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tsarisfanfiction · 14 days

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Adult Supervision

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Gracie, Will, Nereids Chiron and Dionysus aren't the only adult supervision at camp, but they tend to be the only ones that make themselves known to the kids. TOApril day 16 - Nymphs and Negligence. Figured this prompt was as good a time as any to explore whether the adults in charge of the camp are actually any good at it. Sources suggest the answer may not be yes.

Camp was different.

Gracie hadn’t really registered it, her first summer, but then her first summer had been full of mortal Apollo and threat of destruction and other rather distracting things, to say nothing of the whole experience of discovering she was a demigod. Her first summer had been a dramatic mix of fun and trauma, all bundled up into a single, demigodly package, and she figured she could be forgiven for not paying attention to the details, then.

Well, she had paid attention to details, like daughter of Apollo, and archery lessons, and how not to die. She just hadn’t paid attention to other things. Mundane things, her mom would call them. Things like who did the laundry, and the cooking. Who did all the things that Mom did while she was home.

It was difficult to miss the satyrs, especially as one of them had escorted her to camp personally, a strange look on their face when the golden lyre burst into existence above her head (she had discovered, later, that that had been weird, because Apollo couldn’t have claimed her, or Yan, or Jerry, but they’d all been claimed just the same. Not even Apollo had ever explained how that had happened, when asked). With their goat legs and funny gait and little horns poking up through thick curly hair, they were rather obvious, and rather obviously different to demigods even if they wore the same orange t-shirts.

It was difficult to miss the harpies, too, especially when Will went out of his way to introduce her to the main trio, explaining the curfew rule and how it worked when there were medical emergencies in the middle of the night – not, he’d stressed, that she was likely to get involved in that for several years at least, but it was useful to know from the start. Gracie liked the harpies, even if their eyes were sharp and their fingers were razor talons and they were all in all a little bit scary to look at.

No, it was the nymphs that Gracie had barely noticed, the first time around. Will had waved in the direction of a bundle of nereids in the lake on her welcome tour, and given her strict instructions not to climb trees without permission unless she wanted several furious dryads after her blood, but he’d never really introduced her to them, and unlike the satyrs and harpies, the nymphs didn’t actually interact with the campers all that much.

Her first summer, it had never even occurred to Gracie that, perhaps, the nymphs were also supposed to be supervision – after all, Chiron was amazing, but he was only one centaur, and Mr D certainly didn’t care enough about them to make sure they were behaving on a day to day basis. The satyrs had their own roles to deal with – Protectors, mostly, constantly coming and going as they searched for more demigods to escort to camp, preferably in one piece.

It took two summers and a capsized kayak for Gracie to really register the nymphs.

There hadn’t been any particular reason why she’d been in the kayak. She liked them, liked sitting on top of the water (but not in it, not getting soaked although there was inevitably some water at the bottom of each one that got into her pant legs and travelled up, up, up) as the lake bobbed gently underneath her. There were other campers dotted around in kayaks, too – not a full camp-wide activity, but enough that she wasn’t alone, even if she was the only one in her kayak.

They were just messing around, splashing each other by slapping their paddles on the surface of the water and laughing as it erupted upwards into their target’s face. Nothing dangerous – certainly nothing as dangerous as her previous summer, when the risks had involved a high chance of death – but fun and a little exhilarating, as her kayak rocked around her.

It was probably an accident. No, she knew it was an accident, because she didn’t have any real enemies amongst the campers – in fact she liked to think most people liked her well enough – but it didn’t stop a paddle getting tangled with hers, and in the attempts to separate them, the water moved (someone else slapping it, probably not noticing the danger) and Gracie found herself under the water, still trapped in her kayak but barely any air in her lungs (she was a drummer, not a woodwind or brass player. Her lung capacity was barely a fraction of Austin or Alice’s!) and a stream of bubbles in front of her face.

Gracie wouldn’t say that she panicked, but she certainly didn’t enjoy being suddenly upside down with no air and no quick way to get air. Her paddle was gone, as was the one that had been snagged with it, and Gracie didn’t even know how to get out of the kayak while it was upside down, not with the cover supposedly keeping her lap dryish, let alone how to un-capsize herself.

Okay, maybe she panicked a little.

A lot.

She thrashed against the fabric pinning her inside the kayak, feeling her lungs burning as they realised they weren’t getting any more water in and were filling with old air they’d stripped of anything useful and wanted to send back out of her body with some waste elements attached. She needed to get out, needed to breathe-

Slender arms with webbed hands passed in front of her vision, pushing against her kayak, and there were hands she couldn’t see pushing and pulling at her body, too. A sudden jerk had her kayak flipping right side up again, with her still successfully inside it, and she gasped, trying not to let water drip from her hair into her face and open mouth as she panted.

“Gracie!” The cry came from the shoreline, and she turned her head to see Will making exaggerated come here gestures, which meant he was worried by her dip in the lake.

If she was honest, after that, Gracie kind of wanted to get out of the kayak and onto solid, dry land, anyway. She jumped out of her skin when her kayak started moving without her input, but it made a beeline straight for Will, so she didn’t question it too hard.

He was there the moment her kayak ran firmly aground on the beach, far too firmly to be a result of just the light waves lapping around, yanking away whatever was keeping her pinned inside it until she could scramble out and gratefully accept the towel he draped over her head – and inflict a soaking wet hug on him, because okay she had been scared, and Will was her big brother.

It was only when she asked, much later, how her kayak had righted itself, that she remembered the nereids in the lake. Will had shrugged about them. “They exist,” he said, “and they make sure no-one drowns in the lake. I don’t know much more about them than that, honestly.”

Given how long Will had been at camp, that was a little alarming, if Gracie thought about it enough. She decided not to.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #tsari writes fanfiction #toa gracie #will solace #pjo nereids

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virgils-muse · 3 months

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A Guide To The Utter Mess That Is The CJRP Hellenic Pantheon!

If you’re involved in the cjrp, you know that a majority of the blogs I run are based off of deities/figures in Ancient Greek Polytheism. The thing is, they’re very very loosely connected to the original myths. Like, very loosely connected. This is because, lore wise, ancient poets would change what truly happened when writing their epics (so the mythology we know today is wrong and was fabricated by the poets). The out-of-lore explanation is sticking strictly to the Hellenic myths would be impossible to do in an rp like this. I don’t even consider most of this a retelling because like. It’s not retelling stuff, it’s reshaping it. Anyways, this guide will be updated as time goes on so I will reblog it when it does! I put it under the cut because it’s looooong.

@calliope-splitintwo

Calliope: Originally the Muse of epic poetry, became a mermaid to escape duties since poets wouldn’t listen to her, died and was split into both a constellation and the goddess of deceit (killed Apate so she took her place upon death). Goddess of deceit Calliope was causing too many issues so Nyx turned Constellation Calliope into the new goddess of deceit. Was in love with Thetis and Fuse prior to death, slowly falling in love with them again after losing memories.

Nyx: Personification of the night, in love with Erebus, mother of Apate. Despises Calliope for murdering her daughter.

Erebus: Personification of darkness, in love with Nyx, father of Apate. Despises Calliope for murdering his daughter, less involved than Nyx.

Apate: Personification of deceit, daughter of Nyx and Erebus. Killed by Calliope.

Urania: Sister of Calliope, Muse of Astronomy. Despises Calliope after she abandoned her sisters to be a mermaid just because she couldn’t handle her job anymore (the rest of Calliope’s sisters, notably Erato and Clio, feel similarly). In love with Anteros.

Anteros: Lover of Urania, took the place of Aphrodite in the pantheon after her death.

@thetis-thegoddess

Thetis: One of the 50 Nereids, minor goddess of the ocean, mother of Achilles, grandmother of Pyrrhus, and unwilling bride of Peleus. Lived in solitude until she helped Calliope become a mermaid. Almost Constantly grieving something. In love with Calliope prior to death, slowly falling in love with her again.

Other 49 Nerieds: Sisters of Thetis. Thetis became distant from them due to isolating themselves and constant mourning. They’re still there for Thetis on some occasions.

@persephone-thegoddess

Persephone: After her abduction by Hades, her and her mother plotted their revenge and ended up killing him. Became the sole ruler of the underworld. Fell in love with Minthe, her second in command. Could not marry her because of Demeter’s fear of backlash from the rest of the pantheon. When Calliope (being forced by Nyx because Nyx wanted her son to marry Persephone) killed Minthe, Persephone disguised herself as Minthe and made the body look like herself so she could say that Persephone died and Minthe still lives. Only Hecate knows.

Minthe: Second in command to Persephone, as well as her lover. When Calliope killed her, her body was disguised as Persephone’s by Persephone herself.

Rigani: So Rigani is actually an original character, and he’s the brother of Minthe. Became second in command after “Persephone’s” (actually Minthe’s) death.

Demeter: Goddess of the harvest and agriculture, and mother of Persephone. Helped conspire with Persephone to kill Hades. Didn’t let Persephone marry Minthe upon fear of backlash from the rest of the Pantheon. Held off Persephone’s suitors so she could be with Minthe. Thinks Persephone died when in actuality it was Minthe.

Hecate: Goddess of liminality, crossroads, and witchcraft. Best friend of Demeter, and the only one that truly knows that Persephone is alive and Minthe died (because everyone else thinks it’s the other way around). Permanently changed Persephone’s form to look like Minthe so she could keep up the lie.

Incarnations & Other Characters

Bownes & Ribbons/Ribs (@bownes-anon & @ribbons-anon): Aphrodite incarnation. After Aphrodite killed Ares, Athena, and Hera in the Trojan war in a fit of rage, she was condemned by Zeus to constantly have to live life as a mortal over and over and over again, constantly being reincarnated. Before she died, she managed to kill Diomedes too. Each reincarnation rises out of the sea fully formed. Bownes was killed by the Athena incarnate Francesca after he turned the the Pallas incarnate Odessa into a flower in self defense. Ribs arose from the sea after his death. Neither are aware of their places as the Aphrodite incarnate. Bownes took in Iphigenia after she wandered into his home.

Francis/Francesca (@storybookdiner): Athena incarnate. Athena was killed (alongside Hera and Ares) during the Trojan war by Aphrodite. After coming back as Francesca, he made it his goal to get his sister back and kill the Aphrodite incarnate. He succeeded in killing Bownes at the cost of his sister. She can also shapeshifter into an owl.

Odessa (@storybookdiner): Pallas incarnate. Pallas was killed accidentally by Athena while they were sparring. Came back as Odessa. She worked alongside Francis, the Athena incarnate, in a bookshop/diner combo and helped her find the Aphrodite incarnate, Bownes. Was turned into a flower by Bownes.

Iphigenia (@iphigenia-thewronged): Daughter of the king and queen of Mycenae, Agamemnon and Clytemnestra. After her father offended Artemis, she was sacrificed by him for fair winds to Troy. She appeared in headspace after her death and was taken in by Bownes.

Euryale (@euryale-thegorgon): Gorgon sister of Medusa and Stheeno. Was killed by Tyrant and had her snake cut off. In of the snake became a young girl and took the same name as her once home, Euryale.

#vex brings life to the heroes #vex sings to the muses #cjrp Hellenic pantheon guide

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superbattrash · 2 years

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sharing a bed with someone leads to accidental cuddles leads to accidental tickles leads to a perfect fic.

I changed my mind. I wanna share it on Tumblr as well. When it's done there will be at least.. 2/3 of these! (plus like five other tropes, oops) Thanks for inspiring the most insane fic I've written to date, T <3

What Happens On Nereid... ch1

Bruce doesn’t even know where to begin. He’s still trying to figure out how they got into this mess in the first place. It shouldn’t have happened this way, he had a plan. They were following his plan, at least to some extent. There’s always some hiccups but nothing major. They were doing good. There is absolutely no reason it should’ve gone this wrong.

Oh wait, that’s right, it is completely and irrevocably Clark Kent’s fault. Superman with his superhuman strength and razor-sharp mind couldn’t be bothered to think before speaking, much less think before acting. The oaf of a man should have a handler and Bruce is not going to volunteer for the job after today. Not that he’d have volunteered on any other day, but he might’ve been able to be persuaded. Not today though, because right now all he wants to do is wring Clark’s neck, even though he knows it’s physically impossible for him to do so. He’ll find a way. He always finds a way. It’ll involve copious amounts of Kryptonite and Clark will be in immense pain the entire time. Yes, that’s what he’ll do.

If they ever get off this godforsaken planet.

Okay, so calling it godforsaken may be a tad overexaggerated. The inhabitants are polite enough if you discount their constant need to touch. Bruce hasn’t slept in several days though, a case in Gotham keeping him up, followed by another Earth-shattering mission with the League, so he’s not in the most forgiving of moods. It doesn’t help that this could’ve been avoided if Clark had just kept his big mouth shut. But no, Earth’s greatest hero just had to get involved in the discussion.

“There has to be a peaceful way to resolve this,” he’d said, like it was that easy. It’s never that easy. Bruce knows this, Clark should know it too, but no, of course not. Of course, Clark Kent, born and raised more polite than any human should be allowed to, would be of the firm belief that they should talk about their issues.

Which is how they ended up being kidnapped to another planet with next to no warning. The tentacle-y arms around his waist had been warning enough, but Bruce would’ve liked a word before being hauled off to a strange spaceship. It’s only because Clark had been chivalrous enough to try and save him that Bruce isn’t the only human on the strange planet. Well, the only somewhat-human, at least. Bruce might’ve been grateful for the rescue attempt if it wasn’t Clark’s fault that he was kidnapped to begin with.

Who the hell says “there must be something else you want” to an invading alien race in the first place? Beating them in a fight would’ve been much easier than finding a way off a planet they don’t even know the name of. Who knows how long it’s going to take the League to get a hold of Green Lantern so they can track them?

Clark may be able to fly off this floating rock, but Bruce can’t, not unless they steal a spaceship. And since the reason they’re here is because they wanted to find a peaceful solution, it wouldn’t be good to steal from the aliens, much less run from them. They know where Earth is, they wanted the minerals in the earth to begin with, so running is a no-go.

Which is why he’s not putting up much of a fight as they’re led from the ship and into what can only be described as a village. It’s a progressive village, but a village, nonetheless. It’s the pure opposite of Metropolis and the contrast is astounding when that’s the last place they saw before getting off the ship.

Their kidnappers have one arm – tentacle? – curled around Bruce’s forearm and he’s doing his absolute best not to shrug it off. He finds little pleasure when the scallops on his bracers cut into the alien’s flesh. It doesn’t even seem to notice and Bruce wonders if they cannot feel pain. The few he’d managed to fight on Earth before Clark tried talking it out hadn’t seemed like they felt much pain either.

They’re led through the village and to a large cabin of sorts and Bruce instantly freezes up. There’s something moving around inside, and he can’t be sure if it’s more aggressive than these warriors. Clark, of course, doesn’t seem too concerned. With his powers he at least stands a fighting chance while Bruce will have to rely on his help to even get free of the kidnapper’s grasp. A solution he isn’t happy with but will accept if it comes to that. Clark isn’t resisting the alien’s arm either, so apparently the whatever-it-is isn’t looking too dangerous. Bruce knows the gleam in Clark’s eyes when he’s using his x-ray vision and he’s certain Clark isn’t dumb enough to trust these aliens completely.

“Greetings,” a low voice says as it steps out of the cabin. It’s another alien, tall and lanky, with four arms and a greenish skin color. It’s no more, no less scary than the others, except this one isn’t in battle gear. It is very much naked.

Bruce tries his hardest not to look away. He doesn’t know the customs and it wouldn’t do any good to insult anyone – especially when it seems like this alien is their leader. Bruce has never been more appreciative for Hal’s Lantern technology; there’s no doubt in his mind that these creatures do not speak English, even if given the change, so he’s grateful for the translator in his cowl.

“Oh, they’re already here?” says another voice and the first alien is joined by another. This one is taller with a higher voice, but just as naked as the first one. Bruce tries not to let it affect him. It’s not like they’re shaped like humans; it shouldn’t make him uncomfortable seeing them naked, but he can’t quite help it. Must be his upbringing, because when he glances at Clark, he doesn’t seem to be experiencing any discomfort. Of course not. Superman is an openminded guy, through and through.

“And who do we have here?” says the first alien. It – she? They? – seems to be in charge.

“They protected the Earth,” the one at Bruce’s side says.

“They’re strong,” the one holding onto Clark adds.

The tall alien looks at them with its many eyes. Seventeen, an odd number, Bruce thinks, although to them two eyes must seem like very few. He tries not to swallow too visibly. He’s gotten too used to aliens looking like Clark.

“Offered themselves,” the first one says with what Bruce can only guess is a smile. At least the equivalent of one. Its mouth is open and twisted somewhat.

Bruce doesn’t turn his head to look incredulously at it although he wants to. ‘Offered’ is a very generous word for what had happened back on Earth. Even if Clark screwed up with his talk about this suggestion, he did not offer either of them. No one did. Bruce just has to figure out how to convey that politely to these aliens so he can find a way off the planet without causing an interdimensional incident.

“I like the dark one,” the smaller alien says to the taller one. Bruce doesn’t like the way it’s staring at him. All – fourteen? What’s with the number of eyes on this planet? – its eyes running over his form as if it’s trying to see right through him.

“It’s very small,” the leader says with what Bruce assumes is a frown.

He stops himself from mirroring its expression but only barely succeeds. Small. He holds back a huff. He’s not small, it’s not his fault these aliens are seven foot and up. He’s not that much shorter than Clark, barely half an inch. He’s still not completely convinced Clark doesn’t cheat what with his ability to float and all.

It shouldn’t matter either way and as soon as the alien by his side starts pulling him forward it doesn’t. Bruce doesn’t give a shit who’s the tallest, he just needs someone to stop this nonsense. He’s prepared for anything, he’s the goddamned Batman, but he doesn’t have a contingency plan for being offered up as alien prey. The way the shorter alien is staring at him makes him dig in his heels, but he doesn’t have much leverage with a seven-foot three alien pulling at his arm.

Bruce looks to Clark, trying his best to convey his thoughts of help me for the love of God, you’re the one with damn superstrength, you got us into this mess, get me out of it before they end up eating me or something even worse, you absolute useless moron. He thinks he’s fairly successful in getting his panicked thoughts across even with the cowl hiding most of his face. Clark looks like he’s trying not to panic, but even a panicked Superman would be better than one not doing anything.

Come on, you big oaf, Bruce thinks as he’s dragged closer to the alien couple. Help me.

Clark watches as the purple alien drags Bruce closer to the others, satisfied smiles on their oddly shaped faces.

“Wait,” he says and steps right out of the grasp of the alien ‘holding’ him. He didn’t want to seem rude, so he let it grab onto him, but there are three brilliant suns on this planet’s sky. He’s as strong, if not stronger, as he was on Earth. There’s nothing on this planet that can hold him still if he wants to move. “What are you doing with him?”

“He’s been selected,” the tallest alien says. It doesn’t sound unkind. “It’s an honor to be chosen to carry our offspring.”

Offspring? Clark’s eyes widen in horror. They think Bruce is capable of carrying their children? How in the world will Clark be able to convince them otherwise? He’s not made for this type of negotiation; he thought they could have a peaceful conversation, not that he had to convince an entire alien race that his- that Bruce isn’t equipped to bear children.

“You can’t do that,” Clark objects as politely as he can manage. He’s starting a feel a little panicked with the way Bruce is looking over his shoulder. He’s never seen such a nervous expression on his face before – he doesn’t have to see Bruce’s eyes to know that he’s more scared than he’s willing to admit. Mostly because Bruce is never willing to admit to being scared at all. Stubborn bastard.

“No one has laid claim to this human,” the alien says and now it sounds slightly annoyed. “It is well within our rights to choose him. You won’t be needed any further, human.”

Clark doesn’t have time to explain to these creatures that while he may look like them, he isn’t human. If need be, they’ll witness it themselves when he flies in and breaks Bruce free from the other alien’s grasp. He really doesn’t want to have to fight an entire planet of aliens though, that’s exactly why he’d suggested they sit down and talk. This wasn’t what he’d had in mind at all.

“Wait, no, you can’t take him,” Clark says in a last-ditch effort to stop them. Bruce is the one who usually comes up with plans and not for the first time in his life, Clark wishes mind-reading was one of his powers. He can’t read Bruce’s face at all, but he can see the way he’s trying to dig the heel of his boots into the sand.

“Why not?” the smaller of the aliens says. They at least seem a little interested in what Clark has to say.

“Because he’s-” Clark stammers for an excuse. He looks at the way the two aliens have two of their arms wrapped together between them; how the taller alien keeps running its tentacles up the other one’s side. They’re standing close, like they don’t want to be apart, and Clark takes a risk. “He’s already betrothed!”

Clark swears Bruce looks at least a little relived that he’s come up with an idea, even if it basically is one taken out of a bad romance movie. It’s always hard to tell Bruce’s mood with those damn lenses obscuring his eyes.

“To whom?” the taller one asks curiously.

“To-” a quick breath. “Me?” He means for it to come out confident but even in its pathetic breathy state, the aliens seem to believe him. Barely. At least enough that the purple one lets go of Bruce’s arm.

“To you?” the smaller one asks and blinks its many eyes at Clark.

“Yes,” Clark says. “We’ve been partners for years.” It’s not technically a lie. Superman and Batman have been working together for several years and even as Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne they’ve partnered up before. Clark just hopes it’s enough truth that the lie isn’t clear in his voice. He usually needs more time coming up with a believable lie.

The aliens both look to Bruce as if he’s going to disagree. Clark tries not to look too nervous.

“It’s true,” Bruce says after a moment.

“Why did you not announce your mating when you arrived then?” the smaller alien asks. Once again it sounds curious more than anything. Clark notices how it’s hugging the other alien even closer now.

Because you didn’t give us a chance to speak before hauling us off to this place. Clark doesn’t think that would be a wise reply, but he can’t come up with a more convincing – or polite one – right now.

“We didn’t know if such public signs of affection would be considered rude on your planet,” Bruce luckily has enough brain capacity to half-lie. “It is somewhat frowned upon on Earth.”

“Oh my,” the alien says, something like pity in their voice. “We apologize for the suggestion.” It gestures for Clark to come closer. He stands close by Bruce’s side, just in case someone else will try to grab him. “Please feel free to act as you would do in private.”

“On Nereid we encourage public mating,” the taller one says and wraps more tentacles around its – partner? Lover? Clark isn’t sure what phrase would be politically correct – companion as if to assure them it’s telling the truth.

Clark nearly swallows his tongue at the word choice. Perhaps Green Lantern should update his alien translators to a more modern English. At least Clark would be grateful for it. Bruce doesn’t seem to even notice. He’s not reacting either way, which Clark supposes is how he reacts to most things.

“Ah,” Clark says in response when his brain catches up. Smooth. “Uh, thank you?”

“And thank you for your hospitality as well,” Bruce adds. He doesn’t quite stomp on Clark’s foot, but he settles his boot rather harshly against it. Clark doesn’t react which clearly agitates Bruce. He’s curling his hands into fists. Clark hopes the aliens won’t take offense or recognize it as an aggressive gesture.

He wonders if he should hold Bruce’s hand.

To make his anger less visible, obviously, no other reason. He eyes the hand closest to him but doesn’t move to take it. It’s not that he’s scared – although knowing Bruce, maybe he should be. He’s just nervous Bruce will do something dramatic, like jump back or pull away. Bruce probably has more willpower than that though, and Clark is left staring a little too long at Bruce’s hand. Would Bruce even notice if he took it with those giant gloves on?

Clark knows logically that Bruce can’t really do anything to hurt him if he did grab his hand, but there’s a small voice at the back of his head warning him, nonetheless. You never know what Batman carries around in his utility belt. Clark likes his hands where they are, thank you very much, he would like them to stay at the end of his arms. He does, however, step a little closer to Bruce just in case the aliens find their distance off-putting.

They’re a betrothed couple, after all. Great plan, Clark. Was ‘dating’ a little too casual for you?

The smaller alien introduces itself as a name that sounds vaguely like Adam and Clark thinks it suits them, though he couldn’t tell you why. They introduce their partner as Genevieve – or something similar enough that Clark feels confident enough thinking about them as such. The translator is good but not perfect and names never translate as well as spoken language.

Genevieve looks Clark’s face and then down at Bruce’s hand. Clark tries not to look too closely at the way their tentacles are wrapped around Adam’s, but it’s clear that they find it weird that mates – Clark blushes a little just thinking the word – wouldn’t be touching.

Clark takes a subtle breath and sneaks his hand into Bruce’s. It’s not as much sneaking as it is Clark just grabbing Bruce’s hand and lacing their fingers together. The gauntlet feels rough underneath his hands, but he can’t think too much about that. He hopes Bruce is paying attention to what Adam is telling them because Clark has no idea what they’ve been saying for the past few minutes. He’s been too busy trying not to look into any of Genevieve’s eyes.

Bruce turns to look at him with a blank face. Can a face even be blank when there’s a black mask obscuring half of it? Clark is ninety nine percent sure Bruce is raising an eyebrow at him inside that stupid led-lined cowl. It looks almost like a silent challenge and Clark frowns.

Public mating, right.

Well, this is as good as Clark can do with what he’s given to work with. It’s not like he’s going to ravish Bruce in front of a bunch of strangers, even if they are aliens (and probably wouldn’t mind judging by the way they’re all touching each other somewhat intimately). He’s a gentleman. And he’s also pretty sure Bruce would find a way to either stab or strange him before Clark’s lips ever touched him. It’s just a feeling he’s got, but he’s almost certain Bruce isn’t into the whole PDA thing. At least not while he’s in the batsuit.

Bruce lets out a little grunt as Clark squeezes his hand. It’s soft enough that only Clark can hear it, but he feels obligated to answer anyhow. If only to see what Bruce will say back if he’s faced with a little teasing.

“You don’t exactly have a back pocket I can put my hand in,” Clark says quietly, leaning close to Bruce as he speaks. “Not in this suit.”

Clark could swear the little huff of air Bruce lets out is a laugh. A small one, but a laugh, nonetheless. He can’t be certain though because the next moment Adam addresses him directly. As directly as only a dozen eyes can.

“Let us have you for dinner,” they say, and Clark can’t hide the shock on his face.

“Over for dinner,” Genevieve says with a chuckle that sounds like a truck driving over broken glass. “Don’t tease our guests.”

So, they know how the translators work. Enough to make jokes. Great.

“We really should-” Clark tries to say but he’s interrupted by another not-quite stomp on his foot.

“We would love to join you,” Bruce says and grins. It looks odd on his face. Batman doesn’t grin like that, not unless he’s monologuing over a beaten villain, and that was really only that one time with Lex Luthor. When Batman grins you expect several rows of razor-sharp teeth greeting you, not perfectly straight human teeth. It’s unsettling, but Clark doesn’t say anything. Now isn’t the time to comment on Bruce’s smile of all things.

This time when they’re led through the village none of the aliens touch them. They’re still walking very close, closer than anyone on Earth would if they had any other choice, but apparently the knowledge that they’re a mated pair is enough for them to keep their tentacles to themselves.

They’re led to a large table, where several aliens are already seated. Some large, some small, some children-sized, although Clark isn’t sure if their size corresponds with their age so he won’t greet them any different than he would adults. He opens his mouth to say hi when Bruce tugs on his arm. No greetings then, got it.

They’ve barely sat down – squeezed in next to Adam and Genevieve and what Clark assumes is a large family. They’re all the same shade of green and the small aliens’ eyes (all… seven?) are the same shape as the larger ones. He’s confident enough saying these are their children. Maybe.

There’s a bit of small talk – it’s mostly Genevieve and Adam speaking – and then they’re presented food. Or at least what looks like food. It looks vaguely like fruits, but Clark has never seen anything quite like it before. He looks to Bruce who pokes at the fruit while listening to Adam tell the story of how they met Genevieve. It’s a very sweet story. Clark doesn’t think Bruce is hearing a single word.

Clark takes a tentative bite of the orange fruit. It’s more bitter than he’d expected but not unpleasant. He’s never been very potent to poison, but he tries his best to ascertain if this would be safe for Bruce to eat. He knows Bruce is somewhat immune to most poisons – the first he’d heard Bruce talk about how he’d ingested small samples of different poisons for years, he’d nearly sent Bruce to Arkham – but he’s not sure that includes alien fruits. He’s about to try and ask Bruce in a discreet way when Genevieve speaks again.

“The mask-” they say.

“It’s custom,” Bruce interrupts quickly. “It would violate our oath to each other if I were to take it off in front of others.” He makes it sound so apologetic that even Clark has a hard time hearing the lie.

“We apologize for our rudeness,” Clark adds with what he hopes comes across as an apologetic smile.

“Oh no,” the alien says. “Earth’s mating customs are fascinating. Please, tell us more.”

There’s no way they can claim it’s too personal or an intimate subject now, seeing as they brought it up. Clark finds himself at a loss for words for a moment. He’s never been great at lying - has never had much reason to lie to anyone. There’s the secret identity, of course, but other than that he likes honest answers.

“Do you have veils here on Nereid?” Bruce asks and Clark instantly knows where he’s going this time.

“Veils?” Adam wonders.

“Fabric that covers one’s face,” Clark explains awkwardly. “It’s often used in ceremonies on Earth.”

“Oh, yes, veils!”

Clark isn’t sure if the alien just wants to sound clever or if they really do know what a veil is.

“Well, my c- mask,” Bruce is quick to correct himself. “Works somewhat like that. Hides my face from others.”

“Because it is your mate’s alone to perceive?” Adam says and they sound so dreamy that Clark has to turn to look at Bruce to hear his answer. For once Bruce seems a little caught off-guard.

“Until we’re officially married,” Clark finds himself saying. “Then I get to show him off to the entire world.” He’s not sure where that particular thought came from, but he’s running with it.

“Married?” Genevieve asks. Clark thinks they’re squinting their eyes but it’s hard to see when there are no proper human-like eyelids. “Oh! Your mating ritual.”

Oh. Oops. Clark glances at Bruce and once again he’s certain he’s being glared at.

Bruce has never wanted to be able to shoot lasers out of his eyes – or lenses for that matter – as much as he does today. It’s a good thing Clark has let go of his hand, because invulnerability be damned, Bruce would find a way to break all of his fingers. He’s trying his absolute best not to let his annoyance show on his face but it’s a tough job. He can feel his eye twitching and if Clark wasn’t pressed up against his side, he would’ve probably made a scene. As much of a scene as Batman can make, at least.

It’s not that Bruce doesn’t trust Clark - although he doesn’t trust him nearly as much as Batman trusts Superman, and yes, he is well aware how insane that sounds. Batman has known Superman far longer than Bruce has known Clark though. And Clark is- he’s a good guy. Too good, even. He always puts others before himself. He searches for the best in everyone. He’s charming and quite handsome. Bruce isn’t blind and he’s too old to deny his own attraction merely because he doesn’t trust someone. Just look at his past relationships. Although at least Clark isn’t one of his rogues or God forbid, another assassin. So yes, Bruce is aware that Clark is a handsome man. He’s also aware that it doesn’t matter whether or not he finds Clark attractive and it’s not just because Clark has a well-known, very public relationship with Lois Lane.

They’re colleagues, partners. Friends even, if you squint. Clark squints, a lot. The man doesn’t know the meaning of keeping things professional, at least not after he found out he wasn’t the only “other” on Earth. It doesn’t matter to Clark that Bruce isn’t technically “other”, he took one look at Batman and somehow wedged his way into Bruce’s life. Bruce is still trying to figure out how that happened. He must be slipping. He hasn’t been nearly as vigilant since Jason- But he won’t think about that. Jason is alive, Jason is alright.

He's getting off topic in his own mind – again. This has nothing to do with Jason, it has nothing to do with Clark’s attractiveness. It’s about Clark being reckless and getting them into this mess in the first place.

No, it’s not that Bruce doesn’t trust Clark – but sometimes he wishes he was able to punch him without breaking a hand. Right now, is one of those instances. They were so close to finding a lull in the conversation, to find an excuse to find somewhere to ‘rest’ so they can figure out how to get back to Earth. Instead, they’re stuck for another hour explaining what marriage is and how it’s celebrated. All because Clark doesn’t know how to think before he opens his stupid mouth.

At least Adeim seems interested enough not to question why Bruce is so quiet and Clark looks so uncomfortable. He really needs to work on his poker-face. Although Bruce supposes Clark doesn’t really need one. He’s not hiding behind a mask; he’s just being himself. It’s infuriating and yet inspiring to witness.

Bruce doesn’t eat any of the fruit they’re offered. He pokes a bit at it and by the end of the meal it looks like he’s eaten even though he hasn’t. He’s good at that, even back on Earth. It’s not always that the galas he attends have food that he can eat. It’s the consistency, you see, not the taste itself that’s wrong. Bruce doesn’t have time to examine the alien fruit long enough to determine if the consistency is acceptable or not.

Clark doesn’t share his concerns, it seems. Although he wouldn’t; Bruce has never seen Clark decline an offer for food. He really should look into Clark’s metabolism one of these days. He’s been wondering how different it is from Flash’s. Now is not the time for that though, because soon enough both Adeim and Genevivre stands from the table, and they’re supposed to follow suit.

They leave the guards at the table which does little to calm Bruce’s down, but Clark seems as carefree as ever. He’s back to holding Bruce’s hand, swinging their arms between them as they walk. Bruce wants to pull his hand free, but he knows he can’t. They should keep up appearances, at least until they’re somewhere safe. It’s not exactly unpleasant either. He’s wearing his gloves, but he can still feel the heat of Clark’s hand through it. It’s… comforting in a way, but Bruce doesn’t want to look too closely at that thought so he turns his attention back to the aliens walking in front of them. Clark is nearest, keeping the conversation flowing, Bruce sagging behind as much as Clark’s grip on his hand will allow.

They don’t seem unfriendly, but he wouldn’t call their demeanor kind either. He still can’t forget the look in their eyes when they’d announced they wanted him to carry their offspring. He suppresses a shudder. He may have a reputation back home, but this is too much even for playboy Brucie to handle. Offspring, really? He’s got enough with the three boys running around his home on any given day.

It's silly, really. Even considering having more children – and it’s not like he would let these aliens touch him, even if he was physically capable of carrying a child. His mind is jumping all over the place which is never a good sign.

Bruce blinks a couple of times and tries to focus on something solid, something tangible. Like Clark’s hand in his. His grip is strong but gentle. Bruce glances at the back of Clark’s head. He’s moving a lot when he speaks. The hand not holding Bruce’s is roaming around in the air as he talks and he’s turning his head to look around them.

Bruce dares follow his eyes for a moment and is surprised by how many lakes are scattered across the land. It doesn’t look like they have many mountains here, it’s mostly flat earth. It’s sand, he thinks as he lets his boot drag across the ground, but not like the sand on Earth; it’s softer somehow, more elastic.

“It’s very beautiful,” Clark’s voice cuts through Bruce’s thoughts. “Don’t you think, B?”

At least he has enough mind to avoid using their real names.

“Yes,” Bruce agrees quickly when several pairs of eyes turn to look at him. “Beautiful.” His answer seems satisfactory and all three turn back to their conversation. Bruce goes back to staring at Clark’s neck.

Does Clark ever get sunburned? He can’t, can he? His skin isn’t thin and fragile like a human’s after all. Bruce should ask him. Or maybe just figure it out on his own. He’s got an extensive file on Clark on the computer in the batcave, he’ll make a note of adding something about sunburn in there.

Before that though Bruce needs to find a way off this planet before he ends up staring holes in the back of Clark’s neck. They may be pretending to be lovers, but not even teenagers forget to blink for so long their eyes dry out. Bruce blinks a couple of times, thankful nobody can see through the cowl. At least he hopes they can’t. He should inspect these aliens closer when he gets the chance. If he gets the chance. They’ll have to survive through the night – can it even be called night when there are three suns on the sky? – before he can let his curiosity win out.

Adeim and Genevivre show them to a room. Well, it’s more like a separate cabin for which Bruce is grateful. He’s not sure he could rest at all knowing that he’d be sharing a space with both Clark and an entire alien family. The cabin is nice enough, nothing too big, hence why Bruce refers to it as a room. Both the aliens bid them a quick goodbye and even without eyelids it seems like they’re both winking at them. Bruce wants to crawl into a hole and die. If only Clark had come up with another lie, something easier to maintain. Or live with if they ever get off this planet.

For now, he’ll settle for crawling into bed, if there even is such a thing on Nereid. They walk around naked; how would Bruce know if they sleep on beds or the ground? His mind is getting fuzzy, he needs sleep. He turns to inspect the cabin once more and promptly wants to drown himself in the nearest lake.

Because of course – Bruce groans loudly – there’s only one bed. How the hell did he end up in a twisted version of a cliché romance novel and with Clark Kent of all people?

#what happens in nereid #I should just use that tag from now on #misha answers #misha writes #fickle makes misha writes CHAOS and he loves it #superbat fic #superbat fanfiction #clark kent x bruce wayne #clark kent/bruce wayne #superman x batman #superman/batman #ND bruce #here's the first 5k #now I'll go back to the second chapter #..there's a typo in the first tag I hate it here #what happens on nereid

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fanficsforloki · 1 year

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To Prove To You - Chapter four

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Word Count: 4k

Series summary: Nereide is a sea nymph with a peculiarity: She knows how to control her element (water) and has magical abilities. Poseidon, aware of that, decides to send her to Asgard as a student of Frigga. She studies with Loki, and as they grow up, they begin to develop feelings for each other. But what if Odin's plans for her get in the way?

Chapter summary: The two share their first intimate moment. Nereide wants Loki with all herself, but he wants to take it slowly. This guy is unnerving.

Content: Unestablished relationship, Friends to lovers, fwb, platonic love, romance, angst, fluff, loss of verginity

Content warnings: smut, melancholy, dacryphilia, Loki is a fabulous bitch with a big heart and a witty sense of humor, a bit over dramatic and very clever. He's sensitive, but hides his feelings and acts really rough around Nereide also because he likes to see her pouting and eventually becoming even more clingy.

Chapter Warnings: oral sex (F. Receiving)

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As they entered the library, Loki blew off all the candles with One motion of his arm.

-If you’re not okay with it then it’s not going to work

He said, dragging Her in the Reading corner where they always used to study. That was kind of their personal space.

Loki literally threw her on one of the couches standing in front of her.

-I am okay with it, but I’ve never — never done it before. I’m going in blind, do you expect me to just know what to do?

-No

The frustration in Nereide’s body grew visibly as she groaned and crossed her arms on her chest.

Loki paused with his mouth halfway open, ready to speak. His heart was pounding in his chest. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in it flexed under pressure. Seh didn’t know she was literally sounding like she was begging him to delve his tongue right into her, did she?

-...Well it’s up to you.

His comment shuts her up real quick. Did he really need her permission? Somehow.

-I — um, Loki — we--

-C’mon!

He exclaimed, making his way closer to her

-Yes or no? You call it.

His messing around and teasing turned way too serious. Loki most definitely knew her answer before she can even got it out. He had that smirk on his face again, that smirk that told her he knew everything he did to her, that tells her that he knew how he had her in a melting mess.

Nereide could only look up to him. She swallowed hard before answering.

-Yes.

The kiss Loki gave her right after that completely took her breath away, emptying her lungs, and made her mind go to mush.

She couldn’teven finish her answer, her was alread brushing his lips to hers. He had leaned over her cowering body, grabbed ahold of her calves to yank her away from the armrest, and simultaneously pressed his lips to hers as he climbed over her body and pushed her into the couch cushion.

His right-hand cupped her face. He had slipped his waist between her thighs so her legs wrapped around him and his hips were so close to being flush with her own.

He fully took her lips in his; It was soft and warm, yet sensual and addictive and every slide of his tongue against hers had her falling harder for him.

Nereide was so pathetically submissive to him that she would do anything he wanted just to hear him tell you how good she was. He needed a big amount of self control to not slap her right across the face, or have her instantly. He could feel himself fanting as his heavy breaths made his lungs totally absorb her scent.

It was addicting. She was addicting, and seeing her enchanted with his being only fueled his desire to see her so full of him.

They knew the whole situation was dangerous. They knew that it was reckless and risky and inconsiderate, but they couldn’t stop. Not when Loki was kissing her like that and had her trembling in his hands.

Loki rested his forehead against hers . He was out of breath, looking extremely cute with his bright eyes sparkling with a few tears.

It was such a bad idea. Not that during a ball someone would think to go into the library, but they both knew what they were doing was going to happen again.

And again.

And again, until they both felt sick.

But they were about to get cought. Since the first time Loki’s hand touched hers, he knew it was something that couldn’t last forever.

Maybe he was just delusional, disappointed with his whole existence to the point where he couldn’t believe such happiness could be gifted to someone like him.

Maybe he was well aware that his father despised both of them, mostly Nereide. The outsider having an affair with his youngest child? The same one that brought disgrace since his birth?

He couldn’t bear these thoughts, so he just concentrated into Nereide’s gaze.

As she saw the shimmering look of Loki, the same he had everytime he was to the verge of crying, she opened her mouth to ask him if everything was okay. But his touch was so heavy and hot, not rough as he wished though, that had Nereide gasping before he kissed her again. She couldn’t stop from squirming underneath him, feeling Her chest rub against his own and his hips brushing against hers, so close to making that contact that they were craving.

With her light tunic, she felt almost naked as he pessed the fabric down to her body. He could see each single curve on hers, from the hard nipples to the little soft tummy she had above her womb.

As Loki worked his way down, spreading kisses, tongue tickles, and little gentle bites on her neck, clevarage and chest, Loki was using his hands to stroke his way past the hips and to the inner thigh and knee area, moving aside Her gown. Stroking and caressing her legs, then start moving back in. He kept the kissing, caressing, and nibbling on high until he reached the very edge with his cold hands.

Loki could feel her falling apart already, he could hear her breathing growing ragged and the soft whimpers getting caught up in her throat. He could feel his cock twitch and could feel his restraint running thinner.

Loki took her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling It slightly and her whole body jerked below him, her hips rutting against him. And It was like that for a while, all slow and sensual, just tasting each others, swallowing each other’s gasps and moans and storing them in their heads. Nereide could feel the gentle pressure against her through the leather of his pants. Embarassingly, she let out a soft gasp, with her mouth shaped in a little O as she just breathed a “wow”.

-say it

His demand was firm, yet it had a saccharine tone that made Nereide stiffen, with her legs closing around his arm as he was still caressing her.

-what?

The confused look on her face was so cute. She looked so…Pretty. Wit her hair scatteredall around, her swollen lips and her rosy cheeks. Her chest was heaving up and down as her breathing seemed to get stuck in her throat.

-that fucking Word, say it.

After five seconds of dense silence, in which Nereide was trying to figure out if he was serious (and he was, surprisingly. He wasn’t teasing her, he really needed her to say it).

The time slowed its pace as his gaze concentrated on her lips, that little small motion she did with her tongue before saying it. He felt the blood in his body rush down his member. All his body fired up as he heard her voice.-…pretty.

Wasn’t he the dumbest being alive to get turned on becaue of that Word? Actually, his favorite girl saying it. That beauty, finally his, with Her tanned skin and dark hair was indescribably graceful and erotic. He did not deserve such a thing. His cock was hard in his leather pants; pressed himself against her, the head of his penis tingled unbearably; it was hot and swollen, a drop forming at the tip, he could feel that.

Loki groaned a little, and was beginning to feel dizzy, squeezing her tightly in his arms as her hips rose up to meet his halfway.

Then he was ready to go down.

No, actally She was ready to let him go down, with dull eyes and trembling knees. She couldn’t wait any longer, her high pitched nd mewling voice as she begged him to continue was quite the invitation.

He began to lightly and slowly run his fingers up the thigh area, then give gentle kisses around, not quite touching yet Her most private center.

He was running his fingers through and lightly pulling on her pubic hair.

He switched to her other leg and performed the same inward trajectory, activating the nerves all around that sweet juicy spot until he was lightly kissing and caressing the genitals themselves.

Nereide responded to his light touches by playfully kicking him, which caused him to grin.

-Careful there, darling.

He said with his deep voice.

As his hot breath and the vibrations of his voice made Her twist in his touch and moan quite audibly, Loki added more intensity.

He continued Circling that area, in the little cranny between the outside of the vagina and the thigh, nibbling her up and brushing his lips where Her skin was sensitive enough to react strongly to the lightest touch.

She fought against the instinct To pull him closer because She knew he loved To push Her To Her limits. And as Her irregular breaths filled the room, One of Loki’s hands came To brush Her cheek.

-Such a good girl…

He moaned before taking the entire outer lips into his mouth in a big sucking, tugging kiss, then giving a wide-tongued, generous lick up the whole outside.

He brought his hands down to Her hips, holding her steady. She was a stammering, needy, pathetic mess.

Nereide was squirming and her flesh cringing with each lick. She buried her face in the pillow to smother her cries.

-I know, I know, princess

Loki said.

-But you will thank me.

Under Loki’s vigorous rubbing, Nereide’s flesh seemed to spring into its fullest conformations. She was shivering now, Her legs squeezed around Loki’s head.

Gradually Nereide relaxed and her flesh shook and quivered under the emphatic skill of Loki’s tongue.

His tongue flicked gently against her clit and every so often he’d bring it back down to slide over her dripping hole just to keep her on edge. He pulled her thighs up and over his shoulders so they rest on either side of his head.

Back and forth, back and forth. He always brought her up just to push her right where they had just begun. It was infuriating, yet it hadded something playfull to that. Like that, it wouldn’t reach its end easily.

She put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples. Her hands swam down along her flanks. She rubbed her hips. Her feet pointed like dancer’s and her toes curled. Her pelvis rose from the sofa as if seeking something more.

Everything was so set and every sound so lewd. God, it was intoxicating.

Nereide couldn’t get enough of him. She was tired and sore but didn’t care. She wanted the ache. She wanted Loki inside of her, all the time.

His weight on top of her. She wanted to squeeze him in further and further. She wanted to watch his face, wanted his sweat to drop onto her.

And she wanted to do the same.

And as her thoughts polluted her mind, Nereide got on top of him. She couldn’t really believe it;

She held him and spread her legs on his face. He felt deeper in her. She was in charge and he liked it.

Nereide held his hands down and he pretended he was trying to break free. He went mad; he bucked. He split her in two. He lifted and heaved Her, holding her firmly by Her waist, helping her to rock her body on him.

He took her from behind and she pushed back, forced more of him into her. He wanted her to come all over his abdomen, but wished so much to drink up all of her fluids. So he switched the positions once again.

Even though his weight was mostly through his elbows and forearms planted on either side of her head, she was pinned down and helpless, and a little breathless beneath him. The image of him going down once again on her was going to be burned into Nereide’s brain forever. His pretty face between her thighs, finger’s knuckle deep inside her, tongue lapping at her cunt as he brought her to her orgasm.

The lest kiss he gave to her sex was unbearably fragile, a spike of sensation, shoulders the frame.

There are no words, only sensation, smooth sensation.

Then he gave her one more, tender, like the tickling lick of a kitten. Nereide felt powerless, suddenly stoned.

Coming back from her high was dizzying, but Loki was leading her in that too. It was like he was taking her by the hand to help her go down the stairs.

Little by little, the hot feeling in her chest decreased, transforming into one more warm and comfortable.

As she looked up at him crawling on her back again, she could only smile.

Loki smiles back. His deep, intelligent and fond gaze traps hers. He was slowly spinning her into his web, but she didn’t care.

It felt so cozy to be alone with him.

And his smile, that sweet, crafty, amiable smile he reserved only for her, didn’t help her. She could just grab him by the collar and swallow down her throat that smile of his smashing her lips to his.

The two were giving and getting every kiss they’ve ever gotten or given; kissing from memory. Fast, hard, deep, frantic, long and slow.

You see, a tongue has no real taste, but there is so much more behind that. For example, Nereide liked the soft pattern Loki’s tongue had. It was warm, wet, it felt so good against her palate.

To taste herself mixed with his saliva was like tasting a spoon of honey. And salt. There was something salty and bitter about that mixture, but she loved it. As they were kissing and touching each other, she could only picture the way he looked from the back as he walked across the halls, with his green cloak floating behind him. His shoulders were broad to the touch as they were to the eye and also, when she was close to him, Nereide liked the way he ears smelled, especially when she was so close that she could smell his neck.

As they were still cuddling, her mouth moved down, then farther. Loki touched the top of her head, pulled her up gently. He still wanted slowness, warmth, kissing. But she wouldn’t. She grasped him, though he wasn’t quite ready; she wasn’t either, but she nearly felt obliged to do something back.

Loki shook his head, taking her by the hand. He like her impatience, but he wanted to savour every single moment. He would have said something idiotic, something tipically his like “Now we’re going my way”, but he wanted Their way, something they could call their.

It was so awkward of him, to think for two instead for just himself.

He couldn’t help but being the usual teas.

-Maybe this can be an excercise in delayed gratification?

He asked her as he walked backwards, facing her only to wink at her and receive a playful smack on his arm.

-1000 years have passed, isn’t it enough?

-No?

This time, Nereide was the one who trapped him in her arms. He was muscolar, yet so lean that she could touch her own elbows.

As they were standing in the middle of the library, rocking themselves in their arms, their deal took astep forward.

Not only it was going to happen again, but it was going to be their secret.

Until someone hadn’t noticed them leaving the library together…

#loki #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki x oc #loki x original female character #to prove to you #to prove to you canon #loki x y/n

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ESO players, tell me about the weirdest bug you’ve encountered while playing the game and how you worked around it (if there was a workaround at all).

For me, it would have to be that time when me and my dungeon team ran into a rather weird issue with Zaan’s HM in Scalecaller Peak. Now, in case you haven’t seen the HM, the big difference between it and the normal mode is that during the shield throw/poison phase, there are four separate methods to protect yourselves, and each player has to pick one of them up.

The options are: - Zaan’s shield, which would be used by everyone on normal mode, but can only be picked up by one person on HM, - the ice field that freezes you, previously seen during the ogre twins boss fight, - the stone orb that petrifies you from the gargoyle boss fight, - and finally the Nereid geyser thingies that pop up during the giant matriarch fight.

Now, we decided to get some HM practice in before trying for the trifecta, and went for this:

We worked out an entire rotation based on the healer and tank picking whatever method was most inconvenient for them first, and then we got started.

Only it turned out that our other DD could not pick up the nereid puddle for the life of him. It would always directly spit him back out when he tried it, and then he’d die.

Well, shit, we thought, so much for that achievement.

But then our healer just went, “Wait, the achievement description says nothing about not dying at all, only that you can’t die to the poison. So how about you just... throw yourself off the cliff when it’s your turn to pick up the puddle, and then we resurrect you and move on?”

And so, for the next several tries, our buddy would roll or jump off the cliff during the first poison phase, until finally nobody else messed up and we got the achievement. To this day, we have no idea what caused this, since he could take all other methods without issue.

#eso #intya plays eso #we never reported this since we did complete it #and zos has a history of banning the messenger if they complete smth despite it being bugged

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7 months and my response to you.

I’m always so grateful, for everything that makes you… You. I know it’s probably silly, but your words can literally make me weep out of nostalgia. You know why? I remember this Nereid, just a year ago, right after I confessed, who was telling me that she’s not really opening up — in general… who doesn’t really get vulnerable around people; almost like she didn’t want to. But truth is, she was being vulnerable just by talking to me about it. At that moment, I felt that I had a glance inside this Nereid, Yeah, and I’ve made my mission to make her feel safe and seen around me. Even though I have always been a silly boy, I really just needed her to be ready, to feel like she could talk to me; and that I would keep anything she might feel close to my heart, good and bad. And look at her now? Confessing to me on our day… And to be honest, doing this everyday. Ain’t I lucky? But adding to that… That’s one of my greatest joy knowing you feel that safe, with me. That you’re not afraid of being seen entirely, and that you know I fall for you even more to your words and that I fall deeper and deeper — as if it was infinite. You always say that you’re not always so good with your feelings but I really think you’re perfect at it. When you find the words, they are always so good, and I relate to them so much.

For example, when you said you found that crazy, that we found each other in this really big ass world; I relate so much, you know? I’ve thought about this recently; I’ve stumbled upon a really cheesy sentence that went like “There’s 7.5 billion smiles on this planet and yours is my favorite” and that’s. Literally. It. Among all people walking this earth, I wouldn’t even look at someone else.

Or… when you said that you feel like we’re connected, that there’s something invisible, unsaid and yet, right there. A connexion that can’t be explained, et pourtant, dont on a conscience. And i feel that so much. Sometimes I don’t need to explain myself more than that, I know you know; I know you feel like I feel, I know you know… How much you’re meant for me, to me; how I would always do things for you, for us. That it will forever be you. That thought reassures me, you know. I’m a clumsy boy, I’ve been clumsy a lot since we started dating; and I’m always scared that you would get tired of those silly mistakes — or things I don’t notice — and run away. I know… insecurities. But at the end of the day, like I said, there’s something between us that makes perfect sense. You trust me, you feel me, you know I’m here for you. Days and nights, only you that really matter. The rest is just accessory, something I can go without.

So, yeah. You always find the right words. Better than me, even. Even do I talk a lot. And I’m so grateful for that, I’m so damn in love. It’s hella crazy? I’m still so excited to reply to you, to see you pop up. I get nervous, sometimes, just like a silly boy in front of his crush; I get insecure as if I was not secured as your boyfriend yet… I get so many emotions that feel so new alors que. They aren’t. I’m yours, ive been for quite some time yeah.

My whole entire world revolves around you. Really. And I can’t picture one without you in it, what meaning would it have? Absolutely none. I don’t even know how I managed to get through life for twenty-five years. I swear Doll, I swear. Couple of months before I met you, I was literally thinking of… well, yk. Just like I did a lot those past few years. I was such a mess, and I was so scared of the future. I’ve never ever pictured myself wanting to live, enjoying life, and even its struggles. Yes, its still tough sometimes, I still have a lot of traumas (I don’t like this word it makes me ick as if I was so woke on twitter please. It has almost lost is scientific meaning for me lol…), processing grief, lot of anxiety management but. Overall. I’m really doing good, I’m really happy, I would fucking beg for my life if I needed to do so. And that’s also the weird thing. And you know that already, you appeared to me just before, what I thought would be the hardest day of my entire life, and weirdly enough, it wasn’t. But you were here, you were this « new » thing, and I was so drawn to you, like I had to, like it was my answer. And you were, you really are my answer. You literally are the reason why I’m full of love right now, you’re the reason why I’m doing well, that I’m so happy, that I’m in shape, well enough to give back this love that I’m receiving. You’re the answer to everything in my life, and i see it so clearly now. I don’t function when you’re not around, its like I’m missing a whole lung and that I’m dying from an incurable illness. For real. I really fucking need you, and I will be on my knees until my last breath; because you’re the one with my whole life in your hands. Well… Okay. Out loud that sounds psycho. That even sounds like manipulation… It’s okay baby! I’m not that psycho. You know I ain’t~~~ More seriously. I will always root for you, my love. And I’m so so so happy knowing you feel safe with me, that you trust me with everything just as I trust you.

The most important thing for me is to see you happy. Whatever the cost, whatever that means now or in the future. You’re the only thing that matters to me and it feels so great, so reassuring, knowing that every step of the way, you’re gonna be right by my side. Everything feels easier knowing that,

Thank you again so much for your words and those seven months. And whole ass year. I will keep doing my best to take good care of you, suffocate you with my nerdiness, silliness, and most importantly. Love. I will do what I can to make any other day exciting or different and I promise you, I can always surprise you (well, I still hope so).

I love learning about you every other day, even when I feel like I know everything. I will have all my life to get wiser from your love and for who you are. I learn from you and your passion, always. And I’m so proud of the woman I have facing me. She’s extraordinary, and she is all mine.

My love is made for you, every bit of it. It didn’t exist before, and there’s no after if it’s not with you.

Ton Kier

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Chapter - 24

(Percy's POV)

I’d finally found something I was really good at.

The Queen Anne’s Revenge responded to my every command. I knew which ropes to hoist, which sails to raise, which direction to steer.

We plowed through the waves at what I figured was about ten knots.

I even understood how fast that was. For a sailing ship, pretty darn fast.

It all felt perfect-the wind in my face, the waves breaking over the prow.

But now that we were out of danger, all I could think about was how much I missed Tyson, & how worried I was about Grover.

I couldn’t get over how badly I’d messed up on Circe’s Island. If it hadn’t been for Annabeth, I’d still be a rodent, hiding in a hutch with a bunch of cute furry pirates. I thought about what Circe had said: See, Percy? You’ve unlocked your true self!

I still felt changed. Not just because I had a sudden desire to eat lettuce. I felt jumpy, like the instinct to be a scared little animal was now a part of me.

Or maybe it had always been there. That’s what really worried me.

We sailed through the night.

Annabeth tried to help me keep look out, but sailing didn’t agree with her.

After a few hours rocking back & forth, her face turned the color of guacamole & she went below to lie in a hammock, while Nora stayed sitting on the floor across from where I was, seemingly lost in thought.

I watched the horizon. More than once I spotted monsters. A plume of water as tall as a skyscraper spewed into the moonlight. A row of green spines slithered across the waves-something maybe a hundred feet long, reptilian.

I didn’t really want to know.

Once I saw Nereids, the glowing lady spirits of the sea. I tried to wave at them, but they disappeared into the depths, leaving me unsure whether they’d seen me or not.

Sometime after midnight, Annabeth came up on deck. We were passing a smoking volcano island.

The sea bubbled & steamed around the shore.

“One of the forges of Hephaestus,” Nora said suddenly. “Where he makes his metal monsters.”

“Like the bronze bulls?” I asked.

She nodded. “Go around. Far around.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. We steered clear of the island, & soon it was just a red patch of haze behind us.

I looked over at Annabeth. “The reason you hate Cyclopes so much...the story about how Thalia really died. What happened?”

It was hard to see her expression in the dark. I notice Nora looking over at us but she quickly looked away without saying anything.

“I guess you deserve to know,” Annabeth said finally. “The night Grover was escorting us to camp, he got confused, took some wrong turns. You remember he told you that once?”

I nodded.

“Well, the worst wrong turn was into a Cyclops’s lair in Brooklyn.”

“They’ve got Cyclopes in Brooklyn?” I asked.

“You wouldn’t believe how many, but that’s not the point. This Cyclops, he tricked us. He managed to split us up inside this maze of corridors in an old house in Flatbush. And he could sound like anyone, Percy. Just the way Tyson did aboard the Princess Andromeda. He lured us, one at a time. Thalia thought she was running to save Luke. Luke thought he heard me scream for help. And me...I was alone in the dark. I was seven years old. I couldn’t even find the exit.”

She brushed the hair out of her face.

“I remember finding the main room. There were bones all over the floor. And there were Thalia, Luke & Grover, tied up & gagged, hanging from the ceiling like smoked hams. The Cyclops was starting a fire in the middle of the floor. I drew my knife, but he heard me. He turned & smiled. He spoke, & somehow he knew my dad’s voice. I guess he just plucked it out of my mind. He said, ‘Now, Annabeth, don’t you worry. I love you. You can stay here with me. Forever.’”

I shivered. The way she told it-even now, six years later-freaked me out worse than any ghost story I’d ever heard.

“What did you do?”

“I stabbed him in the foot.”

I stared at her. “Are you kidding? You were seven years old and you stabbed a grown Cyclops in the foot?”

“Oh, he would’ve killed me. But I surprised him. It gave me just enough time to run to Thalia & cut the ropes on her hands. She took it from there.”

“Yeah, but still...that was pretty brave, Annabeth.”

She shook her head. “We barely got out alive. I still have nightmares, Percy. The way that Cyclops talked in my father’s voice. It was his fault we took so long getting to camp. All the monsters who’d been chasing us had time to catch up. That’s really why Thalia died. If it hadn’t been for that Cyclops, she’d still be alive today.”

We sat on the deck, watching the Hercules constellation rise in the night sky.

“Go below,” Annabeth told me at last. “You need some rest.”

I nodded. My eyes were heavy. But when I got below & found a hammock, it took me a long time to fall asleep.

I kept thinking about Annabeth’s story. I wondered, if I were her, would I have had enough courage to go on this quest, to sail straight toward the lair of another Cyclops?

I also wondered how horrible it must've been for Nora. Coming to camp a few months later only to find out that her sister was dead...

I didn’t dream about Grover.

Instead I found myself back in Luke’s stateroom aboard the Princess Andromeda. The curtains were open. It was nighttime outside.

The air swirled with shadows. Voices whispered all around me-spirits of the dead.

Beware, they whispered. Traps. Trickery.

Kronos’s golden sarcophagus glowed faintly-the only source of light in the room.

A cold laugh startled me. It seemed to come from miles below the ship. You don’t have the courage, young one. You can’t stop me.

I knew what I had to do. I had to open that coffin.

I uncapped Riptide. Ghosts whirled around me like a tornado. Beware!

My heart pounded. I couldn’t make my feet move, but I had to stop Kronos.

I had to destroy whatever was in that box.

Then a girl spoke right next to me: “Well, Seaweed Brain?”

I looked over, expecting to see Annabeth, but the girl wasn’t Annabeth.

She wore punk-style clothes with silver chains on her wrists. She had spiky black hair, dark eyeliner around her stormy blue eyes which looked strangely similar to Nora's & a spray of freckles across her nose. She looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.

“Well?” she asked. “Are we going to stop him or not?”

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t move.

The girl rolled her eyes. “Fine. Leave it to me & Aegis.”

She tapped her wrist & her silver chains transformed-flattening & expanding into a huge shield.

It was silver & bronze, with the monstrous face of Medusa protruding from the center.

It looked like a death mask, as if the gorgon’s real head had been pressed into the metal.

I didn’t know if that was true, or if the shield could really petrify me, but I looked away. Just being near it made me cold with fear.

I got a feeling that in a real fight, the bearer of that shield would be almost impossible to beat.

Any sane enemy would turn & run.

The girl drew her sword & advanced on the sarcophagus. The shadowy ghosts parted for her, scattering before the terrible aura of her shield.

“No,” I tried to warn her.

But she didn’t listen. She marched straight up to the sarcophagus & pushed aside the golden lid.

For a moment she stood there, gazing down at whatever was in the box.

The coffin began to glow.

“No.” The girl’s voice trembled. “It can’t be.”

From the depths of the ocean, Kronos laughed so loudly the whole ship trembled.

“No!” The girl screamed as the sarcophagus engulfed her in a blast of a golden light.

🙂...no words needed here..

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#nereid messes around #shining nikki #sn #the theme is definitely hinting at using the new mermaid cloud stuff but you can pry moon goddess pigeon styling from my cold dead hands

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The Little Nereid Part 10

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Word count: 3,100

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. There will be some graphic violence in the future.

Updated regularly, twice a week; will have about ?16? parts total.

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Three long banquet tables took up the middle of the palace's dining hall. The middle table was reserved for the family and their close friends; the other tables were filled by guests of every sort. Each table was piled high with mountains of mouth-watering dishes; quail and fish; breads and pastries; olives and cheese. Gilded bowls of fresh fruit grown in the neighboring orchards and gardens were being served by dryads, and the satyrs went around with large jugs of wine, ensuring that no one's glass went unfilled.

Dynamene, now dressed in her finest golden peplos and her ceremonial coral wreath, made her way through the high-spirited crowd. After stopping to exchange bows and pleasantries with a faun she'd attended school with as a small child, she heard someone call her name. Turning around, she saw Thoe waving her over to a chair at the main table.

"Your seat's here next to me. You know, since we're seated in birth order," Thoe sighed as Dynamene took her chair. "I don't miss having to sit in order like this."

"What, don't like being reminded you're one of the youngest too?" Dynamene laughed.

"I am still nearly four centuries older than you, and don't you forget it!" Thoe protested, jabbing at her lightly.

"Well, since you're the second youngest of us thirteen here tonight, I suppose you're stuck next to me." Dynamene craned her head to look towards the front of the room. "Where are Mother and Father?"

"Ianeira said they'd be out any minute. Everyone else should be taking their seats soon..."

As if on cue, everyone still on their feet scrambled to their seats. The satyrs hurried to top up the last of the glasses before chugging down the remaining wine in the jugs for themselves. The eleven other Nereids present quickly made their way to the table, talking in excited whispers. "They're coming," Ianeira announced as she took her seat close to the head of the table.

Two figures appeared at the entrance at the front of the great hall, and the crowd's clamor dimmed to a murmur. Nereus and Doris, the esteemed father and mother of the Nereids, had made their appearance at last.

They were both tall and statuesque, though the similarities ended there. Nereus was an imposing man with a kind face, his smile largely hidden behind a vast beard that fell nearly halfway down his broad chest. He rose one hand in greeting to his guests, who called back their approval. "Greetings, my esteemed guests; my dearest of friends; and, of course, my beloved daughters. We are beyond honored to share our hospitality with you tonight."

Doris beamed at her daughters, her dark eyes crinkling warmly. Her long black hair fell in spirited waves and curls to her thighs, decorated on top with a coral hairpiece that matched theirs. "We are gathered here this evening to rejoice; thirteen of our beautiful daughters have returned home to celebrate Dynamene's coming-of-age. Please join us in filling this evening with merriment beyond heart's measure!" She rose her glass in a toast, and the rest of the hall joined her with cheer.

The opening speech given, the crowd returned to socializing. Doris and Nereus made their way to their gilded thrones at the head of the family table.

"More and more beautiful every year," Doris sighed contentedly, looking at her daughters with pride. "I am so glad to see you again, loves. It's so quiet here with you all away."

"I don't know about that; Nerites almost makes enough noise to make up for it," laughed Nereus merrily.

"That's not true!" Nerites protested from the other end of the table. He looked up from the kabob of roasted fish he was chewing. "I make more than enough noise."

The family erupted with laughter at his unexpectedly peeved retort. "I jest, Nerites," Nereus soothed. "You're the noisiest lad on the coast; I promise."

"Especially on days your father and I are trying to sleep in," Doris added smoothly, passing a plate of poached figs to her husband.

"Aye, and the days we're not trying to sleep in, too," Nereus whispered boldly, winking saucily at her. Dynamene nearly choked on her wine as her older sisters laughed at his raunchy remark. Doris threw a grape at him playfully.

"Mind your manners, or we'll be sleeping in separate suites entirely tonight, and it won't matter either way."

"Ah, just having a bit of a laugh, my love." Nereus brushed her hair back affectionately. "But your mother is right; it's not the same here with all of you girls gone. Too bad the rest couldn't come as well."

"I'm surprised Poseidon agreed to let thirteen of us come to begin with," Actaea said, swirling her wine thoughtfully.

"He does have business elsewhere, so he doesn't need all of us tending the palace as usual," Ianeira replied. "Honestly, though, he could have let all of us come and things wouldn't change at all. It's not like anyone else would be there to make a mess."

"Mm, quite right." Thoe took a dainty bite from a pear. "I'm sure he wants to keep the rest there just to prove he can. Another status symbol."

Dynamene stared at her plate. I'm sure he's not doing it just out of spite.

"Do you want something else to eat, Dynamene?" Doris asked. "I know lobster isn't your favorite. Do you want to try some quail?"

"Oh, no," Dynamene rushed, holding up her hands. "Just lost in thought. I've grown more fond of lobster lately, to be honest; especially with lime sauce."

Doris tutted fondly. "Finally getting a taste for shellfish; you really have come-of-age, haven't you?"

Ianeira watched quietly for a moment, then spoke up. "Mother, do you think I could speak to you in private later tonight?"

Doris looked up in concern. "Of course, dearest; is everything alright? Is it something we should speak about right away?"

"No, it's not urgent," Ianeira said. "Just something that's been worrying me." Her gaze lingered on Dynamene, who took notice, before quickly darting away.

Again with that strange air of secretiveness... But what does it mean? Dynamene pondered for a moment.

Oh, well. I suppose if it involves me, I'll find out sooner or later. She reached out to try a bit of quail. Lobster still really wasn't quite her favorite.

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Some hours later, the feast had ended and the guests had dispersed. Dynamene had retired to take a soothing bath in the wide tub of the grand bath. Worn out from the long day, and stuffed to bursting with delicious food, it felt wonderful to let herself relax in the hot salt water. It wasn't long before she began to feel sleepy, and she knew it was time to head to bed.

Freshly bathed, and with her damp hair hanging loose, she put on a fresh chiton that smelled of the ocean outside. She felt so much more relaxed since they'd arrived at home. She left the bathroom and wandered down the dimly lit halls to her childhood bedroom. The gentle orange glow of the torches set a warm, soft light everywhere it touched. Her bare feet weren't cold against the ground here, unlike with the cold marble at Poseidon's palace. It would be nice to sleep in her old bed again tonight.

She was almost to her room when she heard quiet voices coming from Ianeira's room. She paused, remembering Ianeira's request to their mother. Surely she was hearing them talk about whatever it was that troubled Ianeira.

She hesitated outside the door. It wasn't right for her to eavesdrop, but when she remembered that had persisted since her sisters' meeting with Poseidon, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. Brushing her hair away from her ear, she leaned in to listen.

"...worried about her, lately. It wouldn't be a concern if you hadn't sent us to a place like that in the first place. I just don't understand. Why?"

Ianeira's tone was rather vulnerable, now that she was speaking in private with her mother. It took Dynamene by surprise; for so long, Ianeira had been the one guiding the rest of them, and now here she was herself seeking counsel with her mother.

"We sent you to Poseidon's palace to broaden your prospects," Doris answered firmly. "To give you opportunities you could never have here. Your father and I are rather ancient by the rest of the pantheon's standards, and our influence has already peaked long ago. It was our hope that, by sending you to serve Poseidon, that you might meet others, gain an education, and make your own way in the world."

"The tutors were top-class," Ianeira admitted. "But Poseidon himself is a geyser, just waiting to blow. Don't you remember what he did to Adamas? Ripped him in half without a second thought. We were there, serving him, when that happened, remember? We saw the body, Mother. I can still hear the screams some nights..."

"I think about it more than I ought to," Doris whispered. "And I am sorry that you had to witness it. It was an unspeakable act. But I don't believe for one second that he would ever harm any of you."

"It matters not what you believe! I don't want to risk that happening to Dynamene! If he was capable of doing that to his own brother on a whim, what would he do to her?" Ianeira cried.

Doris sighed. "Your father and I have always had faith that Poseidon would never lay a hand on any of you. All fifty of you are clever and resourceful; we know you would never tempt fate with him. And he would never tempt fate with you."

Ianeira laughed humorlessly. "Tempt fate? Oh, Mother, if only you knew."

"I don't understand, Ianeira. Why are you afraid for Dynamene? What do you fear Poseidon is going to do?"

"It's more about what Dynamene might do at the moment, Mother," Ianeira said, her voice defeated. "You see... Dynamene is infatuated with Poseidon."

One could have heard a pin drop. Dynamene clapped her hand over her mouth, hiding her gasp of shock. How long had they known about her feelings for Poseidon?

"...She has always been a passionate girl," Doris murmured. "Always a bit of a romantic. But, I suppose, this really isn't so surprising of a development. Of the fifty of you, one of you was bound to become enamored with him."

"I'm worried for her, Mother," Ianeira whispered. "She's still so young; she's still a child in so many ways. I don't know what to do."

"Dynamene is at that strange stage where she has the desires of a woman, but the reasoning of a child. She is inexperienced. It will just take time; she will grow and learn."

"But that's what I'm worried about, Mother!" Ianeira pleaded. "She's already so infatuated with him, and this is Poseidon! If, in time, she really does fall in love with him, and he lays claim to her - what can we do to protect her from him? She'll become his consort, and then..."

"Dynamene is still too young to truly know romantic love. I assure you, dearest, what Dynamene feels right now is just a passing fancy. Poseidon is a powerful god, and he is handsome; I would be more surprised if she did not develop an attraction to him. But Poseidon is infamously cold and stoic. Nothing will come of it, you have my word."

That stung. Dynamene winced, her face flushing with humiliation. It was uncomfortably jarring to hear her family speak candidly about her innermost feelings this way.

"I don't want to risk that! Dynamene is around him all the time, as we all are, serving him at the palace. Please, just request that Dynamene remain home longer, even if only for a year. If it's truly a mere crush, then her feelings for him should fizzle out by then."

What? The gears in Dynamene's mind began to turn rapidly. Ianeira was asking Doris to keep her here even longer...

Almost as if the whole point of the trip had been to get her away from Poseidon.

Dynamene swallowed hard, feeling a surge of angry betrayal wash over her. Her clenched fists had begun to shake. She resisted the urge to barge in; they were still speaking, and she wanted to listen until the end.

Doris was quiet. "I will consider it. But the thirteen of you have only just got here today; it could very well be the case that, by the time the month is up, Dynamene's attention will be on someone else."

Dynamene heard Ianeira exhale. "Thank you, Mother. I just... I just want her to be safe."

"I understand, my child," Doris comforted her. "But have faith; everything will turn out just fine."

Dynamene couldn't stand to listen to anymore. She ran to her room and slammed the door shut, angry tears forming in her eyes.

They had known. They had known this entire time how she felt. And now, instead of supporting her, or even just hearing her out about her feelings, they were trying to keep the two of them apart. Her sisters, the people she trusted most in the whole world, had betrayed her trust.

Any joy she'd felt from their homecoming dispersed within her chest, replaced by the hot, prickling sensation of rage. How could they do this? She wasn't only angry at them; she was angry at herself, too. How could I have been so blind? She asked herself angrily. Of course they'd never accept my feelings for Poseidon. If one thing's clear now, it's that they hate him. They've never spoken to him the way I have. They've no idea.

I never wanted to stay here for a month from the start, let alone a year. By the time we go back to the palace, the council of the gods will have taken place, and Hera will have done her best to force someone else upon Poseidon. I won't let that happen. I'll do whatever it takes to go back before then.

A gentle rap on her shut door broke her out of her angry reverie. She didn't bother to check who it was before shouting, "Go away!"

But of course, the door opened anyway, revealing the last person she wanted to see: Ianeira.

"Leave me alone," Dynamene snapped at her.

Ianeira stared at her in shock. "What's gotten into you? I just came to check on you. Is something the matter?"

Perhaps now wasn't the right time to break out into a fury. Dynamene unclenched her jaw and took a breath. "No, I'm sorry for snapping. I just have a headache."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ianeira said, coming to sit next to her. She reached out to stroke her sister's hair, but Dynamene pulled away.

"Well, I'll keep things brief then," Ianeira started over. "We had a good time today, didn't we?"

"Yes," Dynamene muttered as she looked away. It was going great until now.

"I know how refreshing it is to be here at home. It's where we belong, really, although with how much time we've spent at Poseidon's palace, it can be hard to remember."

Dynamene was silent, knowing where her sister's words were leading to and loathing it. Ianeira carefully ventured onwards. "So... How would you like to take the year off and stay here, at home?"

Dynamene looked at Ianeira with loathing in her eyes. "So you can keep me away from Poseidon a little longer?"

Ianeira's mouth fell open, but no words came out.

Dynamene jumped to her feet, unable to rein in her rage any longer. "You can't even deny it, can you?! That this whole trip was a ruse to get me away from him! Is that the real reason why you left me out of the audience?"

"Why... How on earth could you possibly know that?" Ianeira shot back, standing up.

"I have a predisposition to eavesdropping, I guess," Dynamene clenched her fists. "I heard what you were saying to Mother. How dare you decide what's best for me like that?! You haven't even asked me about any of it!"

"About what? Your infatuation with a madman?!" Ianeira yelled back. Her eyes were snapping with long-repressed frustration and anger, and Dynamene couldn't help but shirk back. "You think I haven't lost sleep, worrying about this? And now you want me to compromise with you over it?!"

"How dare you say that!" Angry tears threatened to overflow from Dynamene's eyes. "I don't need you deciding what's right for me! I've already made up my mind; I want to stay with him! I want to be with him!"

"Be with him?! Are you insane, Dynamene?!" Ianeira threw her arms up in disbelief. "You want to be with the man who tore his own brother apart without a second glance? Is that the same fate you want, once he decides you too don't meet his standards?!"

"He would never do that to me!" Dynamene cried, clutching her bracelet. "He wouldn't! Even when he caught me spying, he-"

"He what?" Ianeira's voice went deadly quiet. "You did what?"

"I..." Dynamene knew she had made a mistake, and she looked down.

"You spied on him? Why?! Are you even thinking?! If Mother and Father knew-"

"I had to know what he was talking about with Hera! I don't want him to be with anyone else; I love him! I love him!" Dynamene's voice cut off as she began to sob with abandon. "Please, don't tell them! They'll never let me-"

"How could you say you love him?! He has no heart! He cares for no one, not even us!" Ianeira hurled. Her hair was steaming with rage. "You're not even thinking, taking risks like that! There's no way you're returning to that palace! You're still a child; Poseidon will ruin you! I won't let him do that to you; not you, or any of my sisters!" Her shouts echoed in the small room.

"You can't stop me!" Something within Dynamene had snapped. "I'm not a child anymore, and you don't control me!" She threw open the windows and let the night wind pour in, billowing about her. The black seawater swirled many feet below.

"Wait, Dynamene, don't!" Ianeira cried out, reaching for her.

Dynamene dove headfirst out the window without a second glance. She plunged into the cold ocean water below, the thin fabric of her chiton swirling about her.

I won't sit by and let others decide my life for me! They could never know how I feel. They won't even try to understand. Tears drifted from her eyes, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake. That's just fine. I'll take things into my own hands. I'll find a way; I will.

Dynamene let her body disperse into the water, swimming away as fast as she could into the dark waters of the night.

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Author’s Notes: This part has taken me the longest thus far now. I gave myself time to recharge before finishing it because I wanted the emotions to be strong. Can't do that if I'm suffering writer fatigue. I watched part of The Little Mermaid and felt ready to continue. Here we are!

Can you blame Dynamene, Ianeira? Have you LOOKED at Poseidon, I mean REALLY LOOKED? Man's got the looks of an angel. Too bad his personality doesn't match.

The parts now have names (on ao3)! We're at part 10 now; I thought names might help tell them apart. No spoilers in them, but descriptive enough that people who have already read them will hopefully be able to tell which is which.

Nereid birth order:

Ianeira - 1

Actaea - 6

Callianassa - 23

Eione - 27

Thoe - 41

Dynamene - 50

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon x oc #poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fanfiction

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curewhimsy · 3 years

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In chapter 5 of Symphony Saga: Resonate, a lot of new characters are introduced now that Haku and Neru end up at a bakery in Whimsica.

Conversation is had... and I’m planning on each character having um... at least one speaking part!

But just in case... Yes... I wrote descriptions for all the characters I planned on introducing.

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Teto Kasane- (UTAU) Cheerful, friendly, and silly. Likes harmless pranks, smiling, and anything fun or humorous. Kind of like an excited little puppy. Adorable and animated. Has chimera powers. Grows dragon wings and a tail when she’s angry, which is rare, but intense when it occurs. 14 years old.

Momo Momone- (UTAU) Teto’s close childhood friend. Clumsy, passive, and meek, but optimistic. Extraordinarily gentle and mild-mannered, but can unexpectedly pack a punch. Can detach her head with magic. Wears frilly clothes. Likes peaches, but hates nectarines. Has an older brother named Momotaro. 14 years old.

Luka Megurine- (Vocaloid) A bit like an older sister figure to Teto. Moody, quiet, elegant. Has a mature aura. A bit shy, and not all that confident. Good at music and art, and is quite knowledgeable. Clumsy in a fight. Gives good, sage advice. Half-nereid (water nymph,) and can hold her breath underwater for ten minutes. Loves seafood (especially tuna,) but would never eat her pet octopus... 17 years old.

Mako Nagone- (UTAU) Luna’s best friend. Calm and chill usually. Mostly agreeable, mature, and nice. Has a well-concealed, yet fiery temper. It’s a bit hidden, but she’s super-tough. Her berserk button (hated thing) is when people discourage dreams. Acrobatic. A kunoichi (female ninja) in training. Plays viola as a hobby. Loves historical media. Loves ultra-spicy food. 17 years old.

Luna Amane- (UTAU) Mako’s best friend. She’s kind of an airhead. Rabbit fauna with youkai powers. Dramatic, eccentric, theatrical. Likes idols and astronomy. Surprisingly very adept at astronomy and math. Awful at chemistry and cooking. Wants to be an idol! Dancer trained in ballet. Likes carrot cake. Likes sparkly indie fashion. Likes magical girl shows and the manga authored by her friend, Yowa Shion. 17 years old.

Yowa Shion- (UTAU) A worrywart, thinks Teto is too impulsive. A shoujo manga artist. A bit like Teto’s “tsukkomi,” or straight man to her joker. Enjoys quieter activities like drawing and reading manga comics (romance and adventure,) cooking, cosmetics, and studying. Has an embarrassing little crush on Sora Suiga. But it’s pretty embarrassing. Her favorite food is taiyaki. Rather modest. Likes soft things and round things. Hangs out with Mako, Luna, and Sora a lot. 14 years old.

Sora Suiga- (UTAU) A dorky, yet charming and friendly sort of everyguy who likes music, sports, memes, plays Minecraft, has bad luck, is gullible, easily scared, and wishes he were cool and tough like Mako. Class clown. Mischievous. Likes curry bread. A fan of Yowa’s manga stories, and often helps her with ideas. Has a sarcastic pet squirrel named Acorn. Hangs out with Mako, Luna, and Yowa a lot. 15 years old.

Pandora Panda- (OC) Black, indigo hair in two puffy buns. Manager of Pandora’s Bakery. Teto and Momo’s boss! A bit like an older sister figure to Teto, nonetheless. However, she can be irresponsible. Purple panda fauna. A carefree person who has passion for the things the likes... which are food, shopping, and decorating! Pandora is usually carrying around a box... of fun things! Likes bamboo bread. For some reason she doesn’t like parallelograms. Her favorite shape is a hexagon, like her box. But don’t worry... her Pandora’s Box is hex-free. 18 years old.

Emi Byul- (OC) Korean, periwinkle hair. Random gremlin of memes. Yells a lot. Impulsive. Tomboyish and wild yet loves cute fashion. Plays violin. 4’10” but somehow a force to be reckoned with. Usually smiling innocently. In her random phase. However, she’s secretly insecure... 13 years old.

Nova Sol- (OC) Spanish, orange hair in pigtails. A writer. Always getting inspiration for stories. Likes citrus. Always jumping around, demanding attention. Underneath her confident and smiling exterior, she is a sentimental sap. She just doesn’t like to show that side... 14 years old.

Roy Nijine- (OC) Black and a quarter Japanese, plum purple hair in six long braids. An inventor. Stoic and grumpy. Secretly shy and sensitive. Sometimes feels lonely. Nova and Emi are his best friends, even though he pretends they get on his nerves. He actually really appreciates them and likes seeing them happy. 13 years old.

Ian Glaze- (OC) Norwegian, dark mint hair. Likes ice cream (in summer) and hotcakes (in winter.) Mild-mannered and quiet, but outgoing and sociable around friends. 15 years old. He is a bit new to Speckle Town and isn’t as close as Emi, Nova, and Roy are to each other. He is eager to become closer.

Tako Luka the octopus- (Vocaloid derivative) Luka’s pet octopus that greatly resembles her! Quite spoiled. Playful. Likes pranks. Giggly. Cannot speak human languages.

Nyan Cat- (Internet sensation, voiced with Momo Momone’s voicebank) Momo’s gray alien cat with a pop-tart for a body. Can fly and leaves a rainbow trail behind in the air. A loyal companion. Cannot speak human languages.

Muffin the bunny- (OC/stuffed animal) A relaxed and calm anthropomorphic blue bunny. Non-binary. They would talk, but are mute, so they communicate with sign-language and gestures. Loves to eat pie and take siestas.

Merengue the bunny- (OC/stuffed animal) A cheerful and humble anthropomorphic talking pink bunny. Understands sign-language. He is Muffin’s best friend. Skips everywhere. Likes to decorate.

Happy the llama- (OC/stuffed animal) A teal blue talking llama who loves to throw and attend parties! A charmer. Just a little self-centered... Wears a black top hat. Likes tap-dancing, especially at parties. Banana’s best friend. They dance together. Likes to drink Ramune soda.

Banana the lemur- (OC/stuffed animal) A graceful, yet hyperactive talking magenta lemur who does ballet and wears a pink tutu. Happy’s best friend. They dance together. Likes to drink bubble tea.

Slumber the owl- (OC/stuffed animal) A sleepy and scatterbrained talking gray owl who is an inventor. Speaks very formally. His inventions are often very genius... and often duds with specific, obscure uses. He sometimes messes up on the inventions, with humorous results. Overall, he is quite friendly and somewhat silly. Wears a monocle.

#symphony Saga: resonate #symphony saga #resonate #symphony Saga resonate #whimsica #my writing #oc #ocs #utau #vocaloid #ideas #brainstorm #life of pastell #whimsica saga #whimsica the crossover

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themuffinbee · 4 years

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Lore Olympus Novelized, Chapter 1

Hey all! I’ve moved my non-official fan adaption of Lore Olympus from Ao3 to Tumblr for anybody that might wish to read it. Hope you guys enjoy!

The plot and dialogue belong to the incredible Rachel Smythe.

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Raindrops pelted the windshield as the slick streets of the Underworld glowed with fluorescent blue and electrified neon. A beautiful sight if anyone cared to notice, though few ever did.

Hades didn’t, not anymore. He hadn't for a very long time.

At the present moment, like most moments, he had other things on his mind much more important than kaleidoscopic puddles of dirty city water. Important things like how it was only 9:15 and the night was already turning to shit.

Said shit-turning was mostly due to the absence of a particular river nymph, whose sultry silhouette should be right there, waiting under the awning of her apartment building. That was what she had agreed to with a little wink and a smirk only six hours ago, anyway. There was no way she had forgotten about it either. Not after the way she had gleefully crowed about receiving one of Hera’s coveted invitations to the night’s festivities. She had the damned thing pinned to her refrigerator, for crying out loud.

That left only one real question: what had he done to piss her off this time? He hadn’t even seen her since before the end of the workday. Then again, that had never managed to stave off her ire before.

Eyes scanning for a streak of blood-red among all of the mirrored blue, Hades drove yet another circuit around the building, tapped out yet another text message, made yet another call. The phone rang once, twice, three times—

“Hey!” Minthe answered, voice low and relaxed. Carefree.

“You’re late, where are you?” Hades tried his best to keep any impatience out of his tone. Minthe didn't like it when he got impatient.

He heard the sound of sloshing water in the background as she asked, “Did you get me that purse I wanted?”

“Um, yeah…” he began, “I did, but—”

“Oh, great!”

Another splash sent his heart sinking in his chest. Surely she wasn’t in the bathtub. She knew he had all but begged Hera for that damn invitation, there was no way she was taking a bath right now. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “You’re coming to the Panathenaea with me, right?”

The other end of the line went silent, and he found himself holding his breath despite knowing her answer.

“Hmm…” She drew out her simpering hum long enough to sound playful. At least, it would have, if he hadn't known better. “...I don’t think so.”

Hades bit inside of his cheek and counted backward from ten in his mind. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that I don’t particularly feel like being seen in public with you today.”

Oh, screw this.

"Real classy, Minthe," he said, anger finally leaking into his voice. He glanced at the clock again and felt some of that anger turn into nervousness.

9:19.

There was a large difference between late, fashionably late, and late. Hera, of course, had worked out how to tell which was which down to an exacting science. He really didn't feel like getting pinned under that calculating gaze or chastened by that arched I told you so eyebrow. Or, even worse, being the beneficiary of her well-meaning but oh-so-condescending pity.

"Come on, stop messing around," he said, sounding pathetic to his own ears. "I can't go to my brother's party by myself."

Not again.

Minthe sighed, then explained as though she were speaking to a particularly dense toddler, "I don't feel like being seen with you in general."

It wasn't the first time she'd said something like this, but the words still hit him like a slap in the face. Normally, there would at least be a reason for her to say these things. Maybe one of their infamous knock-down, drag-out fights, or even a careless word on his part. Something. But this...this was completely unprovoked. Things had been...good...between them recently. No fights in almost a month, she seemed happy most of the time, and the two of them had settled into a comfortable routine between work and after work. It had been nice. Normal. Or, at least, as normal as the two of them were capable of being.

He opened his mouth to ask what the hell had gotten into her, what he had done to make her so angry, but Minthe’s voice halted the words in his throat

"Hades…" she said, tone as languid as a string of cigarette smoke, "all the fine suits in the world won't change the fact that you stink of death."

That...that was a new one.

His teeth ground against one another as he tried to think of some kind of coherent response, willing himself not to give in to the outrage and panic that threatened to fill his mouth with poison. When no ingenious plan or even the will to salvage this whole mess appeared, Hades did the most sensible thing he could: he ended the call.

His limbs and head felt heavy as he sank his forehead onto the steering wheel, but not nearly as heavy as the weight that felt like it could tear a hole in his jacket pocket.

Ha. He had really thought she would consider...

Gods, what an idiot he was.

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Even two blocks away from the party, Hades could tell the night’s festivities would very much resemble his youngest brother himself: loud, flashy, and obnoxious. Thunderous bass beats reverberated his car windows in place and splashes of light reflected off of the clouds like multi-colored lightning. The music only grew louder as he entered the building, now joined by the sounds of drunken party-goers.

As if he didn’t have enough of a headache already.

If all went well, he could make a few strategic appearances here and there, suffer through a five-minute conversation with his brothers, and be home with a bottle of his favorite scotch in under an hour. Most important of all, he needed to avoid—

“Hey! Hey! HEY!”

...Hera.

He turned around to see the golden Queen of the Gods, dripping with jewels and looking as resplendent as ever. Also, drunk. From the gentle sway of her walk and tilt of her stance, she had to be at least on her third drink of the night.

“Where is your date, Blue Boy?” She cocked her head with a grin.

“Gone,” he answered, unable to keep from averting his eyes. There wasn’t much point in trying to lie to her, there never was. Being married to a pathological philanderer for two thousand years had given her the ability to smell bullshit a mile away. “I need a drink.”

She studied him for only a moment before her face melted from a cheerful smile to tired annoyance. “Well, I, for one, am grateful! I don’t have to spend the evening with that nymph trash.”

Ah. So she was drunk enough to be honest. Fourth drink, then.

...Nymph trash, huh? It wasn’t that all nymphs were trash. After all, Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea and bride of his least annoying brother, was technically a nymph herself. Hera wouldn’t ever speak of any of the Nereids like that, not if she didn’t want saltwater running through her taps for a month. No, his nymph was the one who was trash.

Hades began twisting a scrap of paper from his pocket between his fingers at the thought of his sister-in-law. “Did Poseidon bring his wife?”

Hera glanced down at his restless hands, then back up to his face, wearing that dreaded look of pity as she answered, “...Yes.”

Anger and anxiety had been battling it out in his brain the whole night through, and anger finally seemed to gain the upper hand.

“Great!” He threw his arm out to the side. “So I’m the only one alone?”

With her most self-assured smile, the kind that could convince almost anyone to throw themselves off of a cliff, Hera said, “Relax, no one will notice.”

Hades glared at her out of the corner of his eye. “You did.”

“Hera!” An unfortunately familiar voice boomed across the hall as the host of the night’s event, the purple pain in the ass, strode into view. Zeus, looking every bit the smug asshole he was with his white suit and diamond laurel, grabbed his wife about the waist and spun her around. “Hera, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! You look beautiful tonight!”

“Oh stop! You’re embarrassing me!” she cooed.

Zeus leaned in close, their noses almost touching as he whispered, “How ‘bout we get outta here?”

Oh Gaia, he wasn’t about to start making out with her, was he?

Hera wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, words covered in honey. “You big silly! You can’t leave your own party!”

Zeus began nibbling on his wife’s ear and she giggled like a teenager with her first boyfriend.

Hades sighed. Yes. Yes, they were about to start making out in the middle of the hall. Now that he thought about it, he had walked in on the two of them making rather inventive use of one of their couches a few years back at a party much like this one. That was more of his brother than he had ever wanted to see.

Hades tugged at his cuff links and cleared his throat.

Zeus looked up with an empty smile as he finally met eyes with his brother. “Ooooh! Hello, Hades. I didn’t see you there.”

Sure you didn’t.

Then the King of the Gods and idiot extraordinaire glanced around. “Hey, where’s your date?”

Hera groaned, “Zeus, I wish you knew when to shut up.”

This was going to be a long night.

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“Hey, Artemis! What do you think?”

Persephone stuck her hands out to the sides and tilted her hips, hoping that if she struck a pose like she had seen on the cover of one of her cousin’s magazines she might look a little more...mature? Stylish? Less like a bumpkin straight from the country that had only spent a total of forty-eight hours on Mount Olympus?

Something like that.

Artemis looked her up and down with her dark eyes, then frowned. “Persephone...you can’t wear that. You look like a relic.”

Darn it. She had been afraid of that. The fashions on Mount Olympus were so different from those in the Mortal Realm. Like, way different. Her gauzy, loose tunics and chitons and shifts weren’t going to cut it up here, especially not at one of Zeus’ swanky parties. At least Artemis wasn’t the type to soften her opinion and hem and haw, dancing around the problem without actually saying there was a problem. Persephone rather liked that about her.

But that still meant there was a problem. A big one. Persephone’s pose wilted, hands coming up to her cheeks as if she could hide her embarrassment behind them. “But this is the only dress I have right now…”

“I’ve got something you can borrow!” Artemis smiled, still a little pitying, but Persephone had already accepted that she would be encountering a lot of that in the next few weeks. It was inevitable, really.

Either way, her cousin’s words brought a flood of relief. Persephone bounced on the balls of her feet and clapped her hands together. “Thanks! You’re a real lifesaver!”

Artemis may have been one of the three sacred virgins, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to turn a head. The Moon Goddess’ dress sparkled with sequins like stars in the sky and paired perfectly with her indigo skin, which was very visible with those high slits up the side of her thighs. Oh yes, Persephone would be in good hands on the fashion front.

She smiled. Maybe the night wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Chapter 2

#my fics #Lore Olympus #Lore Olympus Novelized #Persephone #Hades

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whatshername-please · 5 years

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Out of the Water

Synopsis: You were very proud to be a mermaid, thank you very much. You didn’t want to be where the people were. Actually, you’d rather avoid it. Defending the merfolk was the biggest goal in your life… well, it was until you meet a certain pirate… it seems that your family really had a thing for humans, after all. Not that you’d ever admit it…

Pairing: Harry Hook x reader (although he isn’t in this chapter, sorry)

Warnings: none? Possibly grammar mistakes?

Part 1 of ?

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I’ll probably mess up some tenses, grammar and stuff. Go easy on me, please. Feedback is always appreciated.

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“We can’t let the merfolk from the Isle out. They are criminals”

“Their children are not. Futhermore, even the former villains should be punished accordingly to the Atlantica laws.”

“Atlantica is part of Auradon and by our law, that all the kings and queens agreed upon, the villains shall stay in the Isle of the Lost”

“That place is barbaric. The idea alone is vicious. They live with our leftovers, without medical care or fresh food. C'mon, that’s absurd.”

“Most of the kingdoms agreed on that”

“So maybe they should be on isle too. Ben, the people there can’t even see the sun.”

“I know.”

“So do something about it. You’re the King. You should do more than wear a crown!”

You’ve lost count of how many times you had this same argument with Ben. You were the daughter of Attina and, therefore, King Triton’s granddaughter and heiress. One day you’d rule over the ocean but you were the diplomat of Atlantic for the time being. You were the one responsible to deal with the diplomacy with the water kingdom and Auradon. Whoever thought this was a good idea was out of their mind.

You’ve heard many times you had swapped places with some child of the Isle. Not that you were mean or evil, you were simply honest. People said you had your grandpa’s temperament, others that you were moody, and some just called you a bitch. You paid them no mind. Unlikely your aunt Ariel you’ve never given up your voice so you tried to make the best of it. You stood up for what you believed and wasn’t afraid to say so.

And there you were, on land, trying to convince again Ben to get Uma and the other merpeople out of the Isle. If you were to be Queen of the Seas one day, you wanted to be wise and righteous. And locking up children who had done nothing wrong but being born on the wrong side of a barrier, wasn’t fair at all.

Your cause seemed lost until Mal had had a major break down and gone back to the isle, Ben was kidnaped and spelled by Uma and now Uma was on the loose somewhere in the ocean and Mal and Ben had asked your help to find her. Of course you said yes and thank goodness they said nothing about turning her in.

Humans, what fools.

You swan fast, passing by shoals of fish and corals, if you weren’t in a hurry you’d have stopped to say hello; there was a really funny ray who lived nearby, but you had more important things to do right now. Flapping your tail you went downwards to the most dark and mysterious parts of the ocean. Also, you were being followed; rumours that Uma was hidding somewhere in the depths were spread and you and a few Atlantica guards went to check over. Well, they were, you were just trying to look like you were doing it. In reality all you wanted to do was go back to the palace and sleep.

After a few hours you called the guards off. Obsviously Uma wasn’t there and you had just wasted your time again. The guards offered to escort you to the palace, to which you politely declined. Swimming your way back to Atlantica you were greeted by your grandfather, who seemed more than worried.

“No news of Uma’s whereabouts?”. He asked, his stern voice echoing through the waves.

“No grandpa. I think she might be far away by now. Maybe at Agrabah coast. No one goes there…”. You tried to sound as serious as possible. Your grandfather understood you like no one else did, but If knew what you were doing… Well, you could only imagine the consequences of it.

He looked at you, perceiving something in your face. He signed, a deep frown crossed his forehead.

“I trust your judgment, my dear. But be carefull”. He had a little furrow between his eyebrows as he said that.

Hugging your grandfather, you reassured him “I’m always”.

He let you go, watching you swim away from him. If you had turned around, you’d have seemed a hint of sadness in his eyes. He loved you so much and he knew you could take care of yourself. Still, he couldn’t help but worry about you.

You went straight to your bedroom, it was a beutiful room in one of the highest towers of the palace. It was decoreted with shells of your favorite color, corals and all kind of things you’d found at the bottom of the sea. You approached your bed carefully, scaring the girl who was on it.

“Damn it! You want to kill me? What took you so long, anyway? I’m starving”

“Sorry” you said with a laugh and a grin on your face “I was looking for you, actually. We had a search party and everything.��

You sat on your bed next to Uma, you saw how her hair danced around her head as she sat up, eyes fixed on you.

“That’s a dangerous game we are playing. If I get caught…”

“You won’t” you promised her “Uma, this is the perfect plan. No one suspects you are here and it’s been months already! They are too busy following made up rumours. Every day a new fish caught sight of you in a different part of the sea when you are actually here at the heart of Atlantica”

You took her hand and squeezed lightly. You and Uma had became good friends over time. You recalled the first day you met her, she was scared and alone and prepared to strangle you with her tentacles. Well, she did tried.

You found her by chance, she was swimming around the isle, trying to find a hole in the barrier; a way to get in or to let everybody out, whatever happened first. Remembering it now you were super careless, you let yourself be distracted by the beautiful cecaelia in front of you. You’ve never seen one of theirs before. A selkie? Yes. An ondine? Of course. Nereids, rusalkas, loreleys… you’ve met them all. But a cecaelia? Never. You were in a trance watching her body move with the waves and before you noticed she was striking at you, ready to attack.

Luckily, you knew how to fight pretty well. Also, you had a trump card hidden in your hair: a comb. Well, it looked like a comb, but with a little bit of magic it could be turned into a trident. It wasn’t a all powerfull trident like yours grandfather’s, but it was enough for you to defend yourself when necessary. When Uma thought you would strike the final blow you set the trident aside, offering your hand instead.

She took it and you both instantly clicked and became friends… well, at least it was how the scene played in your head. Truthly, it took weeks to convince Uma you weren’t going to turn her in, even more time for you to actually bond. You’d bring her food, help her to hide and more importantly, you always made sure that no one would find her.

You looked at the girl by your side, her teal hair floating gently in the water. You wish you could introduce her to your family. Uma was strong, willfull, determined, a natural leader. The only con was her parentage, she was the daughter of your family’s former enemy, Ursula. However, you knew she had nothing to do with her mother’s doings, how could she? Uma wasn’t even born when her mother was terrorizing the ocean. All that you cared about was that Uma was part of your people; therefore, you’d be there for her and any merfolk who might needed your help.

“Stop staring at me, creep” her voice brought you back to reality. It was only then you realized you were still holding her hand. Not that Uma minded, she’d die before admiting it, but she liked the contact. Still, you pulled your hand away. “Do you have any news from the Isle?”. She asked.

“Hm… New four VKs will be chosen like in 5 days. Well, they had already been chosen. They’ll just be announced in some celebration”

“Do you know who?” Uma tried to sound indifferent but you knew better.

“I think it was Dizzy Tremaine, Celia Facilier and some twins whose name I don’t really remember.” you aswered, aware of what she really wanted to know. “I haven’t heard about Harry or your crew. Which is good, because have they done something, word would have already been out”,

She shook her head, a thousand thoughts crossing her mind. With one quick move she swam away, leaning against the colorful coral structure you used as a vanity. From your spot on the bed you could see her twisting the tip of her tentacles, she only did that when she was worried about something.

“Four Villain Kids?” She spoke after a while “That’s not enough. While they live their perfect little lives the people on the isle are suffering”.

“Uma…” you knew she was right. More than that, you agreed with her, but someone had to be reasonable and everytime the Isle came up, Uma became anxious. “Things are changing. We can’t act recklessly, don’t forget you’re on the run”.

‘It’s easy for you to say. You don’t know how it’s in there" You could see the hurt in her eyes as she said that. It was clear Uma cared deeply about the villain kids but the simple thought of returning to that place scared her.

“Uma, we will work things out.” you offered her a warm smile, but deep inside you were desperate. It wasn’t like you had any idea how to convince Ben to let all the V.K’s out of the Isle, you were trying that for years without success. Also, he wouldn’t need a curse to go all beast on you once he find out that you’ve been helping Uma. Still, you had to reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

“Let’s go grab some food” you said, getting up from your bed.

The magic shell glowed as Uma’s appereance changed slowly. It never cease to amaze you to watch her changing into a completely different person. Her cecaelia form became the one of a litlle mermaid; her aqua tentacles were replaced by a reddish tail, her hair became a light shade of brown. Even her face was changed by the spell.

That was how she had been living in Atlantida for the past months, she would easily change her appereance and no one seemed to noticed that your new friend was, in fact, the sea witch’s daughter.

Due to magic being discouraged in Auradon, all of the most powerful magic objects were donated to the museum. You always thought this was stupid. However, since Uma started hiding in King Triton’s domains, you were glad he didn’t have his trident anymore; otherwise, he would have seen right through Uma’s charm spell. Fortunately, this wasn’t the case and her necklace was the strongest relic in Atlantica, ensuring that both of you were able to hang around in the kingdom without worries.

“Are you going to Auradon next week?” she asked while you swam towards the kitchens.

You grumbled in annoyance.

“Yes. Ben is going to propose to Mal and…”

“He will what?!” she interrupted you, surprised “Mal really gets everything, doesn’t she?”

You felt the indignation in her voice, but it didn’t stop you to tease her.

“You sound jealous” you sang, winking at her “I can’t decide if you are jealous of Ben or Mal, though”

You could swear you saw Uma blushing.

“This is not what I meant! You’re so annoying” she swam past you, hitting you with her tail as she did so.

“I was only messing with you. Come back here” you laughed, heading towards her. Truth to be told, Uma had become a huge part of your life and you’d do anything to help her.

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The new V.Ks had arrived in Auradon, Ben and Mal were engaged, Hades tried to escape, some weirdo stole the crown of the Queen and Maleficent’s sceptre… Like every other ordinary day on land. That’s why you hated changing into your human form. Humans were noisy and dramatic and petty. The truth was; you didn’t like being on surface. You were a mermaid for crying out loud, why would you want to change your beautiful and elegant fins to clumsy, hairy legs? You didn’t say it, but in your opinion your aunt Ariel was crazy. Who in their right state of mind would want to be human?

But you still had to go to Auradon once in a while, be diplomatic and all that. You had reported on the search parties for Uma, sent the best wishes to Ben and Mal for their engagement, made small talk to people, argued with your cousin Arabella. Normal stuff. You didn’t intend to stay more than necessary. First because having legs was way too unconfortable and second, you had agreed to meet Uma near the barrier.

She often went there, either to finda way to let everybody out or trying to get a glimpse of her friends. She missed them very much. You’ve heard the name of Harry Hook more times than you could count and from everything she had told you, you were certain he worked both sides of psycho street. Not that you were one to judge people without knowing them, but still…

You were halfway there when a turtle told you that a eel told him that a crab told her that a dolphin heard from a seagull that Auradon was being attacked by an evil witch who put everyone to sleep.

You never understood why sleeping was considered a curse…

Anyways…

If those rumours were true your cousins who went to Auradon prep, like Arabella, Elle and Melody, were included in this wicked spell. Gosh, you could desagree with them about lots of things, but you’d die for your family. Without hesitation you turned around, swimming ashore as fast as you were able to.

If only you knew this decision would change your life, but that’s not how fate works, isn’t it?

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a song of the sea

Kimetsu no Yaiba | @giyushinoweek Day 3 | AU or Touch Summary: Giyu knows what it means when they haul in a mermaid with their fishing net, even if the rest of the crew doesn’t. Notes: This one is...the most incomplete of all my fics for the week, I’d say, and likely the least shippy? I had WAY too much I’d wanted to write for this and there was just no way I was going to be able to write it in time (or ever, maybe LMAO), so instead i’m gonna link another post with a summary/list of the whole mess that i’d come up with and post this one early.

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When the sailors haul up the net and take a good look at what they’ve caught, Giyu’s blood turns to ice when they all realize just what it is in the net.

While the others are exclaiming and already thinking about how much they can fetch for such a novelty, Giyu knows what this means, and he knows what they have to do quickly before they face consequences.

The creature—mermaid, siren, nereid, whatever name is most convenient—in the net is still and silent and utterly terrified. She is young, her tail lavender and pale pink, inky hair swept to the side and affixed with a pink and green piece made of coral. Her hands are in fists, pressed to her chest in fear, and her mauve eyes dart from face to face. Her mouth opens and closes but no sound escapes, and Giyu wonders if she can speak at all.

In the span of mere minutes, the rest of the sailors have devolved into arguing—some want to keep her, some want to sell her live, some want to kill her and sell her in parts. Not one of them suggest returning her to sea, and the more time passes, the more Giyu’s gut churns.

“You have to let her go,” he says, his voice lost in the din. He tries again, his voice pitched high with his own fear. “You have to let her go!”

The mermaid gazes at him, her eyes serious. Not surprised, or hopeful, or relieved—just serious.

“Are you crazy, lad? You haven’t been alive long enough to know what this thing could fetch us. We wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry for the rest of our lives!” one of the men says, and Giyu shakes his head.

“You don’t understand,” he says, but it’s the wrong thing to say.

“What I do understand is that this lad thinks he knows better than the rest of us,” the man sneers. “Fallen in love with the pretty thing, have you? Want to keep her all to yourself? Well get in line, buddy, but you’ll be waiting a long time.”

“You don’t understand!” He yells, and draws the knife from his belt.

He rushes towards the mermaid, and she is still calm, even in the face of the flashing blade. But one of the other crewmembers grabs him, throwing him against the side of the ship, and Giyu’s only thought is to hold onto the knife or he’ll lose his chance of setting the creature free.

He has to set her free.

But he’s already taken too much time, the rest of the crew hindering him in any way they can, and though he is not the smallest amongst them, the others are still bigger. He can feel the hairs on his neck rising with each minute that passes; the wind picks up, the sky darkens, and a soft, eerie sound begins to fill the air.

The rest of the crew looks around, bewildered, but Giyu knows what this means, what this begets.

“What the hell is happening? Is she doing this?” a crewmember demands, and though the sailors might be dumb in the face of myth, they aren’t when it comes to the weather.

“Then kill her now, before she brings anything worse!” another snarls, flashing his own blade, “She’ll still fetch a pretty penny dead!”

No, no, no no, Giyu thinks, if they kill her, there’s no forgiveness, not at all.

The men are good sailors, but they are not sea-touched like him. Such a thing is why they’ve brought him on board, younger by several years he may be. As such, it’s why they don’t know—you cannot take what the sea does not freely give.

You cannot take the children of the sea, not if they are unwilling.

Giyu runs. He tackles the crewmember nearest to the net, then scrambles to cut the rope. It’s harder than it looks—his knife is not the sharpest, and the net is tough, for obvious reasons. Someone elbows him in the side and he grunts in pain, but he doesn’t let up. He doesn’t have to cut the whole net, the girl just needs a hole big enough to crawl out.

Around them, the winds pick up and rain begins to fall from the sky. Giyu saws harder, snapping the tendrils where he can, and the girl begins to move, nudging herself out of the net. Giyu shoves the men aside as she tries her best to shimmy over the side; one of the men grabs her, blade in hand, going for her neck. Giyu throws himself at him just in time and the blade slices her arm instead; the mermaid jerks, clamping a hand over the wound. She’s at the edge of the ship, but won’t be able to pull herself over the side with her arm like that.

There’s no time for her to be elegant about it—Giyu scrambles back up and hauls the mermaid’s tail up and throws her over the edge of the ship.

The moment the mermaid hits the water, another figure breaks the surface. Her eyes are violet and furious, hair bound by a purple and green accessory very much like the younger mermaid’s. She gathers the other mermaid close to her and growls, not the way dogs or cats do, but the way water churns, the way thunder makes itself known.

The young mermaid’s blood is seeping into the water. The other mermaid opens her mouth, sharp teeth glinting, and Giyu knows, in that moment, that they are all dead men.

The song that comes out is a hair-raising screech of a melody; the sky grows even darker, the rain becomes a torrent, thunder and lightning streak against the sky. The ship tilts, a mere toy in the vast waves, and Giyu isn’t even surprised when he’s swept overboard.

But the song that he hears underwater is gentle, and he thinks perhaps, with how much he loves the sea, this isn’t the worst way to go.

He survives.

Giyu wakes on the shore, battered and waterlogged, but alive. He finds out later that some of the crew survived as well, though the ship was predictably ruined, torn to pieces in that freak of a storm.

It wasn’t just a freak storm, he knows. He’s alive by the grace of a mermaid, and the other survivors—well, they were lucky. None of them are likely to forget about this, but Giyu drags his body to his little hut by the sea and tries to, anyway. Such a thing won’t keep him from the water, but…well. He’d like to take it easy for a while.

A week later, he takes a small fishing boat out to sea. He still has to eat and make a living, and if he’s not going to get on a ship again for a while, then fishing it is. Giyu doesn’t expect much—truthfully, this trip is just so he feels more comfortable out in the water again. But when he pulls up his net, it’s heavy, teeming with fish, and far more than he catches in general. He blinks, surprised, and peers suspiciously in the water, but sees nothing out of the ordinary.

Still. How strange. But it is a gift from the sea and a gift he will graciously accept. He’ll smoke a good portion and sell the rest in town.

But the thing is—such extravagant catches become regular. Even odder is when he pulls up the heavy net and there is less fish, but the weight is made up by other things. Chunks of coral, or sea glass, or perfect shells. On occasion there are handfuls of oysters, all with pearls inside of them.

Something is helping him, and he doesn’t know what. It’s frightening, really, because it’s too much—and he doesn’t know what the sea will expect in return.

There’s a new girl in town. She is small and petite and very pretty, but according to rumors, she hasn’t said a word to anyone. She only sits on the rocks at the edge of town and waits.

It becomes evident who she’s been waiting for the day Giyu comes into town to sell his surplus of fish, and she rises to walk by his side.

Giyu looks at her, surprised, but she merely smiles and says nothing. She sits by his side as he sells his wares—and he sells out quickly, due to the cluster of people wanting to get a closer glimpse of the mysterious girl. Once he’s sold out and closes up shop, she follows him out of town.

They’re both silent for much of the way, until Giyu finally takes initiative to speak.

“Are you going to tell me who you are?” he says, and she smiles.

“Shinobu,” she says, and her voice—though it is soft and melodic and peaceful, he knows that voice in a much different setting. She smiles wider once she sees recognition flicker through his eyes, but she offers nothing else.

“It’s you,” he says, “You’re the one who’s been helping me.”

She shrugs.

“Why?”

Shinobu looks at him, surprise widening her eyes.

“You saved my sister. Do you not deserve aid, in turn?”

Giyu’s mouth twists.

“I was already grateful that you spared me, in that storm. Not that I do not appreciate the gifts you’ve given. But the ship I was on captured your sister, and she was hurt in my presence. Surely that doesn’t warrant….everything that you’ve given.”

Shinobu stops, and it takes a minute for him to realize she’s stopped walking. Once he does, he turns, and her face is grave.

“I’ve lost one sister already,” she says softly, “You will never know what it means to me that I did not lose another.”

Giyu is silent, at a loss for words.

She flicks her hand towards the sea.

“You will not be without protection in your lifetime or mine,” she says, her eyes hard even in the warmth of the setting sun. “Especially in the water.”

He still cannot find the words, and she smiles again before beginning to walk towards the water.

“Thank you,” he says after a while, because he must say something.

Shinobu half turns, and her smile this time is vicious, her teeth sharp and her violet eyes murkier than before. She looks—less human. That is, she still very much has the appearance of one, just slightly wrong, which is, perhaps, more terrifying.

“You need not thank me. You may even come to regret the protection of one such as I. Nevertheless—if you’ve any enemies, though I can reach far, bring them to the water if you can.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer this time, wandering off down the shoreline. Giyu watches until he cannot see her anymore, curious about where she is going, since she didn’t head straight into the water as he had expected.

You may even come to regret the protection of one such as I.

He’s not exactly sure what she means by that.

He hopes he doesn’t have to find out.

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