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love-bitesx · 10 months

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im word vomiting my headcanon list and id love to hear what you think!

*hobie gifting things that he finds to his partner like a crow. i can imagine they'd just randomly turn up, either on a desk or like they'll just find it in their bag or pocket, or that he'd just walk of and just hand it to them with no word *hobie fell for his partner hard, though he kept it pretty well hidden from everyone except pav starts calling his 'loverboy', eventually the nickname catches on to the point his future partner starts using it as well(either b/c they like it and thay're oblivious or they know exactly whats going on and are teasing him about it) *loves playful banter *nicknames for daaaaaays with his partner *hobie getting serious with a partner would be him gifting them something important, first thoughts are either a guitar pick of his or one of his favorite rings (its the most worn one he has, a simple metal one that you can literally feel the love thats gone into it. somehow it fits his partners finger perfectly)

i may be back with more, until then i salute you!

i agree with ur hc’s so much!! this is how i hc & tend to write hobie so, 100%! pls don’t hesitate if u think of anymore hehe

i’d love to expand! ~

- giving you gifts, to him, is like the ideal expression of love.

- because basically all of them are stolen, it’s a combination of his favourite things; stealing from big corporations, and seeing the beaming, heart-warming smile on your face when you open your bag and see a tiny trinket wrapped in newspaper.

- everytime you would come home, you’d find a new little addition to the house somewhere – notably: necklaces, rings, tiny ceramic statues or wooden decorations, pens, music (cd’s, vinyls, etc.) – especially if he’s been to camden market that day, his pockets would be full for you.

- when he started to fall for you, he low-key thought he was coming down with the flu.

- whenever you were around, his heart would flutter, his head dizzy and palms sweating – he considered getting medicine, until pavitr pointed something out.

- “how are you, loverboy?”

- “eh? you talking to me, pav?”

- “of course, hobie! little loverboy”

- “did you hit your head, bro?”

- pavitr would explain that he’d noticed hobie’s eyes glued to you whenever you spoke, hanging onto every word like gospel, and the way he flustered when you touched him, how he’d do anything in his power to be in your personal space.

- “shit.”

- “no! this is a good thing, my friend! love is the most bea—”

- “shit.”

- days went past of hobie avoiding you, he’d never been in love before, and it was scary to him

- his brain was only thinking of you, and he hated that he liked it. he hated that he wished for every thought to be of you.

- and he hated that he could see your body deflate when he avoided you, hated that your eyes looked sad when he turned away

- he hated that he liked loving you

- until, you caught him on his own one day, he was minding his business, relaxing on his lonesome whilst the others hung out in different dimensions.

- “hey, loverboy”

- a deer in headlights wouldn’t even come close to the shock on his face

- “loverboy?”

- loverboy? you were calling him loverboy?

- “yeah, loverboy, that’s you, isn’t it?”

- in all fairness, you were completely oblivious to the reason behind it – pav had simply just started calling him it when hobie wasn’t around, and it stuck

- “i-i guess so”

- clearing his throat, he willed his confidence back to the surface

- “you can call me anything you want, sweetheart”

- it wasn’t long before you were together, a gentle, but spontaneous kiss after a particularly dangerous mission one day sealing the deal between you both

- he was obsessed with you

- now he could be obvious about his feelings, he took that and ran with it

- his arm was essentially glued to your side, or over your shoulders, or anywhere where he could pull you in close to him

- he’d grab you by the belt buckles, dragging you towards him and welcoming you with a soft peck on the lips

- even in public, almost especially in public

- always have his hands in your back pockets, he says he hates the cliché-ness of it but he likes that he can hold you close whilst respecting your personal space – and he can feel your ass, but he doesn’t admit that outloud

- THE NICKNAMES.

- THE. NICKNAMES.

- this man is born and bred british, and over here we use nicknames more than actual names

- darling, sweetheart, love, lovely, all of those AND more are natural to him, anyway

- but he adds a special little “my” before them all now, now that you actually are his, and so “my darling”, “my love”, etc. are like a second name to you

- in bed, the nicknames would be even better, but i’ll leave that to your imagination…

- when things started getting a little serious, you’d been dating for months, all your friends and colleagues knew about him, your family as well (if you decide to tell them)

- you’re relaxing in hobie’s dimension, laying on his bed with your head on his shoulder, reading a book whilst he strums at his guitar softly. he’s humming a song you don’t recognise, but the sound of his deep melody was enough to lull you.

- “hey, love?”

- you hum in response

- “i wanna give you something.”

- sitting you up, he’d lay his guitar down and face you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to him

- “what are you—”

- he’d fiddle with his own hands for a second, before twisting his favourite ring off his index finger

- “here.”

- “hobie, are you—”

- “i’m not proposing, don’t worry. weddings are just a social nuisance that give us one more way to control each other. no. this is better.”

- you tilt your head and watch him, as he slides his ring onto your middle finger

- “it’s just a promise.”

- “a promise?”

- “a promise that i love you, and that i’m yours, innit.”

- “oh, hobie.”

- you cry a tiny bit

- and he hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead

- that’s when he knew it was serious with you, not only because of how he was so obsessed with you, and his heart melted at your touch, but because when he saw you with the ring on, his ring, his person, it just felt right. he didn’t ever wanna see you without it, or without him.

- “hey, hobie, did you mean what you said about marriage? you don’t wanna marry me one day?”

- “hey, i said i hate weddings. nothing about marriage. not if we do it our own way, you know?”

i love him so much. also pls stick around, couple of one shots & fics will be out this week!!! sorry they’re taking ages hehe

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revrover · 1 year

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The Stranger - Pt 1

Part Two | Part Three

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, blood, brief mentions of violence and alcohol

Summary: Upon discovering the unconscious body of a woman floating in the water, you rush to provide aid. Little do you know her people are searching for her, bringing a mysterious man to your door.

A/N: Still very new to writing fanfic (this is literally post number two), but couldn’t get this drabble out of my brain for a week so here it is. Please be kind!

***I do not give permission to copy, plagiarize, or repost my work as your own in any form!

It’s close to dusk when you make your way from town back to your home on the secluded shoreline. With food and supplies in a bag slung over your shoulder, it will be another two or three days before you head back to restock. Although a fair distance, you have come to cherish the 5-mile trek into town. Walking along less traveled paths, visiting with the locals, and admiring the breathtaking nature around you have become some of your favorite things about living on the island.

As the sun steals its last glimpse over the horizon, the vibrant orange and purple hues stretching across the sky begin to dim. The outline of a small bungalow comes into view about a hundred meters down the way. The warm glow of lanterns you hung before you left shines from the front porch, welcoming your return.

You stumbled across this place two years ago, abandoned and needing major repair. Maybe it was just your nature to see the beauty and potential in broken things, but as soon as you laid eyes on the residence, your heart was set on it. Wrapped around the front is a porch with stairs that lead down onto a stone path, eventually making its way to the sand. Through the front door, an open entryway and a small kitchen are situated to the left accompanied by a simple sitting area. To the right is a doorway that leads to your bedroom and bathroom. It's a humble home, but you've worked hard to make it comfortable.

As you walk the familiar pathway toward the bungalow, you look out at the ocean. You watch as the water dances its way up the beach with every push and pull of the tide, waves gently lapping their way up onto the sand to make a melodic rhythm. You breathe in the salty air and revel in the beauty the island so generously offers.

The moment of serenity is interrupted when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something just past the wave breaks. You squint as you try to focus your gaze to ensure the evening shadows aren't playing tricks on you. A shiver shoots down your spine.

There's something floating in the water. Only, it's not something. It's someone.

"Oh my god," you say in disbelief, your eyes widening as you feel the air rush from your lungs.

You react on pure instinct, immediately dropping your bag to the ground and sprinting into the water. Taking a deep breath, you plunge straight into the waves, pumping your arms and kicking your legs until they burn. You swim as hard as you can toward the body as it floats face down.

When you reach it, you fear the worst. Quickly you turn it over to check for a pulse and discover it is a woman. Her frame is small, but she's solid and muscular. Body adorned with beautiful gold and jade trinkets, she appears to be wearing some sort of woven armor. You also notice her raven-black hair tied in a knot on top of her head, and a mesh-like apparatus covering her nose and mouth.

You carefully cradle the woman's head, lifting it out of the water.

"What the hell??" You mutter in shock.

Right before your eyes, part of the woman’s face that is now exposed to the air turns a pale pigment of blue. She seems human enough, yet the way the blueness of her skin contrasts with its golden tones underneath the ocean surface makes you question what she might be instead.

All thoughts are pushed aside, however, the moment your attention is drawn to the sight of blood. Two gouges, a laceration across her shoulder, and a wound to her abdomen are seeping red into the salt water. She’s in poor condition and time is not on your side.

Doing your best to grapple her body, you kick your feet and pull the woman back to shore. The tide's added assistance gives you both the momentum needed to propel you toward the beach. As soon as you are able to stand, you turn and haul her body the rest of the way out of the ocean.

Gently you lay her on a patch of dry sand as you take a moment to catch your breath. Your chest repeatedly rises and falls, your lungs straining for more oxygen. Staring at her now, you feel your heart nearly pounding out of your chest as the rest of her body turns the same shade of blue as her face. You shake your head as you fight back both your fear and curiosity. Whatever the woman's origins, tending to her wounds is your main priority. Help her now, and ask questions later.

Still unconscious, you reach up to remove the apparatus over her face, preparing to administer CPR. Suddenly, her arm shoots out and grasps your wrist, scaring the shit out of you. With unbelievable strength, she restrains any movement your hand could possibly make. Her eyes are wide and intense, pupils dilated.

"Okay, okay, I won't mess with it!" You promise. Her grip slackens as her eyes roll to the back of her head, losing consciousness again.

You rub your wrist, the bruise already forming. Deciding it would be best to move her from behind, you link yourself under her arms and pull her towards your home, unwittingly leaving a trail of sand and blood behind you.

Making it to the bungalow, you manage to get the woman inside and onto your kitchen table. She's breathing, but it's shallow. Quickly, you grab all the first aid and sewing supplies you can scrounge out of the cabinets. You swipe a bottle of tequila from the shelf above the sink for good measure. Then you get to work to patch her up the best you can.

You clean the wound on her abdomen first, as that's where the bleeding is most prominent. Disinfecting it, applying pressure, then sewing it up, you focus meticulously on the needle in your hand, threading it back and forth through her skin. Once you finish, you fashion a bandage to soak up the excess blood.

The sky is dark as you move on to her shoulder to do the same. It feels like hours have gone by as you continue dressing the woman's wounds. It’s well into the night now, and the only light reflecting off the ocean for miles is from the moon and the lanterns of your home.

That's when he finds you.

A dark figure emerges from the water. He surveys the scene in front of him, eyes filling with rage as his focus dials in on the bloody trail leading up to your door. Spear in hand and body seething with anger, he marches towards your little house.

Just as you clip the thread used to sew up the woman's shoulder and begin to apply another bandage, you're startled by a deafening CRASH!

Behind you, your front door gets obliterated. Through it, storms a man who quickly steps over the wooden debris that now litters the floor. His presence swallows the room as water drips off of his body. His eyes lock on to yours.

"Holy shit!" You exclaim in terror. Before you know what is happening, he has made his way over to you, aggressively backing you up against the kitchen cabinets.

Face-to-face with you now, he holds the tip of his spear to your throat, grazing your skin with it threateningly. He leans in so close you smell the salty ocean spray that covers his dark skin and can practically see your reflection in the cold piece of jade pierced through his septum. His breath is steady, but his glare is wild and ferocious. You raise your hands, attempting to show you mean no harm, only you don't account for the fact that your arms are covered in the woman's blood. His look becomes more menacing.

"What have you done?" He growls, his voice low and dangerous. A fire is burning in his eyes as they widen with rage.

"I'm helping her! I'm helping her!" is all you manage to say as you plead your case to the mysterious, hostile stranger.

His stare remains intense as you feel the growing pressure of the cold metal spear against your throat. Everything inside you is screaming, telling you to close your eyes and that one way or another it will all be over soon. But you don't - you hold your ground and hold his gaze, searching his face for any shred of hope that he will spare your life.

The man's eyes flick over to the woman on the table, taking in more of the scene. As his head turns, you notice his pointed ears and beautifully hand-carved gauges made of jade. He turns his head slowly back to you, looking at you this time as if deliberating in his mind whether or not you are telling the truth.

Again he leans in close, and you hold your breath as you await his final verdict.

"You will speak of this to no one." It's not a question. It's a command.

You nod, willing to agree to anything at this point if it means not having your jugular sliced open.

"You will forget this night, and what you have seen."

Again you nod.

He keeps the spear pointed at your throat while carefully backing away toward the table. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as adrenaline pumps through your veins. You don't dare move a muscle.

The man retreats, withdrawing his spear and scooping up the woman who looks so petite in his arms. He carries her through the doorway but stops to look back at you. He says nothing, but his eyes are deadlocked on yours. You can’t describe or decipher the electric sensation that runs through your body at that moment, so you chalk it up to being in shock.

Finally, he turns to leave, seemingly floating down to the shoreline with the woman securely in his arms. You watch as they disappear into the ocean and the night.

Left alone, surrounded only by silence, the stinging memory of a blade against your neck, and a buzzing in your chest, you look around the empty kitchen. Blood and first aid supplies cover your table; debris that was once your front door now lays scattered across the floor, a draft gliding its way through your home.

Your mind is still processing everything that has happened. Physically and emotionally, you are exhausted.

"Screw it," you say out loud, grabbing the tequila still on the table and taking a swig straight from the bottle. "I'm going to bed."

You wake up the next morning as the sun is starting to rise and feel just as exhausted as when you had fallen asleep. Your mind is hazy. Your body is sore. You get up and pull on a fresh shirt and some shorts before making your way out of your bedroom. Groggily you shuffle through the entryway and into the kitchen to greet last night's mess.

Only a few steps into the kitchen, however, you stop. Blinking a few times, you rub your eyes. On the table, where bloodied gauze, cloths, sewing needles, and the works had been scattered, now sits your bag next to a neat pile of the food and supplies you had gathered from yesterday's trip into town. You look down at your feet to discover a clean, debris-less floor. Moving in reverse, you pace a few steps back into the entryway and turn your head. Stunned, you see a new, beautifully carved wooden door in place of where your old one had been kicked down the night before.

You pinch your temples as you try to convince yourself you're not losing your mind. You move closer to inspect the door. Eyes full of wonder and amazement, you run your fingers down its wooden grooves. The surface is smooth as stone, yet the grain in it gives the material a richness that makes your jaw drop as you admire it.

Before you can even ask yourself how it was possible, you open the door and your breath catches in your throat. The man from last night is sitting there on your front porch, legs hanging off the edge of it, looking out at the softly illuminated horizon.

"I apologize about the door." He says, still facing the ocean.

Fear takes over as you find yourself frozen in his presence. He senses your uneasiness and, still seated on the edge of the porch, turns toward you. He raises one hand to the air as a sign of his peaceful intention.

"I promise I am not here to bring harm to you... or your home," he adds, his eyes trailing toward the doorway. You say nothing, equally stunned and confused by his being there.

"I am sorry for threatening you," he says, his voice turning somber. "I didn't know what you were doing to her."

"Is she okay?" You ask, finally finding your voice. "Your wife?"

He lets out a sharp chuckle.

"Namora isn't my wife, she's one of my generals -- my best, in fact. And yes, she is okay, thanks to you."

A general. You avert your gaze, feeling foolish for assuming incorrectly. Suddenly the events of last night take on a different tone than what you had perceived.

"We had been searching for her for two days." The man continues to explain, "When I finally traced her whereabouts here and found her with you, I assumed the worst." He looks back out toward the ocean. "History has not typically been kind to my people in these types of situations."

You feel your chest tighten as the weight of his words sinks in. Your eyes wander from the ground up to the stranger. You watch as beads of salt water forge paths on his skin, rolling from his dark slick hair down the toned muscles of his back.

"Who... are your people, exactly? Who are you?" You find the courage to ask.

He turns back to look at you, raising an eyebrow in your direction as he considers his answers.

"There are some who know me as K’uk’ulkan." He says thoughtfully. "But most know me as Namor." Pushing himself up to a stand, he continues, "As for my people, that is a discussion for another time."

Namor walks up to you, and once again you find yourself face-to-face with him. Only this time his presence is not menacing, it's hypnotizing.

"Thank you," he says softly, "for what you did. It will not be forgotten."

There's a rich sincerity in his voice. Mesmerized by it, all you can muster in response is a nod of your head. A slight smile pulls at the corners of Namor's mouth as he closely studies your face. The light of the morning sun reflects in his eyes, and where you had only seen brooding darkness before, you now see shimmering flecks of gold. Everything about him is beautiful.

"You are not what I expected." He says warmly, leaning in closer as if the two of you are sharing a secret. He lingers there a moment longer. Then, all too soon, he nods and turns to head down the stairs of your front porch. As he reaches the end of the stone walkway, he stops before stepping out onto the sand.

"Remember," he says, repeating his instructions from your encounter last night, only gentler. "Speak of this to no one."

"Will you be back?" You ask earnestly. You don't know what prompts your question, other than the thought of his departure suddenly pulling at your soul in a way you can't explain.

He turns back to look at you and smiles. You return it with a smile of your own. No words are needed for you to know that somehow, someday, you would see him again.

You watch from the porch as Namor strides out into the water and disappears below the surface. The sun glimmers brilliantly across the waves as they engulf him in their deep abyss.

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christall77 · 11 months

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~❦Caught Feelings❦~

Merman x F!Reader

This is actually my first time writing about falling in love and stuff, so I hope I did good!

The art used doesn't belong to me, but to it's rightful owner @weyowang!

TW: ENTANGLEMENT OF MARINE LIFE, other than that it's pure fluff!

Another fish is wrapped up by a loose fishing line, it was the fifth one today Tullius has come across on his way close to the shore. The lone merman wastes no time and swims over to help the poor puffer fish in need. His long, strong, pale tail pushing him through the water with no effort.

Reaching for the puffed up creature he carefully untangles the thin line from its spikes and removes the hook puncturing it's pectoral fin. Luckily the brown and white spotted fish isn't badly hurt and manages to swim off just fine, deflating in the process. That has become an almost daily routine for the male. Everyday Tullius would swim to the beach located not far away from his shipwreck he calls home and collect various trinkets he found. Helping other sea life on the way if he sees them in trouble.

Tullius himself hasn't been safe from the trash and other gadgets humans have lost, or thrown out to sea. Having the scars and even part of a worn out net wrapped around his tail to prove it. The material dirty and grown with algea and tiny barnacles. It's also one of his reminders why he was shunned and eventually exiled from his previous home. Trying to get it off with the help from others when he couldn't do it alone, only for them to end up chasing him away.

Anything and everything human related is frowned upon in his folk. As more people came to visit the beaches, mermaids and mermen were forbidden to come anywhere close to the surface, by order of their king.

But despite knowing how bad it is for his home which he calls the ocean, he can't help but still be curious and fascinated by humans and their strange knick knacks. There's a whole wooden shelf in the downed ship full of things he's collected. One new strange, or in his eyes, beautiful object found throughout his trips is added daily. The merman doesn't even know where to stock the rest of them he'll find in the future!

Tullius has come to like it out here by himself. It's not like he was well liked before either. Tullius was seen as an outsider already by not having a vibrant color of a tale, or beautiful fins like the others.

Of course he has kept safe distances from the shore to make sure he wouldn't be spotted, but lately he can't stop himself from peeking out of the water every so often. Swimming closer day by day, just to get another glimpse of something. Or more like, someone.

Tullius has seen humans before, but when he first saw you he couldn't take his midnight blue eyes away from your figure walking along the beach. Cradling and comforting a seagull you've rescued from drowning. From this day on he couldn't stop himself from visiting, just to hope to get another glimpse of you from behind a few rocks. His organ in his chest beating faster and a warm giddy feeling spreading throughout Tullius' body. At first he confused the feeling with sickness, or the tiny fish he had for breakfast, swimming around in his belly. But then he remembered, food that's been chewed and eaten can't swim anymore.

The male came to realize, this strange feeling returns whenever he's watching you from the distance, but it's not uncomfortable. No. He likes it. A lot. And it grew as time passed, the longer he watched the more enamored he became.

Tullius desperately wants to get closer to you but, what would you think of him? Would you like him back? Or would you look at him with disgust like his own kind? He sure hopes it's not the latter.

Another dreamy sigh leaves his lips as Tullius rests his head in both of his palms, half of his body leaning on top of the rocky surface on his usual watch spot. White tail lazily swinging back and forth in the blue ocean waters. Admiring your (body type) figure doing small dances while you keep singing to your favorite song that's playing through your earphones. Hardly anyone comes to this part of the beach since it's so secluded and luckily for the merman, you've decided to live in a small hut close by! It just happened recently but he couldn't have been more excited, especially since he gets to see you everyday now.

With a soft smile Tullius listens to your lovely voice, his wine colored ear fins twitching occasionally. No matter how good or terrible your singing is to you, he thinks it's the most beautiful sound in the world. The white haired male would love to sing with you, if he could.

Tullius snaps out from his thoughts when he heard a loud "oof" and thud in the sand. It seems you've stumbled over yourself and landed almost face first into the warm sand, for a second he was worried you might've hurt yourself only to make a quiet noise of relief when you get up unharmed. Immediately ducking behind the rock for cover when you take a look around to make sure no one has seen that clumsy act.

His heart beats against his ripcage hoping you didn't notice him watching, taking a quick peek over again Tullius lets out a small sad grumble when you make your way back into your hut and out of his sight. Yes, he does want to get to know you, but he always just gets too nervous for his own good.

But he told himself to finally approach you, the merman just has no idea how. So he ends up swimming around in circles in deep thought. The sound of panicked splashing suddenly makes him look over to the beach where a poor sea turtle is trying to get into the water. Half of its shell wrapped up tightly in a net which is holding the animal just barely away from the incoming waves. Tullius swims over quickly, looking left and right for any sign of another human around.

The male crawls onto shore and drags himself over, his arms lifting his upper body up from the heated sand, the small ocean waves now just barely reaching his white finned tail. Tullius, like others of his kind can breathe in air just fine, but he still has to hurry before his gills and other fishy half dries out in the hot sun. The animal notices the merman closing in and continues to struggle, sand flying in the air and some landing in his messy locks in the process from its flippers.

As Tullius tries to comfort the turtle his scaled hands grasp onto the net and he tries to pull it away, with no luck. It looks to be wrapped around to tightly, almost suffocatingly for one to just pull it off. And slowly but surely he feels himself get dryer. The tides also seem to go against him as well when he notices the water drawing back and further away from them. His eyes start loosing focus and Tullius can feel himself growing weaker and dizzy, until he collapses onto the sand beside the other sea creature.

In his barely awake state, he notices something approaching in the distance, but he's to weak to react or make a noise that would alert the stranger. They come to a short halt and seem to call out to him, whatever it is they're saying rings through his head in a blur. His lack of response makes them hurry over until they finally reached him. Tullius barely feels his hands being lifted and freed from the net, before being held up and brought to who knows where.

Until he feels himself being submerged into the familiar salty water, he splashes for a short moment before calming down and letting himself float to the surface with relief. Dry skin regaining its needed moisture.

Then his deep blue eyes meet your wide surprised (e/c) ones and he yelps, submerging himself in the shallow water to hide.

“Wait!”, That sweet voice of yours calls out to him and he slowly rises his head to the surface until just the top of his head and eyes are poking out from the water. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible. Throwing the small knife away which you've used to cut through the seams of the net to free both the sea turtle and merman. With a quick glance down Tullius also discovers the lack of a familiar old net wrapped tightly around him now gone.

Keeping a safe distance and speaking in a calm voice as you show you're empty handed now. “It's OK... I'm not going to harm you. See? I also freed your friend if you're wondering.”

Tullius meanwhile almost can't believe his own eyes, the human girl he's been fawning over for who knows how long has saved him. And she's not afraid of him! He keeps staring at you with big sparkling eyes, ear fins twitching happily. “Can you talk?”, the merman tilts his head once he snaps out of his small daze and shakes his head lightly, small waves rippling around his head. While the male has learned and understands human language, he can't answer. Only communicating with clicks and other noises merfolk would use.

“Ah that would've been cool. I can't believe I'm actually meeting a real mermaid! Uhh merman..?” you let out a small chuckle at the end and look at him with big amazed eyes, not believing that a supposed mythical creature is right in front of you. “My name is (y/n) it's very nice to meet you!”

Tullius let's out a few clicks in return, introducing himself despite knowing you won't understand him either way.

The two of you spend a little more time together, the merman still mostly submerged while you've sat down onto the sand with your feet dipped into the shallow waves. Having what feels like more of a one sided conversation since he can't really talk back. But nonetheless, you still understood the small gestures he would make.

Only when the sun slowly starts to set did both of you notice how late it actually is. Standing up you give the merman a small wave, “It was really nice meeting you, Mr. Merman. I hope we can see each other again some time.”

Tullius perks up at the suggestion that you want to meet him again. Tilting his head slightly to the side he makes a small squeaky sound, wanting to know when that time will be and where you're going. Of course you didn't understand him and assumed he was saying his own goodbye, you give him a sweet smile before returning back to your hut.

The male watching your form getting smaller with his ear fins cast down and a pout forming on his lips. How he wished he could follow after you just to spend more time with you. Oh wait. He can.

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It's around ten at night when all of a sudden you hear something entering your small wooden hut. As if something heavy got knocked over. You left your window open to let the small ocean breeze in, and you never expected someone to actually break in. After all, you're basically alone on this part of the island. You made sure when you rented this hut for your summer holiday. Wanting nothing more but to relax and enjoy the beach without having other people there.

But when you sneaked out of your small kitchen with a frying pan in both hands, just in case, you find that merman you've met earlier today, laying face first on the wooden floor. Lowering your weapon you let out a surprised gasp “You? What are you doing here?”, at the sound of your voice he quickly looks up from the floor with big eyes, a happy purr rumbling through his chest as he sits up to the best of his ability. Seemingly proud that he has found you and entered on his own. Because it was definitely not that easy.

Now that he's out of the water you can finally admire the merman more closely. He seems to be your age, soft looking fair skin with small various shaped scars littering over his entire lean and slender body. Clawed hands littered with wine red fish scales spreading from the back of his hands leading up to his forearms and fading in color until they reach up his elbows, where on each a triangular fin with the same color is situated. Three slits on each side of his neck now visible which you guess are his gills are closed shut to instead breath in the air instead of filtering the oxygen through water.

One long dorsal fin, also colored wine red, travels from the back of his neck down and along his spine to the middle of his white tail where another triangular shaped one connects wandering down right to the end. Two extra pairs on the sides of his hips and the other one further down his tail. They all look like they've either got cut or teared on the edges and you wonder if it's as painful as it looks.

Your (e/c) eyes travel back up to his head where a mop of messy wet white hair just barely covers those beautiful dark blue eyes that seem to glow in the darker corner of your room. The merman crawls closer, making your form stiffen up slightly but you do not dare to make a sudden move.

Once he's just a few feet away from you, Tullius opens his fist he's been kept closed the entire time and reveals a (favorite color) star snail sea shell, holding it towards you. “For me?” The male nods with a chirp avoiding his gaze but glancing back at you to watch your reaction. You carefully take it from him, putting the pan away and look at it with awe exclaiming that you love his gift.

Tullius' tail slaps against the floor in delight, a sharp toothed grin and small blush spreading across his cheeks, seeing that you like his courting gift.

And this is how it would go on for a few weeks. The merman slipping into your home in the middle of the night and bringing you gifts, all the while hanging around with you so long until he has to go into the ocean again. While at day time you'll see him peaking out from the waves waiting for you to come visit him.

You came to know his name after you showed him how to write, being amazed what a quick learner your new merfriend is. The both of you bonded quickly and you would end up spending most of the time with Tullius and getting to learn more about him, as he does about you. Even sharing his collection with you and receiving some as well he's never seen before.

Eventually you come to feel a certain way for the merman, and you were hoping that he would feel the same.

Little did you know, you've already captured his heart way before you even knew him.

But the day where you have to fly back to your home from your vacation came quicker than you could count, and it made you sad about leaving Tullius for who knows how long. You have to tell him how you feel before you're gone from this island. So as per usual the first thing you do this morning, is walking out to the beach looking for the merman. And there he was, waiting for you at his usual spot by the small wooden pier leading to your hut.

Smiling he waves at you and does a few happy flips before climbing up the structure and leaping on top of you for a tight hug making you fall onto the wooden surface. Your clothes getting wet in the process but you don't mind and giggle as he purrs and nuzzles up against you.

Tullius has become more affectionate and clingy the closer you two became, but not in an overbearing or annoying way which you admit you find pretty cute.

As the two of you spend the time together, Tullius still having his arms wrapped around you chin resting on your shoulder while playing with your hair, you reveal to him about your vacation time and you ending up leaving this island. His reaction of course as you imagined makes your chest feel heavy. The merman is now pulling you tightly against him, his ear fins pulled down and whimpering softly, pleading for you to stay with him.

While Tullius understood that you had to go, it was very hard for him to accept it. After all, he just got closer to you and now you have to leave! He's worried you'll leave him forever.

“I know... I'll miss you too... ” Tullius rests his forehead against yours at your words clicking in response. And as a final goodbye he gently cups your cheeks slowly leaning in until his soft wet lips meet yours in a sweet kiss, surprising you but returning it with as much love as he's pouring into the gesture. A promise to him that you will definitely come back and visit him.

He pulls away with reddened cheeks and loving smile, loosening his hold and preparing to go back into the ocean waters. Neither of you wanted to leave but it would make it harder to say goodbye. And before he finally leaves, Tullius gives you one last look back and finally manages to form his usual noises into five simple words that fills your heart with warmth and will stay with you until the time comes that the both of you will meet again.

“I... love... you... forever...(y/n).”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 8 months

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Hi, I was wondering if ypu could do a bucky barnes x fem reader fic, where reader is insecure because she has a bigger chest and because past relationships have complained about her chest, so when her and bucky start to see each other she tells him this and that's the reason why she wears bigger shirts/hoodie all the time, and so bucky boosts up her confidence and it allows her to wear tighter shirts and tops she always wanted to wear, and bucky could be joking about beating up her ex, but more than likely it's true

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Bucky Barnes x busty!plus size reader

You find an old shirt in your closet and Bucky discovers why you refuse to wear it

Warnings: self-deprecation, past bad relationships, past verbal abuse, fluff, implied smut, insecurity, reader has large boobs, mention of stretch marks

WC: 1.7k

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Since the moment Bucky met you, he knew you had a particular style that you never strayed from. You liked big shirts- big shirts with shorts or skirts in the summer, big shirts and sweaters with jeans in winter, you even slept in a rotating collection of his shirts that you continuously stole from him.

Now Bucky didn’t mind this, he loved that you were comfortable and knew what you liked to wear. But he had seen the way you longingly looked at the more form-fitting outfits when you went shopping with him. He had even caught you perusing clothes in a style more similar to Natasha’s. He thought you would look great in those clothes (he thought you would look great in no clothes either but you two hadn’t gotten to the sex part yet) so he was left wondering why you didn’t.

The apartment was a mess- clothes and trinkets strewn everywhere, boxes scattered around on every available flat surface, and tape, so much fucking tape. Sam warned him that helping someone move was a shit ton of work, but Bucky figured they could get it done in 12 hours, tops. Obviously he was very very wrong.

You were two days into it and you had only just reached the point where you could go through your seemingly endless stash of clothes. Bucky had ducked out for just a second to call back the electrician that was currently working on your new house but when he came back, the mood in your small apartment had shifted considerably.

He found you lost in thought, sitting in the middle of several piles of clothes, holding a shirt. “I’ve never seen you wear that one, it’s cute.” You jumped at the sound of his voice and quickly shoved the shirt into your ‘donate’ pile.

“It’s not my style.” You brushed off but he caught the way you hesitated as you pulled your hand away.

“What if I wanted to see you in it?” With two strides, he had crossed the room and was now in front of you. Before you could stop him, Bucky had ducked down and fished the shirt out. It was about 3 times smaller than all your other shirts and looked like it would fit the contours of your body like a second skin. The cut-out that sliced through the members of AC-DC would allow for a huge amount of cleavage to be shown while the cut along the bottom of the shirt gave it that cropped look that was so popular now.

“Cause I think you’d look drop dead gorgeous in this, doll.” He purred, holding the shirt up to the sunlight as if he could already see you wearing it in his mind. Your face burned with embarrassment.

“Well I don’t so can you please put it back?” You dismissed it like your stomach wasn’t in your throat and tears weren’t building behind your eyes. You reached for the offending piece of clothing but he tucked it to his chest like a toddler would do with a toy.

His gaze seared into you, making you squirm from your place on the floor. “Just once, please!” He begged.

“No.”

“I’ll do laundry for a month.” He shot back, inching closer to you with the shirt still held against his chest.

“You’re already doing laundry for the next 3 months because of the Jam Incident.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Bucky actually had the decency to blush at this, recalling the event that occurred a month ago which landed him doing extra chores.

“But you would look so pretty.” He actually whined, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeeeeease.” It was getting pathetic now but your own determination was beginning to waver as his only ramped up in intensity. With a trembling hand, you snatched the shirt away from him as you stood.

“I’ll try it on once but when it doesn’t look good- you aren’t allowed to say anything.” As you stomped off to the bathroom, you missed the way his face fell, obviously regretting teasing you.

You kept your back to the mirror as you changed, even squeezing your eyes shut so you didn’t have to see the curve of your body from your peripheral. You hear his voice in your mind, reminding you exactly why you wanted to burn most of your clothes to ash.

The cotton was soft but it still felt like it was slicing into your skin. You held onto your large shirt like it was a lifeline and with a deep breath, you walked back into the bedroom.

Bucky sat on the bed, elbows on his knees as he waited for you. As soon as you crossed the threshold, his head snapped up and his eyes went wide.

A breath caught in his throat and he slowly stood. “See I told you. Now can you let me throw it away like I wanted in the first place.” Self-consciously, you crossed your arms over your chest, pressing your heavy breasts down. He reached out for you, his chill metal hand grabbing your wide hip as his other gently pulled your arms away from your chest, making you drop the other shirt.

“Buck, let me go change.” He just shook his head. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears.

“Doll you look-“

“Disgusting, I know.” You snapped, trying to pull away from him. He held you tighter.

“No. You look beautiful. Why would you ever think otherwise?” His voice was strained but firm, leaving you no opportunity to backtrack. You looked away from your boyfriend, unable to meet his eyes.

“My boobs.” You murmured. The lump in your throat got bigger by the second as you waited for him to agree with you, to reinforce that voice in your head that told you how ugly you are, how your chest was unnatural and wrong.

But he didn’t. Instead, your wonderful, caring boyfriend let go of your hip and your arm in order to cup your face, guiding you back to him. The look in his eyes was devastating, only making you feel even worse. “Doll, you are perfect.”

And you broke.

Hot tears rolled down your full cheeks as you broke down in his arms. “But they’re too big and they’re covered in stretch marks and my nipples are a weird shape.” The words flowed from your lips just like your tears, a never-ending stream that had built up behind the dam of your mind since the first time your ex had told you exactly what he thought off your body. Bucky listened to each and every syllable, taking in everything you were saying.

You didn’t notice the way his blue eyes darkened with rage until he finally interrupted you. “Who the fuck told you that?” His snarl finally broke you from your spiralling thoughts and then it was your turn to lose your breath.

A darkness had grown over his face, the same one he got when he came home from particularly rough missions. Rage rolled off of him in waves, drowning you in it. “M-my ex.” A growl rumbled through his strong chest.

“Well he’s wrong. You’re fucking beautiful, you’re perfect. And I mean all of you, including these.” You gasped as he suddenly let go of your face to cup the massive heft of your tits. Heat shamefully exploded through your body as he held up their weight. “These are just as sexy, just as fucking stunning as you. And would you look at that, they fit perfectly in my hands, like they were made for your tits.”

“Bucky.” You tried to stop him but he had enough apparently. He squeezed your tits gently as he groaned.

“Fuck doll, you don’t know what you do to me do you? Even when you’re wearing a big shirt and your baggiest jeans you get me so hard it hurts. But now-“ He stepped closer to you, pushing his hips into your soft stomach. A moan slipped from your lips as you felt the hard bulge of his cock against you for the first time. “-Now, when you’re wearing this tiny fucking shirt, letting me see these gorgeous tits and your perfect stomach, I feel like I’m losing my mind, doll.”

He groaned as he ground his hips into you. “Really?” You timidly asked, hooking your fingers into his belt loops to keep your hands from trembling. Bucky raised a dark eyebrow at you.

“Doll, if it were up to me, I would be inside you 24/7 from the moment we met.” Heat crawled up your cheeks and you giggled.

“That’s a long time Bucky.” He finally smiled, quickly pecking your nose. The sadness was draining from your expression, though the flakes of insecurity still remained. He forced down his own fury, tamping it down as far as he could. He wasn’t mad at you, he could never be mad at you for this. You were beaten down by a pathetic excuse for a man and you believed him.

Bucky would help you, he would worship you, and then he would hunt the fucker down for ever making you think that you were anything less than divine. “Exactly 5 months, 2 weeks and 1 day.”

You beamed at him. “Maybe I’ll keep the shirt, if you like it so much.” You looked away bashfully, making your boyfriend groan and his cock twitch within his stiff jeans.

“Oh doll you are spoiling me.” He dipped down to nip at your neck, forcing a whimper from your lips. Your nipples stiffened against his palms as wetness pooled in your already ruined panties. “And now I think I need to spoil you in return.”

You yelped as you were suddenly thrown onto your bed, Bucky quickly joining you as he crawled between your plush thighs. He hovered over you with a smile. “Absolutely perfect.” He murmured before kissing you tenderly, pressing as much of his body against yours as he could. You melted into him, tangling your fingers in his short hair.

Bucky would make sure you knew how beautiful you are and maybe, once all the bad thoughts were gone from your mind, he would leave the apartment under the premise of picking up some dinner. And if he came home with bruised knuckles and a self-satisfied smile on his face, you wouldn’t ask any questions.

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ring of love; csc (03)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; new chapter !! also added navigation and some lists to my profile where you can find right here <3 you can find my masterlist, idea/wip dump, a link to my ask box where you can send in thots, requests and even comments; alongside my ao3 ^^

hope you all enjoy this chapter and lmk if you can guess which korean web series one of the scenes are from 👀

hint: it involves a certain kpop group

it was the beginning of fall when your family moved to daegu.

though it wasn’t a big or dramatic move, since you’re moving from the big city to a smaller town in the same province, it was still big to you because it was your first moving experience.

you vividly remember watching the colored leaves fall from the branches and onto the pavement, being stepped on by pedestrians and you imagined they made those ‘crunch’ noises as depicted by the many cartoons you’ve watched.

you were only 5 years old.

“___, are you excited to see our new home?” your mother asked from the passenger seat, turning to see you kneeling on the backseat, admiring the outside view. you turned to her with a big smile, letting out an excited ‘mm!’.

smiling at your enthusiasm, your mother turned to your father who was driving; reaching out her hand and placing it over your father’s resting on the armrest of the car. “do you think she’ll like the place?”

intertwining his fingers with hers, your father gave your mother’s hand an assuring squeeze, “i’m sure she will,” he spoke, “if she doesn’t, we’ll just have to hope it grows on her.”

your mother laughs at your father’s statement; at the same time hoping that it wouldn’t come to that.

the car stops in front of a white double-story terrace house. the second floor had been extended into a balcony and you notice the few familiar plants from your previous house put on display. half of the wall on the outside of the second story was an exposed brick wall, which adds a little bit of red-orange aesthetic to the full white design of the house. the ground level had a black gate, with two front doors in the same colour with floor-to-ceiling tinted windows.

getting out of the car, you ran up to the gates, attempting to climb them before your mother rushed over and picked you up. “sweetie, that’s dangerous!” she pointed out, a frown on her face.

your father was at the boot of the car, stacking two of the many boxes together before making his way to the gates. “honey, the keys are in my back pocket, could you get it?” reaching out a hand into your father’s pocket and fishing out the keys. unlocking the gates and the front door, your mother placed you down on the ground to help your father with the boxes while you decide to explore the interior of the house.

running up the stairs to the second story of the house, there were three gray colored doors. being a curious child, of course you went through all three of them. you opened the first door that revealed the master bedroom, which of course is going to be occupied by your parents. the second door lead to a bathroom; and when you reached the third door - a pink sign was hung on the door with your name written on it.

pushing the door open, the first thing you noticed was a pink bed tucked nicely in one corner of the room. across it was a white study table with a few trinkets decorating the surface, followed by a wooden closet right next to it. at the foot of your bed stood a similar level bookshelf, filled with all your favorite books and coloring books; alongside some of your plush toys.

“do you like it, babygirl?” came your father’s voice from behind you. whirling around and flashing him a big smile, you excitedly nod your head as he crouched down to your level, giving your hair a ruffle.

“i’m glad you do.”

he then proceeded to pick you up and placed you over his shoulder, legs hanging over his shoulders. “daddy!” you squealed, giggling as he gave you a piggyback ride.

“honey! ___!” your mother called out, “come meet our neighbours!”

you stared down at the young boy from your father’s shoulder while he stared back up at you.

as your father sets you down from his shoulder, the roles switched; you’re now staring up at the boy while he stares down at you.

seeing how the staring contest would not end anytime soon, your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, introducing you to the young boy and the woman standing next to him who you deduced to be his mother.

“my, what an intense staring contest,” she chuckled. “we’re the lees’! that’s my husband, and this is ___, my daughter.”

“intense, indeed,” the woman chuckled. “we’re the chois’. it’s nice to meet you, ___. this boy here is seungcheol, my son. my husband’s out back dealing with the garden.”

she then looked down at seungcheol, lightly patting his shoulders, “cheol, did you bring what i asked you to?”

snapping out of the staring contest he was having with you, seungcheol handed you a paper bag which you accepted after getting a nod of confirmation from your mother. looking inside the bag, you see a container of brownies, a small ‘wah…’ leaving your lips.

“mom and i baked them last night! we hope you’ll like them!” seungcheol said with a big grin on his face.

placing a hand on your head, your mother smiles, “our little ___ will definitely like them. she has an incredible sweet tooth.”

“no, i do not!”

“___, sweetie,” your father spoke up, “you ate half a tub of ice cream in half an hour.”

“daddyy!!”

you were 7 when your little crush on seungcheol began.

you were in the playground, swinging on the swingset with your bear plush in your lap when a group of boys approached you. “that’s our swing,” one of the boys spoke, arms crossed as they stared down at you.

you stopped swinging and looked at the group, “you can’t claim a swing. it’s a playground for everyone.” visibly upset by your response, the boys stepped closer so that they would tower over you. “well, this is our swing now. get off.”

“no.”

you could see the face of the boys turn red - from anger and embarrassment that you were refusing to follow their instructions. as they continued to stare down at you, one of them noticed your bear plush, snatching it out from your lap.

“hey!” you shouted, getting off the swing to try and get your plush back, “give him back!”

“nuh-uh,” the boy retorted, raising it up above his head so you can’t reach it, “that’s what you get for sitting on our swing!”

you then shove at the boy, crying out, “i said give him back!”

“back off, girlie!” another boy said, shoving you back with a harder force, causing you to fall back onto the ground of the playground.

as the boys walked away with your bear plush, leaving you to cry on the ground. they tossed it around, occasionally dropping it on the floor and purposefully stepping on the poor plush, later on acting as if they didn’t mean to do so. witnessing the boys’ treatment towards your plush, you pulled your knees to your chest, hugging it as your cries grew louder.

“___?” a worried seungcheol called out.

crouching down in front of you, seungcheol places a hand on your head, gently petting it in an attempt to comfort you. “___, what happened? why are you crying? are you hurt anywhere?” you attempted to answer him. but, due to your crying, you had a hard time forming words, only letting out harsh pants and whimpers.

“easy there, ___,” seungcheol said softly, “take a deep breath, okay?”

when your crying calmed down, the older boy heard the laughters of the group of boys. turning his head towards their direction, he saw them taking turns throwing a plush bear at each other. seungcheol recognised the plush bear - it was the very same plush he had gifted you on your 7th birthday.

he then turned back to you, noticing that you were looking at the group with a frown on your face. pressing his thumb against your forehead, he gave you a gentle smile, “don’t frown like that, you’ll get wrinkles.”

turning back to the group, he let out a sigh, “they took your bear?”

you sniffled as you nod your head, wiping the snot from your nose with the sleeves of your hoodie. “do you want me to get it back for you?”

“p-please…”

nodding his head, seungcheol got back up on his feet, ruffling your hair before making his way towards the group of boys.

“hey, you rascals over there!” he called out.

you don’t know why, but you felt your heart race, a small blush forming on your face.

after seungcheol had gotten your bear plush back from the group of boys (mainly by scaring them off because imagine an older, taller boy approaching you with a scary look after talking to the girl whose bear you had snatched), he walked you back to your house.

as his parents were out working, it wasn’t unusual for seungcheol to spend some time at your place with your parents as he waited for his to return home. sitting beside you on the porch of the backyard of your back garden, seungcheol was eating a piece of brownie your mom had baked while you enjoyed a cone of vanilla ice cream.

“you need to learn to stand up for yourself, ___,” seungcheol spoke, placing the now empty plate next to him and looked at you. “but, i have you to protect me!” you responded with a smile on your face, earning a small laugh from the boy. “i know, ___. but, i can’t always be there for you.”

“d-does this mean you’re leaving me…?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes. “oh, ___,” seungcheol said softly as he places a hand on your head, “that’s not what i mean. i meant it as in, there will be times where i can’t always be with you. you remind me of a puppy,” he chuckled. “maybe that can be a nickname for you, hmm?”

when your eyes light up and nod excitedly at the older boy, he lets out another laugh and ruffles your hair.

“alright then, pup.”

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HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE’S WILL II: AFTERMATH

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN #3 —

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Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader, (Platonic) Avengers x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N at the bottom!

WORD COUNT — 4.5k

READER DISCRETION — Fluff ending after a hard journey — slightly sad but it's comforting — brief mention of passed relatives — implied sex (fade to black style) — minor alcohol consumption — slight profanity slip.

PREVIOUS COLUMNS — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II

SUMMARY — The battle was won and so begins the time to heal. You return to Alaska to have some time away, to take in the home you had once lost and you've come to your decision. When Wanda shows up with the team, you finally reveal to Wanda the special bond you both share. you will tell her that she is your mate. And of course, someone had to bring the red ball along...

ONE MONTH LATER

Fury had informed you that the Hydra resurgence operatives were apprehended during your recovery. The base was destroyed along with any weaponised supplies and what remained of the pack was unknown for the most part. Most likely moved on when they saw the state of their former alpha. A second warning wasn’t needed.

True leadership was the betterment for the pack. You did for the pack as they did for you. It was not a matter of power dynamics, but respect. Packs were built through blood and loyalty: you were bound as family.

You would do anything for family for one reason: love. You never understood your father’s lessons back then but now you finally did. You sat atop one of the taller hillsides that overlooked the valley; your territory. The evening wind blew gusts of white across the snowy peaks in the far distance. Half the lake had begun to splinter, the dark water softly lapped at the still frozen half, the orange hue painting the sky reflected off its surface.

Your hair was swept by the oncoming breeze from behind. This was home. This was sanctuary. A place of peace and which, from the ashes, would arise with renewed strength. New memories. You’d recovered quite a bit from your wounds but a little more time was required before your next assessment and your go-ahead into the field. No one was risking putting you on the front lines anytime before then.

Your hand fiddled with the little trinket you’d found in the locked room when you began to clear it out, and put things back where they belong. Deep in your thoughts, the wind howled a low and long note.

Your head lifted slightly as your ears strained to hear something behind you. Footsteps crunching in the snow. You turned to look but saw nothing and your brows furrowed hard. The world suddenly slowed around you and any outside sound became muffled.

“I’m sorry I ran away,” you sighed in defeat, shoulders sagged as the burden was slowly lifted. “No,” your father said as he sat beside you, “I’m the one who should be sorry. It wasn’t right what I said. I never meant what I said.”

Your breath froze in your lungs when his hand pressed against your wounded shoulder. Tears pricked in your vision. “I was scared you were going down that wrong path again, Y/N. I wanted to make sure you would pull through it - that you would be safe - before I passed on. I should have been more… understanding.”

You finally exhaled the iced over air caged in your chest. Your father - the former alpha - so instilled in the ways Mother Nature made him out to be, sniffled and broke into a sob. It was the first time you saw that headstrong demeanour crack.

Who knew ghosts could weep and mourn the sorrows of their regrets after they were gone?

“But I was wrong about you.” His hand patted your shoulder. You looked at him and he gave you that nod of approval you’d spent years chasing. “You learnt what it truly means to be part of a pack. And I was wrong to think that bloodline was the only source such loyalty - such love - could be born from.”

“I learnt from the best,” you said, voice crackling slightly under the pressure of your own tears. He smiled with a shake of his head.

“But you’re far better than I. Braver than I ever could be. You surrendered yourself without fear to protect them. You always have. Mistaken for recklessness; you’ve a heart of pure wolf. You define Mother Nature’s intended protector. A leader.”

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. The familiar scent of pine blended together with his signature musk, but you could smell one more thing.

The one rare scent a wolf could ever smell. It was often said that a werewolf would only smell it during three points in their life. It was like when people said that water has no taste. But when blindfolded, they would know it was water because they could taste it.

That was what spirit smelt like.

Your father stood up from your side. “I’m proud of you, Y/N. I’m proud of the person you’ve come to be. To embrace who you are, no matter how else anyone perceives you.”

“Thank you, Father,” you said with a bow of your head. You watched him wander back to the treeline, your mother and siblings waiting for him there. “Oh,” he mused as he shot you a wink, “don’t shy out on her this time.”

You smirked. “I won’t.”

You found yourself waving at the barren treeline as the world resumed around you, eyes red from the tears that streamed down your cheeks but you weren’t stricken by grief or guilt any longer. You were smiling. You were done running.

“Home. A wolf calls this home.”

The sun had fallen over Alaska’s horizon and the orange curtain with it. The inkling of Northern lights danced across the blue and black sky, but the moon was bright and full. Your eyes were radiant in their excited glow as the Quinjet flew over the top of you, heading straight for the landing pad.

With a flick of your thumb, the trinket rolled in the air before gravity pulled it back down, you snatched it into the palm of your hand. Your gaze never wavered as the Quinjet’s ramp lowered with a hiss.

“Are you sure you want to go alone? You don’t want me to come with you?” Wanda asked from her spot, sitting cross legged on your bed as she helped pack some clothes for you.

You threw a smirk over your shoulder. “You just want to get into my pants.” She gasped and slapped a hand to her chest, mouth agape to feign shock. “Y/N M/N L/N, the scandal!” she laughed, “I dare say, it makes me wonder what else goes on in that mind of yours.”

You raised a brow as you looked back at her, that amber hue bright as ever.

‘You damn well know, Velvet Cupcake.’

‘Oh, do I ever.’

You both chuckled together and you grabbed a few pairs of pants from your drawers and brought them back to the bed. Wanda stood and placed a hand to your chest, halting you from packing. Your eyes moved from the delicate way her hand rested against your front, up her arm to her face. Her eyes didn’t meet yours, however, as you thought they would. “I’m going to miss you, Wolfie.” Her voice had lowered into a whisper, a sigh of disappointment not too far behind her words. Your good hand - as it could be - raised to tilt her fallen chin until her eyes found yours again.

“It’ll only be for a short while. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” Her arms looped around your neck as your arm circled her waist and held her firm to your front. She took care to not lean her weight on you, afraid she would agitate your wounds.

You didn’t really care much. You’d pull stitches fetching a stick she threw across New York’s busiest street during peak hour.

“And you’ll finally tell me what it is you keep avoiding to tell me? Because I’m not letting you off the hook, Wolfie.” Your lips stretch into a toothy grin, a silent chuckle laced in your throat. You nodded in assurance.“Yeah, I’ll tell you everything.”

“Promise?” she purred with dangerously pursed lips and a sharpened glare.

You nodded again slowly as you began to gently sway her side to side. “Meet me on the next full moon.”

She scoffed at this and rolled her eyes. “Where?”

You lean forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Trust me… you’ll know.”

Wanda pulled her arms to cover her chest as a particular chill ran down her spine, herself and the team exiting the Quinjet. She couldn’t help herself as her eyes coasted over the landscape in search of one thing.

You were all she could think about during the last month. Time was far too slow for her liking and she counted the days even the hours until she’d see you again.

“Looking for someone, Wanda?” Natasha asked with an all too knowing smirk as she walked down the ramp to join her. Wanda didn’t need to answer her, her chin tilted to the ground was answer enough for the ex-widow. “Funny to say this, but it feels good to be back,” said Clint with a small grin, carrying his and Natasha’s bags down the trail towards the lodge.

“Y/N said it was a beautiful place,” Steve added with a shrug. Wanda stared up on the vacant hillside, gaze pulled there by a force unknown to her. She just knew you’d been there at some point recently.

“Come on, Wanda. Let’s get settled in.” Sam curled an arm around her shoulders and led her after the others. The walk felt peaceful down to the house. No looming threats of an attack, no distant howls that haunted the valley like a dark cloud.

The lights were on when the team arrived in anticipation for their arrival. They wandered up the porch and entered, Wanda however, paused before she could fully commit to the first step. Her eyes turned towards the thicket of woods around them.

You were waiting for her. Her eyes shimmered with a scarlet hue. “I’ll meet you guys inside,” she said to the others. “I have somewhere to be.”

“Gonna go and find the pup?” Tony asked, his eyes flickered up when he heard something rustle in the bushes somewhere in between the cluster of pines. She nodded, the act all too eager, as her fingers laced together. “They wanted to meet with me. They… want to tell me something.”

Natasha waved her off, encouraging her to do what she felt she needed to with a smile. “Just be back in time for dinner, alright?” Wanda nodded again and when the team walked inside, she turned and made for the pier. Something was pulling her there.

The lake was beautiful from where she stood at the end of the pier. She understood your love for the spot. How comforted you looked when she saw you standing watch, arms folded over your chest and leaned against one of the posts.

Anxiously, she waited for some form of sign of you as she stood there, silently. She wouldn’t allow doubt to intrude on your promise to her.

‘I told you you’d know.’

Wanda turned fast on her heel. Her relief in her anxious smile pulled her lips into a toothy grin, the corners of her eyes glistened at the sight of you. Your fur gently swept along with the wind as you stood proudly on the other end of the pier. Your head lifted a little higher until the radiant colour of scarlet in your wolfish eyes was visible. Slowly, you advanced towards her. She admired you for your strength to carry yourself despite the scars that marked your body and would for years to come.

They were part of your legacy; a battle hard fought to protect your pack. A trophy that outranked any hunter’s prized quarry. Nothing could ever garner more admiration and respect than bearing the marks of war. Because it showed they had the strength to keep fighting even when their body was so close to giving in.

Wanda felt the pull of that ethereal thread tug her closer. She advanced towards you, her mouth agape as her eyes misted over. You stood on your hind legs and your body shifted back, your arms spread wide open as Wanda pushed herself into a jog. She practically threw herself into your embrace as her arms looped around your torso. “Wolfie,” she sniffled, “I missed you so much.”

You ran a hand along her back as a way of comforting her, your other cradled her jaw with a tenderness reserved only for her. You leaned your forehead against hers with a sigh as her rose scent filled your nose, you failed to subtly nuzzle your nose into her hair. “I missed you too,” you drawled quietly against her head.

She pulled her chin away that had been tucked against your chest to gaze up at you. Your own met her there already, the same vibrant red glowed in your eyes. She’d admit you looked mesmerising - intimidating - with those coloured eyes. But nothing could conceal the hint of amber behind them; flaming coals that burnt with such passion and fire. Unbridled and unmatched ferocity.

You took her face in your grasp and your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip. “You’re my mate, Wanda.”

“W-what?” she asked with knitted brows and the adorable scrunch of her nose. You huffed faintly in amusement. “You’ve felt the bond yourself. You’ve felt it - even just an inkling of it - since the last full moon. When I fell into the ruins, the thread of our tie were under threat of severing…”

Your voice quivered as it fell silent. The realisation dawned on you both again that your strength had almost given in. The soulmate tie almost plucked loose with your very close demise. It was why Wanda had shrieked your name with such anguish, such vigour it compelled you to keep fighting. “Even now, you knew to meet me on the pier.” You let a hand drop from her face to grab hold of one of her wrists. You brought her hand to rest over your heartbeat. Like waves, something pulsed beneath the steady rate of your heart.

“The dread that I had the entire time you weren’t awake, while Helen and Bruce worked to bring you back, I… I felt like I was drowning. Suffocating and when you awoke I broke free from that. I felt like I could breathe again.”

You nodded. An accurate description many mated couples expressed in stories of their own experience. “You and I, Mother Nature intended us to be for each other. But… I-I’ll understand if you don’t–”

She pressed a finger to your lips and silenced you completely with a small whimper. She swore if you were in your other form, your ears would be folded back so far they would be lost to the thickness of your winter coat. She shook her head with a smile.

“I know what it is like to feel alone. To feel rejected. And I promise you that I want this bond. I want you; both the wolf and the human. Every part of you Mother Nature intended to be mine. I want it.”

The wolf retreated back into the depths of your very soul to make way for you. Two different sides, but still very much intertwined. It was a balancing act but each of you shared the common interest; the betterment and safety of your pack and your mate.

“You accept?” you asked, you tried to fight the growth of anxiety and excitement. She giggled. “I accept it with all that I am.”

You pulled her lips to yours without another moment to spare. Her body flush against yours as you held her to you by her waist. Your thumbs danced over the fabric of her coat. Her nails scratched along your scalp to deepen the kiss. You bit down on her lip and she moaned. Your tongue met hers in the intimate entanglement you shared under the silver full moon, bathing the two of you in her light.

When air became thin and nearly nonexistent in your lungs were you forced to withdraw from each other's heated kiss. “Getting wild again?” you chuckled with a click of your tongue. She had a mind not to shove you off the pier. “Unlike someone else,” she cooed with a hot breath beating against your neck. You whined at her insinuation.

‘Touché.’

She stepped around you with her hands in yours, she began to drag you back towards the house. “The others are excited to see you, and Natasha wants us in for dinner.”

You didn’t budge, however, and Wanda was forced to stop when she realised you weren’t going to follow. Her brows furrowed as a ghost of a frown made itself present. “Wait a moment, I… I have something for you.”

Damn it, you were going shy on her. You reached a hand to scratch behind your neck. Wanda’s body slowly moved back towards you to bridge the gap between you both. She tilted her head and damn it all, if she wasn’t so adorable. She had that effect on you. “What is it, Wolfie?”

“I…” Your sentence trailed off on the single word as courage deflated. You shook your head and stepped forward. “I’ll save it for later.” Her eyes were pressing you with that quizzical glare. “I promise. Come on, let’s head inside the den.”

After dinner, the cluster of you all gathered around in the lounge room. Familiar faces from the mission and those who stayed behind at the compound finally took the venture to see the beautiful snowy slopes of Alaska.

“Come on, I never got to see them! Please, just one? Just one and I’ll stop asking, I swear,” Peter pleaded with his best attempt at puppy eyes, he was jeered at by the others, each of them told him to leave you be. They didn’t want you to get your back up because of peer pressure. Though you couldn’t miss the curiosity that some of the others themselves were guilty of. They just wouldn’t ask while it was still all a fresh ordeal.

You raised a hand up to bring order to the argumentative group. “It’s alright,” you assured them. Wanda shifted beside you as you moved to pull the neck of your shirt down to reveal the marred flesh of your shoulder. Peter’s face was beyond priceless, eyes wider than any full moon you’d seen and jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Holy sh–”

Steve pointed at the teenager accusingly with a firm raise of his brow. “Language.”

Peter, after regaining his composure, looked back to you. “That alpha did that to you?”

“Yep,” you answered with a nod, “All the way down my back too. Didn’t feel particularly nice either.” Wanda’s fingers soothingly ran through the length of your hair. She wasn’t shy about showing a strong level of affection, the matter of relationship between you both was silent but in the air. Where exactly you were with each other wasn’t spoken and known by account on the others, but there was no argument about it. It just felt natural, especially now that you’d told her the truth.

You knew what you were to each other and that’s all that mattered. Natasha couldn’t help but pull Wanda aside during dinner to speak with her privately when she saw you both enter the house, your arm wrapped around her waist and pulled into your side. And the look she’d given you both after that was all the more evident Wanda confided in her the new foundation of your relationship together.

“It’s good to see what you’ve done with the place, Y/N,” Steve said from his spot on the couch. His blue eyes scanned the walls that were once bare of anything besides the odd abstract canvas of art, now a host to frames of people he never knew personally; but through you he could pinpoint what trait belonged to either your father and mother’s side.

“Thanks, Cap.” Your head turned up to view the sill of the lit hearth. The most treasured frames adorned their space once more. However the wall above the fireplace was bare. It needed something to fill that space. You knew exactly what. “It means a lot to me to have you all here. I want you guys to consider this place as a sanctuary, if you ever need to get away for a while. This is as much your home as it is mine.”

Slowly, one by one, your packmates nodded in gratitude. In your first few months with the Avengers, you had a bit of a reputation of being unable to share space without getting territorial. A minor and nasty habit at that. But you worked hard to break out of it. You wanted to share your space with those you saw as your family. “Thank you, Y/N.” Natasha smiled at you and raised her beer. The same brand you couldn’t drink without getting an upset stomach. “To Wolfie,” she announced and the rest of them joined in raising their bottles and glasses alike. “To Wolfie!”

You gave a bow of your head with a wave to fend off their antics. You looked to Wanda but you were pulled away from her by that one, single and very familiar thump.

Thump.

First your eyes and then your head followed suit. Up and down.

‘Ball.’

“Oh boy,” a few of your teammates chuckled, all amused by the sight of your fixation on the red ball Tony bounced. He looked up as if he didn’t recognise he’d caused the commotion. “Oh yeah, this,” he held the ball up, “I thought we could finally put that theory to the test.”

The ball flew towards you, pulled from Tony’s hand by Wanda’s magic tinged fingertips. She caught it easily and smirked, her eyes found yours. “But first, I think we’re owed a game of fetch.”

“I get the first throw!” barked Sam immediately as he darted up from his seat, racing to the front door, his beer discarded without a second thought. He really was dedicated to getting that throw you denied him. Everyone followed after the enthusiastic bird boy and promptly dressed themselves for the cold. Tony held a manner of professionalism as he swaggered by, his hand snatched his coat off the rack and pulled it over his shoulders.

“Come on, Mate.” Wanda cooed playfully, the singular word made your spine tingle from the way her accent tinted voice said to lowly in your ear.

Your paws crunched through the snow with great ease as you bounded after the ball, your movements fluent and natural in this environment. Sam had a very good throwing hand.

Cheers and applause came from behind you as you bit down on the ball tucked between your hot, panting jaws. Your tail wagged madly and your front bowed slightly.

“Bring it here! Come on!” You sprinted back towards Sam, eager for another throw that would have you halfway across the half frozen lake. You dropped the ball into his awaiting hand with a rasped, high pitched growl and your jaws snapped together as he feigned to make the throw; obviously teasing you.

“Go get it!” He shouted as he put all momentum behind his throw. You bolted after it in the blink of an eye. Indeed, the wolf could travel faster than red.

When you returned, Wanda was next to retrieve the ball. Your breath came in hot, ragged and fast puffs. “We should head inside, it’s getting late.”

Although there was a chorus of disappointed groans and pouts, Wanda assured them all that tomorrow they could play fetch all day long, if you were up for it of course. Your head bowed a few times with a snort, the team understood that you were in agreement with that idea.

Organising the sleeping arrangements was quite the carnival, but ultimately you and Wanda shared the master bedroom again. She changed into a similar style as she did the last time, an oversized shirt - one she had stolen from your stash - and a pair of panties.

You now had free reign to let your eyes take in her form from head to toe, but a deep flush still bled into your neck and cheeks, your fluster made Wanda chuckle. The adorable and yet frightening alpha, her wolf and her mate.

You pressed your forehead to her stomach when she stood before you, her hand found purchase in your hair again to massage your scalp. She knew your weak spot for head rubs was the small dip right near the juncture where your skull and neck met.

You grumbled deeply when her fingers found that spot. “You’re too sweet on me,” you mumbled, not intentionally meaning for her to hear, but she lifted your chin so your eyes could meet.

“Because you deserve it.” Her hands slipped down past your neck until they rested on your shoulders. Her body slightly arched forward as she tilted her chin down. Her state penetrated through the barrier of your mind.

‘And because I love you.’

Your brows raised and she saw your pupils shrink in response. Did you hear her correctly? What were you thinking, you’d never been bad for hearing. She confessed that she loved you.

Your hands ran up the back of her thighs and gripped her by her hips. “And I love you, Wanda Maximoff.”

She hummed and leaned down, her plump and soft lips ghosted over yours. She teasingly let the pink tip of her tongue press against your top lip. Your grip on her hips tightened a little.

“Don’t tease,” you rasped lowly, that dangerous glow marked the wolf’s return. She continued to ignore the warning. She was testing the big wolf before her, how much she could get away with, as your mate.

“Or what?”

You flipped her over, your legs on either side of her and your hands pinned her wrists above her head. Your canines were longer now as you growled.

“Or the beast comes out,” you answered and Wanda shimmied her hips playfully from beneath you. Purposefully. She had you right where she wanted you from your first night together.

“And maybe I want that.” With a roll of her hips, Wanda Maximoff sealed her fate with Mother Nature’s finest killer when she pulled her stolen, oversized shirt up and over her head.

Sunlight beamed in through the glass panel of the window, the idea to draw the curtains to block out the invasive light completely forgotten after last night. Wanda took the liberty of using you as her bed, her hair a little razzled and the scent of your climaxes only faint in the morning air.

The blanket was pooled at the middle of her back, the rest of her body had you to keep her warm. Your hand absentmindedly ran up and down the column of her spine, your breaths even and slow. You heard her mumble softly beneath an exhale, her face calm and untroubled. She had everything she could want in that moment as did you. Seven years on the run had put you in a state that shut you off from everything and left you bitter because of the fear that one day Hydra would find you again.

Had you followed orders… you didn’t want to think about where you would be now. But that didn’t matter anymore. No one was ever going to tear you away from your mate or your pack. You were with them to the end of the line.

Your other hand securely held the small trinket you’d saved, elegantly sliding along the golden chain. You decided to let Wanda sleep for a little while longer before you presented to her your most promising gift. Your everlasting vow that you would forever be by her side; come what may.

THE END.

A/N — And there you have it, the finale of Habits of Mother Nature's Will. We've reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has shown their love and interest in this "trilogy". Truly, I appreciate it. More stuff to come, Babbies! Okay I'm just gonna... go back up to my treehouse now... bayy.

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sky-kiss · 7 months

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At this point I'm gonna need to make a binder/scrapbook with your fics and little stickers of Raphael, Joi and heart shapes.

May I please request a bathing drabble? Maybe with Tav and Raph in his Devil's Den room and he takes a bath not caring if she joins. And she does join and omg wait that feels nice Tav, what else those hands do?

Okay sorry I'm done. Enjoy writing the Geralt bath scene with RaphxTav!

In truth, he ought to have returned to the House of Hope hours prior. The debtors have had free reign of the place for the past fortnight, overseen only by Korilla on her occasional return and Haarlep more frequently.

If he's being honest, the prospect is horrifying. And yet, despite the existential dread that stems from his incubus dictating the new status quo in his Home, Raphael lingers on the prime material plane. His centuries of living fade, leaving him grappling with a near-boyish excitement. All his years of planning and expectation are coming to a close. Tav and her friends will deliver the crown. He will assume his place as the rightful ruler of the hells, an archdevil in truth. Everything will be as it should, and the anticipation chases a thrill down his spine.

So, he lingers in the Devil’s Den, surrounded by his mortal trinkets and silence. The contract is not signed, not yet, but that will change shortly. And he has a moment to simply exist. He cannot remember the last time he indulged. More than a century, at least.

The devil lounges in his pool, head tipped back against the side. Rose petals float on the surface of the overheated water, already in the process of wilting. They are lovely little things, scenting the air so sweetly, fading like the mortal lives that cross his threshold. He finds it a pretty analogy, poetically suited for his situation. Raphael closes his eyes. The images that greet him are pleasing for the first time in so long. He imagines Tav, a flush in her cheeks, dipping her head in deference as she offers the crown. He imagines his Lord Father, falling to one knee before him. Mephistopheles will admit he was wrong in his estimations, so wrong; his son has become so much more than his blood might have entailed.

He’s so lost in the fantasy that he doesn’t hear her enter. Unlike the other suites, the door to the Den is always unlocked. His wards threaded through the door, the flooring, and every inch of the building, and so he’s never felt the need. It's the true duality of a devil: ever cautious and never willing to turn away potential business.

Tav clears her throat. If she expects some sort of embarrassment at his nudity, she’s picked the wrong devil. He cracks one open to spare her a look and then shuts it. Raphael feels her gaze sweep over him, lingering on the expanse of his chest and his thighs.

“Yes?” he drags the word out.

To his surprise, his mouse does not recoil or flee in the face of his nudity. Tav crouches near the pool's edge, reaches out, and smooths a wet string of hair away from his forehead. Her nails tickled across his skin, bordering on gentle. “It appears I’m intruding.”

“Oh, my dear. You could never.” The devil grins. Raphael plucks a scarlet-colored washcloth from a bowl of scented water and holds it out to her. “Come. Make yourself useful.”

Her lips curl in that delicious way, a touch of defiance but never enough. She crouches by the edge, fingers curling around his wrist instead of taking the cloth. “I wanted to discuss business.”

“And I am more than amiable. But…” he indicates his state of undress. “Needs/must. Let this be a compromise. Business and pleasure.” It’s the second word chasing a poorly hidden shiver through her. Tav purses her lips. She takes the rag and tips his head back. Raphael clucks his tongue. “No, no, none of that prudery. It shall go far more pleasantly for both of us if only,” he snaps his fingers. It’s an admittedly dirty trick, toeing the line of outright manipulation, but the cambion has always been a bold player in the great game. He doesn’t strip her nude; that would be cheating. Instead, he trades her pragmatic leathers for a gauzy little number. Entirely sheer when it hits the water, but semantics are everything in his line of work. She’s still clothed.

And she fits so sweetly between his spread legs. Tav blinks at him, disoriented at the shift in positioning and temperature. Ever selfish, he traces the elegant line of her neck. “There,” he purrs. “Isn’t this preferable, mouse?”

“Ass.” The hint of color is too high in her cheeks to blame the water.

He chuckles, drumming a lazy beat against her shoulder. “Language. If you don’t watch that tongue, I’ll find another use for it.” Her eyes flare. She is a delightful little creature, his Tav. Raphael dips her hand in the water before moving it to his chest. “Now. The matter at hand. Speak as you work.”

She watches the rag's path across his skin, water sluicing down the exposed muscle. He’s softer in this body than his true form, a man securely in his middle-age, but he’s taken great pains to balance age and beauty. Muscle remains, though less defined, and the smattering of hair across his chest is more pronounced. Tav’s free hand comes up, pressing her palm flat against his sternum. She curls her fingers in the hair and presses them flat again.

Raphael arches a brow. “Your business, dear. Unless you’d prefer to table it?”

“Apologies. I…” Tav shakes her head. The fabric of her new gown drifts on the water; quite an angelic image, if he does so say, quite lovely. She steps closer. Bold or stupid, she considers their positioning a moment longer before seating herself on his right thigh. “The contract. I said I’d consider it and I have.”

She says this while sliding her hand back into his hair, nails scraping over his scalp, tugging lightly. It feels better than he wants to admit. “And have you reached a decision?”

“I have.” He can hear the damnable little creature's pleasure. Nails skate down his neck, over his shoulders, back down to his heart, and then the circuit repeats. She scrubs at a nonexistent smear of dirt on his bicep. “I do believe we’ll find our own way through. No deal.”

“What!?”

Tav laughs. She hooks an arm around his neck to keep him from dislodging her from her seat when he stands. She holds up a placating hand. “Teasing! I’m teasing! You said we were friends now? And friends…” She chews her lower lip. He has half a mind to drag her back to the house and toss her to the jailor. She pushes his chest, leads him into a seated position, and resumes her task. “It’s becoming increasingly obvious I can’t trust the Emperor.”

“Yes. Any idiot might have seen as much.”

“Don’t be prickly, devil. I’m on your side.” Tav sighs. “I’ll sign the contract. Better the devil you know and all that.”

“How rarely forward thinking of you, pet.” She makes a face. One that says she intends to argue. Raphael cuts her off in the simplest way. He traces her lower lip with his thumb, heated from the water. Her tongue flicks out instinctually, just a little thing, to taste his skin. “We’ll celebrate this illustrious partnership, mouse. But first…finish your task.”

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cherubiyeon · 9 months

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kiss goodnight | newjeans danielle marsh x gender neutral reader

the three times danielle wondered about the collision of your lips against hers, and that one time she made it real.

✩ warnings. non!idol au, high school!au, established relationship, heavy fluff, mentions of food, tad bit of jealous danielle

✩ word count. ~4.5k words

✩ playing. kiss goodnight [i don't know how but they found me]

as the school's annual cherry blossom festival embraced the campus in a tender embrace of pink petals, y/n and danielle strolled hand in hand through the enchanting scene. laughter, music, and the sweet scent of blossoms drifted through the air, setting the stage for a day of joy and connection.

y/n's laughter was a melody that resonated in the air, and danielle found herself captivated by the way y/n's eyes lit up like stars on a clear night. their fingers intertwined, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of each other's presence. the soft petals rained down, brushing against their skin like the gentlest caress.

y/n's eyes lit up with the kind of excitement that could rival a child's on christmas morning. with a gentle nudge, they pointed out another stall adorned with an assortment of colorful trinkets. "oh, look at that one! they have those adorable handmade keychains i told you about."

danielle's laughter bubbled forth, a symphony of joy that painted the air with warmth. "you and your keychains," she remarked, her voice a comforting embrace. "is there any festival you've attended where you haven't scoured every nook and cranny for them?"

y/n's grin stretched from ear to ear, a radiant display of their uncontainable delight. "nope," they admitted, their eyes twinkling with mirth. "not a single one. keychains are my ultimate weakness; i can't resist their charm."

a sea of vibrant keychains lay before them, each one capturing a different shade of their shared day. as their fingers brushed against one another, an electric warmth sparked between them, leaving a lingering sensation that buzzed like a whispered secret.

with each new keychain, y/n's excitement was palpable, their joy like a magnet that drew danielle closer. "hey, look at this one!" they exclaimed, their voice laced with an enthusiasm that was positively contagious. in their hand dangled a keychain shaped like a delicate cherry blossom, a nod to the very festival that surrounded them. "it's like a souvenir from today."

danielle leaned in, her shoulder grazing y/n's as they examined the tiny trinket. "it's cute, just like you," she whispered, her words carrying a warmth that transcended the playful banter.

a hint of pink tinged y/n's cheeks, like the blush of dawn spreading across the horizon. their eyes shimmered with unfiltered delight, a telltale sign of the happiness that danced just beneath the surface. "are you trying to make me blush?" they teased, their voice light as a feather.

danielle's laughter was a soft echo of the love that filled her heart. "maybe. but it's the truth." with a tender smile, she allowed herself to bask in the moment, her heart swelling with the simplicity of their connection. in these exchanges, in the brush of their fingers and the laughter they shared, she found a world where they could just be—where they could create memories as delicate and cherished as the blossoms that surrounded them.

y/n's eyes widened as they spotted a stall adorned with a colorful array of mouthwatering treats. "oh, look over there!" they exclaimed, pointing while grinning at danielle. "they've got an amazing selection of food. i've heard their caramel-glazed pastries are to die for."

danielle's curiosity was piqued, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "caramel, huh? well, we definitely can't miss out on that."

they weaved their way through the crowd, finally reaching the stall that promised a taste of heaven. the intoxicating aroma of various dishes filled the air, mingling with the delicate smell of cherry blossoms. danielle's eyes scanned the choices, her mouth watering at the thought of savoring something sweet.

after a brief discussion, they settled on a platter of the much-anticipated caramel-glazed pastries. as danielle handed over the coins and received the plate in return, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest as y/n pulls her by the wrist to a bench.

sitting at a nearby bench, they shared the platter between them, their fingers brushing as they passed it back and forth. as y/n took a bite, a small glint of mischief danced in danielle's eyes. she watched with careful observation, the corner of her lips twitching into a knowing smile.

the delicate caramel glaze clung to y/n's lips, glistening like liquid gold under the sunlight. the sight transfixed danielle, her eyes tracing the curve of y/n's mouth, a tiny detail that melted danielle's heart the way the caramel pastry melted on y/n's tongue.

unseen by anyone but herself, danielle froze in place, her very being tethered to the image before her. her mind spun like a whirlwind, thoughts colliding in a delightful chaos. it was a sight so simple yet utterly captivating—a single moment that held the potential to change everything.

the idea bloomed within her mind like a flower in spring, a thought so vivid and captivating that it took her breath away. she imagined what it would be like to lean in, to bridge the space between them, and let their lips meet in a tender, stolen kiss—a kiss that would taste like the sweetness of the festival itself.

in an instant, the world around her blurred as her thoughts were consumed by a single, captivating idea—kissing y/n right there, under the blossoms, amidst the beauty of the festival. the image played out like a vivid dream, their lips meeting in a tender, stolen kiss that held all the unspoken affection between them.

with a deep breath, she inched closer, her heart urging her to seize the moment, to let her feelings be known. but just as she leaned in, her courage faltered. the vision of kissing y/n was electrifying, but it was also daunting, a step into the unknown.

in a sudden burst of nervous energy, she reached out, her fingers brushing against y/n's lips as she gently wiped away the lingering glaze. it was a fleeting touch, but it spoke volumes—a gesture that held a truth she wasn't yet ready to vocalize.

y/n blinked, the moment catching them off guard, confusion briefly clouding their eyes. "did i get something on my lips?" they asked, a touch of innocence in their voice.

danielle's heart raced, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. she managed a small, awkward smile, her words coming out in a gentle stumble. "uh, yeah, just a little glaze. don't want you walking around with caramel lips."

y/n's brow furrowed in confusion, their eyes widening when danielle's thumb brushed against the corner of their mouth, sweeping away the lingering glaze. as danielle leaned back, she couldn't help but admire the way y/n's lips glistened, like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

"thanks," y/n said, their voice soft as their gaze met danielle's. there was a certain tenderness in their expression, a silent connection that seemed to bridge the gap between them.

the spell of the moment was broken, but danielle's heart still raced with the truth that lingered in the air. she had come so close to bridging that gap, to making her feelings known, but the words had escaped her.

but as swiftly as the idea had taken root, reality snapped back into place. y/n's voice, like a gentle breeze, carried through the air, their excitement contagious. "hey, have you seen that stall over there? let's go check it out!"

danielle blinked, the spell of her thoughts broken by the smile that appeared on y/n's lips. she managed to summon a smile, her heart a tumultuous sea of emotions. "sure thing," she replied, her voice carrying a touch of warmth that was reserved just for y/n.

as they wandered between the stalls, y/n remained oblivious to the whirlwind of thoughts in danielle's mind, the tender excitement that hung in the air like a shared secret. amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms, danielle found herself wondering if, perhaps, those petals might someday hold the memory of the first kiss she had dreamt of—a kiss that would mark the start of their beautiful journey, wrapped in the gentle embrace of the blossoms that had witnessed it all.

in the cozy home economics classroom, y/n and minji, a fellow classmate, found themselves in tandem, embarking on a baking adventure. together at a table adorned with ingredients, their movements seemed to synchronize effortlessly. across from them, danielle had been paired with another student, but her eyes involuntarily wandered to y/n and minji now and then.

from her seat at the neighboring table, danielle couldn't resist stealing glances in their direction, a gentle tinge of envy brushing her heart. however, she didn't allow this emotion to disrupt her own partnership. she shared smiles with her partner and made sure they stayed on track with their own batch of cookies.

as the inviting scent of baked treats filled the air, minji's methodical approach stood out. her actions flowed like a practiced dance, each move purposeful and precise. "y/n, could you grab the chocolate chips?" minji's request held an unwavering focus, as if she was conducting a culinary orchestra.

y/n, always eager to contribute, swiftly rose from their chair and headed to the designated cupboard. however, a moment of confusion befell them as they discovered the cupboard was surprisingly bare. a flicker of concern crossed their face as they turned back to minji, a hint of uncertainty shadowing their expression.

unbeknownst to y/n, danielle caught the fleeting worry in their eyes. with a subtle gesture, she reached into her own stash, retrieving a small container of chocolate chips, and subtly slid it towards y/n, all while pretending to adjust her apron.

minji glanced up, a hint of bemusement playing on her features. "what's taking so long, y/n?"

y/n's voice trembled slightly as they managed a sheepish grin. "looks like we're out of chocolate chips, minji."

minji's eyebrows arched, a mix of surprise and consideration evident. she was just about to suggest an alternative when y/n's face lit up with realization. they turned back to the cupboard, spotting the small container of chocolate chips that danielle had cleverly provided.

regaining their confidence, y/n retrieved the chocolate chips and returned to their spot, a renewed sense of assurance in their demeanor. "found them!"

a half-smile tugged at the corner of minji's lips, a blend of amusement and intrigue gleaming in her eyes. "resourceful move, y/n. nice save."

"maybe i need glasses, huh?" the playful jest was their way of brushing off any embarrassment, fostering a sense of togetherness that seemed woven into the very essence of the room.

back to danielle, she found herself chuckling as she overheard a particularly amusing remark from y/n and minji's lively conversation. their banter was a melody that filled the room, and danielle couldn't help but be captivated by the way y/n's laughter danced in the air.

continuing to work on their own batch of cookies, danielle and her partner shared a bond of their own, but her attention kept drifting to y/n, like a magnet drawn to their energy. her eyes followed y/n's every move, her heart warming at the sight of y/n's enthusiasm.

but then, as if on cue, y/n performed a seemingly ordinary action that ignited an extraordinary reaction within danielle. the sight of y/n delicately licking a bit of frosting off their finger had an unexpectedly profound impact on her. it was a gesture that held a tenderness and vulnerability that resonated deeply within danielle's heart. as she watched, time seemed to slow, and the world around her dimmed in comparison to the ethereal image before her.

in that fleeting moment, danielle's mind embarked on a journey of its own. memories intertwined with dreams, and she found herself vividly recalling the day they had spent together amidst the cherry blossoms. the memory of y/n's laughter, the soft breeze that carried the delicate scent of petals, and the way y/n's eyes had shimmered with an iridescent warmth—all of it rushed back to her like a cherished melody.

during that date, as y/n had bitten into a delectable dessert, leaving a delicate glaze on their lips, danielle had experienced a similar sensation. the sight had kindled a fire of curiosity and desire within her, and her thoughts had wandered to the taste of those lips—the lips that now bore a trace of frosting.

caught between the present and the past, danielle felt the warmth of y/n's presence wrap around her like a cozy blanket. it was a feeling she couldn't quite put into words, a sensation that whispered of the beginnings of something extraordinary.

in the midst of her reverie, danielle's fingers slipped, and a bit more sugar than intended found its way into the mix. the sound of her partner's amused chuckle snapped her back to reality, and she offered an apologetic smile. "guess my mind wandered a bit," she confessed, laughter dancing in her eyes.

as she continued to work on their cookies, danielle couldn't help but steal glances at y/n every now and then. she had a feeling that this day would be etched in her memory, just like the cherry blossom festival had been—a series of moments that pushes her to have the courage to maybe, just maybe— feel your lips against hers.

in the serene ambiance of the school library, y/n and danielle found themselves immersed in a world of hushed conversations and the soft rustling of pages. y/n's animated voice danced through the air as they shared the latest gossip, their words a tapestry of intrigue and amusement.

"and you won't believe what happened next," y/n exclaimed, leaning in close to danielle, their faces just inches apart. "hyejin actually confronted him about the rumor, right there in the cafeteria!"

danielle's lips curved into a smile as she leaned in slightly, captivated by the story unfolding before her. "no way! what did jiwon say?"

y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "well, he turned all shades of red, stuttered for a bit, and then finally admitted that the rumor was true!"

danielle's laughter mingled with y/n's, the shared amusement creating an unspoken connection between them. "oh my gosh, that's insane!"

y/n's voice was a captivating melody, each word crafting an image of the gossip they were sharing. however, as their tale swirled through the air, the resonance of their voice faded for danielle, her gaze gravitating toward the delicate curve of y/n's lips. thoughts of her own little thoughts flickered to life, painting her lips with a shy, unspoken smile that only she could understand.

while the gossip y/n recounted held its own allure, it became background noise to the symphony of emotions coursing through danielle's mind. the flutter of her heart, the warmth that seemed to emanate from within—it all centered around the idea of y/n's lips meeting her own in a soft, stolen kiss.

"can you believe that?" y/n's voice brought danielle back to the present, the story now complete. "and i thought it was just a stupid rumor!"

danielle found herself caught in a tender reverie as she watched y/n laugh to herself. she imagined what it would be like to bridge the small gap between them, to let her fingers brush against y/n's cheek before their lips met in a delicate, stolen kiss. it was a dream she had indulged in more times than she could count, a fantasy that warmed her heart whenever it resurfaced.

with a self-deprecating chuckle, y/n confessed, "well, that's probably more interesting than the history notes i'm supposed to be reading."

danielle's laughter joined y/n's, a warm resonance that carried a shared understanding. "i'd say that's a good break from studying. but you still have time to refocus, don't worry."

y/n nodded, determination shining in their eyes, accompanied by a hint of blush. "you're right. i need to get back to actually studying. thanks for being my break, though."

between y/n's nod of determination and their admission of being sidetracked by the story, danielle felt her heart flutter in the most delightful way. it was the effect of being so close to y/n, their shared laughter and intimate conversation weaving an invisible thread that tugged at her emotions.

reality gradually seeped back in as y/n's laughter fades to a face of realization. with a rueful smile, y/n admitted, "i got so caught up in that story that i haven't done any actual studying."

danielle chuckled softly, her gaze meeting y/n's with an understanding twinkle. "seriously? well, you should study now."

y/n nodded, their expression a mix of determination and mild embarrassment. "definitely. i should get back to studying before the next period starts."

as y/n returned to their books and notes, danielle felt a quiet sense of resolve settle within her. she watched y/n's profile, their concentration etched on their features, and made a promise to herself. the next time her mind wandered to the thought of kissing y/n, she wouldn't let it slip away. the courage she had been gathering would be put to good use, she determined, letting the anticipation of that next stolen moment fill her heart.

in the ambiance of danielle's room, the soft lamplight cast a gentle, golden glow that illuminated the space around them. amidst scattered textbooks and notes, the calmness of the moment was interrupted by the undeniable presence of y/n's sweet smile as they doodle on their notes. it was as if their smile was a ray of sunshine, capable of dispelling any shadows that lingered in the corners of the room. danielle couldn't help but feel drawn to that radiant warmth, her gaze involuntarily fixated on the curve of y/n's lips.

y/n's concern broke through the quietude, their voice a soft melody that seemed attuned to danielle's heart. "hey, everything okay?" they inquired, their brows furrowed with genuine worry. the question hung in the air like a delicate thread, tethering the two of them in a shared moment of concern.

she found herself reflexively denying any trouble, her words slipping out like an automatic response. "oh, it's nothing, really. just a bit... spaced out, i guess." danielle attempted a reassuring smile, but there was no masking the distant look that had clouded her eyes.

y/n's gaze held a mixture of skepticism and care, their perceptive eyes seeming to unravel the layers she tried to hide. "spaced out?" they echoed, their voice a gentle prompt for her to elaborate.

with a faint chuckle, danielle shook her head, her tone a blend of bemusement and honesty. "yeah, i know, it sounds strange. i just can't seem to focus, even though i'm here to study."

a playful glint danced in y/n's eyes, a hint of mischief accompanied by a genuine smile. "i've got an idea," they announced, their voice carrying the suggestion like a gentle breeze that swayed the air around them. their gaze held a sense of playful challenge, as if they were extending an invitation into a world of shared secrets.

intrigued, danielle couldn't help but offer a quirk of her eyebrow. "oh? what kind of idea?"

y/n's smile widened, their tone a mixture of playfulness and excitement. "how about this: if you can manage to focus on studying for the next thirty minutes, there's a reward waiting for you."

'the proposal hung in the air like a secret shared between conspirators, igniting a spark of curiosity within danielle. the simplicity of the challenge stirred a sense of anticipation within her, a fluttering of excitement that settled in the pit of her stomach. could the reward be something more than what it seemed? the idea danced at the edge of her thoughts, teasing her with its possibility.

their shared laughter seemed to intertwine with the very air around them, forming an unspoken agreement that bound them in their shared endeavor. "you're on," danielle responded, her voice carrying a touch of determination, her mind already starting to race with anticipation.

y/n's eyes sparkled with approval, their gaze a reflection of their unwavering belief in her abilities. "i knew you'd be up for it." their words seemed to hold an additional layer of meaning, as if they were acknowledging the unspoken challenge that had been set between them. danielle's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the reward she hoped for was within reach.

determination surged within danielle, her fingers moving across the pages of her textbook with newfound purpose. she was resolute, her gaze steady as she immersed herself in the task at hand. throughout those minutes, she could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, each passing second drawing her closer to the promise that awaited her.

as the minutes flowed by, danielle's concentration remained steadfast, but the magnetic pull of y/n's presence was inescapable. each stolen glance exchanged between them, each shared smile, felt like a secret communication that transcended words. it was a dance of souls, a silent dialogue that existed only in their shared moments, and with every stolen glance, the anticipation within danielle grew.

finally, the time was up, marked by the gentle chime of the clock. y/n's voice, like a soft whisper, broke through the serenity of the room. "danielle, close your eyes."

danielle's heartbeat quickened, her pulse becoming a thunderous rhythm in her ears. with her heart racing, she obediently closed her eyes, her other senses heightened in the absence of sight. she stayed perfectly still, every nerve on edge as she waited for the imminent collision of their lips.

y/n's hands gently found hers, fingers intertwining in a tender embrace. danielle's heart pounded even harder, the sensation of y/n's touch sending electrifying shivers down her spine. with each passing moment, her flustered state seemed to intensify, her emotions a tempest within her chest.

then, a small object was placed in the center of her hand. her fingers instinctively curled around it, her heart fluttering with uncertainty. what was it that y/n had given her? slowly, hesitantly, she opened her hand, her eyes still closed.

"tada!" y/n's voice was a playful exclamation, accompanied by the sound of their laughter. "open your eyes, danielle."

with a mixture of curiosity and a touch of trepidation, danielle's eyelids fluttered open. her gaze was met with the sight of her palm, and the small object nestled within. a candy—her favorite candy, to be precise. the sweetness of the gesture did not escape her, and she mustered a smile, albeit one that felt somewhat forced.

y/n's expression was a mixture of hope and enthusiasm, their eyes searching danielle's for a reaction. despite her racing heart and the whirlwind of emotions within her, danielle managed to respond, her voice gentle and grateful. "thank you, y/n."

y/n's gaze flickered toward the clock, their brows furrowing in realization that time had slipped away. the late hour was a reminder that responsibilities awaited outside of the cozy studying session they had experienced. "i should probably head home," they murmured, their voice tinged with reluctance.

as y/n began gathering their textbooks and belongings, danielle's gaze lingered on them, a soft sigh escaping her lips. her fingers absentmindedly unwrapped the candy y/n had given her, her thoughts churning in a sea of uncertainty. she was torn between the promise she had made to herself—to summon the courage for a kiss—and the fear that seemed to grip her heart whenever she considered crossing that boundary.

y/n's words continued to flow, a gentle stream of conversation that painted the room with familiarity. danielle watched, her thoughts a whirlwind of contemplation, as y/n shouldered their bag and prepared to leave. the "goodnight" that y/n offered seemed to hang in the air like a lingering melody.

but then, as y/n turned to walk away, an impulse surged within danielle. she couldn't let this opportunity slip away, not when her heart beat so loudly in her chest. "wait!" the word burst forth, a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air.

y/n paused, their eyes widening with surprise and concern. before they could even utter a question, danielle's arms were around them, pulling them into a tight hug. the warmth of y/n's body pressed against hers, their heartbeats seemingly synchronized in that moment.

"i... i don't want to let this chance slip away," danielle's words tumbled out in a rush, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "i've been thinking about this for so long, and i've promised myself to be brave. y/n, i..." she hesitated for a split second, her heart racing as she forged ahead, "can we kiss... goodnight?"

in that charged moment, the weight of danielle's confession hung palpably in the air, each word carrying the depth of her emotions. the very air seemed to hold its breath, as if the room itself acknowledged the gravity of what was transpiring between them. it was as though the universe conspired to create a space for their truth to be shared.

y/n's eyes remained locked with danielle's, their gaze unwavering even as surprise and uncertainty danced within their depths. danielle could see the gears turning in y/n's mind, the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that painted an intricate tapestry on their expressive face. she held her breath, her heartbeat a thunderous echo in her ears, as she awaited their response.

and then, like the gradual bloom of a flower bathed in sunlight, a slow, tender smile graced y/n's lips. it was a smile that seemed to radiate understanding and affection, a silent acknowledgment of the courage it took for danielle to bare her heart. their gaze softened, the walls that had once separated them now crumbling away to reveal a connection that had been quietly growing between them all along.

"i was hoping you'd ask," y/n's voice was a hushed whisper, a melodic admission that carried with it the warmth of their unspoken feelings. it was as if their words were a gentle embrace, encircling danielle's heart with the reassurance that she wasn't alone in her desires.

in that fleeting moment, the barriers that had held them back dissolved, and the distance that had once separated them felt like a trivial detail in the grand tapestry of their connection. danielle's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and exhilaration, her gaze locked with y/n's as if they were sharing an intimate secret that the world would never fully understand.

and then, as if guided by an invisible force that had been waiting for this very moment, their lips met in a kiss that felt like a revelation. it was a kiss that held the promise of all the unspoken words, all the stolen glances, and all the shared moments that had led them to this precipice. their lips moved against each other's with a tenderness that defied the weight of the world, a delicate dance that spoke of newfound intimacy.

as they pulled away, y/n's eyes sparkled with a mixture of affection and amusement. "worth the wait?" they teased.

danielle's cheeks flushed, and she nodded, her heart singing with newfound joy. "definitely."

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 days

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If I may add my two cents about the Coral Sea thing

I think the cities that are closer to the surface and in brighter areas, like the city with the museum Yuu and co went to, are much safer and less deadly since they are tourist heavy spots and well, you don't want to scare off tourism income. They aren't perfectly safe of course, but safer. And I think those areas are also heavily influenced by human/beastman culture and preferences (*cough* also beauty standards *cough*)

And the cities that are deeper down, with little to no tourists from up above, are much less serene and a lot more dangerous. The culture of "kill or be killed" is much more prevalent, but there is still a societal structure.

[Referencing this post!]

Yeah, I think that’s a fair view that considers both perspectives while also still adhering to the general “rules” of the TWST world (ie there is a degree of real-world logic in how cultures develop).

This take would also make sense when put alongside in-game lore dropped about coastal areas and relations improving ever since the mermaid princess and human prince’s union. According yo Floyd’s Beach Wear vignettes, merpeople sometimes emerge from the sea and do trade with stores and businesses set up near them. A lot of these areas developed kind of a “touristy” culture themselves and sell food, land accessories, and souvenirs for merpeople to take home with them. (The twins’ parents even partake in this!) Land creatures like humans gain profit from this tourism and merpeople get to know more about another world. That means that not only does land culture have its ways of spreading and influencing the merpeople, but the merpeople also have ways of influencing how land culture changes too. This reciprocal, “goes both ways” relationship is indicative of how cultures irl influence one another through their interactions. It’s very interesting to think about!!

The proximity to land probably also plays a role in how the different areas of the Coral Sea are shaped. The photic zones are closer and hove more “direct” access to new ideas. Meanwhile, the benthic zones are farther away, so it’s more difficult for land influence to trickle down there since it’s a challenge to meet with and learn directly from those same land creatures. Maybe a human drops a trinket all the way to the bottom of the sea and a merperson picks it up + wonders about it, but that’s basically the full extent of the exchange. A merperson would have to be curious and actively go out of their way to learn and be a “part of that world”, as it were, such as via the land boot camp program or going up to explore the shoreline themselves.

But of course, even if the dangers in the immediate area increase (thus forcing adaptation to this harsher environment), that doesn’t make the merpeople in one area “less civilized” than those in another area, humans, beastmen, or fae. Merpeople are still people, and they have their humanity and their own social structures and civilizations, regardless of photic, benthic, or what have you.

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deepouterspacecandy · 17 days

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Weathering the Storm

Okay, so the requests for angst or a fight with Abby have been rather prevalent. I hear you loud and clear. I truly enjoy writing pieces for all of you. But also, I don’t view Abby as the girl who is going to fight with you or land herself in a toxic relationship, so that’s not what this is. If anything, I think Abby is the girl who shows you what genuine, safe love is. It’s normal to tackle big emotions when you’re integrating someone into your life, but I don’t want to perpetrate unhealthy dynamics for my fellow lesbians. You're worthy of a love that doesn’t leave you feeling lost and lonely, and it’s out there. I swear.

Alas, here’s my interpretation of your first big spat with Abigail Anderson in a post-apocalyptic world. 18+ only, light angst, sexual themes.

Your first official fight with Abby feels awful, like a steely punch to the gut. You’ve squabbled and debated over trivial things in the past, but this conflict feels more substantial. It’s beginning to fester into a nauseating and distressing ache in your stomach that serves as a meager reward for feeling frustrated and guilty.

But here’s the thing—surely, it’s only natural to feel upset with her given what you’ve been told. So why then, does it feel like a dark, looming cloud hanging overhead? Maybe the ultimate challenge is in navigating the delicate equilibrium between your triggers and your trust in her.

As you process your emotions, you find temporary relief by immersing yourself in work, fully aware that she is employing the same coping mechanism somewhere beyond the walls of the stadium.

It would be reassuring if she were on the FOB, ensuring her safety and giving you peace of mind, but truthfully, Abby is a highly sensitive girl who becomes immensely distraught whenever she senses instability in her surroundings. Drawing on her inherent instincts, she leans heavily into the role of being useful, which eases the threat of her life coming undone.

You are gentle with that aspect of her because you understand her struggle to be vulnerable.

It feels dreadful to be avoiding her like this, and it’s impossible to shake off the discomfort. But the scale of what transpired feels too enormous to dismiss, and you are at a loss on how to bring your emotions to the surface without everything collapsing.

With the blanket she knitted for you wrapped tightly around your shoulders, you reread the same page of your book a dozen times. You feel a strong desire to numb the sharp shards of glass piercing your stomach, the very place where warm flutters usually stir. The ache of Abby’s absence eclipses the original cause of your sorrow, leaving you feeling empty and lost.

When a knock at the door shatters your brooding thoughts, you toss your book onto the coffee table. The idea of dragging yourself off the couch to answer it feels overwhelming, your energy drained.

With a sudden click, the lock turns and Abby steps into your apartment. Her shoulders slump, as if weighed down by the assumption of your hesitancy to welcome her. After shutting the door, she leans on it, fidgeting with her keyring.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” she asks.

Nodding at her, you sit up on the couch, curling your arms around your knees.

With a clink, Abby drops the small lanyard into a trinket dish on the kitchen counter. After six months of subtle hints and coy smiles, it took a mere two weeks of dating for her to swipe the key to your place, and you were more than happy to surrender it to her.

“How’d everything go on your run?” you ask.

A half shrug lifts her broad shoulders, while her eyes deliberately evade yours, exposing her discomfort.

“You remember that old mall?” she asks. Engrossed in her thoughts, she chews on her lower lip. “We finally cleared it today.”

“That’s good,” you say. “Stalkers have been running the place for years. It’s about time new management stepped in.”

Abby puffs a soft laugh, her bittersweet chuckle implying she doesn’t feel deserving of finding your jokes humorous. Her face carries such a profound sadness that it pulls the strings of your heart tight, urging you to rewind time.

“I found something for you, but I left it at my place,” she explains. “I didn’t want you to think I was trying to grease your palm or anything.”

“Well, I’m not above bribes,” you tease, hoping to smooth the furrowed lines on her forehead. “I’ve always been a fan of your gifts.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Abby asks, choked with emotion.

Her question is a thunderous brick to your chest, stripping you of breath. It wasn’t a notion that had crossed your mind, but as the hours dragged on, you were anxious about her perceiving it as a thought you were mulling over.

“Is that what you want?”

“Can I be honest?” Abby sniffs.

She’s hugging herself so tightly that you’re concerned about her blood flow. Fear grips your heart, leaving your mouth parched as you struggle to swallow.

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

You pat the spot next to you on the couch, and Abby eagerly shuffles closer, her footsteps soft against the carpet. The rug, carefully wrapped in a protective sleeve when you found it, was a surprising discovery on your most recent run together.

The way she unraveled you on it, after it arrived at your door, is a memory that will always stay with you.

When Abby takes a seat beside you, the weight of her body sinks into the cushion and creates a magnetic pull that draws you closer. Her initial apprehension fades as she gently touches your socked toes, her hands instinctively wrapping around them to provide warmth.

“Out of everyone in this fucked up world, you’re the one I can’t bear to lose,” she says. “But I know sometimes I’ll mess up and it sucks because I’m crazy about you.”

“I’m crazy about you, too,” you say.

“I can’t stand letting you down.”

“Yeah—I hear you there. I feel the same.”

Her hair falls across her face, and you reach out to tuck it behind her ear. She leans into your hand, savouring the gentle gesture.

“I’m sorry for making you doubt me like this. I promise there is absolutely nothing for you to worry about.”

“It’s just that everyone’s talking, you know? It’s a lot of gossip, but it still hurts.”

Reflecting on the day that woman arrived, you can’t help but recall her doe eyes raking over Abby, as if she hung the moon and all its stars.

Which she absolutely does—but only for you.

You two have been through this before, watching as crushes come and go.

Each week, the stadium welcomes a constant influx of new civilians and soldiers, captivating affection-starved humans with the beauty inside. Once people realize that the two of you are already in a committed relationship, they tend to respect the boundaries.

This woman gets under your skin in a way no one else ever has.

“It should’ve come from me,” Abby says. “I feel so bad you found out the way you did. Can I tell you what really happened?”

The pad of her thumb finds your ankle, tracing circles around the delicate bone.

“I want you to hear it from me this time,” she continues.

“Alright,” you say. “Shoot.”

She recounts the party at Manny’s last weekend.

It was the only event that you two hadn’t attended together since you officially became a couple. At first, you didn’t have any concerns because Abby has consistently been dependable in her communication with you.

Manny wanted to throw a wild bash to help everyone blow off steam after a nerve-wracking mission, and you wanted her to enjoy the breather. If you hadn’t been so exhausted the week leading up to it, the bass-heavy music and infectious laughter of your friends would’ve invigorated you—Abby playfully bouncing you on her knee to the rhythmic beat the way she always does.

Instead, it was someone else vying for the empty spot on Abby’s lap.

“She got pretty wasted, like—all over the place drunk. Near the end, she was hitting on everything that moved, basically.”

“Okay. And that included you at some point?”

“It took me a minute to notice, but yes. She tried to make a move.”

A hot, prickling sensation coils like a bitter serpent in the pit of your stomach, impossible to suppress.

“God, Abby. And you still walked her home after? I can’t understand that.”

Your attempt to keep your emotions in check proves futile as tears sting the rims of your eyes, threatening to spill over. The moment you sniffle against them, her gaze immediately locks onto you.

“Please don’t cry,” Abby whispers. Using the sleeve of her shirt, she dabs away the moisture staining your lashes. “Nothing happened. I swear on your life.”

“Did you think about hooking up with her?”

“Fuck no,” Abby says. “I would never, ever step out on you.”

When she clasps your hand, it’s with a firm grip, as though she’s afraid you might slip through her fingers.

“She was all over Manny, and his new girl was getting really pissed off. Like, she was a total mess, and no one wanted to deal with it. Before shit went down, I got her out of there. But she isn’t my responsibility and I realize that now.”

Mulling over her narrative, you’re convinced beyond any doubt that it’s truthful.

When something needs fixing, everyone instinctively turns to Abby. It has always been that way. She has adopted the duty of looking after her community and providing structure, and you deeply admire that quality in her.

There is a significant amount of pressure that accompanies the responsibility of being a protector. It would be nice if people cut her some slack from time to time.

Perhaps you could be the one to initiate it.

“You’re spoken for, Abby.”

“I know,” she says. “And I don’t take that for granted.”

“Maybe it goes without saying, but I’ll seriously fuck her up if she tries that shit again,” you warn. “I am not kidding, Abigail. Drunk or not, I don’t care.”

Sporting a mischievous grin, Abby bites down on the inside of her cheek. When she lets go of your hand to fidget with her own, you playfully nudge her.

“What?” you ask.

“I don’t hate this side of you.”

“Yeah, well, we better put the cork back on ‘cause things will get pretty real when I’m kicking her slutty ass all over town.”

“Copy that,” Abby smirks. “Putting the cork back on the crazy, pronto.”

She lifts her legs onto the couch to wrap the blanket around both of you. While she’s earnestly trying to convey the depth of her devotion to your relationship, she’s struggling to contain her laughter at your feistiness.

Her knees collide with yours, bringing back memories of the night she invited you over to watch a movie but couldn’t take her eyes off you long enough to pay attention to the screen.

That first kiss had such hunger and heat behind it that the recollection still makes your cheeks flush, her rough, curious hands keeping you breathless for hours.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Spill,” you say.

“You’ll always be my girl,” Abby says, tracing the curve of your spine with her fingertips. “I’ve known it from the start.”

“Well, I think the people may need a reminder,” you murmur.

You feel her velvet breath on the back of your hand as she kisses it. Tenderly, she pulls you onto her lap and nestles her face in your hair.

“Let’s give ‘em one.”

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the-fluff-piece · 10 months

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Hello! For your event, I would like to request, please! Its a mix of the rules I guess? I got inspired by the prompts, hope that's ok!

Gifting Law a coin he did not have - sweet fluff.

Thank you!

Hello Anon,

It's always ok to get inspired by the prompts, that is a great request, I had a lot of fun with it ❤

This is part of the follower milestone event

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A coin for your thoughts

You use your alone time with Law to give him your newest find: a very rare coin with a rich history. His infodump can only be stopped with lots of kisses!

Sweet, fluffy, comforting

You found it in an antique shop - a rusty, small coin with peculiar pictures on it. One side showed a single lighthouse and a banner reading "mist island", the other showed various scientific tools engulfed by swirling tendrils of smoke - or mist?

As you looked at it the clerk gave you short information about the heritage of the coin, confirming your suspicion: the island, said to be situated in the new world, is shrouded in a mysterious mist that never lifts. Scientists from the world government tried to research it, a city was built, people moved there.

But after about 10 years, everyone on the island vanished without a trace. This coin was really, really rare. You employed all your skills to check for its authenticity, and went to great lengths to get it at a good price - eventually settling for a trade where you gave up a souvenir from your journeys in exchange.

With a big smile, you returned to the Polar Tang - what would Law say to it? Will he like it? Will he recognise it? His knowledge of the coins and their stories was vast, surely he knew more about it than the clerk.

You waited all day until it was time to retire to your shared room. Law sat down on his desk to "just read a little bit more" as he promised, but he wouldn't get the chance. You had cleaned and polished the coin until it looked brand new and the copper and silver alloy showed its beautiful colours.

Standing behind him, you looked over his shoulder - anatomy. He read the same books again and again and never got sick of them. You watched him trace the line of a muscle on the page with his finger, letting him finish following the inked picture to its end. When he was done, he looked behind and smiled at you, just breathing your name as he always did to tell you he was now there for you.

Without a word, you slipped the small trinket onto the page and prepared for his reaction. His blue eyes widened and his whole face changed to that of a little boy who just got the present of his life. He created a small frame with his thumb and index finger to hold the small coin to the light of his desk lamp.

"Mist island!" His voice was not the deep and sensual velvet you were used to. Instead, he sounded more boyish, his voice a higher pitch and with a vivid inflection of happiness.

Turning around the silvery object in his long, nimble fingers, he watched the light play around the edged lines, his thumb regularly brushing over the surface to feel the smoothness of the coin and follow the small pictures on it. He spent a long time studying the swirling mist, doubtlessly feeling every detail with his sensitive finger tips.

His mouth stood open in a silent smile as you watched him lovingly, seeing how much joy your gift brought him.

"Ah!" A short noise escaped him. "An impurity!" He pointed to the smallest imperfection in the material.

"You know this happens when the temperature changes to fast in production" he explained to you for what must the millionth time. But you didn't mind, he just loved talking about alloys and metal production. It was heralding the spill of information that was to follow.

Law pushed the chair back from the desk and collected you onto his lap, putting his arms around you so that you two were looking at the coin together. He rested his chin on your shoulder and pressed his cheek to your face. His beard tickled you as he spoke:

"The island was a scientific research centre to lift the mystery of the mist!" He explained close to your ear in his best nerd-voice, leaving a second to chuckle at his expert joke. He held up the side of the coin with the curling mist.

"Because the mist never lifted, it never even got thinner, the island was shrouded in darkness all day, all year. It was unusually thick. The lighthouse" - he turned the coin around - "was the strongest the marine ever built, but it could hardly penetrate the thick soup. Many ships broke on the perilous coast. The great marine scientist Prof Voltan tried to get to the bottom of it all and he vanished alongside his crew of scientists and all the inhabitants of the island in one night. The speculations are outlandish!" He laughed.

"There were even rumours about pre-existing structures on the island, full of unknown symbols and pictures..." his voice trailed off.

"But that's all nonsense!" He concluded, although he couldn't hide a bit of excitement in his voice. He was so adorable when he nerded about his interests. You couldn't help but to kiss his cheek and he smiled, but he didn't stop talking.

"You know they used a special tool to catch and analyse the mist" he explained, not letting your kisses down his jaw distract him. You turned around on his lap to straddle him and reach his kissable areas more easily.

He continued his lesson: "they called it the nebuloscope! It sucked in the mist" your mouth made a sucking sound as you worked on the soft skin of his neck " and the great problem was to build a container from where it couldn't..." he couldn't end the sentence, since you nibbled at the soft patch of skin on his neck that made him loose his mind without fail.

"It couldn't...i mean the couldn't...it wasnt...", he tried to continue a few more times but failed, his speech slurred into a pant.

"Babe stop that..." he panted as you mercilessly held his skin between your lips. However, you were in a good mood and stopped, for him.

He exhaled and shifted beneath you, as his little nerd brain whipped him to tell you even more of the island mystery: "the coin itself is made from ore found on the island, it's not exactly common silver and copper." You let him explain for a short while before kissing trails down his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt.

He leaned back with his brows creased and a whimper, and continued to dump all the info in his head onto you.

"The ore...had strange properties...marine...tried to harvest it...but..." the small movements you made with your hips seemed to steal the blood from his head and you opened his shirt to marvel at your boyfriend's chest. His eyes were pressed close as he struggled for control. He knew he would eventually lose but he held on bravely. He was just trying to get into iron smelting as you pressed soft kisses to his mouth, stopping the flow of words gently.

He put the coin on his desk and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to carry you to the bed. As he laid you down and came to rest next to you, he began to repay the favour, nibbling on you ear.

"Thank you babe, I love you" he whispered into your ear and stopped talking for the night as he cuddled you happily. The rest of his speech would come tomorrow at breakfast .

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This one was really fun and inspiring to me. Maybe Law and y/n will find a misty island one day and have a spooky mystery adventure?

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waitimcomingtoo · 11 months

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Part Of Your World ~ p.p

chapter seven: those poor unfortunate souls

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Being a human got easier with each passing day. Instead of going to school with Peter, he took the week off to spend time with you. He took you sightseeing to all the major New York attractions. Your bad memories of your first day as a human were replaced with happy memories of getting to see all the places you once were limited to looking at from beneath the surface. Peter took you to every park, garden, food truck, and farmers market he could find. And you loved every minute of it. You never thought about your old life or the ocean anymore. You only thought of the next thing you’d get to learn about or experience.

You managed to get through an entire month of being a human with nothing but happy days and nights to show for it. One day, you were exploring a new part of the city with Peter when you saw a boardwalk. It looked over the ocean and had concession stands lining it with handmaids clothes and different trinkets. You tugged Peters hand towards it and started to browse. Peter held your hand and rested his chin on your shoulder while you looked at some handmaids jewelry. A Jade ring caught your eyes and you picked it up to admire the pendant on top.

“My little mermaid.” The seller said, making your heart stop. You dropped the ring and looked at him to see him smiling back at you.

“My mother made this. They’re very popular, especially with young girls. See the little mermaid she carved?” The seller explained as he picked up the ring. You realized the pendant was a carving of a little mermaid sitting on a rock. The green of the jade reminded you of your tail and for the first time in a month, you missed the ocean. The seller saw the way you were looking at the ring and felt pity for you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked, and you nodded.

“I’ve always believed in mermaids. I’ve never seen one, but I know I’ve heard their songs. My mother said she used to hear the same mermaid year after year singing on the same rock out in the middle of the ocean. She even caught a glimpse of her once. That’s when she started making these rings. For that little mermaid with the sad song.” The seller explained. You thought about the rock you always used to sit on, the very rock you saved Peters life on. You were always so careful, but you wondered if this man’s mother had ever seen you on one of your trips to the surface. You looked into the man’s eyes and smiled warmly at him before handing the ring back.

“You don’t have a lot to say, do you?” He asked. You shook your head and gestured to your throat to let him know you had no voice. A crashing wave behind you caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder at the sea in the distance. A tear came to your eye as you remembered your home and the people you grew up with. You suddenly felt the ring sliding on your finger and looked back at the seller.

“Take it. It’s yours. The little mermaid for the little lady.” He told you. You broke into a smile and signed “thank you” the way Peter had shown you. He winked at you and you wondered if this man somehow knew your secret.

“Wow. Look at the sunset.” Peter said, drawing your attention back to the shoreline. You went over to the railing that overlooked the beach and watched the sun beginning to dip beneath the horizon. The waves crashing into the shore was the only sound as a cool summer breeze lifted your hair off your face. You felt an urge to jump over the railing and run into the inviting waters. You tugged on Peters shirt and pointed down to the shore with urgency.

“Really? You want to walk on the beach?” Peter gulped. You nodded eagerly and started to climb the railing.

“But the sun is setting. It’s probably freezing.” He warned as he tried to stop you. You waved your hand and jumped over the railing onto the beach just below. You then looked to Peter and waved him to follow. He reluctantly climbed over the railing as he desperately tried to think of how to keep you away from the water.

“I don’t think this is such a good idea. There’s no lifeguard. We’re not even supposed to be down here.” He said as he stepped between you and the crashing waves so that they couldn’t touch you. You were still walking on the dry sand so he was safe so far. You walked down the shore together with two completely different mindsets. You were peaceful and felt at home with the ocean right beside you. Peter was a nervous wreck watching every wave lap the shoreline and praying it wouldn’t touch you.

“Okay. We saw the water. We should probably head back up now.” Peter said once his anxiety grew to be too much. But since you had no idea what would happen if you touched the water, you took your sandals off and dropped them in the sand.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked nervously as you walked towards the water. Time stood still as your bare foot lifted off the ground and moved towards the approached water.

“Wait, don’t-“ Peter cried out, but it was too late. Your foot was submerged in the ocean water for less than a second before your knees buckled beneath you. You cried out in pain and felt your legs burning together to form your shimmering green tail. You fell to the floor and lifted your dress to see your worst nightmare.

“Peter?” Your voice shook as you looked up at him.

“Hey, your voice.” He realized. “You can talk again.”

“Peter, what’s happening? Why is my tail back? What happened to my legs?” You cried out and gripped your tail in vain. You started to cry out of frustration and confusion as the water lapped over your body. Peter knelt down beside you and lifted your head up.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” He said soothingly as he rubbed your back.

“It’s not okay! How are you so calm? The spell didn’t work. My tail was never supposed to come back. We have to go find Mr. Doctor Strange. We need to tell him his spell is broken.” You said as you desperately tugged on Peters shirt. Peter gulped and looked away because he knew exactly how that conversation with Strange would go.

“Here. Let me dry you off.” Peter offered. He pulled you away from the water and took off his shirt to dry your tail off. Your legs reappeared in the sand and you both felt a sense of relief.

“Oh, thank God. Your legs came back. Now we don’t have to tell Strange.” Peter said with a suspiciously big smile. You looked at him curiously before pulling yourself back to the water and touching it with your fingertips. Just as you suspected, your tail reappeared under your dress.

“We still have to tell Dr. Strange. My tail was never supposed to come back. His spell was wrong.” You said and carefully watched Peters reaction.

“I’m sure it was just a fluke. Let’s get away from the water before it happens again.” Peter said and tried to pull you away from the sea. You pulled away from him and he froze.

“What’s wrong?” He played dumb.

“You thought I was going to change my mind about my tail, didn’t you?” You asked as you slowly looked from your tail into his eyes. Peter knew there was no point in lying now.

“Yeah, I did.” He admitted. “But after spending the last month with you on land, I now know you were absolutely right and you won’t change your mind.”

“You now know?” You narrowed your eyes. “You didn’t know before when I explicitly told you I wouldn’t change my mind?”

“Well, yeah, but…” Peter trailed off when he realized he had no defense.

“You didn’t believe me.” You said, mostly to yourself as you tried to process that the boy you loved had been lying to you about the most important thing in your life.

“It’s not that I didn’t believe you-“

“Don’t lie!” You cut him off.

“Honey, please just listen to me. I had a good reason for why I lied.” Peter said as he walked closer to you.

“You told him to cast a different spell. You lied to him about what I wanted.” You shouted and pushed yourself deeper into the water to get away from him.

“I’m sorry. But you weren’t thinking clearly. You were just trying to get back at your dad. I wanted to preserve your choice to go home one day.”

“But that was my choice. And you made it for me.” You said as tears of betrayal streamed down your face.

“I know. But I never thought it would take your voice.” Peter defended himself. Your face changed from disappointment to shocked as you realized what he had just said.

“You’re the reason I couldn’t speak?”

Peter opened his mouth to defend himself but this time, he was the one left speechless. You stared at him and willed him to say something. Anything. But Peter was silent.

“I don’t think I love you anymore.” You said without looking at him. Peter let out a breath of defeat and felt his eyes brim with tears.

“I didn’t know you ever did.” He said quietly.

“I can’t now. You’re one of the bad men.” You told him. With that, you pushed yourself off the shore and swam off into the sea.

“No!” Peter cried out and ran into the water after you. He got waist deep into the water before realizing there was no use. You were long gone by now and he had no way of finding you.

Peter trudged back to the tower after spending a full hour looking for you. He even swung back to the rock you saved him on to see if you would show up but you were nowhere to be found. It was pitch black out now and he knew he had no chance of finding you. He walked into the tower with his heads hung low and heard someone groan. Dr. Strange was sitting in the foyer and took one look at Peters wet clothes and knew what happened.

“She never knew about the saltwater clause, did she?”

“No.” Peter admitted.

“And you took her to the beach?”

“Yes.”

“And she missed her home?”

“Yes.”

“So she went in the water and realized you betrayed her?”

“Yes.”

“So you lied to the girl you love and the man trying to help you. How does that make sense?” Strange asked with obvious disappointment in his voice.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I didn’t think she’d ever want to go into the ocean again.”

“You mean you didn’t think she’d ever find out that you lied?” Strange raised an eyebrow, making Peter fall silent.

“I don’t know why you didn’t think she would want to go back to the sea at least once. That’s where the spell went wrong. You spoke for her against her will in order to get her legs. So the spell took her voice all together in exchange for being human.”

“I never expected that to happen.”

“I told you that it can get complicated when you mess with nature. There is always a trick when something seems too good to be true. All spells have consequences. She said she’d give anything to be human, so she had to give her voice. Because of you.”

Peter sat down and put his head in his hands to think about what he had done. He knew you hated the way your father spoke for you and made your decisions for you and he had just done the same. Peter thought back on the long month you spent without using your voice and wondered how many times he had spoken for you and you just had to silently put up with it.

“What do I do? How am I supposed to find her and make things right?” Peter asked desperately.

“I don’t think you can find her.” Strange shrugged. “You just have to hope she comes home and finds you.”

Meanwhile, you were back under the sea in your old home. You swam to your grotto for comfort but were harshly reminded that your father had destroyed your collection. You quickly swam away in case he came back looking for you and came upon an old ship wreck. Your father forbid you from ever swimming past it, but he wasn’t in charge of you anymore. You looked over your shoulder before swimming deeper into the sea to a place you’d never gone before. The water got colder and you saw less and less fish the further you swam. You reached a dark cave and saw purple lights flickering in the water. Out of curiosity, you swam into the cave but saw nothing. Thinking you were alone, you laid down on the cave floor and let yourself cry for your relationship ending. You had gotten used to the satisfaction of crying on land where tears could stream down your face to validate your emotions. But under the sea, you had no tears to cry.

“You poor, unfortunate soul.” A voice came from the darkness, making you jump and sit up.

“Who said that?” You asked. A glowing purple figure lit up in front of you and a mermaid swam out from the darkness. You gasped and swam back until your back hit the cave wall.

“A mermaid has no tears. Therefore, she suffers so much more.” The woman said as she swam towards you. The tips of her fingers were blackened with something you didn’t recognize so you stayed perfectly still as she reached out to wipe your eyes.

“Who are you?” You asked her. The woman smiled and cupped your face in one hand to make you look her in the eyes.

“Who cries for the little mermaid?” She asked through a pout. Your face crumbled and you shook your head sadly.

“Nobody.” You whispered. The woman smiled sadly and took your hand in hers.

“I see your sadness. I can feel your pain. I could take it away.” She told you.

“Who are you?” You asked again.

“Agatha.” She replied, making your blood run cold.

“Agatha? The sea witch?” You asked. You’d always heard stories of the sea witch who lived in the bottom of the ocean and liked it cause trouble between humans and merpeople.

“I am that very witch. Now, tell me. What’s wrong, my child?”

“I got my legs. But I had to give my voice.”

“You had to give it? Or was it taken?” She questioned, making your eyes darken.

“It was taken.”

“By whom?” She smiled like she already knew and swam closer.

“The boy I love. He spoke for me. He said I’d finally be able to make my own choices and then made them for me.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

“Like I had no control. It made me feel like my voice, my thoughts, my feelings, my opinions didn’t matter.” You said angrily.

“You had a lot to say, didn’t you?” Agatha asked you like she already knew.

“So much. So many questions and answers. But none of it came out.”

“Because of him?”

“Because of him.”

“You’re in luck, child. Magic is a talent I always have possessed. I can give you your voice back. And your legs. For a price.” Agatha said as she tilted your face towards her with one of her black stained fingers.

“What price?” You asked skeptically.

“You can never speak to the man who stole your voice again.” Agatha said simply.

“Never?”

“Ever. Are you prepared to make that sacrifice?” She raised an eyebrow. You looked away from her, unsure you could commit to her demands.

“What would happen if I spoke to him?”

“You’d be turned back into a mermaid. Forever.”

“I don’t know. I’m mad at Peter, but I don’t want to lose him forever.”

“Peter is just a boy. This is your life we’re speaking about. You’ll find hundreds of boys just like him. If not, better than him. Don’t waste this once in a lifetime opportunity on a mere human boy.”

“But I love that boy.” You said quietly.

“I lost the man I loved once. It didn’t kill me.” Agatha said coldly. You looked at her and frowned. She lived alone in a cave that even the fish didn’t swim to. She didn’t die, but her life wasn’t that great.

“The choice is yours.” Agatha shrugged when she sensed your hesitation.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to resist speaking to him. I want to make things right between us eventually. Please, miss Agatha. Is there anything else you can do?” You pleaded with her.

“I do have another option. One that will allow you to speak to him and keep your legs.” She said without looking at you.

“And my voice?” You hoped and swam closer to her.

“Of course. What’s a woman without her voice?”

“Then I choose that one.” You nodded eagerly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.” You said decidedly.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can trust such a fickle little girl.” Agatha sighed and swam away from you.

“Please help me. I’ll do anything.” You begged and swam after her.

“Anything?” She smiled and whipped around. You nodded your head and her smile grew.

“All right. Option two it is.” She replied and then started to move to fingers. She formed a purple ball with her hands that grew and enveloped you. The purple magic squeezed you so tightly that you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Your legs will be permanently if and only if…” Agatha trailed off as the sound of scissors cutting through paper filled your ears and you could feel your tail starting to separate.

“You kill the boy you love by the the sunset of the third day.”

“What?!” You screamed and tried to swim away.

“If you do not kill him by the third day, you will be turned into sea foam.” Agatha continued. “And you can never tell him of this deal or else you’ll turn to sea foam immediately. Forever apart of the sea.”

“I didn’t agree to that.” You protested.

“You just did.” She smiled wickedly as she swirled her hands around. A small knife with a pearl handle appeared in the water and floated into your hands. You opened your mouth to scream but only bubbles came out. Your legs then sprang free and you could no longer breathe under water. You grabbed your throat and started to swim out of the cave as fast as you could. Swimming was much harder without your tail.

“Swim! Hurry! Before you run out of breath.” Agatha called after you with a cackle. You swam as fast as you could towards the surface and felt yourself started to black out. You kicked your legs as hard as you could and just went your chest felt like it was going to explode, you broke through the surface.

Peter went back to Dr. Strange the day after you ran away with a new plan in mind. With no way of finding you on his own, he knew he needed magic to get you back.

“Strange, here me out-“

“Never again in my life will I do that.” Dr. Strange cut him off.

“Please? Just one more time. I need you to cast a spell that-“

“No. I’m not doing anymore magic for you. You broke my trust. No magic for you.” Strange cut him off again and walked away.

“Please, Strange? I love her. I have to make this right.” Peter pleaded as he followed him.

“I know you do. But you’re not gonna use magic to fix it. Magic can’t solve all your problems. It’s not…magic.”

“But it is.” Peter said pointedly.

“But I’m walking away.” Strange mocked his tone and left again. Peter let out a groan and walked away in defeat. He walked down the hallway of the tower and suddenly heard someone whispering his name.

“You there.”

Peter walked back and saw red lights glowing behind a door. He curiously opened it and found Wanda floating with her legs crossed.

“Me?” Peter asked and pointed to himself.

“Yes, you. Come closer.” Wanda said and the door behind Peter slammed shut. He shivered and reluctantly walked closer to Wanda.

“Your little mermaid. What happened to her?” Wanda questioned.

“She found out that I was the reason she had no voice. So she ran away. Or, swam away. From me.”

“Why would you make her choice for her if you knew what she really wanted?” Wanda frowned.

“I just wanted to protect her option to go home if she wanted to one day. I didn’t know lying to her would take her voice. I just didn’t want her to be stuck here forever if she one day decided she didn’t want this life anymore. You know, if she one day decided she didn’t want me anymore.”

Wanda was quiet for a moment as she looked at Peter. He reminded her of her son Billy for a moment, knowing he too made the wrong choice when trying to do the right thing.

“Your intentions were in the right place. But your execution was wrong.” Wanda said after a minute.

“I know. I feel so guilty. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Peter said, and Wanda believed him. She was quiet for a minute as she pondered what to do.

“I’m going to help you.” She decided.

“Really? You are?” Peter asked hopefully.

“You are going to make things right with her. You are going to apologize and mean it. Don’t just say you’re sorry, show her you’re sorry. My spell will do the rest.”

“What’s the rest?”

“All she needs to do to get her legs permanently is kiss you before the sun sets in three days time.”

“What is with you wizards and three days time?” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Peter said quickly.

“You will have three days to get her to kiss you. If you succeed, she will remain a human permanently. But you can’t tell her about it. It has to happen naturally or else the spell won’t work.” Wanda reiterated so Peter understood.

“That’s all I have to do? Get one kiss?”

“True loves kiss.” Wanda specified.

“But she hates me. And I don’t even know where she is.”

“She’ll come back.” Wanda assured him. “I hear she’s already on her way.”

“Back to me?”

“Back to you.” Wanda nodded. Peter stood up straighter and nodded his head.

“Deal.” He said and held out his hand. Wanda’s glowing red hand reached towards his and shook it. Peter felt his body warm up and then tingles went down his spine. He shook his body out and thanked Wanda before leaving. He walked out of the tower and headed towards the boardwalk he last saw you on in case you came back.

“Three days. I got this.” Peter said to himself as he walked. What he didn’t know is that you were on your way to the Avengers tower with the knife from Agatha hidden in your pocket. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached the tower, knowing what you’d have to do once you got there.

“Three days.” You said to yourself. “I got this.”

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Taken (part 2)

Cassian x reader

A/n: thank you all for your support with part 1! Here’s part 2 and I hope you enjoy 😊

Warnings: some angst and canon typical violence

This was not the escape you were hoping for. It felt like you had been crawling for hours through the passageway. It didn’t help that it was dark and was full of dust from being untouched for centuries. If it was this dirty there was no way Beron knew about it. He’d have spies crawling from room to room at all times if he did.

Keeping your left hand on the wall as you pushed yourself through the tight passage helped you focus. You couldn’t think about the throbbing in your cheek from the bruise Beron gave you. And you couldn’t think about your family risking themselves for you.

After what felt like another eternity of crawling through the unending darkness, your pointed ears picked up on voices. Their yelling is muffled by the thick walls. As you get closer you hear Beron berating his guard. They must’ve seen your empty cell. Cauldron, how long has it been? You wonder how many other secret doors you’ve passed.

Coming up to the hidden door you press your ear against it. The voices still muffled but clearer, “I’m going to kill him! How unaware can he fucking be?” “My lord -“

“No! Search for her now!” Before the guard can respond someone bursts through the door. “My lord.” “WHAT!” “They’re here.”

Beron sighs and silence follows for a long moment. Glass crashes and more silence. You could feel the tension through the wall. Even you were holding your breath, your body was taut, afraid to move in case Beron reached through the wall to grab you.

“They’re early,” he sighs. “Bring them to me in the throne room. I want their wings pinned to my walls and those Valkyries dead. Nothing is getting in my way, understand!” A unanimous ‘yes high lord’ sounded throughout the room.

They move out, Beron exiting first. The door closes and you lean on the wall, exhaling in relief. After counting to a hundred you push and push on the door. Like the door in the cell this one takes a few tries.

The door opens and you tumble out onto a carpeted floor. Looking around the large dimly lit room you realize it’s Beron’s office. Kneeling the carpet your eyes roam over the dark red and yellow-gold threads, the Vanserra family crest lays at the center.

Picking your head up you take in the many bookcase stocked from floor to ceiling. There were odd trinkets he had collected over the centuries, books old and new, some in pristine condition, others looked so frail that if you disturbed them they would fall apart.

Standing, you look behind you to his ornate oak desk with gleaming gold hardware lining its frame. The surface is covered in papers and open books, inkwells and various writing utensils.

Stalking over to the desk the strange symbols on one of the open pages of the center book catches your eye. You had never seen a language like this before. It couldn’t be a dialect of the old language, so you wrack your brain for where in Prythian something like this could be found.

It has to be valuable if Beron is acting this erratic. You move his chair back and something falls with a thud. Laying on the floor, and clearly torn through, is your work bag. “Bastard.” You whisper to yourself.

Searching through your bag you see nothing was taken. But a lot of your books were stuffed in. The guards who took you must’ve had orders from Beron to bring anything you’d need.

Thinking through your current situation your hands start to shake. Placing your hands on the desk to ground you, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You think of Nesta, Feyre, Elain, Mor, and the Valkyries. Rhys and Azriel who are like brothers to you, all risking themselves for you.

You think of Cassian. Your mate. The love of your life. He needs you to stay strong so he can hold you in his arms again. You need him to keep a level head. So you can kiss him again.

Exhaling, your eyes flutter open. Scanning the desk you stare daggers at the mysterious book. You know what you have to do.

You snatch up the book, stuffing it into your bag. As soon as the book is secure you hear footsteps echo down the hallway. Pushing the chair back in, you dart into the secret passage and pull the door shut. You don’t wait for whoever it is to enter before continuing your exploration of the miserable passageway.

Now that you know where you are in the Forest House, navigating yourself out should be easier.

———

Eris leads Rhys, Feyre, and Mor toward his fathers office. Rhys was fuming at what Eris had told him about Beron’s new find. Feyre and Mor trailed behind the two males as they approached the door.

Eris flings the door open to an empty office. Mor and Rhys relax from their fighting stances as Feyre walks across the threshold. The group follows. “I don’t know if he’s keeping it hidden but her bag should be behind the desk.” Eris says over his shoulder as he tears through the far wall bookcase.

Feyre walks over to the desk, Rhys keeping close to his mate while Mor looks over the back wall. Feyre pulls back the chair, crouching to find your familiar worn blue work bag. “It’s not here.” She announces to the group.

“Beron was clearly studying the book himself. Notes are left out on the desk and it looks like the book was here.” Rhys emphasizes his find by giving the empty space a hard time with his index finger.

Eris and Mor’s attention snaps to the High Lord and Lady. “What.” Eris whispers and clears the room in a few strides. His wide eyes roaming over his fathers desk. “He said he left it to the researchers.” The lordling whispered. Feyre’s eyes widened, “That’s why he took y/n! He wants her to translate it.”

Rhys reaches out to Cassian and Az in his mind, “Her bag and the book are gone.” Azriel is the first to respond, “Beron’s in the throne room. He’s pissed. I’m trying to find out what’s going on.”

“We need to get out of here. Find a different room to hunker down in.” Mor says, glancing between the trio by the desk and the door. They move out to find a safer room.

———

Cassian and Azriel stay hidden in a dark alcove, covered by Az’s shadows for extra protection. When Azriel’s shadows return to him their whispers are rushed. He looks to Cassian who is trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Cass,” he says barely above a whisper, “I need you to stay calm.” Cassian gives his brother a tight nod. “Y/n isn’t in a cell. And Beron’s guard can’t find her.” Cassian lets out a shaky breath.

On one hand Beron wasn’t torturing you, but on the other no one knew where you were. A straggling shadow flies back to Azriel’s shoulder. He leans his head down, his face pulling into a frown as the shadow tells Az about the dungeon and the guard. “She escaped.” Cassian went still. Looking at the shadowsinger. The ghost of a grin playing on his lips. “That’s my girl. Did you tell Rhys?”

Azriel’s eyes get that distant look in them when Rhys speaks mind-to-mind with them. “Told him. We need to get upstairs. Now.” The pair rush through the halls still covered by the shadows until they’re with the rest of the rescue squad.

Eris was in the middle of hashing out a new plan. The old one changed thanks to your impromptu escape. As he thinks about it, Cassian’s heart skips a beat. They don’t know how you escaped but Cassian knows it was probably a brilliant accident that you pulled from the back of your brain. He couldn’t wait to hear all about it. He was starting to have hope again.

“I have someone on his personal guard that’s loyal to me. I had him tip off the others the book is missing. He’ll know soon, but he’s unpredictable right now.” Azriel closes the door silently as he stares through the gap.

Joining the group everyone turns to Cassian. He’s noticeably less tense, but Rhys can still see how stressed his brother is. “Any updates?” They all turn to Eris. “My father knows the book is missing. All we can do is wait.”

Cassian didn’t like that answer. His hands curl into fists at his sides as he takes a deep breath. “I can’t just stand here and wait.” “Where else can we go Cass?” Rhys asks. He folds his arm across his chest leaning against the long meeting table in the center of the room as he continues, “We have to keep in mind that Beron knows we’re here. We can hide all we want but we have limited time before we make our move.”

Moments pass and a knock sounds at the door. Eris strides over as Azriel shields the group with his shadows. Eris opens the door a crack, “What.” He says flatly. The guards whisper too low for anyone else to hear.

He closes the door and Azriel drops his shield of darkness as Eris turns, his face paler than usual and nervous. Looking at Rhys he says, “He wants to see us.” Rhys nods slowly, “Are you ready?” “Yes.”

Rhys looks to Feyre, “Is there any chance you’ll stay here?” She raises an eyebrow at him, “Nope. You need me.” Rhys sighs but gives his mate an encouraging smile. “Nesta, Emery, and Az I want you to stay behind. The rest of us will head to the throne room but I’ll stay in contact.”

The rest file out of the room. Cassian brings up the rear, his heart beating faster and faster with each step he takes. He’s ready to help Eris take down his father. No one takes his mate and lives. No one.

———

You crawled and crawled and crawled. At this point it felt like you’d be crawling for eternity. Your bag was getting heavier and you wished you could just stand and drag it along. But you didn’t want to risk getting thrown back in a cell again.

You felt disgusting. Dust and dirt covered your dress, hands and face. You were coughing and your throat was dry. You had to get out of here or you were going to suffocate. You stopped, running your hand across the right wall in hopes of coming across another door.

Feeling the grimy stone wall you let out a joyous cry. You felt the cracks of a door. Letting your bag slip off your shoulder you pushed with all the strength you had left. Giving one final push you fall flat on your stomach, gasping and coughing for fresh air.

You heard footsteps approaching quickly and freeze. You hear Emery gasp and Nesta chuckle, hiding it with a cough. Lifting your head you stare at your three friends and stand. Pulling your bag out of the passage you huff. Turning back to your friends to say, “So…how’s the rescue going?” Azriel’s eyes go wide and Nest doesn’t bother to hide her cackle this time.

Azriel holds your shoulders gently, scanning your dirty form for injuries. He wipes the dirt away from your cheek, revealing the bruise Beron gave you. “You're hurt.” You shake your head no. “Are you ok? I-I have no words.” You look around the room and ask, “Where’s Cassian?”

———

The throne room was in all out chaos. Cassian was flying, sending out power from his siphons at guards trying to shoot him down. Eris and Beron battled in the center of the room, surrounded by fire. Rhys was beating back guards that were trying to stop him from helping Eris.

Mor was guarding Feyre as she took down guards across the room with arrows. Cassian landed next to Rhys, causing the room to shake and guards to stumble backward. One that remained charged at Rhys. Cassian moved in front of the male, punching him right in the face, grabbing him by the throat and throwing him backward into a group that just broke through the door.

Cassian looked at Rhys screaming at him to help Eris. Rhys jumped through the flames and began slashing with his dark sword. Cassian just wanted this to end. For Beron to be gone and to reunite with you.

After what felt like hours, Eris had won. The fire died along with Beron and an intense power shook through the room. Guards dropped their weapons and kneeled before Eris. Rhys bowed and the rest of the Inner Circle followed.

When guards who are still loyal to Beron were locked away and the hysteria died down, Eris thanked them for their help and told them they could leave and search for you.

Heading back to their hidden room a wave of exhaustion washes over Cassian. He wants to hold you. He’s ready to scream at this point. He won’t rest, or let anyone else for that matter, until he finds you.

Emery speaks up first, “Is it done?” “Yes, Beron is gone.” Feyre answers. Cassian’s eyes roam to Nesta who’s smiling and hiding a laugh behind her hand. She’s looking behind Az’s back. Was this all a joke to her?

“Why are you laughing, Nesta?” His tone was sharp. Nesta sends him a glare that would make a lesser male drop dead.

You walk out from behind Azriel, giving Cassian a wide smile. Your eyes water, leaving tear tracks in the grime on your face. He runs to you and you fling your arms around his broad shoulders.

Cassian lets out a sob and drops to his knees. He pulls you from the hug to cradle you to his chest. He looks down at you with a loving smile. “Found you.” You joke, your voice making your stuffy nose evident. He lets out a broken laugh. “Yeah, you did baby.” Rhys grabs Cassian’s shoulder and winnows you home.

When you look up again Cassian is setting you on your shared bed. Rhys was already gone. Cassian sits next to you, running a finger gently down your bruised cheek. “Oh baby. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. And I’m sorry I didn’t get you out sooner I-“ you cut him off by holding his face.

“Cass, I’m here. We’re together, it's ok.” He shakes his head. “You were taken from our home. I’m supposed to protect you.” Sadness took over his beautifully rugged face. “I know Cass. And I’m not going to lie to you, I was terrified the whole time. For you and me. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

You let yourself feel all the pent up emotions that you’ve pushed down over the last 12 plus hours. You start shaking and crying hard. Cassian holds you close to him, kissing your head and whispering sweet nothings.

You pull back from him, wiping at your still dirt covered face. Cassian rubs your head. “We don’t have to talk about it tonight, but I’d love to hear about your great escape.” You chuckle. “I’d love to take a bath. That secret passage was gross.”

Cassian’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head. “Secret passage?” You nod slowly. Standing up and stretching out your body. You hold your hand out for Cassian, turning shy for a moment. “Come with me?” He nods, walking with you toward a much needed hot bath.

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biscuitblinkeu · 4 months

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Oddly Entranced [3]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2352

ToSumUp: The king begins to put his plan in action. You take Rosie shopping.

A/N: I’m pretty excited to write the next chapter. Meant to post this yesterday. Was gonna write more to ACTUALLY end the chapter but I’ll save it for next ig

“…The surface. A place called New York.”

“The human word,” he stated, face settling into a mask of indifference, anger simmering beneath the surface. There was a low growl in his tone as he spoke, “She’s well aware the human world is forbidden— everyone knows that! I set specific rules and expect them to be followed.”

“Yes, humans are trouble. I’ve tried to tell that girl…”

There’s a silence, pain crossing the king's face for a moment. He’s realized no amount of threatening will stop that curiosity brewing in Rosé’s mind. No matter how many times he destroys her human-made trinkets or forbids her to observe the humans, she would not listen. She was too much like her mother. He wouldn’t allow it. He would just have to lock her up— no, he’d destroy her faith in humans. Trust could easily be broken, and he would get through to her one way or another.

The King settled back down on his throne, shoulders sagged, fingers rubbing his temples. “Bring me my daughters— all three of them. Rosé must be brought home at once.”

“Yes, sir.” The crab made a move to go.

“Wait,” he commanded, making the crab face him again. “Find out where she is and what she’s doing in this…New York. Contact the Shak’s sea magicians if you must, we need Rosé on surveillance.”

“Right away, my king.” Sebastian side-stepped his way out of the sea cave to do as he’s told. He had a bad feeling about this, but he only wished Rosé the best— he wanted her to be safe. He was loyal to Rosé, having been her attendant since childhood, however, if the king commands him he will do as he’s told…

Jennie, temporarily residing in the Atlantic Ocean, was the easiest to find for Sebastian. She was humming a tune as the maid behind her held up a pearl necklace, the mirror allowing her to see. She nodded in approval.

Sebastian stopped at the doorway to her quarters. “Jennie, the king requests your attendance.”

Surprised, a smile appears on her face. “Sebastian!” She swims to him, maroon-colored tail flicking powerfully. “Father wants to see me?” The feline-featured woman repeated. “Very well. But…” She picks the blue crab by a claw, holding him in front of her face. “Is your shell changing color? I remember it being brighter; are you perhaps stressed, Bastian?”

Sebastian gasps, and Jennie lets him sink to the sea floor. “My shell? What about my shell, now? Oh! It’s really changed color; I’ve got to be stressed.”

The princess frowned. “You poor thing, what’s going on?”

“You know your sister’s been running circles around me— that crazy girl. I’m getting too old for this. She’s why the king needs to speak w’you and your sisters.”

Even though he didn’t say which sister, recognition crossed Jennie’s face, and her smile faded slightly as worry flooded her mind; she knew her sister was a bit eccentric, fascinated with humans. She knew her father and Rosé didn’t get along because of it. “Rosé? What has she done now?”

Nothing bad, she hoped.

“Well,” the blue crab hesitated. Sebastian looked at the maids, who were trying awfully hard to not eavesdrop, then at Jennie again. “I…I’ll let the king tell you, it’s not my place to speak.”

“I see,” Jennie nodded. She turned around, expression apologetic. “Thank you, ladies. You’re dismissed.”

The maids left with slight dips of their head, then the two left to see the king.

“Did you ever find out where she lives?” Isa asked, leaning over your cubicle wall, her lanyard dangling over the side. The two of you had convinced your manager to put your workspaces next to each other, claiming you worked harder when you were in close proximity.

You stopped typing and pushed away from the desk, cracking your knuckles. Isa watched you stretch patiently.

You shook your head at her. “I…I still don’t know. She always has this look in her eyes, as though the world and everything in it is so beautiful and new— like she’s seeing all of it for the first time. It just doesn’t make sense,” you murmured. “And when I ask I can’t get any answers because she doesn’t speak— or write.”

Isa sighed. “Maybe something happened to her? Like, I don’t know… memory loss? Trauma? Abuse? She seems like a sweet person.”

You frowned at the thought, thinking about where you first met her. “Yeah, maybe. I hope not, though.”

“So, you’re okay with being at work and leaving her alone at your apartment?”

You thought about it. Are you okay with it? Somewhat. You worried she’ll get into things even though you tried to baby-proof your apartment. You hoped she was able to find the breakfast you made her and the snacks you left out. You wouldn't be so worried if you had just woken her up before you left early in the morning, but thought better of it since she stayed up late watching Netflix. You made sure to explain that for a period of the day she would be left alone— to which she blinked and nodded at, so you assumed she understood— and that you would come back.

You shrugged. “She’ll be okay.”

Hopefully.

You entered your apartment and locked the door behind you, bending over to take off your shoes. Surprisingly, you didn’t hear the television playing, nor anything else for that matter. You wondered if Rosie was sleeping in the guest room, or perhaps left.

A moment later you heard the quick padding of feet against the floorboards, then a flash of blonde hair entered your vision before you were being pressed into something soft and warm. “Wha…?” You felt heat creep up your neck as arms wrapped around you.

(You didn’t understand why your hair and body products smelled so much better on her). “Uhm, Rosie?” You tried to pull back, away from the intoxicating smell of vanilla, but she held you tighter, burying her face in your neck. Her grip was tight, almost as though she were afraid you would slip away from her.

Oh.

A feeling of regret prickled your heart, and instantly, you knew you should’ve been clearer on when you were going to come home. There was a chance she was distracted when you told her, or that she genuinely didn’t know what and where your work was, and it made her think you left and were never going to come back. The latter doesn’t seem so far-fetched, considering that awed look she has in her eyes most of the time.

Hesitantly, your hand came up to her hair, petting it. Her grip tightened on your coat, and she finally looked up. Your hand paused when you noticed there were tears in her eyes, a subtle frown playing on her lips.

She panicked when she woke up and realized you weren’t home, chest constricting at the thought she’d be all alone in this world again. She tugged on your shirt, her eyes conveying questions. Where were you? Where did you go? Why did you leave?

Oh, God. You felt even worse.

“I’m so sorry I took so long to come back, the roads were bad and— well, you were probably waiting awhile, weren’t you? You don’t have to cry, I’ll always come back.” You said, then wondered if it was something you could keep true. Nonetheless, you didn’t take it back.

Rosie blinked at you, her lips settling in a thin line. Her hands flexed on your shirt, and she raised a brow, non-verbally asking “promise?”.

You smiled. “I promise, and, if for any reason I have to leave longer, I’ll tell you beforehand— and sometimes you can come with me, okay?”

Rosie nodded slowly, releasing her grip on you. She waited till you took your coat off and followed you into the living room, seemingly wanting to be in your presence.

You were relieved to see the omelet you made her was eaten— the snacks weren’t touched however. You put the plate in the sink, stealing a quick glance at Rosie. She was hugging the couch pillow, looking at you.

“Hey, want to go out? I know it’s usually the time you take a nap, so if you don’t want to, that's fine. I just thought you might want to get out of the apartment for a little,” you rambled.

Rosie perked up, lips tugging up into a small smile as she nodded. It would be nice to see more of this world.

That was all you needed to confirm her agreement. “All right, we’ll go.” She scrambled down from her spot on the couch, already heading to the door.

You eyed her legs, then shook your head with an amused laugh. “If you want to go you’ll have to wear pants, I don’t want you getting sick.”

She froze, already halfway across the room. Slowly, her gaze shifted towards yours, to her legs, and then her lips parted. Her mouth opened and closed - like she was forming words, yet couldn’t get the sound out, before she nodded dejectedly. Okay…

You stepped towards her, putting your hands on her shoulders to steer her to your bedroom. “It’s only for a few hours. Once we finish our activities, we can come back and you can take them off, all right?”

She huffed, and you took it as a yes. She sat on your bed as you dug through your drawers, pulling out a gray sweatshirt with matching sweatpants, and socks with avocados on them.

When you held them up, her nose wrinkled, so with a laugh you turned around with socks with a few cats on them. She had no negative reaction so you left it.

“Here, you can wear these. It’s still cold out because it keeps raining, so these will keep you warm.” You laid them on the bed next to her. “Oh! I have hair ties, just if you wanna put your hair up…” you rummaged through your dresser for them. You turned around with a white scrunchy and a regular, black hair tie as options, only to go still in surprise.

She already started to pull her shirt off above her head and you held your hands up, frantically telling her to stop. “It’s not good for you to change in front of me— even though you may be comfortable with it— we don’t really know each other well, and it’s a little embarrassing. You’re…” Oh, she’s beautiful. But you wouldn’t say it to her face and make things weird. That glimpse of her toned stomach caught your attention, and you bit your lip nervously as a warmth crept up onto your cheeks. God, you really are hopeless, aren’t you? (Pretty people are your weakness) Stop staring already.

“Look, I’ll be out in the living room, just come out when you’re done, kay?” After a singular nod from her, you closed the door behind you and left her to get dressed.

Rosie stared at the door for a few more moments after you left, a blush appearing on her own cheeks. She made you flustered just then, didn’t she? A grin pulled at her lips. She didn’t know humans were so expressive.

About 10 minutes later she entered the living room. You looked up from your phone, smiling softly at her. Although she looked adorable in your clothes, it was clear you needed to get her some of her own. She had a taller figure than you and though the sweatpants looked baggy on you, they were fitted for her.

She held the scrunchie and a brush up to you, looking at you expectingly. You laughed lightly, nodding at her, and brushed her hair into a neat ponytail. Then, clad in puffer coats, you left your apartment.

The streets, wet and filled with noise, were something you were used to. Rosie, however, would flinch every once in a while because of a car honk or yell from a bypasser. She stayed almost pressed against your side, wide, curious eyes taking in the scene before her.

You let out a puff of air, breath turning into fog, as you contemplated on where to go shopping. New York had no shortage of places to eat or shop, it was just hard to choose which.

You spotted a clothing store and headed there.

“You can pick out anything you like,” you told her. It’s a bold statement, things were getting expensive— but you prepared for this. It’s not the first time. “I’d like you to have some shirts, shorts, and underwear.”

The first time you went broke after taking a homeless mom and her child out shopping, you cried. (They were happy— broke people— tears, of course). Since then, you’ve had a card specifically reserved for your “adoptions,” Issa calls it. She thinks you're crazy because you have a card you voluntarily put money on for other people.

So if Rosie wanted to buy a third of the store…you would potentially have enough.

She blinked at you. Anything?

The first piece of clothing she picked up was a navy blue shirt, cropped. Then, a few hoodies with designs on them, and three pairs of shorts. Some baggy jeans, tops, a pair of shoes, etc.

You couldn’t help but notice that after each item she picked up, she would glance at you. You wondered what she was thinking.

“Is this all you want?” You asked. The total amount of items was way less than what you expected.

She nodded, looking bashful. It’s more than enough. Thank you.

“Okay, then.” You headed to the register, putting her stuff on the counter for the two workers to scan.

“Will this be all?”

“Yes,” you answered, pulling your card out.

“Do you have a rewards card with…” He trailed off, looking at Rosie. “Us?” You saw his face turn red and he kept stealing glances at her as he scanned. The girl next to him was staring too.

You shook your head, you might’ve stared like that too if you had met under different circumstances.

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