#I have been sufficiently scared by this to )hopefully) do better at sleep in future

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#Robin processes on m ain #welp #don't think I'm going to school today #for some reason I haven't been able to fall asleep #and it's 4:00 in the morning #this is not normal #and this on the heels of sleeping in till 11:30 on Sunday which I *never* do. never slept in that long in my life #I think my body has stopped putting up with my habit of staying up late to finish stuff #b/c the last two time I've done it #I've slept in forever #and then this time. no sleep at all. #please God let me sleep. amen. #I hope this is connected to the unusual caffeine I had today and is not normal but regardless #I have been sufficiently scared by this to )hopefully) do better at sleep in future #ok I shall stop rambling now and try again #comics code paper completion Not worth this. note to self

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Octoberfest 5: Hover

People were afraid of Geralt.

As Geralt’s half-official barker, Jaskier was deeply aware of this. His main obstacle in improving Geralt’s reputation was not hate, despite what Geralt thought. The witcher didn’t discuss it much, but when people shied away from him, when their heart rates skyrocketed, when they cast him sideways glances, Geralt assumed it was because they despised what he was. A mutant, a freak of nature, a monster. And he was right, in many ways, but Jaskier thought Geralt sometimes didn’t quite understand why human beings hated things. Almost always it was because of fear, and Geralt made people nervous. Jaskier was there to comfort them, and then to rally them. It was a process. 

Unfortunately, as they began traveling together Jaskier realized that he was afraid of the witcher too. It wasn’t something he was proud of, and he hoped Geralt never picked up on it. Jaskier was drawn to the man anyways, of course. He’d been able to smell the adventure on him from across the tavern in Posada, literally. Dirt from the road, old blood rust and an air of tragedy clung to the man like a thick cloak. It had been a moment of clear and crystalized genius, when his eyes settled on Geralt. Jaskier had known that he would follow the witcher across the Continent even before he’d heard the man speak. 

But all his enthusiasm didn’t mean that Geralt stopped being intimidating as shit. Jaskier, fresh faced and still not used to the rough and tumble way of the world, was a little scared of him. Geralt was careful, always projecting his movements and making himself obvious, but something in Jaskier’s hindbrain still raised its hackles and screamed at him to run anytime Geralt was near. It was pure instinct, an animal recognition of a predator nearby. 

But it just wouldn’t do. If he was going to convince the world that Geralt deserved to be praised for his deeds, great as they were, he couldn’t be afraid of his own muse. So Jaskier decided that he would just do the exact opposite of whatever his instincts told him to do, until they learned to behave. 

He forced himself to be close to the witcher, all the time. At night when they settled down to sleep, Jaskier desperately wanted to put his bedroll on the other side of the fire. Instead, he plopped right down next to Geralt, receiving a brief glare that made him sweat. When they ate at taverns, Jaskier sat in Geralt’s space, instead of allowing the table to act as a barrier between them. After hunts, he made himself help wash off the worst of the muck and blood and ichor, at least so that people wouldn’t truly bolt at the first sight of Geralt down the street. 

Over time, he found that his palms sweat less, his fingers were steadier, and his heart stayed calm in his chest even when he was pressed shoulder to shoulder with the witcher. Geralt was often snappy, peevish and foul tempered, but he never hurt Jaskier after the first punch to the gut. And that was really on Jaskier for bringing up Blaviken. Generally speaking, Geralt was perhaps even overly cautious. He never returned Jaskier’s friendly gestures, carefully keeping distance between them as if he expected Jaskier to startle at every brush of their fingers. And he had, in the beginning. But slowly he felt himself grow less jumpy, a part of him learning to recognize that Geralt wasn’t going to harm him. 

It was fine, the neutral ground Jaskier had been searching for. Things might have stayed that way, if not for the cockatrice hunt. 

Jaskier had insisted on going along, as they were exceptionally rare creatures. He might never get the chance to watch Geralt fight another, he reasoned, and had worn Geralt down though a slow process of argumentation supplemented by a few strategically placed ales. Geralt had reluctantly agreed, warning Jaskier that he had to stay well away from the fight. 

They had both underestimated the beast. Jaskier got too close, he could admit; Geralt wasn’t paying him any mind, focused on dodging the creature’s massive tail and razor honed beak. It was a fascinating fight. The cockatrice was like a strange mix between a rooster and a lizard, its beady eyes watching Geralt intently as it used the ends of its hooked wings to claw into the ground. The fight was fast, almost too fast for Jaskier to follow. Geralt was like water, here one moment and gone the next, baiting the creature into reckless attacks and popping up somewhere else to hack at its flank. Occasionally the cockatrice would attempt to take off, and a concussive burst of aard would echo across the small field that they fought in, knocking it back towards the ground. 

Everything would have been fine, truly, if Jaskier hadn’t seen Geralt get knocked over by the cocktrice’s tail. He shouted in alarm from his place on the hill, far enough away not to draw attention to himself, if he’d kept his silence. The cockatrice, circling Geralt, looked up sharply at the sound, interested in a potentially less threatening meal. Milky eyes focused on him, and Jaskier felt panic pulse through his chest, so strong he wondered how he ever could have called his nervousness around Geralt fear at all. As the cockatrice turned to advance on him, he knew this was what real fear was. 

In that moment, Jaskier didn’t think. He didn’t do the smart thing, which would probably have been to run back towards the village and try to take shelter amongst the smattering of houses there. He didn’t do the cowardly thing, ducking down to try and hide where he was. Instead, he did the incredibly stupid thing, and ran towards Geralt. The cockatrice, being directly in his path, was probably thrilled. 

Jaskier ran faster than he ever had in his life. The cockatrice was barrelling towards him, and Jaskier took off at an angle, rushing down the small incline towards Geralt, who was already up from where he’d been knocked prone. Jaskier could see the moment that the situation caught up with him, Geralt’s eyes going wide and panicked as he realized the danger. Jaskier didn’t think he’d ever seen Geralt move above a light jog before. The man usually let monsters come to him, rather than the other way around, but he was running now. He was amazingly fast, and Jaskier wondered who was faster. Geralt, or the monster. 

The cockatrice had flown up, gaining some distance. Probably to dive down and catch him with some momentum. It gave Jaskier a precious extra moment, but he could sense the bird-like creature getting ready to move. Geralt was only feet away now, sword held in reverse as he sprinted towards him, and Jaskier’s lungs were burning with exertion and fear. The cockatrice let out a shriek above them, and Jaskier heard a rush of air past its wings as it dove towards them. 

Jaskier ducked. 

Geralt slammed into him almost at the same instant that the cockatrice did, throwing Jaskier bodily to the ground as a shimmering golden field sprung up around them both. The cockatrice slammed into it full force, its huge body impacting with a horrible cracking sound and spinning off to the side. Geralt winced at the force of it, the quen shield shattering apart harmlessly. He was curled protectively around Jaskier’s fallen form, one hand - the one that had been holding his sword, now abandoned - clutching the back of Jaskier’s head. Protecting him from hitting the ground when he fell. 

For one brief moment the two of them were still, Jaskier fighting to get his bearings as Geralt hovered above him. Their faces were inches apart, Geralt’s panting breath ghosting over Jaskier’s cheek. His palm was warm against the back of his neck, and his strong thighs bracketed Jaskier’s hips in a grounding press of limbs. Though the danger had not yet passed, Jaskier felt a sense of pure, undiluted relief wash over him. Geralt was here, and nothing could hurt him. 

It lasted only a second before Geralt was back on his feet, stalking over to the fallen cockatrice. The creature’s wing had been greviously injured in the fall, and it was no hardship for Geralt to dispatch it once he retrieved his sword. Jaskier sat up slowly, wincing at his newfound bruises. Better than a cockatrice talon in the back of his skull, he thought, but he’d still be sore in the morning. 

Geralt stomped back over to him as soon as he’d finished the job. “I told you to stay back,” he growled. His face was stormy, but Jaskier had seen his expression just before the cocktrice dove. It had been just as panicked as Jaskier had felt, a naked fear and determination that Jaskier had never seen on Geralt’s face in battle before. He’d been worried. He was worried still. “I never should have let you come,” he grumbled, kneeling. Warm hands pressed over Jaskier’s shoulders, his chest, working their way through his hair to check for injuries. Where once it might have made Jaskier nervous, now he only felt warmth blossom under his breastbone. 

Placing a hand over Geralt’s where it rest just under his collarbone, he said, “I’m alright, Geralt. I’m not hurt.”

Geralt glared at him. “Not for lack of trying, bard. What possessed you to shout at it like that?”

Jaskier blushed. He was winded from the sprint, heart still pounding away in his chest at how close he’d come to serious harm, so hopefully Geralt would attribute the flush to exertion. “I, ah. Saw you fall. I was afraid you’d been hurt.”

A strong eye roll was directed his way. Whoever said witchers couldn’t feel apparently didn’t recognize annoyance as an emotion, because Geralt was clearly experiencing it. “I would have been fine, Jaskier. You could have died.” His hand was still on Jaskier’s chest, over his slowing heart. Jaskier was supremely comforted by the touch, in a way that perhaps should have been concerning. 

He gave Geralt a look he hoped was sufficiently chagrined. “It does seem I owe you my life, witcher. I hope to be able to repay you.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “Just don’t go shouting at any more cockatrices in the near future.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jaskier said, and then added, “but I know you’d be there to rescue me if I did.” He gave Geralt a grin, to take a bit of the edge off of the statement. It was too much, he knew, too much trust to put in the witcher’s hands. 

He was rewarded with an embarrassed huff of breath, and was allowed to watch as Geralt’s ears turned just faintly red. It was amusing, but Jaskier knew deep down that it wasn’t a joke. From then on, Geralt would always mean safety to him.

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Better Like This: Epilogue

Warnings: mention of sex (part of a previous chapter, nothing too visual), fluff, a/b/o dynamics, mention of breeding, therapy

Word Count: 1900

A/N: I honestly couldn’t bring myself to write this part, because I didn’t want to leave the story. But all must end, and so here we are. Thank you guys so so much for sticking with it for all 16 parts, you are truly the best. Thank you everyone who took the time to give me feedback, or any like at all, it means the world to me. So, hopefully you’ll enjoy this last part, and you’ll stay with me for the next adventures to come. Love you all!!

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“I love you so fucking much, doll. I can’t ever lose you, do you hear me? You are it for me, don’t you ever forget that.”

He rolled over so you could lay on top of him, while his knot deflated. “I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to. Even when I couldn’t remember my own name, Bucky, I knew you. My heart knew you. Whenever you were next to me, I felt safe. It scared the hell out of me in those moments, because my brain couldn’t recall you, but my heart did, and it fought for us to stay together. Even if I never regained my memory, I want you to know that I was willing to start anew with you, because you’re it for me too. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, no doubt in my mind about it.”

Silence fell upon the two of you. You kinda thought he would at least hummed, or something, but when you looked up to see what was going on, you had to chuckle lightly. Bucky fell asleep, your body on top of his.

He must have been so tired, so scared to not have his Omega with him, and when he finally found you, you couldn’t remember him. It took a toll on him, and you knew it would take a lot of time and probably therapy to make Bucky loosen his protective behaviour a little. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as long as the two of you were together. With this thought on your mind you let yourself be lulled to a sweet sleep by Bucky’s raising chest and puffs of breath.

6 months later

“Oh, for the love of God, Bucky, I’m going, and that’s my last word!” You said, while angrily stared into his eyes. Bucky standing in front of you, his chest puffing with his jaw set and lips pulled in a thin line.

“For the last time. No! You’re not going anywhere, ‘Mega! This will be too dangerous, and I’m not letting you go undercover when the perp can easily attack you. No fucking way.”

His breathing was fast and shallow, and you could see that under the tough exterior, there was a little scared soul, begging you not to go into action. But you had to. It was your job, and despite all that happened, you still loved every second of it.

“You guys will be there, remember? I’m not going there alone, Buck. You’ll be sitting on the bar, and when you see that the guy’s doing some fishy stuff, you can arrest him. Scott will be in the next booth, listening to all the conversation, and the rest of the team will be either at the exits or in the van outside the club. We got it all covered, baby, nothing’s gonna happen to me, I promise.”

You stroke his cheek, and he let himself relax a bit under your touch. He knew he was being unreasonable, that they all will be there to protect you, but still. He couldn’t afford to lose you, and he couldn’t bring himself to put you knowingly in danger.

“I know baby, I know. I just… I don’t know. It’s the first time since Amber that you’ll be put in risk, you know? I mean, sure, you were chasing some assholes since, but nothing was as serious as this one. I just wish someone else could take your place, you know? Not only am I gonna be super uncomfortable because you’ll be in danger, but also another Alpha will be probably touching you, and I’m not too sure if I can take that.”

You chuckled and pecked his lips quickly so that no-one passing you would be too disgusted by the mate love.

“You can show me who owns me when this is all over, baby, deal?”

His eyes darkened for a split second, imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. He then breathed out a simple deal and smiled at you. “I trust you, I want you to know that. I know you are strong enough to take anything. I just want you to know you don’t have to. That I’m here to protect you or at least help you beat the shit out of all the bastards out there.”

It was something you talked a lot about, especially in your shared therapy. After Amber and the toll it took on both of you, you decided to take both separate and shared therapy sessions, not only to help you realise the defence mechanisms in yourselves but also to figure out what was the best approach towards your relationship.

Bucky wanted to protect you, and it came to the point you two started fighting about you coming back to work. Bucky wanted to see you at home, tucked under a blanket, waiting for him till he comes back from his dangerous job. But you were having none of that. You wanted back in action. You were a cop, no matter what. You were not the first and not the last detective to be hurt, even though you were hurt more because of your personal life than your line of work.

It was an uneasy task to get Bucky to therapy. He thought everything was alright with him, and just because he found you every issue he ever had was suddenly resolved. But you knew very well that that wasn’t the case, and pretty much kicked him into signing for a solo therapy.

His over-protectiveness and sense of failure were the next issues you two worked on, and you were on a really good way. But you still had a long way ahead of you.

You knew it would be tricky to make Bucky agree to let you go undercover, but even your therapist thought it was a good idea. You would both realise that you were able to protect yourself, but at the same time, Bucky would be there if anything would go too far. You could count on him, and you needed to show him he could count on you to not get killed.

During the process, the whole team was a huge support group. They wanted you both at your best game but wanted you healthy and happy more. So they all let you take it one step at a time for both of you to do things at your own pace. Steve would assign you the seemingly easier cases, and Scott would never say a thing about it. If anything he was glad he could spend a little more time with Hope during that time. He was well aware that the time would come when you two would be on top of your game, and you’d be staying at the station most of the days.

Another thing that brought Bucky’s protective side, even more, was the fact that his Alpha side wanted to breed you bad. Like really bad. He couldn’t stop thinking about you all swollen with his baby. And the thought that someone would snatch this dream of his from him scared the life out of him.

You still weren’t too sure if you wanted a baby so soon. It really wasn’t even a year ever since you met Bucky, and he was all about family and marriage and all that. Not that you were opposed, not at all. But you wanted to wait for a little longer, enjoy your time as a detective, because you were aware that the second you’d get pregnant, Bucky would do all things possible to keep you at home. He would even probably make you lay down all the time, just to make sure you wouldn’t fall down the stairs, or something.

His breeding need got the better of him one day, and he felt like neither yours or his apartment were sufficient for a family, so he bought you a house. It was a grand gesture that he meant everything he said about taking care of you, and you appreciated greatly, knowing you could count on him no matter what. Even if you didn’t want a baby right away, you knew that if it really happened, Bucky would be there every step of the way, and he would make the best dad one day.

“Earth to Y/N!” Bucky waved his hand in front of your face. You shook your head, realising you were daydreaming about your future life with Bucky again. Maybe you were more ready to have a family with him than you thought.

“Sorry, I lost myself in my head there for a second.” You smiled reassuringly when Bucky looked at you a little confused and little afraid of what you might have been thinking about.

“C’mon, lovers! It’s almost time!” Scott yelled, peeking around a corner. You nodded his way and looked at back at Bucky.

“We got this babe. We’ll get this motherfucker and then we can go home. We might even be lucky to come soon enough to build the dresser we bought in Ikea last week! I mean, it doesn’t get better than building the björksnäs, or whatever it’s called!”

You beamed at him, and Bucky just shook his head. “Doll, I can think of a hundred other activities I’d rather do than build freaking furniture from Ikea. I mean, it took me only two fucking hours to built that coffee table, and it had 4 steps.”

You chuckled at the memory of Bucky swearing like a sailor, and after his 3rd unsuccessful try, you had to stop him from wrecking half the living room. He wanted to do it all alone, be the man in the house, but he had to admit that he wasn’t good with plans, and definitely not plans from Ikea.

“We’ll just have to train your patience, love. What are you going to do when our children will need help with homework, and they won’t understand the way you explain it to them, huh?”

“Are you seriously comparing our future kids to furniture? And wait a minute, since when do you imagine things such as me doing homework with our kids?”

You could see that it pleased him immensely that he was no longer the only one in the relationship thinking about your shared future. “well, you were the one implanting the image in my head. You gotta live with that now!”

“Oh, gladly, doll, gladly! Maybe we should start-“

He couldn’t finish the sentence as Scott’s voice boomed across the hall once again. “Don’t make me come there and get you two! Seriously, come on, we’ve got work to do!”

“We’re coming you big baby!” You yelled at him, laughing when his head appeared in the hall, his eyes burning holes into your head. “Oh, you’re on, Y/LN, you’re on!”

You and Bucky both shook your head at your partner’s childishness, intertwined your fingers and walked towards Steve’s office to get ready for action.

The future wouldn’t be without bumps, but you were positive that no matter what life brings your way, you can take on anything, as long as Bucky’s right there next to you. And you knew that Bucky would be there, every step of the way, no matter how many Ikea furniture you’d put in his way. You were just better like this, better together.

THE END

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Drown in me | Pt. 3

• Pairing: Pirate!Yoongi x Siren!Jungkook • Genre: Angst, Fluff | Pirate!AU / Siren!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 9,5k • Disclaimer: mentioning of blood, alcohol, abuse, nsfw content

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↳  “When I sing…people do weird things. Strange things happen.” Yoongi laughed awkwardly but stopped right away when he realized that Jungkook was serious about what he had said. This wasn’t a scared little boy trying to make use of some fairytale to scare the captain of the ship he’s been brought on into submission. He believed what he said.

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Since Yoongi had found the map on Jungkook’s back a lot of things had changed. He looked at it first thing every morning, right after waking up. Jungkook had made a little habit of his own as he tended to sleep in his bed now. Of course Yoongi would never say it out loud but he actually loved this, getting to bed and finding that Jungkook had already warmed it for him with his body or spending the sleepless hours he sometimes had and usually spent staring holes into the planks of his ship and questioning his existence with different distractions like tracing the star spots on Jungkook’s back or just watching him sleep. He just seemed to become more and more beautiful the longer he looked at him.

Namjoon had joked that apparently Jungkook had bewitched him after all because he looked at him the same way he had looked at treasures before. Needless to say, that Yoongi had just completely ignored him. No one bewitched the black captain. He just was a man with needs and having someone like Jungkook close to him all the time brought up certain thoughts of course.

That was all.

While the crew was getting the ship ready, some men were loading sufficient provision, some saying goodbye to their families as they were ready to take on a new adventure and Hoseok leaned over the map that had been transferred from Jungkook.

“And you are sure that this is the only way to get there?“ Hoseok hummed, eyeing the map and studying it carefully. As the main navigator he had to make sure they all got to their destination safely and the route that the captain chose this time wouldn't make it easier. “We're sailing close to Nightmare's territory and this isn't calm water. And this right here, there's a reef, we could run aground if we’re not working together. We have to be careful and slow. You sure you want to do this?“

“Ah, no, now that you told me this I think we should all just retire, give up the ship and live calm, riskless lives till we die.” Yoongi laughed at Hoseok’s face, “Come on, we are pirates. Since when are we afraid of reefs or riffs or other pirates?“ He had to admit that those kind of pirates were pretty scary, and the ‘Nightmare’ was a ship that lived up to its name but he definitely wouldn‘t say that out loud in front of his crew. To them he was their fearless captain!

“Just wanted to make sure. You have been acting awfully soft lately,” Hoseok nodded nonetheless with a proud smirk. “Let’s get some magical treasure then.”

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Jungkook leaned over the edge of the ship, enjoying the salty breeze. It was still weird sometimes to be able to roam around freely - well, as freely as he could. Yoongi was always close, his eyes on him as if he still didn't believe Jungkook would stay. But the siren wanted to see the mirror, too. He had an aim now. And staying with the pirates hadn’t turned out to be so bad.

“Oh, this one is pretty!” Jungkook had wanted to go back into the cabin, when he saw the shell collection that a pirate was sorting out, taking in new ones, carefully cleaning them and making sure they would glisten perfectly under the sun. He got onto his knees, reaching for one of the closed oysters that were still alive “Can I?“

Jungkook motioned for the young pirate to be quiet, to not make a big fuss about it and held his palm on top of the oyster careful not to hurt it. “I can't promise that there will be a pearl,“ Jungkook whispered, when the oyster began to tremble and open up, “This way you don't have to hurt them.“

The young siren smiled, seeing Yoongi out of the corner of his eyes, observing them carefully as if someone could jump and try to attack him again. He came up to them, watching how delicately Jungkook handled the oyster. They would die on land and for a horrible second he wondered if keeping Jungkook on his ship would kill him too. Not for the lack of water but because of the risks Hoseok had just reminded him of. His crew was used to this kind of life - but Jungkook was gentle and caring and if they got in a fight Jungkook would be the first to fall if he couldn’t defend himself. He couldn’t just start to sing or else all of them would feel the effects. “Hey fishboy. Are you trying to get yourself a pet here?” He smiled as if he wasn’t just thinking about how he wouldn’t be able to take it if Jungkook died. Just because of the treasure of course.

Jungkook shook his head, “I don't know what you call it, but I wanted to make a friend. Not a pet.“ He looked at Taehyung who was just as cluelessly looking back at his captain, thinking Yoongi had talked about Tae and not the oyster. His expression only changed when he saw that there was really a pearl inside of the oyster. Jungkook smiled at him, “If you take him back into the ocean, I'll promise every oyster will open for you in the future.“ He winked at the pirate and got up.

“So, you are friends with oysters?” Yoongi smirked. “What else are you friends with? Just so I know what not to serve you.” He wasn’t entirely joking because since Jungkook had taken him swimming and that oyster had given him a pearl he hadn’t asked for oysters in the kitchen again. Seeing Jungkook so happy about their interaction had ruined his appetite for them. Hopefully Jungkook wasn’t friends with every fish in the ocean or else they’d run out of food.

Jungkook sighed, thinking about answering Yoongi for a second before he just walked ahead and back under deck. He had enough of his teasing, and he couldn't count the times that he told Yoongi that he wasn't a fish and couldn’t communicate with them.

With the Siren gone Yoongi could talk freely to Tae who was tossing the oysters and other clams that were still alive back into the water. “Hey.” The pirate looked up at the careful tone of his captains voice. “You know that we’re going to sail some dangerous waters right? I’ll be a lot on deck and Namjoon and Hobi will be as well. I figured you’re not scared of Jungkook like most of the others? So, it would be really nice if you could have an eye on him in case anything... happens.” He didn’t have to elaborate, something ‘happening’ on a pirate ship usually meant the same things: shallow banks, navy ships or other pirates. He would feel better knowing that Taehyung was looking out for Jungkook because even though Taehyung seemed just as soft as Jungkook at first glance he could become a ruthless, merciless pirate in case someone threatened to hurt crewmembers - and hopefully he would think of Jungkook as a crewmember as well.

Taehyung simply nodded at the order, returning his attention to his collection. Maybe the siren could help him find more rare shells in return.

Down in the captain's cabin, Jungkook watched Jin set the table for two. But when Yoongi still wasn't showing up Jungkook just ate by himself, shuffling over to the bed right after. The salty air had made him tired. Even though it had become almost a routine to eat dinner together, Jungkook knew that Yoongi still had to lead his crew and his ship. He yawned tiredly, getting rid of his clothes, before he slipped under the blanket.

…

Yoongi returned to his cabin late with the sky already dark and the stars glistening. Every time he looked up at them it made him think of Jungkook now. He sighed deeply as he stretched out his muscles from a long day of ‘pirating’ as Jungkook had called it once. Speaking of which the younger had stolen his bed again, lying so outstretched that he would have to gently nudge him aside to find room. He got out of his clothes and then tried to make Jungkook roll over without waking him - which he failed because the siren sniffled a little and then opened his eyes. “Don’t mind me, I’m just trying to find some room in my bed, pretty.” Finally, he could get into bed with Jungkook and the warmed up covers felt perfect against his cold skin.

Jungkook only mumbled something that he couldn't understand as an answer, before he noticed how cold Yoongi's body was. He shivered, turning around to pull the captain closer and the blanket tighter around their bodies. “You're ice cold,“ Jungkook whispered sleepily, placing his warm hand onto Yoongi's cold and naked chest. The pirate captain chuckled at that, liking the feel of Jungkook’s hands against his body way too much. “Well why don’t you warm me up then?” He leaned in to brush a lost strand back behind Jungkook’s face and let his hand linger there a little before he let it trail a tingling path all the way over his shoulder to the small of Jungkook’s back. “Have you decided on a proper location yet?” The amusement was sparkling in his eyes.

“Whenever you aren't afraid of me anymore.” Jungkook answered boldly but the younger’s heart skipped a few beats nonetheless as heat was rushing up into his cheeks. “You're still afraid to be bewitched by my kiss? To drown?” He smirked, nuzzling his face back into the cushion and closed his eyes again. “I always thought pirates aren't afraid of anything.“

The surprise rendered him speechless but just for a second. He had thought that Jungkook would blush again and get flustered, maybe shyly admit that he wasn’t sure yet. That the siren practically gave him a pass right now came as a pleasant revelation.

He lowered his voice, whispering dark and promising into Jungkook’s ear, “Oh pretty, I’m not scared of you. I just tried to be polite and give you time to wrap your head around what it’s going to be like for you to be my companion in bed. Though if thinking I’m scared of you was the only thing holding you back then now that it’s out of the way…” He finished his sentence by shifting his weight and leaning over Jungkook. The younger looked up at him, so beautiful, so tempting and Yoongi just surrender to his desire. He closed the sirens mouth with his, hungry and demanding while his hand was finding a way to Jungkook’s chest, touching, feeling, teasing his naked skin. He was kissing the surprised gasp right from Jungkook’s lips. The kiss was effectively shutting down every worry or doubt in the siren’s mind. It had been a long time since someone had kissed him like that and Yoongi’s hands on his skin just felt too good to push away again. He had wanted this, he wanted Yoongi. He would have lied if he told otherwise. Wherever he went, Jungkook felt the longing stare on his back and when he turned around he saw Yoongi and his heart ached blissfully, a feeling he was chasing without even noticing. He had gotten used to sleeping next to him way too quickly and whenever Jungkook woke up without Yoongi by his side it felt like something was missing. He barely knew him and still, here he was, lying underneath the handsome pirate, kissing him back just as eagerly. Before he had wanted nothing but his freedom and when Yoongi gave the choice back to him, Jungkook fought the urge to just stay in the other’s arms. And although he was scared that Yoongi would not care anymore as soon as he got the treasure and that he only wanted him because of the part that was seductively siren in Jungkook, he couldn’t stop.

Jungkook moaned quietly, pulling Yoongi in closer by his waist. Yoongi felt relief wash over him as Jungkook kissed him back just as heatedly, obviously on the same page as him. He hadn't been entirely sure if it was just the siren’s nature to react to flirting and tease right back, but this reaction felt real. He quickly pushed down Jungkook's underpants that the younger wore for sleeping because everything between him and Jungkook's body felt like a personal affront. He couldn't wait to touch all of him, explore every part of his body, every inch of his skin…

The need started burning in his gut, his body reacting to the mental stimulation it got. Jungkook could feel the need rush through his body, making him impatient and feeling way too hot. Nonetheless he couldn’t help but blush, when Yoongi pulled down his underwear so eagerly. Jungkook just kept on kissing Yoongi, nibbling at his lips, his jawline and only let go off him when the pirate got rid of his own pants.

He had seen Yoongi naked before, it was nothing new, but still it felt like he saw him for the first time like this. He gulped, a rosy blush on his cheeks when Yoongi hovered back over him, kissing his neck. Jungkook instinctively spread his thighs a little further so he could feel Yoongi even closer on him, while his hands were exploring Yoongi’s body, tracing softly over a few scars from what he assumed must be from fights, before he pushed his lips back onto his. Yoongi comfortably lied back down in between Jungkook’s thighs. Feeling how willingly the younger spread them for him had him stifling a moan. He couldn’t wait to be inside him.

He inwardly groaned - not the nice kind of groan this time - when he remembered that he needed to use something on the siren to make it easier for them and that he didn’t keep stuff like that next to his bed. Though when he needed to get up from the bed anyways he could also lock the door to prevent a drunken visit from Namjoon again. If it was going well then his crew members would hear what was happening anyways as he doubted that Jungkook wouldn’t be vocal.

Jungkook propped himself up on his elbows, watching Yoongi with a fast beating heart. The sound of the door locking made him jerk a little, as he felt so on edge and sensitive already, while his eyes stayed glued on Yoongi’s back. He tried to see what the other was doing, for a second thinking that Yoongi might have changed his mind. The doubts came just as fast as they were gone again, when the pirate turned around. Jungkook relaxed visibly when he saw that it wasn’t a cloth or anything alike to stuff his mouth with.

At the wide eyed look Jungkook gave him Yoongi startled a little. Getting up from the bed without a word after making out probably hadn’t been his best idea. “Don’t worry I just got some coconut oil from the shelf. It should work. I’ve used that kind of stuff before.” He got back on the bed, sitting back on his heels and then ordering, “Turn around for me, please.”

Jungkook couldn’t decipher the feeling inside of him, anything of it really: The aching to let Yoongi have him, the fear in him, the anxiety that he would let go off him as soon as he got his treasure and that he was just someone to spend the nights with. And still he wanted him. Jungkook tried to wave it off that he was just having his ‘needs’ too. He just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Jungkook did as Yoongi ordered and turned around to look at him over his shoulder, biting his lip in excitement. Yoongi gave the younger a once over, from his long neck down over his shoulder blades that still stuck out a little too much even though Jungkook ate more regularly now since they had established their new rules of him being not-quite a prisoner. His small waist gave his body a slight curve that Yoongi found incredibly attractive. His eyes were glued on the siren as he opened the jar with the oil. He generously coated his erection with it, jerking himself a few times until it became too slippery to be enjoyable. However, it would be different with Jungkook‘s body so he added a bit more just to be sure and then wiped his hands clean on the sheets. He needed a good grip on Jungkook‘s hips.

Jungkook’s heart was only beating faster when he watched Yoongi jerking himself, soft, low groans leaving his lips and the need to lean in and kiss him again overwhelmed him completely. He felt a little left out, that was until Yoongi gripped him tight around his hips, pulling him closer and tearing a squeal from him. Jungkook instinctively spread his thighs a little more to give Yoongi better access. Yoongi positioned himself at Jungkook’s entrance and started to push in, only going slower when he felt how much Jungkook’s body resisted. He’s had a lot of sex so far, seeking distraction on every island they landed on, but he had always chosen the easy, no-strings-attached way; which meant male prostitutes, rent boys, the men he found on the side of the street or in certain bars. He’s never had to prepare them before. Jungkook was different though and Yoongi was a little out of his depth when he realized he might be going too fast for him.

“You... you’re not a virgin, are you? You’ve done this before…with humans?” He stuttered, trying to keep himself from pushing further in because the tightness felt heavenly - even though he knew it must be a little too much for Kook.

Jungkook nodded his head, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. “Y-yes, but you know…the kidnapping and…all,” He was panting, chuckling low, “The last one sold me to those sailors.” Reaching behind him, Jungkook held onto Yoongi’s waist keeping him steady, “Just go slow, okay? I can take some pain.” He looked over his shoulder for a moment, his gaze turning sultry, “I really want you, Yoongi.” Slowly, Jungkook moved his hips, gasping when the feel of being stretched out hit him hard – but he didn’t stop.

“You mean..?” Jungkook didn’t seem the type to look for one night stands so if Yoongi wasn’t wrong then the Siren had just told him that the last person he had trusted or been in love with had sold him into being a prisoner on a ship. Which only very few managed to survive. Ships had their own laws. Even for a human being sold like this promised a nightmare to come - and all the more if you were a creature of the sea supposed to show the crew a way to magical treasures you didn’t know much about. It must have broken Jungkook’s heart.

Yoongi leaned over him, suddenly feeling protective and started kissing his neck,  soothing over his shoulder to relax him. The only thing he was grateful for was that if Jungkook’s last time had been with that dishonorable prick it meant that the sailors at least hadn’t touched him. Going slow together with his caresses seemed to make it a little easier for the younger as he slowly opened up to him, inch by inch. Yoongi’s thighs trembled from the tension of holding himself back. It felt so good, better than he had ever felt before. “Fuck, you’re... incredible!” His suppressed moans sounded desperate already even though they hadn’t really started yet.

Jungkook couldn’t keep from smiling, feeling proud that he was the one making Yoongi so desperate, his fingertips digging deeper into his waist. The younger felt totally breathless when Yoongi completely bottomed out and he was sweating already. Jungkook moved his hips slowly, circling them to get used to the feeling of being filled, pushing back onto Yoongi with a little pressure, then a little more. Soft moans were spilling from Jungkook’s lips, “Please, Yoongi!”

Yoongi cursed filthily in best pirate manner when his hips met Jungkook’s ass. The younger felt better than he could have ever imagined or dreamed of; he was pure tightness and velvety heat, perfect muscles and peachy skin under his touch. “You good?” His breath didn’t last for more and he was actually quite proud that he waited for Jungkook’s affirmation before moving although everything in him ached to thrust forward and indulge himself in the younger’s sweet body. He wanted to take as much as he could before he would lose Jungkook to the water or another ship again. “Mh’ yeah, would be better if you started fucking me, or is this it?” Jungkook answered cheekily, although he knew better by now not to tease the pirate. He smirked, pushing his ass back onto him sensually.

”Did you just..?” Yoongi’s mouth hung open before his expression turned dangerous. “Whatever you want, baby. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t walk tomorrow. I’ll make you remember who had that sweet ass of yours.” He rubbed his palm over the firm flesh before roughly pulling the boy back against him. He could feel himself slide in deeper and from the way Jungkook shuddered helplessly he wasn’t the only one who felt like he was losing his mind from pleasure. With his hands on Jungkook’s ass and his weight on top of the younger he controlled him completely, setting a deep and dirty pace that had the bed shaking. Jungkook was trying to hold onto the headboard to keep himself steady, the thrusts making him jerk forward with each push. “Ah, it feels so good,” He moaned and laid his head back down onto the cushion, his ass up as he reached for Yoongi’s hand. He placed his own on top, just to feel him even closer. Jungkook couldn’t withstand Yoongi, not physically nor emotionally. The thrusts were hitting deep, making him shake and tremble so quickly like he never had before. Jungkook closed his eyes, dwelling in the pleasure, sweet, melodic moans the only thing that mixed with his heavy pants.

The moment Jungkook started to moan for real was when Yoongi felt it; it was like being hit with something hot, like a wave that pulled him under. He didn’t stand a chance from the onslaught of pleasure that filled him, so suddenly that he almost lost balance.

“Oh.. oh fuck!” He held onto the younger for dear life as his harsh, deep trusts only teased more sounds from Jungkook’s throat. The more he used his voice the more unbearable the desire became, ebbing and flowing through his body like the ocean, filling his senses, his mind until he couldn’t think about anything else but Jungkook and that he was inside of him. He wanted to become one with Jungkook so desperately, to come inside of him and make the siren fall apart because of him that it became a need more important than oxygen. He needed to feel Jungkook closer, to fill him out, make him his, etch himself into Jungkook’s heart and body as deeply as he could.

Jungkook could feel his thighs shaking with the way Yoongi was going for it. He sat up a little more, leaning back and letting the pirate wrap his arms around him to keep him seated on his cock while he turned to kiss him sloppily. Jungkook loved the feel of Yoongi’s sweaty chest against his back, his warmth and secure hold and the force with which he fucked him. He stole one more kiss, before the siren let himself fall onto his hands again, spreading his thighs a little more and starting to jerk himself off. Jungkook moaned Yoongi’s name loudly, his hole tightening deliciously around the pirate’s cock with each stroke.

Yoongi held onto the siren as if he was everything that kept him from losing his mind and right now it felt like exactly that. He whispered praises into Jungkook’s ear, telling him how beautiful he was, how kind, how much he loved to see his smile first thing in the morning when it was still a little sleepy and only meant for him. He told him breathlessly how much he loved to watch Jungkook by the sea and how he had wanted to drag him into his cabin and just take him whenever Jungkook had gone skinny dipping, presenting that well rounded ass to the pirate as if he was teasing him with a delicacy he wasn’t allowed to taste. The words just kept coming as if something had loosened his tongue and made his heart spill over, so that he was confessing all his feelings in a rush, a fresh haze of heat burning him from the inside out whenever Jungkook so much as gasped or moaned or melodically whimpered his name while he touched himself.

Jungkook’s jerks were getting more desperate, his pants and moans louder so that he was sure his magic was reaching further than the captain’s cabin by now – but he didn’t care. Nothing of it was harmful anyways. A smile played on his lips, when he trembled and Jungkook pushed his ass back a little more, “M’ so close, please.”

Yoongi was close as well - but he couldn’t speak or tell him otherwise, his voice had been lost in what he was feeling. He was too far gone to realize that it was the siren’s magic that had infected him, heightening his pleasure because that’s what Jungkook was feeling. He was at the mercy of his own desires, his own lust and the closer Jungkook got to finishing off the more intense it got and the more overwhelmed he felt.

His grip around Jungkook’s waist tightened as if he never wanted to let go of the boy, his thrusts becoming more sharp and reckless as he chased his own pleasure. He fucked Jungkook so hard that the boy gasped for breath each time the pirate snapped his hips forward, right into his sweet spot that made him see stars flashing in front of his eyes. It didn’t take long for Jungkook to fall apart right on his cock. His thighs were trembling, his whole body shaking from the pleasure as he cried out. Jungkook fell forward, a quivering mess, his muscles clenching tightly from the waves of his orgasm, feeling blissfully gone in pure ecstasy. Each stroke inside of him, made him shiver even more, intensifying the feeling and when Yoongi began to tremble, his thrusts faltering, Jungkook was still clenching around him in aftershocks, trying to catch his breath. Yoongi came hard and with a hoarse cry, harder than he could ever remember coming before. He kept Jungkook close to him, riding out his orgasm buried deeply inside the younger’s sensitive body until the siren started twitching and jerking every time Yoongi’s shallow thrusts send him further into overstimulation. Yoongi tried to find his voice or get his breath back but failed miserably, still lost in the waves of pleasure when Jungkook's body stopped shaking and his own muscles stopped trembling as well.

When Yoongi finally pulled out, Jungkook just let go and let himself fall into the bed. The wet, hot cum inside of him had him feeling so utterly dirty but Jungkook couldn’t get himself to get up right now. He sighed softly, feeling Yoongi’s body slump down next to him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the…the moans,” Jungkook whispered and turned to look at him, “But you looked so beautiful when you were gone, and it doesn’t harm you. I didn’t want you to be scared.” A faint smile appeared on his lips and Jungkook shifted a little closer to Yoongi, holding onto him tightly. “Oh,” It made a lot more sense now, how incredible Jungkook had felt and how he had lost himself so quickly. He couldn’t find it in him to care though. He felt amazing. Sated and boneless, limbs heavy and mind blissed out. “Were you trying to bewitch me, or does it come naturally to you?” He lowered his voice to whisper into Kook’s ear, “Do you get everyone hot and bothered every time you jerk off too? Maybe that’s why I wanted you so much. How often did you make yourself come next to me at night, moaning your siren song into my ear?” He didn’t mind the sweat or cum on Jungkook, so he pulled him back in, nipping at the juncture of his neck. When it didn’t have enough of an effect he rubbed over Jungkook’s nipples, knowing that the other must be hyper aware of his oversensitivity right now.

The siren shivered, “No, it comes naturally.“ Gasping lightly, Jungkook felt too weak to hold Yoongi back, letting him nibble and kiss him everywhere he could reach. “What?“ He placed a hand on Yoongi's chest, “I would never, not when you're sleeping next to me. Did you?“ Jungkook's eyes grew wider at the sudden imagery in his head.

Yoongi smirked, kissing Jungkook's cheek half smug, half apologetically. "Yeah, I did. After we went into the sea together and I saw you naked and wet, and so so fucking beautiful and then you let me touch you - and practically told me that I could fuck you some time...you didn't think that would leave me cold, did you?" At Jungkook's shy reaction he added, "Don't worry, I didn't touch you, I just waited till you were asleep and then imagined how it would feel to sink into your tight heat and take you right on that beach. Nothing I imagined came even close to what it actually feels like to fuck you though. I hope you enjoyed it because I definitely want to do this again. And next time I know I need to go slow first. You're not hurting, are you?”

The younger’s cheeks were blushing, and he mindlessly drew pattern into Yoongi’s chest in his embarrassment, “N-no. I’m okay. I’ll just go and wash up really quick.” Jungkook leaned in and placed a kiss on the pirates cheek, one that let his own heart jump, because he’d never been the one to initiate things like that. Jungkook carefully got up and around the bed, giving Yoongi the perfect view of the bruises forming around his waist where he had gripped him tightly. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled, before he vanished into the small bathroom to wash himself. The bowl filled with water was ice cold, but Jungkook didn’t mind right now. He could hear Yoongi shift around in the room and when he came back, he noticed the changed sheets. “Thank you.” Jungkook whispered and laid back down next to him, not even bothering to put clothes back on. He put his arm around Yoongi’s waist, pulling himself in. Tiredly, he nuzzled his face closer, blending out every doubt and thought about how Yoongi was just using him and would drop him soon after he got what he wanted: the treasure. Jungkook was just a beautiful siren that passed his way and the more he thought about it, the more he realized his own fears had changed. Jungkook shuddered.

"Are you cold?" Yoongi had misinterpreted Jungkook's shudder and held him a little tighter to his chest, rubbing over his arms to warm him up. "I can get you another blanket if you want?" Suggesting that Jungkook put his clothes back on wasn't an option as he liked it too much to have the younger naked in his arms. Seeing the bruises on Kook made him feel satisfied as it would mean Kook would remember him - it was something he thought about sometimes. As a pirate he went in and out of people's life whenever they visited an Island and except for his crew no one really knew him. He couldn't change that - and also shouldn't for safety reasons. But at least he could imprint his presence in someone’s body, hoping he would live in their thoughts a little longer.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook closed his eyes and leaned his head on Yoongi’s chest, seeking the warmth of his body heat, which made it so easy to fall asleep, feeling safe in the pirates embrace.

He only woke, when the sun was shining through the bullseye again and there was no way he could sleep any longer.

Jungkook groaned, turning when he felt Yoongi leave the bed. Pursing his lips into a pout, the younger blinked his eyes open. With a sigh, he pushed the blanket away from his body and got up as well. He walked past the pirate and towards the drawer where Yoongi stored his clothes to try and find something that fit him. Unfortunately for the pirate, he could see now that the bruises were all gone and where his handprints had been the night before, there was only soft, milky skin now.

Yoongi, stopped short. He had to make a double take before he could believe it: All of the marks he had so proudly and possessively left on Jungkook‘s skin were gone. Of course, when the siren‘s ability to heal himself was able to handle cuts then a few superficial bruises were gone in no time. He hadn‘t thought about this yesterday so today came as a surprise. Yoongi huffed, feeling personally offended by Jungkook‘s healing abilities even though he knew that it was childish, that Jungkook couldn‘t control that - and that it would just give him a reason to bruise Jungkook up anew. In bed. Maybe even tonight.

“You okay?” Jungkook turned to look at the pirate when he huffed, walking over to him to brush his hand through his hair. He let his hand wander down to Yoongi’s cheek, lingering there for a little while as his gaze locked with his. Jungkook leaned in, wanting to kiss Yoongi again, but a knock on the cabin’s door made him jerk away and leave his embrace. He quickly put a shirt on, before Namjoon peeked through the door once more interrupting them. Yoongi wished he hadn’t unlocked the door already.

“You slept pretty long. How about you skip breakfast and come on deck? Hoseok needs you to help and guide through the shallow sea.” Jungkook sighed softly, folding his hands together. If Yoongi would skip breakfast, then he would need to, too. No matter where Yoongi went, and although he didn’t call him a prisoner anymore, the captain never let him out of sight.

“Great.” Yoongi’s voice was saturated with sarcasm. “You really know how to ruin my mood, Namjoon,” He took Jungkook’s chin and turned the boy’s head around to kiss him deeply and possessively, completely ignoring Namjoon’s presence. Then he leaned in, whispering a few words into Jungkook’s ear, “Why don’t you have breakfast without me and then we met back at lunch. You shouldn’t skip a meal because you’ll need your strength. Apparently your body is adamant on making it seem like I never touched you which means I’ll have to make you remember me every night.” He smirked, half promising half annoyed from how they needed to part and then quickly followed Namjoon back on deck.

Jungkook stood frozen on the spot and when Yoongi was gone and the door closed, he was completely and utterly confused. Turning around, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself now, when usually he’d follow the captain around. And only after a couple of minutes of calming his fast beating heart, did Jungkook get out of the cabin, carefully tip toeing into the kitchen to search for breakfast. Whenever a crew member passed him, Jungkook almost pressed himself to the wall, averting his gaze, not wanting to get any attention on why he was walking around alone – but luckily, no one seemed to mind.

…

“Yoongi god fucking damn it,” Hoseok yelled, “Tell your dumb ass crew to look out larboard as well. If we run aground because they thought they only need to observe one side then I’ll fucking jump off this ship and let you all sail with ten knots against a cliff.”

The captain’s answer was an angry growl. Not only was Hoseok  talking to him in a way that he shouldn’t but he was also right with what he was saying which made it even worse.

“You are part of that dumbass crew!” He reminded him roughly, “And if you don't stop running your mouth like that then you’ll go overboard either way.” He normally just overlooked Hoseok’s way of talking to him as the other did an amazing job, but he was agitated already so angering him further wouldn’t be a healthy choice for anyone today.

Jungkook was munching on an apple that Jin had given him, saying that he looked as if he was lacking vitamins, and got back on deck. He regretted it the minute he stepped out into the sun. There were crew members running around, he could hear the navigator and Yoongi screaming orders, yelling over of each other.

“If you fucking get just one scratch into my beautiful ship…”

Jungkook turned to look over his shoulder at the angry growl and up to the steering wheel, chuckling quietly. He walked ahead, his eyes only on Yoongi, when someone bumped into him roughly making him stumble. The crew member just disregarded him quickly, running off to the other side of the ship. Jungkook huffed in annoyance. “Here, Jin made you some tea and this bread is for you.” He held the metal can and the food out for the captain with a smile. “He says you shouldn’t drink whisky this early and you’ll only get it at lunch.” Jungkook quickly stepped aside again when another pirate was almost running him over.

“I can’t eat right now!” Yoongi disregarded his nice gesture with an annoyed glance. It was cute that Jungkook had thought of him but right now he didn’t have any capacities left for pleasantries, he was busy trying to stay afloat and keep them on the water instead of under it. “You eat it - you need it anyway.” He ran over to another pirate, yelling at him for taking the wrong rope and messing up the knots.

For the second time today, Jungkook stood completely confused, looking down at the bread and tea. He bit his lip. The younger could clearly see that Yoongi had his hands full, but still the way Yoongi had talked to him left a bitter taste in his mouth. Jungkook smiled faintly at Hoseok, who looked at him pitiful and he quickly began to place the food and can down where Yoongi could still take it if he wanted to. It was too chaotic on deck for him, a perfect mirror for the turmoil of feelings inside of himself. Jungkook barely had managed to get up when a wave hit the ship. The tea sloshed out of the can first and then the rest of what was left hit the planks together with the high sound of porcelain shattering. Yoongi cursed before he even saw where it had come from or what had happened. “Which of you fuckwads was stupid enough to leave dishes on deck? If anyone gets cut and bleeds out I’ll make the idiot who’s responsible for that share that fate! Clean it…” He broke off, when it hit a little too late that Jungkook’s had dishes with him when he had come on deck to bring him tea and bread. He turned and there he was, standing close to the white, sharp shards that were scattered all across the planks and tumbled even further every time the ship moved a little too roughly.

Jungkook’s eyes were wide and he looked back at Yoongi for a second, eyes fearful and then he quickly got onto his knees and began collecting the shards. He pulled his shirt out of his pants to form a little hollow to put the shards in, mumbling a few apologies. He didn’t really notice when he cut himself on a shard, trying to catch it before it flew further away from him as they sailed through the tides. The younger tried not to show how embarrassed he felt, but the laughing and pointing of the crew members around him made him feel awful. “It was your little siren, captain.” One of them said, holding their stomach as if they couldn’t contain their laughter. “Not as graceful as we thought.”

Jungkook quickly grabbed the can, mumbling something about how he would get something to clean it up further, as he balanced the shards and everything else, trying not to stumble. He was so concentrated on not letting any of the pieces fall from his grip that he didn’t notice when one of the Pirates tripped him up. Yoongi didn’t see that from his point of view, however he saw Jungkook lose his balance and fall forward, effectively throwing everything he had collected all over the place. More laughing from the pirates and curses from Yoongi washed over the siren who looked as if he had fallen into a few of the sharp, broken pieces himself.

Jungkook cried out in sudden pain, carefully bringing his palms back up to see the damage. He was shaking with the anger, blood dripping down his hands. Jungkook hated this day already and the crew was adamant on making it worse. In his vibrating anger, the siren didn’t notice how the waves were starting to tremble too, as if the ocean was mimicking his emotions. He snapped around, his eyes narrowed as his gaze bored through the laughing crew members when a wave hit overboard and drowned the pirates with it. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock when all three of them tumbled over, now soaking wet, coughing for air. Jungkook gasped, when the tension fell off him, just like the wave ebbed back into the ocean. He had never done such a thing before and for a second he was completely stunned.

Yoongi had tried to get to Jungkook to check up on him but he wasn’t in time to stop him from working his water magic or spell or whatever it was that he was doing. It definitely helped with the laughing because there was dead silence the second they all realized that the sudden wave came from Jungkook, then there was murmuring, like an angry swarm of hornets. Out of the corner of his eyes Yoongi could see one of the pirates draw his blade and instead of carefully helping Jungkook up like he had wanted he gripped him painfully on his arm to pull him up right away. “Get up!” He hissed, dragging the younger along with him under deck.

“I didn’t mean to! I swear!” Jungkook was trying to explain right away, his heart beating into overdrive out of sheer panic that Yoongi would imprison him again, “I’ve never done such a thing before. I was angry…they hurt me, they made me fall into the shards on purpose.” Jungkook whined quietly, stumbling after Yoongi whose grip only turned more painful. “I swear, please…please don’t hurt me,” Jungkook shivered, feeling light-headed and when Yoongi stopped, he tried to turn his head, closing his eyes, waiting for the blow to hit. Yoongi held him tightly on both his arms now, turning him around so that the younger’s back hit the wall behind him, “Do you have any idea what you just did?” His voice was icy and his eyes just as cold as he stared him down.

“I’m trying to protect you! And the first time I let you be on your own, thinking that you might handle this you fucking ruin it! You’re risking not just your life but mine as well! What do you think they’ll do when they come for you and I’m trying to protect you, hm? That their captain is a reasonable human being and so they should listen to him even though he’s keeping an “evil sea creature” from them? Or that said creature bewitched him and so both of them have to die? Do you really want to drag me down with you so badly Jungkook? Is that it? Do you want to die?”

“I’m not evil! You know I’m not,” Tears stung in Jungkook’s eyes as he shook his head, “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know I could do that…and I didn’t hurt them…they hurt me! You’re hurting me, Yoongi!” Jungkook tried to pull his arms away, his palms still bleeding. “I don’t want to die.” He shook his head, tears running down his cheeks as he sobbed, “Please…Yoongi, please don’t.”

Watching Jungkook cry in front of him made his anger vanish so that only the worry and fear were left, and his own words left a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn’t let go of him, but he loosened his grip a little. He was no longer yelling at him, but he still couldn’t look at him without the emotions washing over him, so he simply didn’t. Instead he just took him back to the cabin and sat him down. “Show me your hands.” There was still blood all over and Yoongi wasn’t sure if he might make it worse trying to clean it because that would definitely hurt. “You’ll heal, right?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at that, pulling his hands back in fear, scared that Yoongi would punish him now. It wasn’t the first time someone would, because he hadn’t been able to control his abilities. People always feared the unknown and as soon as they found out that he healed quickly it had turned into a wicked game. Jungkook felt defeated, his heart aching painfully. “Just get it over with, please.” He looked up at the cabin with tear-filled eyes, his hands shaking, whole body shivering in fear.

The pirate nodded; his expression grim as he misread Jungkook’s reaction as a request to care for the wound despite the possible pain. “It’s going to hurt,” He warned him before getting a clean piece of cloth and the bottle of alcohol that he had used to disinfect the cut on his leg as well. Carefully he took Jungkook’s hand in his before wetting the cloth with booze and then dabbing the blood and dirt away from the younger’s wounds. A gasp fell from his lips when Yoongi didn’t hit him, but instead went for his hands. His gaze was unsure as he watched the pirate care for him. “Y-you’re not beating me up?” Jungkook asked carefully, regretting that he had asked right away. Maybe the captain would still do it.

Yoongi furrowed his brows. “I will next time you risk your life like that!” He dropped his gaze again, voice becoming softer. His crew members knew when to take his threats seriously and when to dismiss them. Jungkook however, didn’t. And considering what he had just expected him to do he would probably believe him now as well so he should better make it right before Jungkook would go back to being frightened and scared of him. “No. I won’t. The reason I’m that harsh to you is that I don’t want you to get hurt. I need you. For… for the treasure I mean. I can’t let anything happen to you. You just got me really, really scared up there. Because each time you remind them that you’re not human I feel like I need to prepare against a mutiny and…honestly I’m not sure if I’d stand a chance to protect any of us.” He gently caressed the back of the siren’s hand, the only part of it that wasn’t injured. “So please, do me a favor and lay low with your powers, okay? I’m sorry I yelled at you up there. It’s... complicated. We’re in dangerous waters and there’s a million ways thing could go wrong so I have to think about a million and one things, if you know what I mean.”

“O-okay,” Jungkook blinked a few tears away, wiping over his cheek. “I really didn’t mean to. Believe me, I didn’t know I could do this. I don’t know what happened…I was just so angry.” He took a deep shuddery breath, “I…I…won’t do anything anymore. I promise. I’ll be human!” Jungkook smiled at Yoongi faintly and obviously exhausted from the breakdown, “Just human. I am sorry I made such a fuss.”

Jungkook would have promised Yoongi anything right now, visibly relieved that he hadn’t hurt him. When Yoongi still locked the door behind him, Jungkook didn’t even jerk. He knew that in a way it was just to protect him, from keeping anyone from barging in. Tiredly the young siren let himself fall back into the mattress. He stayed like this for the rest of the day, too exhausted, not even touching the food Yoongi brought him throughout the day.

Jungkook had never been good at deciphering his feelings. As a siren, his empathic nature had always caused him trouble and finding out what he truly wanted was a struggle. When he laid on the bed alone, staring off into the distance, memories kept haunting him. It took a while until the exhaustion pulled him under and into a light sleep, only jerking awake again when Yoongi came back. The thoughts had been keeping him conscious that night, listening to the soft snores right next to him, while his eyes were wide open. He felt alone, awfully alone, holding onto himself a little tighter. Jungkook was shivering, feeling cold and exhausted and still he couldn’t sleep. Not like this. He needed to clear his head, maybe get back to bed then or wait to see the sun set outside. The crew had anchored the ship after they made it through the dangerous tides, everyone visibly exhausted and needing the night to fuel their energy levels back up. Jungkook made it out of bed quietly, closing the cabin door behind him without a creak. He grabbed one of the lanterns and a small blanket on his way up. When he was up on deck though, the young siren came to a halt, standing in complete awe. Jungkook couldn’t see a thing - because there was fog everywhere. He could barely make out his own hand. The vapor devoured it all and it seemed as though the ship was the only thing left in the world. He couldn’t even make out the ocean. All was quiet apart from the soft sound of the waves, the silence magnifying the noise of the sea lapping against the sides. But there was something different about the fog. Something that made his stomach churn. It was like the ocean was telling him to be careful.

Jungkook held on tightly to his lamp, walking ahead, narrowing his eyes to see through the fog. Something had caught his eye. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes again, thinking that they were playing tricks on him. Putting his lantern down, Jungkook leaned over the rail of the ship so he could see better.

There was another ship.

A bit further away from theirs. He could see it now. A chill ran through his body and a weird feeling inside his stomach made him want to run but the curiosity kept him still. A sudden loud crashing noise next to him had Jungkook jerking around, his heart beating fast. His lantern had fallen, the glass splintering into a million pieces, the candle extinct – he hadn’t touched it. Jungkook’s eyes were searching in the dark, trying to keep his breathing under control. Something felt awfully wrong.

“Y-Yoongi?” Jungkook stumbled ahead and through the fog, the urge to be back under deck and slip under the blanket was overwhelming now while he was internally pleading for the morning sun to rise quickly. When he neared the door, Jungkook stopped abruptly. His eyes flickered back and forth. There was a women blocking his way. Her dirty smirk only enhancing her haunting aura.

“Well, well.. aren’t you quite the catch..” She sounded excited but completely relaxed as if her being on the ship was completely normal. Before Jungkook could react she gripped him at the shoulder and turned him around until his back was pressed against her chest and she could wrap her arms around him completely, one hand closing over his mouth to keep him from making a sound, the other one reaching for her weapon to threaten the siren with. “Be smart, little boy. No sound or else you’ll have a few more holes than you need.” She whispered, still sounding more amused than threatening as she casually spoke about killing him.

Jungkook was panting against the hand over his mouth, his eyes searching through the fog as more and more women stepped out until he was circled by six of them. “He isn’t one of them,” One of them said, brushing through her short dark hair.

“But then why is he here, Dami? Black never takes strangers on his ship - especially not ones that can roam around freely like this?” A woman with long blonde hair answered and came closer, eyeing Jungkook dangerously, before she pulled off a piece of cloth from her belt and they quickly exchanged it for the hand, so Jungkook kept quiet, stuffing it into his mouth, “Black hasn’t visited us in a long time… how nice of him to bring us a gift….well, then we’re allowed to do whatever with you, right?” She leaned in so close that Jungkook shivered.  

“Absolutely!” The one who held him chuckled, brushing back Jungkook’s hair as if she was caring for him or assessing his worth. “I could think of a thing or two to do with him. Look at him, he’s so pretty! Either Black developed taste all of a sudden or there’s more behind those big brown eyes than we see. He’d look amazing in the captain's cabin on her silk sheets, don’t you think?”

“Oh yes, he would,” The leader walked up to Jungkook and his eyes widened in panic, trying to get away from her but the women were strong, keeping him in place firmly. Her bright red hair flowing in the wind. “Bring him onto my ship and then…rob this awful place. Take everything you can get and try not to wake the sleepy boys. But make sure he knows we’ve been there,” Jiu laughed. She walked a few steps, pushing her heel onto a seemingly lifeless body, that Jungkook only registered now, and lifting the poor pirates chin, who apparently has had the night shift and had to take a hit on the head, blood oozing down over his brows. Jungkook tried to scream, panicking, writhing to get out of their grip.

He wouldn’t survive another kidnapping.

They carried him easily, tying his hands up with one of the ship’s ropes until he was practically a package, one carrying his feet and another one his upper body. They hoisted him over the railing and then let him fall and for a second Jungkook was falling downwards, thinking that he was about to be dropped in the ocean to drown - before his body hit the ship’s tender boat with a dull thump. There was another woman waiting there, flinching when he landed hard on the place next to her and keeping him from falling off the side out of reflex. “Oh, hello you. I see our pilferage was worth it already. You’ll come with us?” She looked at the way he was gagged, chuckling to herself, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to answer anytime soon. “I guess so. Welcome on board then little one.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but cry out of frustration and fear. He couldn’t believe this what happening. Not now, not like this. He was begging and pleading inwardly, praying to whatever god there was to get him out of his misery. Jungkook had wanted to apologize to Yoongi again, promise him to be good and not use any of his powers anymore. He just wanted to stay with him. Everything in him just screamed to be back on the ship. Jungkook’s eyes widened in sudden realization, his heart skipping a few beats as the ship went further out of his reach.

He wanted to stay with Yoongi, be by his side, be liked by the crew members. He wanted to be seen as someone who could be at the captain’s side and not just the clumsy, frightened siren. Gulping against the lump in his throat, Jungkook began to struggle against his restraints.

He liked Yoongi.

And no matter how mean the pirate could be and although it didn’t make much sense to his own heart, the young siren wanted to be with him. Tears filled his eyes and the sounds of the women robbing the ship carelessly and the crashing of the ocean waves against the boat was the only thing he could hear.

A/N: I posted this a day earlier than usual as I am going on a small vacation the next three days. So instead of a break you’ll get the new chapter now! Thank you so much for the lovely support we have gotten for this story so far!!! It really means a lot to Cat and I! And yes, surprise ;) It’s Dreamcatcher coming to kidnap Jungkook <3 (I mean who wouldnt want to get kidnapped by those beautiful women). If you don’t know who Dreamcatcher is...what have you been doing?

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[baldwin-montclair]

I was thinking on a Baldwin imagine where his mate is a human with the same ability as his mother and she helps her - @ateliefloresdaprimavera

———

The ring at the door of Baldwin’s London home surprised him and Cassandra, both of whom exchanged confused looks across the sitting room, Baldwin working on his laptop as Cassandra reads.

“Cassie, are you expecting anyone?”

“Nobody knows I’m here,” she reminded him, “oh, am I actually getting to meet another De Clermont?” She grinned, jumping up in excitement.

“We have manners,” he explained, stopping to kiss her gently, “we call first. Stay here!” He warned before heading to the door.

She took her seat on the sofa, waiting, until she heard the door close and Baldwin return.

“Door salesman?” She asked him, returning to her book without looking up.

“Hardly.” The sharp, irritated female voice made her jump it was so unexpected and she glanced at Baldwin as she stood.

“Cassandra this is Ysabeau-“

“Your mother?” She tried not to look horrified at the horrendous first impression she was making.

“Yes.” Ysabeau gave a ghost of a grin in Baldwin’s direction at the title, he never called her that to her face. It was interesting to her that this is how he would describe her to his mate.

“It’s such an honour to finally meet you, Ma’am, Madam, uh-“

“Ysabeau is sufficient.”

“Cassandra, Ysabeau came to help you, with the Sight.” Baldwin explained, looking shocked.

“Do you have it too?” Cassandra asked hopefully.

“I did, regrettably not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“I lost it, when I was reborn.” Ysabeau answered with the slightest breath of sadness before regaining her steely composure.

“It’s a long journey, would you like me to show you to the guest room?” Cassandra offered hopefully.

“I could not impose.”

“Cassandra, it’s not really appropriate to-“ Baldwin only used her full name when he was upset with her.

“Baldwin, your mother is not sleeping in a hotel!“

“I don’t often sleep my dear.“ She reminded.

“Of course, I’m so sorry, I knew that.” Cassandra giggled, nervously.

“I think it would be a better idea if you remained with us for the visit, if that is agreeable to you?” Baldwin suggested in an effort to appease his mate.

“Yes, of course.” Ysabeau agreed.

“Great,” Cassandra smiled widely, “can I get you anything?”

“I have a red decanted, a vintage that you enjoy.” Baldwin suggested.

“Splendid.” Ysabeau answered.

“Shall we begin?” Ysabeau suggested after dinner.

“It’s too late to-“ Baldwin started.

“Yes, I want to start. I need to get this under control.” Cassandra agreed.

“She seems very eager to learn Baldwin.”

“Very well.” He sighed.

“You have to leave the room.” Ysabeau told him and received a glare in response.

He had become extremely possessive after the mating process, something he had warned her about prior.

“I’ll be alright.” Cassandra reassured him.

“When I first had the vision I was terrified,” Ysabeau confessed, “I know what it feels like, that is why I came, I just want to help her.”

Baldwin glanced between them and, reluctantly got up, leaving the women in the sitting room.

“Thank you for coming.” Cassandra told her.

“Has no-one been able to help?”

“My parents sent me to a psychiatrist and I spent months on anti-psychotic meds, I left when I was seventeen when they tried to have me committed!”

Ysabeau smiled sadly.

“My family were terrified of me. They believed I had an ability but in those days it was seen as a curse, I had slighted a god or goddess and that was my punishment.”

“Did you,” Cassandra gave her a conspiratorial grin, “slight a god or goddess?”

Ysabeau leaned in closer to her and Cassandra worried that her playfulness had overstepped.

“Did you?” Ysabeau asked with a mischievously wolffish smile.

“Point taken.” Cassandra laughed.

“Let’s be serious,” Ysabeau stated, “how does your ability manifest and when?”

“I can’t control it, it’s like I black out and when I come to I don’t remember the messages right away. They come back in drifts over the next few days.”

“Have you tried to initiate a vision?”

“Once.”

“Did it work?”

“Yes. I was trying to prove to my parents that I wasn’t crazy, they were humouring me while waiting for the white coats to show up. I didn’t just see my future, I was there, chained to a gurney and trying to struggle away from the nurses with like a bird logo on their uniform. I came back, saw a van with the same logo show up outside the house, I ran.”

“The vision helped you but it also scared you so much that you would rather not be conscious to receive those that come through.“

“I am scared, what if I see something I can’t stop? What if something happens to Baldwin and I can’t save him.”

“He’s lived through a lot my dear. However, the manner by which you now receive these visions is putting both of you in danger, it is better for you to remain conscious and lucid.”

“I can’t do it again.”

“You are a De Clermont, you are my son’s mate which makes you my daughter and we fight. You are not alone in this anymore.”

“Okay,” Cassandra agreed, “I’ll try.”

#baldwin montclair #baldwin imagine #baldwin de clermont #adow imagines #adow baldwin

[justmiz]

Stardew Valley RP Starters: Bachelor’s Edition.

ALEX.

“What do you think of my haircut?”

“Looks like a good day to play catch, huh?”

“If you weren't a girl, I'd ask you to play catch.”

“I'm fine just watching you from a distance.”

Some people just aren't made for sports.”

“I want to play catch with you!“

“Damn--- I could go for a burger..”

“I'm just enjoying the scenery... hehe.”

“...You want to get more serious? I feel the same way.”

“I didn't know you felt the same.”

“I'm going to love being a farmer.”

“This is the greatest thing that could have happened! I can't wait.”

“You're looking pretty good today.”

“You're very beautiful... have I told you that?”

“I finally have the family life that I missed out on as a kid... thank you.”

“Make sure you stay warm this winter.”

“Don't worry about me...”

“Hey, did you have a good day? I'm sure tomorrow will be even better.”

“I think I might start reading books.“

“This place is my home now... I'm happy here.“

“Maybe it's the golden light, but you look beautiful today.”

“What am I thankful for? I'll show you when we get back home...”

ELLIOT.

“I have to brush my hair daily, or else it'll clump up into messy knots. It's hard work.”

“I have to remember to water my plants today.“

“Breathe deeply. Do you notice it? That's the smell of the sea.”

“You always smell so good after a hard day of work. It's your natural musk!”

“You smell sweet, my dear. Like a honeycomb drifting on a pool of spice tea.”

“Nothing can compare with your captivating beauty.”

Nothing can compare to my wonderful man.”

“Poetry is the only way I can begin to describe my feelings for you.”

“I can't find the way to properly describe your beauty.”

“I made a whole secret book of poems expressing my love for you.”

“Your allure is irresistible today.”

“I can't keep my eyes off you.”

“My wildest dreams have come true...“

“In this respect, you are the master and I only a humble apprentice.”

“Ah, what a lovely day to read a book...“

“It's strange, but I often have cravings for pomegranate in the spring.”

“I'm feeling a sudden surge of creativity!”

“I'm very lucky to have you.”

“Oh... sorry about the coffee breath.”

“If I stay perfectly still, perhaps a butterfly will bless my nose with a landing.”

“You wouldn't ever do that to me, would you?”

“I can feel it! I get this special feeling in my nose...”

“I made us a pot of coffee.“

“Sometimes a man has primitive urges.”

“You're ice cold! Let me keep you warm.“

“You've already given me the greatest gift of all.”

“If you find a spider in the house, don't squash it! Just let me know and I'll take the poor thing outside.”

HARVEY.

“Are you done with your work for the day? I'm ready to have some fun.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m very self-sufficient.”

“This is so much nicer than being cooped up in the clinic all day.”

“I love watching you on the farm... hehe.”

“I could sure go for some wine.”

“Sorry in advance if I’m grouchy.”

“I’m working on a new model plane.“

“You mean the world to me.”

“Let me give you a massage tonight.“

“I just don't feel like getting up today.”

“Hrm... your pulse is high.”

“Just try and relax. I’m here to help.”

“You were watching me?”

“Hello? Is anyone out there?”

“Yikes! My pulse is soaring...”

“As a kid, my dream was always to be a pilot.”

“It’s okay... don’t be sad.”

“Not everyone can achieve their dreams... that’s just the way the world is.”

“I’ll try not to get scared.”

“I wanted to impress you with this...”

“Life can be painful, sometimes...”

“There’s always hope for a better future. You’ve got to believe in that.”

SAM.

"I knew there was something special between us."

"The clouds look great this time of year, don't they?"

“I just remembered that I was supposed to do something... but I forgot."

"Hey... something smells good --- like pizza."

“ Um... I just wanted to say --- you look nice today."

"Hey, you know what? That sounds perfect.“

"What the heck is your problem? Sorry I asked."

"Hey, I made you some instant pancakes.“

"What? I never learned to cook…”

“I usually decide what to do a few moments beforehand.”

"I always keep an eye on the wide sky… you never know when a UFO might go by!"

"Something in the air makes me feel positive…”

"Might be a good day to sit back and jam on the guitar."

“These cloudy days are kind of a drag…"

"Do you ever think of that night we snuck into my room? I do, often…"

"Be careful out there!“

"I mainly feel like playing the guitar when I’m lonely."

“Are you having fun at the festival?"

"Aren't you cold? Are you sure don't you want my jacket?"

SEBASTIAN.

“What are you doing in here? I could've been naked!”

“When you showed up in town, I never thought I'd be marrying you some day.”

“Thanks for making me feel welcome.”

“Hey. Look at me. Never forget that I love you... you're everything to me.”

“I may be a reclusive guy, but I'm always happy when you're around.”

“Sometimes I feel so angry...“

“You look cold... here, come closer.”

“It feels good to take out your aggression now and then, doesn't it?”

“I have to admit... that was kind of cute.”

“I'm trying my best to quit smoking now.”

“Hey...want some coffee?“

“I woke up early from a nightmare and I just couldn't fall back asleep.”

“Standing at this spot really makes me want a smoke...“

“This is so different from my old life, but I'm really starting to like it.“

“I feel like I really belong here.”

“I just have trouble sleeping sometimes --- it has nothing to do with you.”

“I need to stay independent. That's just how I am.”

“I'm doing my best to stay in a good mood...”

SHANE.

"Is this some kind of joke?”

“Ah, this green stuff is spicy! *munch crunch* ...ow.”

“Why is there no more pumpkin ale?”

“I've never seen anything that couldn't be explained by science.”

“Part of me is wondering if this isn't all some elaborate prank.”

“I can't believe you'd actually want to marry someone like me.”

“My head's spinning, and I haven't even had a beer yet.”

“Mmm --- it tastes like someone's been nibbling on pizza rolls.”

“Huh? You're wondering why I have this goofy grin on my face?”

“You really have a short memory span, don't you?”

“If I ever seem cranky, just ignore it.”

“I get in weird moods sometimes, but it's not about you... okay?”

“I wish I was six inches taller and a whole lot smarter...”

“You like me for who I am?"

“I didn't sleep well last night so I'm hoping this fresh air will help get the juices flowing.“

“Should I do something useful today, or just nap forever?”

“There's a wide, wide world out there... but I'd rather stay in my room.”

“Ooohh... my tongue is swollen from eating too many hot peppers.”

"Sometimes, life feels like a slow, gray blur...”

“Sometimes, I realize that I'm nothing more than a bag of juicy, squishy flesh.”

“What’s life, anyway?”

“They seem to be having a pretty good time without me.”

“Beer or cider? Sometimes life can be challenging.”

“I'm just gonna have a couple more beers before closing my eyes for the night.”

“The tapping of the rain takes me to a different time... a different place.”

“I'm just doing my civic duty.”

“I'm attached to these woods... lots of memories...”

“Are you still happy with me?”

“Look, I just want to be alone.”

“I wonder if I could've done better.”

“Ooo... my throbbing head. How many did I have last night?”

“Fast drinker, huh?  Man/Woman after my own heart.”

“Hopefully I won’t be around long enough to need a 'plan'.”

“M-My life... is a pathetic joke...”

“I’m too small and stupid to take control of my life...”

“A guy like me is always teetering on the edge of despair.”

“I won’t be living here forever.”

“Sorry! I got carried away there! Maybe I had one too many...”

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[aardvark-123]

Gensokyo Festival Day 9: Eiki Shiki’s Personalised Guide to Self-Improvement

Too busy for an endless string of spell-card duels, our beloved yama has decided to put some of her wisdom into writing. I suggest you read it closely; even if you aren’t the person each section is targeting, you could learn something useful.

...No, she’s not standing over me with “Disrespecting a divine being” written on her Rod of Remorse. Why do you ask?

Reimu:

Stop pestering people for donations. A polite request is acceptable, but prolonged begging is obnoxious and discomforting.

Remember to ask questions before shooting. You are the natural rival of youkai, it is true, but that is no excuse to bully them without reason. With humans and other beings, take extra care that you do not attack them unless you truly must, since they can be more fragile than youkai.

On the other hand, try to avoid forming close friendships with youkai. Remember that you are a shrine maiden, not an aspiring jinyou.

Good work with that fortune teller, by the way.

Most importantly, please at least try to commune with the gods on a daily basis, and keep looking after the one who resides in your shrine. I will not hide the truth from you: If a high-ranking god is sufficiently fond of you, they might order me to allow you into Heaven or place you in their service as a Celestial. That is an unreliable and manipulative strategy, however, so I do not recommend it.

Marisa:

Stop lying. You lie so much that it has become a habit, your automatic first line of defence in almost any situation. Deception will ultimately do nothing but drive your friends away and destroy your reputation.

Stop stealing as well. Patchouli's books are her own, and nobody is going to take your claims of 'long-term borrowing' seriously. Give her back her books.

You must try to think about how your actions affect other people. The world does not resolve around you, and all the people you have burgled, assaulted, lied to, humiliated and sexually exploited deserved better. They are living people, not just your playthings.

Look, just... Just try harder, will you?

Sakuya:

Try to be a better friend to your fellow humans. Although far from ideal, the witch and the two shrine-maidens are decent people who have at least a vague fondness for you. Politeness costs nothing and can always brighten somebody's day.

Put some thought into your future. Although your power over time is impressive, it will not save you from the ultimate fate of all things. You can save yourself from a long sentence in Hell, but only if you are willing to apply yourself.

Try to become a positive influence on your employer. Remilia's sins are almost beyond measure, and even the many millenia she could live will barely be enough time for her to redeem herself.

Youmu:

Avoid spending too much time in the Land of the Dead.

At least try to take your role in life seriously. Your nature as a half-phantom is a gift, but it can very easily become a curse if you do not strive to balance the life and death inside you. Use the powers of your swords sparingly, your own power even sparinglier more carefully, and heed the wisdom of your mistress.

(I will ask her to make her advice easier to understand.)

Perhaps most importantly, have some faith in yourself. You are not perfect, but nobody is. You are a strong warrior and a talented gardener capable of great things. Do not lose yourself in a mire of self-doubt.

Reisen:

Apart from one large sin, you have lived a largely wholesome life, so keep it up. Be dutiful in your work. Be kind to your friends and colleagues, stand by them in times of hardship and war, and make the time to relax and have fun with them.

While carrots may be incredibly delicious to a rabbit, you must not allow yourself to become dependent. Carrot addiction has destroyed lives before, and no matter how certain you are that you can handle it, you probably cannot. Try to limit yourself to two carrots a day.

I probably do not need to remind you, but in the interest of thoroughness I shall. Do not desert a second time.

Cirno:

You would do well to learn some humility. Powerful you are, but there are many beings greater than you, and even a weaker fairy or youkai could defeat you with skill, determination and a small helping of good fortune. Do not let your strength become an obsession. In the end, what matter are the deeds you do, the friendships you make and the marks you leave on the world.

It is not a sin for a fairy to become a youkai, but I urge you to have caution. As a youkai, you will have a duty to scare humans, but you will also be able to die at their hands (and the hands of others). You must be willing to accept your own vulnerability and your need to cooperate with others, or else your career as a youkai will be brief.

If you remain a fairy, stop picking fights with everybody.

The Prismriver Sisters:

This is absolutely crucial: BELIEVE IN YOURSELVES. Each of you must find yourself a purpose for existing and then live out that purpose with all of your heart. Make that purpose a part of the very core of your being and become She who "Insert Purpose Here". Um, so to speak.

(Mainly for Merlin) In general, please try to act with kindness and dignity each day of your life. Being a good person costs nothing.

Mystia:

Concentrate on your surroundings and be mindful of other people. With the power you possess, it is vital that you avoid singing unless you know nobody will be harmed.

Your friend Kyouko is a practicing Budhhist, so please do not expose her to meat, alcohol, foul language and glorified violence. If you lead an innocent soul to Hell, you will almost certainly find yourself suffering alongside her.

Try to offer a range of vegetarian food in addition to lamprey. While you are unlikely to be punished for selling only fish-based meals, it would be courteous to allow your customers a choice.

Tewi:

Your attitude urgently needs to improve. Whether you admit it or not, you are a devious little madam who delights in causing chaos and misery. Your actions once led Reisen to contemplate suicide. If you cannot accept the consequences of your behaviour in this world, the consequences will most definitely be done to you in the next, and nobody will skimp on the lemon juice when they prepare your cactus bed after your week-long shift in the salt mines. So, seriously, put an end to the "harmless" pranks and start helping your fellows.

Also, flattering those who have authority over you will only make things worse.

Aya:

As a journalist, you have two of the greatest and most terrible powers of all: The power to create history and to manipulate the truth. It is best if you use the former only to tell the truth and never use the latter at all. Lying is not harmless fun, it is a terrible sin.

Try to exercise restraint while you investigate things. I have watched you win spell-card duels without once looking up from your notepad, and you are bound to cause a catastrophic accident sooner or later.

Frighten more humans as well.

Medicine:

You must let go of hatred and learn to embrace those around you. (Although, hopefully, not literally.) Your heart has been closed for too long. There are many good people in the world, many kind-hearted children who truly adore their dolls even if they do not recognise their personhood. Do not begrudge humans for what is in their nature. I, too, am trying to change that, and I know that anger will accomplish little.

Consider getting to know some of the stronger youkai and those immune to your poison. Do not approach them with fear or aggression and do not mask your true personality; instead, let them see the true Medicine Melancholy within. You will find that most strangers are merely friends who have not yet made you.

Yuuka:

Your pride and anger are both far too great. To the humans, you are almost a goddess of destruction; to the youkai, you are the foul-tempered older sister whom nobody really likes. The only true friend you have is the firefly youkai who pollinates your sunflowers. No matter how powerful you are, attacking everyone in your path is an act of pure evil which cannot easily be forgiven.

Remember that, no matter how much fun you may be having right now, violence and cruelty are never worth it. If you bring suffering to innocent people, you will suffer far worse treatment in time.

Also, contrary to your belief, I am not your rival. The only rival I have is sin itself.

Please, PLEASE do not try to become an embodiment of purest sin just so you can call yourself my rival.

Komachi:

Stop sleeping when there are departed souls in need of transportation. As inconvenient as it may be for you, people can die at any moment, and as a ferrywoman you must be ready to take to the water at any moment. The fate of the world rests on our actions, and there will be terrible consequences for every being if you do not pull your weight.

Laziness is a sin, and I will not let my inexplicable fondness for you stand in the way of an accurate judgement. Even you will die eventually, Komachi, and I have borne witness to many sins on your part. Just something to bear in mind when you go drinking tonight.

Speaking of which, there are many herbal teas for sale in the Human Village which will help you sleep soundly. Have you tried sleeping at night rather than through the afternoon, Komachi? Research has shown that diurnal shinigami are among the happiest and most productive.

Lies and flattery are not the way of an honourable shinigami; they are the way of a sinner. If you are to speak to me with respect (which I would strongly encourage), do it all the time, not only when you wish to curry favour. Lies and excuses will only make you look bad and erode my already-minimal trust in you.

A healthy, balanced diet is also important. Your great strength and stamina will not last if you continue to gorge yourself on beer and tempura, to say nothing of the marshmallows which you so endlessly devour.

I only have a large, warm chocolate pudding with a delicious molten centre every OTHER day, so please do not embarrass yourself by trying to shame me.

I have also seen you picking your nose. Do not try to deny it, you will only insult my intelligence and make yourself more likely to receive a harsh sentence when you die. It is disgusting and unhygenic. STOP IT.

Your love of erotic manga is more forgiveable, but I will confiscate any such volumes I find about your person while you are on duty. At least try to be professional.

One last thing, Komachi: When you are next in the Human Village, could you pick up some more parchment and a small barrel of rice? We seem to be running short. Tell them to charge it to the Ministry as usual.

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So this is a lil prompt thing for @rhinnie so I hope you like it. I don't normally post stuff mostly by tags but yeah Prompt was for a 'ways to say 'I love you"' :- "Here, drink this. You'll feel better" Danvin (romantic or platonic) ---------- (I made it a bit of both and FAHC if that's okay) Dan frowned. They'd said they'd be back soon and that was over two hours ago, so to say the rest of them were antsy was an understatement. Geoff had asked Gavin, Ryan and Jeremy to go and "talk" to a couple of their 'associates' who thought that multiple delayed payments were acceptable, just because "we still paid didn't we?" So a silver tongued Golden Boy and two of his attack dogs were sufficient enough to get the message across. Michael had protested at first, almost whining that it's wasn't fair only two of them got to go with Gavin. Dan knew it was partly because Michael was fully aware he'd have to spend time in the same room as him and the two of them had a minor conflict going on at the moment. In the end, Geoff had told him to sit down and deal with it, "You can go on the next one, dickhead." So almost two and a half hours later, it was disconcerting they hadn't returned yet. They heard the sound of the door unlocking and in walked Jeremy first, duffel bag slung over his shoulder and knuckles stained pinkish-red, and scarlet streaked across his cheek. The youngest member of the crew worried his teeth over his bottom lip, a nervous look in his eyes and when Ryan walked in it was easy to see why. Gavin was cradled in his arms, head resting on his shoulder and lanky arms slung around his back and waist, slurring what-if's at a pensive Ryan who tried his hardest to answer them as sincerely as he could. Gavin didn't seem to be dying but once The Vagabond had gently laid him out on the sofa it was clear by his blown out pupils and dazed expression he'd taken a pretty hard knock to the head. Green eyes kept drifting and slipping closed and Jack's big sister instincts kicked in. She sat down on the edge of the sofa cushion to check Gavin over. Gentle hands stroked over his neck and shoulders, a quick check of the dark stain at his waist proving to have not come from Gavin himself. She checked his head over, finding a nasty looking gash on his forehead, cutting through his eyebrow and dripping blood down his eyelid and cheek. Geoff had been stood passively, arms folded and face blank as he watched Ryan set Gavin down. As soon as Jack took over, he was dragging a fuming Michael (who'd been angrily pacing the entire time since the trio had returned) with him. "Ryan, Jeremy. Come with me please." Dan trailed after them, casting one last look over his shoulder at Gavin who Jack was now hugging, whether reassurance for his B or for herself he didn't know. He walked into the planning room, closing the door quietly behind him before turning to face the rest of the crew around the table. Michael's fists were clenched tightly, knuckles white and tucked under his arms. Jeremy was still biting at his bottom lip, by this point he'd drawn blood but didn't seem to care. Ryan was quieter than normal, mask finally removed and Dan could see his face paint smeared out of the perfect lines he knew Gavin had helped draw that morning. Dan leant against the wall, arms folded loosely and face empty. "So," Geoff started, looking between Jeremy and Ryan after shooting a warning at Michael, "Who wants to tell me what happened?" Jeremy and Ryan shared a look before the shorter of the two sighed. "It started off as standard, you know? Gavin knocked politely, we stood behind him looking like the muscle we were there to be. They let us in and Gav starts his usual routine, waxing poetry and twisting them round his little finger. He had them backed into a corner, Ryan had already had to punch one guy who got cocky and he was passed out on the floor. They were scared." "As they fucking should be." Michael muttered distractedly. "That's great, and by the duffel I'm assuming you got more out of them." Geoff looked to Ryan now. Ryan took over, "Yeah, all Gavin's handiwork. They'll now also be paying in advance for shipments." Geoff nodded, satisfied and proud of his boys. "That doesn't explain why you had to carry Gavin back though." Ryan's face darkened. "That... We were leaving, Jeremy already out the door with the bag and I hung back just to make sure we were all out. The leader, still simpering, called out to Gavin and he turned around and took the butt of an assault rifle to the face. Clocked him right over the temple. I caught him as he went down but he was out of it." Dan scowled, thinking of the cheap shot and how pathetic it was. He glanced back to Ryan when he sighed. "I shot the leader, wish I'd killed him, left a warning written in blood and no one else dared to even move as we left." "So how come it took so long for you to get back here?" Dan asked, fingers now playing with the hem of his shirt and legs itching to carry him back to Gavin. "Oh, someone heard the gunshot and called the cops, took us a while to lose them, then we stayed silent until we were sure it'd blown over. We were on the other side of the city though so it took an hour to get back." Jeremy pitched in, finally putting the bag on the table. Geoff was still frowning, deep lines etched into his forehead even as he stepped forward to unzip the duffel. The amount of cash inside lessened the ache a little, but not much when he knew Gavin was in pain and bleeding. He wiped a hand over his face, pressing fingers into his eyes and tweaking his moustache before sighing with a nod. "Alright. Okay. Well, not much we can do now, hopefully the bastard bled out after you left. We'll sort this. Michael, Lil J, I need you to go get some stuff for me, list is in the kitchen." He tossed a set of keys at Michael, hoping a job would distract him from Gavin. Michael caught them easily, stalking from the room with Jeremy close behind him. Hearing the front door slam not even a minute later, Geoff exhaled in relief. He nodded at Dan, gesturing politely for him to leave and the Brit took his cue; he closed the door gently to the sound of Geoff and Ryan murmuring to one another. Heading back into the living room, Gavin had curled into a ball, tucked up against Jack's side as she ran gentle fingers through his hair, careful around the gauze she'd taped over what he knew would be butterfly stitches. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps, smiling gently and shifting. Gavin whined in response, leaning into her more heavily before he glanced up and saw Dan. He stretched out his arms, making slightly clumsy grabby-hands at him, and Dan had to smile despite the worry. He held up a finger, trying not to laugh at the mildly dopey pout on Gavin's face, and ventured to the kitchen quickly. When he returned, Jack was just standing up, still petting a hand over Gavin's head to calm his distress at being left alone. Dan moved over to the sofa, sitting next to Gavin and grinning when his B leaned against him immediately. He gently batted away uncoordinated arms, wrapping long slender fingers around the plastic cup (everything forbid he give a concussed Gavin anything breakable) and guiding it to Gavin's mouth. "Here, drink this. You'll feel better." He hid his smile in Gavin's hair as the Golden Boy let out an appreciative hum at the warm tea. "B. Y'used a Brit t'bag." The sentence was slurred but Dan huffed a laugh at the statement. "Of course I did B, you know I can't stand the pathetic American excuse. 'Sides, you need it." "Mmm. Thanks B." Gavin settled more heavily against Dan, taking another sip of tea and closing his eyes. Dan knew if he let Gavin sleep he'd have to wake him in an hour to check on the concussion. He adjusted his position against the sofa cushion, catching Gavin as he dropped against him, "Go to sleep, Gav. I'll wake you up in a bit." "M'kay." Gavin rested his head against his shoulder, moving his head a little and tickling wild golden hair against Dan's cheek and chin. "Love you, B." Dan swallowed, fighting down the fondness creeping up through his chest and spreading warmth. "I love you too." (When Geoff, Jack and Ryan emerged from the planning room an hour later, Michael and Jeremy still weren't back yet, but the sight of both Gavin and Dan passed out on the sofa was both adorable and perfect for future blackmail.)

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How to Photograph Sunrises

I get sunrise photography up every morning routinely. I say automatically, simply because I do not use an alarm clock. One thing inner wakes me up, all the time earlier than sunrise, or one thing external that passes by just on the right time. I roll out of bed, wipe the sleep from my eyes and rumple my hair. I am then ready to go downstairs, get a drink of juice, and get the dog recent sunrise beach photoshoot water.

I discover that doing the identical things every morning maintain me on a good keel in addition to serving some features, ergo the recent water. I examine the climate channel each morning to see the temperature, the wind and the doable cloud cowl additionally, this last point being germane to good image taking potentialities. The temperature dictates sunrise canvas set how many layers I'm going to placed on, particularly in the winter, and the wind helps with that call additionally. I then "layer up" after which lace up the shoes. My canine patiently watches this morning procession, sometimes even enjoying with one in every of her stuffed toys while she waits. I feel that she anticipates what comes subsequent.

Stalking the best image of sunrise We leave the house, sniffing our way along the road the three or so blocks it takes to reach the street operating along the beachfront. At this juncture, the canine completely dictates which way we travel, preferring selection in her walks. We https://www.sunjunky.net/ flip left or right and proceed until she thinks it prudent to cross the road, trying each methods beforehand, and proceed to the beach, profiting from several entry points available. I've to be patient, being sufficiently old to have discovered that one cannot rush a woman.

Relying on the place we're exactly when we entry the seaside, usually there is a gangplank stretching over the scrub brush and then sand at the end. I normally wait until we've reached the seaside correct before releasing the hound. She's always excited to be on the seaside and understand this type of freedom, to romp and sniff what she chooses.

At times, she takes off running as if she'll never cease, but normally does, turning round to see and test my gradual prodding progress. Once I strategy, she'll repeat sunrise canvas painting the method, running full-velocity for awhile, then as soon as again stopping and waiting. The cooler the climate, the more she runs, and often the slower I walk.

We often arrive at the seaside just earlier than sunrise. I watch the climate channel for this info additionally, along with the tides, to try to arrive at the least a few minutes early. This enables me to examine the lighting and potential images that I might take that day, some involving scenery, some not. Most of my photographs are the ocean and the sky, trying always to honor the principles of pictures and shot framing which dictate about a third of the picture exhibiting the sea and two thirds sky.

Occasionally both the ocean or the sky will win out and these proportions might be violated, but only within the identify of creative license. I have a digital digicam with settings on it for sunrise and sunset footage, so I often use these and let the camera dictate the speed and publicity beautiful sunrise stock photos I've found, for the most half, that I'm happy with these photographs, however would possibly experiment in the future. My digital camera is a Fuji Finepix S3200 and I shopped round for features earlier than purchasing.

The precise means of taking good dawn pictures I usually try to take several photographs, ascribing to the idea that higher more than much less. I always hold alert for changing situations, hoping that I am going to seize one thing unique, like the lady strolling her two dogs or the one girl gazing in awe. I've all the time stated that one ought to stay alert as America wants extra lerts. Snapping several footage additionally permits me the chance to put collectively a photographic sequence if significantly good that day. I think I shall concentrate on these for the website in the future.

Whereas I snap footage, my dog could be very patient, one time simply sitting down by my side while I snapped photograph after photograph in a nice sequence. After the solar has risen, my work is finished and I feel that she is aware of that this is Check Out Your URL her time. We often walk more than two miles, getting some good cardio whereas, hopefully, some wonderful footage. Pru, my dog, knows that after we go away the seashore and head home, it's to get her some breakfast and some scorching coffee for me.

I have been walking the beaches of Hilton Head Island since 1989, largely within the morning hours. My neighbor inspired me to start taking pictures of the sunrise and to place them collectively on a web site so that others might get pleasure from them. I wished to explain, as greatest I can, the expertise to my viewers, perhaps setting the stage for them to either visit the island, or to start getting up a little bit earlier to enjoy nature.

Waking up each morning is an exercise the bulk of people who exist in the world really hate. Some individuals, like myself, hate it with a passion! Scaring and jolting myself from a stupendous dream world each morning into a chilly actuality is what regular alarms clocks are great at. However with a bizarre trying and wacky alarm gadget referred to as a sunrise alarm clock, waking up does not should be a horrible experience each morning however something you actually look forward to. In case you do not believe me, carry on reading...

A dawn alarm clock looks like a regular alarm clock however with a bit of weirdness added to it. It has a base and attached to it is a massive dome shaped globe which is capable of pumping out excessive intensity gentle which is considerably brighter than normal globes. The elemental distinction between a regular alarm and a sunrise alarm clock is the former makes use of sound to wake individuals up, whereas the later uses light.

Using gentle as a substitute of sound to awaken in the morning is a way more natural solution to get up. Your body does not like being jolted awake in the morning from sleep. It is a harsh and generally even violent method to get SunJunky up. However with a dawn alarm clock you might be slowly and gently woken with a lightweight which begins off very dim however regularly will get brighter and brighter. Then when it is at it's brightest you will be conscious.

Dawn clocks simulate natural daylight. This is the way your body likes to get up in the morning. When vivid gentle hits your body, chemical substances are produced to cut the production of one other chemical in your body called melatonin. This chemical is liable for sleep and if you are being woken by a daily alarm then melatonin will be current in your physique while you wake up inflicting morning grogginess and irritability.

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I exploit to go to mattress every night time considering of the ache I would be in when my alarm clock went off in the morning. That nasty beep, beep, beep sound use to hang-out me. The only peace once you wake to this sunset canvas painting diy noise in the morning is to either hit the snooze button and drift off for one more few stunning minutes, before being violently woken up once more, or flip the sound off, rise up and begin your day in a foul temper.

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Sunset it the right time to reflect, like seeing your self by way of the sunrays of light at daybreak or by dawn. Mirror by gazing with introspection at your life-model. Can you see your reflection that stares back at you through the waters of the ocean? Do you see what is going on proper in your life? Choose introspectively. The time has arrived to purse additional effort by setting your sights to new heights upon the following dawn! The sun has at all times been such a barometer of time and accomplishment. It's laborious to think about time without pondering of a sundown or dawn!

Yesterday is gone! With the expectation of a new day comes thoughts of the solar rising upon a brand new daybreak. The dying of the day before is now a forlorn conclusion, it's an indisputable fact. There is an keen expectation that arrives with the promise for a brand new start, like the Sun Junky sunrise beach photos new promise skilled by each new sunrise! Daybreak indicates that mourning/morning has come and yesterday's troubles are gone. There is no must mourn or lengthen yesterday's morning any longer than is necessary. Yesterday is gone- POOF- CHAZAM- GONE! YESTERDAY IS GONE, IT'S NOW UP TO NOW!

A new day and a new house is made available to make more time for new thoughts and efforts. Outdated solutions have expired like yesterday, time can not revise or reverse yesterday's troubles or worries. Might the brand new dawn make you extra apprised of the clever ways that new ideas contribute to devising profitable outcomes to your most difficult life conundrums or puzzles.

The sun shines upon everyone equally everyday. It invites a chance for a new beginning and an end to yesterday. Let solar rays come to you with glares of enlightenment in the type of nice ideas, concepts, intentions or plans. Have the data that there's sunny, viable, important, healing power that's granted to you, like a brand new sunrise, with a promise for a contemporary begin!

Be welcoming and engaging when experiencing the flames of changing sunlight and solar rays. Prices are exposing and acquiring options of illumination. Readily grant the help that the Universe offers you with each new sunrise. A brand more information on wikipedia new day is granted for all of humanity, it's up to us to partake of what we need to change or preserve receiving. Don't fall into the insanity of doing the identical things over and over anticipating totally different outcomes!

You gain far more readability by means of your decision to concentrate and attune more to what you need to surpass, understand or have interaction than by in search of to change yesterday. Rehashing and rehearsing your troubles over and over helps nobody.

Choose change every day. Take part and expend extra vitality by taking motion in the direction of your own wishes, life occasions and concentrate on calculated outcomes that you just want to authorize for yourself. Enable and honor alternative ways of pondering. Invite more introspection, correction, renewal and planning sunrise canvas in your way to advancing your ideas. No matter time of day resonates essentially the most or the most effective with your biological clock, take a break, relax and sit nonetheless for a few moments a day. In occasions of stillness,plan to grasp what you plan to perform before the top of the day unfolds.

As you look inside your self, attain closure by what was accomplished yesterday. Ponder and spend time considering. Know what you need to accomplish before the daybreak of a new day, week, month or Sun Junky Social Network 12 months occurs. Hear what your conscience is telling you. Be content material to receive illumination daily, in the best or smallest type, welcome knowledge such as you welcome a heat dawn.

The illumination of a warm sunrise is exciting and invitations CHANGE and PROGRESS. Change is like having wings that fly and soar into the horizon attaining more of what you are hoping for! Find the vantage level of your plans, ideas hop over to this blog and goals. When pondering of the illuminating Son/sun, it is our enlightened method of viewing new opportunities. We are all able to find ways or devising how we want to reach our aspirations after many sunrises have passed us by.

Be assured in the data that there's very important,viable therapeutic power granted to you everyday. Be a optimistic recipient of change, engage the flames of change! All the time search sun rays of hope or change. I encourage you to brazenly get hold of illumination within the type of data. Assist your means to digest better and larger things arranged via change and enlightenment, get pleasure from your new thought process!

Let's benefit from the sundown in the present day and devise a method to meet- that will be really cool and fairly neat too! Get pleasure from the rest of your day and in all methods remember that actions are to be taken at the perfect time of the day, no matter time works best for you. The perfect sunrises and the most superior sunsets are probably the most superb instances to draw inspiration out of your inner talk within the form of your ideas. Considering is based on what you notice has been settled at the end of your day, or so that you can resolve how you intend to engage or change after the subsequent dawn comes upon you once more!