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phyneire · 2 years
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The fatui harbingers but as a yacht chartering crew. Tsaritsas captain, Pierros First officer, Signora bosun, Dottore, Capitano & Arlecchino are deckhands.
Interior would be Scaramouche, Colombina and Pantalone. Childe's the chef, lives in the galley, 'you come to me type chef.'
Sandrone and pulcinella are eh, i was thinking engineer for sandrone i really cant think of where to put pulcinella, if all else fails he can be the charter guest.
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Omg mighty nein below deck au!!!!
LMAOOOOO the chaos, the drama, the relationships, it's absolutely everythingggg. But imagine that instead of them being shitty and hating each other (though there is that sometimes) it's mostly just them fucking with each other and just being so fucking chaotic it's somehow more entertaining than the normal show.
But there's also extra layers of drama because some of them (Caleb) are more nervous about being filmed.
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appropriatelystupid · 8 months
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back in my box at work so it’s back to reading more than i have in the last decade
really helping fuel my au idea with this one
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bwoahtastic · 11 months
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Okay but Max first sharing a room eith an Alpha because they didn't know he was an Omega? Maybe Alpha deckhand/bosun Dan who is super nice but it's still a lot for Max and he sneaks out to sleep on the deck or in the pantry? Cos Dan's scent is so overwhelmingly Alpha and sure Max said he would be okay but it's scary!
He gets away with it until Toto finds him curled up somewhere 🥺
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lisenberry · 7 months
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Out there's a land that time don't command
E/1k/Haladriel Below Deck AU
🔥☕️🎃
Day 2
@hellghoulweek
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homosociallyyours · 2 years
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Below Deck Mediterranean just gave me the sweetest gay moment-- a guest and a steward falling for each other over the course of a charter, spending their one night off the boat talking to one another like nothing else mattered, and then deciding to save their first kiss for their first date... Only for the stew to look back and decide that no, that wouldn't do.
So he jumped out of the taxi and they ran to meet each other for a sweet, hot, lingering first kiss in the middle of the street. First date be damned.
Will they make it? They have more of a chance than every before deck boatmance I've ever seen, that's for sure.
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chicgeekgirl89 · 11 months
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Inspiration Saturday
Thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom​ for the tag!
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I have never in my life written an au. I am a canon girly. I don’t know how I got here 🤷‍♀️.
Tagging @irispurpurea​, @bonheur-cafe​, and whoever else would like to play!
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nightworldkrp · 2 months
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@ondeckhq:
ondeckhq - embark on the ultimate summer escapade with our exclusive yacht adventure across the captivating yellow sea and surrounding areas! ondeck roleplay is an original character roleplay based loosely on the tv show “below deck” taking place on discord. you do not have to have knowledge on this show to be a part of our roleplay; however, we do have a muse limitation of 28 total.
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Helloo, could you please do one with mermaid Thena and fisherman Gil, btw i love everything you write, you are amazing 😃🖤
Gil struggled as he toppled over the rail of the boat and got dragged down by the net he'd been trying to untangle. It was bad form to fall overboard on your own fishing vessel; he would get made fun of when he got back to land, for sure.
Gil tried to free himself from the gnarled mess of a net around his ankle. But it was already sodden, it was tangled and full of seaweed and ocean litter. It wasn't as light as he would like it to be, as he tried to stay in good distance to the surface, hold his breath, and search for his pen knife at the same time.
He hadn't gotten the chance to take in a deep breath when he'd fallen. He didn't have nearly enough air in his lungs. The water was dark, and even as he sawed at the ropes, he could feel that he was nicking himself, the salt water immediately stinging him.
His vision was failing him. He blinked, sure that he was seeing things when a cloud of white started coming toward him. Maybe something from the deeps had come up, sensing an easy meal in his struggling. He blinked.
She was beautiful.
Now he knew he was dying, or already dead. No way an angel like this was appearing here, and now. She was so pale, like a ghost (which he would soon be, Gil was sure). Her hair floated around her in thick locks of blonde--almost white. White like the shimmering scales along her neck, her clavicle, over her chest and then melding into a sparkling tail, complete with billowing white fins.
She watched him from just out of reach for a moment. She had no need to keep herself afloat, her body already accustomed to and designed for the water around them. Her tail moved idly as she examined him.
Gil let out his last puff of air, closing his eyes as bubbles filled his vision.
She was a merciful Angelfish, because she pulled him up to the surface. They hit the open air with a burst, the strength of her swimming outdoing his tenfold. Outdoing any human's, really. But Gil didn't take in a gasp of air as soon as they were up.
She patted his cheek before taking them back to his boat, first launching him back up to the deck of it before clawing and slithering and flopping her way onto it as well.
Gil grunted as she whacked his chest. It wasn't so much CPR as it was her punching him in the diaphragm. But it worked, and he spat up the water in his lungs and gasped for air. He panted, looking around the deck but finding that he was not actually in the afterlife yet.
She looked at him, still curious seeming, her tail slapping against the deck of his boat akin to how a foot might tap impatiently.
"You," Gil blinked at her--at the vision of beauty still before him. "You saved me?"
She eyed him, judging any number of things about him.
"I did."
Gil's brows rose until they couldn't go any higher. Whether it was the soft, velvety voice, or the English, or her slightly annoyed look at him. "W-Why?"
She almost looked like she wasn't sure of it herself. She crossed her arms, although her tail had to move around her to re-balance herself. She didn't exactly have a butt to sit on. Her eyes drifted to the rope net still attached to him. "I have been in that predicament before."
"O-Oh," Gil paled. Of course she had, and of course she had every right to be wary of him. He was a fisherman. Even if she wasn't friends with fish like in a certain animated movie, he was still a contributor to the detritus that was polluting her home. He didn't doubt that she'd been tangled in a rotting, abandoned net before. "Uh...sorry."
She blinked at him. Clearly she didn't expect an apology from him, not that global pollution was his fault anyway. But she uncrossed her arms, at least. "You seem different from the humans I've seen before."
She had interacted with humans before? Well, if she was bold enough to swim right up to him, relatively close to the surface and quite close to regular fishing grounds, maybe it was just in her nature. But surely someone would have said something!
Gil thought about the guys who would come back to port raving about seeing things in the water. Everything from beautiful women - sirens, they said - to massive koi with shimmering scales of wild colours. They always got denounced as having gone sea-mad, but maybe there was something to all this...
"Gil."
She tilted her head at him, this way then that. "You...have gills?--I've never read anything about that."
"No, no," he shook his head, holding out his hand to her. Her tail curled a little but he turned his palm up for her. "My name, it's Gilgamesh. But you can call me Gil."
"Gil," she said to herself. She tilted her head the other way, her - remarkably dry - hair slipping over her shoulder. "Thena."
He smiled at her, and earned quite a lovely smile in return. "That's a pretty name."
She blinked at him owlishly before returning her attention to the net around his ankle. "How did the fishermen get stuck in his own net?"
"Right," Gil sighed, dragging his foot around so he could finish sawing the thing off of him. He pulled up his sodden pant leg, examining the cut marks of where he had clumsily attempted to free himself of it underwater. "Well, I didn't realise they were tangled together, so when I cast out one, I didn't realise this one was going to drag me out with them."
Thena tilted her head this way and that as she watched him continue to try and saw at the thick bound ropes with a tiny pocket knife. She leaned forward slightly. "I can..."
Gil looked at her, curious as to what she could do and what it would entail. But he nodded, scooting forward as the more mobile of the two of them. He chuckled as Thena pulled his ankle right up to her face in her curiosity. "Don't get to see 'em often, I guess?"
She ran her fingers along the bones in his ankle with a certain fascination. "I've heard some can split their tails into legs to go on land. But I've never had a pair to examine for myself."
Gil blushed faintly as she tried to slide her hand further up his pant leg. It was fine, if a little ticklish. "Uh, Thena?"
"Sorry," she murmured, although he got the impression she didn't know what she was apologising for. She pressed her palm to his cuts. Her skin was amazingly soft and smooth, and his cuts closed themselves up before his very eyes.
Gil blinked, but the cuts were grown over and without even a scar left afterwards. He looked up at her, "can anyone do this?"
Thena released his leg back to his control and nodded, her fins moving idly almost how a human might fidget with their hands or wiggle their toes. "Most."
Gil just nodded, not pressing her about the mysteries of her ways of life. He settled on the deck again, still soaked to the bone, and freezing cold. But he couldn't pass up the once in a lifetime opportunity to hallucinate such a beautiful creature. "You've read a lot about humans?"
Thena's eyes drifted back to the waters, although she remained seated on the deck a short distance from him. "My friend and I. She comes up to the surface quite often to spy on them, although we tell her it will get her caught one day. Have you ever thought you'd seen a red snapper of inordinate size?"
Gil's eyes flashed and Thena nodded at his recognition. "It's basically a legend around here. People say there's a red snapper the size of a human child in the waters here. That's why so many fishermen have come over the last few years."
Thena sighed. "Makkari is the fastest swimmer in the seven seas, but she's a little brazen, swimming up to any ship she thinks has a funny name."
Gil couldn't help but note the irony of that, coming from the woman currently on a human ship. He looked down at that shimmering tail again, "is it safe for you to be above water like this?"
Thena flipped the end of her tail a few times. "Short amounts of time are fine. Those who can sprout legs can go entire days before needing to swim again. I have always wanted to try it."
Gil grinned. She was fearless, this Angelfish. "Well, I can't help you grow legs I guess, but, uh, if you want to know anything else about humans-"
Thena's eyes lit up and she leaned forward, pressing her palms to the deck and letting her tail stretch out behind her. "Truly?"
"Y-Yeah," Gil nodded. She was even more beautiful up close, all sparkling green eyes and glowing skin and pearly teeth...with little fangs. They were still kind of cute, though. "Anything you wanna know."
Thena leaned back as best she could, although she just wasn't made for manoeuvring herself on flat surfaces. "Could I...come see you again?"
Gil blushed. It was the first time he'd ever heard that from such a pretty girl, and it was so far from its usual meaning. He nodded, though. "Think you can find my ship again?"
Thena smiled, "yes, she's quite a lovely thing. You take much better care of her than the other fishermen out here."
Gil couldn't help the pride in him. Damn right he did! He polished and scraped her after every run!
"Would you," Thena paused, looking towards the water again. She waved her tail at him.
"O-Oh, uh, y-yeah," he stuttered, moving to his knees and holding his arms out. His hands hovered, unsure of where was safe to grab. "How should I-"
"Hey!" Thena squirmed as his hand landed on the scales at the top of her tail. He snapped the hand back, apologising. He supposed it was about where a human hip might be, maybe a little lower. Thena pulled him down by the shirt.
Gil held still, letting her clamber up to him until her arms were looped around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, careful of any possible fins on her back. It seemed to be quite human, though--just an expanse of soft skin.
Thena nudged her forehead against his jaw, "ahem?"
Gil cleared his throat, thoroughly flustered and red to his ears. He moved them to the railing of the deck, which had just failed him, but whatever. He lifted Thena from the small of her back, helping her perch on the rail with her tail stretched out and her hands on his shoulders. He reached up, placing his hands over hers. "Will you be okay?"
Thena smiled down at him, holding onto his shoulders as the ship bobbed lightly. "I'm just going home, Gil. I'll come and find you tomorrow."
Gil nodded, a vague panic welling up inside of him. She was saying herself that she could come and find him again, and he didn't doubt her ability to find him among any of the other boats in these parts. But he blurted out, "the island!"
Thena tilted her head at him, her tail twitching.
"I, uh, live on the island just off the mainland," he continued more sheepishly. "I have a little dock where I park the boat and stuff. If you're ever...swimming around over there."
Thena, amused by his humanness, laughed. It brought out a faint pink in her skin and he could see a little more of the fangs she had. They were indeed pretty cute. "I suppose I'll keep that in mind."
"Okay," Gil nodded as Thena leaned back. She held his eyes as her hands slipped from his. He watched as she threw herself back, twisting in the air so her hands could cut the water for her and her tail could follow last.
She turned on a dime, poking her head out of the water again to look at him with a cute smile. "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow!" Gil waved, watching her wave back before disappearing into the completely endless waters around him. He stood for a few more minutes against the railing, thinking about his day.
He still had plenty to do. It wasn't as if he'd caught anything to take to market, and he had to examine the net and see if it was salvageable after the cuts he'd made. And he was soaking wet, and really needed a good, real shower, and to get into some clean clothes.
But all he could think about were the things he could show Thena tomorrow.
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onesweetworld18 · 10 months
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nerosdayinanime · 7 months
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sabito Faggot Supreme
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mithrandirl · 1 year
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🌍😎🏆
🌍 What is your dream AU?
so many! below decks style reality show au where somebody is going undercover as deckhands to arrest a rich yacht guest but they get tricked into doing a reality show on the ship. also fives and yoda having a podcast. but that's just fact to me at this point.
😎 Who is your BroTP?
so many! fives and yoda (see above). ahsoka and qui-gon. ahsoka and wolffe. chopper and morai. so many.....
🏆 What do you wish more authors in your fandom would write about?
au's! or any sort of different setting than the norm! i am tired of tbb settings. and it really has to take a lot for me to get into a fic that isn't saying something with its choice of setting or style.
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appropriatelystupid · 2 years
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oh my god there’s a new entry into the below deck universe and the captain has a daughter named saskia so any attempts to not think about kmcg for 5 minutes has been derailed
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bwoahtastic · 11 months
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Below deck a/b/o au WHEN?
EXCUSE ME ANON ARE YOU COMBINING THE THINGS I LOVE MOST IN THIS WORLD?!
Ofc Omega Nico R has to be the chief stew, bitchy but so good at his job! Charles as second stew, an Omega too and a little clumsy but he has the spirit! And then as third stew maybe beta Val? Honestly just vibes doing laundry and not talking to guests <3 or an Alpha stew would be so good!!
The chef being Alpha Dan or Jenson? Someone cheeky and flirty and just so unserious but also great st their job!
For the deck team there HAS to be an Omega!! Maybe Max who is young but just took over the bosun position and is very talented, just not everyone has taken him serious in the past. For sure alpha Pierre is in tbe team too and Max has to beg the Alpha to keep his shirt on lmaoo.
And captain alpha Kimi maybe? He threatens to jump off the ship any time his team is annoying, whoch is often kwksk
Honestly give me all your ideas for this I AH I need this!!
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cranberrymoons · 5 months
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i'll be home for christmas
prompt: no upside down au (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: t word count: 909 words tags: flirting, bartender eddie, college student steve
welcome to Day 9 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!
Nancy dumps him a few months after he moves away for school, and so he doesn’t come home that summer or the one after that, until a couple years have gone by and he ends up stuck back at his parents’ house during Christmas break. 
He hasn’t seen them in a while, but truth be told, he’d kind of rather just be back in South Bend hiding out in his dorm or maybe at the bar with Robin, the only other person from Hawkins who’d ended up at Notre Dame. He hadn’t even known her before they were there, and she’s a year below him, but – whatever. When you leave a small town, you sort of tend to find each other after a while.
She’s not there right now, though, so it’s not like it really even makes a difference. She’s off on some trip with her own parents, one that they take every other year, back to visit her mom’s old hippie friends in Berkeley, because Robin has the sort of parents who have old hippie friends back in Berkeley. Maybe Steve could just get adopted by them, and then he'd never have to come back here at all.
Anyway.
He’s here now. That’s the problem.
And of course he got into a fight with his dad on the first night back. Of course he did. I wasn't even over anything worthwhile, just – Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. He doesn’t even care, just. He really does hate his dad sometimes.
He clenches his jaw in rhythm to the song that’s playing from the tape deck in his room, turns his head on the pillow to squint at the glowing red alarm clock in the corner. 
8:50 PM
It’s barely even nighttime. He can’t just sit here like this, like he’s waiting for his parents to leave, because they’re not going to fucking leave, so maybe – maybe he should –
He catapults himself off the bed and reaches for his keys on the dresser, shoving them in his back pocket before he can overthink it. Down the stairs, slipping into his shoes by the door, shrugging into his coat. Calling over his shoulder that he’s going out, don’t wait up, and –
He doesn’t actually know where he’s going, but he gets in his car and starts driving. Just drives until he ends up parked in front of the Hideout, the run-down little dive bar on the complete opposite side of town. 
It’s open, and there are a few people hanging around out front, so he turns off the car and goes inside.
It’s dark in here, the ceiling low and the music kind of weird and more guitar-y than he’s used to, but it’s medium-crowded in a way that makes him feel like he can probably just grab a seat at the bar and blend in and not have to worry about anyone trying to talk to him about –
“Harrington?”
Fuck. 
He turns with a big fake smile on his face, prepared to deal with Tommy, who he hasn’t seen in at least a year, or maybe even Billy, who he hasn’t seen in about as long. Worst of all would be the Byers kid, the one he got dumped for, but Jonathan’s probably not bold enough to actually say anything to his face, but still. The last person he expects to find is –
“Munson?” 
Eddie gives a little jerk of his head and drops a dish towel over his shoulder. He braces his hands on the opposite side of the bar, arms spread wide, and Steve’s eyes flicker down, just for a beat, to the way the thin cords of muscle flex under his skin where it’s lined with a twisting pattern of black tattoos.
Eddie clears his throat, and Steve sucks in a breath, blinking back up to his face. Eddie raises his eyebrows. 
“What’ll it be?”
“Um. Just a – beer, whatever,” Steve says as he tugs his coat off and slides onto a stool. “You work here?”
“No, I’m just a really creative burglar,” Eddie says. He reaches for a glass and pulls the tap as he eyes Steve up and down. “Playing the long game. If I stand back here long enough, they’ll stop noticing me, and that’s when I strike.”
He sets down the drink and slides it across the bar, and Steve grins as he accepts it, letting out a surprised laugh. 
“Well now you’ve given it away,” he says, raising his eyebrows as he takes a sip. “Your plan is ruined.”
“You’re going to turn me in?” Eddie asks. He folds his arms over his chest and leans back against the countertop behind him, and Steve’s eyes drop down again like he can’t help it. “What if I cut you in? Ten percent?”
Steve feels a pleased little flush wash over him as he looks back up to Eddie’s face, shoulders relaxing as he takes another sip of his beer. Eddie’s smile is slow and a little sweet, and it makes something in Steve’s stomach do a weird little flip. He tears the corner off a bar napkin to distract his hands from fidgeting too much, and leans forward across the bar. He narrows his eyes.
“Twenty.”
Eddie’s smile grows. He lifts his chin. “Fifteen, and your next beer’s on me.”
Steve laughs, feeling a warm glow settle in his chest. “Sounds like a deal.”
[also on ao3]
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joelalorian · 6 months
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Masterlist
Series
Tides of Desire
Complete: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.
Chapter One - A Prelude to the Open Sea
Chapter Two - The Adventure Begins
Chapter Three - The Cut of One's Jib
Chapter Four - Cut and Run
Chapter Five - Red Sky in Morning
Chapter Six - Edging Forward
Chapter Seven - From Stem to Stern
Chapter Eight - As the Crow Flies
Chapter Nine - Close Quarters
Chapter Ten - On Your Beam Ends
Chapter Eleven - All at Sea
Chapter Twelve - Turn the Corner
Epilogue
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Fall Into Me
dbf!Joel x f!reader, ongoing
Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.
Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.
Chapter One: The Day That I Met You
Chapter Two: It All Turned Around
Chapter Three: No Mirror for Monsters
Chapter Four: Until I had met you there was no sun in my sky
Chapter Five: My whole world came alive
Chapter Six: And I knew my heart wasn't mine
Chapter Seven: I'll Catch You Darlin'
Chapter Eight: We'll Dance in the Street like Nobody's Watching
Chapter Nine: I'd Fall for You Twice if That's What You Wanted
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One-shots
Lost Cause
Summary: Joel thinks you shouldn’t waste your time on him. You disagree. Oneshot.
Warnings: Explicit MDNI; Jackson-era Joel; canon-ish but also not; drinking; mentions of cigarettes, drugs, dark thoughts, and death; unprotected p in v; oral (m and f receiving); interesting use of red wine; unspecified age gap; despair and hope.
Inspired by the song Save Me by Jelly Roll. Some of the lyrics have been woven into the story.
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