#captive whale au thing

[saunne]

People will talk for years about the day Shuhu, Emanator of Yaoshi, met their end on the Xianzhou Luofu. 

Without ever having been there, they will talk about what an absolute slaughter of a fight it had been. They will sing the glory of the Xianzhou Luofu and its Cloud Knights, speaking of the sacrifice of the brave and a duly earned victory. Epics will be written about this battle, commemorating yet another triumph of The Hunt over The Abundance.

Yes, one day this devastation will be glorious, Jing Yuan thought. But right now, it was just that. A destruction beyond measure, an undeniable bloodbath. 

A victory that felt more like a loss.

There was a mournful sound discernible as he made his way through the remains of this carnage, made of weeping and doleful vocalizations. A hypnotic song of captivating melancholia, whose reverberating echo sent shivers down Jing Yuan's spine. If he had been more ignorant, he might have believed it to be the mesmeric and forever-lasting song of a pod of Void Song Whales, whose laments crossed the light years of the sidereal void without faltering.

(But he knew, didn't he ? He knew better than that.)

(He wished he didn't.)

A Vidyadhara elegy.

A growing sense of foreboding made him quicken his pace, as he finally became aware of the otherwise quiet of the battlefield. The Vidyadharas were beings of community and sharing, their elegies being no exception. The fact that none of the Vidyadhara roaming the battlefield made their own contribution to the threnody could only mean one thing...

It had to be Dan Feng.

Collaboration with @itsredpaint based on their AU. Please read the authors notes and the tags carefully.

#hsr #hsr fanfic #hsr dan feng #hsr jing yuan #hsr yingxing #hsr blade #hsr jingliu #xingyue #fengjing #angst #ldwya au #unnewrites #unne's promo snippets #unneism

[anon-e-miss]

Omg actually i really need this aspect of prowl and fry being forced to consume mecha. I think the more it happens the more they become a little desinsitized until they eventually use it to their own advantage too. Less mechs are willing to mess with them if they know they can and will eat them if they slip. And this adds on to the wonder that prowl didnt hurt Sides when he fell in the tank. When jazz finds out about this past practice of feeding, he has retroactive horror at what Sides' fate could have been had Prowl not been a sentient mech. A vast wave of gratefulness and surge of need to help will drive jazz to find the best of the best in therapists. Ratchet has a very useful reference. Like theres so much angst on top of something that was already angsty. And im as always an angst addict. And of course hurt/comfort and a nice dose of protective streak from jazz and punch as they help prowl work through the years of trauma. Rung can certainly work with prowl. He probably sits on the edge of the tank. And prowl's like u should be scared of me. I've torn apart and eaten bots 10x ur size. And rung just asking very calmly, are you going to eat me? And prowl doesnt have a verbal answer but its clear he wont. So the therapy continues. Prowl hates it and he doesnt want to accept he needs the help but he knows he does and so just suffers through it, occasionally lashing out but never actually harming anyone except maybe himself but rung and jazz and family helps him through that too.

I see these as separate AUs. So Sideswipe hasn't fallen into this tank. No one is supposed to go near the edges because Prowl has made it abundantly clear, he will shred.

Someone could fall in, someone innocent, perhaps even one of the Twins again, and Jazz thinks he's going to have shoot Prowl, and Primus help him, the fry as they nash their denta and swim towards the thrashing victim to protect the victim from being eaten alive. Except Prowl makes a sound and the fry hang back and Prowl shoves the flailing victim out of the tank. Then he takes the fry into one of the hides and stays there in the darkness.

Optimus never drops mecha in, only cleanly killed mechanimals, cyberfish, fruits. It confused the fry, this is not fuel they know and they aren't really interested in it. It takes work for Prowl to convince them to eat and Prowl breaks a little.

I do believe Prowl, like a captive whale might, smack hard against the sides of the tank and sometimes chew on his fins as he feels guilty for making monstrous mechanimals of his creations.

Jazz tries to distract him when he sees it happening and enlists Rung to please stop the poor thing from eating himself and maybe get him calm enough so Ratchet can finally do some repairs.

#mermech au #tw self-harm

[fluffyydumplings]

Empty Canvases

Gone - Part 8

Summary: Tae’s dreams were nothing but a tunnel with no ending - dark, bleak and empty.. Yoongi made him smile, you opened his eyes to light.. the world and everyone in it made him cry.. Through this abandoned tunnel that now has a torch shining its way and an ending to reach - he runs to it - with joy.. To the sparkly eyed fool who follows him around everywhere and anywhere..

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: painter!taehyung x reader x yoongi (one-sided love) / third-wheeling / painter!taehyung x painter!oc (male) / moving on!au / heartbreak!au / best friends!au

Warning: judgemental parents / unrealistic expectations / generational trauma / unsupportive parents / toxic relationships / fear

A/N: @hobateas This series has come so far and so much time has passed.. In fact, a whole year has passed since I posted the first chapter.. It’s funny how time passes by so quickly - it goes by every time I blink or think..

There’s a surprise that drops after this chapter though.. So, look forward to that! Summer Break starts soon for me, so yeah… I can finally focus on the things I have intended to finish ever since that of last year.. Birthday projects and lingering requests.. Fics, series.. Ahhhhh!! I’m so excited!!!! (Oh- how things have changed since I’ve written this note)

I find myself unable to finish the very last chapter of this beautiful story.. I have found myself half way through only, and that is where I have decided as of today to end this wonderful piece of mine.. Albeit, incomplete - I will leave the rest to your imagination

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Aged Nine ↴

‘Taehyungiee.. Do you know what this is, sweetheart?’

‘Paint..’ in a tiny voice, confusion sprinkling the edges of his fingers he answers to his aunt’s query.

‘Mhmm.. It is.. Isn’t it simply, wonderful though?’

‘I don’t know, aunty.. It’s just paint.’

‘Is that what your mummy said?’

‘Yeah,’ he nods hesitantly.

‘Always the no-funner.. Isn’t it, your mummy?’

‘Yeah,’ he agrees whole-heartedly..

‘Do you see that whale over there, Tae?’ she points at a canvas littered with blue and purple strokes.

To little Taehyung, it was the most beautiful picture he has ever seen.. (He hasn’t seen much besides the white walls of his bedroom and the soulless designs that coats his entire home in his mother’s so-called “chic” - his bad, “sheik.”)

And that’s how he fell in love.. Fast, fully, quick and painfully.. The same way he fell and falls in love with anything and everything..

‘Do you like it?’

Did he like it? She had no need to throw such unthinkable questions his way.. He didn't just like it, he loved it.. He was amazed, enthralled, enchanted, captivated.. Whatever magical feeling a nine-year-old could sheath into words.

‘Woahh, it’s.. Woahh,’ he beamed as paint splattered onto a piece of paper.

To him, it was more than a piece of paper.. It was the truest form of his childish thoughts finally let free and given the freedom to explore beyond its iron cage. It gave him joy, and he gladly tugged onto it.

He felt like a young harry potter who just got a hold on his very own wand for the first time.. He felt like a sparkle-eyed Matilda who no longer had to sneak around just to get his hands on a single book..

He felt free

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Aged Seventeen ↴

Paint.. Strokes of white, blue and violet that clings onto the empty surface of his heart.. Like that of the canvas a road away from him - devoid of colour. It bubbles, coagulates.. and evaporates into puddles of putrid green..

His eyes are but two blobs of dust that coats the edges of your window, his head is nothing but a swirl of cream that drips off of the sides of your cup.. He is nothing but an empty canvas. And even with the piece of stolen chalk in his hands and this wretched piece of torn paper placed atop of the table in front of him, he can’t seem to associate with anything but empty canvases.. Because he’s so devoid of colour, he forgot how to draw inside of lines..

‘Kim Taehyung!’

However, there was one man (and only one) that brought rainbows and collisions of mess-stricken fireworks to his dull life.

‘Taehyung-ah!’

At the sound of that ever so hauntingly beautiful voice and that loving smile that was so easy to absorb - almost like that of an iv being injected into the blue of his veins. He smiles - a tragic tale in the making.. sunflowers slowly wilting into strokes of mustard yellow and dirt brown.

‘Hyung!! You have finally decided to glance my way,’ the most he’s ever been near the latter, and the most he has ever spoken to him..

It would be a lie if Taehyung said his cheeks were an unusual shade of cotton candy pink due to the continuous waves of heat that have been coming and going the past few weeks. It would be a lie if Taehyung said the man before him wasn’t the reason to why he was two seconds from hiccuping like a fool who forgot to fill up his bottle of water for the morning run.

‘We can be friends.’

That’s it.. Taehyung must be dreaming! After months of pinning over the sculptor, he’s finally got a chance at seeing those skilled fingers up close and to get a glimpse into that brilliant mind of his.

Isn’t that exciting? Tae’s heard plenty if not a bucket of glaze worth of praise for the soft bundle of wool of a human!

From what he knows, Yoongi sculpted the town’s fountain out of his bare hands.. And that fountain is stunning! He means it!

Perfectly rounded in shape, dips and curves perfectly to form mind-bending patterns, the flowers that bundle at the center! Oh, and the pretty lights (Tae doubts Yoongi did that, but it‘s still a dazzling piece of art if he doesn’t mind saying so himself)

Tae likes blubbering nonsense.. But, can you stop him? When he’s full of so much love.

‘Reallly?’

‘Yes.’

Sugar, spice and everything nice.. Running across a field of rainbow lollipops and popping star candy!!! He truly must be dreaming!

‘Taehyung, let me be honest with you. I came here because of Y/N.’

‘Oh..’ he wears his heart on his sleeve, and right now - there is no sleeve.. There is no heart- there is no-

‘She likes you. Will you do me a favour, and go out with her?’

A strange offer from a man he’s never spoken too.. Did Tae call Yoongi a sweetheart earlier, because at the moment he’s an absolute asshole.. So much, Tae squints his eyes tight and considers spraying either pepper spray or bear spray in the evil man’s seeing globes.

‘So, you’re not here because you want to be friends?’

Betrayal lines the opening of his throat, bitter bile rising to fill the spaces of his loveless heart..

‘No..’ ‘You can think ab-’

‘I’ll do it.’

Tae has a thing for bastards.. It’s showing, and he hates it.. It isn’t his fault his over-bearing, emotionally-unavailable, and self-absorbed stick figures for parents has lowered his standards to a negative 7.. The child in him is screaming to get approval from this unsatiable being.. The child in him is screaming ‘there must be something beautiful behind those ever-lasting grimaces.’

In his parents, never.. In Yoongi, maybe..

‘Tomorrow, 4 pm. Cafe Bonsai.’

A- a- ha- ha- ha-..

Step number one: Get to know this Y/N girl

Step number two: Ask her shit about Yoongi

Step number three: Ask her to help me

Step number four: Yoongi, conquered!

‘Do you prefer sandwiches or burgers?’

‘Burgers..’

‘Ah, me too!’

‘Cats or dogs?’

‘Cats!’ ‘Cats!’

‘Ahhhh!’

Like how we warm ourselves up after a rainy day, or how we dodge from falling stones - knowing of how it will harm us.. Certain things just come naturally to us. Like snow in winter and ripe grapes in summer. Like moisture on cold glass and

The sky is an awful shade of grey, facing it.. One would know.. You don’t have to tell Taehyung.. He already knows..

That he was in big trouble when it came to you.

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Aged Eighteen ↴

He felt free.. until he didn’t-

*on the phone*

‘Aren’t you going to show me what you painted the other day, Tae?’

‘Come on, Y/niee,’ in a sleepy voice he smiles as he flutters around on his matress.

‘You know I don’t show my work to just anyone.’

‘Do I have to pay up, Sir?’

‘Now now.. I’m expensive.’

‘Not as expensive as Yoongi’s sculpting rate.’

‘Not as expensive as that, but still more than a high school student could ever afford.’

‘But enough for his best friend to afford?’

‘Maybe..’

‘I’m hanging-’

‘Come over tomorrow, I’ll give you a peak!’

‘Okay, painter.. Hanging up for real now, sweet dreams..’

Sweet? That was when the monsters creeped in, crawling through his bedroom door and dragging him off of his sleep.

The red one pulls at his feet: ‘Aren’t you afraid, Tae?’

The blue one pokes at his undefined cheeks: ‘Too happy.. more than you deserve, isn’t it- Kim.’

The purple one hovers above him: ‘You’re not supposed to be doing any of this, child.’

*crash*

*boom*

*bam*

*puff*

C̷̨̯̫͛̂͐̉̄̎͆͛̚͠r̴̳̘̅̈͆̃͆̈́̓̇͠a̷̪̟̩̗͊͊̅͐͜s̷̘͓͎̓̀̄̀͗̀h̵̨̩̫̯̕ ̷̛̛̤̆̉̍̽͛͒͘

̶̨̱̹͔̈́ͅ

̸̞̳̰̍͆̏͌͘͘̚͠

̵̗̘̳̗̤̪̬̬̑͌̕͜

̶͚͉̥͚̠̤̥͌

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̴̪͖̓͒͠

̷̮͔͍̬͎͓̯̫͂̀ͅP̵̨̖͙̯̞̩̪͔͑̉̽̃̒͜u̸̺̺͖̽f̵̘̰̟͊̐́͊͐̿͝ͅf̷̢̛͕̘̻͙̙̙̓̓̃͌͑̿͋̈́

̴̻͍̖͛̄̔̀̽̊̾̕̚͝

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‘Huh.. huh.. huh..’ sweat coats his honeyed skin, clinging onto it like tar on rugged walls.

Like bits of newspaper being placed onto cardboard with watered-down glue, it sticks.. it bleeds.. and it feeds..

It caves in, and his hands trail down the side of his headboard.. It trickles, and his feet relax to the beat of death..

‘This- This-’

The sound of rummaging, throwing and tossing painting red into the thunder’s thrumming blue..

Like a fool dressed in clown pants and bunny ears, he makes his way downstairs - to the noise that haunts his world - his peaceful world of birds and badly bred tigers.

‘Mom?’

‘Oh, Tae.. I was trying to find my plates.’ ‘And I happen to run into this,’ she snaps a brush in half with her feet as she kicks furiously at the mess she made.

‘You know.. My plates! The ones with the sakura flowers! The ones I bought from Japan! I was going to use it! Your dad’s coming home today!!! His plane arrives this afternoon!’

He ignores his mother’s complains.. He burries his head into the ground, dirt slowly burrying him to utter oblivion.

‘Those brushes?

‘Ah!! Your stupid aunt must have accidentally left them here! It’s okay I’ll throw them away!! Stupid bitch!’ she throws a flat-tipped brush across the kitchen floor - and along with it, she throws her son’s dreams away.

‘It’s the prettiest set of plates we have!’

And those are the only set of brushes Tae’s got..

He wants to weep.. But, he doesn't..

He wants to scream and throw one of her plates out the window, but he doesn't..

He doesn't do anything at all..

‘Give me the brushes, Tae.’

Even as she throws his brushes away..

‘Here.. The last one..’

He tucks it into the front pocket of his pants.

‘Now.. Where did I keep those plates of mine?’ with grey sticking out of her hair, she smiles at him.

He simply stares..

‘Aghhhh!! There they are!!!!’

‘Now!! Tae, how has your business classes been going!!’

‘Fine..’

‘Huh?’ putting the white-tinted box down, she looks back at him - expectations whirling in her eyes.

‘They’re going fine.’

He does not want to disappoint her( for as much as she has disappointed him over the years) he loves his mother with all of his heart.

‘That’s good to hear, Tae.’

She would pluck the world out for him.. But, she’ll never come to understand his love for rainbow tainted hands.. lead tarnished tables or the colour blue. That’s the way the universe works. Sometimes, we simply won't be able to understand someone.. despite how much hard we try to.. and how much we love or care for them. That’s just the way the universe works.

‘And then you’ll take up business management.. You’ll do wonderfully well. Won’t you? Our Tae..

He does not want to disappoint her, even if he tastes salt all over his mouth - and the image of his brushes stuffed in black garbage bags has his chest tight and his lungs submerged and brimming with sea water. He does not feel like a fish out of water, after all, for as long as he has lived.. He has known that this is where he belongs..(what he has been told, at least) He’s a little fish whose gills have been stripped off of him, and now he’s heaving for oxygen.. Desperately washing onto shore.. Desperately swimming towards his dreams that bubble with false hope..

‘Mom, what time is it?’

The clock inside of him was ticking..

Tick tok.. Tick tok..

He had to keep a straight face, he couldn’t let his mother know of his precious yet unrequited love for painting.. She would ransack through his room, pull out the stack of cheap paint brushes he had hidden under his bed and that big tool box filled with canisters of expensive paint that he used his birthday money saved up over the years for.

She would stare at him and question how her son ended up like this.. Striving for a passion that would cause him to starve.

‘Oh Tae..’ she would, with a tragic pair of eyes, pitty him with grace.

Oh, son.. I would never allow you to fill your stomach with the dirt beneath my feet. You will make people polish your shoes clean and everyone will be underneath your feet. I will make sure of it. Her eyes would scream..

She would look at him with horror, regretting the days she let her sister (his aunt) come by. She would phone her and scream: ‘What did you tell my son, you unfilial wench!’

And then she’ll phone his father: ‘Tae-Hoon.. Our son..’

‘It’s probably just a phase of his.. You know, children..’ he would reply, busy chugging down his second expresso shot of the day (it was 8 am).

‘Tae.. How about we find you a better hobby? Like- like- skiing? Ughh- like- basketball.. Just- not painting..’

She does not say it, but he knows why.. It has been imprinted into his head ever since he accidentally overheard his parents and grandparents talking over dinner at the ripe age of fourteen.

‘We thought she would be over it..’

‘It was our fault.. We kept on going: good job! good job! She is our child of course, your sister.. Compliments get into children’s heads. I mean, painting as a hobby is different from pursuing it as a career. One keeps you fed, the other doesn't.’

They were afraid, he’d end up like her..

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Aged Twenty ↴

Worry grazed his face.. This must be a misunderstanding of some sort, isn’t it? The tickets.. He-

*rings*

To describe the look on his face.. One would have to go to paintings such as “Ophelia” after the well-known play: Hamlet by that of William Shakespeare. The sorrows of picking flowers and drowning in a river not as bitter as the betrayal and confusion that deforms the frame of both of their faces. Perhaps the same way Ophelia fell deep into sorrow upon realising of what Hamlet has done, Taehyung’s heart froze at what only his mother could have done.

The difference between the two though.. Is what a forensic pathologist might describe as one being too horrible to take in: a person with a bullet lodged in their forehead, and the trace of gun powder in their dominant hand. The other being too perfect to be true: a person with inflamed lungs (a sign of being drowned to death) and flesh discovered close to the hyponychium of their finger, wedged in between the tiny opening of their nails. For it wasn’t betrayal that froze Taehyung’s heart to shock.. No- Infact, his frozen heart has thawed.

‘I divorced your father today. It almost feels as though I’m some helpless trophy wife in one of those over-dramatic tv shows who do anything and everything to please their husbands. I was.’

‘I don’t think I’ll be talking to your grandparents anymore.. They’ve been feeding me too much-.. Prejudice.. Ah, forget it.. Bullshit.. They fed me bullshit.’

‘He he..’ ‘Tae?’

He was sobbing, dressed in a badly-stained shirt and joggers that were way too loose for him in the corner of his apartment’s bathroom. Afraid his roommate would hear him, he sucks his tears in.. Or was it his breath?

‘Tae. Are you crying, son?’

‘Hiccups..’

‘I’m assuming you got the tickets today. I put in a little word with the director at the Paris University of Arts..’ she smiles to herself ‘Ah ah ah.. I didn't bribe them. I know you would hate me for that, son. I showed them an artwork of yours.. Y/N emailed it to me.. I’m sorry if you feel like I’m invading your-’

‘And- I’m *sobs* sorry for cutting you off, mom. But, thank you.. Thank you..’

To say his life turned around that day would be an understatement and to say it changed his life completely would be an overstatement. As he sat down and Seoul blurred from his vision and all he could see was clouds. And eventually nothing as the flight attendant had requested for him to slide his window’s blind up. He relishes in a very important turning point of his life, but smiles fondly at how much hasn’t changed so far.

He was still the same Tae who found paint as nothing but pigment then eventually thought of it as his everything (his mother, you and Yoongi included in that label).. He was still the same boy he cried over his broken and trashed brushes.. He was that, yet so much more.. So much has changed, yet nothing has changed.. Deep in thought, he doesn't think it makes much sense.. Years later, he still thinks that it all does not make much sense..

There are a multitude of topics he could ponder upon, but.. Kim Taehyung decided that with a cup of orange juice in his hand, 6.2 miles off of ground and with his long legs crouched to fit the space provided.. That he wanted to be a little schmaltzy and overly sentimental - even if he gets a few glances from the old lady-

‘Ajumeoni.. (term used for a woman who is of old age)’

‘I’m only thirty-eight!’

The lady with the scarf.. His bad..

‘Can I please have more orange juice, please?’

That’s got to clear his mind!

‘Me too..’

‘Huh?’

His eyes sparkle.. A shade of brown that Tae would find delight in mixing colours to match and using his brush to blend at just so the light reflects onto it the same way it did in reality.

The softness of his face, the valley that is his nose, the plushness of his lips.. He was the kind of beauty that made Taehyung wainted to learn how to draw humans.

Sketch be sketch, step by step.. Line by line.. Only three people have made him want to delve in the art of portraying the features of a living, breathing and speaking being onto paper. Yoongi, You.. and now.. This stranger..

A beauty that won’t nudge you into a speechless bubble of amazement.. A beauty that won’t cause you stumble on your steps.. Solely, a beauty that you know deep somewhere in your heart that it would never do you wrong.. A beauty-

‘Orange juice..’

He hopes he doesn't get caught starring..

‘Oh-... Two,’ he clarified by putting two of his fingers up.

‘Jiwon..’

‘Huh?!’

That startles him, but the dripping of orange liquid in a disposable plastic cup calms him down.. Almost like chasing a panic attack away with the neverending sound of the piano.

‘My name.’

‘Oh-’

At moments like this, Tae questions more and more how on earth, he became his high school’s heartthrob.. He was loaded, good-looking (although he doesn't quite agree-agree).. In that department, he did fit into the stereotypical image of what a heartthrob supposedly is - at least according to all the dramas he has watched because he was bored and had nothing to do after finishing his assignments. He never attended any parties, never played with hearts or was never truly friends with anyone but Yoongi and You (Namjoon and Jin coming a very close second)..

He was always and still is a meek little boy who spoke a few words and wouldn’t hurt a butterfly.. In all the dramas he’s watched, he narrowed himself down as being the quiet kid who no one paid attention to.

He was-

Oh- Did people perhaps confuse his aloofness to being a cold demeanour that he held up.. meant to make him look cool? Oh- But all he wanted was to make friends?

Tae pouts, finding fault in his distant glances.. Probably scaring all of his potential friends away.. Then again, he did approach his Yoongi Hyung.. He’ll video call you both once he arrives at his dorm. It’s been bothering him for a while now.

‘Tae.. Oh my.. You can’t keep on falling into this hole of self-despair and deprivation. You’re not alice.. You know, when I first met Yoongi.. He was ready to dig holes in my face. But, I was ready to be his friend.’

‘Not true!’ the cat-eyed man rebutes.

‘Aish.. Hush, yoons.. Anyways, what I was trying to say was - you’re one of the sweetest and most easily approachable people I have ever met. It’s their fault, not yours.. They could have at least tried.. It just goes to show that they aren't worth even a millisecond of your precious time.’

‘After all, you’re our bread winner aren’t you?’

‘Aiii.. Stop teasing him. He might explode, Y/N..’

‘He could be blushing as we speak right now.’

‘Not!’

‘Blushing or not.. Anyhow, anywho.. Did you arrive well, Tae?’

‘I did..’

‘Unpacked yet?’

‘Nope.. Keeping that for tomorrow.. Too tired right now..’

‘Are you going to eat out continuously while you’re here?’

Easels fixed in place, loose screws jammed into inconvenient corners.. And badly chiseled wood.. The ocean was a fleeting yet consistent entity. Like how mother birds spoon-feed their youngs - Taehyung was like a baby bird with wings yet ready to fly with. With the illusion of his mother’s arms lifting him up in the sky, he felt as though he could fly to the sun.

His wings do serve a purpose now. But, if he were to fly too high - he would plummet to the ground. For even after they have transitioned from being melty wax to a solid rock of some sort - it will take time for peat to turn into coal.. and it takes a miracle for carbon to turn into diamonds..

Taehyung strives in being whatever is the best form of his self. He doesn't have to have diamond wings.. nor does he have to fly to the sun. He seeks joy in the most mundane and seemingly ordinary things in life. He doesn't have to fly high, being slightly above ground level and blending in with the rest of the world is more than enough to make him happy.

It sounds bad when he says it out-loud. But- Taehyung finds joy in being boring and simple.. Life doesn't have to have so much sparkle in it for it to be interesting - he thinks.

Then again, simple and boring can mean so many different things. To the post office man by the the bakery, it could mean sitting down all day and withering away just for someone to tap on his shoulder and tell him: ‘Can I mail this?’ To the cat living down the alley to what would now be Tae’s second home, it could mean eating tuna out of a can and making it safely under the fence when it rains. Sometimes, simple and boring can be beautiful. Sometimes, simple and boring is far more marvellous than exciting and fresh could ever be. The world is weird in that sense. We humans, are weird in that sense.

‘Tae?’

‘Maybe...’

‘Aigoo, honey.. Just mail him food. The kid’s shit at taking care of himself..’

‘Yoons.. What did we talk about letting him and independence.’

‘But-’

‘No buts no coconuts.. You love him, so do I. But, he’s no kid. He can take care of himself. We’re the same age for goodness sake.’

‘Tae.. Are you still there?’ you tap on the edges of your phone.

‘Yes,’ he answers, taking tentative sips out of the hot chocolate he got from the cafe next door.

‘Tae.. What did you have for dinner tonight?’

‘French onion soup..’

‘Man, Yoongi.. He’s already one of them.. We didn’t have to worry about him after all,’ you mutter outside of speaker length, knowing very well that Tae could still hear you loud and clear.

‘It was nice.. But, I feel like I’m going to miss Korean food so damn much.. Actually, I think.. I’m already missing it.’

‘Oh no, Tae.. do they not have any Korean restaurants there?’

‘Nope.. not even one..’

And that was exactly how his time passed by - one month of video calls turning into twelve months of video calls in the flick of an eye. As Tae’s canvases continue to be filled with all sorts of wonders, and as the stories he narrate with paint solidifies and dries into completion.. So does his loneliness.. It thrives, splashes onto him, and feeds off of him - wax pretending to be paint on the soft of his fingers..

‘Ya! Kim Taehyung! The project is due this Tuesday.. Are you not going to come over and help me..’

‘Shit- It’s tomorrow? Why didn't you tell me?. Shit- How are we going to finish on time?

‘Calm down, man.. I already did a shit load of work.. Just come over and help touch up the finishing details.’

‘Okay.. I will.. You still should have told me though. I would have helped.’

‘I did! Check your emails!’

‘Man.. Who uses emails in this day and age.’

‘Hey.. Are you calling me old, Kim?

‘Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.. Either way, let’s finish this project once and for all.’

Park Jiwon.. His name had a ring to it, almost like gold flowing in a stream of shadows. Tae would never admit it, he still refuses to. But, if he were to turn a blind eye to his inner monologue and listen to his “Tae Tae” senses. Alright! He’ll say it! Square up and confess to his sins!

When he hears the name: “Park Jiwon,” he might or might not accidentally break into a big-ass smile. Like- the ones where his eyes crinkle a little too much to the point where they appear as two sparkling orbs of daisies floating in the air - the sparkly kind, if daisies sparkled at all. They do have a shimmer-like reflevtion to them when he paints the flowers, to be fair.

Anyhow- What he means is.. The mention of Jiwon’s name alone has Taehyung smiling like he has just eaten the best spoonfool of the best Paella he has ever had in his entire life. Which is a once in a life time reoccurrence, since he lived in Spain and frequented Valencia like crazy during summer breaks back when he was in his teenage years. Therefore, the best paella he would ever have was one he already had and would probably never have again. Unless- he decides to visit his penpal: “Jinhyeon,” when Christmas break comes around.

Anyhow- In short and in conclusion.. Tae’s a hopeless romantic (but you can’t really blame the poor boy.. Can you?)

If you laid eyes on Park Jiwon for a few seconds, you would feel the same.. Tae was mesmerised by his beauty and voice on the plane, and when he volunteered to explain the idea behind what post-impressionism was on that odd January afternoon. Tae fell feet first and right into a pool filled with strawberry whipped cream. Oh, the baby bear harnessed a itty bitty crush on Jiwon alright. He would never admit to it, but.. He did.. Sunshine Comfort Boy was about 99% of what his heart was. The 1% left being a lack of common sense.

‘You know, I’m not the biggest fan of portraits... Right?’

‘I know.. I know... That’s why I never pestered you on that much,’ Jiwon sits on the slightly broken-down stool, nonchalant to Tae’s banter.

‘It’s because.. I’ve never been really all that good at it.’

That brings his pencil’s movement to a stop, the trees outside rustling to an abrupt halt as his head turned to meet Tae - who sits idly on another stool, closely parallel to him.

‘You get better with practice.. I know people say that all of the time. But, trust me on this one.. Some people just move a little faster than others do.. We don’t always remain at the corner of the wall though, we eventually move up the steps.. We do get better.. Even if it doesn’t feel like it.’

A silence that trimmed through the air like wild fire in a patch of grass. There eyes met, not a romantic glance - but one that ends up with two different outcomes.

Jiwon that laughs to his heart’s content

And Tae who makes a face of disgust, the reason behind the latter’s glee..

‘Ha ha ha..’

‘What?!’ he’s utterly confused.. Why was this man child laughing like the world just ended and he was behind it all?

‘Ha ha ha. Just look at your face!’ he infers to the window before them.

‘Pp- hmm.. Hee ha ha ha..’ he snorts and bursts into a fit of laughter.

When did Kim Taehyung harness such stern expressions?. Ever so solemn.. A sentiment he has never seen on his own face before. He would know. He’s Kim Taehyung.

‘Told you so..’

Smiles... Smiles.. He smiles..

‘You were just being.. A tad bit too corny. It felt like I was listening to one of those inspirational speeches on ted talk.’

‘Kim.. Don’t be so emo.’

‘Modern words.’

‘For modern kids.’

‘We’re adults.’

‘Modern adults.’

‘Those two words together don't make sense,’ Tae speaks with confidence in himself.

‘A.. What a juxtaposition expert you are.’

‘For your information, I got good grades in “language” for as long as I have remembered.’

‘Should have went down the poet route instead then, Kim.’

There it is again, those sparkly eyes of his.. The one's that has Taehyung a speechless shade of yellow. A blinding shade that brings unknowing joy to him and his sorry head.

‘Words just have never spoken to me the same way paint did.. You know? Otherwise, I would have been a poet by now.’

‘I’m glad you didn’t go down that route..’ ‘You’re too cocky to be poetic.. If I were to read anything you say, I would probably burst out laughing. Because- like- There’s no way this idiot means any of what he wrote.

‘Idiot?’

‘What?! Did I lie?’

‘I have a hard time believing idiots over what they say..’

‘Well.. I guess, it takes one to know another..’

‘That’s.. That’s.. That’s very mean of you!’

________________________________________

Aged twenty One ↴

‘Are you going to keep on following me?’ Tae sighs, even though deep down he doesn't mind one bit.

‘I’m not following you.. I’m simply walking next to you.’

‘That’s the same thing..’

‘Different concepts..’

‘You never seem to agree with me, don’t you.. Ji?’

Strolls along the riverside, hasty steps up mountains to see the sunrise, mouthfuls of rice cake soup warming you up through the cold.

A life through rose-coloured lens.. The plummeting of magnolia petals..

If Tae were to pick a colour… shade.. or hue to describe his life, he would pick grey.. Not because his life is sad or not worth seeing in colour. Because that’s where it has always stood. A centimetre away from darkness and light.

In a good way. In a way where he can bathe in the benefits of both, without having to always mope in one for the other to be left behind.

‘I only learn from the best.’

‘H- hmm..’ a sigh of disbelief that Taehyung fails to hold back (like many others he has failed to hold back), ‘Who?’

‘You..’

‘Ho ho! For saying that, you owe me a snicker,’ before his next words are said he retreats backwards and...

‘It’s only right.. You called me the best,’ he snickers..

A snicker for a snicker.. It’s only right!

‘Catch me if you can!’

He runs.. He runs in all his silly glory, looking like one would expect him to look. A twenty-year-old man brimming in the joys of his newly found freedom, in the middle of an ocean of youth and the things that come along with growing older.

‘Ha! I’ve got you!’

Maybe in a way, in that very desolate campus of their’s.. As Jiwon playfully tugs onto the seams of Tae’s sweater, along with it came the unwinding threads of his heart.

And as the threads of your heart unwind, you don’t realise it has come undone until the first abrupt beat of your heart resonates across dribbles of muddy water on the ground. Because unlike the laces of your shoes, you can’t see those loose pieces of thread.. Only when you fall and trip, do you realise they are there.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung x yoongi #taehyung imagine #taehyung x y/n #bts fluff #bts angst #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fics #bts fanfiction #y/n x yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfic #Gone by Fluffy Dumplings #bts fanfics #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfics #kpop imagines #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #min yoongi #yoongi fluff #bangtan angst #bangtan fluff #taehyung x oc #bangtan fic

[merciresolution]

I wanna redo my whale au for the talking trains

Rusty is too small to be a Ross Sea Orca

#plus the majority of the characters are orcas. we need some diversity here. #wild whale au thing #captive whale au thing #ignore me

[bananaink]

Oh hey in your merman au can aizawa and the others understand the humans and vise versa or do they kinda have to mime things out like in that previous ask where you said hizashi gave eri prosthetic fins how exactly would he communicate that to her and aizawa without having aizawa rip his hands off for trying to touch her

It’s kind of like meeting a new, intelligent species and figuring out how to communicate with each other.

In my Au mer-people communicate mostly by high frequencies (like dolphins, whales) and body language. Their eye-sight is very good (at least the ones living close to the surface) and their voices very loud if they want to (like deaf cats crying for treats). Humans obviously aren’t made for clicks and whines and whistling (and constant screaming), so they can’t communicate like that. But only because we can’t understand them doesn't mean they are dumb - so there is some research about mer-people communication and behavior and how to get basic things across.

Most of that research depends heavily on the cooperation of the mer-person and they tend to be very closed off and shy. Also, a vast majority of the research has come from working with captive mer-people which is not really representative because of the different outcomes. (some mer only tried to get the treats at the end of the tests or actively sabotage the research by changing every answer - which pointed to high intelligence).

Izuku and his team is not the first to try and establish some kind of relationship with a wild mer, but they are one of the first to actually succeed in teaching Aizawa a way to communicate so they can understand each other. Aizawa is only interested in keeping the humans away from his place but Eri is very eager to learn and keeps asking to meet with Izuku and Mirio - they are so fun! And bright! So many pretty things to see and eat! You should try them!

And he cant say no, not when they proved themselves to be actually good and nice, Eri won’t let him get away with ‘these people are noisy and dangerous’ anymore. Especially when she sees him dunk Hizashi under the water all the time and only getting a spluttered complain in return.

Well, long story short, they basically settle for sign language and it takes a looong while for some cultural differences to make sense. But they manage and in the end Eri even tries to get her voice to squeak Izukus and Mirios name :’D

Izuku, gently holding a squeaking Eri under her arms while Hizashi straps her fins on, cries at the first “Izu, Izu, Izu” :’D

#bnha au #mermaid au #eri mermaid #aizawa merman #izuku midoriya #hizashi yamada #and mirio cries right alongside of izuku #because eri can only make a loud 'ME-MEOW' for Mirio #aizawa is so not happy when they return her after a check up squeaking weird noises #shinsou eventually joins on the learning #and ends up teaching izuku some rude gestures #which then gets izuku into a very interesting situation with the mers in the aquarium #izuku covered in seegras and mud #clothing rumpled #a tear in his shorts #one shoe missing #shinsou is clearly pleased with himself #izuku teaches eri the sound of an airhorn in return #aizawa puts a stop to this after receiving his screaming child back #and ends up joining the lessons just so they wont teach eachother bullshit #even as a different species he has to juggle problem children #poor dad

[rina-writes]

Calm Waters (Part 1)

Summary:  For the last five years, you have been locked away twelve to sixteen hours a day in a cell...filled with water.  Your ability to hold your breath underwater for extended periods of time has led to a series of unfortunate events that led to your captivity.  The only time you get outside of your cell is as a worker at the aquatic theme park where you are trapped. You had resigned to your bleak life until one night, the newly hired, attractive lifeguard, Grayson Dolan, falls into your tank as a result of a prank.  Saving his life could be the start to saving yours.

A/N: This is probably the most unique thing I’ve written on this blog because it’s a sci-fi AU.  You know how a lot of original content being a former fan fiction (ie. 50 Shades originally being a Twilight fic)...this is the opposite haha. Where this is an original concept that I made a fanfic using the twins since they are my current muses.  Sooo....definitely let me know what you think!

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, loss of parents, captivity, and bullying.  There is also lots of fluff and teenage romance!

If darkness had a temperature it would be cold.  That’s what you decided after five years in the cell.  It didn’t matter that the water was always kept at 67 degrees Fahrenheit, the optimal temperature for your survival, it always felt cold.  In the ocean, the vibrations kept you warm.  The sounds of a whale calling to it’s lover, dolphins whispering hello, and sharks chewing their prey all prickled your skin in tiny waves.  You didn’t get that in your cell, because it was just you all alone until morning.  Then the cover would be lifted and you could embrace the world.

If freedom had a temperature it would be warm.  It would be sunshine of a cloudy summer’s day or the cotton candy machine churning out treats for a long line of toddlers.  It would the smell of butter popcorn and the snug fit of a new promotional cap.  While your world was small, you savored the seconds of your warmth outside of the cell.  You knew your days of warmth would continue to decrease as you got older and you wanted to cherish it.  This was your so-called youth that you overheard your audience joke about in between performances.  Youth, the thing that you knew you possessed, and the one thing that was being taken away from you in order to provide it to another.  Youth, the phrase that you understood in concept, but not what it showed in practice.

Until he fell into your cell.

It was what started it all.  His kindness and curiosity launched you into a journey of discovering what it meant to be young.  What it meant to live for today and tomorrow, making mistakes, learning from them, and making new ones.  Falling in love. And ultimately, breaking out of your cell.

You were sleeping when it happened.  You learned to find comfort in the dark.  You would sink to the bottom and roll yourself into a ball.  The entire side of your body would lay on the smooth, cold floor. As you rocked yourself to create small waves in the water, that always felt heavier at the bottom, you would fall asleep.  You equated it to “tossing and turning” in a bed, a feeling you had not experienced since your confinement.

The moment his body hit the water, you felt it through all of your nerves.  It was like an electric shock.  Your eyes opened, despite not being able to see anything, but your skin told you everything you needed to know.  Your legs fluttered behind you as you glided toward your target.  It almost seemed insulting to call it swimming as your technique was so graceful that it looked like a dance.  

At first, you didn’t know what it was.

The creature in your cell was about 5 feet and 11 inches in length, 180 pounds, and terrified.  It was thrashing around, causing more waves in the water and alerting you of its presence.  Your hands reached out and touched what you could identify was the middle of it’s back.  It was covered in a jean jacket, that felt tattered even in the water.  It was at that moment that you realized it was a person and one that didn’t want to be here.  

You knew it wasn’t a threat.  Most threats came in the form of scientific experiments.  These tests were accompanied by a bright white light and white lab coats and shades staring at you almost in the nude. They wanted you to feel scared and powerless, so they would never sneak up on you in your own terrain.

Your touch obviously scared the person more, and with a gasp, you felt the last bubbles of breath leave their lips.  Now terrified, you pushed the person towards the top of your cell.  You figured there had to be a break in it somewhere if someone fell in.  As you  neared the top, you heard the sounds of distant laughter and footsteps.  You knew the sounds of mockery when you heard it.  It sent a chill up your spine, and a bit of anger burned in your heart.  Why did people always have to hurt others?  You saw a bit of light towards one of the edges of your cell and you pushed the person toward it.  With a few hefty pushes, you finally got the person over the edge.  You continued to push and push until the person was laying on ground beside your cell.

You poked your head through the hole and looked around.  It looked different at night than during the day. At night it looked abandoned and scary.  You couldn’t see the other cells from where you stood at all, despite knowing that the dolphins were one over and the hammerheads were on the other side.  Your eyes narrowed in on the person as they got used to the darkness.

Your brows furrowed as you recognized him.  His usually styled dark brown hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, his full brows relaxed, his hazel eyes shut close, his sloped nose twitching as he sucked in air and his full pink lips stuck shut.  Grayson was quite popular since his arrival.  All the girls liked him and all the boys envied him.  To assert their status, some of the guys started picking on him.  They would point out that he only wore old clothes and knock offs, and that his mother did all his hair cuts at 18. It seemed as though their latest stunt was tossing him into your cell.

They didn’t know what was in here.  This area had been closed off, but it was easy for workers here to get to if you knew how.  The cover didn’t allow people to see inside, especially not at night, and during the day, it was too risky to come up here without getting caught.  You often heard people whispering above you, but no one ever broke in.  You assumed it was neighborhood kids daring each other and backing out of it the moment it got too real.  Most likely, Grayson didn’t know the rumors about the “dangerous creature” that lurked the last cell.  He probably tried to look cool and pretend to go into the cell.  They probably pushed him.

You rested you cheek on your arm which was resting on top of the tank.  He really was handsome. Tomorrow, this damage to your cell would be repaired.  You wouldn’t be able to exit it on your own.  Part of you wanted to take your freedom and do something great with it.  Runaway and save yourself from this hell hole.  

Instead, you watched the breath finally enter through his lips and the rise and fall of your chest.  You told yourself you wouldn’t get far.  That no one els like was ever able to successfully blend in and you were the last person to be able to assimilate into society. But this, watching him, was something you could do.  

You reached a hand out to touch his arm and then move to his shoulder and then to his cheek.  His eyes fluttered open and you retracted immediately.  Those hazel eyes squinted at you past his long lashes.

“Angel…” He whispered.  He coughed, water coming out of his mouth as he turned on his side.

He may have said more, but you retreated to the bottom of your cell.  You curled into your ball and rocked yourself as fast as you could.  You tried to forget and fall asleep.  You tried to pretend that tomorrow would be another day and you wouldn’t have to suffer the punishment…

Surprisingly, it was a normal day the next day.  At sunrise, the glass top of your cell slowly rolled back, allowing the light to slowly seep through.  You floated upward with trepidation, worried that there was danger waiting for you at the top.  However, as usual there was nothing.  You stepped out on to the roof and looked out over the town.

The houses looked like little dots next to the long spiraling streets and highways.  You could see cars slowly moving in bumper to bumper traffic, and the specks of people leaving their homes.  You wondered, like you always do if you looked like a speck too.  You walked to your clothing station, waving at the dolphins as you walked by their cell.  You hummed so they knew you were near.

Doris, the eldest dolphin, waved her left fin and then flipped around to twitch her tail fin twice to the right.  You sighed and nodded understanding her message.  One of the youngest dolphins was still having trouble sleeping.  It was “rescued” from one of the fishing traps in the sea and was still adjusting to captivity.

You motioned with your hands at first creating a cover for your eyes with one hand and then letting that hand drop into a fist on top of your open palm.  I’ll see what I can do.

You continued walking and opened the storage container.  As far as other workers at the park knew, this was where they kept the cleaning supplies.  Only you knew that this was where you got your clothes. As you put on your uniform, a white polo shirt and white wide leg shorts, you stared in the tiny, broken reflective piece of glass you kept there as a mirror.  Your mother once told you that you couldn’t run around naked because it wasn’t polite. Yet, every night, you stripped off your clothes to your undergarments and every morning you got dressed on this roof.  When you first were captured, you would hide away as you got changed.  Then you realized that you were just a speck.  Not just in terms of distance, but also of importance.  No one would ever be curious what you looked like without your clothes.  

Angel

The word popped into your head and you shook your head violently as if trying to get it out.  It was the way he said it, his chest puffing up with air and then that air releasing from his mouth almost like a gasp as he looked at you with these hopeful eyes.

It didn’t matter.  Grayson worked the wave pool as a lifeguard.  He didn’t even work near the performance arena.  Even if you did run into him, he wouldn’t recognize you.  It was way too dark for him to make out your features.  Still, you had to confess that the thought of him made you excited. The fantasy of him falling for you, the real you, was one that could keep your mind occupied for a long time.

You put on your socks and your shoes, your skin always drying quickly.  Your hair took a few minutes longer, but you put the cap on anyway.

Pete’s Ocean Land.

To some people it was an affordable, local Sea World that saved aquatic creatures from the beach a couple miles away.  For you and the other aquatic creatures here, it was a prison.  At least you got the chance to leave, because of what you were.  The dolphins, sharks, seals...none of them had the ability to just stand on their legs and play human.  That’s why you did your best to help them.  Making sure they had good food, alerting when they were sick, and keeping them company when you could.  It was easier since they understood you.  

You had inside jokes.  For example, your main job at Pete’s Ocean Land was as one of the lead dolphin performance instructors.  Prior to your arrival, they couldn’t get the dolphins to perform any tricks, but you were able to convince them to do it.  While you yelled out commands to the crowd, in reality, you were signing the moves to them.  The dolphins would often sign back rude or unseemly comments that made you stifle your laughter.  Sometimes, they would even ask you who they should splash and you always chose someone who was ruining the event for someone else.

The best part was, the language was a secret.  No one knew about it, not even your captors.  It allowed you all to speak freely and have a bit of community.  You didn’t know the origin of the language, but it was one your mother taught you back then. You always assumed it was the language of her people.

Your  mother.  Your father.  The images of your parents brought both happy and sorrowful memories for you.  Your father was human, but your mother was...whatever you were.  It wasn’t quite clear.  Mermaid sounded a bit far reaching as you didn’t have a fin or gills.  If you had to describe your activity under water, it was holding your breath under water for long periods of time and gracefully swimming.  Essentially, you were an amphibian.  On the outside, however, you appeared like a completely normal 18 year old girl. That was how you were raised until you were 13 years old.  Your parents died in a mysterious fire and on the way to the police station to get you up for adoption, you were told that your uncle would take you in.

Your uncle, aka Pete, was your dad’s eldest brother.  Apparently, your uncle had tried to persuade your father to put you and your mother in his little exhibit for years, but your father refused.  With him out the way, he now could do whatever he wanted with you. He told people he put you in the best boarding school, but in reality, you were locked away in one of the old tanks at the park.  You called it a cell, but you knew what it was...it was a tank just like the other animals.

At 13, you ability to breathe under water wasn’t that strong, but Pete trained you.  If you could call it that.  Locking in that cell until you clawed at the glass for help.  He would invite scientists who would push and prod you without a warning, and often with out anything on.  You felt disgusting and less than human...thus leading you to feel like you were.

In the five years you lived in captivity, the only hope you had was your job.  The occasional little girl that said she wanted your job when she grew up, or listening in on what was hip these days as teenagers conversed in the cafeteria, gave you the will to keep pushing forward.

You considered yourself lucky that Grayson had scurried off and was not found by any of the personnel. It allowed you to keep up appearances.

“Aurora?” You heard a voice ask behind you.

That was your name at the park.  Obviously, your uncle couldn’t let you just walk around using your real name when you were supposed to be away.  To emphasize your difference more, your hair was frequently dyed bright red.  You hated it because when it was freshly dyed it would taint the water in your cell and your uncle wouldn’t bother to change it for days. 

“Yes?” You said closing the cabinet.  You expected it to be one of the workers here to feed the animals.  Whoever they were, they were early.

Your eyes widened when you turned around to see Grayson standing there.  He looked different in the light.  His skin was so tanned, the muscles in his arms bulging under his white polo shirt.  His white shorts hit him different at the waist, like he was a model or something.  His hair was styled up in the front  and he was cleanly shaven.  His eyes, twinkling hazel eyes that looked green in this light, stared at you brightly.

“It was you! You’re the person that saved me!” He yelled.

You dashed forward, your eyes darkening in a way that Grayson had not seen anyone’s eyes change before.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said in your sternness voice  “But do not come here and yell at this time of the morning.  The hammerheads are still sleeping and they get restless.”

Grayson’s jaw dropped.  He let out a soft laugh that faded into a smile.

“I heard you were serious about this, but I guess I didn’t realize how serious.” Grayson put a hand on his chest and dropped his voice to a whisper.  “I won’t wake them.  I just, I can’t believe it’s you.  Last night…”

“What are you talking about?” You asked him frowning.  

Your uncle taught you how to deflect any weird questions and it was always by gaslighting.  Did you really see that?  Are you sure I said that?  He taught you threw practice and it hurt you to cause Grayson the same pain that you endured.

Seeing Grayson’s eyes saddened only made it worse.

“Please,” Grayson whispered.  “I don’t know how you were able to save me, but you are my guardian angel.  I can’t thank you enough.”

“I-I…” You stammered as you stepped away.  How could you deny something so sweet?

“Be honest…” Grayson asked.  “Is it just an empty tank?”

Your eyes widened.  Could this be the silver lining?

“Yeah…” You nodded, walking him over to your cell.  It was the first time you ever looked at it from this angle.  It looked so big, but down there, it felt so small. 

“Whew…”  Grayson said with a smile.  “I didn’t really buy that it was a monster or anything...but can’t say I’m not glad.”

“No monster down there.” You said, bitterly.  “The monster is up here walking around in sheep’s clothing.”

There was a silence.  Grayson looked at you, strangely.  You wanted to curl into your little ball.  You almost settled for the next best thing, running away, when his laughter stopped you.

“You’re so edgy, I love it.” Grayson grinned. 

You forced a laugh.  “Ha, yes, edgy.”  You didn’t really know what that meant, but you would figure it out eventually.

Grayson looked nervous and he glanced away from you.  You also took the opportunity to look at the sun.  You didn’t have a watch, but from the sun you could tell your shift was starting soon.  You needed to prep the performance arena area.  You motioned to leave when Grayson stopped you by grabbing your wrist.  His skin was so warm now.  It was warmth of the sun on the cloudy day, of the cotton candy machine, of butter popcorn...it was that warmth.

“Can I take you out to dinner?” He blurted out.  “I-I can invite my brother and his girlfriend if that would make you feel more comfortable for a first date.”

You shook your head. “Dinner? Date? Oh no, I can’t do that.”

You couldn’t leave the premises.  Even if you wanted to, you didn’t have anything else to wear.  He would know that something was wrong when you came in your uniform, soaking wet.

“How old are you?” He asked.  “Are your parents strict?”

“18...and sorta.”  Your real parents were not strict at all, but your captor was a demon.

“Hm,” Grayson rubbed his chin with his right hand.  “What about lunch at the cafeteria?”

You ate there anyway. There were no rules about you eating with coworkers.  You were just so weird, no one wanted to talk to you.

“Okay.”  You nodded.

His face lit up with the brightest smile you had ever seen.  You felt like your heart had been wrenched.  You felt your face get hot and you looked away.

“See you in front of Lu’s?” He asked.

You nodded again.  That was the burger joint in the cafeteria.  It was where everyone ate and the line was always long.  You never bothered to wait because it was lonely to stand on line by yourself.  Now, you had someone to talk to while you waited.

You heard Doris making noises and you turned around.  Grayson made an “aww” noise and ran over to look at her.  Standing behind Grayson, you saw that Doris was signing you a question.  She moved her head in a circle to the right before lifting and dropping her tail fin three times. That was an easy translation...

New mate?

“Grayson, let’s go.” You said, pulling his arm.  “Doris, is just trying to rile you up.”

“I don’t mind,” Grayson said, but he still allowed you to pull him, liking the way it felt to be held by you.

Behind your back, your crossed your index and middle finger before pulling your crossed fingers in a straight line toward the right.

Shut up.

You heard Doris make another sound as you both exited the roof area that you easily recognized as her laughter. 

By lunch time, you stood by the cafeteria with your head down.  The cafeteria was really just an outdoor food court with an awning made of cement covering each of the restaurants and a seating area.  It had archways all around that allowed people to enter from all side.  It was painted a pee yellow color that you hated, but you weren’t sure if it was only because you hated this place.  

With your (terribly) dyed red hair, people often stared at you.  When people tried to talk to you and realized that your vernacular and knowledge of the world was trapped to five years ago, you were seen as some kind of freak.  Once enough people realized you were weirdo, the bullying began.  They would make fun of you, sometimes pretending to be your friend only to humiliate you.  They would throw food at you.  The worst was just the laughing.  It felt like everyone who laughed just laughed at you.

“Hey Rory!” Grayson said.

You looked up to see him waving at you theatrically.  You pointed to yourself and he nodded with his laugh.  His laugh didn’t feel like daggers.  It felt comforting.

“Yes, you.” Grayson laughed.  “I wanted to give you a nickname and I think Rory is kind of cute.  You can call me Gray.”

“Okay, Gray.”  You felt a tingle of happiness.  You hadn’t had a friend or a nickname in so long, you forgot what it was like.

“Shall we?” He asked, gesturing to the long line, and you nodded.  

As you stood in line, you sucked in a deep breath.  All eyes were on you and you felt your entire body tense up.  You stared at the ground and said nothing as the line slowly inched forward.  Grayson cleared his throat and if you had looked at his face, you would have noticed his bashful expression.

“So, besides saving stupid lifeguards, what do you do in your free time?” You looked up to meet his eyes and saw his shining, pearly white smile.

Your eyes darted to the people around you, but this time you realized that it was not YOU they were staring, it was HIM.  Suddenly, you realized that people didn’t even see you around him because he was so gorgeous.  For some reason, this emboldened you to raise your head, just a little.

“Uh, I don’t really do much outside of work.” You said, trying to seem normal.  “I actually really like working with the animals.”

“Oh I see.  Do you want to be a marine biologist or something?” Grayson asked.  “I think you would be good at it.”

“I don’t know.” You bit your lip.  “I’m kinda known for being dumb.”

Grayson’s brows furrowed and you worried you somehow offended him.

“What do you mean?” Grayson asked.  “I see you rattle of facts about every species in this place every day, answering the wildest questions with grace.  Who is calling you stupid?”

You blushed.  “Well, outside of the water, I don’t really know much.”  You smiled.  “I mean, Doris doesn’t know what’s happening on Facebook.”

“Wait, you don’t have social media?” Grayson asked, his eyes going wide. “Like, nothing?”

You shook your head.  Grayson’s jaw remained wide for awhile and then he nodded.

“Oh right, strict parents.” He reminded himself.  “So, like how do you usually date people?”

“Ha, I don’t.” You gave a soft laugh that showed your shock at the ridiculous question.

Grayson smirked a little bit. “I mean have you ever kissed anyone?”

You thought about it and you did.  Before all of this, before you knew how different you really were, life was pretty alright.  You had your first kiss when you were nine, and shortly before the fire you had your second kiss with a boy in your class.  He said he wanted you to be his girlfriend, but he wanted you to think about your answer.  It was over a vacation break, so you had quite a bit of time. It was an easy decision, you were going to say yes. You just never got a chance to tell him.

“I have, when I was younger.” You glanced at him. “You?’

“Uh yeah, a few times.” Grayson looked away.  If you hadn’t kissed that many people, there was no way he was going to list his previous rendezvous.

“What do you do outside of work?” You asked, wanting to learn more about him.

“Typical stuff I guess.  I surf, skateboard, hike…” He continued to list outdoor activities that you remembered partaking in or hearing of during your childhood, but it all seemed distant now.

“You’re really active, huh?” You remarked.

“I like it!” Grayson jokingly flexed his muscle.  “I like to stay fit. Do you exercise?”

“Uh, I swim.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Ha, no kidding!” Grayson joked.  “A little embarrassing to be saved as a lifeguard.”

You smiled. Before you could respond, you realized you were at the front of the line.  It felt like a couple seconds with Grayson.  Time just flew with him which usually only happened during your performances.  The rest of you life was counting the moments until it was over.  You almost wished you could relish in this a bit more.

“Can I get the beyond burger, with the vegan cheese  fries?” Grayson ordered.  He smiled at you. “What would you like?  It’s on me.”

“What’s the beyond burger?” You asked, tapping your chin.  You usually went to the less frequented pasta place and got their pasta of the day.  You would split it for dinner, learning over the years that no one would feed you if you didn’t do it yourself.

“It’s a meat substitute.” Grayson explained. “I’m vegan, so…”

Grayson was getting embarrassed.  Being vegan wasn’t super popular in your area.  When he first starting working at Pete’s Ocean Land, the other boys ridiculed him for it, claiming there was no way he could have six pack without eating meat.  He soon learned it wasn’t worth arguing and just stopped talking about it.  It felt weird to have this conversation again and he didn’t want you to judge him.

“I’ll try it too.” You said to the person ringing up the order.  

Grayson’s eyebrows went up in surprise.  “Alright, well let’s throw in some vegan shakes too.”

The person nodded and gave the total. Grayson put it on his employee card and took the receipt.  You waited on the pick up line, rocking back and forth on your heels.  Conversation was so difficult for you, but you worried he would ask you more questions if you didn’t beat him to it.

“What do you want to do?  Is it your dream to be a lifeguard?” You asked.

Grayson laughed, shaking his head.  “No.  In my dream world, I would be a pro surfer, but right now, I could settle for being a diving instructor at some fancy resort.”

“You must really like the ocean then.” You deduced, a bit of hope in your voice.

“Yeah, I mean obviously I care about animals since I’m vegan.  But, ocean animals are like so cool.  It’s a whole ‘nother thing seeing them in their natural habitat and not in tanks.” Grayson paused and his voice drops into a whisper. He leans in to your ear  “Like don’t get me wrong, I’m glad Pete rescues these animals, but you never see him put them back.  They just stay here forever.  How sad.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt his hot breath on your skin.  It didn’t help that it felt like he was talking about you.  You would also have to stay here forever.  How sad.

“I wish we could set them all free.” You said in a low voice.

Grayson smiled.  He was staring at you with a soft sweet smile that made your heart loop-di-loop. “Yeah me too.”

The number on top of your receipt was called and Grayson went to retrieve your food.  You looked around the seating area for an empty space, chewing on your lip nervously.  You also hated looking for a seat, this where people would usually try to tease you or throw stuff at you.

“Come on, let me show you my secret spot.”  Grayson was holding your food in to-go paper bags, a move you hadn’t noticed until now.  

You follow him out of the cafeteria and around the corner.  There were some stairs that were blocked off, but Grayson ducked under the barrier with ease and confidence.  You followed his lead and walked up the steps to the top floor.  It was the roof of the cafeteria and there were tables with benches attached scattered around.  There was an umbrella on a few of the tables and Grayson chose one to sit under.  You guessed that people were once able to eat up here, but it was closed down for some reason.

“Nice and quiet.” Grayson remarked.

You sat down on the bench just as a cool breeze tickled you skin.  You didn’t feel like you were in your prison.  In this moment, you felt like you were on a real date.  With a very handsome guy who treated you to lunch and wanted to get to know you.  It was your first dose of normalcy in a very long time.

Grayson separated your meals, tearing the bag to use it as two plates.  You unwrapped your burger and inspected a bit before taking a bite.  Grayson was pretending not to stare at you, but he couldn’t help it.  He wanted to see your reaction.  Your eyes lit up.

“It’s delicious!” You said, covering your mouth as it was still full.  “I haven’t had a burger in a long time, but this tastes amazing.”

Grayson grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”  

You continued to devour your burger and Grayson watched as he fought back laughter.  He finally started to eat as well, but he would take bites without much thought, focusing mostly on you.

“Try the fries too.” Grayson suggested, pointing at your fries.

You nodded, shifting what was left of your burger to one hand and grabbing your a fry with your now freed hand.  Your eyes widened.

“This taste better than the cheesy pasta at Marco’s!” You remarked making Grayson laugh.

“As a mix of Italian and Irish, I can confirm that Marco’s may not be the best judge of cheese.” Grayson gave a bright grin. “But it’s really a cheese substitute sauce that add more seasoning to take compensate for the different flavor.”

“It’s amazing…” You gushed, eating more fries.

As you polished off your food, you couldn’t help but wish you had saved some for later.  It would have been nice to enjoy this for dinner instead of as one meal.  At the same time, something told you that it wouldn’t taste as good cold.  You hoped it would hold you over through the night.

“I love a girl who can eat.” Grayson said, sitting in front of his empty food wrappers.   “You almost gave me a run for the money.”

You gave him an embarrassed smile.  Your mother always criticized you for eating too quickly.  It would give you gas and cause uncomfortable bloating.  It had been so long that you had eaten something that you truly enjoyed that made you revert to your old habits.

“It’s not good for you.” You said, echoing our mom’s words.  Your eyes danced over to the milkshake, and your mother’s lecture was out of your mind.  You reached for it and took a sip.  

“This is amazing!” You said, sucking it down faster.

“You say that a lot.” Grayson teased, taking tiny sips of his milkshake.  “They are sweeter than real milkshakes to make up for the lack of fat, but I think this is made with oat milk.”

“I really like it.” You said, taking a breath of air.  “I want to eat more vegan food.”

Grayson grinned.  “There aren’t many vegan options here, but there’s plenty outside the park.  If you’re down, we can have a picnic or something after work.”

You face saddened and you shook your head. “I really can’t.”

“Where do you live?” Grayson asked.  “I am pretty good with parents.  Maybe if they meet me…”

You thought about your parents.  They would have loved Grayson.  He was sweet, polite, well-mannered and had a great sense of humor.  Your father would have probably tried to come off as intimidating, but then he would warm up within seconds telling embarrassing jokes.  Your mother would have made some iced tea or something and offer some of her homemade shortbread biscuits.  Tears stung your eyes and you blinked quickly to shove them back.

“No.” You shook your head again.  “It wouldn’t work.”

Grayson pursed his lips.  “Can I call you?  What about walking you home from work?”  

You shook your head sadly to both questions making Grayson sigh.  With slumped shoulders he announced why he was pushing you so much.

“Rory, my shift starts in 20 minutes. I can’t wait until tomorrow to see again.  I just want to spend more time with you.” Grayson leaned forward.  “I mean don’t you feel the connection between us?”

You blushed.  Of course you did, but not because you “saved his life.”  For the first time, you were just you.  You weren’t some freak being tested and experimented on.  For so long, your human status had been ripped from you and allowed you to be treated like garbage.  But Grayson saw all animals equally and it made you believe that he would be able to accept you too.

“I do.” You said, finally.  “But, I think we should take our time.”

Grayson nodded.  “Alright. That’s completely fair.”  He laughed nervously.  “My brother always says I fall hard way too quickly.”

You smiled.  Your friends used to say that about you too.  “Tell me more about your brother…”

You and Grayson talked for fifteen more minutes about your childhood and old memories.  It was easy to blend in with Grayson since he enjoyed reminiscing.  He didn’t ask you about current events or quiz you on gossip.  Talking with Grayson was easy and your mouth got dry from speaking and laughing.  Most of your interactions were with the other aquatic captives and that was all signing. You hadn’t heard yourself say things outside of the performance script in so long, you forgot that you had opinions and interests.

In the five minutes before Grayson’s shift, you cleaned up and took your trash downstairs to dispose of it.  Grayson reached into hug you and you tensed up a bit.

“Sorry, I smell like chlorine.” You apologized.

Grayson laughed.  “Don’t we all?”  

He hugged you tightly and you realized he was a liar.  He didn’t smell like chlorine at all, but of the most refreshing floral scent you had ever encountered.  It was almost like the smell of freshly washed linen being fluffed on a bed.  So comforting.  He waved to you and ran off to the wave pool.  You watched him run away before going to feed the dolphins.

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan fic #dolan twins fic #grayson dolan fluff #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins fluff #fic-cw #r-writes-fic

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A rundown of the Mermaid AU

Here’s a bullet list of my Mermaid AU and most of the content I have imagined for it! These are taken from three different posts on my main blog, but for simplicity, I compiled them all here! It is long, but feel free to read and get a feel for this universe!

All the Murphys are sharks, but they’re all different types of sharks.

Science doesn’t exist in my world so don’t expect genetics and aquatic ancestry to be something that is strict. Most families tend to stay within the same family and/or genus.

Connor is a Shortfin Mako Shark.

Zoe is a Blue Shark (Fun fact: Blue Sharks are a species of Requiem Sharks).

Cynthia is a Whale Shark.

Larry is an Oceanic Whitetip Shark.

Evan and Heidi are both octopus.

Evan is a Coconut Octopus.

Heidi is a Mimic Octopus.

Alana is a Pacific White Sided Dolphin.

Jared is a White Spotted Pufferfish.

Although intelligent like humans, mermaids will exhibit behaviors akin to their aquatic ancestry.

Evan being a Coconut Octopus will hide within ocean debris as a form of camouflage. This is often triggered by spikes in anxiety, but he also uses it to avoid interaction.

Jared absolutely puffs up. It’s usually caused by elevated emotion. Sometimes he’ll puff up because he’s upset, other times he’ll accidentally cause himself to puff up just from laughing too hard.

The Murphy family is a family a predators. They all have an acute and accurate sense of smell. Larry, Connor, and Zoe are active hunters, and when they are in hunting mode it’s hard to break them out of it until they are satiated.

Merpeople do form societies and interact with each other. They don’t hunt each other and unlike their aquatic ancestors, they don’t all follow migration paths. Some merfamilies will migrate.

Now I’ll give you all the cute and fun and interesting stuff…

Connor loves to explore any wreckage he can find. He’s super fascinated by human life and loves finding shipwrecks, plane wrecks, and even leftover skeletons.

He frequents the wrecks of military vessels most often and collects dog tags from fallen soldiers. He refurbishes them as much as he can because he likes to see the names of the men and women lost.

He often spies on humans who are boating as well. Be it a wedding boat, fishermen, or just vacationers, he just loves watching them from afar. However, the moment they spot him (usually only his dorsal fin on his tail), he dives away

.Hes accidentally becomes and ocean cryptid when a group of divers got a photo of him, albeit it fuzzy/blurry.

He’s obviously not aware of human cryptid culture.

Redditors think his viral photo is photoshopped.

Zoe isn’t as curious about humans. She is curious of the sky above and loves to watch birds as they fly around and feed on fish.

She goes stargazing a lot against her parents wishes. It’s dangerous at night and her parents (and most merpeople) fear poachers.

Zoe collects starfish on her tailfins. Since they are living creatures, she always communicates with them and makes sure they are okay with it.

Connor will leave jewelry and funky human artifacts he finds in Zoe’s room. She doesn’t know Connor is the one that leaves her random items and just assumes it’s Cynthia.

Cynthia is fascinated with human artifacts and frequents a lot of merpeople who are traders for human trinkets.

However, she is terrified of humans and doesn’t dare go near them. When she was younger, she got tangled up I’m a fishing net that belonged to poachers.

Larry is also fascinated with human trinkets, but not as much as Cynthia. Being an Oceanic Whitetip, he loves the tale of the USS Indianapolis.

He and Connor used to search shipwrecks together, but they’ve since grown apart and haven’t hunted or scavenged together in a long time.

I already said a bit of this in my last post, but being a Coconut Octopus, Evan uses physical objects to hide in and behind as a form of camouflage.

Though camouflage isn’t really necessary for merpeople being that they are able to fend for themselves and create/use tools, weapons, utensils, etcetera.

Evan’s camo is more of a reflex with his anxiety. If he’s nervous, anxious, or embarrassed, he’ll find the nearest Evan-sized object and fold himself up to fit. His tentacles can fold together tightly, he just has to account for his upper body not being as flexible.

Heidi is a Mimic Octopus as uses her camo as more of a fun party tricks. Mimic Octopus are able to disguise with many backgrounds, but are also able to contort and arrange their tentacles to resemble other species.

When Evan was little, they would travel to shallow banks along islands where the sun shone through the water really brightly. She’d contort her tentacles and do little shadow puppets of other species for him on the sand.

So, Jared is a pufferfish and not a porcupine fish. He has spines, but they’re very small and thin. They usually only show up when he’s inflated.

He HATES being inflated but it’s happens a lot.

Basically any elevated emotion inflates him. He’s angry? Puff! He’s playful? Puff! He’s excited? Puff! He’s sad? Puff! He’s [redacted]? PUFF!

He doesn’t care too much about human culture, but he is aware of this cursed video. He was hanging around a boat with a bunch of spring breakers and slipped a phone for a few minutes, stumbling across Youtube. Connor thinks it’s the funniest thing ever.

Oh, yeah, so merpeople don’t have any sort of electronic technology, but some of the most curious ones will snatch devices from boats. They are aware they don’t work underwater, so it’s usually like a dramatic spy scene of mermaids hanging out by boats with phones and tablets and messing around as much as they can for five to ten minutes.

Alana is super social and during vacations from school she’ll travel with merpeople and regular aquatic life and migrate around the world.

She’s traveled literally everywhere and has been doing it since she was a child. Her whole family used to go, but now it’s just her. Her parents trust her to be alone.

Alana has come across Sea World and other marine parks with Orcas and it makes her incredibly angry. There have been a few instances where animals in captivity have… Mysteriously escaped back into the wild…

She does have a super playful side and is very curious of humans despite often having a negative judgement/attitude towards them. When she just wants to have fun or relax, she goes bow riding along the wake of boats. She’s clever enough to not be seen.

Yes, there is merpeople high school because why not.

Again, science doesn’t exist and this au honestly doesn’t have rules.So just go ham and make mermaids, y'all!

I’m still deciding on how I want to portray Miguel, but right now I’m thinking Red Lionfish or Pacific Seahorse.That boy is something very colorful and proud!

So previously I mentioned there being an education system for merpeople as they do form societies.

So all the teens (minus Miguel) go to school together.

Their school, as well as most of the buildings in their particular society, is made up of scrapped parts from shipwrecks and other human debris. There are also some buildings and landmarks carved out of the landscape, but they gotta keep it fresh, keep it interesting. They’re still discovering and learning technology, but in their own unique ways.

(Okay, you probably didn’t even care about that fact but as an enthusiast for a “rebuild from the remains” aesthetic, I have to sprinkle in my little funky twists.)

The particular “town” of merpeople they live in isn’t very large and is constantly changing size and population due to some mers moving in and out.

Evan broke his arm over summer break in a coastal accident.

Seeing that merpeople don’t fully abide by the living standards of their aquatic ancestors, they tend to mix, mingle, and migrate without too much structure. Obviously certain families with stay together and there are some pockets of merpeople who live by more strict cultural rules. But for the sake of au, Evan and the gang live in a more relaxed mer civilization.

So, over the summer Evan was working with a group of mers that focus on coastal wildlife. Evan in particular focused on coral health and how it was being affected by human activity.

But our boy is depressed and lonely, so one day he strays from his usual group of coworkers and ventured toward a cluster of fishing boats. The general rule is don’t go near humans, especially when on the job.

He noticed that some of the boats were anchored, so he grabbed one of them from the seabed, hoisted it up the surface, and launched it above water for his to come crashing down with force behind it.

His arm got pinned under the anchor, thus breaking it.

Now, the rest of the AU at the moment is more freeform and doesn’t follow the plot of the musical, but I did want to included how Evan broke his arm.

Connor is not dead in this particular version of the AU, but feel free to craft multiple storylines and arcs with different outcomes!

Connor does paint his nails!

As previously mentioned, he is very fascinated by human society and like to get a little too close.

So, one day he came across some spring breakers and watched as they went about their activities sunbathing and painting their nails. As soon as they looked away, he stole several bottles.

It’s rare for him to find nail polish, especially since he ruined his first bottle by opening it up under water and losing the contents. But whenever a party boat or a boat of spring breakers rolls by, especially with a bunch of girls, he always has to check.

He quickly learned that whenever he wants to do his nails he has to make a whole thing about hauling himself up to surface and propping on a rock or a beach for some time.

He’s collected his signature black as well as a metallic purple, glittery pink, and bright turquoise. He wears the black and purple the most. He loves the other two colors, but poor baby is insecure and wearing nail polish as a mer is already enough to cause stares.

Jared also thinks that human legs are hot.

When Jared is puffed up, other mers will bop him around like a volleyball. It’s an unfortunate thing for any and all puffers.

Evan’s dad is a Barracuda mer, which for a Barracuda and an Octopus to mate is incredibly rare. It’s a wonder that Evan didn’t come out a totally wack and new sea monster.

But like I said, science doesn’t really exist here! Anything goes! Be whatever mer you wanna be! Love whatever mer you wanna love!

#mermaid au #mer au #deh #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen au #evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman #alana beck #zoe murphy #cynthia murphy #larry murphy #heidi hansen

[forthetaintedsorrow-whump]

SKK: Breathe

Little Mermaid(man) AU

This is a snippet from my Little Mermaid AU to celebrate Mermay!  This one features a sinking ship and Chuuya’s first encounter with things in the deep…

Content warnings: nearly drowning

Chuuya gasped, head barely above the surface, hands and face pressed against the rough wooden planks of the canted ceiling as the rising water lapped at his neck, his breath huffing loudly.  Cold crept up his neck and trickled into his ears, muting his harsh pants and confining his world to hard walls and suffocating water.  He had to find another way out!  Not wanting to waste what precious air he had, he took a gulp and shoved against the planks, diving back down.  Reaching out blindly in the dark, his fingers grazed what he assumed to be the wall in front of him, and he kicked forward, following his only guide.  He should have known these corridors like the back of his hand, but suddenly plunged into darkness, skewed akilter with the sinking of the ship, he was disoriented.  He struggled down what must be the passage, away from the blocked hatch.  If he could only make it, there should be a ceiling hatch further down the belly of the ship.  

The silence was deafening.

His heart beat thudded in his ears.  The darkness was oppressive, boxing Chuuya in, the creaking of the ship, twisting and warping around him under pressure as the sea drags it down, harrowing in its unnaturalness.  Bubbles popped and flitted across his skin as he swam.  

Chuuya counted the seconds. Two minutes.  Two minutes, and then he had to find air.  

Twenty seconds in and his hands collided with the hard frame of a doorway.  Using the rough-hewn frame as leverage, he thrust forward and soared down the hall, hands stretched out blindly in front of him.  And then reedy vines snagged at his arms and settled heavily across his neck and back.  Something hard smacked into his side, and his breath nearly expelled.  Chuuya flailed, things tumbling into him in the dark as the ship groaned and wailed around him like a harpooned whale.  He thrashed for a moment under the weight wrapping him before his hands caught on rough fibers and he realized it was a net, loose from its hooks on the wall.  He was forced to waste precious seconds as he struggled to free himself from the rope attempting to entangle him.  Finally thrusting it aside – 40 seconds – he kicked into another room, heart thudding.  He’s got to be close….surely….angling himself upward, Chuuya reached for the ceiling, and the hatch that had to be around here.  His hands ran across the planking, heedless of splinters.  Come on….come on! Did he not go far enough?  Where was it?   Panic crushed his heart in his chest and his breath in his throat as his time ticked down.

And then it hit him – the clutter in the passageway, things falling on him that should be weighted on the decking – the ship had turned under the water.  It was upside down!  He had to go down to get out.  He wanted to scream in helpless despair, the need feeling like a growing bubble about to burst inside him.

Chuuya swam downward to scour the new floor but came up empty.  He kicked back and forth, hoping he wasn’t missing any ground.  Lungs starting to burn, Chuuya swam forward into the wall and blindly followed it forward again, pulling himself around the corner and into the next room, where he kicked himself upward, hoping to reach a pocket of air this time.  Damn it!  Was the ship sinking too fast?  His time was running out!  With his chest on fire and panic curling beneath his ribs, Chuuya pulled his way across the planks.  When his fingers breached the water, he surged forward, room for only his lips and nose in the scant space left.  He gulped in air, gasping like a fish out of water, and coughed when he also caught saltwater.  A whine escaped his lips as the water crept up his cheeks, the few inches dwindling fast. He trembled with the cold, the exertion, and the icy fingers choking his pounding heart.  I’m not going to die like this! I’m not!  He pounded his fist against the bulkhead.  One more breath and he could make another try, surely that hatch must be in the next compartment!  

Inhaling deeply, Chuuya sputtered when something grabbed his foot and yanked, pulling him under. Chuuya kicked out, foot colliding with something soft.  The hand – it was a hand! – he felt it squeeze his ankle and then shift higher to wrap around his calf.  What the fuck?  Was someone else trapped in here?  Chuuya reached out with his arms, trying to kick and push past whoever it was.  He didn’t want to get dragged down by another drowning sailor.  He felt a shoulder but then the grip on his leg released and he felt arms grab around his waist and pull him against a larger body.

Chuuya jabbed out with his elbows, thought he heard a wumpf and bubbles flittering in his ear as he knocked the breath out of whoever was trying to latch on to him.  But the arm around his waist tightened, and a hand wrapped around his wrists in an iron grip, trapping him.  He grit his teeth and kicked out at the torso, but so close, he couldn’t get any leverage for a powerful blow.  The body he was pressed against writhed, and then surged deeper into the water, taking Chuuya with it.  Chuuya wanted to scream, what was this guy doing!?  He was going to bring them both to their deaths!  Chuuya could see nothing but blackness, could only feel the rapid flow of water against his body, the oppressive weight of the sea and the ship around him as he was dragged deeper downward.  His head felt like it was in a vice.

Suddenly, with a strong hand on his head on the back of his head, he was shoved firmly through a small opening, shoulder catching and skin tearing on sharp metal.  Chuuya writhed, precious air escaping in a silent hiss. As quickly as he was released, he was tugged close again and pulled onwards.

With what little information his senses could provide him in this black world, the change in pressure, the quality of the darkness, Chuuya could tell he was no longer confined in the ship.  Instead he felt the gaping yawn of the sea, away from any orienting structure, the naked exposure of the open ocean.  Nothing above or below him, kilometers in every direction between him and land, an alien world.  There was no telling how deep the ship had sunk.  The moonless sky left nothing but a void attempting to fill itself and suck the life and air out of him.

The merciless sea pressed against his ears and squeezed his lungs.  Were they even going up?  Chuuya’s throat worked and he swallowed around nothing, trying vainly to ease the pressure.  He exhaled his breath forcefully in a stream of bubbles as the burning became too much and his lungs begged him for another breath.  His fingers scrabbled and his nails dug deep into the skin of the arm holding him, and he twisted, futilely, trying to get free.  A hand cupped around his jaw forced his face upward, and lips pressed firmly against his, forcing a breath of air into his lungs.  Chuuya was dazed with the heady rush of oxygen and stilled his attempts to free himself briefly.  But it wasn’t long, and that taste of air not enough, before he was desperate for another breath and the panic rose in him again.  He kicked frantically and furiously, but the arm only tightened and they swam onwards.  Chuuya’s breath escaped him again in a rush, and he found it difficult to hang on to consciousness.  He hung listless in the arms holding him captive.  Another breath was forced into his lungs, and then they breached the surface. Chuuya gasped and heaved, coughing sea water, inhaling both air and sea spray as the water surged around them. Strong hands gripped his waist and shoved him up and onto some wooden crates, detached from the surviving wreckage of the ship.  He lay there limply, no strength left, wheezing and coughing in equal measure, simply trying to breathe. 

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Meeting At Long Last - Chapter 1

I LOVE soulmate AU’s so I decided to write my own. Should be able to post another chapter of this within the next week. Apologies for bad grammar. I’m still learning. Enjoy and know I’m sending the good vibes your way <3

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24753607/chapters/59847541

This is a message from Crossing Island! Please help us! We’re under attack from pirates! Please send someone to assist! Repeating message.

When the message started blaring through her Den Den Mushi, interrupting her much needed sleep, she knew she had to respond. She had only entered the New World a day ago, and already she was going on her first hunt. Given how few made it past Fishman Island, she was surprised it had happened so soon. She had been hoping for a break after almost being eaten by a Sea King during her ascent.

I guess getting some time off was overly optimistic she thought as she gazed at the destruction below.

Her hilltop vantage point gave her a good view of the destroyed town and the forest beyond it. The once proud town was now ablaze; flames sprouted out of the roofs of buildings while others had already been turned to ash and dust. Still remnants of the missing residents remained. She could see a burning home with daisies in the windowsill and well-tended ivy climbing its walls. Close to it was a child’s chalk drawing of a cat on the cobblestone path. This town was once home to peaceful people going about their lives, and now it was a burning husk.

Anger scratched in her chest. These scenes were not uncommon in the Grand Line, and each one added to her hatred of those who would so readily harm others for gain or entertainment. Fortunately, there wouldn’t be a long search for the culprit. After all, the lumbering figure wondering between burning buildings couldn’t be missed.

He was Mozo the Mad, a man with a 50 million bounty gained from raiding villages and towns. He was tall, easily three metres in height with a body and limbs as thick as a tree trunk. The clothes he wore were the same as those in his bounty poster; a grey suit and bowler hat that were far too small. As she watched him now, she saw the clothing nearly bursting at the seams with every movement he made.

Why wear such ill-fitting clothing? And why no shoes? She pondered his odd choice in apparel as he entered another building.

Maybe he is another idiot who thinks having a gimmick makes him intimidating.

Still his clothes weren’t his most stand out feature. That honour went to his face, which had two prominent features he was well-known for. The first was his smile. He was said to always be smiling, showing of his rotting, serrated teeth that were rumoured to give off an intense, foul odour of decay. The second was the deep scars that surrounded his thin lips, gained from his habit of absentmindedly chewing them.

She had tried to catch him while still in Paradise, but he disappeared before she could find him. It seems she had found where he disappeared to.

She had to capture him here, but she would have to plan this well. The small, flickering lights coming from the forest that surrounded most of the town told her the villagers were still nearby. If he ran in that direction, he wouldn’t hesitate to use them as shields.

The flames danced and Mozo continued to rummage through the destruction. Finally, she stood and stretched.

She was ready to begin. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blood and ash stained hands ripped up the floorboards of a now abandoned home. Mozo craved his well-earned treasure and so he searched the town. Beneath beds, inside mattresses and under floorboards. He teared into every space that could be used as a hiding spot.

So far, his search had netted him little. A few hundred thousand beli and a gold necklace was all the loot he’d found. Still he continued the search. The town had been built quickly with quality materials and expert hands. That doesn’t happen without money.

Wondering out of another home with no new loot, Mozo felt his frustration peak.

“Dammit!” he shouted into the empty town. He needed a new plan. Searching like this was getting him nowhere and as the flames spread the risk grew that they’d consume any loot before he reached it.

He considered finding the villagers that had escaped into the nearby forest. It wouldn’t take much to get them to talk.

Impatience took over, and he begrudgingly took a step in the direction of the forest when he felt it. A stabbing pain in his left leg that caused him to look down. Blood slowly trickled from a new wound on his shin, yet he couldn’t see a source.

He leaned in closer to inspect the wound. Had he injured himself in his search? It wouldn’t be the first time.

His inspection was halted by a sudden flood of light that illuminated the world around him. Looking up, he saw he was now surrounded by a circle of flame that towered into the night sky.

Unfazed by the odd occurrence, Mozo let out a booming laugh.

“Do you villagers think some flames will scare me off? No, this is just a minor annoyance.”

No response came. He searched for any movement or sign of life, but there was nothing. Even as sweat gathered on his body and smoke tickled his throat there were no perpetrators to aim his fury at.

“Hello Mozo.”

The female voice came from behind. It was barely above a whisper, so they had to be close. Hoping to capitalise on their mistake he moved to punch behind him. Yet as he spun all he felt was air. Stopping his swing, he looked forward, seeing the source of the voice.

His first though was that a rabbit mink stood before him, but soon he realised that wasn’t the case.

The figure before him was a freak in a pink and white rabbit mask.

Their attire was simple brown leather armour and boots. A small rectangular shield ran the length of their lower left arm, and an unsheathed sword glinted in her right hand.

It was obvious to Mozo that this person was his enemy, even an idiot could figure that out. Yet they appeared to be alone. The docks were some distance behind the figure, but he couldn’t see them past the wall of flames that entrapped them both.

Deciding not to wait to find out if this person was a threat, he smiled his most intimidating smile and pointed both his index fingers at his opponent.

“Spike Bullet!”

In an instant, two steel spikes emerged from his fingertips, aimed squarely at his opponent’s head.

The figure moved swiftly, easily dodging the projectiles.

There was no doubt that they were using observation haki. Even though he had yet to unlock it himself he still knew what it looked like.

Undeterred, he continued firing, failing to land a shot. Yet his opponent didn’t move, instead just dodging his attacks.

He realised their observation haki must be too powerful for his regular attack. He would need to use something stronger to get the upper hand.

‘Spike Barrage!”

He quickly shifted his hands, facing his palm toward them. With incredible speed, hundreds of spikes began emerging from palms. Using the full power of his devil fruit, he made the spikes morph between different materials and sizes. Ice, fire, wood, and steel spikes all appeared, some the size of his head and others smaller than a needle.

A streak of confidence took over him. There was no way they could beat this attack. No one else he had ever face had survived it. Unable to see through the barrage of spikes, he slowed it, confident he would see a corpse before him.

His confidence quickly faded however, when he saw his opponent standing in exact same spot. The only difference was the damage caused by the spikes to the area that surrounded them.

Impossible! He thought in a panic. I fired hundreds of spikes at em and they dodged them all? They must have a devil fruit. It’s the only explanation. A logia maybe? Every hotshot with a logia thinks they can beat me.

Mozo wouldn’t get the answer to his question. Instead all that he would see was black after the same figure standing before him crept up behind him and knocked him out with a swift, well-aimed punch to the back of his head. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The click of the sea stone shackles as they enclosed Mozo’s wrists and ankles bought her a small sense of satisfaction. His capture would not make the New World any safer, but one less scumbag was a good thing.

Detaching the chain from the back of her belt, she attached the hooked end to the chain between Mozo’s wrists. He was too heavy to carry, so dragging him was her only option. 

Letting out a sigh, she began dragging her captive toward her ship.

My muscles are going to hate me for this.

She walked in silence as she made her way forward. The only sounds were the crackling of the remaining flames and the crunch of soil and the clinking of the chains as she dragged her quarry to the edge of town. As she walked past the broken town sign, the wind picked up, dust and leaves floated past her.

This was no ordinary wind. The trees far ahead of her weren’t moving and the clear sky signalled that there was no incoming storm. Something was coming toward the island, and she doubted it would be pleasant.

Then it hit her, just like the wind had. There was a powerful force heading toward the island. If she had less skill in observation haki, she would have said it was one being of immense power, but she could sense a large group. One stood out though, like a tsunami against a wave. Whoever or whatever they were, they were not to be trifled with by someone of her strength.

Her gaze turned to the town’s dock and the horizon beyond. There she could see the source of what she had sensed. A ship was sailing toward the island, the whales head that made up the vessels bow the its three tall masts poked at her memory. She knew them but didn’t remember where from.

She thought at first to describe the ship as massive, but somehow the word felt like a disservice. As it drew closer its size seemed to only increase, a testament, she felt, to the strength of those who dwelt onboard.

A fluttering to her side drew her attention. It was a singed flag that was stuck under some rubble. It was the Jolly Roger of the Whitebeard Pirates.

“Oh”.

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A Chapter a Day... Savage Heart CS AU

A love story between a pirate and his savior. An innocent, beautiful, selfless woman meets a man with no manners, no formal education and not even a last name. Will Emma fall in love with Killian once she discovers that beneath his tough exterior lies a heart-wild, but a heart of gold? This is a Captain Swan AU

Beta-ed by the awesome @ilovemesomekillianjones

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Chapter 16: Relic of Lost Love

Archie can't believe his good fortune as he looks at the sight before him. While scouring the town and its surrounding areas in search of a house for Killian and Emma, he had come across the ring that Brennan had gifted Madeline during their affair, while at an Estate sale. It wasn't a surprise that the ring had been disavowed. He knew that John must have found the ring and sold it for a good amount of money to pay for his vices. John was a greedy man that no doubt had noticed the value of the ring as soon as he laid eyes on it.

Archie had never approved of the relationship, he had told his friend many times but that is in the past. However, in this moment in time, he knows for a fact and beyond a reasonable doubt that the ring belongs in the possession of its true owner, their son Killian. Archie honestly hopes the ring will be the start of the beginning of a happy ending for both Emma and Killian; a new hope.

Perhaps the ring will be a symbol of bliss this time around and erase its past curse. He had known Brennan's feelings for Madeline were true; sadly they had fallen into an all-too-common affliction around those parts, not to mention bad timing and unfortunate circumstance. The ring had been meant as a pledge that only ended up being a broken promise of love. It was the other half of a set; he gave her the beautiful engagement ring and Brennan kept the bands in hopes of someday making it a reality. Archie knew of his friend's wishes to someday make Madeline his wife, sadly it was not meant to be.

Madeline Jones family was considered upper-middle class and she was an only child. She had married John Long due to her father's demand; growing up, her mother had been her only ally and had died some years prior, so she had no other choice but to follow her father's instruction.

John Long was an ambitious merchant that seemed to be destined for greatness. Not long into the marriage, he had proven to not be the match that her father had hoped for. Sadly, the prediction never came true. He drank away his riches with whores and the small inheritance Madeline had received upon her father's sudden death not long after her nuptials was long gone too.

Madeline had met Brennan Booth two years into her marriage and had fallen madly in love with him but she knew that John would not let her go; especially because they shared a young son, Liam. She found out of her pregnancy with Killian after their affair had ended. She had tried to reach out to Brennan in hopes of a dashing rescue for her and her children, only to come face to face with his new high-class, pregnant wife.

Madeline knew that once upon a time she would have been considered a good match for Brennan; her family at the time was far from being destitute by any means, that is until her husband got a hold of anything of value and squandered it away. If only she had met Brennan first.

Madeline had finally accepted her life, and with it, the shame of her youngest son not having his father's name. Not knowing that her husband knew of her affair and had denied Killian his last name.

Archie had never had a problem with Madeline but the circumstance that engulfed her relationship with Brennan which left much to be desired. He had helped Brennan acquire the ring, a token of devotion for his forbidden love, to have whenever she couldn't be with him. The ring was a platinum 2.5 rose-cut diamond, flanked by two baguettes with the inscription 'eternally yours'. He knew that his friend truly would be hers eternally but alas, it was time to admit that they would never be free to be together.

Once his marriage to Cora became a reality, Brennan had no choice but to end all ties with Madeline. The last bond he had were the wedding bands he had so foolishly purchased to match her engagement ring. He didn't have the heart to completely make them disappear and instead he gave the rings to Archie for safe keeping. Unbeknownst to Brennan, she was already pregnant with Killian, his first-born and eldest son.

Like father like son, Archie thinkst as he shakes his head in disappointment. They are both good men that sometimes don't listen to their hearts. Brennan had loved Madeline and instead of fighting for their love, he simply accepted the arranged marriage to Cora. He had seen the interaction between Killian and Emma when they talked to him about their relationship. It had felt so honest, so real. It could not all be lies. Yet neither man was willing to fight for the love they had in front of them.

Archie is too upset and doesn't realize at the time of his altercation with Killian that he never mentioned the rings. Before boarding the ship to Arendelle to rendezvous with David Nolan, he spots a messenger that he knows Killian trusts well, and quickly writes a note for Killian with the exact location of the rings and the house.

Killian lingers at the tavern after Archie leaves. He knows he's disappointed Archie and he is still trying to make sense of what had happened. He had told Smee the truth, but that did not mean he did not care for Emma. There is no way he would admit to anyone, much less himself that perhaps there is more to this tale.

After receiving the note from Archie, Killian leaves the tavern. He ventures into Archie's office and follows the instructions that should lead him to the objects he is searching for. He's standing inside the organized office with the paperwork of the house Archie had purchased on his behalf; to be his new home. The house purchase includes furnishings and all that was left behind by the prior owner, Lady Lucas. It was meant to make the transition easier for all parties involved; especially easing the older woman's move to her granddaughter, Ruby Whale's home.

In his other hand lays a ring with an inscription and wedding bands. The irony is that he had just asked Smee to find him rings. The ring with the inscription feels familiar, somehow. The engagement ring is beautiful and he knows it will be perfect for Emma. He chooses to ignore the inscription for now, refusing to acknowledge the reason for his thoughts.

Killian Jones next heads to the part of town that as a young boy he never would have thought one day he would call home. The difference in class is obvious, even to the blind. The roads are not made of dirt and gravel, the houses are grander, too. As a boy, he wished to live in one of those houses, filled with love unlike his own.

Walking to the address listed on the paperwork, he eventually finds himself standing in front of the house that is meant to be his new home with Emma. Today is the day that his childhood wish becomes a reality, he stands in front of a house that is his, the house Emma and he will make into a home.

The house in front of him is a beautiful white-washed cobblestone, two-story, gated house. The neighboring houses are at a distance that provides seclusion and privacy to each homeowner. Their new home is surrounded by sky-reaching trees and possesses a well-lived home feeling to it. Around the corner, it has a direct entrance to a beautiful balcony of what appears to be the main living quarters by means of stairs that seem to snake around the side towards the backyard.

The house appears to be modest but upon closer inspection, it is bigger in size than the other houses in the immediate neighborhood. Yet it is not exactly as large as what Emma had grown up in, but he still has a feeling that she will love it.

As he explores the property, he is stopped in his tracks by a breathtaking garden with flowers of so many vibrant colors. He can smell the flowery, sweet, fresh aromas mixing together into a perfect floral natural fragrance. The flower beds are comprised of some easily recognizable flowers, like red and pink middle mists and bright white and yellow buttercups. Then there are others he doesn't recognize because he's not exactly a is an added bonus since he knows Emma enjoys gardening.

The house and its surrounding property is encased by trees and grass all around. The trees provide the perfect amount of shade and an earthy crisp smell. He can picture them taking walks around the large backyard together whilst she picks flowers to brighten the house with the sweet smell of blossoms that overpower the soft scent of the morning's dewy grass.

He finally finishes his inspection and heads back to the estate with a bright smile on his face.

The wedding is almost upon them. He has kept busy with his duties as steward and his new business. Michael Thomas seems to have taken to the business almost instantly and has proven to be an asset to Killian, despite his instant dislike for Smee.

Smee seems to rub everyone the wrong way. He may be a pirating rodent but he had been loyal, and for that, Killian would always be thankful.

Despite his excitement for their new home, Killian has been distant with Emma since returning to the Booth house following the incident with Archie. He is avoiding her all in name of self-preservation, but he misses her.

Emma has hardly seen Killian since their talk with Archie. She is busy organizing for the wedding with help from Cora. She would have preferred her mother's help but Snow has yet to soften towards the idea of the marriage.

Cora has helped her obtain her gown and a very simple yet beautiful negligee. The impending wedding night is starting to make her a nervous wreck. She can still hear Milah's words, "The poor thing wouldn't know what to do to captivate and maintain any man's attention, even if her life depended on it," echoing in her mind.

On top of all she's had to endure at her cousin's selfishness, there is more; she has to add insult to injury, because in her near future she is going to be competing with Milah once more, since Milah had shared a bed with Killian. Her cousin must be a great lover since Killian had been so eager to get her back. She would dwell on that later, but for now, she has other priorities.

With the wedding quickly approaching, she has talked to Mother Superior tells her that they need to meet with the priest to go over final details and submit baptism certificates and so on.

Emma wonders if there will be a problem because he only has his mother's last name? It doesn't bother her, but will it be an obstacle?

She worries about Killian backing out at the last moment, the thought of him rejecting her scares her more than it should given that her first betrothed left her for her cousin.

Emma has to calm down her nerves. She knows that the wedding is but a mere arrangement, but sometimes she can't stop herself from experiencing feelings that do not align to those of a business transaction. Emma glances in his direction when she thinks no one is watching. She misses their camaraderie.

As the wedding grows ever closer, Emma and Killian are ignorant to the meddling going on beneath their noses. News of their impending wedding is about to reach Milah and August on their honeymoon trip, courtesy of Snow Nolan.

After the failed attempt to get a message to David regarding the nuptials, Snow sent Enith on a new mission to get the missive to Milah and August.

Archie smiles as he steps off the vessel that has brought him to Arendelle. He looks around the docks, trying to find the familiar face of his friend. He waves hello when he sees David Nolan.

"Hello, old friend! How have you been?"

Archie smiles while looking around, "Great and happy to finally be here. It is a nice place you have found and made into a second home." The two make small talk as the leave the port and head to David's, but. Archie finds himself in a dilemma; should he tell David of the wedding expected to take place within days at Misthaven?

As the two sit down, David wastes no time in getting to the important questions. "Tell me about my family. Are they happy?"

Archie looks around the small dining room, choosing his words before he speaks. Offering his friend a genuine smile, he starts, "Milah is on her delayed honeymoon, she and August are traveling." He averts his eyes as he reports the next part. "Snow hasn't been in the best health."

David sighs and with downcast eyes tries to hide his guilt. "And my Princess? My little duckling, is she okay?"

Archie is obviously uncomfortable with the question his friend has asked, even though he had expected it. He knows of his friend's love for his family, especially his daughter. "I enjoyed her company at the Booth estate and she was positively radiant, she glowed."

David is happy to hear that. "Tell me; was she not too heartbroken over the betrothal being canceled and that idiot marrying her cousin? I was never happy with that match."

Archie considers mentioning the wedding but reconsiders swiftly since he has no idea if Killian took his advice. He opts for giving his friend some good news. "I believe her heart has healed from the horrible experience with August, she is living temporarily at the Booth estate with her mother. She has reconsidered taking the vows."

David is confused about the living arrangements. "Why are they staying at the Booth estate?"

Archie unconsciously shifts in his seat and looks at his empty cup and then there is a knock on the door. "Should I get that?"

David quickly gets on his feet and goes to the door. There stands one of the most honored captains in the Arendelle Navy and his adoptive nieces, Liam Long.

"Archie, please allow me the honor of introducing Captain Liam Long of the Arendelle Navy." David stands proudly next to the young man.

"Liam Long?" Archie says as he carefully peruses the young man, he holds a resemblance to someone, but at the moment he cannot say who.

Liam stands there and without knowing, his right-hand goes to scratch behind his ear. Archie doesn't miss the action and that is when the realization hits him. "It is so nice to meet you, young man. I'm sorry; do you happen to have any family in Misthaven?" Archie knows that this is Killian's brother. He remembers the name now and his conversation with Killian.

David and Liam are a little confused by Archie's question.

"I apologize; I believe I know your younger brother, Killian Jones." Archie carefully smiles as he notices recognition in the young man's face.

"Yes, he is my brother." Liam avoids David's gaze for a moment before mouthing, "I'll explain later."

After the girls go off to entertain themselves, the three men sit back down at the table. "Archie, you have yet to answer my question." David stares at his friend awaiting his answer.

"Snow moved in with Milah to the Booth Estate because of her health, Emma was still at the convent at that time. It was only temporarily so she wouldn't be left alone." Archie cannot help but glance at Liam. He doesn't see much resemblance between Killian and Liam, but the eyes are Madeline's. The brothers share their lovely mother's piercing blue eyes.

"David, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind my company on your trip back to Misthaven. I wanted to surprise my brother." Liam waits for an answer as he looks around the room.

"Sure, we would be happy to have you. Archie, is this Killian the one you are here on behalf of?" David gets up to put a new kettle of tea to enjoy.

"Yes, he is starting a small business much like yours. I thought the two businesses would fit." Archie takes the offered cup.

"Liam, did you know of this?" David hands a cup to him.

"Killian's existence was recently revealed to me. I know nothing of his business endeavors," Liam admits as he adds a bit of sugar to his tea.

"The name sounds so familiar to me." David sits down with his own cup and gestures for Liam to pass the sugar.

Liam and Archie share a look that the third man completely misses.

August unfolds the missive and reads the message aloud. "Milah, please, come home soon. Emma and the new steward are to marry. Help me stop my daughter from making this mistake. With Love, Aunt Snow."

The message had been intended for his wife but it was an obvious cry for help. He is confused with his conflicting feelings, because not long ago he would have applauded the union, but to be honest he never truly thought Emma would accept Killian Jones' advances.

August feels wounded by the news of the swiftness with which he has been replaced in Emma's heart. Milah cannot hide her anger and wrath. Killian is crazy if he thinks he is going to betray her; especially with her cousin of all people.

August is too busy lost within his own thoughts to contemplate his wife's obvious ire at the news.

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[aphelyons]

Mer Hugh Culber

I know Mermay was like.... months ago. But here we are, in August, and this is finally done.  ..and why not? because lets be honest.... stranger things have happened in Star Trek canon. Lol. I also wrote a little introductory story, where Hugh is a merman and Paul is human, which I have put under the cut below. (It’s 2k.) I’m still writing more for this little AU, as it’s really chill, light and just exploratory - so, I’m enjoying the world building. I’ll eventually upload it to AO3 when I’m done. Anyway, lil story under the cut. It’s quite rough, and un-beta’d. 

fyi; It’s set a little in the future, but not quite as far as prime!verse. Maybe on Earth? Maybe not?  ---- ---- ---- ---- Paul is an officer aboard a submarine vessel, and is one of the offers in charge of navigation and subsequently has to monitor all activity on the sonars. He notices strange ambience waves, much like a whale songs, on the radar. It's a ‘guilty pleasure’ of his, to sit there and watch the radars with whalesong in his head, while on duty. The submarine is awfully stifling, clinical, isolated and just... shit, honestly. How he ever ended up here he’ll never know. Every time he's under the ocean in this damned tin-can, he misses the life from above, and even the life of coral littered floors. 

So he picks up his headset, and listens to the whale-song. 

It's not a whale he's ever heard before - and he has heard a lot of different whalesong, from many different waters - it's... not quite as pitched as a whales, not as loud. It's soft and close. Although it’s too deep to be a dolphins, and dolphins ‘in this area’ don’t really venture out this far anyway. Whatever is making the song, it's beautiful, so he sits back for the rest of his shift - monitoring the radars, doing his systems checks, just listening to the song. 

It's an hour before the end of his shift, and the song simply stops without much warning. He waits for that remaining hour, but the song doesn't return - usually it does. The creature must have swam away, or maybe something happened - as is ocean life. So he goes through changeover, asking the next crewman to record any whale-song he might hear, to which they’re friends and he’s happy to oblige Paul’s strange tendencies. He goes off to the mess hall - which he calls the sardine can, with little affection -  for a quick dinner. He finishes his evening up quickly with a shower, then returning to his bunk to read and ends up falling asleep with the book half open on his chest as usual. 

The next day an aircraft carrier, from the direction they came from, was requesting their assistance with drills. So they divert route, and go back the way they came. There was no urgency to the request, no rush at all, so the engines worked at the same speed. It’s an opportunity to restock supplies anyway, not that they were low, but on a submarine, it is never a bad thing to have supplies. 

When Paul’s shift recommences, returning to his station, they are passing through the same waters that they had yesterday. It was almost at the exact same coordinates when the song began again. Puzzled, he records it - as his friend hadn’t heard anything overnight - this time for further analysis. He’ll cross reference the audio with the archives to pinpoint what creature it might be. He marks the location, and makes many observations as he can with the fluctuations and patterns of the creatures song. 

Nothing had quite excited him in this tin can as much as this does, not for a long,long time.

When they reach the rendezvous point, something went horribly wrong with the drills, and they will end up needing repairs. Thankfully nearby an island, to which the crew who is not needed - like navigation - will spend the next while off-duty while the repairs are taking place.

Paul takes the opportunity to hire a small vessel to go investigate the sonar readings. Attached to it is a one man pod meant for deep sea diving. The sea here is not so deep and nearby there are plenty of coral reefs and other islands, too. So him, his friend Straal and a small team, charter out to the location of the coordinates that Paul had marked. They monitor the radar, listen with sonar devices and other equipment that they have on their very small vessel. 

They pick up something faint, and perhaps the equipment on the ship just isn’t comparable to high grade military equipment, so he Paul takes the one-man pod and dives down into the waters with it, trying to navigate and triangulate where the song is coming from. 

He does so, fairly close to the surface, really, as the ocean at this point falls away into a deep trench, and he hasn’t dived that far down into the waters comparable to the depths available. On the little radar within, he notices that something is in his direct vicinity and the song is so loud now. Even if he turns off the recording device Paul can hear it faintly, and so softly through the hull of the pod. 

Yet, there's still no sign of the creature. He manoeuvres the pod around in circles, in all dimensions, trying to get a glimpse of the creature. Surely it must be close, so close. It’s when he catches glimpses of bubble trails and disturbed water that his heart begins to race. He should be frustrated, really, but the mounting feeling of just being giddy and excited is overwhelming. 

Eventually, he's quick enough to catch a glimpse of a tail - just a corner of it - it's dark, and illuminated with spirals of reds, oranges and deep purples. It's... Well, it’s certainly not what he expected. And what kind of creature moves like this? It’s so agile, and fast. It’s certain to him now that that wasn't the tail of any dolphin he knows. Yet it’s as playful as one.

He has to see this thing more than just a tiny glimpse of it’s tail before he could ever allow himself to surface. He’s so close to figuring out his mystery. So, he gets an idea. 

He cut the engines and turns off the lights. Only the faintest lights from the instruments were left, and glow faintly over his skin. He waits. It’s clear that the creature is curious. Eventually it will be curious enough to face him. Well, it should be. He hopes.

He hears a soft thud of something, making contact with the hull of the side of the pod, it wasn’t violent or hard. The noise came from just out of sight from the large window that spans the entire front of the pod, allowing the driver of the pod to have a vast and wide view of the ocean before them - before Paul. 

It’s a few moments later - and by this time Paul’s heart his hammering nervously in his chest - when the tip of the beautifully patterned tail came into view, edging its way very slowly into the view of the window. It's tail was beautiful, scales gleaming under the glistening low light, and the light of the colourful instruments inside of the pod danced over the membrane. Whatever this beautiful tail belongs to, for all their playful antics from before, somehow now they had become shy or cautious. Paul can’t tell which. 

It was when the body of the creature came into view that his heart stopped dead in his chest. 

It’s a man. 

But what man can swim unassisted at these depths? With no gear at all? And what kind of mans body was ...attached to a beautiful tail? He can’t comprehend what is in front of him. His mind flips and churns over trying to reason with what he is witnessing. A creature? A man? A myth? All of the above? What was right before his eyes didn’t make sense. Paul’s eyes are as wide as his, and his skin, unlike Paul’s is dark, and gleams and glistens so beautifully in the low light of the ocean. Paul slowly begins to take in all the stranger details of what is before his eyes, this myth does in-fact have gills that trail down his neck - more along his torso - as well as golden markings along his sides and back that contrast so vibrantly against his dark skin. Frills and fins adorn his back and shoulders, his defined and muscular chest is dotted with more glowing, golden markings.

Despite all of this - despite all these strange and unfamiliar things - he seems so human. He looks so human. His face is just the same as any humans, his arms and his entire torso too. 

His hands, that are darker again, and dotted with more glowing markings and fade into the tone of the rest of his torso further up his arms you go, are so gently placed on the glass as he stares inwards directly at Paul. They are human hands, even if they are sharply clawed. This creature - no, this man - is staring at him, and Paul can not bear himself to tear his vision away from him, either. They’re curious, he can see it in his eyes, but also considering and perhaps a little cautious. The intelligence behind his eyes is undeniable. This is no creature.

After forever and a moment, Paul remembers how to breathe. The next moment, he forgets how to move autonomously and finds that his body is arching forward, slowly, towards the glass. He’s reaching towards where the webbed hands that are pressed up against the pods thick glass and he places his against it, against his. 

The man, this mythical man, breaks his gaze away from Paul's eyes, looking over his hands. Then his gaze wanders all over the rest of Paul's body, tilting his head in the most universally understood motion. He's learning. 

So Paul slowly brings his free hand, careful not to startle this man, and gestures towards himself. 

"Paul." He says simply, his voice too quiet, from how awestruck he is. "Paul." He says again, louder, more assuredly, pointing to himself again. 

Then this impossible man performs the impossible, as at this depth where light was scarce - he illuminates the cabin with just his smile. Not literally, of course, but Paul is entirely mesmerised by how bright and illuminating his entire presence is. Paul’s curious companion begins to hum the song that had become so familiar to Paul, singing to him - for him. Paul finds himself smiling along with him, entirely captivated by everything about him.

Suddenly the mythical man looks out into the waters behind him, and it’s clear that there is something out there that has caught his attention and bothers him. He frowns - and it’s so relatable to human experience, it surprises Paul - and turns back to Paul. He makes a gesture so alien to him, he can’t even begin to decipher what it’s meaning can possibly be. 

Then he turns, and swims away. He’s out of sight - gone - into the beyond of the inky waters, leaving Paul mystified and in awe, over what had just happened. 

The reality of it has already started to feel like it was all a dream. But, there, right on the glass, is a hand print with several tiny scales that had stuck to the window. It wasn't a dream, and that is his only proof.

He snaps back into reality as he becomes aware of the distant sounds of his comms blaring, from somewhere behind him where he had discarded the device. Straal and the team are calling out for him, wondering ‘what the fuck is going on, Stamets. What had happened?’ Silence from him was rare, after all. He puts on the headset again, restarts his engines, and assured them that all is fine and he is fine. He manoeuvres the pod back to the boat, and as he surfaces, swinging the hatch free, he steps out of it bearing a smile that he knows that none have them have ever seen before in his life. He doubts he’s ever smiled this hard in his life. 

Instantly the team on the boat descends on him, asking what on earth happened. 

"He found me." he says still entirely bemused. 

"He?" Straal asks. And if Paul has never smiled this much, Straal certainly has never looked so bewildered. 

"Oh, Straal... You will not believe who that song was coming from, and he is unspeakably beautiful." 

So Paul dedicates himself to finding out more about this man born of myths. What does he know? Who does he sing to? Is he alone? Will they ever be able to communicate?

He endeavours to found out.

//end

#Mermay #Merman #Hugh Culber #Star Trek Discovery #culmets #Merfolk #Paul Stamets #alternative universe #Fanart #my writing #Mermaids #fanfic #AU #Art with a story #mermay2019 #even tho its hella late #gay #neon #painting #concept character #hey look! i am still doing digital works! #myartwork

[attackfish]

Au where everyone can shapeshift into an animal?

I don't have this exact AU, but I have a very close one. Continued from: [Link], [Link], [Link] and [Link].

1. The very first thing the Southern Water Tribe does when Kanna lands in the South Pole, after feeding her and letting her rest, is take her ice dodging. This is a tradition as old as the tradition of Northerners sailing to their Southern kin to get out of unwanted betrothals, and Kanna might have been born in the North, but she is a Southern Water Tribe woman, and she runs with the pack.

2. They do not take Pakku ice dodging when he comes. He isn't jealous. He can turn into a whale. And anyway, the whole Southern Water Tribe wolf transformation, where everyone transforms, not just the learned sages, and only under the full moon, is strange and barbaric, thanks. Not like the far superior Northern way of doing things. Kanna mocks him ruthlessly for this attitude.

3. Aside from community cohesion, the Southern Water Tribe's universal lycantropy serves a practical purpose in keeping the tribe fed. It's much easier to hunt big game on land as a pack of wolves. So this is what they do, hunting the slothadons and giant penguin-deer found in the interior of the South Pole continent. When the hunt is over, they carry the kills back to their villages. In the cold, the large kills keep, and they can live off the results of the full moon hunts for weeks.

4. There is always at least one woman from each village left behind with the children during these hunts, usually the woman who most recently had a child, and every infant born in the Southern Water Tribe has suckled from a woman who was in the form of a wolf. Some nativist hidebound jerks try to claim that women like Kanna aren't real Southerners because they didn't as babies. Most Southerners don't think much of this line of thinking, however.

5. Hama, like all Southern Water Tribe women, is a werewolf, and Katara and Sokka at first feel intense sympathy with her, as someone who has no one to run with on the full moon. But Hama's long lonely full moons in captivity taught her how to bend in wolf form, and in so doing to bend the blood inside a living creature.

#avatar the last airbender #Katara #Sokka #five headcanons #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #sokka the meat and sarchasm guy #katara is the answer

[mugsywrites]

Going through my notes...

And saw this little scrap from the Wildlife Photographers AU verse. Not a full fic, but thought y’all might enjoy.

Panthera uncia

For Daryl and Paul, photographing animals in captivity is nothing compared to doing it in the wild. The animals are every bit as beautiful, but in the field they possess an energy that is otherworldly. Seeing a tiger close up at a zoo or at the Kingdom is an amazing experience but it’s nothing like seeing even a hint of one at a distance in the wild. Daryl’s not a religious man, but he imagines the feeling he gets when he sees a rare species is the closest he’ll ever feel to the divine.

Both Daryl and Paul have a list of species they’re desperate to photograph. Paul’s personal Holy Grail is the type D orca, a subspecies that is one of the rarest whales on earth. It’s nearly an impossible dream, living ones have only been spotted a handful of times and photographed even less. Paul still likes to dream, he and Aaron have been jawing about a research expedition to find some since they first met. There were a few times over the years it almost materialized but so far it remains frustratingly out of reach.

Daryl’s Holy Grail on the other hand, isn’t impossible, just difficult. Snow leopards, in Daryl’s opinion, are the only land animal that beat tigers in terms of beauty and that mystical otherworldliness. They’re also all but impossible to find; it took them four trips and eight years to do it. Snow leopards live in high, remote places in the Himalayas and the best time to try spot one is during the winter when they come down to lower altitudes in search of prey. Your best bet is to set up camera traps and hope you get lucky, but Daryl’s never liked to rely on them.

Their first trip was a wash. He and Paul had only been together a few years then, and Daryl already knew that he was The One, but that trip just confirmed it. Paul got horrible altitude sickness despite taking precautions, and spent the first three days of the trip at base camp taking oxygen in-between bouts of puking his guts out. He tried to make Daryl stop hovering and go out without him, even threatening to shave his beard if he didn’t. Daryl told him to go fuck himself and refused. They eventually were forced to head back to a lower altitude for a few days before trying again. In the end Daryl barely got any time in the field tracking the snow leopards and didn’t catch so much as a footprint.

Daryl knew it was true love then, because he didn’t give a fuck that it had been a waste of time. He was just worried about Paul, and overcome with relief when he started getting better. After that whenever they travel to high altitudes Daryl knows to plan for a few extra days of acclimatization, and Paul hasn’t had a problem since.

On their second trip they spotted a snow leopard off in the distance, a vague cat-shaped blur almost indistinguishable from the surround ing rocks and snow even through their telephoto lenses. Still it gave Daryl one of the most intense rushes in years. It was enough to carry them through the disappointment of their third trip and decide to go one last time.

Daryl knows he’ll be on his deathbed and still remember the way it felt when on the fifth day of that last trip when Paul lays a hand against his shoulder and whispers, “Daryl.” His voice shakes with awe as he continues, “Ahead, fifty meters, six o’clock, on that cliff face…” Daryl doesn’t see the at first; then he makes out the mother with two cubs resting outside their den.

“Holy shit,” Daryl whispers, unable to take his eyes away from them for a second. Thankfully Paul is able to signal to Ranjan, their guide, then start setting up Daryl’s equipment. The little snow leopard family is just minding their own business, the mother watchful and the cubs pouncing on each other. It’s one of the most awe-inspiringly things he’s ever seen, and before he goes to his camera he has to take a few minutes to blink back tears. He’s so profoundly grateful that this is his life, his job to see things this beautiful and try to capture them, share them with the world.

They stay for several hours, taking pictures until dusk starts to fall and Ranjan indicates that it’s time to go back. As they pack up Daryl is still flushed with excitement and he has to grab Paul in a tight embrace before dipping him down like something out of a romance novel and kissing him. Paul lets out a startled noise before kissing him back with enthusiasm.

Daryl’s not sure how long they’re at it before Ranjan gives a polite cough, reminding them that he’s there. Daryl’s cheeks are crimson as he untangles from Paul.

“Sorry,” he mutters at their guide. Ranjan just smirks a little and rolls his eyes fondly before repeating that they need to get moving. Nepal is progressive in terms of LGBT rights, plus Ranjan is cool, they hired him for their previous trip and the guide knew they were a couple. Still, it doesn’t matter where they are Daryl is reluctant to engage in PDA. He just couldn’t help himself this time, nor can he help himself from holding Paul’s hand most of the hike back to base camp.

#desus #my stuff #snippet

[merciresolution]

Some sad captive whale AU stuff involving captures:

-Henry’s mother drowned in the nets that separated the two. (Resident Orca)

-The Iron/Transient Twins’ mother and baby sister also died during capture. Sister fell behind during the drive and ended up getting blasted by one of the bombs. Mother was struck by one of the boats. (Transient Orcas)

-Edward was considered “too old” to be captured, but he was taken anyways due to being one of the first orcas caught for the park, along with another female he was very close to. Said female died within a month. (Resident Orcas)

-Toby and Henrietta were stranded on a sand bank. Henrietta managed to free herself, but Toby was unable to. He was later found by “rescue workers” and was taken to the park where he was deemed unreleasable for unspecified reasons. (Pygmy Killer Whale)

-Gordon, Henry, and James were captured from the same pod when they were two to four years old. James was initially misgendered as female. (Resident Orcas)

-Lady was found alone and injured. The park offered to treat her, but later- like Toby- deemed her unreleasable. (Amazon River Dolphin)

-Stepney and Rusty were captured together, and the captors mistook them as mother and calf pair. (Resident Orca and Ross Sea Orca respectively)

-Molly was captured by a different park but was quickly bought by Sodor Sealand. (Albino Long-Finned Pilot Whale)

-Emily’s podmates were slaughtered in a dolphin drive while she was captured and sold to the park. (Pacific White-sided Dolphin)

-Donald and Douglas were captured near Scotland. The park wanted more males to offer breeding services to other parks. (Offshore Orcas)

- Ryan was captured along with BoCo and Daisy. BoCo was too old to adjust to life in a tank, and passed away soon after. Daisy was sent to a different park on a breeding loan, leaving Ryan the only Pseudorca at Sodor Sealand. (False Killer Whales)

-Arthur was captured after stranding in a panicked attempt to escape an angry fisherman (he had been shot in the dorsal after stealing fish from the line). Again, rescued and deemed unreleasable. (Short-Finned Pilot Whale)

-Billy’s ragtag pod was rounded up in a dolphin drive. After being left in the nets overnight, he was not selected for captivity and was killed for his meat. (Australian Snubfin Dolphin) [Lmao sorry Mutt]

-Flora was captured in hopes of having her mate with Toby, as she was initially identified as another Pygmy Killer Whale. However, her old age did not help her in adjusting to a captive life, and she died soon after entering the park. (Melon-headed Whale)

-Bash and Dash had lost their mother when they were only a year old. Ferdinand came across them and cared for them until their capture two years later. Ferdinand was harpooned, and Bash and Dash were eventually sold to different parks after only spending a few weeks at Sodor Sealand. (Atlantic White-sided Dolphins and Common Minke Whale)

-Salty was captured in a drive hunt with two other podmates. All three were bought by the park, and all but Salty died within two years. (Risso’s Dolphin)

Your casual reminder that this park is set in the 50s to 60s with virtually no regulations whatsoever.

#captive whale au thing

[seungmines]

tutor au | debate tutor seungmin

you and kim seungmin were complete opposites

actually he couldn’t stand you like.. at all.

kim seungmin was famously known around your school for being.. well loud.

he voiced his opinions on literally everything that made him mad (which was a lot)

like for example!

the school cafeteria didn’t serve anything with egg in it since some kids had egg allergies

but that didn’t sit right with mr. kim seungmin, ohhhh no.

eggs happened to be his favorite food

so naturally he argued with the principal until he got what he wanted and the next morning there were egg and cheese sandwiches at breakfast.

you, on the other hand, had always decided to let things go with the flow

if something didn’t sit right with you, you stayed quiet about it

or ranted about it on your tumblr

but you never verbally voiced your thoughts on matters that actually mattered

because you figured there was no point and you hated to argue

seungmin didn’t like you because you were in his fifth period debate class and you literally just sat there

he was always ready to argue over Literally Anything

and when someone presented you with a topic, you shrugged it off and took the points off for not participating

it was like you weren’t passionate about ANY topic

well, your grade started slipping because participation was half of your grade in this certain class

so your teacher was like “OOH SEUNGMIN! tutor y/n.” and he’s like “WHWHHWHWHWHWHWH- Them?”

and the teacher is like “yes, be nice!!”

you weren’t exactly stoked about needing a tutor but maybe he’d be nice!!! :DDDD

seungmin was Not nice at all.

you met him after school in a cafe near the school

when you sat in front of him he Squinted his eyes at you

and ur like Why…?

the first words that seungmin spoke to you were

“i don’t like you”

which sort of threw you off because?? you hardly knew the kid

so why did he dislike you?

anyway! he tried to lay out the topics of the debates for the following weeks

but of course, you weren’t interested in arguing over a bunch of dead guys who made dumb decisions.

“why is it even relevant?”

he wanted to scream!!!!

after an hour of trying, he slammed his hands onto the table of the cafe and groaned.

“you’re a lost cause.”

and then he took his things and made a dramatic exit and you didn’t try to argue???

that alone pissed him off more

but it was your grade failing, not his.

before he knew it, he realized he liked a challenge

so seungmin started watching you

yes, he felt creepy but he wanted to learn your passions

actually he even caught a glance of your tumblr user on your phone

so later that night, he typed it in and VOILA! he knew basically everything about you.

he read your rant about him and smiled to himself

because you didn’t sound half bad

and the rants only got better the deeper he got into your tumblr.

turns out you really liked orca whales and michael jackson the most

like the most reoccuring theme on your tumblr was “save the whales”

and seungmin could work w that

so on your second study session, he sat in front of you and smirked

“i think i’d like to take a trip to seaworld, the whales look so graceful there.”

something in you kind of… perhaps.. SNAPPED!

“excuse me?”

“like they must take really good care of their whales <3___<3”

“actually so many things are wrong with that statement though… like there’s so many proven things that make your statement false, seungmin. i don’t get how you can be that fucking ignorant.”

seungmin: 1

you: 0

when you finished your little rant about how whales die way faster in captivity versus in the wild and how small the pools are compared to the oceans, you knew by the look on his face that he had won.

“or.. or whatever, i don’t know.”

“obviously you do.”

seungmin wasn’t going to lie, it was really cute when you got passionate about things

which sucked because you were always so blank :/

anyway he hated to watch such potential be wasted

so he talked to the teacher and the next topic? orca whales in captivity.

you had no idea that he was prepping you whenever he came to study

you just thought he was annoying you about your actual favorite animal

but!!! he knew you needed all the help you could get and-

seungmin was starting to grow on you, actually

and the study sessions weren’t as bad

“hey ugly”

“ok suck a dick”

“that’s No way to talk to ur fucking tutor, asshat.”

“asshat! wow i love that for u.”

“ok anyway. fuck orca lives.”

U WANTED TO FREAKIN PUNCH HIS DUMB PUPPY FACE.

but no. it’s fine.

the day of the class debate, your name was called

you went in front of the class and didn’t expect to see the topic

and you were like O____O SHIT

and seungmin was looking at u from his seat like ;)

“go get em, CHAMP.”

“seungmin.. class.. let’s not talk while a student is up here.”

at first, you were muttering your thoughts on the matter and looking down at your feet

but when you looked up, seungmin was like <3____<3 u can do it!!!

so sometime halfway through the debate, you got really into it and by the time you finished it, the whole class was like SHOOK

they were like “ok sis snapped”

your whole rant took up the whole class time and the bell rang

but when you stepped to get out of class, your arm was being tugged and next thing you know???

seungmin was pulling you close, maybe for a hug?

but you Kissed him because you were so Happy!!!!

seungmin, of course, kissed back

because you definitely grew on him and he liked your passion for important things

and you liked how he didn’t give up on you.

you didn’t realize when exactly when you guys became You and Seungmin.. but

every day after your class together, he’d kiss you and promise to see you later

so… so you went with it

because you really liked him

and he really liked you

so why not be happy?

#kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin x reader #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #woojin #kim woojin #i.n #yang jeongin #lee know #lee minho #minho #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #han #han jisung #jisung #felix #lee felix #bang chan #chris bang #chan #christopher bang #seo changbin #changbin #3racha #tutor au

[am-i-too-old-for-warriors-yet]

KILLER WHALE AU 

I got way to excited about this idea as the warrior cats as Orcas (Killer whales). You don’t have to post this long post if you don’t want to! I just love marine biology a loooot!!! I’m going to university next year and that what I’m going to study I am so excited! 

So!! Orcas have a whole bunch of different types, known as Ecotypes! These would be what make up the different clans! 

Resident orcas

Resident orcas are medium sized orcas that have small territories close to shore. There diet consists of salmon. They would make up Riverclan.

Biggs orcas 

Biggs orcas are the largest orcas and mammel eaters! They have different specializations, the main ones being  seal vs whale eaters! 

Shadowclan would become the whale eating Biggs orcas. Since there hunting strategies would be seen as the “cruelest” from a human standpoint. Since they cannot take down full grown whales they separate baby whales from their parents and kill them. 

Thunderclan could be the seal eating Biggs orca’s. Thunderclan and Shadowclan would both be smaller then the other pods because thats how Biggs orcas work! Thunderclan would be the most tightly knit of all the pods. 

Offshore orcas

Offshore orcas are the orcas we know the least about! What we do know is that they swim far from land and live in huge groups! There teeth are also worn down, indicating they eat animals like sharks! The closest comparison for these guys would be Windclan!

Orcas also have very distinctive sounds between pods, so communication could be difficult. This would make the different clans have difficulty communicating, and maybe only a few orcas could communicate with orcas from other clans. These whales would be very respected in the clan as translators.

The naming system would have to change a bit. Let’s take an example of a typical orca name in this terrible au. As a baby, the whale would be called Splashcalf, as an apprentice, Splashfin, and his warrior name could be something like Splashtail or Splashleap!

Rusty could be a killer whale that escaped from SeaWorld. He would have a distictive red tag from his time in captivity and have a dorsal fin that flops over. (Dorsal fins are the ones on their backs.“ The dorsal fin does this when a whale is very depressed, even if SeaWorld tells people things like “Its natural.” Most male Killer whales in captivity have floppy dorsal fins :(

Our main whale boy would keep the name of Rusty since the whales do not know what fire is. He would be adopted into the Thunderclan pod under their matriarch Bluestar, learn their language, and gradually become a happy and productive member of the pod! He would become a leader since whales are matriarchal, but he would respect his wife Sandbeach as she becomes leader after Bluestar dies!

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