confusing things, she's a great Occlumens after all.

She'll make things certain, make things right, trim off the weakness, cut out the sickness. Like Sirius. Like that young woman with Andromeda's face and Andromeda's laugh, that filthy half-blood Andy left her to create.

Narcissa can't keep Draco safe like she, the baby sister, couldn't keep Bellatrix safe. When Voldemort burns the Dark Mark into his skin she sees her son emaciated and dead-eyed.

To assuage Narcissa's fears Bellatrix trains Draco like Voldemort trained her; but he's not the same, he's weak, he's moralistic, he looks at her with wide scared eyes and he's a failure. The glory of the Blacks is gone.

All the while, Narcissa's fear grows, when Lucius is imprisoned, when Voldemort's ire turns on her family, on her son, sets him an impossible task. The despair she feels, she hasn't felt for nearly sixteen years -- Bellatrix more interested in eking out morsels of approval from Voldemort and turning her frustration on Draco, and Narcissa by extension.

All the while, Andromeda's fear for her daughter grows, of the danger she puts herself in as an Auror and a member of the Order, and she's reminded of Bellatrix, of how she gives everything of herself and how Nymphadora does too, begging, begging her to hold back.

She's not good enough for him, not with the sickness, the weakness still clinging to her. Bellatrix very much wants to kill the woman with Andy's face. She's always been perfect. It's everyone else around her that's wrong, everyone else who has to go. She'll do better. Try harder.

And when the Snatchers catch that filthy boy, and he slides out of her grasp like a buttered eel, Bellatrix hits the bottom rung of the ladder of despair. She doesn't know who she is, anymore.

Voldemort's retaliation and rejection breaks Bellatrix's heart, but it hardens Narcissa's.

Bellatrix will do anything to make him happy. She finally kills the witch with Andy's face -- do you see -- do you love me now -- but he's still cold, still frightened, still different, and she despairs, but it will be all over when Harry Potter is dead and he can breathe again. They've won. It will be alright. It will go back to normal. She can have it all again -- Voldemort and Narcissa and her perfect, pruned family.

Narcissa will do anything to keep him safe. And so she chooses Draco's life, she lies, her heart in her throat, in front of her beloved sister, to the Dark Lord, with unshed tears in her eyes and Harry Potter's 'corpse' before her.

Bellatrix's death is something Narcissa knew was coming, deep down She mourned her sister sixteen years ago and she mourns her now, but it will all be worth it if Draco survives this ordeal; Potter must win, he must live, Voldemort must die. And Bellatrix will never allow this.

She wishes she could tell Andy that she understands.

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brummiereader · 11 months

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A Ghost Of A Man (PART NINE)

Summary: As the readers health continues to decline, Tommy takes her back to Birmingham to see his Aunt. Will Polly even be able to help?

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes

It was morning, Tommy had stayed up with you all night watching you slowly drift in and out of sleep. You didn't have a fever, you wasn't shivering, he prayed it was only exhaustion.

" Tommy it's fine, I'm feeling better" you said opening your eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

" You're not fine Y/N" he said looking at your pale ghostly face, the colour of your eyes muted, lifeless.

" Look I am, ok" you said getting up from the bed, summoning up the energy to prove him wrong " I'll be fine Tommy, go, it's not like I'm going anywhere" you laughed weakly.

"I'm staying" he said sighing as he stood up to rub your back.

" Tommy, Curly's here, he'll look after me" you said placing a hand on his chest, desperate to lay back down and close your eyes. Stroking your cheek with his thumb, Tommy lowered his head, tenderly kissing your lips. Sighing he looked over to the door.

" Curly" he called out.

" Yes Tommy" he said peaking his head down the catch.

" Look after her ok?" He said pointing his finger to him.

" Oh yes Tommy, don't you worry, she'll be just fine" he replied, as he went back on deck to steer the narrow boat.

" She means everything to me" he said quietly turning his head back to you as he cupped your cheeks. " Everything" he added pecking your lips gently once again.

The moment Tommy left the boat you stumbled back falling onto the bed, too weak to stand any longer. There was something very wrong, the intense buzzing noise relentlessly drummed on in your ears as your hands shook at the pain that pulsed through your weak body. For the next two hours you laid in bed shivering as you hugged yourself, crying thinking that at any moment you was going to die. You needed help. Finally giving into the pain, you pushed away your stubbornness to soldier on and made your way up the small wooden steps

"Curly? Curly..I need Tommy.." you said as you collapsed down the small stairs onto the cabin floor. Rushing to you, Curly gently tapped the side of your face trying to wake you up.

" I'll help you up Miss Y/N" he said as he picked you up, carrying you over to the small bed. Panicked, Curly rushed back on deck as he fetched a large bucket of water, pulling out a small rag from his jacket, he soaked the cloth in the cold water as he gently placed it onto your forehead. Bolting up from the sudden coldness you regained consciousness.

" You're burning up Miss Y/N" he stumbled out.

" Get Tommy, I need Tommy" you said weakly holding onto his arm.

" Tommy, yes, yes, I'll go get Tommy" he said as he hurried up the stairs out onto the docks. Seeing Tommy in the distance walking towards him, Curly started running up the path .

" Curly!?" Tommy called out, as he saw him running his way, panic in his eyes.

" It's Miss Y/N, Tom. She's on fire, has a fever like I've never seen" he said as he came to a stop in front of him. Searching Curly's eyes in panic and confusion, Tommy started sprinting along the dock to the January as fast as he could.

"Y/N..Y/N!" he said rushing down the steps to your side, touching your head only to quickly remove it at the sheer heat of your pale skin.

" Tommy..what's happening?" You said opening your eyes to see the fear in his.

" I need to get her to my Aunt, Curly" he said turning his head to Curly's frantic state. " Curly! Find a car, ok" he said walking to him, holding him by his arms " A car?" He reaffirmed as he handed him a bundle of money.

" A car, yes Tom, I'll find you a car" Curly replied rushing off the boat. Turning back to face you, Tommy brushed his hand down his face.

"Fuck!" He said losing control of his emotions as he punched a hole into the frail wooden wall.

"Tommy.." you croaked, reaching your hand out for him.

" Hey, hey I'm here ok, It's gonna be alright, everything is gonna be alright" He said no longer sure if he was trying to comfort you or himself anymore. Holding your hand in his, whilst his lips rested on your knuckles he watched you... watched as you slowly closed your eyes, drifting away again.

For two hours through the pouring rain, Tommy drove as fast as he could to Birmingham from Camden Town. You laid in the back seats covered in a blanket, drifting in and out of sleep as sweat gathered on your fragile skin. Turning around, Tommy looked at your weak state as you lay there shivering. Slamming both his hands onto the steering wheel he clenched his jaw, unable to do anything. Tommy Shelby always the man with a plan on how to get out of things, this time had to unwillingly accept he didn't have one. Gripping the stirring wheel tightly he narrowed his eyes on the road in front of him as his thoughts consumed him. He loved you, and now like a cruel twist of fate, it was you who was being taken from him, you who was not far from death.

Turning sharply around the corner onto Watery Lane, Tommy stopped the car jumping out, shouting for his Aunt as he opened the backseat door.

"Polly! Polly!" He bellowed as he carried you in his arms to the front door.

"Tommy, what...oh god, get in" she said as she opened the door covering her mouth only to see her Nephew standing their in the rain, panic in his eyes, holding your nearly lifeless body in his arms.

"Polly help..." he said in desperation as he hurried into the the house. Laying you down onto the large sofa he knelt down beside you, moving your hair away from your face as he gently pulled away the black ribbon that had loosened in your hair, placing it in his coat pocket.

" Tommy, Tommy... What happened?" she said turning his shoulder trying to get his attention.

" I don't know, I don't know!... she didn't look good last night. I only left for a few hours. Came back and she had a fever, she was burning up Pol" he said as he sat down next to you, his elbows on his knees as he buried his head into his hands. "What's happening Polly?" He said as he looked up to his Aunt. "I know you know how she got here, you know everything, you always have" he said standing up.

" Her fever is going down" she said, ignoring her Nephew as she gently stroked your cheek.

" Polly, would you tell me what's happening?" he asked again as he turned his aunt to look at him.

" She's dying Tommy"

"What...no, she's not dying...she just needs a doctor, Polly do something, you need to do something!" he demanded as he held onto his Aunts arm. Walking over to the kitchen she started boiling water, placing various herbs into a small tea cup.

" Polly? Polly?! Would you fucking stop and help her" he said as he abruptly walked over to his Aunt, fear running through his body.

" Tommy you need to understand something" she said pushing him away from her. "She's dying in this world Tommy, she needs to go back, back before it's too late " She said as she quickly turned back around to pour the now boiling hot water into the small porcelain cup.

" No" he said sharply shaking his head. Turning to face her Nephew, she slowly approached him.

"Tommy she will die" she said looking deep into his eyes, trying to reason with him.

" Polly I can't, I.. I love her"

" Oh Tommy.." she said as she gently placed a hand to his cheek." Love her enough to keep her alive?" she added as she let go. " She can't stay here any longer " Polly said as she approached you, kneeling down beside you with the warm tea cup in her hand.

Resting the cup on a small table beside the sofa she gently turned your hand around. " No blood was offered" she said quietly to herself. " The spell was not completed " she whispered softly into your ear as Tommy watched, trying to listen to what his Aunt was saying.

"Polly?" Tommy questioned. " What are you not telling me?" He said as he approached his Aunt.

Ignoring her nephew once again, Polly picked up the warm tea lifting your head as she let it slowly drip into your mouth. She waited patiently, watching you as the noise of the rain outside battered against the windows, darkness filling the room from the night sky. Turning your head you slowly opened your eyes.

" Y/N" Tommy said as he rushed to be beside you.

" Is that chamomile?" you said a weak smile forming on your lips as you tried to laugh. Sighing Tommy shook his head at your obliviousness to the situation.

" Y/N you're not good" he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Grabbing hold of your hand he huffed as he came to the reluctant conclusion of what he needed to do. " I'm gonna take you to get some help, alright?" he worded carefully knowing how you would react if he told you the truth.

" Ok" you nodded slowly, no strength to question him.

"Right. Ok..." he said standing up as he let go of your hand.

" Here" Polly said as she placed a small piece of paper in Tommy's hand. " Just like before, but she says these words" she said to him in a hushed voice. Nodding Tommy took the paper putting it in his coat pocket. Lifting you up Tommy placed you back in the car, turning to his Aunt one last time.

" There's no other way?"

"No" she said firmly, shaking her head. Without another word he opened the drivers door and got in. Turning to you he stroked your pale cheek, unaware of what was about to happen you softly smiled back placing your hand on his.

"I can walk Tommy" you said as he helped you out the car. You felt incredibly weak, but didn't want to worry Tommy anymore than he was. With all the strength you had in you, you held onto him as he led you up the dark path as the rain thundered down onto you both. Wrapping his coat around you he held you close as you pressed your head into his chest, closing your eyes, exhausted as Tommy guided you up to the unknown. Holding you tighter to his side Tommy kissed the side of your head knowing this was the last time he would feel your body next to his.

" Y/N" he said as he looked down at your frail state. " Hey" he added quietly as he turned you to look at him. "we are here" he told you as he stroked your arms up and down. It was so dark, you couldn't make anything out. Turning your head into the darkness your eyes slowly adjusted to the night sky, and that's when you saw it, Small Heath, out in the distance, street lights illuminating the small town that you had grown fond of. Quickly looking around you realised where you was.

" Tommy..." You said grabbing onto his arms out of panic and support. " What are we doing here?" Sighing, Tommy lent down gently pressing his lips to yours.

" You have go to back" he said as he softly brushed your cheek with his thumb.

" No no no, Tommy no! You're not doing this to me again!" you started to cry, trying to move away from him, only to stumble as he quickly reached out to hold you up.

" Look at you Y/N!"

" Tommy I'm not going , I just need to see a doctor, I'll be fine " you pleaded with him.

" It's not a doctor you need Y/N, you don't belong in this time, you have to go back" pushing him away from you, you held onto a large gravestone beside you.

"No Tommy, you can't force me i'm staying" you said as you tried to hold yourself up.

" Why won't your ever listen!...fuck, Y/N look at you. You can barely stand up, do you want to fucking die?" He said as he watched your desperate attempt to hold yourself up. Taking out his gold pocket watch and the small piece of paper, Tommy walked over to you opening your hand placing them in your palm.

" No!" You said throwing them on the ground beside you, tears streaming down your face.

"I can't do this" he said shaking his head at your stubbornness, as he slowly walked backwards, away from you.

"Tommy" you said reaching out for him, only for him to walk further away, knowing you wasn't able to reach him. "Tommy!" You begged again reaching your hand out as far as you could for him to take it.

"No Y/N" He replied turning around from you, as he started to make his way down the graveled path.

" You said you loved me, don't you love me?" Pausing Tommy brushed his hand down his face as he turned to you.

" No" he said bluntly with no emotion on his face.

" You're lying Tommy! Last night..." You said in shock, only for him to interrupt.

" What, hm? That I love you? Look I got caught up in the moment. What did you think, that we was going to live our lives together, happily ever after, still the naive stupid girl, eh?" He said knowing he was breaking your heart and his at the same time as the bitter words left his mouth. Tommy loved you, more than he had loved anyone and that's why he said it, to save your life. You had come spinning into his world, captivating him from day one, a woman full of determination and loyalty, never giving up on him, he needed you to live even if that meant saying the cruel words he knew would break your heart in two.

Standing there in disbelief anger at boiling point you screamed at him.

" I hate you Thomas Shelby!" Feeling the piercing stab of your words, Tommy took one last look at you, hoping to engrain your face into his memory as he turned his back to you.

"You are the biggest regret of my life, I wish i never helped you!" You continued as you saw his figure disappear into the darkness.

"Tommy!!" You called out once more into the night sky, tears burning your cold cheeks as you stood there in the rain.

Nearing the bottom of the path, Tommy listened to your distant calls for him echoing through the night sky, ignoring them, as his heart broke in two. Gripping onto the metal gate he watched as his knuckles turned white. Did he really want to leave you this like this, make you think that he didn't love you? Reaching into his pocket for a cigarette, he pulled out your black ribbon, then suddenly, the night air went deathly quiet making Tommy snap his head around to the graveled path behind him.

Turning your head down to the ground you let yourself collapse onto the grass, too weak to fight too weak to cry, you had given up. With shaking hands you wiped away your tears as you opened up the the small folded paper beside you. Taking Tommy's pocket watch you turned the time to 20h23 as you held the note in front of you. Choking back your emotions you said the words.

"With a broken heart I can not stay send me back from once I came.

My body feels tired I need my soul, I lay in your presence as the death bell tolls.

Will you take my hand once more, and guide me forward forever more?"

"Y/N!!...wait!!" Tommy shouted as he raced back up the hill as fast as he could.

"Y/N!!" He shouted once more as he neared the top only to stumble back as a large flash of light appeared in front of him, throwing him onto the ground. Disoriented Tommy gradually stood back up taking his peaked cap off.

"Y/N?" He said quietly walking over to where he had left you, as he frantically looked around the cemetery...but he was too late, you were gone. Falling to his knees, shoulders slouched, his chin resting on his chest, he pulled his peaked cap In front of him, covering his face, and then for the first time in a long time, Tommy began to cry, whispering the words he desperately wanted to say to you,

" I love you"

NEXT PART

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| Strawhat crew and what makes them interested |

Featuring: Strawhat crew + Vivi

(excluding Chopper because he's a baby)

Luffy -

Unique looks

Luffy doesn't judge by appearance, but that doesn't mean he doesn't find some people's looks really fascinating.

It's more in an appreciative way, if you look different compared to the crowd he can't help but stare. It can feel rude and a bit invasive if you don't know him, but you'll get used to it once you realise he means nothing bad.

Wings, horns, colourful scales, long legs or even just very cool eyes, he's immediately all eyes on you.

Having patience for him

Luffy's a very energetic ball of sunshine, he has to shine bright or he'll burn out. The captain is full of random little stories, factoids and comments. If you show interest in any of his interests he'll be happy, but it's if you listen and remember that really gets him.

Taking the time to memorize bugs he's shown you, or recalling little details of a story he's told you, makes him feel a little giddy inside.

Zoro -

Comfortable silence

The ability to have long, silent moments together is what he really appreciates. He's not very talkative and he's not a very experienced conversationalist, so sharing these comfortable quiet moments means a lot to him.

You aren't trying to force him to speak and it's a nice cool down from the day that would have already been so loud, especially on the ship.

Acts of service

Zoro isn't big on giving or expecting things, but it's nice that you take the time to care about him and do things for him just because you can. It doesn't have to be anything big, it could be as simple as bringing him a glass of water without him asking.

Nami -

Chatting and gossip

Nami likes conversation, it gives her a connection to others. Listening and sharing on an equal ground, an exchange of information.

If she's telling you about some juicy gossip she's heard and you happen to know more details about that certain situation, whilst showing interest in it, she'll be all ears. It quite literally melts her heart if you get all excited to tell her.

Quality time

Sit in a room with her, join her on deck or go shopping with her. Nami likes being near you so be near her. It doesn't even have to involve spending money, she just likes looking at window displays too.

Sanji -

Appreciating him and others

Congratulations, you've just thanked him for making you a snack and now he's kicking his feet like a merry school girl. But seriously, just being kind about his efforts and thanking him at meal times is brilliant.

Sanji is a guy who thrives on doing acts of service for others. If you let him pamper you he'll be putty in your hands.

Trying new things and being open

From something as small as trying new food, to as big as testing out new battle tactics. Sanji loves someone who's willing to try new things or adjust in situations that need it. Not saying you need to be very flexible, you can still hold your ground and say no and he'll completely love you for it.

Robin -

Sharing facts and culture

Robin is a sponge for knowledge. If you have something to tell that she might not know, tell her. Especially if you're part of a different culture or have experience with islands and languages she doesn't know.

Making jokes

Robin likes people with humour, whether it be Luffy's silly antics that are quite literally magnetic or Franky's oddball tendencies. Adding a whole new humour to the crew, and to her life, is a breath of fresh air.

You could make her smile or chuckle, laughing reminds her of her childhood friend a lot. It's a distraction from the harsh world she's lived in.

Usopp -

Looking out for him

It's true that he can be a scaredy cat, and he can defend himself, but it's nice having someone willing to fight for you too. Having you watch his back or shield him really means a lot.

You take into consideration his fears and his worries, by putting yourself there as his barrier it's just so kind of you. He'll immediately be at your side any time there's a battle now.

Listening to him

He values his opinion and his ideas, but often doesn't have the voice to speak up. By lending your ear, he opens up much more.

He'll get used to coming to you with ideas and blue prints, asking for your opinion on certain things.

Franky -

Not holding yourself too seriously

He likes people that aren't too stiff. Of course you can still be serious when needed, but he values the ability to change between that and normality. Laughing with him, at him or at yourself because it's no big deal.

Joking and poking fun is a big deal for him, being weird too. Not judging him for who he is means the world to him.

Intelligence

Doesn't have to be book smart or science smart, but someone with the ability to think critically. Even just having battle smarts is really cool to him, you can hold your own and know what you're doing.

Making quick and calculated decisions is also what makes you so interesting to him, because it shows that you won't break under pressure.

Brook -

Enjoying food or drink together

Join him for a cup of tea, or for a box or chocolates. He likes just being in someone else's company and it means a lot that you'd choose him to spend time with.

Singing, dancing or humming

You don't have to be musically talented, but if you are you might as well have just shot him with an arrow to the heart. His love of music plus his infatuation with you? What better could there be?

If you sing to him instrument playing, or play along with him he'll be so over the moon. Enjoying the rhythm with some dancing or swaying is also appreciated.

Jinbe -

Judging based on knowledge not appearance

He hates when people just assume things based on looks. Be it to himself or others, he hates it.

So if you take the time to actually dislike or like someone because you know them or you have reasons, not just because of how they look, he respects you. And hey, if it's someone he happens to dislike too he'll actively judge them with you. Not with words, but with looks and glares.

Listening and understanding him

He has wisdom so use it and he has knowledge so take it in. He's an experienced man so if you actually take what he has to offer and adapt yourself to it, he'll start to look at you with a very fond light. You could sit with him, listening to him tell you about navigation, ships and history and he'll already be super happy that you care

Vivi -

Saying no

Being strong enough to hold your own and stick to your morals and opinions is really inspiring to her. Saying no can be difficult, and for you to say it to strong foes or even just regular people who aren't being reasonable says a lot about you.

But she also values someone who adapts. Don't constantly say no, be open. But when you need to then stick to your gut.

Giving her knowledge and guidance

Vivi's clever but she lacks certain world experience. Your guidance, with things you've experienced, is helpful. She wants to be the best ruler she can be so she needs all the knowledge she can get.

But don't mistake her, she's smart as hell and knows a lot. Don't treat her like she's naive, treat her like an equal and let it be a fair trade.

Note: I won't add Chopper but I might in the future for platonic things. He's only a baby :)

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #straw hat pirates #monkey d. luffy #pirate hunter zoro #vinsmoke sanji #nami #nico robin #usopponepiece #knight of the sea jinbe #soul king brook #franky #vivi one piece

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ihatelink · 11 months

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Trust Fall (Revali X Reader) - Part 1

Word Count: 2,780

Pairing: Revali X Reader (Female)

Fandom/Universe: Legend of Zelda (Breath of The Wild)

Themes/Content: Romance (Slow Burn), Fantasy, Action.

Warnings: None

Synopsis: You visit your friend in Rito Village in order to escape the sense of dread looming over your home of Castle Town as the prophesied doomsday slowly grows closer. It is here on your visit that you meet a Rito warrior who turns your world upside-down.

Authors Note: Finally got round to writing this! Since he's not mentioned in TOTK at all I just had to start a fanfic for him. I miss him so much. I'm uploading this from my laptop so if the formate is weird or there needs to be more paragraphs just let me know! I don't consider myself a pro on Zelda lore so I do apologise for any mistakes. Also, this fan fiction will have two endings! (One canon to BOTW and one canon to Hyrule Warriors) Other than that, I hope you enjoy! - I don't know what to call myself... should I go by my username? What about something stupid like Loafus?... I don't know... I'll work on it 🪶🤎

Rito Village was your second home. You felt so much comfort and associated the place with such a feeling of warmth, it was surprising you hadn't made it your permanent residence. When it came to Rito Village you only had positive memories.

This was mostly due to your best friend, Frita, being a rito. The two of you had met at a very young age and had been best friends ever since, visiting each other every couple of weeks or whenever you had spare time. She would teach you about the ways of the rito and you in turn would teach her about hylians. Frita truly was like a sister to you, and you loved her more than words could say.

"Daydreaming again?", her voice broke you from your thoughts, her bright blue eyes sparkling with joy. You blinked a few times, finally registering her words, and you couldn't help but giggle to yourself. "Yes, I guess I was". "What we're you daydreaming about?", she asked, turning her attention back to the salmon sizzling in the village's communal cooking pot, the aroma swirling through the air, making your mouth water in anticipation. Later in the night was the perfect time for cooking here as most ritos had gone to sleep; Their poor night vision meant that many would retire early in the evening. "Just thinking about flying", you confess sheepishly and Frita rolled her eyes playfully, responding with, "You're always thinking about flying". "I can't help it whenever I'm here. You all look so majestic and free", you gushed. "I would love to be able to experience what it's like to fly for myself instead of having to be on your back". "Perhaps if you pray to Hylia enough she'll allow you to become one of us", she chuckled and you couldn't help but laugh along with her. Frita eventually added the tebantha wheat to the pot and the goat butter as the two of you talked about everything under the stars. "Are you still planning on moving to Hateno Village?", she asked as she began to plate up your dinners. "Yes, unfortunately. It means I'll be further away from you", you mumbled and Frita's face fell in disappointment. "It's the best option as, if this impending doom really is to show itself one day, the city centre is most likely one of the first places to be attacked. If I could, I'd love to live here with you". "Well, why don't you?". You shook your head. "You know I'd stick out like a sore thumb here. I wouldn't be able to pull my weight or help the village in any way. I'd be more of a burden than anything". "Perhaps not! If I could find a way for you to easily integrate into life here, would you move here?". The more Frita spoke, the more you felt a warmth spread through your entire being. "You'd have me, you'd be well protected- our warriors are exceptional, there's plenty of food and resources in the area… just don't make any final decisions to move just yet. Allow me a chance". You chuckled, taken aback by your friends willingness to help you and keep you by her side. "Okay, I'll give you a chance".

You cut yourself short when you noticed movement out of your peripheral vision. The gentle padding of talloned footsteps grew closer and bright emerald green eyes encased in bright red watched from the darkness. Finally a rito came into view. "Rather late to be cooking, don't you think?". His tone was sharp and precise, you couldn't tell if he was making small talk or if he was irritated with the fact that the two of you were occupying the cook pot. Did he usually use it at this time? "Oh! Revali! Sorry, did you want to use the cooking pot", Frita asked, a light quality to her voice as she politely addressed him, yet an awkward silence seemed to settle over the three of you as his eyes travelled from her to settle on you, staring down his beak right into your very soul. "Who is this hylian?", he asked bluntly. "This is my best friend. She's visiting for a short while", she informed him of your name and that you were from Castle Town. "Would you care to join us?", you then offered, cutting through the awkward pause in conversation. "We have plenty to go around". Frita cut you a glance, surprised by your sudden offer, but did not protest, adding "Yes, do join us! I'm assuming you've just finished practice? You must be famished". Revali opened his beak but quickly shut it, perhaps to reject the offer but thought better of it. He took a moment to smooth out the cream scarf around his neck. "Well, if you insist, I suppose I could join you", he hummed, making his way to sit across from you.

As he took his seat, he placed a beautifully crafted bow to his side, coated in vibrant colours and intricate designs, a scrap of teal fabric tied to one end. He held himself with pride, sitting tall, spine straight, shoulders squared. With the fact that he was taller than you, it was a little intimidating. "Have you visited our village before?", he asked, and it took you a second to realise his question was directed towards you. "Oh yes, plenty of times. I've been visiting since I was a child. That's how I met Frita", you explained, gesturing to your friend as dinner was being dished onto plates chiselled from stone. "Hmm, surely I would have met you by now if that were the case", he muttered as he was handed his food, "it's interesting how our paths have never crossed". You shrugged unsure of what else to say, other than, "Perhaps we weren't meant to meet yet. Us meeting now may be fate?", you laughed lightly, amused by the thought. Revali scoffed in response, "I believe we are in control of our own fate. For example; I didn't become one of the greatest rito warriors through fate and sheer dumb luck alone". "And so modest about it too", you joked which caused Frita to just about choke on her food. She tried to excuse herself as calmly as possible, covering her beak with her wing while still coughing her lungs up. Judging by her reaction, you considered how you may have overstepped a boundary. Not everyone knew when you were joking upon first meeting you. You often sounded more serious than you intended. "I'm only teasing", you clarified, playing with your food on the end of your fork absentmindedly. "I'm sure you're more than deserving of the title", you tried for your most sincere smile you could conjure, yet Revali didn't seem convince.

Finally, Frita had caught her breath, tears in the corners of her eyes. "No no, Revali really is the greatest of our warriors. Our people gave him that title", she croaked, her throat sounding raw from coughing. "He's the pride of the rito", she insisted, dropping her voice to a more serious tone. Your face contorted in amused disbelief before you began to wrack your brain for any information that would help you deduct the truth. "So he is the rito that's won the annual archery competition for the past five years? He's that same-…", you began to trail off, recalling the conversation you had with your father.

You came from a wealthy family, both your parents working for the King and late Queen of Hyrule . Your mother was the royal gerudo correspondent and your father was the royal rito correspondent- this being the reason you spent so much time in Rito Village growing up, as well as Gerudo Town. You remembered the past few years you couldn't make the annual archery competition held in the village, since you were either accompanying your mother on business trips or doing your own work, but you father had come home stating how the rito 'Revali' had won again. He would then follow up by talking about his superb skills and how his talent for aerial combat were superior in comparison to his peers. Your father claimed that the rito was unmatched and unrivalled, as well as claiming that he may very soon be known as one of- if not the most skilled warrior in all of Hyrule. (Which was very high praise coming from your father, since he was rarely impressed by anyone).

It was like a shock wave was sent through your body. "In the name of Hylia! I didn't realise it was you! I am so sorry! Please forgive my rudeness", you blubbered, putting your half eaten dinner aside, stumbling over your words as you rushed out your apology. "So you have heard of me", he lulled before an amused smirk graced his features. "I suppose I can forgive you since your rudeness was more disbelief than pure ignorance". "Thank you”, you breathed a sigh of relief. “I have heard a lot about your skills and I-… well…", once again you had trailed off. You looked to Frita for reassurance, yet she seemed as nervous as you; her posture was stiff as she sat with a straight spine, her eyes glancing between you and the navy rito. "From what I've heard, you're an incredibly skilled archer", you approached the conversation cautiously, hoping this angle would amend any bitterness you may have caused. Revali looked a you and you felt your breath catch in your throat as you locked eyes before he let out a gruff chuckle. "I suppose you could say that".

You and Frita ate in a comfortable silence while listening to Revali drawl on about the countless competitions he's won along with his many talents regarding aerial combat. Before long, your mind began to wonder.

You couldn't help but think of home. How it was slowly being consumed by a festering anxiety. There was a heavy air across the whole of Castle Town as you all prepared for this prophesied impending doom. The army had began vigorously training since last month. Some of those warriors were your friends- people you had grown up with. It was terrifying to think how some of them you may never see again once the Calamity strikes. Some were beginning to research the ancient technology that had recently been unearthed to see if they could be used to defend Hyrule. These were called guardians, and then there were also the recently uncovered Divine Beasts. At times, it was all a bit much, being at the central hub of Hyrule where there is no escape from the looming sense of dread. Things were moving so quickly and it seemed as though you may never escape the ever present anxiety that hung in the air of Castle Town. But here, in Rito Village, people seemed more relaxed. Many ritos believed that their home would not be effected by the foreseen Calamity. This made the village a nice escape from daily life back home. Here, you weren't reminded of what was to come. You weren't reminded of your duties. You could just breathe easier here in the village nestled into the rocky pillar.

"I do love it here. Rito Village is such a beautiful place. I don't have a single bad memory while being here", you gushed, earning a raised brow from Revali at your comments about his home, his interest now piqued. "Is that so?". Before you could stop her, Frita spewed, "Yes, in fact, she might move here". You shot her a look, a signal to keep that information between the two of you, to which she sheepishly dipped her head in response. You didn't want others knowing of your plans to move just yet, especially since you hadn't even mentioned it to your parents. "A hylian living amongst ritos?", Revali questioned, an amused undertone laced within his words as his luminous eyes narrowed a fraction, as if trying to read your expressions for some sign of the truth. "Hylians aren't equipped for living here. You would struggle". "Yet so many visit and get by just fine", you bit back, sharp tongued yet it was all said with a simple smile across your lips. What he said was true, yet you disliked how he assumed you would struggle when Frita, a fellow rito, believed you could easily adapt to life in the village. "Visiting and residing are very different though", he then shot back, cocking his head to the side as he examined you and your heart began to pound slightly. You felt a pout develop on your features, brows furrowed. He made a point you couldn't argue against. It was the truth. "Well, I'm taking it upon myself to help her integrate into the village before she permanently moves here", Frita chipped in, sensing some tension settling in the air. "If you truly want to move here", Revali began, capturing your attention once more. He wore a smug smirk before he finished, "You'll have to prove yourself".

"Prove myself?", you parroted. "Yes. You'll have to learn our ways and prove to us that you belong here". Revali studied you for a moment, as if he hadn't been doing so all night already. "Firstly, the women of our village are know for being beautiful singers and us men are talented archers. Tell me, can you sing?".

Being from one of the wealthier families of Hyrule Kingdom, you did have the privilege of music lessons from a young age. Your parents wanted the best for you, so consequentially, you had many lessons in a multitude of subjects and areas; Geography, horse riding, music, dance, literature, cooking, etiquette, biology and more.

"I have had many singing lessons", you informed the feathered man matter-of-factly. "It's more a matter of personal taste weather you believe I sound good". "Perhaps you could sing for me tomorrow then. After my training, well meet at the flight range. You can showcase your voice there", he challenged, the smirk across his features growing as he stared down his beak at you. "After all, it would be rather nice to have something to help me relax after such strenuous training", he teased. "And if my voice is to your liking, what do I receive then?". There was a slight pause. "What do you mean?", he tilted his head slightly, perplexed by your response. "Well, if my voice is to your liking then that would mean I have somewhat proven myself worthy of living here amongst your kind", you began, Revali's attention honed in on you, "Which I believe would be worth a reward". "Your reward would be living amongst us", you ignored his comment, pressing on. "That being said, if I prove myself, then I would like to learn archery". "What good would that do you?", he asked. "It's always good for a woman to be able to defend herself, wouldn't you agree?". "But if you were living in Rito Village you wouldn't need to defend yourself", he argued. "I'd have to say it's always good for a woman to know how to use a bow", Frita affirmed your point, edging a little closer to you as she joined the conversation. "Especially a hylian. They are smaller than most races, so it's most likely that any threat they face will be larger than them and could over power them", Frita continued, delving more into her argument. "Exactly, Frita! Meaning wouldn't it be beneficial to have a long range weapon in that instance? Surely, with your knowledge on combat as one of the greatest warriors of our time, you'd agree, Revali". You couldn't help but notice how the feathers around his chest plate plumed in reaction to your words. You'd noticed many ritos would unintentionally do this when feeling prideful, being boastful or being frustrated or angry. Perhaps it was a subconscious way of asserting dominance? Like how a Hylian may square their shoulders to appear larger and more confident in front of others. "It would be an honour to have you teach me".

There was a pause.

"I suppose it would be beneficial for you to have the most skilled archer teach you…", he mused looking off into the night, as if he barely acknowledged your being , like you were nothing more than a speck on his radar. A nuisance. "Alright, you have yourself a deal; continuously show your willingness and progression to integrate into our society, and in turn I will teach you how to use a bow". "And you swear not to go back on your word?", you quirked a brow in Revali's direction. "I swear".

#breath of the wild #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #botw revali #revali #x reader #revali x reader #botw tears of the kingdom #totk teba #rito village #rito #loz rito #prince sidon #tears of the kingdom sidon #loz botw

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trip-tuckers-hyperspanner · 10 months

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SNW beach day headcanons

Pike: Pike wears bright-colored, floral swimming trunks and does not wear sunscreen. He burns really bad too. You can barely get him out of the water unless it's for volleyball or to cook something for everybody. He will haul a grill to the beach.

Una: She wears a bikini and brings drinks of all sorts. She doesn't burn, but she doesn't tan either. She doesn't wear sunscreen, either, but she brings extra bottles and tanning oil for everyone. She has an extra towel, too.

Joseph: Wearing a whole body swimming piece. Likes to go tubing, boating, and parasailing. Fishing is a MUST, if available. He'll bring a first aid kit and water guns. He's pretty simple when it comes to Beach Day.

Hemmer: Trunks and a T-Shirt. Great surfer. Spends a lot of his time picking up shells on the shore, or neat rocks. He'll end up telling a bunch of kids stories about what "happened to his eyes" in order to scare them into behaving for their parents. He's a lifesaver. He doesn't bring anything except a first aid kit, just in case.

Uhura: She's too busy chatting up everybody at the beach to ever get into the water. She has a tankini or one of those bikinis with the skirt thingie on it. Wears sufficient sunscreen. She'll probably be laying on the sand after going out to swim (finally).

Spock: Trunks and a T-Shirt. He's helping Pike cook, and what he constitutes as "swimming" is standing in the water and talking to Christine while she's bobbing up and down looking for fish. He wears way too much sunscreen but that's because someone else applied it for him. Technically, he doesn't need it, but someone (*cough* his best friend Christine *cough*) doesn't feel right without him wearing it.

La'an: One piece! She's got her hair down too. She'll be swimming the longest out of anybody. She wears the minimum amount of sunscreen. She'll have water frisbee or some kind of weird game for everyone to play, but she won't actually tell anyone about it until someone finds it near her towel and asks who wants to play.

Kirk: He's a trunks guy, too. Borderline speedo, but thankfully not. Tans. No sunscreen. He spends a lot of time diving and relay swimming, and he's probably the last person out of the water when it's time to eat.

Christine: Bikini. She's the explorer of the beach and takes her time looking at everything. She also takes the time to be social. She's wearing water shoes even though nobody else is, and she's got a bag full of neosporin. She's the first to suggest volleyball.

Erica: Tankini, body suit, or one piece. She's got floaties, tubes, and any other water toy you can imagine that either splashes you or lets you zoom across the water. She and M'Benga are tubing while people are swimming. She'd fish with M'Benga too.

#star trek snw #christopher pike #una chin riley #la'an noonien singh #jim kirk #spock #christine chapel #nyota uhura #erica ortegas #joseph m'benga #hemmer #gaitwae writes

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tomatoswup · 1 year

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Trigun and Perfume: A Headcanon 🥸

summary: Roulette through the Macy's Perfume Aisle! What's YOUR favorite character's perfume smell?

characters: vash the stampede, nicholas d. wolfwood, meryl stryfe, milly thompson

A/N: i said i was gonna make a headcanon post about trigun and perfumes didn't i 🥸 i had fun actually putting my frequent times smelling the perfumes at the Macy's perfume section to wORRKKKKKKK,,, have i smelled all of the perfumes listed before? yes, my friends and I are fiends for perfumes hehehe so we usually gift them out for birthdays or holidays. maybe i'll make another post that includes knives, roberto, zazie, etc. but I'll have to go perfume smelling for them. Enjoy!~

Vash The Stampede

Dior Sauvage Elixir

top notes: Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Cardamom, Grapefruit

-Vash would totally wear this perfume my top headcanon

-I can see Vash not being a fan of overall too sweet scents, but just a tad bit.

-This is his main perfume to any occasion,,,,loves that people can recognize he was there by just his smell heellloooooooooo? o//o

-He runs through this like crazy, but he does have the mini version!

My notes: This perfume starts off with a woody, musky and earthy scent at the first spray but as it settles, it leaves a very honey-like faint after-smell that makes the knees jelly. How wonderful for the Humanoid Typhoon! pheromones whoooooo :P

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Versace Man Eau Fraîche

top notes: White Lemon, Rose Wood, Carambola

base notes: musk, amber, sycamore wood

-I can see Wolfwood lean more towards the woody yet aromatic/clean scents.

-Settles in well with his skin, giving the perfume a better twist with his own smoky/natural musk scent and the clean/fresh scent of the toilette mixing.

-Sprays once in a while, he's kinda broke :/ but it's okay! The bottle is a pretty nice size so it lasts a pretty long time!

-I didn't give him any deep musk scent bc mf already kinda has that smoker scent he's on his 100th pack atp

My notes: This scent delivers a faint musk smell but honestly it kinda reminds me of what the woods would smell like but amplified 2x if they were by a waterfall.

So moreover, if water smelled like a man. But honestly, I like this scent, it doesn't burn the nose like other man colognes/perfumes. Touché Undertaker!

Meryl Stryfe

Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Giolia

top notes: Lemon, Jasmine, Cedarwood

-Meryl is more of a fresh scent kinda person and this is that scent.

-It smells like peace tbh, and Meryl finds the fresh airy scent to it very comforting in the sudden chaos and trouble that always surrounds Milly and her.

-gets the smell of gun powder out of her nose palette.

my notes: if you're into very fresh scents that remind you of the nice scent of the sandy beaches or honestly like summer you'll like this one! Personally, this kinda reminds me of a freshly cut green cantaloupe(very specific hehe)

The tint of jasmine and lemon touches when you smell it give the calming effect it focuses on. Very Nice! Has to constantly rebuy bc she loses the bottle often

Milly Thompson

YSL Black Opium The Original

top notes: Black Coffee, White Flowers, Vanilla

-TOTALLY A MILLY SMELL

-LEGIT SMELLS LIKE A SOFT CARAMEL CANDY

-It's a very warm and sweet mix that I think she'll love smelling on her clothes and just generally the tint of vanilla in it.

-Honestly smells like flan,, or caramelized sugar :)

-tbh its my next perfume purchase They say it has coffee in it but it doesn't smell like it.

-I was torn between this perfume and the pink or green Burberry Her for Milly (the pink one smells like sweet strawberry yogurt and the green one smells like those lil containers of jellies that had little fruit pieces in them if you know you know) yes i have both of them

-But i found this to be a more fitting smell for her!

-Steal her jacket and it smells like Vanilla extract in the best way

My Notes: With a very caramel and vanilla smooth smell, this perfume leaves behind quite the scent of sugar and spice! A very sensual yet playfully smell of autumn! Nice taste Milly!

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The Drifter: The Sea King's Curse (1.02b)

Pairing: siren!hyunjin x fem!reader

Word Count: 10k

Genre: fantasy, smut, fluff, adventure

Summary: When the corpses of mutilated mermaids wash up on shore, the lawmen of Levanter Bay seek YN's help to find the cause. They end up discovering this goes much farther than expected.

Tags: Graphic violence (just fist fighting and monster slaying), kidnapping, animal death (hunting out of necessity), graphic descriptions of corpses, death, autopsies, thalassophobia, fear of deep water, megalophobia (fear of large objects), sea monsters, mind control, mind manipulation, mental illness, dark magic, mentions of war, slight ptsd. vaginal fingering, p in v sex, monster fucking, bigdick!hyunjin. underwater sex, public sex, outdoor sex, monster dick

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Minho took your hand as he created a teleportation circle underneath you. In a lung-crushing second, you left the dusty roads of Levanter Bay and ended up right under the water. The freezing temperatures shocked your bones and muscles. That familiar burning sting radiated in your abdomen as you felt yourself drowning in the vast ocean space. Yet, in seconds, your vision cleared and you breathed through your gills once again. When you could see better, you realized you stood on the transport station platform. Several other people teleported into the designated area for mages and warlocks to plant directly into the city.

“Well, that was easy,” you said. “You should've come with us the first time.”

“And miss fighting pirates? No way,” he snickered, swimming ahead of you. “Let's go to Yejin. She'll get us into the palace.”

You weren’t sure how true that’d be. Considering how Yejin will likely be barred from seeing Tytos again, you’ll need another person to sneak you inside. Swimming through the city, you expected to find city guards in full force with orders to find you. Mizu might have not seen you, but his master might have if they’d gone into Tytos’s mind. You thought there’d be obstacles in place to stop you, yet you didn’t see anyone in particular. Hydrus ran business as usual.

“Minho,” Yejin spotted him first when you reached her shop, “Thank goodness you’ve come.” She embraced him, before she looked at you, “I trust you’ve learned something new.”

“We have everything we need,” you told her.

“Jeongin had these,” Minho showed her the pouch, “And he knew the incantation to draw it out. All we need is a way into his chambers. The sooner we can do this, the better. I suspect Mizu is already on to us.”

“He is,” she confirmed. “He sent his lap dogs in here to intimidate me,” she glowered, “Telling me that my services to the royal family will no longer be needed. They said the king and queen have a new physician, and that I’ve been relieved of my place on the council. Sungwoo told me he said something similar to him this morning. Mizu plans to replace all the advisors with people of his own.”

“That means the king must be close to death,” Minho said. “He wouldn’t make such rash decisions if he didn’t think he’d succeed. Yejin, tell me there’s a way into the palace. All I need is a few minutes.”

“I'm afraid it's been barricaded from the public,” she answered. “Nobody is allowed in or out.”

“Then what the hell can we…”

You stared out the window into the street. Up and down the road you saw people going about their daily business, but you then saw them. Yesterday, you hardly noticed the city guards in the street but today you couldn't help not noticing them. If anyone can get you inside the palace, it will be them.

“Minho,” you turned to him, “Have you ever been arrested before?”

“Once or twice in my youth,” he joined you at the window, nodding slowly, “I’ve heard the jail cells under the palace can be dangerous with the eels floating around.”

“We won’t be going to jail,” you removed your heavy jacket and shirt, “Follow my lead.”

“YN, what are you thinking?” Yejin asked, worried as you left the shop. “This can severely backfire on the both of you.”

“I know.”

The both of you went onto the street. Nobody in particular noticed you right away, but you knew it’d be a matter of time. People will eventually see your markings and the stumps on the top of your head, and alert a guard. You kept your eyes peeled for any signs of a guard as you and Minho moved in the direction of the palace. It did not take long to gain attention. Right outside a tavern, three city guards stood around a high-top table, feasting on crabs and oysters. You nudged Minho, who’d been checking the other side of the street, and nodded over to them. He agreed, and you swam near them.

“-You sure we won’t have to pay for these, Pollux?” asked one of the mermen in his bronze armor. A spear and shield strapped to his back, a knife also hung from his waist. He shucked another oyster as he said, “That barmaid seemed pretty serious about the bill.”

Pollux, a shark hybrid with his distinctive back fin and sharp teeth, scoffed at this, “As if there’s anything she can do. As long as we have this armor and these spears, boys, we run this town.”

A light brush against his back fin had Pollux whipping around as you continued walking.

“Hey!” he called after you, “Watch where you’re going.”

You turned around, trying to conceal your smile, “Forgive me.”

The mere glimpse of your stumps and markings made the hybrid pause. Black eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he grinned a toothy smile, “What’s a demon and a fairy doing so far from the mainland?”

“I’m going to visit my aunt,” you lied, “Alcina. She told me she’d be at the palace.”

“Bullshit,” he huffed, “No Alcina lives in the palace. The palace is off limits to citizens and…mainlanders,” he said the last word as an insult.

“Seems like you’re not as informed as you think, hybrid,” you replied back, “Go back to your crab and leave my business to me.”

“Why you…”

He grabbed your arm the moment you turned around, his hands digging into your flesh and bruising them. Minho immediately kicked at his arm, which loosened his grip.

“Minho!”

The hybrid took a bite at Minho, who dodged him and slammed his fist into his nose. Like a real shark, this blinded the guard for a moment before Minho dealt him another one. One of the other guards launched himself at you, but you sidestepped him right away. Long claws managed to scratch at your bicep, which burned and stung in the water. You didn’t let that stop you. Your movements are not as fast underwater, the merman easily swished and rounded you until you grew dizzy. You made weak attempts to fight against him, though everything natural instinct told you to kill him. He chuckled mockingly when your fist barely touched him. Minho, on the other hand, moved as easily as his opponent did. Both of them throwing punches and grappling, the hybrid eventually subdued Minho with a tight grappling move.

“You shouldn’t pick fights you’re not going to win,” the hybrid chuckled, pulling out a pair of shackles from his belt. You heard them clamp and lock in place at Minho’s wrists. “Now, you’re going into a cell until you rot.”

“Mizu won’t be happy about this,” you called out to him.

“And what would you know about that, mainlander?” grunted the merman holding you.

“Because I don’t think he’d like hearing the person he’s been expecting was so roughly handled by his thugs,” you thought up on the fly. “My aunt is a special guest of his, and she wouldn’t like hearing about this either.”

“If he was expecting you, why aren’t you there?”

Good point. “We were delayed,” said Minho, still struggling, “By that sea snake that is going up and down the coast. We’re on our way to see them now.”

“About what?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” you shot at him. “Go ahead and arrest us, and see that Mizu doesn’t have your heads for this.” When they did not appear convinced, you said, “My aunt is not a forgiving person. If I tell her Mizu’s men manhandled myself and my bodyguard, she will not be so lenient on him. You know how the chain of command works, right? Big boss gets mad, takes it out on the smaller boss and the smaller boss then takes it out on his pawns.”

The men weighed your words, “Cuff them both.” He gave you a simpering smile, “If you’re telling the truth, demon, then you’ll have no problem going before Mizu himself.”

“Do it,” you challenged, “It’ll be like getting a personal escort.”

Cold, rough steel went around your wrists, and the merman tugged you roughly behind him with a chain. You and Minho dragged down the street side-by-side, he whispered over to you.

“Do you really think this is going to work?”

“Maybe,” you said. “We only need to get inside the palace.”

“And what do you plan to do from there?”

“We’ll just have to wing it,” you shrugged.

“YN, you are the worst planner, you know that?”

You snorted, “You have no idea.”

The palace truly resembled a fortress now. Soldiers with bronze helmets and armor remained on the battlements, standing still and keeping an eye on the front entrance; two more stood on either side of the stone doors closing off the palace. The mermen and shark hybrid allowed through with a few whispered words, they dragged you and Minho towards the palace steps where you saw two more guards, and several standing around the expansive area. Inside the main hall, men in gold and bronze armor stood on either side of every doorway you passed. Yes, sneaking in here would have been difficult, especially with the domesticated guard sharks swimming up and down hallways. They took you towards a pair of golden doors, and you assumed this must be the throne room.

“Your Greatness!” the hybrid called out from the doorway, “I have brought more mainlanders.”

Swimming through the high ceiling halls to a throne room, you saw Mizu sitting on a throne of driftwood and stone. His eyes narrowed the second he saw you and Minho.

“You’re supposed to be dead, demon,” he grunted through sharp teeth. “I sent the pirates to finish the job.”

“That’s what you get for sending a pirate to do a professional's job,” you replied, staring straight back at him.

“She says she knows Lady Alcina,” the hybrid told him.

Mizu rushed over to them, crimson tail fluctuating between dark and bright reds, and examined you. A wicked smile crept over his pale face, “She certainly does. Lady Alcina has often spoken of the demon who brought ruin and pain to her masters.” His voice laced with venom, you wondered if Alcina herself happened to be in the castle. He looked over to Minho, “And you’ve brought a friend. Who is this?”

“Lee Know,” Minho responded, defiant eyes glaring at Mizu, “Her bodyguard.”

“Ha, some bodyguard you are if you both ended up in shackles,” he then snapped his fingers, “Take them to The Lair. They can join that siren we found sneaking through the garden.”

“Siren? What siren?”

Mizu chuckled as the guards shoved you forward, “You’ll see. It truly is a shame. Hwang would’ve made such a proficient navigator. But, this is what happens when you break the law around here.”

“What did you do to him?” you called back angrily, reaching a backdoor in the throne room. “What did you do?”

Mizu’s laugh was cut off by the shutting of a heavy door. Minho and you grunted and struggled against your captors as they led you down spiraled steps. The water here pinched your muscles and chilled your bones harder than before. Your eyes widened as light faded away into darkness the further you went down. Hyunjin must have gotten caught sneaking into the palace. The idea of them hurting him fueled your need for escape. You sensed where they planned on taking you.

“Ares!” Pollux called when you reached an iron gate, “Open up! We got more fish feed!”

Another merman opened the gate, and your eyes burned adjusting to the dimly glowing torches holding flaming fish inside them. You caught glimpses of other cells down the aisle. It was when the guards took your sword and Minho’s quiver and bow that fear truly set inside you. Your magic did not work well under water; Minho might be able to cast spells, but maybe not as effectively.

“YN…” Minho said, keeping his voice steady as they pushed you towards another gate at the end.

Through the gate, you saw light shining into the water, and you guessed it must be coming from a hole somewhere above. You did not want to know what might be behind that tightly locked gate.

“Bring out the siren,” Pollux called out.

From another cell, the guards pulled out Hyunjin. A gasp caught in your throat when you saw his face: the bridge of his nose broken by a nasty cut, his bottom lip swelled from the bruise on the corner and you spotted several bruises on the fleshy parts of his torso. They’d beaten him.

“Hyunjin,” his name left your lips in a soft cry. You tried reaching for him, but the guard tugged your chains away. “Hyunjin, what happened? Why are you here?”

“I tried getting to the king,” he said, teeth colored by blood in his mouth. “They caught me in the coral garden under his balcony.”

“What were you thinking, Hyunjin?” whispered Minho as the three of you went to the gate.

“Yejin said he might be awakened by memories,” he said, voice cracking. “I was good friends with Ormand. I thought showing him a gift Ormand gave me might snap him out of the haze. I…I only wanted to help him.”

“Hyunjin,” your eyes stung, but tears are hard to produce in water.

“Save your tears, demon,” Pollux said viciously, his men opening the large iron gates, “Pontus doesn't particularly care for them.”

With a hard shove, the three of you were casted off into the abyss. Panic struck you in the chest and tightened around your legs, making it hard to breathe even with your gills. Scanning the enclosed space, you saw the rocky stands where people might have occupied at one time; balconies high up looked down into the middle of the arena. The open ceiling kept the first rays of light from breaking through, leaving you in semi-darkness.

“What do we do now?” Minho asked, no longer hiding his fear. “What's in here?”

Something big. Something deadly.

“The leviathan,” Hyunjin breathed, moving closer towards you. “Pontus, the great leviathan. Back in the old days, before Tytos, they used to put really bad criminals down here. If they managed to defeat him, they could leave…Notice Pontus is still here and they're not…” He squeaked when a high cry came from beneath his feet. “YN, do something.”

“I can thwart it with shadow magic,” said Minho, “But I don't know how well it'd do against something so large. Even threshers who came onto land are hard to defeat alone.”

“My fire magic won't be of any use down here, and they took my sword.”

Defenseless. You hated the sinking dread pulling you down as you searched for a way out. The open ceiling seemed to be covered with a net: keeping victims in and keeping Pontus from breaking out. Hyunjin clung on to you, and Minho took your hand absentmindedly. The chilling sensation of being watched started consuming you. You sensed its eyes from somewhere below, possibly above now.

“The net,” Minho whispered to you, “You can burn through it.”

“I don't know if I could.”

“You can try.”

“It'll outswim me,” you said.

“Hyunjin can distract them.”

“What?” Hyunjin glanced over at him. “Distract it? How?!”

“Hyunjin, you're a siren,” Minho said, “Sing to it.”

“Sing to it?! It'd rather eat me than hear me sing.”

“Did you forget that your singing attracts anything with ears?”

“I know I can but…” he looked out into the opening apprehensively. “But, this isn't a shark or an octopus.”

“Hyunjin,” you took his hands in yours, “You can do this. Minho and I will be right here the whole time. We only need a few minutes.”

“Ha! As if that is going to help you!”

Her voice echoed throughout the arena. It bounced off walls and rippled through the air towards you. You had no idea where it came from, yet it boiled your blood regardless.

“Alcina…” You growled, but did not move from your hiding spot.

“Here she is!” Alcina cried out, “The brave fire demon, Multak! Multak, The Vanquisher! Multak, The Shield of Fire! How small you look down in this pit of mine! Step into the light, child. Let me look upon you.”

Hyunjin and Minho held onto you, but you swam forward into the arena. You stared up into the stands where you saw a pale woman occupying a box seat. Obviously meant for royalty, she stood there in a strapless strip with fringes that flowed about her like a curtain in the wind. You couldn't see her clearly from the height, but you still glared at her.

“Hmpf,” she huffed discontentedly, “I thought you'd be scarier. You really are a little thing aren't you?”

“I still vanquished your great master,” you challenged, “Clearly size isn't everything.”

“Until you're in a leviathan pit, I imagine,” she quipped. “You really should have kept your nose out of my business. Your kind don't do well underwater.”

“You're hurting innocent people. That is enough to make it my business.”

“Psh, I knew you were a mortal lover, but I didn't think it was this bad,” she cackled. “Well, now you can die with the mortals you so dearly love. You can think about that as Pontus swallows you whole.”

“You'll pay, Alcina,” you said, the threat turning into a promise. “I'll make sure you do.”

She cackled again, turning around, “Sure I will. I will be Queen of the Seven Seas and you'll be leviathan food. Ta-ta, little flame!”

The sound of the door slamming resonated through the arena. The high cry came once more, a hiss layered right underneath it. Your frustration outweighed the fear of being stuck in the middle of the ocean, weightless and dozens of feet beneath water. A creaking sound caught your ear from behind, and you guessed Minho or Hyunjin accidentally pushed on the bars of the arena. It was only you three down here.

You stared upwards to see the thin netting above. It was your only way out. Without another thought, you began kicking up to the ceiling. Currents reached your tiptoes, and you pictured the massive creature swimming right up behind you. The leviathan cried once more, the sound much closer and fear jumped into your throat. Adrenaline made you swim faster. You could feel it gaining speed from the bottom of the arena.

“YN, look out!” Minho cried from somewhere to your left as a jet of shadow magic sailed right under your feet.

You rolled aside as the monster hit the ceiling, though it did no damage to it. Pontus was about fifty to sixty feet long, made of gray and blue scales with fanned membranes around its narrow head like a lion's mane. Teeth as long as swords lined its mouth, and another hiss made its tongue quiver like a snake. Pontus was large enough to swallow a carriage whole if he wished; mouth wide enough to eat a regime of soldiers. Your entire body froze, drifting weightlessly away from the monstrous beast. At the sight of its slanted black eyes, you thought of Zunar when he'd taken you to a spider's nest.

“But, mentor, it's scary in there. I'm afraid. I’m not brave enough.”

“That is the only time we can be brave, little flame.”

You thought of his glowing orange eyes that always looked on you so fondly. He'd believed in you when others did not. He said he pulled your egg from the lava lake himself after it cracked open in the churning, boiling lava. You should have died, he told you, but you didn't. You lived with a few minor burns. Your strength, he said, is what he admires the most. Staring down this beast, you imagined what he might say when you tell him you died facing a leviathan head on. He'd laugh, and say something to the effect of “your fire burns even under water!”

Pontus’s next cry sounded like a low whistle, and you saw it bend its long neck all the way back. You did not dare wince or look away. If the thing did swallow you whole, you’d burn its insides. The leviathan rattled its neck, and made to strike until a voice came from below your feet.

“Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray down by the walls of whopping, where I met a sailor gay …”

The beast whirled its head down towards the ground, though stayed still as if searching for the sound. You recognized Hyunjin’s sweet sounding voice. Although terror shook his notes, it still pulled the sea monster inwards.

“Conversing with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain, saying William when you go I fear you'll ne'vr return again…”

Hyunjin’s glittering scales stood him out in the dark vastness below, and you caught a glimpse of his glistening pearl and starfish headpiece. Pontus ignored his current prey to focus on the singing siren below. You shook in the water; both the cold and anxiety rattled your bones watching the creature slowly swim downwards. You couldn’t help following it, even if Minho might be perched somewhere nearby with a plan of his own.

“My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold…”

You saw Hyunjin sit down in the middle of the arena floor, staring up at the leviathan with tearful eyes. In the glowing lights of the circular space, his body appeared to shine like a pearl in sand. You forced yourself not to listen too closely as he grabbed the monster’s attention. Looking around the middle balconies, you saw Minho pressed against a wall with another figure beside him. You also saw the bow he kept directed at Pontus. How did he get it back? When he beckoned you over to him with a head nod, you quickly reached him.

“He can’t sing forever,” you said, “Take the shot.”

“I got to get lower,” he replied, “But I can’t get him with only arrows. You’d need to get on top of its head and stab it right on the center. That’s where the skin is the thinnest.”

“And how the hell can I do that?”

“With this.”

He stepped out of the darkness, holding your sword. You’d never been so glad to see Sheriff Bahng until now.

“How did you get here?” you asked incredulously, taking your sword from him.

“I snuck in using Ma’s potion,” he said as if this should be obvious, “And took out the guards outside. It wasn’t hard with how clueless they are.”

“...His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go…”

“You take the left and I’ll take the right?” he asked you, unsheathing his own dagger. “Minho takes the middle?”

You sneered at him, “Of course.”

The three of you separated to your indicated spots below. Pontus remained several feet above Hyunjin, whose hands gripped the sands underneath tightly. His tail rigid and body posed in place, you would’ve thought he was a statue. You noticed his singing grew louder, dark eyes glaring at the monster ahead of him. The defiance and daring in his eyes burned as he continued singing.

“...From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan. All for my jolly sailor until he sails home…”

You sensed his voice starting to waver, the song coming to an end. With its head straight ahead, you had a perfect view of the eye. Blind the creature, and it’ll be down one sense to prey upon. But, you couldn’t risk it seeing you. You wracked your brain for a song to sing, even if you sounded terrible, but suddenly your mind went blank.

“My heart is pierced by cupid. I disdain all glittering gold, there is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold….”

The singing came from the left side of the lower arena; a woman’s voice this time. Pontus hissed once more, attention snapping to this newcomer. Chan’s merfolk blood made him a much faster swimmer, so he had no problem shooting towards Pontus and stabbing his dagger into the black eye. Pontus screeched, his neck waving about as he thrashed at the pain. You saw Chan holding onto his weapon tightly and stabbing it a second time. When he moved away, he vanished back into the darkness quickly and you caught the faintest glimpse of him circling the back of him.

“My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair, and I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year…”

This voice came from right under your seats, and you saw the shimmering tiara of Hannah Bahng . When Pontus whipped his head over towards Hannah’s voice, you took the chance. Using the railings for a boost, you raised your sword above your head and aimed into its left eye. The burning runes did not flash in flames, but instead small air bubbles and hot steam. Feet planted on its upper lip, you nearly slipped forcing your sword out of its head. Pontus’s cries shook the stone walls, likely alerting anyone within a mile range. You swam away, struggling to kick your aching legs before two arms went right under yours.

“Its head,” Hannah said in your ear, “Stab it in the head.”

“Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be, who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea…”

Yejin. That voice must be Yejin’s, and you spotted her right beside Minho. He notched an arrow made of wispy purple smoke and shot it. The arrow moved through the water like air, and lodged right in the gray membranes protecting the top of his head. The arrow’s magic spread across the head defense like acid, burning the thin skin away. Hannah dropped you off right inside the breakage, and you used your free hand to grab onto the cauterized webbing. Yejin, Hannah and Hyunjin continued singing through various points in the arena to distract Pontus from the demon climbing higher on his head. Your hands pushed against the hard scales to find the thin spot in the skull.

“My heart is pierced by cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.”

“Stab it, YN!” you heard Chan call from somewhere nearby, “Stab it now!”

Pontus bellowed, head turning upright and you nearly lost your balance. Catching yourself on a charred membrane, you took hold of your sword and stabbed it dead center. The sudden penetration made Pontus howl in pain, his body thrashing about wildly. You did your best to hold on to his broken fans as he waved his head to throw you off. Heart pounding loudly, you took several deep breaths as a rush of water and air blew past you. Gravity gradually began pulling you downwards, you frantically jiggled and pulled your sword until it came loose. Sword tightly in hand, you pushed off the beast’s head right as it sunk towards the bottom. You watched from above as Pontus’s body coiled into a spiral as it thumped to the sea floor. Against the white sand, it looked like a black picture frame.

“We did it!” Hyunjin cried gleefully, swimming up to you from the bottom. “We did it!”

You let him scoop you up into a hug, twirling you around in the water. “You were brilliant, Hyunjin,” you told him when he stopped spinning. “You were so brave.”

“You were braver,” he insisted. “You would've fought that thing head on if I hadn't distracted it, huh?”

“Probably. I would've just gone home if I'd died here,” you shrugged, “So no big deal.”

Hyunjin saw through your brave face, but kissed you anyway. You leaned into the kiss, wanting it to absorb you before you faced the next part. When you pulled away, you looked right at him.

“I’m surprised I didn’t get pulled into that voice of yours,” you said, fingers under his chin, “It really is enchanting.”

“I can do more of it for you later.”

“I’d like that.”

“Tytos,” Minho quickly swam past you both, “We have to get to him before she kills him! Yejin, what's the fastest way there?”

“Through that door,” she pointed to the double doors Alcina left through. “It has stairs that take you right to the second floor of the palace. It is a bit of a walk, but much faster than going back the way we came.”

“Then let's go.”

Minho led your group up to the double doors which Alcina left unlocked. The arrogance already jumped out at you. As Yejin said, a spiraling staircase that fit three people across went all the way up to the palace. The hidden doorway leading out from the arena suggested the royal family's personal entrance to their private box down below. You expected some kind of resistance or danger awaiting you, but the passage went rather smoothly up the unused staircase. Once on the first floor, more sharks and guards filled the hall. You thought one of them might see a group of people coming up from the arena, but none of them noticed you. Yejin guided you up the second staircase to the top landing where they’d stationed more guards. The guards here wore black breastplates and carried iron spears. When you got a better look at them, they shared the same blank eyes associated with brain fog.

“You got anything for them?” Chan asked Minho in a whisper.

“Only this.”

Out of a pouch on his belt, Minho withdrew what resembled a sea urchin. The spiky black ball gracefully floated away towards a pair of brainwashed guards. When one of them noticed the urchin, he reached forward to seize it and the moment he made contact, the urchin exploded. Instead of squishy remains, a thick black substance sprayed on both guards. You saw the toxic goo wrap around their mouths and eyes, slowly strangling them around the neck. None of you had time to scold Minho for using such a trick, since he sailed right past them to a pair of doors nearby.

“Minho, wait,” Yejin called out and stopped him from opening the door. “We can't just barge in. Allow me to handle this.”

Minho’s determination made it difficult for him to back down. He gave Yejin a stubborn glance as he said, “We don't have time for pleasantries, Yejin.”

“No, but storming in there will ruin everything.” From a bag hanging from her waist, Yejin withdrew a blue bottle holding a clear liquid. “Chan and YN will drink this potion, while you remain invisible on your own. Hyunjin and Hannah will distract them for you.”

“You already thought about this,” Minho said, impressed.

“You thought I’d come here without a plan?” she smiled. “Now, you two drink.”

Chan drank half the bottle and you drank the other half. Before your eyes, Chan’s features slowly disappeared until you saw nothing but the opposite wall. Minho, with a snap of his fingers, vanished instantly. Hyunjin brushed your hand with his as he passed you to join Yejin at the pair of doors. The group braced themselves when Yejin knocked on the door and a female voice called for them to enter.

“Yejin, thank goodness you’re here!” the woman cried out, “They won’t let me see him!”

Yejin, Hannah and Hyunjin went further into the room while you, Minho and Chan stayed on the outskirts of the lounge area. The mermaid’s black plaits flowed to her waist, and she wore a bralette made of shining seashells and gems. Like with so many merfolk, rows of tiny conch shells, pearls and opals shone against her dark hair, with ivory bands decorating her long hair. Queen Calypso looked as if she’d been crying for hours, her eyes puffy and red with her lips parted in every sob. Yejin embraced her immediately, causing the queen to cry harder.

“Who won’t let you see him?” she asked tenderly.

“Mizu and that sea witch he brought with him,” she sobbed. “He told me he brought her to assess Tytos’s condition and she says he is beyond healing. She said the best thing to do was help him along to The King’s Hall, an-an-and they won’t let me say goodbye!”

You listened to the queen’s heartache with stinging eyes. The pair won’t even let her see him off into the afterlife. It reminded you once again of the people who lost their loved ones so tragically during the war. You recalled the friends you’d made who died in battle, never able to give a last goodbye. Alcina and Mizu would rob her of this to fulfill their devious plan; the plan that killed several mermaids and took their dignity from them.

‘I, Multak of the Fire Clan, pledge my life and my sword to The Mar. I will be the shield who guards the innocent from the damned. I will be the sword who punishes the wicked and the cruel. I swear it from this day and all the days yet to come.’

Even if you no longer lived in The Mar, you’d made a vow for life.

“They cannot bar The Queen from seeing her husband,” you heard Yejin say firmly. “Calypso, you are Queen of the Seven Seas. You are wife to the Great King, and mother to his children. You are The People’s Queen. Mizu is only an advisor, and he has no authority to tell you where you can and cannot be. Come with me. We will see Tytos together.”

She glanced in your direction, linking her arm with Calypso’s and opening the bedroom doors. Right away, you followed the group inside.

“Your Majesty,” Mizu stood at the foot of the bed, stunned by her sudden appearance, “And Lady Yejin. I told you that your services are no longer-”

“-Shove it, traitor,” Yejin snapped. “Her Majesty wishes to see her husband. She is allowed that right.”

“She will disturb my healing process, Lady Yejin.”

Alcina stood on the other side of the bed, bent over the king with her hand on his forehead. You heard his faint groaning from the stone bed, seeing his body more malnourished than the last time. Calypso let out a tearful gasp, covering her mouth at the sight of her dying husband. Alcina was who you truly studied: lean, tall and pale, black scales went from her shoulders to the eight tentacles keeping her upright. The markings on her arms and chest swirled were the swirling patterns of the water clan. Unlike your bright markings, hers were pure black. She no longer carried demonic magic, but you spotted a glowing crystal hanging from her neck. A totem for magic. Every inch of you burned seeing the small horn stumps that once resembled ram horns. You were right. Alcina was an exile.

“Healing process?” Yejin gave the king a quick look over, “He doesn’t seem to be healing to me.”

“It’s a transition spell,” she lied. “It’ll help him pass painlessly to the next life.”

“And who gave you the authority to murder our king?” Yejin snapped.

“I did,” Mizu said. “I spoke with the other advisors, and we all agreed it is best for His Majesty to be given a merciful death. This is what is best for him.”

“Best for him or best for you?”

“I don’t gain any pleasure from witnessing this, my lady, but would you prefer Tytos continues to suffer?”

“He is only suffering because of you and this witch you’ve forced upon us,” she spat back at him.

“And what would your remedy be, my lady?” Alcina drew. “No meager potion or minor spell will heal him.”

“No, but I can heal him just fine, Witch.”

Minho clicked his fingers and he appeared beside Yejin. You saw the faintest glow of black and purple lingering over his fingertips like a baseball. Rage burned through the young fairy’s body, his magic threatening to spill over if pressed enough. You already saw him holding the black crystal in his hand, and knew with a quick flick of his wrist he’d get the job done. A brush of water went past you; Chan must be positioning himself behind Mizu. Alcina was all yours.

By her hesitation, Alcina did not expect to see Minho or Hyunjin ever again.

“On behalf of Queen Calypso and The Sea Council,” Yejin said, “I sentence you and your witch-”

“-I am no mere witch, sea scum!” Alcina snapped. “I am far greater than any mortal witch amongst you.”

“You are a witch,” Hyunjin hissed. “A witch who throws innocents into Pontus’s pit unjustly,” Hyunjin continued for her. “A witch who has been poisoning the king’s mind for months. A sea witch who orchestrated several merfolk slayings, predator attacks and pirate raids. We know who you are, Alcina, and you do not scare anyone here.”

Alcina cackled, “How cute. Where is Multak then, hm? I imagine the little fire brat died fighting our leviathan. I always told my master she wasn’t as strong as she seemed.”

You swam around the bed. Her words alone acted like wind fueling a kindling fire. You stood behind her, gripping your sword tightly in both hands. Already, the invisibility potion started wearing off. You must have not drunk enough to last as long as before. Good. You wanted her to see you.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he smirked, “YN’s not dead.”

“Oh? Then where is she?”

“Right here,” you said from right behind her.

Alcina whipped around, her eyes narrowed and searching the air around her for you. “Invisibility,” she scoffed, “Of course you’d use that. Dranesh always said you fire demons were bad with invisibility. You’re too brash and loud. Come out of the shadows, you little-”

“Silence, deserter.”

Your invisibility melted away when you thrust your sword into her belly. Runes burning like coals, the dragon fire in your blade seared her skin and sizzled her insides. Alcina, eyes wide and mouth blowing air bubbles in every scream, tried pushing you from her but failed each time.

“What was your real name?” you asked her in a growl, pushing it further into her. When she did not answer, you repeated, “What is your real name, oathbreaker?!”

“Ran-Rannuth…”

“Rannuth of the Water Clan,” you said, “You are charged with treason, murder, interfering in mortal matters and breaking your exile restrictions. I sentence you to death.” You moved closer to her as her body began dematerializing from you, “May The Blind One have no mercy on you.”

Withdrawing your sword from her torso, you watched Alcina gradually turn into seafoam in front of you. Your sword dimmed as its power faded away, but your own rage continued to burn. With one glance over at Mizu, you saw the terror instantly flush his face. This brief distraction was enough for Chan to hold a knife to his neck.

“Wha-wh-what?!” Mizu shrieked, looking frantically at each of you as Chan restrained him. “No, no, wait, wait!”

“Mizu Tanaka, you are charged with treason and conspiracy to commit treason,” Calypso sniffed, standing up straight with her head up high. “Guards, seize him.”

Chan only released Mizu when two guards clapped chains on his wrists. “Your Majesty, please!” Mizu cried, “Please, I was only thinking of the realm. I was thinking of you! Please, don't do this to me!”

“You only thought about yourself,” she glared, “You have plagued this family long enough. Take him away.”

“Calypso! Calypso, I only ever had love for you-” Mizu began to say as the guards dragged him from the room, “I only thought about your happiness! Do not do this to me! Please!”

You watched him be led from the room. Your markings glowed bright orange, hot to the touch and steaming in the water. Only the gentle touch of Chan’s carefully placed hand took you out of yourself.

“Talk about getting heated, huh?” He said.

“Shut up,” you said, embarrassed suddenly.

“Tytos!”

Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone’s attention, and you all turned to the bed. The king, frail and skeletal, began convulsing on the bed. His moans gurgled and a purple fluid seeped from the sides of his mouth. Minho didn't need to be told to act. He moved the queen and Yejin aside and pressed the black crystal to the king's forehead.

“Replenish thy mind and embrace the light,” he said strongly, holding the stone to the infection site, “Replenish thy mind and embrace the light….”

At first, the king continued seizing and frothing at the mouth.

“Replenish thy mind and embrace the light!”

A bright white light broke through the cracks in the stone. The rays directed themselves over Tytos’s face as Minho continued his mantra. Tytos’s head swished back and forward, feral growls coming from his throat while spitting more purple tinged foam. You saw his nails dig into the stone bed underneath him while the gem shone brighter on him. Whatever possessed him fought hard to stay inside. Tytos’s body went completely rigid, bones and skin stretched far, and let out a high scream; he whipped and resisted Minho’s words, but Minho held on strongly.

“Please!” you heard Calypso cry, “Please, Tytos!”

“Replenish thy mind and embrace the light!”

“Please, my love, fight it!” Calypso cried, tears in her eyes, “Please! Fight! Ormand would want you to fight it, love,” she came to his side, touching one of his trembling fists. “Arielle, Arista, Ronan and Kenn…They want to see their father. They miss you, beloved. You must fight this beast inside, and see them again. I wish to see you again.”

Words of love and a gentle touch made the beast fight harder, but you saw the cloudiness in his eyes slowly fading away. A healthy pink complexion came back as the stone’s light started absorbing the dark sickness.

“Tytos,” she called to him, “Tytos, please. Come back to me. Come back.”

His fidgeting softened as the last few wisps of the possession left him. Face full of color and eyes clear as day, the king groaned and gasped at the very last trickle. He stared around the room at everyone, confusion furrowing his thick eyebrows. You saw the question sitting on his tongue, but he did not say it out loud. It was when he looked upon his wife that a bit of clarity came to him. He touched her warm cheek with a pruned finger, and gazed over her soft, round features.

“I know your face…” he said in a raspy voice, hoarse and thin. “I know you…”

“It’s me, Tytos. It’s your Calypso.”

“Calypso,” he breathed out her name, and tears trickled down his temples. “Oh, my precious pearl…Where-Where am I?” he gazed around the room again, “Who are all these people?”

“Your Majesty,” Yejin bowed, as did the other two, “There is much for us to explain, but it is best you rest-”

“-What happened to me?” he asked, a bit of fear in his voice. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the royal palace,” Yejin answered, “Your ancestral home of Hydrus. You were possessed, Your Majesty. Mizu and a sea demon manipulated your mind, and you were near death before we arrived.”

Tytos looked at her with confusion, then turned to his wife, “Who is Mizu? Wha-What is she talking about?”

“I think you all should go,” Yejin said to the rest of you. “His Majesty needs time and rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Yes, Mama.”

Everyone aside from Yejin moved into the next room. You felt empty, as you always did after bounties like this. Plopping down on one of the couches, elbows went onto knees as you covered your face with your hands. Alcina was not the first exile you’d killed, and likely wouldn’t be the last. Yet, truly murdering one of your own left you with a melancholy feeling that didn’t wash off quickly enough. The adrenaline and fire that coursed through you refused to settle down; you rubbed your eyes until you saw blotches of darkness and took a deep breath. The others began discussing the next move: calling the advisors, informing the public of what transpired, and someone collecting the dead leviathan underneath the palace.

You needed a drink and a pretty boy to make you feel something again.

“Hey, Snake Slayer,” a voice pulled you from your thoughts, “Still burning inside?”

Hyunjin sat beside you, looking more beautiful than ever even with his injuries. The wounds given to him seemed to heal faster than they might on normal human skin, but the cuts remained visible to you. They looked strangely lovely on him. It added more charm to what he already had.

“It’ll die down eventually,” you breathed.

‘You’d betray your own kind, Multak? We are made of the same fire and stone. You’d kill your brothers and sisters based on foolish vows. You’d slay your own people in defense of those who’d rather kill you than respect you.’

You blocked out Nor’goth’s voice once more.

“I can imagine that hadn’t been easy to do,” Hyunjin said. When you gave him a quizzical look, he continued, “Having to kill someone you might’ve seen as one of your own once. Alright, so she was exiled after the war and therefore not really a demon anymore, but killing still isn’t pleasant.”

“But it's necessary sometimes,” you admitted. “If I hadn't killed her, she would've found a new person to control somewhere else.”

Hyunjin slipped his hand over yours, and said softly, “Still, it's not enjoyable.”

Hyunjin then hummed the same song he'd sung in the pit. It soothed you enough to turn when the door opened. Yejin and Calypso stood together, grinning softly at the group.

“How is he, Yejin?” Minho asked her first.

“It will be a slow process,” she said, “But with proper treatment and time, he will recover. I believe we came just in time; if we'd delayed any longer, Tytos wouldn't be with us right now.”

“I wanted to thank you,” Calypso sniffled, “For saving my husband.”

“It's what we do, Your Majesty,” Chan bowed his head. “What will you do about Mizu? Tytos isn't well enough to be sentencing anyone at the moment.”

“That will be up to the advisors and myself,” she said, “Since Ronan is only seventeen, he isn't of age to take his father's place. But, I assure you that Mizu will be dealt with to the fullest extent.”

“He was connected to crimes on the mainland, Your Majesty,” Chan intervened. “He commanded the pirates to poach merfolk for their scales and tails. They washed up on our shores which means he crossed jurisdictions.”

“You're free to attend his trial, Sheriff,” Calypso told him. “Mizu will answer for any and all crimes he committed.” She gave a playful smirk, “And so is your demon companion or has Alcina already been sentenced where you're from?”

“I killed her, Your Majesty,” she turned to her. “Demons can only die by dragon fire. That's what my sword is made from. But, my sword works just as well on traitors of all races.”

“We have our own executioner, Multak,” Yejin said, and this name caught Calypso's ear.

“This is Multak?”

You stood up, “Yes, Your Majesty.” You already sensed where this was going.

“Yejin, you weren't lying,” Calypso said to her, yet kept her eyes on you. “She truly is a hero.”

“I wasn't the only one there,” you said immediately. “Minho is the best with magic, and if Hyunjin, Hannah, and Yejin hadn't distracted the leviathan, I would've been its dinner. Chan helped me take the thing down too.”

“And modest,” Calypso said. “Once again, thank you. You all have saved my kingdom and my family. We would have been lost without your help.” When you all bowed to her, she continued, “Forgive me, but I must go inform the advisors of what has happened. We need to discuss our next step as soon as possible. Yejin, I trust you'll be there.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Calypso left the room, and Yejin turned to Chan. She stood there a few seconds, taking him in and he began speaking before she interrupted him.

“Oh, my baby boy!” she rushed at him, embracing him tightly.

“Ma!”

“My precious pearl, oh!” She started smothering him in kisses, which Chan tried pulling away from. “Oh, you scared me half to death when you fought that thing! I thought being a small town sheriff wouldn't be so dangerous! Oh, Channie!” She saw Hannah a foot away, and pulled her in too, “And my sweet angelfish! Hannah, you could've gotten killed getting near that thing! I told you to stay in the shop!”

“Ma! Ma, you can let go now!” Chan squeaked as she hugged him tighter. “Mama!”

Minho and you exchanged amused glances, then he tackled you and Hyunjin. “Oh, YN! Our little lava rock, you're so brave!”

You laughed, hugging him back, “That leviathan was so dangerous! It could've eaten you! Hyunjin, being a whale navigator shouldn't be so dangerous! You could've died!”

“Oh, Minho, you're so smart and strong for using that rock! Such a smart man, you are!”

The three of you laughed in the face of Chan and Hannah’s red cheeks. Finally breaking apart, Yejin addressed the group. It will take several weeks to fully restore the kingdom and arrange a trial for Mizu. In the meantime, you all could go home and get prepared for Founder’s Day. Chan and Minho started planning the moment everyone dispersed; Hannah went with her mother to see the advisors and Calypso. This left you alone with the prettiest face you ever did see.

“And then there were two,” Hyunjin said, that familiar glint in his eyes.

“And then there were two,” you agreed, unable to look at anyone but him.

When he swam to you, his tail waved behind him and you saw how it shimmered in the light. Hyunjin said nothing as he pressed his lips to yours; his hands slid up to your neck, holding you there to easily open your mouth with his own. The strange sensation of kissing underwater came back to you the longer you kissed, your breath coming through gills instead of your nose. This only made it easier to kiss Hyunjin longer. Your hands wrapped around his slim torso and brought him closer. His smooth scales allowed your fingers to slide further up his back and keep him closer to you. Every soft hum Hyunjin gave broke your barriers, washing away pain and memory.

“Come with me,” Hyunjin breathed, his forehead pressed to yours and eyes still closed.

“Anywhere.”

Hyunjin did not hesitate to take you from the front room down the hall. Nobody stopped you as he brought you into a room that might have once been a conservatory. Some glass panes still held up, but others became covered by coral reefs and plant life wrapped around them. A kelp forest covered the high ceiling, while more plants stayed growing out of the cracks on the floor and blossoming from the walls. Being on a higher level of the palace, in the daytime it must get much more light than the rest. Yet now, you only saw blackness with flickers of moonlight from above. The fish lanterns made Hyunjin glow like candlelight, and you brought him into your embrace right away.

On a bench underneath colorful purple coral and white plumed anemones, Hyunjin pressed you down and settled between your thighs. Excitement burned in your loins once his tail brushed your core, matching the hands slipping underneath your bra. All the adrenaline from the bounty turned from anxiousness into hunger; the kind of hunger that started slow in the gut and gradually pushed further down. Sliding your bra above your breasts, you let out a soft moan as full lips latched to your nipple. You kept your hands on the back of his head and neck, letting them get entangled in his black strands. You whimpered softly watching him cup and kiss your breasts, slashing his tongue over each one while he grinded into you. You heard sex with merfolk was an interesting experience, and you’d dive straight into it.

The heat rose between you once his hand touched your core. Long fingers massaged the throbbing center in languid circles through layers of underwear and pants. You wished you’d worn even less clothing. It only served to get in your way. Hyunjin’s lips found yours again as he removed those layers, letting your pants float away while he pushed your panties aside.

“Hyunjin…” you breathed his name, eyes falling closed as his fingers danced around your aching clit.

“Just relax,” he moaned against your neck, “Let me take care of you.”

“Not your first mainlander, huh?” you joked, which was then cut off by a thumb running over your clit.

“Of course not.”

You both shared a laugh, and soon enough he slipped a digit inside you. His soft panting became a sound you embedded in your ear drums; his hard body and long limbs would be mapped out in your memory forever. Hyunjin’s touch stoked fires inside you that rarely saw ignition. You rocked yourself needily into his hand, gripping his shoulders and whining in his ear. A hardness pressed against your inner thigh, and you discovered exactly where it came from. Pushing up on it, Hyunjin grunted into your mouth when he brought you into another kiss.

His cock was like nothing you’d felt before. From how it stretched you nicely, filling you to the brim, he would’ve split a normal woman in two. One arm wrapped around his neck, and the other around his waist, you and Hyunjin met in the middle in every thrust. The obvious bumps underneath his length added extra pleasure and the thin tip tickled against your g-spot each time. When he rolled you around, much easier in the water, you let yourself be impaled by his long length. Hands on his chest, you bounced up and down on him while he bit his lower lip to suppress his whimpers. His tip pushing right into your core, his thumb circling your clit, your body started trembling on top of him. Your fingers, sharp and black, made triangular marks on the soft parts of Hyunjin’s chest, drawing snips of blood. The need fueled your movements.

Were you above the surface, your orgasm would’ve been heard. Yet, in this secluded greenhouse, only Hyunjin saw you quake and stiffen as you came. Hyunjin’s moans drew you into him, a song as sweet and tempting as he was. The pleasure coursing through your body replaced the adrenaline high, spilling euphoria into you like a drug. As Hyunjin reached his orgasm, his cock started vibrating deep inside you. You almost heard it humming, and it had you rutting against him like an animal. Putting one of his hands on your breast, Hyunjin squeezed it as you rode out your orgasm with him. A specific type of heat spurted over your walls, with its stickiness distinct from the water around you. Hyunjin’s body arched in his climax, moans calling up into the ceiling as he came. Rather than push faster, it paralyzed him so he only came to your clenching walls milking him.

Collapsing onto Hyunjin, you both took several slow breaths through your abdomens. Pure relief glowed around you, and you felt a sense of triumph at this newest venture.

“So?” Hyunjin sneered.

“Let’s just say, I’ll face another leviathan if it means I get to have you again.”

Snickering, the two of you kissed again and embraced underneath the forest of green kelp and coral.

*****

You met Chan and Minho back on Jack’s boat a little while later. Refreshed and energized by your romp with Hyunjin, you gave them a satisfied smile. However, their faces fell and jaws dropped when they saw you.

“What?” you asked, taking a towel from nearby and starting to dry yourself off. Thoughts of Hyunjin’s sweet lips stayed implanted in your mind.

“Where in the blessed light are your pants?” Minho asked in disbelief.

“Hm, somewhere off at sea, I imagine,” you snickered. Doing your best to dry off your hair, you looked to see them both still staring. “Maybe a fish has already made them his home.”

“You fucked my cousin, didn’t you?” Chan asked, hands on hips. In all fairness, his tank top stuck to him like a second skin; the water made it nearly see-through. Once again, you forced yourself to look at him directly.

“Psh, since you asked,” you snorted, “Yeah, I did. I think I deserved a little something extra after nearly getting eaten by a sea snake.”

Chan did not appear judgemental like most men who heard you speak that way. He kept his eyes focused on you in the same flustered way you did to him. Briefly, you wondered how warm Chan might feel compared to his cold-blooded cousin.

“Damn demons,” Minho chuckled, shaking his head and going to start the boat.

As it took off, you let the ocean breeze dry off most of your body. You felt Chan’s eyes still on you from afar. He didn’t like hearing about you and Hyunjin, and you attributed that to them being related. Perhaps Chan suspected you would, just not so soon. You hadn’t expected it either, but you aren’t regretful. But, something about his soft eyes turning stone and sad bothered you.

“It’s not like we’re in love,” you heard yourself say to him as the boat reached the docks of Levanter Bay. “It was a one time thing. It’s kind of like doing it after a run or a fight. It happened and it’s over.”

“Um…okay?” Chan said, confused by your outburst.

“I’m just saying it didn’t mean anything to me or him.”

“Which is fine.”

“Yeah…”

You nodded and then turned away from him. You were the first to step off the boat when Minho docked at Levanter. Due to it being well past midnight, you didn’t see a soul when you stood on the wooden dock. Minho and you started forward towards town while Chan took a right.

“See y’all tomorrow,” he said wearily.

“See you, Chan,” Minho nodded, going ahead of you.

“Night.”

You watched him head eastward from the docks, and guessed that the sheriff of Levanter didn’t live in his station house. When you and Minho reached town, he then said:

“Well done, demon. You’ve saved another city from ultimate ruin.”

“It’s starting to become my brand,” you chortled.

“That and leaving a string of admirers in your wake,” he gave you a sideways glance.

“Oh hush,” you pushed him gently, laughing.

“You should’ve heard Eric Nam talking about you when you left,” he chuckled. “He didn’t know whether to be horny or scared.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed.

“Minho! Thank the Light you’re okay!”

Han bursted out of the station, a relieved smile on his face as he jumped into Minho’s embrace. You watched the two friends relish in each other’s arms before turning around. You reached the inn, which remained dark and quiet so far into the night. Changbin and Wooyoung are likely fast asleep by now. On the banisters and railings you saw the blue and gold streamers of Founder’s Day decorations. All around the town, you saw similar tidings in flower garlands over doors and flags hanging out of windows. They’d already set up Felix’s outdoor stage, and the various areas for the different in-town competitions. You even saw Seungmin’s family had placed a special one-day sale sign at the door. Founder’s Day might only be three days away, but everyone prepared like it’d be tomorrow. You heard a horse’s hooves ride off as you entered the inn, prepared for a long sleep.

*****

“Can’t take my charm, can’t take my humor. Can’t take my wealth, ‘cause it’s just a rumor…”

Felix and his band carried through the market square as you stepped out into the warm morning air. Three days have passed since the events in Hydrus, but you still felt a twinge of soreness straining your arms. You definitely knew you couldn’t shake the smell of the sea or the taste of Hyunjin’s lips. A trip back to the underwater kingdom came to you, then you realized how that might look to others. It’s always saddest when a pretty face can’t be revisited. The faint scent of food made your stomach growl, and before you could move from the steps, someone came your way.

“You just gettin’ up, young lady?” Mrs. Young huffed, coming to you with a small pie plate. “Just like y’all young folk to be sleeping the day away, especially on the important ones.”

“It’s only noon.”

“And you missed the opening ceremonies and the hoop-race, so you best be happy with yourself,” she handed you the pie. “Here, eat this. It’ll fill that belly of yours.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

She huffed again, then continued walking towards a nearby vegetable stand. You didn’t hesitate to dig into the chicken pot pie, the gravy hot on your tongue and chicken savory and delicious. It certainly filled the emptiness in your stomach. Staring around, you watched the children playing with sticks and hoops, and others playing with a ball. Dr. Yang Jeongin stood in a hanbok of pale blue and gold making flower crowns out of thin air for people to wear. Seungmin stood outside his family’s mercantile, handing out popcorn and candy bags. Honey contently sat nearby, relishing in the pats and scratches children and adults gave her. Changbin and Wooyoung served drinks nearby, everything from their best ale to water.

“Afternoon, Honey,” you smiled through a mouth full of flaky crust. The bear gruffed, then put her head up against the small werewolf petting her side.

“Look who just woke up,” Changbin beamed. He caught sight of the pie plate, “Mrs. Young found you, huh?”

“And scolded me for daring to sleep past six in the morning,” you said. You took the ale he passed you with an appreciative nod, and used it to wash down the pie.

“I heard you and our sheriff saved an underwater kingdom from being taken over by a crazy sea witch a few days ago,” Wooyoung said from behind him, putting out fresh bread rolls to go with the drinks. “Is there anything you can’t do, YN?”

“Open heart surgery,” you snickered, polishing off the rest of the pie. “It was only a job.”

“A job that helped a whole bunch of people,” he said. “I know if I ever get into a bind, I’m calling you.”

You laughed, “If you have the gold for it.”

“Will you settle for cinnamon bread?” he pouted, holding a basket of the soft sweet bread in front of you. “I’m good for it, I swear.”

“Hm,” you took one of the breads, biting into the softness to taste the cinnamon and glaze on top. Nodding thoughtfully, you said, “I suppose a deal can be struck.”

You gave him a wink and walked away. You saw Minho and Han underneath a nearby tree.. While Han still wore his deputy uniform, Minho changed into a gold and green jacket tied at his chest with pants that bunched around his ankles. Hanbok, the traditional attire of faefolk. He grinned when you approached.

“Where’s your badge, Deputy?” you joked, nudging him.

“At home. I’m just Minho today. Also,” he glanced at Jeongin, “Certain fae around here have been noting my ‘human attire’ lately.”

You smirked, “I didn’t think Dr. Yang bothered you.”

“He doesn’t,” he straightened up. “Besides, this is way more comfortable for my wings.”

“Alright, sure, Deputy.”

“Are you joining the archery contest, YN?” asked Han, munching on nuts and berries from a small pouch. “Or the wrestling match?”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “Not really for me. I was thinking about the pie tasting though. Mostly because the pies look insanely delicious.”

“They are!” he nodded, “Mr. Yoon makes a mean pecan pie. It’s one of my favorites.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

The three of you discussed the pie entries while the town enjoyed their special day. It made you reflect about Hydrus, which was minutes away from ruin before you arrived. Jinyoung might have burned Levanter Bay to the ground if you and your friends had not stood in his way. The image of a burning Levanter bothered you. You admitted the little town started growing on you.

You sort of liked the place.

***

A/N: aaand that is it for episode 2 of The Drifter! I hope you guys enjoyed this newest one, and stick around for the other episodes still to come <3 Thanks so much for reading, and feel free to like and reblog <3

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