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insidetheravensmind · 8 months

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𝐌𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝

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Pairing: Siren Hyunjin X AFAB Reader Genre: smut, pirate/siren AU, slight yandere themes !!WARNINGS!! yandere themes, cream pie, making out, doing it from the back, facefucking/intense blowjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation/slight dumbifcation, DOM HYUNJIN, SUB READER, reader gets super fucked out. I think that's all, but I'm bad at warnings. Also, there is slight control over the mind, but everything is consensual! Word Count: 7,222 Requested: Yes! Author's Note: I used several references while writing this including Pirates of the Caribbean, H2O Just Add Water (literally only the moonpool/grotto area, that's what the scene is based on), and the faces I envision the sirens having is basically the vampire faces in "The Vampire Diaries." I also watched One Piece while writing this. Avatar (James Cameron) also inspired the mermaid/siren sex biology. (When they use their hair to touch and that's sex, yeah I did something like that). Reader is a pirate that basically only uses pirate slang around her crew, besides that she talks normal. I figured the pirate slang would get annoying to y'all, so I kept it own. I hope you like it! I'll be transparent, this fic is the only one I've ever questioned and been tempted to re-write a few times. I'd love to write something like this again, but I do need to practice. Synopsis: You're a pirate captain that's looking for sirens and mermaids, but what happens when you attack the enemies, and a beautiful siren takes you away for himself? Check out my Stray Kids Masterlist Support me by buying me a coffee ☕️

EDIT AFTER POSTING: Y'all be making me blush and shit with your feedback. I'm giggling and kicking my feet <3<3<3

For hundreds of years people have roamed the oceans. From sailors on ships to the deadliest pirates of the seven seas, the treacherous waters have taken many lives, not only to the water itself, but the unknown dangers of what lies beneath its surface.

Stories of many kinds have stumbled their way out of survivors and drunken deadbeats. What they saw at sea or what they heard from someone else, anything was plausible in this kind of world. If it came from someone’s mouth, it was bound to be true in one or another. No one can ever be careful enough, so it was better to take everything as truth. Even the most ridiculous sounding claims shouldn’t have been taken lightly.

You were the captain of a large pirate ship named The Corruption. You weren’t the most feared pirate known to man, but you were certainly amongst them. You were the only pirate willing to tread where others never came back from. You had faced the Kraken, not killing it, for your adventure only called to find where it rested to avoid crossing near the area at all costs. You faced several other sea monsters, whether they were larger than three ships or nearly as small as a minnow. In this place, the unknown were considered monsters until proven friendly. You and your crew were one of the reasons the unknown creatures were given names in the first place.

People often wondered about the name of your ship, The Corruption. As far as anyone knew, you weren’t one looking for a good or quick fuck like anyone else when drunk, stressed, or just plain horny. Anyone who would have ever heard your name knew you were one of the bravest captains in the known lands, but they also knew you weren’t one to hurt.

You were known for finding creatures but never hurting them. You never forced your crew to walk the plank or make a sacrifice. You were feared for confidence and bravery, not unjust corruption like other pirates. The name of the ship didn’t make sense. How could you, a captain so understanding, sail a ship with an unfit name? Everyone wondered. But you knew. Only you. Only you had the actual mindset to understand why it would be given such a name, and it was simple: Those who sail on it are corrupted by the wonders, those who sail on it live to tell the tales, and thus are corrupted by the truthfulness filled in the sea. They were not killed, they survived intentionally, as long as the captain had any say in it.

Though there was no reason to fear you, people were still terrified because you were willing to explore what others wouldn’t dare go near. You didn’t take shit from anyone. Your very presence, the kind that was filled with confidence, your willingness to look anyone in the eye, and you could get anyone to tell the truth. You could read a lie from nautical miles away.

This next voyage of yours was not the most dangerous, but somehow it scared the crew and anyone new willing to sign up. You were on the search for something that was only legend. Nothing proven, no one alive to tell the tale, and it was strictly based on sightings, no real interactions. For years there had been narratives of half fish, half humans swimming by ships quickly, like they were doing their best to not be seen. Oftentimes the quick glimpses made were described as beautiful women, long hair flowing down their backs and breasts out with no cover. The Englishmen called them “mermaids.”

You wanted to see them for yourself. It was what you did: searched for the tales, or in this case tails, to prove they were real, and if they’re dangerous and how to avoid them. But you questioned why they were so afraid of beautiful maidens that swam along beside them.

Annoyed by everyone’s lack of commitment, you rounded up your crew and anyone else interested in the voyage.

“What the hell is wrong with this lily-livered crew? You wanna sail, especially on my ship, you’re gonna get the hell on and go. What happened to me swashbucklers?! You have faced the kraken and you’re all scared to go hunt for half fish half humans? Now, all hands hoay!”

Your crew didn’t move, barely budged actually, they just blinked at you. Until one man stepped forward and spoke up.

“Captain, we don’t mean to seem like landlubbers, but rumor has it these mermaids ain’t that friendly. Says they sing with perfect pitch and harmony to lure anyone to their deaths, then snack on them like we’re a hearty meal. We ain’t wanna die to the hands of lust, ya hear?”

In disbelief by such words and rumors you had to understand it was important to be cautious. This wasn’t the type of journey you could just set sail for, it seemed there were more obstacles. You had to come up with more of a plan than a simple aboard ship and sail off.

“If these ‘maids are so dangerous then why is it they swim by our ships without going in for a snack, aye?”

Another mate spoke up to answer your question.

“Captain, it’s been said that they could be related but they ain’t the same creature, savvy? Rumors been calling the ones who sing ‘Sirens’ instead of mermaids. They look the same, but they await on shores singing to lure them whereas mermaids are friendly, helpful fellows.”

“Ya sound like you’re three sheets to the wind. Where’d you hear this scuttlebutt?”

“Came from an old seadog, Captain Rattles, Captain.”

You thought for a moment. Captain Rattles was one hell of a source, to be honest. He sailed the seas for decades, every warning he ever came about ended up to be true. Never once had he lied to crews and captains. He was a pirate to behold, really.

“Fine. I’m gonna have a meeting with Rattles to figure out a plan. Then all of you are boarding my ship, or else you’re gonna find yourselves lovers with the hempen halter. Savvy?”

“Aye aye, Captain!”

And the mates scurried off while you made your way to the old tavern where Rattles always seemed to be. It was time to figure out what you were gonna do with the ole hearties. It was annoying to you though. They were willing to die by a giant octopus and not a pretty girl. Typical pirates looking down on women.

Later that night you found yourself seated next to Rattles with a notebook to take notes on anything he had to say.

“I remember encountering them for the first time. We heard a beloved voice and heard it coming from a distance. We saw a mermaid. She turned on her back and swam while her mouth opened. The song came from her. We were all entranced. We followed through a fog until her song became a screech. Her face contorted, and her teeth became sharp fangs. The fog dissipated. Then there was a colony of them. They looked so peaceful in the water, until they all did the same thing. They began to attack. It didn’t help that the ship was smaller. I barely escaped. Only me and two others got out. Everyone else was ripped apart in front of us or dragged into the water where the carnage was hidden. We aren’t sure if there were survivors. We aren’t sure if sirens and mermaids are different or if one makes the other. There are so many things we don’t know, but no one should trust a half fish, half human. It’s not safe. We need someone to figure it out. We need you to figure it out.”

“I know. I want to. My crew is scared.”

“Come on, Captain. Let’s figure this out.”

“Aye aye, Captain.”

That night over drinks the both of you came up with a plan. You and the crew needed to wear cloth in your ears to prevent the sound of songs from working. You needed to stack on weapons, ready to attack back. You all needed to pretend that the song was working. The plan was to sail east off the island. That’s where they accidentally found the cove they named “Libido’s Lounge.” It was noted that there weren’t just women, there were men as well. Even those who didn’t fancy men still fell under the spell, and vice versa.

A few weeks passed by while you gathered the supplies you all needed for the voyage. It was dangerous, and those who began to board knew that. Even you, the bravest of adventurers, were slightly trembling as you boarded last. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, but you had a gut feeling this was not going to end well. You wanted to cancel it because you’ve never had a gut feeling like this before, but it was too late. You had to go through with it.

“Anchors aweigh! Better get your sea legs in quick because we’re in for a ride!”

“Aye aye, Captain!”

The escapade took a few weeks. The bad feeling in your stomach grew worse. Some days you could barely walk, the anxiety crumbling you. Your head had shooting pains that grew worse the closer The Corruption got to Libido’s Lounge. The crew noticed, but they refused to say anything. It's never good to doubt the captain, especially when they’re in this position of danger with no one else to lead them out.

Dark grew over the horizon as the sun hid itself. The ship continued to sail onwards until a crew member looked over the deck and saw a beautiful face emerge from the water. She smiled at him, and he smiled at her fondly. The way her face was beautifully carved made him feel butterflies, and it wasn’t just the fact that he’d been living off of rum for a while. A crew member next to him noticed his gaze followed towards the girl. He quickly ran towards you to alert you that you’d reached the cove.

“Alert the crew to get the cloth in their ears, now. Get Barbins over there out of that trance or he’s gonna be feeding the fishes.”

“Aye aye, Captain.”

Without a second to lose he began to round up the crew one by one to let them know the plan needed to go into full effect now. They plugged their ears with cloth.

“Hey, Barbins.” The man whispered.

Irritated, he turned to face him.

“What is it?”

“Cloth, now. Captain said so. Or you’re gonna be dinner for them.”

“Gyah, whatever!”

He stuffed his ears quickly before facing the pretty girl again. She smiled, and he smiled back. You noticed this. She began to swim away, and you quickly alerted the crew to follow her. You grabbed a hold of the wheel and spun it to change direction. Through the mist you blindly followed the girl.

“Oi! Be ready for anything. The second her face turns ugly, start attacking!”

The mist cleared and water grew shallower. There was a clearing filled with the most beautiful faces ever seen. You glared at them as they opened their mouths and began to sing. Through the cloth, all of you could hear the song, but you were hoping it stopped the hypnotic way it enchanted the ears. They all stared at the ship while they harmonized their song. But you couldn’t see any men. Your father had told you there would be men, but there were none here. They were all beautiful girls, you could admit to that. You saw the attraction, and you understood the danger of their beauty.

You looked to see Barbins jumping off the ship. You were stunned. What was he doing?

“Man overboard! Start the attack, now!”

WIth a yell the men began to shoot at the water, and the creatures became angry. Soon they lunged at the ship, managing to grab hold of the crew and dragging them down to the depths. There were way more of them than you had crew, and you knew there’d be more to come.

Honestly, you lost your depth. Your stomach grew more knots as you watched the bloodshed. There was going to be no survivors by the look of it. Your head felt full and heavy. Your vision became blurry. Your legs felt weak. The epitome of this dreadful feeling somehow worsened when you got to the clearing, and it hurts even more now, like the source of it is getting closer.

You began to back away from the wheel when you felt yourself hit the back of someone’s chest. You wanted to turn around, but you couldn’t move. Two arms arose to your ears on both sides of your head and pulled the cloth out of them. Then one arm wrapped around your throat and put you in a chokehold while lips quietly sung in your ear.

“Dead men tell no tales.

Ugly men raid our seas

So we tear their sails

And hear their begging pleas.”

A mate saw you in danger, so he began to run towards you. The figure who grasped you hissed at him while his eyes shriveled, veins protruded, and fangs threatened. The mate didn’t back down, so the stranger put you down and lunged at him. He quickly sank his fangs into his shoulder and tore a bite right through him. The mate cried before he was pushed overboard.

You tried to flee in the distraction, but you weren’t fast enough. Furious at your attempt to escape he continued to sing as he stalked towards you.

“Dead men tell no tales,

But you my sweet

Are beautiful as my scales

You’ll stick around as my treat.”

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you toward the ship’s main deck. You were confused by the man’s ability to walk if he seemed to be the same creature as the ones in the water. Your head hurt too much to fully wrap the idea in your brain. Another mate tried to go for the enemy, but he was knocked to the ground.

“W-what is g-g-going on?” You tried to speak, but you only stuttered the words.

“My name is Hyunjin, and you attacked my kind. That does not go without punishment.”

He pushed you overboard into the water before diving in right behind you. You swam to the surface as best as you could until you were pulled underwater by Hyunjin. His legs were gone, and they were replaced with an abstract tail. It was a warm brown color with hints of crimson red and golden yellow. Though he was a being that belonged to the sea, his tale resembled fire with its colors and extension fins like that of a betta fish. The colors felt inviting.

He placed a kiss on your lips which then gave you the ability to breathe without worry. You tried to fight against him, but once he began to sing with his beautiful voice you were lost again. You stared blankly at him as he took your hand and swam away with you, leaving the war to finish itself without guidance.

Hyunjin swam towards a vacant grotto where he laid your body on a rocky surface. The grotto was his secret hideaway. The only life around it were the fishes and the plants that danced in the water. Hyunjin kept his tail in the water while he laid his arms on the rock staring at your unconscious body. He couldn’t help himself. There was something about you that captivated his attention. Your breathing was calm, you felt lost. You couldn’t think proper thoughts, and you were lost in a void where there was everything and nothing at the same time.

He wasn’t sure what it was. There was something about the way you lead your ship through the mist, thinking you were being strategic, but he stalked behind the ship the entire time. He grabbed onto the side of the ship, beginning to climb his way onto it and watching the scenes unfold. He noticed you were teetering while you ordered your crew around. He could tell you weren’t entirely there. There was a feeling in his stomach that made him want to help. He felt compelled to aid you. He wasn’t sure if it was your bravery for willingly going where every man fears or if it was because you were the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Even though he was and lived amongst a species that matched the beauty of gods on earth, no one looked as beautiful as you.

He was supposed to be the one who lured people into his trap. That was what being a siren was about. He wouldn’t sing so beautifully if it wasn’t for that. Even before he was trapped in this cursed body, women would swoon over his artwork. Every woman would look at him lustfully, some of them were quite attractive, but no one was ever able to catch his eye. So, why are you, some pirate trying to kill off his kind, making him feel ways he has never felt before? That wasn’t fair. That defeated the point of all of this!

He found himself caressing your head softly, staring at the way the water soaked clothes clung to your body accentuating every nook and cranny of it. His body tingled in ways it hadn’t in awhile. Excitement filled his face while he watched you breathe steadily. There was something about the way you were under his spell, under his control, that turned his brain to goo. His mouth began to water, his face felt hot, and his head started to ache at the uncontrollable feeling of wanting to touch you and make you scream his name, but instead of begging for mercy to live you’re begging to have him touch you more and more. The thought alone made him groan.

You began to wake up from your hypnotic state, stirring slightly, eyes blurry, blinking back to reality only to be met with the high ceilings of a cave and an uncomfortable pain in your back from lying on dirt. Human nature made you want to bolt upright and run, but your pirate nature wanted you to remain calm, find a plan, and escape danger without causing a disaster. You laid there, eyes open, trying to avoid the small sounds of splashing water and the glaring gaze of your captor’s eyes digging into the side of your head attempting to read your thoughts.

“I know you’re awake, Captain.” He taunts you with your title. “For the Captain of a ship, you’re certainly pretty inferior and weak right now.”

You grunt at his comment, starting to haul yourself up to find a way out of this mess. As you stand, you’re immediately stopped when a blissful tone reaches your ears, and once again, you don’t have control over your own body. You can feel it. You can feel yourself wanting to resist but being unable. Hyunjin speaks.

“Ah ah ah, darling. Lay back down. We are not finished here. I told you that you’d be punished.”

His words made chills sprint across your spine. Your cold, goosebumped covered body felt warm from nothing, and you felt yourself melt back to the ground. You turned your head towards his, and he lifted himself out of the water and hovered over you when his tail became two long, clothed legs. He looked at you too, and you daringly stared into his eyes. Within them you saw lust and desire, nothing more and nothing less. Well, there was something more, but you couldn’t decipher it.

Hyunjin bent down and crouched next to you, cupping your cheek and gently caressing his thumb over reddening skin. He stared into your eyes, reading them, finding your scrambled thoughts.

“You need to be good and listen to me. I can’t keep making you listen to me by using my voice, but if you make me, then I will. Am I understood, Captain? Nod your head if you understand, pretty girl.”

You nodded your head. You did understand, but the nodding of your head was not on your own free will. His touch made you burn more. There was something about his over looming presence that made you feel small. One thing you always hated was the belittling you dealt with when it came to being a woman in a pirate’s life. Always trying to act above you when you know damn well it’s for their own ego. However, Hyunjin was alluring to you, equally as much as you were to him. There was something about his confidence and dominance that made you horny instead of angry. Maybe it was because it wasn’t his ego talking, it was just who he was. He knew he was in control here, and that’s why he didn’t feel nervous around you. The other men who made comments towards you always ended up being the weakest. Not Hyunjin though, nothing about him seemed submissive.

The horrible feeling in your stomach never subsided. It grew even more in the position you laid in, and you started to wonder if the wetness in your panties is more than the wetted undergarments from being dragged through the sea like a monster’s prey. Maybe the horrible feeling in your stomach was just your gut feeling telling you to get dicked, and there was something about the nearing presence that made the feeling grow.

Sirens, you think to yourself, are lust filled devils that overwhelm one’s desires when they approach them. Their songs do not force falsified love into someone, but overpowers their primal desires more than they can bear, weakening them, and taking them as food. But why do they want to hurt us, and the sighted mermaids want to help us?

Hyunjin sang another tune, but it made the hypnotic effect wear off, almost like an anecdote. You didn’t move, too afraid for your body to not be your own anymore.

“Tell me, Captain, do you want me?” He asked boldly.

You looked him deep in his eyes. You wanted to deny it, you really did, but just as they claimed, he was as beautiful as they came, more than likely the most perfect one, even beating the gods’ beauty. You wanted him in many ways, and he wanted you all the same. Like the bold pirate you were, you spoke up.

“Yes, I do. Do you want me?”

“Yes, surprisingly I do.” He wasn’t lying. You knew it, you could read lies, and even if it was in his powers to be able to lie without getting caught, this seemed too desiring to him. His breathing was barely steady at the start. He was struggling to hold back.

He moved to plant himself between your legs and then moved his hand to your neck and applied pressure to the sides of it carefully, taking away some air, but not a lot. You gasped, trying to take back all the air he cut off but failed.

“It actually pisses me off how much I want you. Do you know what I’m supposed to do with invasive pests like you?” He leans in closer.

“I’m supposed to rip you apart, limb from limb, and drag you down in the deep to eat you…”

He comes closer, grip tightening, his mouth right to yours, hovering above it just barely.

“But something in me, something about you, makes me want to rip you apart for my own sake, and I want to hear you cry my name while I do.”

He releases your neck and puts his lips to yours. As he makes contact, you kiss back. He isn’t sweet with it, you aren’t either. His kiss is rough, teeth hooking onto your bottom lip and tongue prodding its way into your mouth while he uses one hand to hold himself up and the other to roughly massage your breast while he rolls his hips between your legs to give your clit the smallest bit of tension. He rolls over with a rhythm, enough to make you let out small, pleading whimpers. He smiled, hearing you fall apart on nothing when he’s just begun.

He moves, and he begins to peel off the damp clothes from your body. You want to shiver, you want to be cold when your entire naked body is exposed to the elements, but it only burns. You can barely think, and it’s no longer the lack of air’s fault or Hyunjin’s songs. It’s just how horny you are for this angelically handsome devil. He takes off the rags that hide him as well. The sight of his slightly toned chest and thin stomach fills you with more desire than before. Then he removes his pants, and that makes your pussy throb the most.

He leans back down to you, except he faces your core, and leans in for a meal. The spit from his tongue meeting your untouched folds makes you shudder, and you grab his hair and pull him closer on instinct. His tongue licks in and out of your vagina and messily makes his way to your clit where he sucks on it and nips on it slightly. Your sensitivity is so intense that you feel yourself leak a bit more over his face. He continues his assault on your clit while his hand makes his way to tease around your hole before entering one finger, and a few thrusts later adding a second.

“Hyunjin, fuck-” You moan while he continues his actions. He takes his mouth off of your clit for a moment to say, “Good girl.” You gush at the nickname and turn your head to the side to hide from how excitedly the praise made you feel.

The knot in your stomach was ready to be untied. Your quiet whimpers and moans got louder and increased, which signaled him to pick up the pace a little faster.

“Whenever you’re ready. Just sail with the wind, Captain.”

As soon as he said that, you released onto him and rode out your high as he calmed his movements before pulling away. Your eyes felt heavy, your body felt relaxed, but you didn’t want to stop there. Hyunjin didn’t either. You fell limply onto your back when Hyunjin moved himself from you.

“Hey, there, pirate, we aren’t done with this voyage of ours yet.”

Looking down at you, he bent down and picked you up by your hips, moving you to sit in front of a rock on your knees. The rock was at your eye level. Hyunjin sat on top of the rock. He slightly flinched at the coolness of the rock against his ass, but he warmed up to it quickly. He spread his legs, leaving his dick out, and the perfect space for you to crawl in and suck him off. You stared at his long, hard dick while it waited for attention.

“Hey, princess,” Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Get to it.”

You crawled to him on your knees, head bowing down in embarrassment, but Hyunjin grabbed the roots of your head and pulled you close to his dick. “Open.” And you did. You opened your mouth wide and took him in while he kept his hold on your roots for physical control. You bobbed your head up and down, moving your hand up to grab what you couldn’t reach, but Hyunjin stopped you.

“You’re a Captain, aren’t you? Using your mouth to bark orders all day? Not to mention how much you unhinged your jaw to take me. If your pretty mouth can do those things, then you can suck my whole cock without taking a shortcut with your hands.” He pushed your head all the way on his cock, making you gag, but he ignored it. He kept this up, barely letting you breathe. All he did was assault your throat with each thrust making him groan at your warm, wet walls that felt like heaven’s touch. You could feel your throat become sore, but you honestly didn’t want to stop him. There was something about the way he sounded and his control over you that made you want to please him forever.

Not long later, his groaning increased and became louder. He was going to cum soon, and you could tell when he pushed your head into cock faster.

“Fuck!” He moaned when he felt cum spurt from his tip. He calmed his pushing, but he made you keep your mouth around his cock until he was fully finished, then he withdrew himself and forced you to swallow all of it.

Drool was falling down your chin, your jaw and throat hurt, your scalp was slightly burning, but your eyes were glazed over, wanting even more of him. You felt like you were floating, the pain in your body making your pussy wetter. Even though you felt like Hyunjin was controlling your body with the way he used you like a toy, a new melody filled in your ears making the ache in your body reside. Each tune he sang seemed to do a different thing, but each of them were helpful in the situation you found yourself in. This tune didn’t put you in his control, but it rather settled you to be comfortable for what he was going to do next.

Hyunjin stood up and looked down at you while you remained on your knees. He brought his hand underneath your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

“Tell me your name.” He spoke. His tone was stern. It wasn’t like the way he spoke before, this was a hard command. You weren’t sure why he was so stern about your name and not the intense oral sex you performed on him moments ago.

“It’s Syrena.” You lie.

Hyunjin grips your chin tighter and glares daggers at you.

“You’re lying. Tell me your name.”

“Ariel.”

Hyunjin pushed your head to the side harshly before bending down and grabbing you by the base of your neck and forcing you to look at him again. This time he’s much closer. He’s more intimidating this way, and you feel your stomach jump.

“Lie to me again, and see what happens. Tell me your name or I will leave you here to die.”

“My name is Y/N. Captain Y/N.”

“Now was that so hard, Y/N?” You glared at him, tempted to rip out of his grasp and kill him on the spot, but you didn't. You stayed put because your sinful temptations were getting the best of you.

“Captain, Y/N.” You corrected him. Even though he’s been calling you pet names since you got there, now you were starting to grow tired of his taunting and teasing. You let him have his fun, but now you wanted your respect back. However, you were basically willing to do anything for him to fuck you at this point, but you didn’t want to admit that.

“No, no, no,” He paused, lifting you by your hips again and sitting himself back on the rock. “You are no captain to me.” He sat you slightly on his lap, grabbing his dick and teasing your clit. Your arms were wrapped around his neck to keep you up. The feeling made you whine loudly. He smirked, slowly pushing his head into your soaked cunt until his long length was fully inside you. Your head fell back, and your mouth opened without control as you let out of the loudest moan you could muster. He used his hand to bring you back to face him and look into his piercing gaze again. Your mouth stayed open, moaning with each small thrust he gave as he pushed himself into you, but keeping most of his dick inside you.

“You are just a pathetic, cock-hungry, submissive, girl.” He said between his small thrusts.

“H-h-hyunjin, please.” You plead. He gives an evil smile and lets go of your neck making it fall back again. He stood up, holding onto you, bringing you off of his cock almost entirely before harshly thrusting himself back inside. You couldn’t control your reaction, even if you tried. You screamed in pleasure, the noises echoing off the grotto’s walls. He continued to plow into you, but it was enough to ensure it was pleasurable for the both of you and not just his own selfishness.

“Hyunjin! I can’t- Fuck!” You moaned.

“Yes, you can. Fucking take it.” He growled, fucking into you harder.

“Ah- I can’t, please!” The pleasure was insane, impossible to describe. Then, again, there was another new melody that rang through your brain, and you felt like you were floating. You were able to take whatever he gave you without worry, but the pleasure somehow doubled. Your eyes were oceans with the way the tears spilled from them each moment he didn’t stop. But everything was bliss. Everything was perfect. You felt more relaxed and calm than you ever had before.

Hyunjin switched the positions you were in, lying your stomach against the rock, and your ass in the hair where he entered you from behind and held onto you by your head fucking into you even deeper.

“My little pirate taking the cock of her enemy.” You wanted to correct him, tell him that your intention was to learn about them, not to hurt them, but that thought left your mind as soon as you had it. You couldn’t think. You were almost brain dead, only being able to feel everything he was giving you and more.

“I’m gonna cum soon!” You managed to choke out.

“Fuck, baby, me too.” He groaned back.

“Ah, Hyunjin, please, I can’t hold it.”

“Just a little bit. I’ll tell you when you can cum.” His stern voice was back, there was no choice whether you did or didn’t on your own terms.

He moved out of you for a brief moment and turned you around to face him. Quickly and carefully he picked you up and thrusted his cock into you. You shoved your face into his neck, kissing and sucking and biting him to bare the orgasm building inside you.

“Can I please-”

“Yes.”

As soon as you released, Hyunjin did too, fucking his cum into you while you moaned. He found your lips and kissed you while slowly walking towards the moonpool of water and allowed himself to fall in with you while you kissed him lustfully and passionately, and he did the same.

In the water, you were lost, eyes open, but not having control. Hyunjin’s presence was not absent from you, but you still felt sexual pleasure. You weren’t sure how.

Hyunjin was in front of you, facing you, and smirking. You looked at him, confused as to how you weren’t sinking without him holding you and without swimming. Then you realized you couldn’t feel your legs. You looked down, and your legs were replaced with a shining mermaid’s tale and extensions of a betta fish, just like Hyunjin’s, right in front of you. You noticed one betta fin of yours and his were connected. That was where the pleasure was located.

You wanted to scream and cry. Hyunjin could tell, so he came closer to you. He held your face in his hands again, stroked your cheeks gently, and leaned in to kiss you. You happily kissed back. Within the midst of your kiss, your tails intertwined with the other, and you felt like you were floating again, but this time it wasn’t Hyunjin’s range of melodies, it was a tone that felt like love. You felt whole and safe. You didn’t freak out about the mermaid tale that now lined your body.

Hyunjin moved away from your lips, grabbed your hand, and swam you towards the surface of the water. After breaking the surface, you began to speak, but he stopped you. “Don’t freak out. You will be fine.”

The second his tail was entirely out of the water, he had legs again, and he helped you out of the water where the same thing happened to you. Hyunjin grabbed you again, and held you into his lap bridal style while leaning against a rock. He looked at you, and you looked at him.

“Humans can’t have sex with mermaids or sirens without turning into one of us. It was a curse put on both humans and merfolk such as ourselves years ago when a human and a mermaid fell in love. However, a jealous sea witch grew envious of their relationship, and put a curse on mermaids that they’d become lust filled demons that killed humans that came near, and anytime a human had sex with one, their curse was to become them too.”

You looked at him dumbfounded.

“What the fuck?” is the only thing you can muster.

Hyunjin laughed and explained more in depth.

“I wasn’t always like this. I was a human too. In fact I was a painter whom all the ladies fell in love over. I adored it. I adored their attention. One day, while I painted by the seaside, I heard a beautiful noise come from the water. I discovered a boy peeking out of the water. He extended his arm to me, I gave him my hand, and he pulled me in. Then, things escalated, and now I’m like this.”

“But I still don’t understand the mermaids and sirens thing. And why’d you have to do this to me? What the hell.” You felt a lot of emotions, but you weren’t as mad at being a siren than you thought you’d be. Depending on the conditions, being part fish could help yourself as a pirate captain.

“I barely understand myself, but I’ll try to explain more. It used to only be mermaids. That was it. Mermaids are beautiful creatures that swim in the sea and have beautiful voices that can do all sorts of things like lure people in and make them feel better. However, mermaids were never inherently evil. Their songs were meant to lure people in for good things, like steering life away from dangerous areas. However, the sea witch’s jealousy got the best of her. She wanted to be the one the human fell in love with, but instead it was someone else. Blinded by rage, she cursed any mermaid who dared fall into the lust trap. Oftentimes mermaids are used to resemble purity because of this, and they distract themselves from carelessly falling into anything that can change that. The sirens curse, it wasn’t just motivated sex, it was killing anyone who tried because the lust was so strong. When the mermaid was first turned into this monster, she kissed his neck, but began to rip it apart. The sexual desires began to settle after the fact, like killing someone brought down the hunger. No one has been able to find an alternative. As for me turning you… I couldn’t help myself. Ever since I saw you there was something about you I needed. It ached, in ways I couldn’t explain, and I knew you felt it too.”

You stared blankly at him in disbelief. Then you spoke up.

“We weren’t coming to hurt you. My pirate ship is more of a learning experience. We discover things in the sea and tell others about it. We don’t harm anything, we just teach ourselves. Granted we know how to defend ourselves in an attack, but we came to study the mermaids, and we ended up in a killing trap. Now all of my men are dead.” Your voice turned cold by the end, just remembering the bloodshed of the battle you were ripped from for no reason.

“But you began to attack, don’t deny that.”

“It was self defense. We knew you were going to do something.”

“I don’t doubt that. Even though I haven’t always been a siren, I can’t sit back and watch my newkind get slaughtered. I will defend them, and now you will too. You’ll learn to.”

“Hyunjin, I didn’t want any of this.”

“But you were so beautiful, I had to have you. You’re mine; you belong to me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be so off balance when I’m around, just like a bit ago when you lost everything the second I was completely near you. I hadn’t even started singing.”

He was right. You knew it too. He was the reason you felt off. He was the reason you were off balance and off guard and off everything. Now he’s the reason you’re part fish.

“You can go back to being a pirate captain, if you so please, but I am so deeply infatuated with you, I couldn’t bear you to go. I don’t ever want you to leave me, Y/N.”

It was the way he stared deeply into your eyes that made you melt. There was no convincing melody of his to convince you to stay, though you must’ve had that too now if you were one of them. But his eyes, his pleading, and the slight fear you had of him kept you put on his lap.

“Come, my treasure, explore the ocean with me.” He said, standing you up, and bringing you to the water, jumping in with you, grabbing your hand, and swimming off.

Your tail made you swim as a pace that was hard to comprehend. You were out of the grotto and near the island you sailed off of in minutes rather than the days of voyage you spent. Hyunjin showed you all about the water, pointing out friends and foe, things to eat, ways to improve your life as a merfolk.

Down in the water, the two of you faced the other where your betta fins touched, bringing you closer into a kiss. The two of you chased each other around, creating tiny waves in the water as you playfully messed around.

Resurfacing from the water and staring at Hyunjin, he sang,

“My heart is pierced by Cupid.

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me,

But my jolly sailor bold.”

You smiled, happy to hear this song that he sang often. He sang it about you.

But little did you know, that song is the only reason you stayed with him.

Hyunjin found you perfect, so beautiful that he couldn’t let you go. He knew you would've left the second you had the chance, but he can’t let someone he’s besotted by go, so he’ll do what he can to keep you around a little longer. I mean, he did tell you that bullshit story about sirens and mermaids. Had he been turned into a siren by a boy with a freckled covered face? Yes. Was that witchy nonsense true? Of course not. But if you believed him, who cared? He turned you into a siren on his own, so he could keep you around forever. He was going to have you no matter what.

You are his treasure, not any of the pirates, his.

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color me purple ♡ part two

✄ - - - - part 1 , part 2 , part 3 - - - - soundtrack - - - - ♡

synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics.

| 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.3k

| ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some fluff but mostly angsty, HEAVY sexual themes on the verge of smut, swearing, slight mention of marijuana, ellie is kinda a perv, ellie calls foot fetishes weird so if u have one i'm sorry lol not trying to kink shame its just for the plot !!

a/n: happy wednesday y'all!! i was literally kicking my feet while writing this hehe. i love being a delulu lesbian on paper. also i've never played poker before so if i worded something wrong i am so sorry lolz. sending hugs and kisses 2 you all ♡~ lola

Mrs. Campbell seemed taller this evening as she stood waiting to confront you with your fate. The moon shone brightly casting her long, mangled shadow across the dirt. As she spoke, your gaze remained locked to it, avoiding the disappointed look you knew was written all over her face.

“What do you two think you’re doing?!?” she yelled. You struggled to form any words with the large lump consuming your throat. Your stomach would’ve dropped too but you were pretty sure you had lost it during your barefoot dash through the woods. Ellie stood next to you just as silent until your devastated face clued her into your current state. She quickly tried to rationalize, speaking for the both of you.

“Mrs. Campbell, we're so, so sorry. Seriously, it was all my fault, please don’t blame Y/n!” You softened hearing Ellie so quickly take the fall. Feeling compelled to finally join this tense confrontation, you looked up from the ground. Your eye’s met with the wardens but they were filled with concern rather than fury as you had expected. Your injuries had alluded to a situation that she felt needed a bit more context.

“I’m just trying to figure out how you two ended up here bloody, wet, and 2 hours past curfew!” she said. With the guidance of Ellie you calmly explained the situation. Of course, it wasn’t the full truth. You took extra care to leave out the part about your little smoke sesh. And after what felt like hours of questioning and nagging, you and Ellie were given the benefit of the doubt, remaining counselors for the summer.

Mrs. Campbell gave her final say, “You girls better count your blessings. I’m feeling nice tonight. But, I can’t let your behavior go unpunished. Neither of you will be participating in tomorrow's first round of games. I'll take your campers under my wing while you two think about your behavior back at the cabins. Alone.” Tears welled in your eyes as you came to terms with the consequences of your actions. Ellie shifted her gaze to your heartbroken expression and the corners of her mouth turned down. Sure it was just one day of sitting out, but she knew how much the competition meant to you and felt like a total piece of shit for making you miss out. Even if it wasn’t completely her fault.

“That’s final. Now both of you please go wash up and stop making me worry!” Mrs. Campbell concluded.

You and Ellie made the 5 minute walk to the showers in silence, still shaken up from the recent events. Despite the water’s icy temperatures, it felt nice to wash off the evidence of your night living on the wild side. However, Ellie showered one space over with little emotional relief, too consumed by you. She just stood idle as the sharp drops of H2O hit her back. Questioning how you felt about her, if you were mad, and what you were thinking but wouldn’t say.

She couldn’t take it anymore and quickly switched off the water, drying off with a rough gray towel. You followed in suit, stepping out wrapped in your pink towel. The textured fabric wrapped tightly over your breasts hoisting the mounds up to peak over the linen. They sat pretty like a Victorian woman in a tight corset. Ellie, now in a fresh pair of clothes, kept her head forward but eyed you from her peripherals before finally speaking.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t even know what to say. I never wanted to get you in trouble.” She looked absolutely miserable, so convinced you hated her. You’d never seen this side of Ellie before. A side that was real and vulnerable. You had always pinned her as this impenetrable tough guy, never seeming bothered by anything. And now here you were, bothering her. What was so special about you, why did she care?

“Ellie, I’m not mad at you, just a little sad. This was my choice as much as it was yours.”

Ellie turned to you, voice breaking, “Wait… really?” Part of her felt like an idiot for bringing it up now, considering it was all in her head, but you didn’t think twice about giving her the reassurance she seeked.

“Yes, really.” Ellie gave a timid smile slanting to one side and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that her assumptions were just a product of overthinking.

“Now please, stop being so melodramatic and help me patch up all these stupid cuts.” You took a seat on the long bench placed in the tiled bathroom and Ellie followed like a humble servant. She got down on her knees like she owed it to you. Taking a wet cloth in her right hand and carefully cleaning your cuts one by one. Her touch was gentle, almost too much, but she didn't want to hurt you. You took pleasure in Ellie’s tender care and couldn’t help but wonder if she’s like this with all her friends. Even more, you questioned if it’s something you should be enjoying as much as you did. Ellie took her sweet time rinsing out the dirt from your wounds that you had acquired as an unwanted souvenir. Tending to your injuries gave her more time to study all of your nooks and crannies. Something she had only dreamed of. Ellie enjoyed every second until she reached your thighs, your gorgeous plush thighs. She observed as your pink towel bunched at the abdomen before splitting down the sides of your legs in a triangle-like formation. Mind hazy with desire, she couldn’t help but yearn for the other body parts under that towel that she wished to tend to. Ellie internally slapped herself for the heat that followed her nasty thoughts and her tour of your body was cut short. Following the clean, she took some Neosporin to smooth across the bigger gashes that covered your knees and elbow. You winced at the friction.

“It really got you good huh,” she teased, “maybe you can lie and say you got attacked by a bear or something.”

“No, not a bear,” your eyes rolling, “just Ellie Willaims and her antics.”

“Oh shut up, you had fun.” You didn’t say anything back, just gave a smile, because you knew Ellie was right. As much as you wanted to be upset about how everything went down and how you were so easily influenced by her, you just couldn’t. Maybe because you knew she had no ill intent, or maybe you were beginning to realize that breaking rules wasn’t so bad- perhaps, it was even a little fun.

You woke up early the next day with everyone else, despite your impromptu grounding. Although you yearned for sleep, the sun shone too bright and the girls chatter, too loud. You pulled the scratchy covers of your twin bed up, making it semi-nice for your next sleep. A sleep you looked forward to, as it signaled the end of this awful day. But, with the cabin overcome by girlish excitement it was hard to remain in such a sour mood. You ventured to the top of an empty but rickety bunk bed to observe the members of team red from above. It was like watching a village of little ants running around prepping for the day ahead. Some flew out the screen door to shower, a few braided each other's hair, and all of them finished dressed up in color coordinating outfits.

As 9:30 am approached, you wrapped up your finishing touches to the last few stragglers with silky hair ribbons and red face paint. By 9:40, the once bustling room was empty and the silence was loud. In an attempt to occupy your wandering mind you cracked open a Nancy Drew book, the 3rd in its series. The crisp pages slid between your fingers as the mystery consumed you, but it wasn't long before your peace was interrupted.

A peculiar knocking sound tore you from the novel opened in your hands. Setting it down on your green and pink bedding, you ventured to your dirty window to scope out the inexplicable noise. On the other side of the glass stood Ellie, like a kid, throwing rocks at your window. You stared out the gray panes that divided her in four, rolling your eyes at the audacity of it all. She continued her little performance pulling out a janky sign written in dried out blue marker. It read I'm bored… You pretend to be distraught at the news, playing into her little game. Ellie then flipped the sign over to show you the back where she had scribbled the words Do U wanna hangout? and then some idiotic smiley face to complete the message. Ellie’s own face mimicked the emoticon as she displayed all her teeth like a child on picture day. It was stupid and cheesy and it was kinda working.

The sign continued to waver in the wind as you consulted the imaginary angel and devil that lurked on your shoulders. You finally answered Ellie (whose arms were getting tired) through the window with a simple middle finger and yanked the curtains closed knowing you weren’t supposed to be leaving your living quarters that day. And although you maintained a tough exterior for the sake of the bit, you felt just a little bit giddy being invited over by Ellie. That same giddiness nagged at your morals until finally you sided with the devil. Besides, everyone will be gone and too busy to catch you guys slacking off.

You rushed to the sink to brush your teeth aggressively and then changed into a red cropped shirt with a wide neck and black biker shorts that sculpted your ass perfectly. You weren’t sure why, but you had this sudden need to impress her. Her opinion now carried a weight that was foreign to you. That weight then influenced a smear of the same cherry flavored lip gloss from the night before, remembering Ellie’s thoughts on it. You slipped the tube into your bra just in case and then skipped over like the girl next door.

Ellie opened up with a smirk. Her hair was messy and despite waking up hours ago her lounge wear remained on. You didn’t mind though. Something about her toned body in a black wifebeater tank and gray sweats made you excited.

“Well hello there.” She gestured for you to come inside. You sat in the middle of the room on an old, sage green rug. Anticipating Ellie’s next move, you pulled your scuffed up knees to your chest. She plopped down next to you and began to poke.

“I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show up.”

You scoffed, “I mean, I hate you Ellie, but not that much.” You straightened out your right knee and gave her a little kick in the shin.

“Shut up dude. I know you love me.” Ellie nudged your shoulder and you gave a simple chuckle in response, but inside you were questioning the past feelings of distaste you once harbored for her and the new ones that replaced them. You needed a distraction.

“Sooo.. how are you gonna entertain me??” Your question sent Ellie’s mind to all kinds of places, some dirty most dirty.

“Oh? So you wanna be entertained? How about a little game of poker?”

“Poker?” you said, becoming suspicious of Ellie's seemingly normal answer but the tone of her voice was a dead giveaway to the mischievous plans.

“Well… not just any poker. I play a little differently.” You urged her to continue.

“Like different how?”

“Ever heard of strip poker?” she questioned, scrunching her freckled nose in anticipation of your response. She wouldn’t think twice about indulging in this game with other friends but it was something about you and the unspoken homoerotic nature of your relationship that made the request much more daunting.

“Oh my god Ellie,” you gave a long sigh, “Do you really wanna see me naked that bad?” Usually her face would go bright red at a comment like this but today she was prepared for your little quips, having taken the leap to propose such a game in the first place.

“No. I wanna watch you lose.” she stated bluntly. And with her words, a jolt of that familiar cutthroat attitude surged through your body along with a little arousal that you ignored, pretending it was just adrenaline.

“Oh you’re on.” you spat. What had Ellie Williams done to you? Just days ago you would have opposed such a scenario like sneaking over to play strip poker but her dangerously seeming presence was exhilarating to you. She was a drug you just couldn’t quit. And before you could even think twice, that drug was pulling out her playing cards and popping a mixtape ← into her old cassette player.

You grew quiet and the music grew loud as you anxiously waited for Ellie to shuffle the deck. She had a classic one with the red patterned backings. The cards slotted into each other as Ellie thumbed the split stack from bottom to top. It made a satisfying noise that repeated a few more times before she dealt them out between the two of you.

The rules were simple, each chip signified an article of clothing, whoever had the worst hand lost a chip and a little bit of dignity along with it. A stack of 4 old poker chips sat in front of you balancing on the ridges of the rug. 1 for your shirt, 1 for your shorts, and 2 for each sock. Ellie had the same. You could practically feel the sweat gathering on your brow as the game began. The first round was close, Ellie with a straight and you with 3 of a kind.

She quickly snatched up one of your chips before saying, “You lose!!”

“This is just the first round, don’t get used to it.” you replied, peeling off your left sock. Quickly you placed your other foot on top of the now bare one, hiding it from Ellie like it was something to be embarrassed of. She took note of your behavior and clarified her intentions.

“You know, I don’t have a weirdo foot fetish if that's what you’re thinking.”

“Oh my god. Shut. Up. I don’t think that, I just don’t want you looking at my feet.” You turned your face away from her, putting your hand up theatrically. Your embarrassment amused Ellie.

“Just wait till you have to take your top off.”

“That won’t be necessary.” You tried seeming confident in your reply but your face felt hot and your hands were clammy. You didn’t want to imagine being so exposed in front of Ellie. What if she doesn’t like it? Why did it matter if she did?

“Right, we’ll see how that goes…” Ellie’s voice trailed off, letting go of your stubborn ramblings. The game continued as so; round 2: you won, round 3: you won again, round 4: Ellie won. At this point there were no more socks to take off. Your stomach twisted and turned thinking of the next possibilities. Part of you wanted to give up and take off but the other part of you wanted to stay around and see what Ellie looked like without a shirt. This confused you.

During round 5 you could hardly focus, but luck was on your side when all Ellie could present was a pair against your straight, leaving you a winner. Without a second thought she crossed her arms grabbing at the hem of her tank. Her biceps flexed with motion as she pulled it over her head revealing a black sports bra. You stared unintentionally, mouth agape.

“Like what ya see?” Ellie remarked. Your cheeks flushed red and your head shot down into your lap like a reflex.

“Relax, we’re just friends having fun. You can look.” she continued. Right… friends. You took a deep breath in trying to calm yourself. There was still more of the game to play and a craving for victory that lingered.

The next round was brutal leaving you with a measly high card, the worst hand you could get. Before Ellie even revealed her hand, your mind was at war deciding if you should remove your pants or shirt first. This felt like so much more than a simple game of cards with a friend. I mean here you were in front of half-naked Ellie, questioning if she was more of an ass girl or if she liked tits better. After your losing cards were revealed you took a pause, twirling a stray thread around your finger that you had pulled off the rug. Just as you were settling on pants Ellie interrupted.

“If- If you dont wanna, you don’t have to. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Ellie was starting to feel guilty for roping you into her games. For her, this wasn’t about winning, it was about pleasure and that's what made her feel so bad. You were here to play poker and Ellie was just waiting to see what panties you wore that day. Such a perv.

“NO,” your voice raised, halting Ellie’s skewed thoughts like your life depended on it. “I want to.” You stood up slowly trying to steady your shaky hands. Gently, your long fingers rimmed around the waistband of the shorts. Ellie sat criss-cross looking up at you like a god. The black spandex peeled off your wide hips and down your thighs at an agonizingly slow pace for Ellie. Finally reaching your knees they fell the rest of the way down, pooling at your ankles. The cool air tickled your pantie-clad privates, sending you back down to the warm spot you left on the floor.

Ellie couldn’t even speak. It was like a wet dream seeing you dressed in nothing but a crop top and some lacey, pink underwear. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable and she could feel as her slick seeped straight through the plaid boxers hidden under her sweats. Too busy with her downstairs, she failed to give you any sort of sign that would hint to the pleasure your body was giving her. You felt stupid for even wanting that from her and flipped to lay on your stomach trying to hide your nakedness. Without Ellie’s approval or encouragement you felt ashamed.

Wanting this moment of awkwardness to pass, you reached for more cards to continue to the next round. Ellie grabbed the deck before you could even reach it.

“Actually uh- we should just stop.” she said, not even able to make eye contact from how overwhelmed she was with lust. Of course, you didn’t know this and a downward spiral of thoughts began. Have you done something? Said something? What happened?

You stuttered out a “Wha- why?” Ellie continued staring down at her crotch. Her stupid crotch- that was the reason why. She knew that if she lost the next round, her sweatpants that shielded her from embarrassment would have to be removed. The large and growing wet spot of your doing was something Ellie refused to let you see. She assumed that if you were to ever discover the amount of arousal a friendly game of poker caused, you’d be disgusted and never speak to her again.

“I just- I think you need to leave.” You blinked hard and fast, trying to swallow back any tears being provoked by Ellie’s response.

“So… I’m that ugly, huh?” you said, voice now shaking. You felt humiliated.

“No, no!! It’s not th-”

“Save it Ellie,” you yelled, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. “This is the last time I let you make me out to be some loser idiot who falls for all your tricks! I am not ending up like all those stupid girls who you’ve fucked over!” You kicked open the swinging door taking one look back at Ellie. Her face was dumbfounded, confused, hurt. What were you saying? What was all that supposed to mean? She thought of chasing after you but knew it would be no use. You were too stubborn and upset to be talked to by Ellie, and it was quite clear that neither of you had realized what this game had meant to the other.

✄ - - - - part 1 , part 2 , part 3 - - - - masterlist - - - - ♡

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tetsuskei · 3 months

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EXCA YOOS MEEEEE MERMAID AU?!?!?

hai mira heehee :3 ! and yes, i have one piece lore where i am half human and half mermaid (think h2o where they touch water and change).

ace meets me on an island where i’m from. and i feed him food for free (bc he would dine and dash anyways LMAO). we chat for a bit and such before he leaves.

for reference i have made myself cousins w usopp. hearing him scream about pirates being on the island is common, but this time he actually shows me a ship and im like omg :0 !

i tell usopp to stay put and that i would investigate (he thought i was crazy but he was just gonna get himself caught or hurt. swimming is more discreet.). i unfortunately get caught anyways in a net by the pirates.

but low and behold, i find out that ace is the one with the ship! he frees me and we end up cool after talking. his crew doctor helps patch me up since i get cuts from the net 😞.

ace and i end up spending the night talking and i show him around the island! even show him my paintings and drawings that i do. he asks me if i can draw him and i begrudgingly say yes.

when ace leaves he gives me a bracelet that he normally wears and i give him the drawing i made of him. :)) he says that he promises we will meet again one day, and i tell him i am holding him to that promise.

eventually we do meet later, since i join the strawhats ! the rest is history from there including **ignoring** certain canon events ^_^ !

ALSO i’m actually making my hair red on saturday so ill be like ariel :3

#this is a bit extensive #i apologize #but tysm for asking me :3 #rice ☆

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WIP Ask

I would like ALL those questions answered for the mermaid WIP. Please and thank you!🙏🏼😚

Hii Cari 🩷

You’re such a sweetheart you know that? 🩷

Okay here we go (I hope its okay if it gets a bit longer).

👀 - An excerpt from my WIP

(I’m giving you two excerpts from Ocean‘s Daughter 🩵)

“You’re right. We should head home. The sun is already setting. Let’s not get caught during the night.“ He says and I nod.

Kainalu tries to pull the anchor up, but it doesn’t budge.

”Damn. Looks like the anchor is stuck.“

I look down and the metal chain that leads to the anchor doesn’t come out of the water.

“It’s probably just stuck around some algae or seaweed. I’ll go down and unstuck it.“

“Thanks. I owe you one.“

“You got it, my little water princess.“

“Bite me Lahela.“ He grins at me and I laugh as I put my scuba mask on and jump into the water.

”Here I drew something for you. You might want to try this out.“

I take the note from Ernestine.

My eyes widened.

I clear my throat.

”Oh wow. That’s…very graphic. I’ll keep this in mind.“ I tuck the note away.

”Yeah. Yeah. Now go ask her out and give her a nice orgasm she won’t forget very soon.“

I laugh and have to wipe away tears from the corner of my eye. I swear this woman is something else. But I love her. She's great. One of the best patients I’ve ever had.

”I will. Thank you, this is a good suggestion.“

Ms. Davis nods and even cracks a small smile.

”Oh I know. Now go. I want to enjoy my pudding and no Eugene won’t get any since he ratted me out.“

I laugh again and place a soft hand on Eugene’s shoulder as I lean in to whisper.

”Please take good care of her and call me should she feel unwell at any time. Okay?“

I handed Eugene my card where I scribbled down my personal cell number.

Eugene smiles a watery smile.

”Thank you Dr. Lahela. I appreciate it.“

👑 - A random fact about one of my

OC‘s

I’ll take Kainalu from Ocean‘s Daughter 😍

Kainalu owns a restaurant called Uhane - which means Soul in Hawaiian - that serves local, traditional Hawaiian food. Such as Katsu or Kona coffee 😍

🦀 - Favorite piece of dialogue:

”I didn’t catch your name?“ Dr. Danbury looks pointedly at me and I cross my arms over my chest.

”I didn’t introduce myself. I’m sure you can find your way back on your own. Have a safe trip. I hear the waters are treacherous.“ I turn around and don’t wait for their response.

☀️ - Current word count

For part 1 - 3974

For Part 2 - 8386

Though it may change, as the story progresses I‘ll either add or remove things from the story. I was thinking of even posting the story in parts 😍

❄️ - Toughest aspect of my WIP

A tough part is building the story and the progression, making it make sense. Also the Hawaiian culture, mythology and history are tough because I’m not an expert so I’m relying on a lot of research online. It’s fun to learn about Hawaiian history and their mythology though. Most Hawaiian words I can’t pronounce though, so I look up the pronunciations if there are any pronunciations listed online 😍

🍕- My characters' favourite food

Luna

Pizza 🍕

Barbecue

Açaí bowls

Malasadas

Bryce

Garlic shrimp with rice

Poke

Coco Puffs

Croissada

Noelani

Leoda’s Pies

Mac and Cheese Pancakes

Chocolate Haupia Cream Pie

Manapua

Kainalu:

Loco Moco

Mochiko Chicken

Saimin

Haupia

⚽️ - Genre of my WIP

Fantasy with a dash of romance and some humor.

🤔 - What's the inspiration behind my

WIP?

The inspiration behind this AU was a scene from H2O - Just add water - Season 1, episode 26. Where a marine biologist is hunting mermaids to study them and use them as experiments for scientific purposes. So I used that inspo and turned it into a AU with my own twist added to the story. Using Hawaiian mythology instead.

🎁 - Prologues or no prologues - Why?

I love prologues. They’re so much fun. Because it tells you a bit of the story lying ahead. You can make it short or a bit longer. I think a prologues is good especially if it’s a new book / story that you’re reading. So a prologues can be helpful to give you an idea what’s next and for you to adjust to the story and characters.

🎶 - WIP playlist

I’ve made two playlists on Spotify:

Here there are Part 1 & Part 2

Thank you so much for sending me this ask it means a lot 🥹 Have a beautiful day Cari and keep on shining 🩷🩷🩷🩷

#Ocean‘s Daughter #Bryce Lahela #Luna Auclair #Kainalu & Noelani #marine biologists #🧜‍♀️

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u know that scene in h2o episode one where ricki steals the boat from her piece of shit delinquent love interest? big au potential. just a Thor

jenny. this is not disproving my psychic link theory

#i got u i haven't started writing it yet but i am way ahead of you #beck rambles #ask #mermaid au

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dnf-fic-recs · 1 year

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hii, do u know some good mermaid fics? thank u :)

A Merman's Tear by bellsabee - Not Rated

Pirate captain Dream is captured by the king, in order to be pardoned, he and his crew must set sail on an almost impossible mission, to secure a mermaids tear to cure the deathly illness the king has contracted. But when this mermaid, or better put, merman starts to worm his way into Dream's heart, things start to change.

when the sea meets the sky by Not4typicalwriter

It started with a lighthouse.

It took a while for the lighthouse to get built. It was a particularly small and rocky island, and there'd been some crashes (none were fatal, thankfully) but there was enough trouble that the people decided the lighthouse was much needed.

It started really slow. Boats would come to the small island with materials and supplies, dozens of workers came along with it and they went on to work, slowly building the lighthouse piece by piece.

Dream didn't even notice it was there until it got high enough that he could see it during his regular flight over, choosing mostly to ignore the humans that are working day and night only to crowd into his airspace. It was rude, to be fair.

George noticed it way before that, however. Humans with their boats, crossing his swimming path, dumping shit into the water surrounding them, getting it a bit muddy and disgusting. Again, humans were kind of rude for that.

Sapnap is a lighthouse keeper (human, of course), and during one stormy night, he finds himself in a bit of a problem when a bird-man crashed into his lighthouse. He doesn't know anything about these people. His solution? Find the fish-guy and ask him for help.

where the sun sleeps by meridies

Three months, four boarded and conquered ships, and one full season later, their search has come to nothing. George, Dream knows, is fairly certain that if they don't give up the search soon, the crew will be at each other’s teeth. Any sane captain would direct his crew to the nearest harbor or civilized town and let them run amok to dissolve the tensions.

Dream, however, is no sane captain.

or, the crew are pirates with no mercy, George is a selkie, and there is more to Dream than meets the eye.

selkie!gnf but i think youll like the vibe :)

sand people by sootified

George is a boy with bright eyes and stupid jokes and an even stupider laugh that makes Dream feel like he's drowning, but in the good way.

Ironic, considering how he's fallen in love with a mermaid.

the shore between your skin and the sea by fensandmarshes and lieyuu (circees)

George might very well be stranded in the middle of his bedroom, with his best friend slash crush due to arrive in less than ten minutes and a fucking fish tail attached to him, but everything was definitely fine if you looked at it from the right perspective. George, having fallen onto the ground the moment his legs decided nope, we’ve had enough and sold him to Fish God for one corn chip or some shit, was not currently able to get any perspective other than ‘lying on the floor’, but he would find one somehow!

The H2O: Just Add Water AU that precisely nobody asked for.

Love Me Like I'm Human by Harper44 - Ongoing [1/?]

There on the other side of the glass is the merman, who remains completely still other than the occasional flick of his beautiful blue tail to stay upright. The creature floating there in the water is eerie in the vastness of the blue surrounding him. He understands now what Sapnap meant about his eyes. They look human. They look intelligent. Those dark brown eyes watch every move Dream makes as he eases off the ladder.

The merman's top half definitely looks human other than a few patches of blue scales scattered over his skin and the gills in his neck. Brown hair floats around his head, loose and soft-looking in the water. The tail is absolutely beautiful, shimmering in the light with each slight movement. It's sky blue and brilliant against the murky blue of the water.

Or, Dream makes friends with the merman who lives at the aquarium where he works.

#dreamnotfound #dnf #dreamnotfound fic recs #dnf fic recs #dnf fics #dreamnotfound fics #asks #anon #recommended by mod holiday #mermaid george fics #mermaid dream fics #getting together fics #established relationship fics #hurt comfort fics #fluff fics #angst fics #ongoing fics #sfw fics #pirate fics

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 2 years

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Things I am pretty sure are true:

1. The Eridians are still alive and used the Machine to go back to their home dimension

Nyriad was the one to control the Machine, but she really didn't know wtf was going on. Tannis could use it to open a portal to Pandora... Who is to say it couldn't open one to another dimension like the Vaults. Also the Overseer mentions that the Guardians' masters have left the house... Not that they've died. She even talks about proving our worth to them as if they are still around and watching... I think she knows.

2. The Guardians specifically want more Vault Hunters because they want them to open more Vaults

"War is coming, ur gonna need all the Vault Hunters you can get, blah blah", none of the Guardians actually stopped the Vaults of 2, Tales, and 3 from getting opened, the Watcher let Zarps actually give the info of where the Vault was to Jack in tps and did nothing to stop her death and help Elpis get destroyed, then did nothing in 2 to stop Jack from opening the Vault, in fact in 3 the Seer is mad at Lilith, not the twins. And what did Lilith do? Took the key to Pandora away.

3. The Guardians can possess people/things/stuff, not just other Guardian bodies (unless...)

Cannot fucking believe I called this one with my silly H2O AU but you know... See: Grave and Ward possessing Graveward, and the Ava podcast bonus dlc where the Seer possesses a dude

Things I am fairly confident are true, but also if we get more evidence I'm not complaining:

1. Humans were created by/aided in their development by Eridians

The murals in the Vaults. Just. That. The fact that apparently we lived side by side and then magically forgot that tiny piece of info after the Eridians peaced out. Sirens exist for no clear reason other than 'space magic??' and have an obvious connection to eridium and the Vaults themselves and can absorb Guardian wisps and Eridium. The lost legion were psuedo sirens (notably, they were dudes!) created by hanging around in the Vault on Elpis with some toxic slutch. Human souls/spirits/ghosts/whatever are represented by wisps, the same things we see when Guardians are killed, and the same thing we see when Lilith gets her powers back. We can see the 'bodies/forms' of those wisps using Eridian tech grafted onto a gun. Possible addition: humans can be possessed by Guardians. Compatable hardware? (possible addition: we are living in a simulation crafted by the Eridians, so them leaving for a higher dimension was just them leaving the simulation. See how Guardians do their quick moves and leave behind holograms/trails that look pixelated, and how Tannis could create the mayhem system (also Digistruct Peak, tbh, eridium and salami fingers is NOT a good enough explanation). Also, see the Vault on Elpis having an eridium crystal be a sort of simulation you enter to fight the sentinel. You beat him in that simulation and he enters as his Actual Vault Monster form, which is significantly bigger... Because you're inside a vr crystal. Counter argument: its a video game series and sometimes they just want cool stuff to look cool... No consensus until more info is given.)

2. The Vault Monsters were experiments done by the Eridians- either they were built by them or experimented on by them

The eye of the Destroyer shows fear when injected with slag in TPS and then does some stuff that greatly resembles Siren powers. Non-Siren humans (and animals) start to go mad and mutate really fast when exposed to (any) Eridian stuff long term- Sledge's mine, Hector's whole team, Terramorphous being a thresher that lives in Eridian ruins and grew to be absolutely huge (granted they're from Elpis, so maybe they could grow that size on Pandora naturally, but still...), Bloodwing, Krieg!, etc, etc. I've gone over this hundreds of times :Y. The Warrior has Eridian stone tech grafted onto it with the wings/tail thing it has and has no free will. The Rampager absorbs wisps to change itself into different forms. Why were they locked away? Iunno. Too dangerous, not needed, got bored, etc? For what purpose were they made/experimented on? Personally, for the more organic ones, I think just because they could. Maybe a mix of 'we wanna profit off this unethical science' and 'let's see what we can do bc nobody here can stop us'. For the rock boys (Traveler, Sentinel) I think they had a specific purpose, like they actually tie into the themes of their Vaults, which is awesome. So I assume they had a greater purpose there. Even if it was just 'protect what's inside'.

3. The Guardians want Vault Hunters to open more Vaults so they can possess the Vault Monsters inside them

A mashing together of 2 and 3 from the above category. Vault Monsters are strong. Most Guardians, not so much (the Martyr and the Seer are the exceptions, (probably the Watcher as well), not the standard). In the Vault on Pandora that opens when you kill the Destroyer, there was a Guardian mind core that Tannis uses to make the mayhem system on sanc-3. Why was it in there? We will never know. (unless...). Addition that's not so much proof as it is another related theory, but: the Guardians are bitter that they were left to do their jobs when the Eridians ditched them (see prev post) and potentially cannot stop until they escape through other methods (tricking others into being their successors (the Overseer) or possessing other bodies that aren't bound by ur creator's rules).

Things I desperately hope BL4 is about:

1. Lilith took Elpis to the other dimension and is currently with the Eridians, and the game is all about finding her/them alongside a B-plot, and then BL5 is gonna be putting down the Guardian rebellion with them.

I still hope the Eridians are gonna be the ultimate villains of the series, but, in the event they're not and gearbox makes me sob irl, this would be a cool thing for Lilith since she'd get to master her powers (character goal) and follow in the footsteps of Nyriad. Additionally, the Vault Map in her room on Sanc-3 simply shows the firehawk symbol when clicked on. It was originally meant to point towards Vaults (places where u can enter the other dimension), but now points towards the firehawk symbol. That could mean she's gone to the other dimension and is chilling with the Eridians, or is permanently in phasewalk, or smth between the two. I'm guessing the B-plot will be the Guardians possessing Vault Monsters and stuff, tho I would not be opposed to uhhh Anshin and Pangolin lore. Pls???

2. The events of BL4 are going to have the Guardians as the villains, but the plot twist at the end is that they are gearing up (via possessing Vault Monsters that the VHs are going to race to kill) to go to war with the still-alive Eridians (or another enemy they were left to fight if the Eridians actually are dead, like the Seraphs (boo)) and we end up working together with some of them in BL5 to fight the Eridians, who we learn are kinda assholes and Just Another Corporation, let's be real

Uhhh see previous post bc I go into wayyy more detail, but basically the Guardians and the Eridians ditching them are a direct parallel to BL1 where Dahl ditches their workers on Pandora. Yeah, bandits end up being enemies in-game, but there are also groups of ppl who were left behind that are just trying to survive and do what they can to make a life for themselves and others. Can you blame them for being angry and bitter at Dahl? Tbh, I can't. I can't really blame the Guardians for being angry at the Eridians for leaving them, either. (Fuck you, Scourge the Martyr tho, I have beef with you, Personally.) There will likely be groups of Guardians that attack humans (esp if humans really were created by Eridians and the Guardians are jealous of our free will and or genuinely think humanity/Nyriad killed all the Eridians with the Machine, leaving the Guardians to rust), and then groups that are willing to work with us in order to accomplish their goals. Bonus points if in BL5 we get to work alongside all the Vault Monsters in the series as they are possessed by Guardians. I think that'd be neat and a cool send-off for the series.

3. The Guardians are the villains, the Eridians are Actually Dead, and the Watcher just wanted to help us prepare for the Guardian War by doing um... Nothing for a majority of the time.

Bad ending. Worse than the first option here, because at least then we'd get to see the Eridians in action even tho they're total jerks. Potentially, the Watcher was working behind the scenes with Lilith, since even Tannis didn't know why Lilith had an Eridian chest in her room and theorizes something more was going on. The Guardians are pissed off at humanity/Nyriad for killing the Eridians with the Machine and leaving the Guardians to do their jobs pointlessly forever with no Masters. Also for making that sacrifice be in vain by trying to open Pandora bc... greed. I'm guessing the Seer and the Martyr (Scourge) fucking hate each other lmao. It would be neat if we teamed up with a small subset of Guardians (like the Watcher) to fight other Guardians and got to witness giant Vault Monsters battling against each other. That's all I can really say abt this one.

#Thank u to my bestie for letting me scream abt borderlands lore in the park today I really needed that 😤😁#Borderlands #Bl3 #BL4 #Cruddy rambles

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Yu-Gi-Oh! GX Month 2021

Your prompt list for this year’s GX Month! The game starts August 31!

All submissions are welcome be it art, writing, AMV, or some other creative piece! Celebrate your way!

Don't stress out if you miss a day; late submissions are always welcome. And if you only some some of the days, that's fine too! We're here to have fun.

And don’t forget to tag your post with GXmonth2021 or the blog directly with @gxmonth!

If we miss a post, please contact a mod and we’ll fix it as soon as we can!

Day 1: “Hero Signal” We’re kicking things off with everyone’s favorite hero Judai/Jaden Yuki’s birthday! Show the fluffy boi some love!

Day 2: “Soul Exchange” Ever wondered what would happen if Jaden/Judai and Chazz/Manjoumei switched bodies? Or if Syrus/Sho was the protagonist instead? Get weird today with body swap and role swap shenanigans!

Day 3: “Mind on Air” Dreamers be dreaming with their heads in the clouds. Show us your favorite character’s dream career, their secret desires, or that diary they keep under their pillow. ;)

Day 4: “Swing of Memories” Ah, yes, those sweet, precious memories shared with siblings...and a few you’d rather forget. Explore the bond between Asuka Tenjoin/Alexis Rhodes and Fubuki Tenjoin/Atticus Rhodes today! A sweet sibling hug? A heated argument? Show us!

Day 5: “Dramatic Rescue” Quick! The script is on fire and it’s up to you to save it! ...There we go. Although it seems we’re missing some parts now. Guess we’ll just have to fill in the blanks. Show off your headcanons today!

Day 6: “Heartfelt Appeal” You find two characters that click so well, look them up...and there’s no content! ‘Why?? Someone please make content!’ The pleas go unheard. You’ll just have to make it yourself. Show some love for your rare pairs today!

Day 7: “Ojama Delta Thunder!!” That’s right! You know what today is! Today we celebrate The Chazz, the one and only Manjoume Thunder! Give sparky boi a hug!

Day 8: “Miracle Draw” GX is full of duels that are decided by luck of the draw. Show us your fav or least fav ‘luck of the draw’ moment. Or show us what could have been if a character’s luck of the draw had been reversed.

Day 9: “Mirage of Nightmare” Nightmares come to life and vicious intentions. Today we explore those whose stories lie in the shadows and all that created them. (It’s villain day. Be creepy.)

Day 10: “Standby Phase” Free day! Take a break today or introduce yourself. It’s your day today - do it your way. ;)

Day 11: “Bonding - H2O” Break out your calculators today and celebrate math and science with our favorite nerd, Daichi/Bastion Misawa!

Day 12: “Weapon Change” Ever wanted to see Zane/Ryo in the Red Dorm? Or Alexis/Asuka duel with dragons? Get creative today with dorm swaps and deck swaps!

Day 13: “Polymerization” We can’t have GX without a few fusion summons. Show off your favorite fusion monsters today, or a fusion you wish you’d seen in the show. Heck, show us what a fusion of your favorite characters would like!

Day 14: “Clock Tower Prison” A man imprisoned by his destiny and hellbent on revenge. Seek justice today with the pro duelist vigilante Edo/Aster Phoenix!

Day 15: “Ayers Rock Sunrise” The card designed by Hayato Maeda/Chumley Huffington himself. Show us your custom designs today, be it OCs, outfit redesigns, or custom cards!

Day 16: “You Activated My Trap!” It’s meme day! Break out the old favorites! Make some new ones! Set your inner troll free!

Day 17: “Jurassic Heart” Travel back to the prehistoric past today with the dueling dino extraordinaire Kenzan Tyranno/Tyranno Hassleberry!

Day 18: “This Wasn’t in the Rule Book” Crossovers, coffee shops, and canon divergence collide today in the wonderful world of AU! Go nuts.

Day 19: “Side Deck” No cast is complete without a colorful array of supporting characters. Pick one you wish had more time to shine and show them off!

Day 20: “Main Phase” We’ve reached our second Free Day! Take the day off or show some love for your fellow creators!

Day 21: “Crystal Bond” Everyone has a special bond with their deck, but arguably no one more so than the Crystal Beast wielder himself, Johan/Jesse Anderson! Show off that colorful bond today.

Day 22: “Cupid’s Kiss” Kiss, kiss, fall in love! Who’s your OTP? OT3? Show ‘em off! Let your favorite ships sail today!

Day 23: “Evil Hero” Become evil to defeat evil today with the master of shadows himself, the Supreme King!

Day 24: “Exchange of Night and Day” Darkness and Light. Today let’s take a closer look at these two cosmic forces and the duality of each. The Gentle Darkness, the Light of Destruction, Darkness/Nightshroud, and...?

Day 25: “Power Bond” The Marufuji/Truesdale brothers steal the spotlight on Sho/Syrus’ big day! That’s right! Let’s celebrate our favorite sidekick’s birthday with some quality brother bonding!

Day 26: “More Than Mere Cards” As some duelists know, Duel Monster cards are more than just pieces of cardstock. Today we celebrate the spirits that live inside the cards!

Day 27: “The Shallow Grave” This is Yu-Gi-Oh, and death is cheap. Will you showcase your favorite revival today, or explore a scenario with a death of a more permanent kind? Or perhaps a revival went very, very wrong...

Day 28: “Internationals” We’re taking it to the big leagues today with the overseas champions, Austin O’Brien/Axel Brody, Jim “Crocodile” Cook, and Amon/Adrian Gecko!

Day 29: “Frontline Base” Even heroes need some downtime. Show us what the schoolyard crew gets up to when they’re not saving the world or studying for finals. Sleepovers perhaps?

Day 30: “End Phase” Our third and final free day! Feel free to do with it whatever you want. :3

Day 31: “Thanks for the Fun Duel!” Gotcha! We made it to the end! Did everyone have fun? Feel free to share your highlights from this event or drop off suggestions for next year!

#gxmonth2021 #gx #ygogx #ygo gx #yugiogh gx #yugiohgx #yu gi oh gx #jaden yuki #yuki judai #chazz princeton #manjoume jun #alexis rhodes #tenjoin asuka #zane truesdale #marufuji ryou #jesse anderson #johan andersen

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violetsinviolence · 3 years

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ao3 year in review

original format by @athina-blaine

Top Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (16 works)

Date of first fic posted: 17 Sept, 2020 (let’s get married, 3,898 words) - happy anniversary me!

Top multi-chapter fic: ‘til i’m with you then, i’m with you there (69,086 words) my most recent finished fic, the one with the most words, and the one i’ve put the most effort into! it grew so much over the 11 weeks i posted it and i’ve already got more ideas in the works- i love this little universe i’ve created and all the people that have helped me cultivate it into something beautiful! ironic how my top two works in word count are both royalty related- i think i have a calling.

Top one-shot: nothing’s perfect, i’m hoping i’ll do (1, 379 words) this one got super popular out of nowhere- like i know everyone loves a good teacher au for tma but holy COW did this one go off the charts with its popularity- it’s almost my most kudos’d fic, just under 160 rn! absolutely incredible tbh, i didn’t even think it was that good when i posted it but HELL i’m proud of it now and i’m glad so many others like it too :)

Fic you’re most proud of: you’ll leave me lonely at best (4, 358 words) god this one is so good to me? idk what it is about the angst in this one but god fucking damn i’ll go back and read it whenever i need just a good solid cry like- damn what did i drink that day to make my angst charts off the shit? fuck!

Fic you wish got more attention: the water’s sweet but blood is thicker (3,305 words) i love love LOVE taako and lup’s relationship and i wanted to capture just like a little… a little bit of their sibling love — and maybe i projected hardcore with me and my sister, ya know — and i was super proud of that! i thought it was super sweet and i wish it’d gotten more love

Fic that Challenged You the Most: h2o, what a feeling! (8,351 words - unfinished) this one- idk what it is with this one, i posted the first chapter and then realized that i had no clue where i wanted to go from there. just getting the second chapter out was a beast on its own but fear not i’ve got a general plot line i want enact! i just need the motivation to start writing it again lmao

Favorite Quote/Passage:

“How could Juno not believe it? When Peter said it so easily like it was the easiest thing in the world to love Juno Steel.”

- when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody (2,154 words)

“For now, though, he begins to walk, returning to his own world. Where the woman wearing his mother's face rules the land. Back to the birdcage. But, at the very least, Juno gets to keep this all to himself.”

- ‘til i’m with you then, i’m with you there, chapter one: you’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream (69,086 words)

“There are two things different, though: The Heliz is gone and in its place sits a neatly folded piece of paper. Duke trembles as he unfolds it.

Rosie,

Thanks for the ride. Sorry, I had to take off so quickly, but I'm expected elsewhere. I'm not sorry about having to take the Heliz from you, but I expect you enjoy a challenge. Come find me if you want it that badly, will ya?

Dahlia

The handwriting is sloppy and rushed, but the words fill Duke's senses with excitement. If he hurries, he could probably stop Dahlia from leaving the hotel, hell he could probably track him down from going off-planet need be. But where's the fun in that? There's a game in store for the two of them, and Duke for one loves games. He laughs, loud and open and so very happy as he holds the note to his chest, thinking of the lovely sharpshooter who's stolen the gem from right under his nose-- twice now!

Duke thinks he's stolen something else too, but he's more than happy to let Dahlia keep that.”

- so start me up and watch me go (5,848 words)

Total Words Posted: 285,405!

this year has been super duper big for me in terms of self discovery! i started ao3 honestly just so i could bookmark stories i liked and stuff, i never thought i’d ever start writing for real- and here i am now! honestly the person i have to thank most is @lmaowhateven sammy darling you’ve been my #1 fan through this entire process and you’ve been nothing but supportive and sweet- if nobody else got me i know he got me 🥺🥰

some other people i’d like to thank: @the-official-account @seratlantisite @scarlettrust @anonomouslyabanana @argentumauream

i go back and reread y’all’s comments all the time because they mean so much to me, literally my favorite people of all time i’m giving you all of my money currently rn actually! 💖

thank you all for making this year wonderful and i hope next year will be just as great! thank you!

#writerversary #my stories #tma #tpp #roseverse #taz #jjba #the magnus archives #the penumbra podcast #the adventure zone #jojo’s bizarre adventure

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lightns881 · 3 years

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hi! I love reading weird, unusual, or downright strange fics so I was wondering if you had any in mind? Ones set in not often used AUs are especially cool to me. Thanks!

oooohohoho anon, this is a fun question! I'm gonna have a field day swiping through the crack treated seriously tag

Not a Dream, but a Nightmare by amooniesong is one of the more unusual yet AMAZING fics in the fandom. However, it is tagged with Major Character Death and a lot of other warnings so beware

Piece of Clay by carbonbrine is based on the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea which is already an odd myth in itself, and it's basically George's sculpture of Dream being brought to life

haha dreamteam fishhunt au go brr! by goodvibes_allaround is manhunt but the kicker is Dream is a merman and the muffinteers are pirates lol

the shore between your skin and the sea by fensandmarshes and lieyuu which is a h2o AU that I didn't know the context behind which makes it a HILARIOUS read, but it's a cute short of Dream and George randomly spurting fish tails

TECHNOlogical Wingman by Closeted_Bookworm is a really cute fic about Techno as a sentient autocorrect device shipping DNF

Double Date [Dreamnotfound] by Tvvttwt on Wattpad is funny and cute--about Dream accidentally setting up a double date with George thinking they were gonna date the girls but they end up being girlfriends and they have to pretend to date themselves

These are the ones really coming to mind right now (or that I just found while scrolling through the tags), but I hope you enjoy! Maybe I'll make a crack dnf stories post one day if I remember/find more haha, thanks for the ask! Had fun with this one! :)

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf recs #AMA

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dbphantom · 7 months

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❄️🌤️☔

yayayay thank you so much!!!!

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Here's some crack taken deathly seriously (One Piece H2O AU) ((also it's G-8 because G-8 fucks)) (((the context is that Luffy saved Usopp's goggles from getting reeled in by Jonathan so he had them on him while delivering the food, also the lenses were upgraded during Alabasta because there's another plot point involving them with Crocodile 😊)))

Jonathan follows Luffy's gaze, to Usopp's goggles lying next to his shoes. He leans down and picks them up by the length of fishing line still tangled around the headband. He holds them in front of his face, inquisitive gaze switching from the line to Luffy. Luffy tries not to meet his eyes and sticks a hand out. "Can I have those back?" "Answer my questions and you can have them, plus my lunch." Luffy drags his line of sight back to the man's face. "You promise?" He doesn't seem like he's lying. In fact, he's surprisingly earnest for a guy in a coat like that. "I promise," he says. "You can even take the food now, if you'd like." Luffy nods, and throws a hand over Jonathan's shoulder to grab the plate. "Alright. Sorry I insulted you earlier, base guy." Jonathan doesn't stop him, or even take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he looks satisfied as Luffy starts eating. "So, what are you doing here?" "I smelled food. I was hungry." The rest of the meatballs are just as good as the first few. Luffy's going to have to ask Sanji to make these again once they get out of here. Jonathan nods slowly. "And what are you doing in my base? What's your motive?" Luffy tilts his head as he licks the plate. "We didn't mean to come here. We fell from the sky." "If I didn't see it myself, I wouldn't believe that." There's a sparkle in Jonathan's eyes. "Guess you're lucky I did." Luffy grins as he tosses the plate aside. "Guess so." Jonathan holds the goggles up to his eyes and Luffy feels the smile slide off his face. "Can I have those back now?" He asks, quickly, before Jonathan can see something he really shouldn't. Jonathan looks around them and smiles. "I'm not finished with my questions. You've already eaten, so I need some reason for you to play along." Luffy frowns and contemplates throwing a hand forward and grabbing for the goggles. It might start a fight. His crew can't afford to get into a fight. Not here, not now. Definitely not with a man on the same level as grandpa Garp. Still, they're in a kitchen, so maybe Luffy could make some of the sinks go off and make a break for it- Jonathan holds the lenses up to his eyes and peers through them. "So, what's so important about these that-" He blinks. His mouth opens again, but he doesn't finish his question. He lowers the goggles and stares at Luffy like he's seeing him for the first time. This is wrong. It's breaking the promise. "It was you," Jonathan says. A rivulet of sweat runs hot down Luffy's cold face. His jaw feels like it's been cemented shut. "It wasn't," he forces out, and studies the fish pattern on the paneling of the walls. "I don't know what you're talking about." "It was," says Jonathan as he leans forward, staring him down. "My men said they saw someone in the water with black hair." "It wasn't me," Luffy reiterates. Jonathan continues on as if he's said nothing. "Someone with dark eyes and sharp teeth." He pulls the goggles in front of his eyes again. "You're a bad liar, Monkey D. Luffy." Luffy snaps his mouth shut and thinks this must be what Ace meant when they made that promise all those years ago; when he talked about someone seeing all the little pieces of him he never wanted to share.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

OH this is HARD uhhhhh... my favorite might be this exchange because 1. Nami my beloved and 2. I've had the belly joke locked and loaded for YEARS. They give me big sibling vibes, especially in this AU.

Nami nods, slowly. She's hoping he'll continue because she has no clue where he's taking this. "And you guys are my crew, even though I think about it all the time. You're all still here." Luffy's quiet for a moment. He stares at the wall in front of him and runs his hands around the rough brim of his hat. Then he fixes her with a smile so bright it feels like the sun. "I trust you, Nami. I don't care what you think about. You don't have to tell me all that stuff." She feels the tears from earlier threatening to overflow now. Luffy tugs his hat on and his smile grows wider. "Come on," he says, leaning in. "Be our navigator again." She doesn't understand it- this unwavering trust. Not yet. Nami rubs her eyes with the back of her hand and flashes him a watery smile of her own. "Okay," she says, with a nod. Luffy throws his hands up in the air and cheers. She sniffles as he winces from the sudden movement tugging at his injuries. "So," she asks once he turns to look at her again, eyes bright and a grin on his face. "Where are we putting you on display?" The smile stays plastered on his face while he pauses, then he bursts into another fit of laughter. He slaps her on the back as he giggles the nerves away. “Nami, don’t joke about that!” “I’m thinking ten- no, fifteen thousand per person.” She grabs him by the cheek and pulls, watching his face stretch and warp. “Maybe more.” “No!” Luffy manages to wail before she lets go and his features spring back to normal. "I'm not doing that!"

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Yes OMG!! I have a modern/college AU fic for One Piece, but I'll probably never write it because college/modern AUs just aren't my thing.

It came around from a reddit thread asking which tropes we aren't fans of and I got into a nice discussion w/ someone about why we don't like those types of AUs!

So I decided to take matters into my own hands and in this AU everyone still has their powers. Luffy is still a rubber man, Nami can still sense the weather and is a cat burglar by night, Chopper is still a talking reindeer, Sanji can still light himself on fire, etc, etc for all the Strawhats. It's just that I threw them onto a college campus and said have fun. Luffy gathers up his gang of extraordinary people as the story goes on. He's definitely enrolled in classes, but no one can figure out what his major is and he doesn't even seem to know himself (so he just doesn't go to class). Someone (cough Dragon cough) is paying for his tuition tho, so he hangs around.

It isn't SUPER detailed, but I did have fun developing the world and figuring out how stuff would have to change. Also it's fun to play around with and it keeps my brain occupied when I'm not thinking about H2O stuff LOL. I just never thought it would lend very well to an actual telling of OP, so I never bothered writing anything for it. Thinking about it longer than 30 seconds introduces a lot of plot holes/character inconsistencies because it isn't too well-developed.

Thank you again! This was a ton of fun :D

#THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!#you are the bomb diggity this was great #also im loving hearing about your adventures in wano i can't wait to see what you'll think of act 3!!! it's SO GOOD #ask #thank you!!#H2O AU #OP H2O AU #i can't remember if the section tag was just op or one piece so:#one piece H2O AU #there we go #ask game #edited because the readmore moved a paragraph lower than it should've! sorry abt that!

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crimsonbluemoon · 4 years

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For the Fluff Prompt can you do 35,72,78 I think they fit really well together and you can pick the couple I just love the prompts together

Okay so I’ve been wanting to write something for @kihoori‘s BBHS AU for a bit now, and finally I got a prompt that I really enjoyed and wanted to work with. Now, to make this veeeeery clear, everything I write/do for this AU is not canon. As in, this is not what happens in the story. This is just a spin-off that I got permission from Kihorri to write. Whatever she does in the story probably won’t have any similarities to this drabble.

That being said, enjoooy (this is the longest drabble because she inspired me with her art so yeah. >.>)

Pairing: H2O Vanoss Number: 35/72/78 Prompt: “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”/“You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”/ “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

“Yo.” Vanoss snickered when his surprise greeting made Delirious jump in his spot on the grassy hill. Hands fumbled with the leather wallet Delirious held, which had been what had made it easy to sneak up on the student without him knowing.

“Wh-what the hell! Don’t jus-just jump up on someone like-like that.” The frown was a common look for the other student recently. Vanoss tried to ignore it when dropping down next to him, enjoying the softness of the grass. He wasn’t sure why he’d sought out Delirious; they hadn’t really hung out alone since their blowout argument. It just felt...strange. The tension was hard to ignore between them, and despite his best efforts, Vanoss’s mind couldn’t fully forget the kiss that Delirious had given him. Back then, he’d been angry and mortified, unable to understand why the kiss hadn’t felt as repulsive as he wanted it to. They’d fought, then reconciled, but the cloud of apprehension that surrounded them was unable to be ignored.

The worst part was, it wasn’t fear or disgust that made Vanoss so tense. It was confusion, uncertainty, and the subtle need for answers that made him avoid situations like the one he was currently putting himself in. It was clear, from Delirious’s inability to meet his gaze and his body twitches, that he was also nervous. For someone as neurotic as his classmate, that wasn’t normal. Delirious went into situations without abandon, which resulted in more disaster than success. But he did it with a good heart, and his candid nature was why most people generally enjoyed his company. It was why Vanoss had liked him, even when Delirious gave him the cold shoulder at first. Or, he’d thought that was why he’d always looked for the loud student, but now...

“Not my fault you're deaf,” Vanoss teased, hoping the words would be taken as a joke. The flustered noise that came from Delirious made him laugh, some of his previous tension melting out of his shoulders while listening to the other’s reply.

“I’m not! You’re just a-a ninja owl!”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“You don’t make sense,” Delirious grumbled, glaring toward the school’s athletic fields. Before Vanoss could ask what the other was doing alone, he picked up on the weird way Delirious yanked the wallet closer to his chest. It looked out of sorts, a dollar and the edge of some piece of paper hanging out the top as if Delirious had been looking through it. But why would he need to do that? Wouldn’t he know his wallet best? Curious, Vanoss leaned closer, holding his hand out.

“Hey, let me have a dollar.”

“Why?”

“Because I owe Wildcat money.” He wasn’t sure if that was true (probably was, he always ‘borrowed’ his friend’s cash when he forgot his lunch), but it was a good enough excuse for Delirious to believe. Delirious flinched back, hands clutching the leather tighter in obvious anxiety.

“Uh, I-I don’t have money,” he answered, despite the dollar bill hanging out of the fold.

“I can see it.”

“Well, I- there’s just- hey, don’t-don’t get so-” Vanoss shut down any other excuse when he pushed closer, his arm brushing against the firm shoulder next to him to reach for the wallet. The proximity seemed to distract Delirious’s reflexes, and he only tensed after Vanoss had gotten his fingers around the wallet in his grasp. “Wait!”

A spasm from Delirious’s wrist when their fingers brushed sent the wallet flying to the ground in front of them, rolling a couple feet down the hill. Random items poured out that had no business being there, like a gum wrapper and a paper that’s ink had obviously been ruined by some type of liquid. The dollar popped out as well, but that wasn’t what caught Vanoss’s attention.

“What is…” He was moving before he could think of finishing the sentence, unsure of how to process the final item that had spilled from Delirious’s wallet. The photo was old, edges crinkled and the image faded from the years that had passed. Seeing himself so young was surprising, but what truly caught him off guard was who else was in the photo. His little arm was wrapped around a younger boy, the blue eyes and wide smile far too familiar. Their faces were covered in mud, as if both had been playing for hours in the rain, but neither looked upset. If he was being honest, he looked...happier than he’d been in a long time. And as strange as it sounded, Vanoss remembered the moment captured in the photograph. He’d been young, so the face and name of his long lost friend had eluded his terrible memory years after he’d moved. But the feelings he’d had were permanently settled in his head. That day had been one he’d cherished. Delirious had never mentioned knowing him when they were younger. Except the picture proved he knew, from day one, who Vanoss was.

Why hadn’t he told Vanoss the truth?

“What is this?” Vanoss asked, slowly turning to Delirious in shock. Guilt and pain rushed through Delirious’s wince before he moved to grab his wallet, trying to throw everything back into the leather.

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, you...you keep a photo of us in your wallet? Why?” Vanoss’s eyes were wide while he stared at Delirious, who panicked and tried to shove the incriminating picture back into its spot. But stubborn as it’s owner, the photo refused to be hidden again, crinkling instead of sliding into the crevice.

“I-I just- it fell in there.” The embarrassment owned his friend’s voice, and the blue eyes that refused to make contact with him proved that this wasn’t something Vanoss was supposed to know about. Then again, with the strain in their recent friendship, the fighting, kissing (which they still hadn’t talked about) and the aftermath of the break-up with Ohm, Vanoss could understand the other’s fear.

“Del.” His voice tripped up on the nickname, not having said it since their fallout. The ghost of pain that shadowed Delirious’s face proved he’d noticed Vanoss’s hesitation in using it, too. It froze the frantic rush to hide the evidence, and Vanoss reached forward to cover the hand that clutched the picture. “We need to talk about it.”

“I can’t, so w-we should just forget you saw-that you’d seen it.” Delirious answered quickly, and the tremble of the fingers under his own proved to Vanoss that it was fear coloring his friend’s tone. He didn’t want to hurt either of them anymore than the mess of their previous fighting had. But Vanoss knew if he let this moment go, if he let Delirious shove everything back down, it may never come back into the light of day again.

“Does this have something to do with why you kissed me?” Vanoss finally asked the question that they’d been avoiding for weeks, ignoring how warm his face felt to stare Delirious down. A quiver of Delirious's lip proved he didn’t want to answer, but Vanoss held out long enough to force him to respond.

“Vanoss, if we’re fr-friends you won’t-”

“Are we friends?” Vanoss asked, watching Delirious jerk his head up in shock before continuing. “None of this feels friendly. Friends don’t have the tension we do. Friends don’t keep secret pictures of each other in their wallets, or spy on each other in bushes.”

“Wait, what?” The blink proved he didn’t know about Vanoss’s first moment of realization regarding his feelings toward Delirious. But that could be talked about after, along with the picture and everything else they’d hidden from one another. For now, Vanoss brushed his thumb against Delirious’s hand, feeling the softness of his skin. It was just enough encouragement for Vanoss to push his own comfort levels, meeting Delirious’s stare head on.

“Friends shouldn’t kiss, shouldn’t think about each other or feel butterflies when they touch.” Delirious’s eyes flickered down to their hands at Vanoss’s confession, which hadn’t separated despite the obvious tension in the conversation. He didn’t pull away, and when Vanoss felt the other’s thumb hesitantly hook around his, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Friends shouldn’t think about each other when they’re with other people. Because friends shouldn’t have...these types of feelings.”

“Vanoss, I…” Somehow, he knew what Delirious wanted to say. That he didn’t deserve Vanoss, that he’d broken their trust and ruined something good between him and Ohm. Maybe that he was worried what others would say about them getting together. What if their friends turned their backs on them? There were lots of problems that could come out of Delirious admitting what he’d been so desperate to hide before his slip up. Probably more if Vanoss accepted his confession. But Vanoss, feeling the clench of his heart when seeing Delirious’s shoulders slump, knew he didn’t care about anything but the boy sitting next to him.

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true. And I don’t mind that. I...I don’t think I want you to look at anyone else.” Slowly, Vanoss leaned forward, unsure if he’d be pushed away when his forehead brushed against Delirious’s. “That doesn’t feel like friendship to me. So if you kissed me because you like me, then you have to tell me. Don’t pretend you don’t feel the same way.”

“The same? Like, as in- yo-you like me?” Hope that had been so rare recently in Delirious’s eyes sparkled, and Vanoss glanced away to hide his own embarrassment.

“Don’t act so surprised-hey!” Vanoss shouted in protest when he was pushed backwards, gravity bringing both of them down the hill. Grass and dirt stuck to Vanoss’s jacket when he finally stopped rolling, the heavy weight of Delirious on him making it hard to breathe. The dizziness of the fall had him taking a moment to try and catch his breath.

But a second later proved the attempt was useless; his lungs lost their ability to function when Delirious leaned down, quick to capture his lips in a kiss. This time, there was no frustration, no bitter edge to the taste of the mouth pouring unspoken affection into the connection. Delirious’s hands were gentle, not forceful, cupping his face, tilting his head up from the ground to seal their lips closer together. A rush of endorphins clouded Vanoss’s mind, but his mouth didn’t need much prompting to accept the kiss. The murmur of athletes and students cheering on the fields in the distance were simple background noise to the quiet breeze that swept over them, lulling Vanoss’s body into a relaxed puddle against the grass. Delirious settled over him as one kiss turned into two, then another when Vanoss fisted his hand in the hoodie and pulled him closer. Finally, the sharp noise of the afterschool bell pulled them apart. Vanoss opened his eyes quickly, wanting to catch Delirious’s first reaction before he hid it. The awe he found staring down at him was unexpected, but a good sign.

“I like you!” The blurted out confession made Vanoss squawk in surprise, sure his face flushed in embarrassment.

“Don’t just shout it out like that!” He snapped, but Delirious’s smile proved that he didn’t mind the scolding. Carefree as the guy that Vanoss had fallen for, Delirious laughed loudly, pulling both up into a hug that Vanoss melted into much too quickly for the confession not to be reciprocated.

“I really like you, Vanoss.”

“Yo-you just said that, idiot.” He leaned his forehead onto Delirious’s shoulder, trying to hide his words into the thick fabric. “But...me too.”

They had a long way to go, which Vanoss knew from the slight nips of guilt still tugging at his heart. There was no telling what would happen when they left the hill they confessed on. Friendships were still tentative with their group, and neither knew how the others would react. They could have chanced everything for one moment of happiness. For now, they felt strong, but what if that wavered when reality set it? All of these thoughts were a possibility.

But peeking at the photo that sat innocently on the grass beside them, Vanoss had a feeling it was going to be okay.

#Anonymous #H2O Vanoss #H2O Delirious #VanossGaming #OTP Boys #<3 #Crimson Drabblez #BBHS AU #Kihorri inspired #she's just the best

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mirkysconcubinefiction · 4 years

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Quietly Jaded

Pairing: Omega!Peter/Alpha!Kingpin -- Omega!Peter\Avengers.

Summary: Peter Parker is an Omega masquerading as a Beta. A story of student loans, Avengers wanting Spiderman, Avengers wanting Peter Parker for his Omega status, and Peter just done with them. He doesn't need them - he already has an Alpha. Not the best Alpha but... Well... Fuck.

Tags: Major AU, ABO world, Heats/Ruts, Drug Abuse, Dark Personalities, College Peter, Dubious Consent, more added later.

Part 1

Peter hadn't always been the silent type. It grew on him with time. Losing friends, losing family, it was just easier to not talk than to talk - besides school there wasn't much to talk about.

Not like he could discuss being Spiderman?

With college dreams came college debt and even with grants and scholarships, student loans kept a roof over his head and food in his stomach.

Legally no one had to know his gender. He didn't act like most Omegas or Alphas so many people presumed he was a beta which wasn't a bother.

Betas were a safe median.

If Peter Parker was a Beta then so was Spiderman.

Hero's or vigilante's of justice weren't titles Omegas carried. Not that they were incapable but mostly the world was a shitty place and he was safer as a Beta than Omega.

No worries of being snatched.

No worries of his degree somehow being mishandled.

No worries of being treated like a damsel in need of a minder. Modern America, as progressive as any first world country, was still archaic in nature to a Omegas ability to cope outside of a Pack or Alphas knot.

It started as a curiosity or so that's how Peter saw it as. The Avengers paying attention to him was... Unneeded but the geek in him was intrigued.

First was Tony Stark aka Iron Man who appeared from nowhere one cool Autumn evening. It was a quiet night, the witching hour, a time where nothing really happened in the never quiet city. Sitting on a swing made from his webs he was eating a sandwich from his favorite bodega. The grandmother of seven never took no for an answer after he had saved her life and that of her children several times over the years and had even knitted him a scarf once.

Peter still had that scarf.

Mask pulled up to sit along the ridge of his nose he had sat staring out into the world with a gargoyle above him for company.

"You're softer than I pegged you for."

His senses didn't tingle and that alone kept him there, hanging like a booger from an impossibly high building, and taking a much deserved bite from his sandwich. A cuban torta with extra adobo.

"So. Kid. Got a name?"

Silence.

Peter chewed and ignored the floating man whose stare went from curious to frustrated.

"It's rude to not speak when spoken to."

Shoving the last of his food into his mouth Peter wiped the crumbs from his chin, pulled down his mask, and with a thumbs up, ripped an end of his webbed swing.

Plummeting like a bowling ball down... Down... And with a well-aimed (practiced) web swung himself away from sight. Iron Man wouldn't find him, not when Peter knew of a well hidden niche that he could slip into and not be seen or leave a heat signature.

Something that Iron Man was trying to do and Peter was grateful for his sensitive ears.

Next was Captain America. Decked out in his uniform and shield. It was a pretty wicked shield and one that Peter had caught before it could hit the cyborg that was destroying a nameless street of the city.

Spiderman ignored the shouts of 'traitor' and the arrows that followed him but Peter was more than a flexible arachnid. He was quite familiar with this street. It was the street that housed a shit ton of kids.

Kids that had loved it when he opened the fire hydrants or handed out frozen pops because Peter loved kids.

Not because he was an Omega.

Hell no.

He just loved kids. Kids loved him and thought he was cool.

Using the shield to block the occasional laser blast - because of course lasers - Peter lead the cyborg away. His webs helped to drag the thing and keep it from swinging wildly but Peter was more than bendy, more than, web's, he was strength and endurance.

While the others had stopped trying to kill him - yes those were kill shots - Peter managed to drag the hefty piece of machinery away. Feet digging into the concrete, one hand fisting a bundle of his webs as the other held close to a shield that left his hand tingly.

From the sewers a mass of crab like machines took the Avengers attention and as he finally reached an open area of an eight lane street Peter didn't panic when the cyborg finally broke free. The webbing shredding and as he fell from the slack Peter turned and tucked himself behind the shield in time for a powerful beam to hit the Vibranium and drag him backwards from the force.

Even in the face of death he thought it was cool. So cool.

This wasn't his first time facing a cyborg. A giant imitation of a man decked out in weaponry with a human brain attached in its center. Cyborgs bled green and their eyes were yellow pinpoints of awareness.

Cool but creepy.

Very creepy.

With one hand he sent out a web, latched onto a bus and swung it towards the cyborg that put all its attention to the massive vehicle, using each arm to fire laser beams - still so cool - missing Captain America's shield that hit where the brain sat.

Right side, 8 inches from the center, shield at a 70° angle.

A stream of green blood - plasm - and brain matter coated the streets. The shield hit the ground at a roll and lodged into the side of a brick building. A hair's breadth away from the man who had aimed arrows at his head.

Peter was sad that he missed. Not that he couldn't have killed the man but Spiderman had an image to keep up and he was sure kids were peaking through blinds.

If Hawkeye stared at the shield with wide-eyed 'what the fuck', Peter accepted that as payment.

Asshole.

Had Peter been... Well... Nicer... He would have thrown himself back into the fray helping the Avengers finish iff the crab robots except Peter wasn't that nice and he wasn't that forgiving.

Padding to the twitching machinery Peter took a moment to web himself a mat on the ground and take apart the cyborg. He was quick, knowing exactly what he wanted and where to find it, bundling it in his own web Peter pulled up the edges and folded the edges together and without a backwards glance he left.

Fuck the Avengers.

As Spiderman Peter had the nasty habit in bumping into random heros with hero size complexes and it got to the point where he just waved at the several who tried to stalk him.

They weren't as stealthy as they thought they were.

As Peter Parker there was no Avengers just debt and homework. The two worlds very rarely collided. Peter Parker was a nobody... Well... He was on the Deans List and top 12% of the university when it cam to grades even if his attendance was far from stellar.

Thankfully he had made a friend with a doctor who wrote really nice perfectly excusable doctor notes.

He had done the math. It would be a 2.8% chance he would catch the eyes of anyone Hero related. Nothing he did as a regular schmoe would catch anyone's attention.

Really.

Honestly.

Of course he never fraction in his own Parker Luck.

Fuck his Parker Luck and Fuck his inability to think properly after a near 27 hours of no sleep and a lab all to himself. At 1am he had the building to himself and the key card to prove it!

At 1 am and still wide-eyed with a brain that wouldn't shut off, Peter shouldn't have been allowed near anything that contained chemicals besides H2O. Instead he had 2 walls dedicated to his scribbles with a rainbow of color - thank you crayola - a pyramid of Styrofoam microwaveable ramen and a teetering tower of hot pocket boxes, and a keurig.

He had an unlimited - well half a box left - of hot chocolate to tide him over and a bag of mini marshmallows to keep the shakes away as he worked on his thesis. Technically his thesis was typed, edited, and awaiting a last read through BUT he was stuck.

He was so close to creating the perfect drug that he was vibrating with a desperate energy as his friends - the machines scattered around the room - worked to show him if his calculations were correct or he had to start again.

Staring at the board Peter needed to distract himself from the whirring and beeping. Headphones in place he jump started his bluetooth and filled the silence with his google playlist set to play his thumbs up.

As it was so late and he was alone in the building Peter didn't think singing along to his playlist would be a big deal. Being an Omega he had few quirks that were... Questionable.

Omega's were notorious for their allurement beyond their scent. Many were artists, creators of music, rhythm, designers, they were architects, chefs, Omegas were once considered Sirens and Muses of the God's... While Peter could sketch and recite the periodic table backwards and forwards he could sing.

There was something about his voice that could draw attention or put someone to sleep if he so wished. A lullaby sung softly and with his will alone he could hush a colicky baby in minutes much to the relief of the parents he had babysit for.

Peter blamed Toni Braxton.

Peter blamed the open windows to the lab.

Peter blamed the chaos that happened less than a mile away from the University and the Hulk that somehow broke away from the group and all but bulldozed himself to the lonely building off set from the rest of the school.

Peter blamed... Well... He blamed Tony Stark for being a nosy douche of a man and tuning into the voice singing a very heartfelt rendition of un-break my heart.

Outside the lab Tony watches as the Hulk shifts back to being just Bruce and the man is swaying, "Omega."

Tony's gaze swivel down to where Bruce is laid out on the ground, dazed. "What?" Had he heard the man right.

"Hulk..." It was difficult to speak so soon after a change but Bruce managed one more word, "Omega." And it didn't take much to put two and two together and Tony moved until he was hovering by the only window lit out of the building.

Hair a mess, clothes askew, ass perched on the a desk, sat a young man staring at a dry erase board and hands moved with each dip and rise. The boy was moving, a dry eraser in one hand and a purple marker in another as he wrote a different scribble.

Tony was smart, brilliant even, but even if he squinted he couldn't make out what was written. There was numbers with familiar sequences but even JARVIS who had scanned the room was at a lost and suggested the scribbles were a code.

Quiet filled the room and he took that moment to shush his team and soon another song had the younger man humming, head nodding to a beat.

"Send away for a priceless gift One not subtle, one not on the list Send away for a perfect world One not simply, so absurd In these times of doing what you're told

Keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart..."

Maybe he was just tired but Peter didn't feel the eyes watching him. There was no warning from his spider senses just a quiet madness as he darted through the room. The keurig churning out hot chocolates and fueling the madness of no sleep and rainbow scribbles.

A.M. comes with bright lights and failure.

It was tempting to swipe the board clean but Peter was passed out under the only desk that would block out the sun with his lumpy backpack as a pillow.

It's an awkward way to sleep but Peter isn't picky. He's slept in worse conditions, even upside down once, and he had a 48 hour hold on that particular lab.

The click of the door unlocking doesn't wake him. The tap of heeled leather Oxford shoes doesn't wake him as said shoes stroll through the room until they pause right where he was sleeping.

Eye's hidden by sunglasses worth more than all the textbooks he was sleeping on, Peter didn't notice the frown on the man's face or the flurry of texts the man was sending before he crouched and woke Peter with a gentle nudge.

What did wake Peter was his alarm on his phone. A far too loud alarm that startled him enough he jerked awake, banging an elbow and his head on the desk. Swearing a storm, mind addled by sleep, Peter fumbled for his phone and dropped it.

Blinking at the pair of dress shoes, Peter held his breadth as he looked up... And up... Into familiar brown eyes. "Who the fuck are you?"

An eyebrow arched, "Everyone knows who I am."

No. Spiderman knew Tony Stark. Peter Parker could care less. "Are you lost?"

"Nope." The man rocked on his heels, eyes gazing around. "Came to see you. Interesting finding someone like you here of all places."

Peter frowned, "I'm not squatting. I wouldn't be the first person catching a nap trying create something big."

"Big hu?" His hands slipped into his slack pockets, "the hot pockets are shit for your metabolism by the way."

"They're cheap and I'm broke. I'm guessing you wouldn't understand the concept of broke." Peter tried to lay back down and cover his eyes with his arm, legs folded.

"Yet with no full-time job you somehow have managed to chip away at your student loans. I'm impressed."

A warning buzz settles over him and Peter keeps himself as nonchalant as he can unwilling to give the Alpha the show of panic that he felt. "This is a school of side hustles. Take your pick and leave."

A moment passes in quiet but Tony doesn't leave. Why would he? "Quite rude." The man murmurs, "Is that anyway to..."

"Leave before I call security." Peter interrupts, "You're a strange old man alone in a room with a sleeping student, only perverts stay where they're not wanted."

"Pervert? Pervert!"

"Yes. Pervert." Arm dropping away Peter made a point to glare into the yellowish hue of the glasses. "I've asked you to leave and you refuse. You are not my professor or the janitor. This is my lab and either you picked the lock or bribed someone and I'll be sure to tell the Dean that a creepy old man was allowed into his building to harass a student."

"Actually this is my lab. I own this building." Tony expected some form of recognition instead he got snark.

"Did you piss on the wall or write your name on it like a petulant child?"

It's not often that Tony finds himself without words but his lips part in surprise before. He lets out a whoosh of air shakes his head. "For an Omega you're a mouthy little thing."

The quiet is met with Peter blinking and Tony waiting. If Peter was smart he would have immediately denied any accusation or stood in righteous anger... Instead the younger man laughed. "That..." Peter folded his hands on his stomach and grinned, "is quite a compliment thank you." Tony frowned and Peter batted his eyelashes. "I'm pretty enough to pass for an Omega has to be the nicest thing anyone has said to me this semester."

"Just this semester?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Yep."

The quiet stretched far longer than was comfortable and Tony sighed, "I have a proposition for you."

"No."

His carefully constructed speech and patience flew out the window as he was interrupted, "No?"

"No." Peter repeated, slowly. "N. O." He spelled out just in case.

"No? You can't tell me no."

"I can, I did, and I don't care." Peter frowned before he unfolded himself and crawled out from under the desk and brushed the dust off his wrinkled two-day old clothes, "Alphas who can't accept a no and argue over the word are a danger to society." Tony wasn't sure how someone that wasn't eye level could make him feel small.

"Do you know who I am?" The kid arched a brow, took a step back, and eyes him from the tips of his shoes to his perfectly coiffed hair.

"Yes." Tony preened, "You're a misogynistic ass hole who thinks you can walk into my lab unannounced and get away with harassing a student and bringing up genders as if the position of my scent glands justifies your casual dismissal of my constitutional rights. You can't belittle or coerce me into agreeing to anything you have to say based on your purse strings or that you imply ownership on a building that was built from multiple donations. If I was an Omega I have every right to kick you in the nuts and get away with scratching your eyes out."

Tony's lips pressed into a firm irritated line.

"Seeing as I'm not I'll just settle for telling you to get the fuck out of my lab or I will scream murder. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy, so keep your paws off my no-no spots."

It was unexpected, Tony twitched as Peter's hands touched him - shoved him really - right out the door. Tony would never admit to sputtering or tripping over his own feet as he was pushed out the lab and the door firmly locked behind him.

Confused and slightly embarrassed he adjusted his blazer and nonchalantly walked away. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy... the words are like oil and water, his skin tingles where the younger man's hand roamed, the heat that made that primal part of his brain rear up and whisper Omega.

Spiderman was an escape.

There was times when he could swing away his worries with dizzying feats of near deaths, the adrenaline rush doing more for him than any drug on the market.

There was times, like that morning, when he would climb to the highest point, tuck himself into a corner, and hide. He was a millennial with a safe space and it was the safest space to exist in N.Y.

Just him and the pigeons.

Times like this he wondered how far he could fall without instinct there to make him survive and carry on another day?

Curling in on himself he hugged his knees tight to himself and let the tears fall. It wasn't often that he cried but when he did it was usually quiet and when he was alone. No one could see him weak, no one could see him break, no one could... A trumpet broke his depressive silence. An unexpected noise at an impossible height except it was a drone.

The four propellers were whisper quiet and a white flag waved in the wind.

"Fuck." Summed it up.

A 3d hologram appeared and it was the image of Princes Leia kept him sitting, curious, vs jumping off the ledge. "Hello itsy bittsy spider."

Peter narrowed his eye's and flicked out a web, the drone was quick to swerve.

"You're cordially invited to attend a gathering..." Diving off the building was a better option than listening to Tony Stark invite him to a Tea Party as if they were friends. You don't forgive people who tried to kill you.

Especially if they didn't apologise.

Especially if they stalked you.

Since being bitten by a radioactive spider like some weird comic book character, Peter had gone through physical and mental changes. Presenting as an Omega had come later, in fact his first spike of heat happened during a particular difficult battle with none other than Kingpin himself.

It had been a gory fight with Peter having to plow through layers of underlings from normal everyday thugs to enhanced goons that were blood thirsty to get the bounty Kingpin had put on his head.

It was a hefty bounty too.

Just enough where Peter contemplated killing himself off for profit. Kingpin had been his usual boastful self and holding a weapon that was more sci-fi than the usual glock.

They had stood in a penthouse that had made him hyper aware he was dripping blood on the cream-colored carpet and the beautiful statues were judging him.

Kingpin had a spiel like all super villains and Peter had listened as his mind raked over how he would survive this encounter when the A.C. kicked on. Cool filtered air pushed from the vents, Peter had shivered as it passed over his heated flesh that peaked from the patches of bare skin, it had taken moments for that devilish curl of the Kingpin's lips to unfurl and something else come forth.

Kingpin was a force of human nature. Built by weights and sheer spite. He was aggression, darkness, he was the devil amongst demons, he was a pendulum that swung between the dark side of the underworld and the light side of a family man.

Most importantly.

Kingpin was an Alpha.

An Alpha tied to a Beta and a son.

Dark blue eyes shifted, bleeding red before the massive bulk of a man lifted the gun and fired a single shot. The sizzle of the blast prickled the side of his face as the beam shot over his shoulder and the thump of a body falling told him that his spider senses were off.

Peter had studied many things but Omegean Biology wasn't one of them. He knew the fundamentals like many but the liquid fire that pooled at the base of his spine and slithered its way up left him standing rigid and an ache between his legs had him hissing.

Peter didn't remember closing his eyes, he didn't hear Kingpin move, his senses were so out-of-order he flinched when a large hand settled atop his head. "Shhh." Peter felt himself tugged into Kingpins girth, it had made him tremble and a whine had escaped him.

Later. Much later. Peter would learn that the man who was intent on killing him had cuddled him on an impossibly massive bed, the Alpha crooning, hands that could bend steel caressed him like a lover would, and for three days helped him through his first heat.

"Call me Wilson. Wilson Fisk."

Awareness had come in doses. The feel of soft cotton against his bare skin, the slick between his thighs, the ache somewhere deep and personal, classical music played in the background drowning the hitch in his chest, relief had been a burst of gratitude as shaky fingers touched the familiar texture of his torn mask.

The stretchy fabric cover his nose an encircled his cheeks and curved along his brow, seemingly glued to his skin. Hair, ears, lips, and chin were as exposed as the rest of him.

Before Peter could sit up a hand came from no where and settled on his chest, thumb and finger digging into his collarbone as he was pushed back into the mattress.

Pliant.

Weak.

A mess.

Kingpin was a solid presence he hadn't noticed until that moment. Hard naked lines with impossibly wide shoulders and solid smooth skin with not a hint of hair except for two perfectly sculpted eyebrows that furrowed in contemplation. "Where do we go from here Spiderman?"

It had been when that hand slipped and encircled his throat did Peter feel his body involuntarily move. Legs splaying openly and back arching as a familiar haze of arousal overwhelmed the need to run.

Wilson was an exceptional lover. His first Alpha, his first Knot, Peter never expected to be the Mistress of his arche nemesis, he didn't expect to have heats that were bursts of short frequent intervals, he didn't expect the open invitation to spend it with the Alpha, and he didn't expect the absolute possessiveness of Wilson or just how much control an Alpha like Wilson had over an Omega like Peter.

"Save the world but you will not interfere with my organization and you will be my most prized possession."

It was a story twisted by biology, twisted by the illogical logic of an emotion one could say was love if you squint, and the reason Spiderman dressed as a different character jumped from the side lines and into traffic, using his strength to flip a car that was chasing the Kingpin.

It rankled something deep that the urge to protect made him feel like a villain and the mocking laughter of Kingpin getting away hit him hard.

Fighting The Avengers to keep the Alpha alive had never been part of the plan, watching the chase from a random store front window, hearing the helicopters, it was a spur of the moment decision to steal a face bandana with a skull smile and a pair of polarized wide swimming goggles.

Running fast and hard he didn't use his webs and instead focused on his natural talent and that primal urge to protect the knot-head responsible to keep him blissed out for his next upcoming heat.

Toe to toe with Captain America and the Winter Soldier was... Thrilling. As Spiderman there was an awareness of maintaining his cool but as a stranger with a cheap mask and flannel shirt Peter could catch the Winter shoulders Vibranium arm and force the man to the ground before kicking Captain America's shield and tossing the pompous soldier away like a rag doll.

Peter's body moves on auto pilot as he flips backwards and moves with grace and fluidity as a mess of weaponry aim for him. Between Iron Man's blasts, Hawkeyes arrows, Black Widows bullets, Peter feels like he's dancing on the edge of death and it leaves him feeling hot and aroused.

Slipping beneath an abandoned truck he sticks his hand on the underside and with hard pushes against the asphalt he uses the truck to plow through what traffic is left and holding his breadth Peter pushed up with his leg and the truck flipped, the roof smashing on the ground and catching sparks.

Letting out a whoop, his flannel shirt wafting in the air he grinned behind the mask as he surfed for a stretch of time before coming to a halt and with Iron Man trailing him Peter ran.

Hard.

Fast.

Through the city.

Forcing the Avengers to chase him and not Kingpin.

More later...

*Part 2*

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Ocean Child | Tom Holland

— omg can i pleease request one with mermaid/human au (kinda h2o au if you’ve seen it) where bestfriend!tom gets hurt and mermaid!reader uses her powers to help heal him and he kisses her after finding out shes a mermaid -Anon

Pairings: Bestfriend!Tom Holland x Mermaid!Reader

Featuring: Harrison Osterfield, F/n, B/f/n, other oc’s that I couldn’t be bothered naming cause they aren’t that important.

Summary: You use your powers to help Tom survive, by doing so he finds out your secret.

WARNINGS: jealous!reader, reader might have been the cause of Tom’s accident, drowning, light angst, kissing, friends to lover’s trope, mermaid stuff, bad end or writing.

Word Count:1915

A/N: YAS! I love that show, might have binged watched it! I’m going to use Cleo’s power which is Hydrokinesis, the elemental ability to create, control and manipulate liquid water at will. (also, in the second season she can control air and wind, so I added that too)

f/n= friends name & b/f/n= best friends name

Wasn’t going to post this until Monday, but it’s my b-day, and I’m feeling generous!

A faint scowl forms on your lips as you stared at the scene that was playing out in front of you. Tom was flirting with some girl, or well trying to anyways, he was leaning way to close to the railing of the boat, if he leaned anymore closer to the railing he would fall into the water. Which would be much better than watching him flirt with some girl.

You wished it was you he was flirting with, but unfortunately, you were stuck in the friendzone with him, and quite frankly you were terrified that he wouldn’t respirate those feelings back even if you did confess to him, you were terrified you would ruin your friendship with him.

The more you stared at the scene, the more the wind picked up, which caused the boat to rock back and forth, which caused Tom to lose his barring’s and fall from the boat and into the water. Your eyes widen as, watched Tom fall into the water, you couldn’t exactly manipulate the water and bring him back up to the boat, not when there where people on the boat.

The girl he was flirting with let out a blood-curdling scream, which honestly gave you a headache.

Harrison quickly jumped into the water, diving under the water in search for his best friend, by this point every person on the boat was at the railing looking to see Harrison resurfaces with Tom.

About five minutes later Harrison resurfaced with Toms unconscious body. Harrison with the help of Tom’s brothers Harry and Sam laid Tom on the boat floor carefully.

Guilt started to bubble up in your stomach as you watched Harrison starting to do CPR. Harrison stopped doing compressions, slightly hesitating with the next part. The mouth to mouth part.

“I will do it.” The girl Tom was flirting with spoke, you rolled your eyes at her, you definitely didn’t want to see her putting her mouth on his, so you did the only thing you could think of, you would use your powers to push the water out of his mouth.

Without so much of a second thought, you raised your hand up slightly and looked at Tom in concentration, cringing slightly at the feeling of the liquids inside Tom’s throat. Besides no one would be paying attention to you, all their attention was on Tom, not you.

Pushing aside the cringy feeling, you took control of the water that was in Tom’s throat and pushed it up, Tom let out a gasp, coughing up the water just as the girl was about to touch his lips. She let out a squeal of annoyance, taking a step back, while Harrison titled Tom to the side, as Tom coughed up the water some more.

Sam and Harry put dry towels around Tom, once he stopped coughing up water, he was shivering uncontrollably.

Your hand fell to your side, but you felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you towards the inside of the boat, where the boat wheel was.

“What the hell y/n, are you crazy? What if someone saw you?” your friend snapped at you. While your best friend crossed her arms. Like you, they were mermaids too.

“They were too busy looking at Tom, not me.” You defended yourself, rather weakly.

Your friend let out a scoff, before replying.

“That doesn’t matter y/n, if someone saw you, they wouldn’t hesitate in handing you over to a scientist.” f/n growled out.

“I’m sorry I was trying to save my friend’s life, next time I won’t use my powers again, I’ll just stand idly by and be useless, it’s not like I jumped in after him and flashed everyone my tail.” You growled out. By this point you and f/n were face to face. While your best friend was standing by ready to interfere.

Little did you and your friends know, that someone was eavesdropping on you and your friends. Tom wanted to find you, so you could comfort him, sure his brothers and his other best friend where doing their very best to comfort him, but they weren’t you, they didn’t have that magic touch that you did, so he went off in search to find you, and found himself eavesdropping in on your conversation with your friends. His eyes widen at the word tail, what were you and your friends talking about.

“No, you did a much worse thing then that, you used your powers in front of people without checking if the coast was clear.” f/n hissed.

“F/n, drop it, I am sure she didn’t mean to do that, besides she was just trying to save her other best friends life and in the midst of her panic to save him, she forgot to check her surroundings to see if anyone was watching her.” your best friend grumbled, giving her a pointed look, to tell her to back off. Though it didn’t work f/n gave b/f/n a deadpan expression.

“Are you seriously defending her? she nearly gave away her secret, she might as well have jumped in after Tom.” f/n growled out.

“I’m so sorry I saved his life.” You snapped, moving past them and heading towards the door.

“Y/n.” your best friend sighed, trying to reach her hand out to you, but you stormed out, not before giving f/n a death glare.

You stormed right past Tom, not noticing he was there. His eyes were widened at the news he just heard. You were a mermaid. You saved his life.

Tom waited a few seconds before following you, making sure your friends didn’t see him.

After a few minutes of searching for you, he finally found you walking slowly towards you, as you stood at the front of the boat, looking at the waves.

“Hey.” Tom spoke hoarsely, he hugged the towels closer to his body, standing beside you. You quickly wiped the tears away from your eyes, before you turned to face him.

“Hey, you, how you feeling? You gave us all a fright.” You spoke, giving Tom a reassuring smile, Tom felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach as he noticed your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“Little shaken up.” he replied, hugging the towels closer to him for warmth, as he studied your facial features.

“I bet, we thought you were a goner, then suddenly you cough up water, thank god Haz did CPR on you.” You rambled.

“I felt something, some sort of force it was like a magical force, pulling the water and making me cough up the water.” Tom explained, looking at you cautiously, as he examined your reaction, you quickly turned your attention towards the waves, gulping harshly. Your breath caught in your throat; you took a deep breath before answering him.

“Maybe you were just hallucinating, I heard people do that when they drown, I read it somewhere.” You babbled out, avoiding his gaze, as you continued to stare at the water.

“Y/n, I know.” Tom spoke, you felt your breath catch in your throat again, what does he know, that you are a mermaid, and you used your powers to save him, or your feelings for him? It felt like the whole world was closing in on you.

You took a deep breath, before turning to look at him.

“Know what?” you finally gasped out, blinking rapidly, Tom wet his lips before talking again, staring at you intently. God, you wanted to kiss his lips so bad.

“What you did, That It was you that got the water out of my throat, not Haz…-” Tom spoke, he quickly stopped himself from what he was going to say next, looking around cautiously before whispering the next words.

“I know that you’re a mermaid.” Tom finally confessed, making your heart plummet to the pit of your stomach, you felt your breath catch in your throat as you stared at him in shock. Tom looked at you with a look of concern in his eyes. The both of you staring at each other for a few minutes, before you let out a forced nervous laugh, shaking the shock of.

“Tom, you did swallow a lot of water, maybe, I think, it might have affected you, you should go to the doctor.” You sputtered out, slightly leaning on the boat railing, avoiding his gaze, you nervously tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ears.

“I know it’s true, I heard you arguing with your friends, and I know it was wrong of me to eavesdrop, but I wanted to find you, and well, I kind of wanted to know what you were arguing about-” Tom spoke, but you quickly turned around to face him, staring at him with wide eyes.

“You can’t tell anyone, Tom, not a single soul, not even your family, your friends, not even the girls you flirt with, future girlfriends, your future-.” You cut him off, only to get cut off by Tom’s lips pressing against yours softly, his hands cupping the side of your face.

You let out a content sigh, kissing him back, grabbing ahold of his wrists.

Tom pulled away after ten seconds. His whole face lit up with happiness.

“You have my word.” He promised. You smiled at him.

“Good.” You squeaked out, rubbing the nape of your neck nervously, as you shifted your weight from side to side.

Tom was about to open his mouth again when his brother’s voice cut him off. Making Tom rub the nape of his neck nervously, while his cheeks tinted a shade of red, while you averted your gaze back to the water, playing with the hem of your shirt nervously.

“Tom, there you are, mate I got you more dry towels.” Harry spoke, clearly not aware that he was ruining a moment.

Harry quickly to off the damp towels of Tom, then put the dry ones on him.

“There you go.” Harry announced, smiling at his brother then at you, his smile dropped, as he looked from Tom to you, noticing the awkward tension between you and Tom.

“Thanks.” Tom muttered, wishing his brother would leave already so he could ask you out.

A smirk toyed on Harry’s mouth.

“Am I interrupting something?” Harry asked.

“No.” you answered, rather way too quickly.

“Yeah.” Tom answered.

“Oh, right well I will just leave, just call out if you need more towels.” Harry spoke, he gave Tom a suggestive smirk, before turning around and walking away, leaving Tom even more embarrassed.

“I should probably go find f/n and apologize to her.” You spoke, looking up at him.

Before you could even think of leaving, Tom is gripped your forearm.

“Wait, do you maybe want to like go on a date sometime?” he asked, shifting from side to side, then rubbing his nape nervously. Looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yeah.” You replied quietly, Tom’s face lit up at your answer, letting go of your forearm, you quickly turned away and walked away from him. But Tom didn’t mind, he was too busy fantasizing about the date he would take you on, and the fact that you said yes, and you were a mermaid.

You leaned against a wall, bringing your fingers up to your lips and pressing them against them, a smile formed on your mouth as you thought about the kiss you and Tom shared, your heart fluttering at the memory as your lips tingled…

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