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👑 Prince AU: Headcanon

₊˚⊹♡ Prince!Shawn Michaels x Commoner!Bret Hart ♡⊹˚₊

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: Shawn, a 28-year-old prince, and Bret, a 35-year-old farmer, live completely opposite lives. But despite their difference in social status, their paths cross in ways they least expect.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: Welp, this was supposed to be a short HC, but as always, I got carried away with writing, lol. Had this idea for some time, but never got around to it. Cleaning out my drafts, so more of this to come!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn is the Prince of Asteria, a large kingdom that’s been ruled for many centuries by the McMahon family. Shawn’s the first-born son under the reign of King Vince McMahon II. As the oldest child, he was technically next in line to the throne. But he caused quite a stir after voluntarily relinquishing his title and royal duties as Crown Prince to his better-suited younger brother, Prince Shane.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Since the age of five, Shawn had been groomed to one day lead the kingdom. His adolescence mainly consisted of etiquette classes, diplomatic meetings he was too young to care for, and studying to receive the highest grades in his class, his family expecting nothing less. He’d never been given the opportunity to just be a kid which later led to a lot of resentment towards the monarchy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He grew into a rebellious teen, garnering the reputation of being the ‘rowdy royal’, a title that stuck with him even into adulthood. He had no desire to become King of such an establishment, nor did he desire to take on the added pressure and duties for a title he didn’t even want. So when his more responsible brother came of age, Shawn gifted him his Crown Prince status, stepping down to accept just the title of Prince.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn had already been on thin ice after making numerous headlines in newspapers for his rebellion, debauchery, and endless scandals that the family has had to sweep under the rug. But the embarrassment of Shawn forfeiting his crown was the final straw for the royal family. Vince was pressured by the royal counsel to marry Shawn off to a well-respected bachelor, someone who would be able to tame the wild prince as well as bring honor to the family. So Vince gave Shawn an ultimatum: Get married or get stripped of his royal status.

"A bit dramatic, don’t you think,” Shawn mumbled, sinking further into his chair as he endured his father’s scolding. “This family has suffered enough from your selfish misdeeds – public intoxication, drug scandals, spotted in male brothels. Now this?! Has our reputation not suffered enough scrutiny?" “So, you care not if I marry out of love, but to merely save face?” “You’ve left this family no choice! You are to marry before year’s end or you shall forfeit your royal standing.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn was reluctant to agree, but being stripped of his status meant being disowned from the family. Just the thought of never seeing his sweet younger sister, Stephanie, hurt just as much as the thought of not being able to annoy his little brother, Shane, anymore. He rarely saw them as it was being that they were both busy with their own lives. Shane had married a lovely young princess from another Kingdom, while Stephanie was in the midst of being courted by Lord Hunter Helmsley, a childhood friend of Shawn’s. Both of his siblings seemed happy with their significant others, so Shawn figured it couldn’t be so bad. Right?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ So he agreed to the bogus request, but on his own terms. Shawn negotiated with his father on the pool of suitors. He wanted to include commoners. “We’d be the laughingstock of Asteria!” was the King’s first response. But when the prince didn't budge, he eventually agreed knowing that a commoner wouldn’t be able to woo his son anyway with his expensive taste.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Word spread rapidly throughout the kingdom and beyond at the announcement of Prince Shawn’s suitor selection, and more importantly, the possibility of those other than royals being given the chance to court the young prince.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret tightly gripped at the newsletter, the paper crinkling from pressure as he read the headline. His family, a long line of crop farmers, had worked for the royal family for many decades delivering fresh crops to the royal chef. He’d caught glimpses of the prince one too many times during his delivery runs but never had the chance to talk with him. Not that he’d even be allowed to with the number of guards that roamed the place.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret lived in an overcrowded wooden home on the outskirts of their village. Although the home was tiny, it sat on a large plot of land with plenty of room to grow the various crops they sold in the market.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Bret was encouraged by his family to attend the banquet, though some had their own selfish reasons which became apparent after one of his sisters mentioned they’d be ‘set for life’ if Bret married into wealth. His younger brother, Owen, seemed to be the most genuine in his efforts to persuade Bret on attending the event.

“You have nothing to lose. And you’re only getting older.” “Thanks for the reminder,” Bret playfully rolled his eyes. “But how would I even get there if I did decide to go? What would I even wear?” The only mode of transportation was their family’s carriage that they used to move their crops to the market. He glanced down at his tattered clothing, dirty from a day's work, noting that the attire wouldn’t be appropriate. Owen grinned, “Don’t you worry, dear brother. I have a plan.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Owen convinced the village seamstress to allow Bret to borrow a nice suit. “It’s for love, Lucille! Do it for love!” Needless to say, Lucille agreed just to get Owen out of her face. But getting transportation hadn’t been as easy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret was the last to show, nearly arriving late to the palace after hitching a ride with from friendly villager. The villager’s horse wasn’t the healthiest and it wasn't able to travel up the palace's steep pathway. So Bret was dropped off as close as the horse would allow, but it was still about a mile walk up the densely wooded path towards the palace gates, then another mile until he reached the palace itself.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret had been the only commoner to arrive, many not having the resources to attend the event even if they wanted to. He immediately felt unwelcome upon walking through the large gold-plated doors. He felt as if all eyes were on him, honing in on his slightly disheveled look, sweat dampening his back from his unexpected hike. He was directed to the throne room filled with the world’s most elite bachelors, some residents of Asteria and others even traveling from other kingdoms all over the world for the opportunity to court the prince.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Champagne?” A worker asked which Bret politely declined. He wasn’t sure how to behave in such a setting. He awkwardly sat in the room, looking around wondering if he’d made the right decision on coming there.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The suitor selection process wasn’t as exciting as Shawn had hoped for. He expected to have a room full of attractive men throwing themselves at him, yet he sat at his throne bored out of his mind as man after man introduced themselves to him and his parents. If anything, some seemed to want to impress the king and queen more than Shawn. It was almost an hour in when someone finally caught his eye. A tall man dressed in dark clothing with a daunting aura about him. Shawn’s interest came purely out of curiosity as the man introduced himself as the Duke of Death Valley, Mark Calaway. It sounded scary. But Shawn was intrigued.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Next to peak his interest was an older gentleman, much too old for Shawn. The man introduced himself as King Richard Flair of Arcadia. “But you can call me, Ric, dear Prince.” The man was handsome. But Shawn was more interested in draining his wallet during the courtship than tying the knot.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ But it was the final man that interested him the most. Chatter in the banquet hall quieted down when the last suitor stepped forward, snide remarks coming from the royals as it became apparent that the man before them was of no noble standing. He introduced himself as Bret Hart, a crop farmer from a nearby village, Beauville, which seemed to only cause more murmurs to spread amongst the room:

“My word, a commoner really came,” said a hushed whisper. “How pathetic.” “Poor boy actually thinks he has a chance”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn heard a few of the comments, not the least bit amused. Unlike his wealthy comrades, he didn’t care much about status. He treated every common person with respect, oftentimes enjoying their company more than the pompous bastards he was forced to deal with. “Enough”, he said, the room quieting as he stood from his throne. He thanked everyone for coming, announcing that there were just three men he wanted to move forward with.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He walked throughout the room, a few men getting their hopes up when Shawn stopped in front of them just for them to deflate as he moved on to the next. He stopped in front of Duke Mark, announcing him as the first suitor, which received a few applause. He then moved on to King Ric which received a louder round of applause. His last decision came after much deliberation, the prince walking around the room and circling back before stopping in front of Bret – the commoner.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret had been staring at the ground wondering why he thought he stood a chance when Shawn stopped in front of him. His heart nearly leapt from his chest when he looked up to see the beautiful man standing so close to him. Shawn gave him a gentle smile, one no other man in the room was given the luxury of seeing, as he announced Bret as his final pick. Confusion filled the room, barely any claps following the announcement, and the few that did were done so out of politeness.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The king and queen held their best poker as their royal peers look at them wondering what had gotten into their son. A mysterious duke. An old, widowed king. And a village commoner? The only comfort was knowing that two out of three suitors were royals. The Duke came from a wealthy family and owned lots of land. King Ric was known to live a lavish lifestyle. Both men surely offered more to his son than the commoner ever could.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ An official declared, “The Prince’s selections have ceased. For the men who have not been called, your carriage awaits. Thank you for your consideration.” After the room clears out, King Vince says to the men that “You’ve each been afforded the privilege to court my son, Prince Shawn. Let it be known that the prince holds the right to cease the courtship at any moment.” The king really wanted to avoid that. “You shall look forward to receiving correspondence from the royal court on your courtship duties. Have a good evening, gentlemen.” The men bowed, Bret a step behind, before being escorted out of the room.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ After the men left, Shawn got into a heated argument with his parents, the few guards in the room awkwardly standing by in the crossfire as the King and Queen berated their son for his poor choices. They thought Shawn bypassed men who were better-suited, and Shawn was offended that they questioned his taste in men. "If you're going to marry me off, I should at least get a say in who I choose!" But shit hit the fan when the King brought up Shawn's ex-fiancé, Marty Jannetty: "We wouldn't even be in this mess if you'd have committed to Lord Jannetty!"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥To be fair, Shawn hadn't told his parents the extent of everything that led to him calling off the engagement. But he was offended by his parents’ audacity. Shawn stormed off, his past with Marty too painful for him to comment on.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He sat at his bedroom window wishing he lived a simple life. Wishing he’d been born into a family that worked hard for their money rather than generating wealth by charging outrageous taxes to its residents. He longed for a life where he didn’t have an entire nation scrutinizing his every move, where he didn’t have such high expectations to live up to. As he reflected on his life, his attention was drawn to someone walking down the long windy road leading away from the palace. It was the commoner, Bret. Why is he walking, he thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shawn quickly headed down, bypassing the confused guards as he made his way out the door. Sebastian, the most senior guard for the royal family, trailed behind him saying, “Prince Shawn, we can’t let you wander out alone. You’re not allowed to interact with your suitors before courtship-” Shawn waved him off saying he’ll be fine as he continued his stride towards Bret. Bret heard a faint “Hey, wait up,” turning to see the prince jogging towards him a bit out of breath with a beam of sweat trailing down the side of his head. Bret quickly came to a stop, guilty that he had the prince chasing after him in such extreme heat.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Prince.” Bret quickly remembered his formalities and moved to bow, but was stopped by Shawn asking in concern, “Are you walking home?” Bret blanks, not wanting to admit that he didn’t have a ride. But he also thought it wasn’t wise to start off his courtship lying, so he nodded. Shawn probed, “Why?” Bret stalled before saying, “My carriage’s being used for crops today. So I lucked out on a ride.” Bret felt a little pathetic. The feeling worsened when he watched the other suitors leave in fancy, decked out carriages just moments before.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret was expecting a judgmental look, but Shawn only nodded in understanding. He gave a gentle smile before saying, “Well, we have plenty. I can’t believe no one saw to it that you got home safely.” The blond was honestly ticked off. He didn’t know if his staff did it on purpose or not, but there should be no reason Bret was even allowed to walk out of the palace's gates in the first place, and Shawn intended on letting everyone know about it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret instantly turned down the offer, not wanting to worry the prince saying, “It’s ok. I walked on the way up.” That certainly did not calm the prince’s worries. “Like that’s any better,” said Shawn, glancing back at the guards who were shamelessly watching from afar.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.” “Oh, no it’s really ok-” “No, I insist. I’m not sure how far you live from here, and it’s still pretty hot out. I can’t have my potential husband having a heatstroke, can I?” Husband. The word alone made Bret's heart skip a beat. “Come on,” Shawn said again as he waved Bret forward. “Don’t make me beg.” Bret smiled softly saying "Ok, if you say so."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ They walked a slow pace back to the palace, purposely done so by Shawn so he could lengthen his conversation with the commoner. He knew he was breaking the rules of his courtship, but he was pissed, though he did a good job at hiding it. Fuck them and the rules they created, he thought. “What was it that you said you did again,” he asked.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret was also aware of the rules, knowing that he shouldn’t be having a full-blown conversation with the prince until their courtship officially began. However, the prince was leading the conversation. And as a mere commoner, it was considered rude to ignore royalty. So he answered.

“My family and I grow and sell crops for the village. Anything from grains, to vegetables, to fruit. We grow it all. I'm also tasked with delivering crops to the palace.” “Wait,” Shawn halted, exclaiming in excitement, “your family grows those delicious strawberries in the summer?!” Bret's smile widened, finding the prince's excitement cute. He nodded, “Yes. My mother and sisters mainly tend to the fruit, but I help out where I can.” “Aww, that’s nice.” Shawn noticed them getting closer to the palace, so he walked slower before asking, “Are you close with your family?” Bret took a moment to think on it, wanting to be as honest as possible without saying too much. “For the most part. There’s a lot of us, so I guess it’s safe to say I’m closer to some more than others. What about you?” Shawn slowed to a stop, twisting his lips in contemplation, prompting Bret to quickly utter, “Forgive me for asking-” “It’s ok. It’s…complicated.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ They reached the palace to see the king and queen standing at the steps with disapproving looks. Bret watched as Shawn left his side to head up the steps, engaging in a hushed conversation with the king and queen. Although he couldn’t hear the conversation, it didn’t take much to know they were talking about him. Shawn motioned his way before pointing to the staff around them. “Should’ve offered him a fucking carriage” and “absolutely unacceptable” were the only legible sentences Bret heard slip through before the blond was hushed by the queen.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ With the conversation seemingly over, Shawn stormed into the palace, pissed that he wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to Bret. The king and queen kept their faces neutral, still trying to save face as they headed back into the palace. A royal official then headed over to Bret saying “On behalf of the royal family, we’d like to extend our sincerest apologies, Mr. Hart. A horse and carriage is being arranged to ensure you arrive home safely.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bret thanked the man just before he heard horses galloping his way with a carriage in tow. As he’s taken away, Bret looked out the carriage’s window to get one last look at the palace. He saw Shawn standing on a third-floor balcony, the blond looking gloomy until his eyes met Bret’s. A warm smile spread onto his lips as he gave a wave. Bret smiled as well, heart fluttering as he waved back until the prince was out of sight. Shawn sighed wistfully as his mind lingered on Bret, the crop farmer with the delicious strawberries.

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It's autumn with them

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Characters: Chuuya, dazai, ranpo, tetchou, akutagawa, tachihara

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: none

A/n: I'm already in the autumn/halloween mood, and it's not even august yet😭☕️.

🍁 Chuuya 🍁

Chuuya would cuddle with you on the couch watching your favorite scary movie. He would yelp at the jump scares, then lie and say he didn't because he's not a wuss.

Chuuya would watch the autumn rain with you while drinking hot pumkin lattes.

Chuuya would bring you to pumkin patches and lose you in the corn maze.

Chuuya would go to starbucks with you to get the autumn beverages. Then go shopping together for autumn outfits.

🍁 Dazai 🍁

Dazai would make homemade pumpkin pie with you just to steal some of it.

Dazai would make sure you both wear matching halloween costumes.

Dazai would stop to pet a black cat on your walk down a path in the orange and red woods.

Dazai would bring you outside to play in the autumn rain. Then, afterward, take a cozy apple sented shower together.

🍁 Ranpo 🍁

Ranpo would make sure to buy you all of his favorite halloween themed candy.

Ranpo would spoil all of the scary movies, so instead, you both carved pumpkins.

Ranpo would make you bring him to all of the mini autumn shops in downtown. He'd later got carried away, though, and grab you by the hand, pulling you to the shops he wants to look at.

Ranpo would only eat the whipped cream on his pumpkin pie. He'd then give the rest to you.

Ranpo would run ahead of you on sweet autumn walk and shout to you all the amazing thing he sees while pointing to them. You then would lift up your camera and capture the beautiful shot.

🍁 Tetchou 🍁

Tetchou would see you still hungry after eating your thanksgiving meal and would give you his portion.

Tetchou would lay a nice freshly washed and dried blanket on you while it's still warm as you sleep on his shoulder.

Tetchou would promise to take you to a pumkin patch. He ended up losing you 10 times before he called it a day.

Tetchou would let you pick out his outfits when you both went on autumn dates.

🍁 Akutagawa 🍁

Akutagawa would watch scary movies with you, but every time you jumped, he told you that you're being a baby. He later got embarrassed when he got scared near the end of said movie.

Akutagawa would ride on the hayrides with you and act like he hates it. Though after a while, you catch him smiling at the scenery.

Akutagawa would fall asleep easily on rainy autumn nights. You would cuddle him while he softly snores in your arms.

Akutagawa would take halloween very seriously but would act like he could care less. Though when it's time to knock on the doors, he gets nervous and acts you to do it.

Akutagawa would sit at the island counter and peacefully watch you make autumn pastries. Spooky halloween music would be playing in the background as akutagawa tries to sneak some samples, then gets mad and lies when he gets caught.

🍁 Tachihara 🍁

Tachihara would challenge you to see who'd escape the corn maze first. To which he ended up getting lost in.

Tachihara would go on a midnight autumn ride on his motorcycle with you. You would point out places you'd like to stop, and he would. You'd hope off, take out your camera, and take calming pictures of him under the autumn moon.

Tachihara would call out all of your friends just to have a pumkin carving competition. To which tetchou came first, you second, and teruko came third.

Tachihara would playfully dip his pointer finger in whipped cream and then poke you in the nose, leaving a dot of whipped cream.

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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒉.𝟓 (𝑷.𝑺𝒉)

✧.*Summary  ✧.*-Due to olden traditions, you’re sent off to be a sacrifice to an unseen beast on an island far from home. You’re not exactly the one to go down without a fight and you promise when you get yourself out of this situation, you’re going back for revenge.

After an encounter in the ocean and arriving on the island in question, you collect yourself and begin making preparations to get yourself off of this island.

All while being watched over by a pair of unfamiliar, narrowed emerald eyes.

✧.*Pairing  ✧.*-Siren!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

✧.*Genres  ✧.*-Angst, Romance, Smut, Action, Fantasy, Survival, Slight Horror Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Siren AU, Monster AU, Enemies to Lovers

✧.*TWs  ✧.*-Guilt, Intimidation, Stabbing, Blood, Biting, Pregnancy (Oh Look, the Consequences to our actions-)

✧.*Sws ✧.* - Creampie, Chase Kink, Cunnilingus, Breeding Kink (Yall look what all that stuffed poosi did-), Double Penetration, Monster Anatomy (Double Cocks), Scent Kink, Fingering

✧.*Rating  ✧.*- Explicit (18+)-Minors DNI

✧.*WC  ✧.*-+ 11.9k

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“It’s time to wake up, my love.” 

You feel lips against your head and grumble, tucking yourself firmly against the warmth pressed against your cheek. There’s a deep chuckle that rattled your bones and for a moment, you are under the wrong assumption that you’d be able to go back to sleep. 

Instead, you’re lifted clean up, and your eyes snap open, large and silver as you scramble to hold onto the giant so rudely mocking you with his dumbass handsome face. 

“Good morning, Y/n.” 

You stare at him, unimpressed, and for a moment you lament not being able to shift into your SeaBorn form at will. You’d found slapping Seonghwa with your tail was surpiringly effective when it came to him teasing you. 

You could only do it when wet, though. 

For now. 

Speaking of wet, you blush feeling a distinct wetness run down between your legs, reminding you of last night's messy love making. You huff, crossing your arms as Seonghwa held you up off the ground. 

“How wrong are you going to hold me up?” 

Seonghwa looked at you for a moment in confusion before he chuckled. 

“Long.”

You arch a brow. 

“Yes, you’re wrong.” 

He shook his head, gently, touching your lips. 

“You’re still getting used to your new language. Here, follow me.” 

Seonghwa repeated the sentence and you flush, realizing your clicks had, in fact, been off. You’d come a long way since you and him mated a week ago, but you still found yourself stuttering over your clicks or holding down a note too long occasionally as you spoke to him. 

As flustered as it made you, Seonghwa found your pattern of speech rather cute, calmly helping you every time you stumbled. 

He’d actually been pleasantly surprised when he found out you wanted to talk to him only in your new language, and for the first three days after you’d mated, you couldn’t understand a damn word he was saying. 

Seonghwa had been surprised by how adamant you had been to understand, fumbling through your tones and hums until he’d perked midday through the third day, hearing you call to him and ask him for a kiss because you were frustrated. 

The look on your face when you’d gotten the desired kiss all but made him fall in love all over with you again.

“I dod it!”

“‘Did’ it, baby.”

“I did it!”

Back to the present, Seonghwa walked you to the beach, the salty air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. You look up at him and then follow his gaze. 

“...Wanna go tell Hongjoong the good news?”

You don’t miss the way he perked, his eyes lightening, excited as he nodded. You kiss him, cupping his jaw lightly before he walked you to the water.

“Remember, don’t panic. I have you, and I won’t let you drown. Ever.” He assured you. You smile and kiss him gently. 

You hadn’t gotten the hang of holding your breath quite yet. Seonghwa had assured you the more you did it, the longer you’d be able to do it, and you’d be able to talk freely as well. 

For now, all of your focus usually went into not panicking while underwater. 

Seonghwa waited until you were ready and gently waded into the water, holding you bridal style so your legs would shift, the dark grey speckles of your legs stretching up to your torso, a thick, rather smooth tail forming. Seonghwa ran his fingers up the speckles, smiling to himself despite the shiver that ran through your body at the intimate touch. 

“Sorry, I got distracted. Let’s begin. If you do well, we’ll go down and visit Hongjoong.” 

You smile and nod, floating vertically with your head above the water as Seonghwa let you go. You drifted a bit from him before gently keeping yourself in place, your hips working gently as you watched his tail slap the surface in his usual fashion. 

You feel his hand lace into yours and dive in, smiling as he pulled you lower. 

The water is pleasantly cool, but you find yourself marvelling at Seonghwa’s tail. 

While yours was a simple grey, dotted with different colored splotches, and much rounder and thicker than his, Seonghwa’s tail had definitely gained some color since you both had mated. 

Before his tail was a simple, yet elegant ombre of platinum and gold, now it held many intricate designs and colors along the expanse. 

Thick, brown stripes started along the midway point of his tail, with beautiful orange and yellow dots speckling the space along the stripes, all the way down to his tail, which was a contrasting black with a single, distinct electric blue stripe going along the tips of his tail fin. 

You found yourself mesmerized by the upper half of his tail, which was the same electric blue as the tips of his tail, a series of mesmerizing (and sometimes glowing) platinum rings drawing your gaze directly to him. 

He smiled at you and swam backwards, encouraging you to follow after him, and you clumsily do so before you get into the groove again. 

The two of you swim in tandem, twirling around one another, swimming through reefs and enjoying each other. Seonghwa didn’t rush you, and instead waited until you took your breaths before continuing. Each time, he’d keep you for longer and longer, encouraging you with clicks and words of affirmations. 

After the fith dive, you hear a loud, distinct bellow that drew your attention. 

“My, look at this.” 

You look down and find Hongjoong casually circling you, his expression interested as he eyed your tail. You smile and wave at him. 

“Helho!” 

He blinked before chuckling and swimming closer, greeting Seonghwa with a gentle nudge. 

“Hello, Y/n. You’re learning the language a lot quicker than any human I’ve ever met, besides myself. How are you handling swimming?”

You purse your lips, frowning for a moment. 

“I still can’t stay underwater indefinitely.” 

He chuckled and crossed his arms. 

“You wouldn’t be able to, anyway. It’s the Landling in you. We are Reborns. Humans turned Seaborn. We have to come up for air eventually. It's just a matter of perfecting closing down one breathing system and using the other.”

You blink slightly and tilt your head at him. 

“‘We’ have to? Hongjoong? Were you also-”

“A story for another day, but yes. I was.” There’s something…dark in his eyes the moment you mention him previously being a human, and you immediately decide it’s none of your business to pry. 

Hongjoong seemed to appreciate you not doing so, and in an instant, you watch his eyes lighten back up as he looked at Seonghwa. 

“You’re doing a wonderful job, Angelfish.” 

Seonghwa’s scales tinted pink for a moment before he coughed and looked away bashfully. Both you and Hongjoong noticed immediately, matching grins on your faces. 

“Cute~” You both chirrup. 

“Oh oceans no, please don’t start ganging up on me” Seonghwa immediately half heartedly complained. You laugh, raising yourself to the surface for a fresh breath of air with both of the men trailing behind you. 

When your head surfaces, you find its night out, the stars twinkling in the sky as a crescent moon illuminated the surface of the water. 

The three of you don’t say a word, simply bobbing in the water as you enjoy each other’s company. Seonghwa kissed the top of your head, a calm smile on his face as he hugged you close to his body. 

“I think it’s about time she meets the others, don’t you?” Hongjoong inquired sometime a while later. You hadn’t even realized you’d been nodding off, your head resting on Seonghwa’s chest as he held you from behind to keep you from drifting. 

Seonghwa let out a nervous laugh that made your head perk up. 

“I’ll call them, Wooyoung probably will need to be warmed up first.” 

You frown and turn your head to look at his expression. His eyes were tinged white around the edges, something you’d never seen before. 

Was he…afraid?

“Who is Wooyoung?” You quietly speak up, reminding both of the men that you were not only right there, but able to understand them through the bouncy notes and hums of their conversation. 

Seonghwa looked at you and gently rubbed your hips. 

“He’s our best friend. One of them.” 

You purse your lips. 

“So why do you look afraid?” 

Hongjoong chuckled quietly. 

“Because he’s worried Wooyoung might not exactly take it kindly knowing you stabbed Seonghwa and nearly killed him.” he answered honestly.

You feel the weight of the world slam into you. Your lips part and you find yourself unable to speak. It hadn’t came up again since you’d dragged Seonghwa to the ocean to save his life. You glance at him again, and Seonghwa doesn’t respond, staring at the dark inky waves as he held your hips, the cogs in his head turning quickly. 

“What…what exactly does ‘not take kindly’ mean?” You ask slowly, putting your hand over Seonghwa’s. Hongjoong clicked his tongue, floating past both of you, looking at the sky. 

“Do you want to tell her?” He looked at Seonghwa but the SeaBorn simply shuddered and kissed your head. 

“It’ll be fine. I’ll talk to him tonight using the resonance stone.” He muttered. You could smell his scent, tinged with anxiety and fear, and press yourself back into his chest more to comfort him as much as you could. Even though you had no idea what was going on. 

Hongjoong hummed and gently flicked his tail hard enough to send both of you drifting to the left. Seonghwa sent him a curious look before Hongjoong waved his hand dismissively. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll check back on you both tomorrow.” He encouraged before he dove down, disappearing into the dark waters. Seonghwa took your hand and guided you to the shore, carrying you once you got there. 

You cup his chin and kiss his cheek several times until you make him turn his gaze down to you. When he does, you steal a kiss from his lips. 

“I really am sorry I hurt you.” You whisper. He nodded.

“I’ve long since stopped being angry and hurt about it. You were scared and defending yourself.” 

You nod and then gently press your forehead together with his. 

“I’ll explain myself to this friend of yours. Even if they yell at me, I deserve it. So don’t look so sad. We were having such a wonderful day, tomorrow will be the same.” You encourage and Seonghwa sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. 

You had no idea the beast of a man that Wooyoung was, but Seonghwa would undoubtedly handle the man’s ire first that way you could meet everyone worry-free. 

It’ll be fine. 

When he opened his eyes again, they were back to their normal emerald, and he gently walked you back to camp, settling you in your bed. Since you couldn’t hold your breath as long as Hongjoong could, you still preferred to sleep on land and Seonghwa didn’t mind accommodating you. 

You find yourself drifting once more against his neck and he gently sung, soft, airy notes swirling through your mind. Seonghwa rubbed the space between your shoulders, kneading out any tension his fingers found there. 

“Just rest. Tomorrow I’ll make a big breakfast for us.” He promised. You smile and let the embrace of sleep pull you under. 

For the briefest of moments, you feel as if you’re being watched by the sky itself, but you pay it no mind and drift off.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Something warm began to rouse you from your sleep the next morning. There are undeniable puffs of air blowing directly onto your face, and while tinged with the scent of amber, you couldn’t help the way the hair at the back of your neck stood on end. 

You should wake up. 

“Rrrrr.”

The moment you hear a growl, your eyes fly open, and in an instant, you’re greeted with a mass of hair, a GIANT canine standing over you with blazing, molten eyes that looked like fire peering out at you past their undeniably bear-esque face. 

You stare up at them in horror, your voice caught in your throat. The canine doesn’t move from their spot above you, though you watch where you assume the ears are under all of that fur twitch and rotate, listening. They raised their head, looking North East before looking back at you, letting out a bark that rattled your bones. 

You scream and scramble up to your feet, grabbing your knife in a hurry, but the dog made a snap at your heels, and you decide running is much more viable for you in this moment. 

“SEOGNGHWA” You scream, rushing into the trees with the giant dog on your heels. Every time you moved to make a turn and shake them off, they threw their massive body in that direction, howling and barking and forcing you to pivot in the opposite direction. 

Had you had been a bit of a calmer mind, you’d realized this demon dog was much faster than you, and seemed to be corralling you in whichever direction they wanted you to go in. 

You, however, are not of a calm mind, and keep running for your life, screaming Seonghwa’s name, panic flooding into your system when you realize he hadn’t came for you yet. 

Above you, the sky is blotted out for a brief moment as something humongous flew overhead, obscuring the sun for a few seconds before it was gone, also heading in the direction you were running in. There’s the sound of a primal roar that vibrates the air. 

You pay none of that any mind, nearly tripping over your own feet as you catch a root on your ankle. The dog grabbed your dress in their jaws and spun their body, nearly hurling you in the direction you were running in. Surprisingly, the maneuver doesn’t tear your dress, and you keep sprinting after the close call, finally breaking the treeline. 

Seriously, where the fuck is Seonghwa?!

“SEONG-”You stop yourself, eyes wide as you finally see your lover. 

Your stomach drops in an instant. 

He’s being held above the water of the ocean by his throat, a different man staring at him with an unimpressed look in his eyes. They were glowing a shifting deep purple and blue. 

In an instant, all of your fear melted away, your claws elongating and your eyes bleeding red. Seonghwa looked in your direction, and threw his hands up. 

“Y/n, wait, no!”

You don’t heed his words, rushing over, tossing the sheath to your knife away, your feet moving faster than they did even with the dog on your heels.

You don’t ask questions, driving and twisting the knife hard into the man’s back, throwing your body between them as much as you could and biting down on his forearm, tearing the skin and crunching down on bone. 

Seonghwa paled and the man hardly flinched, his gaze, once fixed on Seonghwa’s face, now snapped down to you. 

You don’t back down, your nose scrunched as you lock your jaw, biting harder. His blood runs down between your lips, into your mouth. You ignore all of it, glaring hateful daggers at the unmoving and infuriatingly smug looking man. 

“So. You’re the mate, hm?” 

“Wooyoung, listen to me, calm down.”

You don’t hear anything but the blood rushing through your own ears. Wooyoung smiled at you, but you can see a wild look in his eyes as he cocked his head ever so slightly to the left. 

“Is this how you did it? Did you stab him the same way here? Or was it a little higher? How about to the left? Mm? Hit any organs? How about we try again? I don’t quite feel like I’m getting the full experience, little seal woman. Though, the bite is certainly new.” 

You hear a bark from somewhere behind you and Seonghwa reached to touch your head and try and push you off. 

“Y/n, baby, my angel please I’m begging you, let go. You’re making it worse.” He genuinely looked terrified, his eyes pale platinum as he glanced at you and Wooyoung.

“No, no, Seonghwa. Let her do what she wants. I’m finding out every little thing I need to know here.”  

You hesitate and Wooyoung’s arm flexes in your mouth, in a moment, he lets Seonghwa go, grabbing your jaw and leaning into your face. 

“I don’t take too kindly to having harm fall upon my loved ones. So, what should I do, seal woman? I’m facing a dilemma.” He sighed dramatically, ignoring Seonghwa’s rapidly protesting and trying to separate you both. 

Suddenly, he perked, looking at the tall SeaBorn for a moment. 

“My, that was a dangerous thought, Park Seonghwa. Were you thinking of biting me too? Putting your fist through my chest? Are you sure that’s what you want to do here?” 

Seonghwa froze and you frown. He hadn’t said anything threatening. Hadn’t even moved. But the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. 

Who is this guy?

Instantly, purple and blue eyes are back on you, as deep as the night sky, speckled with stars. 

What is this guy?

“Jung Wooyoung. Eldritch god. Any other questions? I’d be careful, if I were you. I’m not sure how much of my blood you’ve consumed~ Who knows what could happen to you consuming the blood of a god like this.” He teased. 

You let go in an instant, and everything hit you in an instant, horror crossing your face. 

This was the friend, the one Hongjoong mentioned. You look at Seonghwa and he looked distraught, reaching for you. Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, and a barrier instantly separated him from the two of you. 

“Haven’t I let you do whatever you want for too long, dear Hyung?” He inquired, though the honorific sounded more like teasing venom with his tone of voice. Seonghwa locked his jaw, red bleeding into his pale eyes as anger began to swell in him. 

“Wooyoung, that’s enough.” 

“Is it? You nearly die, don’t call me even once to save you, and now you think the person responsible can suffer no consequences? When you fell, did you crack your head, perhaps? I gave each and every one of you a resonance stone and instead of it being anywhere near you for a case of emergency, where is it? Hm?” He turned his gaze to you, and you shrink back from the overwhelming pressure coming from him as he looked at the peridot earring dangling from your ear. 

“I was hoping you’d help protect her from harm in case I wasn’t enough.” 

“Protect her? She almost killed you.” 

“The spider almost killed me. The toxins would have killed me before I bled out.” 

Wooyoung looks infuriated, turning his head in an instant. 

“And WHO could have avoided all of that if he’d just called me? Are you out of your mind, Park Seonghwa? Do I need to remind you of how important you are to m-”

You can see he’s about to lay into him, and before you can think, you reach out, grabbing his face and forcing his head back to look at you. 

“I’m sorry. Whatever it is, I’ll take responsibility, just…please, enough of this. My mate is upset and I hate this. You think I don’t already feel horrible for what I did? I did then and I do now, every time I see him, I see the scars he got from that day and it won’t go away, it never will. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. So whatever it is that you’re going to do, whatever punishment you feel I need or deserve for it, just do it already so I can go back into his arms. This has been a very long and fucking chaotic morning.” You speak a mile a minute and Wooyoung stared at you with a half lidded look once more. 

“So, you’ll die? Because that’s what I deem appropriate for hurting one of my seven.” He answered flatly, all emotion gone from his voice. You hear a bark again, and a different noise that sounds like a growl, but you don't tear your eyes away from Wooyoung. Seonghwa pounded on the barrier, frantic and enraged. 

“WOOYOUNG?!”

You feel his killing intent, but don’t look away from him. 

“If that’s what you think I deserve. Just make sure he’s not hurt.” 

Seonghwa’s voice nearly breaks from the sheer rage in his voice as he slammed on the barrier, and for a moment, you think you hear a crack. Wooyoung looked into your eyes for a long moment before looking down at your stomach, cold fingertips pressing against your abdomen. A thoughtful hum left his lips. Seonghwa’s enraged voice grew louder. 

Wooyoung looked up, meeting your unwavering gaze. You were terrified, but you didn’t back down. A long pause stretched between the two of you.

Then, he chuckled. 

“Welcome to The Fold, Seal.” 

He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, you feel the world rush by. Colors and scents whirl past you until-

-you jolt upright, heart hammering. You’re back in your hut. 

…what were you doing?

Seonghwa startled from beside you, and the moment you lay eyes on him, you burst into tears, kissing and embracing him tightly. 

“Y/n? Why are you crying, my love?” He inquired. You open your mouth to ask him if he was alright after seeing…who, again? 

Why are you crying? 

Seonghwa looked at you, checking your head, your face, and your neck for any injuries. You relax the moment you feel his touch, putting your hand over his. 

“I guess I had a bad dream. I’m okay as long as you are.” You kiss his nose and smile. He sniffed gently, making sure you weren’t hurt before he kissed you deeply, hovering over you. 

You run your fingers down his abdomen, smiling at the way he rumbled and shuddered into the kiss. Seonghwa’s scales turned pink around the edges of his eyes and he smiled. 

“Oh? Is this how you want to start your morning?” He purred, pressing his hips down and grinding between your legs. You smile and thread your fingers through his hair, intending on pulling him into a kiss when a bone-shaking bark drew a loud scream out of you. 

Instantly both of you jolt up and Seonghwa looked perplexed for a moment, standing and sticking his head out of the hut. 

It took a brief second before a black and red blur tackled him back into it. You scream again, reaching for your knife and then frowning when you note it definitely wasn’t where you’d left it last. 

When the hell did it get so far from you?

“Yunho!”

You turn your head to the sound of your mate's voice, and in an instant, you relax when you hear Seonghwa laughing.

Your gaze falls upon this massive mass of black and crimson fur. They appeared to be a canine, and you got the confirmation when they licked Seonghwa’s face, nudging his hand until he began roughly rustling and ruffling their fur. 

“Y…Yunho?” You parrot, slowly coming closer, the knife forgotten. Yunho turned his head towards you and keened. 

“This is one of my best friends. What are you doing here?” Seonghwa inquired. Yunho wagged his tail, sitting straight. You were amazed at his massive form, and you nearly forgot to wave in greeting to the canine. 

“Wooyoung said we had to meet your partner.” Yunho spoke despite his form. Seonghwa paused, and you could smell the twinge of anxiety in his scent. 

“Oh, please. Just come outside, we made this feast for you and it's going to be eaten completely the longer we wait.” 

You hear a voice seemingly coming from the sky and Yunho made a gruff keen before turning himself around and lowering himself, seemingly waiting for you both to get on his back. 

“Yunho, I’m too big to be riding-”

You jolt as Yunho let out a dramatic yowl, slamming his weight playfully against Seonghwa and nearly knocking him over. Seonghwa caught himself and sent him a scandalous look. 

“Fine!” He huffed and turned to you, smiling sweetly and picking you up. He kissed your nose and raised you high, setting you carefully on Yunho’s shoulders. He rumbled and you smile, gently scratching his ears. He radiated warmth, but he wasn’t uncomfortably hot to the touch. Seonghwa mounted him next, wrapping his arms around your waist. Yunho rumbled and stood up to his full height. 

If you weren’t tightly clenching your thighs to keep yourself in place, you're sure you’d fall right off. Falling from this height would hurt like a bitch.

Was Yunho as tall as Seonghwa on all fours like this? Was he taller? 

"Hold on, I'm going to go fast." He warned before he walked outside. Seonghwa tightened his grip on you, kissing your head before Yunho broadened his stance and took off like a shot. 

You let out a scream before you cover your mouth and burst into joyful laughter as Seonghwa held you. Yunho wove through the trees as if he’d done it a thousand times before. 

When he stepped foot on the beach, he slowed down to a trot, walking over to a group of men talking amongst themselves. 

“I brought them.” Yunho keened, closing his eyes and wagging his tail as the tallest of the group, a man who towered over the others, scratched below his chin. 

“Good job. I hope you didn’t startle our new friend too bad.” the man with the golden hair with the deep orange tips spoke. Yunho nudged his hands. 

“I didn’t mean to, if I did.” 

You look at the two of them and then take the time to survey your surroundings. 

Hongjoong is here, his arms crossed as he looked down at a man who was sitting on….air? His legs crossed and a cup of tea to his lips. A man with long hair and a ponytail stood with them, seemingly scolding the man sitting on nothing with his quiet gaze. 

There was a fire pit on the beach, and beside that was another man clad in tight, form fitting black clothing. He had part of his pendant in his mouth, and he seemed to be focused on getting the food on the fire cooked to the perfect degree. The man beside him watched on quietly, though he cast you a few cautious glances, the scorpion tail swaying behind him twitching every now and again. 

Seonghwa got off first, gently letting you down and smiling before he looked over at the man floating in air. He took a breath, seemingly steadying himself. 

“Just wait here, I’ll go talk to-”

“There’s no need.” 

You’d blinked, and in an instant. The man with the teacup was floating in front of you, his blue and purple eyes twinkling like the night sky itself. You startle, Seonghwa’s hand instinctively goes in front of you. 

“Wooyoung, I want to-”

“I said there’s no need. I’ve learned everything I needed to know already. Isn’t that right, Seal? Or, rather, Y/n?” He inquired, offering his cup to you. You blink at him and then gently take the cup, sniffing. 

It smells sweet. 

Seonghwa looked stunned, watching the two of you and the look of joy bloom on your face as you sip the tea. Wooyoung smiled casually and leaned back, sending Seonghwa a mysterious smile. 

Seonghwa pursed his lips. 

“Did…did you do something? You’re taking this a lot…calmer than I expected.” He admitted. Wooyoung shrugged a shoulder. 

“Have I done anything? Is there something wrong with me greeting one of my seven’s partners with open arms and a cup of healthy, immune system boosting tea?” He inquired, looking in your direction as you drank another sip, peeking over the rim of the cup at the two of them. 

Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Seonghwa touched his abdomen subconsciously but then he relaxed, putting an arm around you. 

“Y/n, these are my seven. They’re…the most important people in my life. I didn’t know everyone would come to greet you.” He shied, rubbing his neck as he looked at the others. Hongjoong shrugged, wearing attire you weren’t familiar with, though he looked comfy as he approached you. It dawned on you that you hadn’t seen him on land until today. 

The man who was beside him followed and stopped in front of you, a row of freckles stretched across his cheeks and nose, and a nearly heart-shaped, splotchy birthmark at the corner of his left eye. You stare at him for a moment, taking in the unique look of his eyes. They were an interesting mixture of blues and pastel yellow and they glittered in the morning sun as he smiled sweetly at you. 

“My name is Yeosang. I’ve heard you’ve had quite a rough time. If there’s anything I can help you with, please let me know.” He greeted, glancing at your stomach for a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment before looking back at your face.

The man with the gold and orange hair towered above you, smiling and extending his hand. 

“Name’s Mingi. The weather is quite nice out here today.” 

You took his hand, marveling at how huge every part of him was. Two thick horns sprouted from his forehead and the moment you nodded and greeted him back, you noticed his massive tail swaying to and fro behind him. 

Speaking of massive, the dog you’d come to know as Yunho shifted before you all, standing taller than Seonghwa, as well. 

The corners of his crimson eyes had smudges as if left from the cinders of a once-burned fire and he smiled from ear to ear as he offered his hand to you, as well. 

“Hi, Yunho. Thank you for carrying us here.” You smile and hand Wooyoung back the now-empty teacup. Yunho’s tail wagged so fast, it thumped into Yeosang’s hips. 

“Who are they?” You inquire, pointing to the men by the fire pit. Seonghwa took your hand and gently brought you over to the two. 

The man with the scorpion tail tensed for a moment before relaxing the moment Mingi sat to his left and Yunho to his right. His ears, rounded, yet cat-like, twitched and swiveled. 

“Good morning.” He quietly greeted. You nod and sit across from him. 

“Good morning..uh…sorry, what is your name? My name is Y/n.” 

“....San.” 

He didn’t meet your eyes, but you found Mingi subtly opening his posture so the man could press closer. The small, yet familiar action made you smile. 

‘He must be nervous because of something.’ You think, not realizing you’re doing the same, leaning into Seonghwa’s chest as your eyes fall upon the last man. 

The one with the black clothes and hazel eyes. He had a laser focus on the food in the fire, his pendant firmly in his mouth as he turned the fish and gently stirred the pot that had what looked like a stew inside of it. 

Where on earth did he get that on this island?

“Jongho, baby bear, you’re being rude.” Yeosang gently scolded, touching the back of his neck to get his attention. 

He tensed in an instant, his spade-shaped tail sticking straight up. That was the only indication of him being startled aside from his wide eyes. In an instant, he relaxed and looked over the fire at you, smiling. 

“Oh, uh. Sorry. I spaced out. My name is Jongho. It’s nice to meet you.” He greeted. He smelled incredibly sweet, almost mouth wateringly so.

You waved at him and introduced yourself, looking at the group. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting all of my mates…seven?” You’re not sure what the significance of them calling each other their ‘seven’, but you don’t pry. They all seem very close with one another, no matter what. 

“We figured we might as well stop by and say hello just in case a certain angelfish decided to not bring you around to greet any of us.” Yunho answered, staring as Jongho finally finished one of the bigger pieces. He nodded in his direction and he picked it up right out of the fire, seemingly unbothered by the flames nor the heat of the fish as he immediately tore into it. Mingi followed suit, splitting his piece with San and continuing between bites. 

“Our den isn’t exactly ready for other people to be in it.” He rumbled. San made a sour face before biting into his fish to seemingly keep his comment to himself. 

He didn’t seem privy on you being in their ‘den’ yet.

You hummed and accepted a cooler piece of fish on a stick Seonghwa had passed over to you. It was full of flavor and you can’t help the seal-like bark of joy that came out of your mouth. 

All eyes land on you and you blush, clearing your throat and looking away. 

Wooyoung smiled smugly as Seonghwa gently broke off more of his fish to hand to you. 

“Jongho, make sure to give our lovely new friend extra.”  He instructed. Jongho nodded and handed you a bowl. 

You look down into it and tilt your head. 

“It’s full of protein, and I brought some freshly harvested veggies to stew in there. I added some spices, too. Not too many, though, I promise. It's very good for you.” Yeosang smiled softly and handed you a spoon. You sniff gently, the aroma smelling slightly spiced and savory. You take a sip with the spoon and smile, going in for more. 

Seonghwa leaned over your shoulder, blinking owlishly. 

“I want some.” 

“It’s not for you.” Hongjoong muttered flatly. Seonghwa gasped in horror while Wooyoung laughed, leaning on Yeosang. 

“Why not?! There’s a whole pot full of it!” He complained. Hongjoong arched a brow at him and San eyed the two of you before speaking up. 

“Y/n needs the extra protein.” He spoke gently, wiping his mouth. He seemed to be trying to convey something, but it seemed to have gone over Seonghwa’s head.

Instead, you tilt your head and look at the bowl before sneaking him a spoonful anyway. 

“It’s okay. I know I’m still growing into my size now that I’m SeaBorn, but I still will share with him, and you all, too. I can’t possibly eat an entire pot full of food all by myself.” You tell them. 

They seem to exchange a look with one another before Yeosang sent you a gentle smile. 

“Well, it’s alright. We’ll all eat until you’re full. If you want more, just call us back and we’ll be happy to make more. Or, Seonghwa can bring you around The Whetū Faewilds and I can cook something different, but just as nutritious for you.” He cooed, and you can see the freckles along his skin twinkle and glitter. 

“I’d love to visit everyone’s home one day. Maybe I can make some food from my old home for you all….”you trail off, thinking about your village. 

Oh. 

You’d been so engrossed in your new life, you forgot your promise of revenge. You stare idly into your bowl of food, brows pulled together. 

Wooyoung looked at you from across the pit, eyes narrowing for a split moment before he gently was slapped on the back of the neck. 

“Stop reading the poor girl’s mind.” Yeosang scolded him, his voice low. San, Mingi, and Yunho perked regardless, looking over at you as you nurse your bowl in your hands, unbothered by the heat. Your eyes had begun to bleed into a deep red color.

“Not my fault her thoughts are so loud. That woman’s mind has a storm just festering below all the goody goody emotions Angelfish is giving her.” 

Yeosang blinked before he looked over at you, as well. A stormy expression crossed your face before it disappeared the moment Seonghwa kissed you. Your grip on the stone bowl in your hands loosened and you relaxed once more into his grip, clicking and purring as he peppered kisses all over your face. 

“Give it a few months, tops. She’ll call us. I’ll bet on it.” He rumbled, leaning on Yeosang. The faerie exhaled and looked at him. 

“True as it may be, you need to let it come to pass naturally. For now, stop prying.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re no fun.” 

You eat and listen to the stories of the group of unlikely friends until you feel yourself dozing off, your eyes growing heavy. Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you, smiling softly. 

“I think it’s time we head to bed, everyone. I promise I’ll be better about visiting.” 

San sent him a look and then looked at you instead. 

“....I’ll let you in our den if you make him stop by. This one is terrible at keeping his word. He gets too comfortable on this island taking care of sea turtle babies and monkeys and neglects us.” 

“I do not!” Seonghwa gasped, scandalized. Jongho snorted and Mingi arched a brow. 

“You haven’t stopped by in months.” 

“It was during Season! You two were-” His cheeks flared red before he cleared his throat, San's face igniting as well while Mingi stared back, unbothered.

“And I told you, you could have joined. I have two-”

“I’llDoBetterLet’sJustDropIt.” Seonghwa muttered quickly, his face dusted with pink scales. You looked at him before snickering. 

“It’s a promise. I want to visit, anyway.” You tell them through a yawn. Hongjoong gently motions with his hand. 

“Go rest. We’ll clean up.” 

You wave goodbye to them and get on Seonghwa’s back, your limbs dangling as he chuckles and disappeared back into the trees. 

The seven remaining men watched the two of you leave and Yeosang glanced at Wooyoung. 

“I know what you did in the first meeting, Wooyoung. Must you threaten people like that all the time? What if the stress was too much?” He scolded. Yunho sent them a curious look before tilting his head. 

“Did you do something? Is that why I have this weird sense of deja vu?” 

Wooyoung yawned, stretching his limbs before he flopped back, his head resting on San’s thighs. San gently ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at him. 

“If anyone intends to get near you, they go through me. I needed to see if she was worthy. Besides, she’s not nearly at the point where overstress would be a concern. If I were you, I’d worry about that hatred she’s got in her pretty little head instead of me testing her.” Wooyoung checked his nails before locking eyes with a concerned Yeosang. 

“That woman has murder on her mind. It’s below the surface, quieted only by her love for him, but it’s there. All we need is one monumental event, and it’s all over for that sorry-ass village. And when that time comes…”Wooyoung trailed off, humming softly. 

“We help. Where she goes, Seonghwa goes and where he goes, we go.” Hongjoong cut in. 

In an instant, all of their eyes hardened. Wooyoung’s lip quirked. 

“Now who’s the one who’s being threatening?”

Yeosang looked at him flatly and threw a ball of magic his way. It exploded into dandelion-esque puffs and Wooyoung instantly began sneezing. 

“Oh, shut up, you sound like a damn villain. Help us clean up the beach.” 

 .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈*¨¨*:·.

1 Month Later

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈*¨¨*:·.

You feel the wind blow by you, and your lungs protest from the strain as you rush through the trees. 

Several tree branches snap behind you, but you pay it no mind, rushing faster through the island’s forest. 

You’re almost there. You’re so close. 

Goodness, you’re a bit more winded than usual today, aren’t you? 

In the briefest of moments, as your mind trailed off, you feel yourself get swept off of your feet. 

“I caught you.” 

You look up, sweat running down your temple as you meet Seonghwa’s gaze. He’s looking at you with deep magenta eyes, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. 

You smile. 

“You won this round. I won before. That means we need a tie breaker.” You tell him through pants, reaching to wipe his face. Seonghwa gently set you on your feet and held you close to him instead, burying his face in your neck. 

You look at him, smiling softly. He’s breathing in your scent deep, and with him so close, you find yourself doing the same, grazing your fangs over his shoulder, pressing yourself against his sturdy body. 

“How about we do something else?” You coo, running your fingers through damp blonde locks and tugging. Seonghwa purred deep from his core, his cock hard against your thigh as he tilted his head back. 

“Kneel for me.” 

Seonghwa doesn’t make you ask twice, getting down on one of his knees before you and looking up. You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back before you lift your thigh and set it on his shoulder, smiling sweetly. 

“Go ahead. Enjoy your meal.”

Seonghwa let out a keen, grabbing both of the globes of your ass and pulling you flush against him after muttering a soft ‘thank you’. 

You clench and sigh, feeling him work his tongue into you, his claws leaving indents in your skin as he curled his tongue. 

You move his head, thigh flexing every now and again as the sparking pleasure from his saliva started to creep into your system. 

“Don’t make me cum yet, I want to make a mess of your cocks.” 

You watch his pupils dilate, a reverberating growl tearing from his lips as he looked up at you. You smile, sweet as nectar as you push his face flush between your legs, challenging both him and yourself to actually fulfill that wish. 

Seonghwa, for his own credit, ate you out slower and more deliberately than he usually did, kneading and panting against your pussy as your juices ran down his chin. 

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the look on his face when he’s between your legs, dazed with his eyes deep and pink. 

He could be there for hours, if you let him. You’d tested that one day and he’d only stopped because your eyes were full of pleasured tears and your legs were trembling. 

You pull and tug at his hair and grit your teeth. Reluctantly, he stilled all movement, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. 

“Where?” He growled, short and simple. You growl back at him, trembling and impatient. 

“Right here. Both.” 

He stared at you for a moment before he chuckled and pulled away from you, letting your thigh down and slowly licking his lips. He stood to his full height, backing  you against a tree and leaning into your space, tilting your chin up to make you gaze deep into his eyes. 

“My, you haven’t had a single time where you didn’t ask me for both.”

You stare back at him, brow arching. 

“Why should I? You’re mine and that means both of them are mine too.” You fire back, running your fingers down the expanse of his abdomen until you stopped over the slit at his pelvis, smiling at the way his eyes darkened. 

“You’re insatiable.” He whispered, though it distinctly lacked any real reluctance. You smile, regardless. 

“Am I?” 

“Yeah.” 

You pretend to think for a moment before nodding, kissing the tip of his nose. 

“Okay.” 

He blinked, head tilting, and in an instant, you bolt back through the trees, leaving him stunned in your wake. 

“I’ll take care of myself, then~” You call over your shoulder. 

It took another second, and you fight the urge not to laugh as you hear the loud, undeniable roar of your name come from behind you. 

The birds in the trees squawked and flew off as Seonghwa tore through the island, chasing you with renewed vigor. 

“Y/N!”

“Seonghwa~!” You mock him lovingly, calling his name as you make sharp turns and pivots through the familiar terrain. This island had become your home in your time here, you were more than familiar with all it hid.

Seonghwa, of course, knew this place like the back of his hand and in no time he skid into your view, scales shimmering and glittering beautifully in the sun as he laid eyes on you. A smile stretched across his face as you rush to the left, giggling to yourself. 

You find yourself at a familiar rock formation, the same from when you first arrived on the island, and realize with a pout that you’ve hit a dead end. 

The sound of Seonghwa growling behind you confirmed it and you don’t even get the chance to turn around before you’re being embraced from behind. Seonghwa purred, planting kisses upon your shoulder and up your neck and ear before he nibbled the shell of it, clicking slowly. 

“I caught you again. What do I win?” He purred. You smile and turn your head to kiss him, taking one of his hands and guiding it between your legs. He got the hint, long fingers working you open while he held you flush against his body. 

You sigh and relax into his grip, moaning as your head rolled onto his shoulder. Seonghwa kissed you with an urgency his fingers did not share, and the mixed speeds made your head spin. 

You move his other hand to your breast, smiling as he kneaded it in his free hand, rutting his cocks against your ass. You can feel him dribbling against the dimples at the small of your back and you have a passing thought. 

‘He’s wasting it.’

You’ve long since stopped being flustered about these thoughts, and cup your hand over his, pushing your own fingers in beside his as you kiss him with a tad more aggression. 

“Want you.” You growl, hoping he gets the hint. Seonghwa moaned into the kiss and pinched your nipple between two fingers. 

“Bend over.” 

You pull your fingers from yourself, sending him a searing look over your shoulder as you lick them clean. Seonghwa followed the movement with his eyes before they drifted up to yours.

“Ah ah, down here.” You spread your legs and hold your folds open, your core aching. Seonghwa pressed himself against you in an instant, slowly guiding his cock coated in essence into you first. Your eyes nearly roll back at the pleasure of finally having his warmth inside of you. A shaky gasp left your mouth as he held your hip, pushing the other into you once he was sure you’d adjusted to the first properly. 

Seonghwa waited until you were ready, kissing your head and singing sweet nothings into your hair. 

“Put your arms back.” He instructed and you do so, feeling him work one of his arms through both of yours, pinning them back as he slowly rolled his hips forward and keeping you arched. 

“Seonghwa~”

“You’ve become such a fast baby, Y/n. I wonder what you would have done if you got away from me. Maybe I should’ve let you this time, just sit back and watch you pleasure yourself just right.” He growled against your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth. You whine, clenching down possessively on his cocks. 

He noticed, a deep, throaty groan ripping from his chest as he snapped his hips up before reminding himself he wanted to drive you crazy, slowing himself back down. 

“I would have called to you-ah…faster, it’s too slow-” You whimper, trying to rock your hips back. Seonghwa’s arm flexed between yours as he held them back, clicking his tongue in your ear. 

“I’m enjoying my mate. Be still.” 

You shudder and feel yourself gush around him. Your body is getting hotter again, and you loosen up. Feeling precum run between your thighs as he moved faster over time. 

You stand on your tiptoes as he rocked into you, moaning his name like a chorus as he nuzzled your neck. 

“Sweet…you smell so sweet.” He panted, both of his cocks rocking hard into your gspot at the same time. 

You feel your brain disconnect for a moment, your mouth falling open before a guttural moan of pleasure fell from your lips as Seonghwa repeated the action. Encouraged by your song, he angled his hips, focusing on making you melt in his arms, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. 

Beautiful, glittering silver droplets run down as you feel him let go of your arms, pressing them above your head on the smooth rock wall as he thrusted into you. 

“Seonghwa! S-seonghwa slow down I’m gonna cum-” You try fruitlessly to drag it out for longer. Seonghwa had other plans, his free hand finding its way between your legs, rubbing your clit in rapid circles as he licked your shoulder bites closed. 

“Cum for me, then. You sound s-so pretty for me, clenching me like a vice….c’mon, don’t hold back. Make a mess. That’s what you want right? To make a mess of your mate’s cocks?” He chuckled into your ear, both of his cocks throbbing deep inside of you. You can feel them, and your mouth waters at the undeniable need to be bred swirling in your mind. 

“K-kiss me?” You plead, nearly crying in relief as he immediately tilted his head to do so, his tongue melding against yours as you feel yourself standing on your tiptoes due to the force of his thrusts and his heights. 

Your stomach bulges from the size of his cocks and the moment you hear him growl ‘I love you’ into the kiss, you feel yourself clench down, fingers flexing and clenching as you came with a spine-shaking orgasm.

Seonghwa moaned, your scent flooding his senses as he sped up his own thrusts, cumming deep inside of you and keeping himself still as he kissed you, keeping you pinned between him and the wall. 

“Love you, I love you.” You pant, mewling as you look back at him, your eyes no doubt matching his in their magenta color. He smiled and hugged you close, keeping himself inside of you. 

“I love you.” He rumbled, letting both of you catch your breaths and settle down before pulling out, watching as his cum and essence roll out in thick pearls, leaving a glittering puddle on the stone between your legs.

You pant, and for a moment, you consider cupping yourself to keep it inside, but you blush and perish the thought, instead.

Seonghwa picked you up, kissing your temple and carrying you off to the waterfall where you both had first gotten intimate. He gently guided you into the water, chuckling at the way your legs instantly shifted into your tail. 

You look down and he ran his fingers over your tail, smiling fondly. 

"Your tail really is beautiful."

You look at the gray speckles and purse your lips. 

"Yours is stunning. Mine is just…"you trail off and Seonghwa clicks disapprovingly.

"Beautiful." He ran his fingertips in small loops, tracing words of love and patterns of lace along your tail and chuckling as you shudder.

"You can always tell the difference between a Seaborn who was born that way and one who used to be human. We call them Reborns, at least, the older generations did. As Hongjoong told you, humans who were turned into Seaborn will retain mammal traits. Namely, the tail." Seonghwa hummed, drumming his fingers along your tail. You look at his face, watching the cogs turn. 

"Everything else is basically the same no matter the type. Our strength, our longevity, our basic anatomies, how we give birth, it's very similar regardless of being Reborn or Seaborn." He continued, beginning to wash your tail with long caresses after opening the container of self-made soap he'd left at this particular waterfall since it held sentimental value for you both. 

"How do Seaborns give birth?" You inquire. He blushed and rubbed his neck. 

"Laying eggs and keeping them warm? 

You blink at him.

"Laying eggs…and then keeping them warm after that?"

"Yes."

"Like a chicken?"

Seonghwa gave you a funny look, his eyebrows and nose scrunching up.

"....did you just compare us to chickens?"

"....its kinda chicken-like"

He stared flatly at you and pushed you into the water further, face deadpan as you came back up laughing.

"Seonghwa! I'm right!"

"No, wash yourself, chicken girl"

You snicker and come close to him, resting your arms on his knees as you feel him work his hands into your hair, gently washing and scratching your scalp.

“Our village is fortunate. There is an underwater volcano within our territory. There is a nursery nearby that is protected by magic and round the clock security. This is for couples who are active in hunting or may not have time to incubate them above water, in sand. During particularly busy egg hatching seasons, Yunho will come and stay within one of Hongjoong’s gardens and use his body heat to keep them warm. We have had our numbers quadruple and our success rate for hatching guppies almost perfect itself because of him and Yeosang enchanting our nursery gardens for Hongjoong." Seonghwa explained, purring softly as you close your eyes. 

You don't even realize the way your tail slapped the surface of the water, just enjoying the feeling of him taking care of you. He chuckled and reached in, picking you up out of the water as he continued to wash you. 

His hand wanders as he sings and hums to you, but so do your lips, and it takes but a few minutes of him cleaning his essence and cum out of you before you press your face into his throat, kissing and nibbling at his pulse. 

Seonghwa opened his mouth to tease you again, but paused. Once again he can smell it. That sweet scent lacing your usual one. 

His fingers twitched. As you place nips and kisses along the edges of some of his scales, you can hear him rumbling. 

".....sweet."

You look at him, blinking. 

"Sweet?"

"Yes. You smell sweet."

You blink before you hum quietly. Your eyes drift between your legs.

"Your fingers are still inside of me."

Seonghwa’s platinum scales along his cheekbones and the corners of his eyes turn a dusty pink, but all he did was hold you close. 

"Y/n."

"Yes, Seonghwa?"

You can tell there was nothing to panic about-yet-Seonghwa had spoken in a calm tone, his scales never paling or his scent tinging with fear. 

Instead, excitement? Nervousness?

"I think you're pregnant."

You stare at him. 

He stared back.

For a while, you think the world had stopped, had it not have been for the rushing sound of the water behind you and the gentle, steady sound of splashing as he continued to wash you with gentle, reverent hands. 

Then, your eyes well up. Seonghwa bit his lip and smiled as you bring your hand to your stomach. 

“Pregnant?” 

“Your scent has changed. It’s sweeter than usual, gentler.” 

He gently ran his hand over your stomach, landing on top of yours. 

Tears roll down your cheek as you pull him down for a kiss, feeling like you were floating. He smiled into it, holding you securely as you both sang and purred words of love and adoration to one another. 

That would explain…a lot, actually. The hunger you felt growing steadily, your portions growing significantly, getting winded easier while doing work around the island and in the ocean, and the increased clinginess from Seonghwa. 

You two clean up and Seonghwa held your hands in his, smiling softly. 

“How about we visit The Whetū Faewilds tomorrow? Yeosang may be able to help us out. He’s really good at helping out new families and I want him to give you a protection enchantment. I need to see if I can have my own seagarden somewhere here for our eggs so you can lay them separate from everyone elses. Maybe if Yunho brings a magma stone we can keep them warm on our own and-”

You watch fondly as Seonghwa excitedly chattered on about setting up your own nursery for your eggs. You cup his cheek minutes later and he stops mid-sentence, looking into your eyes. 

Neither of you say a word and he simply pressed his cheek into your palm, smiling. 

“Let’s get settled into bed early. We’ll leave for Yeosang’s early tomorrow.” Seonghwa suggested. You nod and smile, letting him carry you off to bed, a new kind of joy settling in your body as you cuddle into his arms that night. 

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“So how are we getting to Yeosang’s faewilds? Do we swim?” You inquire, looking over at Seonghwa the following morning as you both stand on the beach. 

Seonghwa fiddled with his ear, blinking as they brushed against a peridot earring. 

He had a feeling something had been misaligned, but couldn’t put his finger on what. Instead, he gripped the earring and called out to the ocean. 

“Wooyoung?” 

There’s a silence that stretches between you both. The ocean swayed calmly, unbothered. 

Seonghwa furrowed his brow and opened his mouth. 

“I’m right here. What do you need?” 

Both of you look behind you, finding Wooyoung standing on the air above both of you, looking down as you clutch your chest, startled. Seonghwa rubbed the small of your back and Wooyoung cocked a brow. 

“You two don’t look like you’re in danger. What do you want?” He yawned, stepping off of whatever invisible platform of air he was standing on, getting right in both of your faces. 

“We need a lift to The Whetū Faewilds, please.” Seonghwa informed him, smiling in greeting. Wooyoung blinked before looking at you. 

Whether you noticed or not, you’d been idly rubbing small circles along your stomach, taking note of the subtle bulge forming. 

“Oh, good. You both realized she’s pregnant. I see.” Wooyoung stretched and ignored the stammering coming from Seonghwa. 

“You knew?”

“We all knew. Now, c’mon before I change my mind. I don’t recall when it was I said I was suddenly a transportation service.” Wooyoung grumbled. He took a few steps towards the ocean, and you could see trails of stardust glinting with his every step. 

You blink. 

His feet never actually made contact with the sand, now that you looked closer. 

Wooyoung made a sweeping motion and in an instant, a tear appeared before you all. You frown, looking at the unnatural tear space and peer through it, holding Seonghwa’s hand. Through it, you can see a lush forest. 

“I don’t have all day, go on.” Wooyoung urged, nodding towards the tear. Seonghwa smiled at you, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you towards the spacial tear, guiding you into it. 

Immediately, the aroma around you changes. 

The smell of sea salt disappeared into the distance, now replaced with fresh rain and flowers. You breathe deep, smiling as it caresses you and brings about an instant calm. The forest seemed to welcome your presences, and you watch as a tiny, cotton ball shaped entity bounced over to you. 

It made a noise you could only describe as a puppy-like squeak before it ran down a row of fragrant plumeria and gardenia bushes. 

“That’s a faerie, they’re leading us to Yeosang.” Seonghwa explained. You smile and turn to thank Wooyoung, but find him already missing. 

“Oh-uh, okay, let’s go.” You take Seonghwa’s hand and follow the fae through the forest. You are careful not to step on any flowers along the way. A few other fae peeked out of the bushes, watching you before they began following you both, some of them cooing and climbing up Seonghwa’s body with a sense of familiarity. 

You smile, watching as the small glowing puffs dot your mate. One of them crossed the bridge between your and his shoulders, squeaking as it pressed against your cheek and began to shake in what you assumed was excitement. 

“Ah, you’re here. Welcome.” 

You look up and blink in surprise, finding yourself standing in front of a beautiful hut in the center of a village you don’t remember walking into. You look around, lips parted as you spy faeries of all shapes and sizes, looking curiously at you as they held fruit and flora in various baskets. 

Your eyes drift back in front of you and you find Yeosang smiling softly at you both, his hair secured back in a clip and a dangling jewled hairclip catching your attention as he walked closer. 

“You kept your word and stopped by. I appreciate it. We’ve missed you,Seonghwa, and my people have wanted to greet you, Y/n.” He gently gave Seonghwa a hug. Seonghwa closed his eyes and leaned down, pressing his forehead to Yeosang’s. Yeosang closed his eyes back, gently holding Seonghwa’s forearms. 

When they pulled away, Yeosang muttered something in a tongue you couldn’t understand, smiling softly before he looked at you. 

“Do you mind?” He asked, holding his arms open. You smile and lean into his embrace without a second’s hesitation. Yeosang smiled and hugged you back. He pulled away after a moment or two and you follow what Seonghwa had done, closing your eyes and tilting your head up slightly. You miss the small look of surprise on Yeosang’s face before it melted into a fond look, with him leaning down to press his forehead to yours, breathing gently. 

A sense of warmth and welcome washed over you, and just like with Seonghwa, Yeosang pulled away and muttered something. This time you could understand him. 

‘Welcome home.’

Seonghwa put his arm around you and guided you into Yeosang’s home, sitting down first and patting his lap. You sit down with a small blush, settling into his embrace as Yeosang began to move about his home, grabbing some decorative cups and setting them in front of you both before he set down a few small ceramic bowls. 

“So, I can smell the excitement on you both, and I noticed you had Wooyoung bring you here instead of making the day-long swim…I’m assuming you both have come to realize you are with children, yes?” Yeosang inquired, his movements graceful as he removed the lids of each bowl. You lift your head to peek, seeing dried flowers and fruit inside of each one, as well as the one at the end having some form of glittering powder. 

“Was I really the last to know?” Seonghwa frowned. You laugh behind your hand and kiss his jaw after turning your head and Yeosang chuckled, gently adding certain petals and leaves to a small bag, tucking them carefully into it. 

“It’s alright. Love is as exhilarating as it is blinding.” Yeosang mused, looking at both of you with a gentle fondness in his eyes. 

“How are you feeling, Miss?” He inquired. You wave gently. 

“Y/n is fine, Yeosang. I’ve been slowing down a bit but I’m okay. I imagine in the next eight months that may change drastically.” 

Both he and Seonghwa looked at you curiously before Yeosang hummed gently, adding dried apple and lemon to one bag. 

“Seaborns do not hold their eggs for nine months like humans do their young. You will probably need to lay in about two or so months. You’re a month in, so you’ll notice your body adjusting and changing fairly quickly from here on out.” He explained. You feel your lips part, staring at him in surprise. 

“Two months?” 

“Or somewhere about that time, yes. I recommend you keep your stress levels down and try and stay away from dangerous situations until then.” He met your eyes and you feel like there’s something he’s not saying in this moment. You don’t look away, rubbing Seonghwa’s knuckles as he adjusted his embrace. 

“What would I be doing that’s dangerous, Yeosang?”

Yeosang’s eyes didn’t betray anything in his head, and instead he only shrugged a shoulder. 

“I don’t know, I’m just warning you regardless.” 

He put the bags in the cups and gently poured the water into them. A pleasant aroma flooded the room and you find yourself sniffing eagerly, watching as he covered each cup with a small lid made of some kind of wood. 

He closed his eyes and took a moment, seemingly thinking before he looked at you both once more. 

“You would like me to place a protective enchantment on your womb, correct?” Yeosang inquired. You and Seonghwa nod in unison and Yeosang hummed, staring at the cups. 

“Have you chosen a place to lay your clutch?” He inquired, looking into Seonghwa’s eyes. 

“On the island, in a mini spring with a waterfall.” 

“Is it deep enough to have a magma stone placed in it without overheating it?” 

“I would need a smaller stone than usual, but yes. It's a good twenty-five feet deep. At least.” 

Yeosang tapped his lip and nodded quietly, humming to himself. He took the lid off of the cups and gently grabbed some of the glittering dust from the final ceramic bowl, sprinkling it into your cup before smiling softly and handing it to you. 

“Here.” 

You take a moment to take a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of hibiscus mixed with dried fruit. You sip gently and lean back against Seonghwa’s chest fully. 

“How many guppies do Seaborns usually have?” 

Yeosang looked at Seonghwa, arching a brow. Seonghwa rubbed your hips, putting his chin over your head. 

“If all goes well, usually two or three. If they aren't incubated properly, they won’t make it. We also would have to watch for predators. Usually, the creatures of the ocean stray clear of Seaborns but nurseries that aren't properly guarded have been known to have opportunity hunters go after the eggs.” he sighed. 

The sound of a growl drew both of their attention to you. A deep leer settled on your face, your eyes bleeding into crimson as you gripped the cup tight. 

“Baby?”

“I’ll kill anything that comes near my fucking babies, Seonghwa.” 

He blinked in surprise before he rubbed your hips and kissed your cheek. 

“I know, baby. Nothing will get close to our nursery.”

Yeosang watched the two of you and moved closer, sitting in front of you. 

“Can you lift your shirt? Just so I can see your stomach?” He inquired. Seonghwa moved his hands away from yours so you could decide and after you sit up a bit, you lift your shirt up until it was bunched over your belly. 

Yeosang’s eyes gleamed, and he held his hand over your stomach, fingertips glowing. He blinked for a moment before he exhaled, laughing to himself. You frown at him, worry settling in your brow. 

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask quickly. He waved and pressed his palm firmly against your belly. 

“Nothing, just thinking. Hold still for a moment.” He instructed. You hold your breath without thinking. Yeosang’s fingertips begin to glow with a soft, pastel yellow twinkle, small symbols appearing around the curve of your stomach before he pulled his hand away and gently lowered your shirt. 

“I’ve put some protective magic over your womb. Remember to be careful, it doesn’t make you immune to injuries, but it simply makes it easier for you with carrying and eventually when you lay. I’ll send you both home with some fae meals to keep your energy high and boost your health. Because you are a Reborn, you will find that your body will most likely begin to lactate, as well. Only Reborns can, seeing as you hold onto your mammal genetics to some extent. You can come back to me when your guppies are born and I will provide you with more Fae meals in order to keep your body healthy and cleansed of toxins so you can nurse them…if you choose to do so.” Yeosang explained, moving to sit back down, taking a sip of the tea in front of him. You touch your stomach ever so slightly and looked over at the kind Fae man. 

“That’s so kind of you…all of this is…Is there anything I can to repay you for your kindness?” 

Seonghwa kissed your head and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Yeosang, I’d like to show her around the village and your forest. Is it alright if I do it alone? I want her to see the Vermillion Gardens. If you don’t want anyone there, I understand, too.” Seonghwa spoke gently, and you could tell from the way Yeosang had paused his drinking, this was something of a special place. 

He rose his gaze up to the two of you before he smiled, his nose scrunching slightly. 

“Just be mindful of the flowers. Do not stray too far from them. My Faewilds may be friendly towards those I welcome here, but that does not mean you shouldn’t watch your own back.“

Seonghwa smiled wide and took your hand, pulling you out of the hut and guiding you through the beautiful village. 

Yeosang watched the two of you leave and sat down, bringing a cup of tea up to his lips. 

“I never expected you to be such a softie for an addition of The Fold.” He spoke into the brim of the cup. For a moment, there was no response in the seemingly empty room. 

Then, 

“A ‘softie’? You wound me. I don’t give a damn about that woman or those kids, I just want to make sure-”

“There was an Eldritch rune on her womb long before I touched her. I wonder who that came from.” Yeosang cut him off and motioned to the empty spot beside him, his fingers glowing as a second cup of tea began brewing. Sure enough, Wooyoung emerged, taking a seat beside him, pouting. 

“I really can’t hide a thing from you, huh?” He grumbled. Yeosang sent him a smile, eyes twinking with mirth. 

“No, you can’t. I don’t even know why you try at this point.” 

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You step carefully as you trek through the Vermillion Garden, the petals of countless spider lilies tickling your ankles as you walk beside Seonghwa. There was a gazebo in the center of the field and Seonghwa carefully helped you sit in a bench, touching you with added care, as if you were to lay at any moment. 

It was as equally adorable as it was endearing. 

Seonghwa put an arm around you, looking at the illuminated flowers as he took a deep breath. You admire your surroundings, holding Seonghwa’s hand. 

“This flower field…is it special?” You inquire. Seonghwa nodded, looking up at the stars above. The sky was a much different color than the one back on the beach. 

Instead of a pitch black or a deep blue, the night sky was a deep purple. A shimmering aurora flowed through the sky above the two of you, and for a few moments, you forget to breathe, simply taking it all in. 

“The heart and soul of the Faewilds. It all started here. Yeosang always brought us here when something good would happen in our lives. Something about the flowers helping lift the soul and spirit. So…its only right I bring you here.” 

You blush and smile, kissing him slowly. Around you, the flowers begin the glow, wisps of light dancing around the night sky like fireflies. You cup Seonghwa’s face, feeling like you were floating. 

Everything was going to be alright. 

….right?

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ᵖˢʸˢᵖᵃᵐ ᵍᶠ ⛾ cr divider;; @benkeibear

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[shiftingwjyyy]

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥?" 𝐎𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐲?

Hey there. I am a high school student, and i run this blog! Here, we talk about mainly shifting, but also manifestation.

I post:

-shifting tips

-shifting motivation

-shifting stories

-script writing tips

-etc

(dividers by @benkeibear)

my main dr: hp dr

all my drs: hp, kpop idol, swf2, tdi, better cr

hp dr: shifted

Kpop dr: haven't tried

swf2: minishifted

tdi: shifted

better cr: haven't shifted

[goopatnight]

— ( ♡ ) : welcome to my nsft selfship blog <3

— ( dni ) : pro/comship, minors (& ageless blogs), uncomfy w nsft stuff, non selfship ppl.

— ( PLEASE interact ) : my fellow (18+) horny lil self shippers <3

about me

myziam/myz/goop, 19, transmasc nb creature thing (they/he), & horny as hell for my f/o’s rhwjrhwheh

i interact from @moon-roam, n my main sfw selfship blog is @goopships :> my f/o list is in my pinned post there if u wanna look at it

more info below the cut!

rules / misc ??

lichrally this blog is gonna be nothing but nsft selship content, mostly f/o imagines i write, reblogs n occasionally maaaaaybe some of me talking ab and being horny over my f/o’s ^_^

kind of a free for all here except for a few things: no dark (n*ncon, d*bcon, proship-type) content, feet, scat, piss etc. we can get silly and weird but those are absolute nono’s. more will be added to this if i think of anything else.

on another note, here r my absolute yesyes’s: errmm dom/sub dynamic, rough type stuff like choking, (light) name calling/degradation, knifeplay, spanking/biting/spitting, occasionally breeding probably, n maybe light bondage?? and ofc polyship nsft content bc the more the merrier >_<

i have a couple non-human/monster f/o’s so expect that kind of stuff once in a while n if it makes u uncomfy block the tag “#( ♡ ) : creature of the night” also see my tagging system!

if u like what i post feel free to send an ask or reblog n add ur thoughts <3

SEND ASKS!!!! RRAAAAHHHH

however. if. for some reason someone ever wanted to include pics/gifs in an ask or dm or anything idk man but pls avoid irl p*rn, n just keep it limited to drawn/animated stuff. i probably don’t need this rule but. just in case lol

i said it once, i’ll say it again. no pro/comshippers, and no minors.

my tagging system

#( ♡ ) : goopy imagines — my own posts/imagines/writings/wtv

#( ♡ ) : creature of the night — monster/non-human related stuff

#( ♡ ) : goopy thoughts — horny blurbs w/o plot or too much detail

#( ♡ ) : goop stinkies — stuff ab my own f/o’s specifically (i call em my stinks/stinkies <3)

more to be added!! n i’ll also tag or at least put warnings for harder kinks

if i missed anything i should tag or you want anything tagged for you so that you can filter a particular sort of content send me an ask or a dm <3

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#nsft selfship blog #mdni #nsft selfship promo

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Masterlist: Love's Maze

synopsis: Shawn suffers through a painful heartbreak after ending his 7-year toxic relationship with Marty Jannetty, but Bret is there to help pick up the pieces.

pairing: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

status: complete

word count: 41k+

Chapter 1

Shawn is convinced by his boyfriend, Marty, to pursue a career in wrestling, which ultimately leads the pair to the WWF

Chapter 2

Shawn is comforted by Bret after getting into a heated argument with Marty

Chapter 3

Marty's jealousy and paranoia causes yet another fight for the couple, but leads to a heartbreaking confession

Chapter 4

Shawn and Marty attempt to move on from the past, but conflict arises when Shawn is approached by Vince to wrestle in the singles division

Chapter 5

Shawn struggles after the breakup, but his family is there to help

Chapter 6

Shawn opens up to Bret about the breakup

Chapter 7

Shawn grows closer to Bret, and he has a difficult conversation with Marty.

Chapter 8

As Shawn focuses on self-improvement, he reflects on his feelings for Bret. Owen concocts a plan.

Chapter 9

Shawn accepts Bret's invitation, and the night ends as neither man expects

Chapter 10

A kiss is ignored, but Valentine's Day brings out their inner-most desires

Chapter 11

Shawn puts down his guard and finally let's Bret in. Literally.

Chapter 12

Shawn can no longer deny what his heart wants

Chapter 13

The moment comes where Bret finally meets Shawn's parents

#divider cr: @benkeibear #love's maze #hartbreak #bret hart x shawn michaels #shawn michaels #bret hart #wwf #masterlist #wwe fanfiction #took so long to make this

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Confession (KevinShawn/BretShawn)

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Shawn is pressured to come clean about his affair with Bret Hart.

a/n: Back with more angst! This follows the events that took place in this fic

“If you don’t tell Kevin, I will.”

The threat came from a very pissed off Hunter after he spotted Shawn leaving the Harts’ locker room, clothes disheveled and a hickey on full display.

The glowing smile Shawn was wearing immediately dropped as he angrily hissed, “No, the hell you won’t! It’s none of your fucking business-”

“It is when I’m friends with the both of you.”

Shawn scoffed, “But you’ve known me longer. I’m your best friend for fucks sake!”

“And he’s my friend, too! You’re putting me in a difficult situation, Shawn.”

“Oh, stop being dramatic,” Shawn said as he continued walking down the hall.

Hunter followed him as he said, “How do you expect me to talk to Kevin and act like everything’s ok when I know his boyfriend’s getting fucked by Bret Hart-”

“Shhh!” Shawn looked around cautiously to be sure no one had heard Hunter. When the coast was clear, Shawn said to Hunter, “You don’t think I feel guilty about it? I feel like shit.”

“Then why are you still fucking around?” Shawn didn’t have a good answer and he didn’t feel like thinking of one.

“Just drop it. You’re giving me a headache.”

“It’s not right, Shawn. And you know it-”

“I know! Ok? I know. Just…give me time. I’ll tell him.”

“Soon.”

“Ok, yes. Soon.”

Hunter wasn’t sure if he trusted Shawn, but he decided to drop it for now, hoping he could take Shawn at his word.

   The next time Shawn saw Kevin was two weeks later. With Shawn traveling in between towns and Kevin having a day off, Kevin suggested that the two of them book a hotel room to spend some quality time together.

Normally, Shawn would be excited. He hadn’t seen Kevin in over a month, and he missed him so much. But he still hadn’t told Kevin about Bret. Shawn felt that the conversation was one that needed to be had in-person rather than over the phone.

Shawn planned on telling Kevin as soon as he saw the man. But it was so hard to even think of uttering those words when Shawn opened the hotel room door to see his boyfriend’s beaming smile.

Kevin pulled Shawn into the room, immediately engulfing the man into a tight long-lasting hug, glad to have Shawn in his arms again. “Hey, baby. I missed you so much,” he whispered.

Shawn tightened his grip onto Kevin whispering back, “I missed you too.”

Kevin pulled back slightly to look at Shawn, bringing up a hand to slowly caress his face as he took in his beauty, before bringing Shawn into a slow and sensual kiss. Shawn kissed back just as eagerly, briefly forgetting why he was so nervous in the first place.

After separating, Kevin rested his head onto Shawn’s as he continued to stroke the blond’s cheek. His lips ghosted over Shawn’s as he said, “I’m so happy you’re here.”

Shawn smiled, “Me too.” Then his smile faltered as he remembered why he was really there.

He had to tell Kevin the truth.

But it was hard to, especially with how sweet Kevin was being.

The taller man had gone out of his way to make Shawn feel special. He ordered room service, lit candles, brought out an expensive bottle of wine, and gifted Shawn a few knickknacks he picked up on the road that he knew the blond would like.

Shawn’s heart melted that whole evening as he further drowned in guilt. He was guilty that Kevin was being so thoughtful while he harbored such a horrible secret. And despite his guilt, he unashamedly basked in the attention Kevin was giving him – the attention that Shawn had been craving for the past few months.

His guilt only worsened when, after pouring another glass of wine, Kevin said earnestly, “I’m sorry I haven’t been putting in much effort lately.”

Shawn shook his head. “Kevin, it’s fine. You don’t need to apologize,” and make him feel even worse about himself.

But Kevin insisted, “I know you try your best to be understanding, but we all reach a breaking point. I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me, Shawn. I love you, and I promise I’ll do better.”

Shawn got teary-eyed, but for reasons that Kevin wasn’t aware of. The taller man chuckled as he brought Shawn into a hug saying, “You’ve always been an emotional guy.”

Which was true. But Shawn was emotional for multiple reasons that night. He was touched by how caring and thoughtful Kevin was being. But the reality of the situation was also hitting him.

Like the good boyfriend he was, Kevin could sense that something was bothering Shawn, especially after noticing Shawn’s shoulders trembling slightly. He stroked Shawn’s back gently as he asked, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shawn pulled back from the hug, wiping his eyes before looking up at Kevin’s concerned face. The secret was on the tip of his tongue. But instead of the truth coming out, Shawn said, “I love you. So much.”

That brought a smile to Kevin, the taller man cupping Shawn’s face with both of his hands, thumbing away the tears on Shawn’s cheeks. “I love you, too. In case I haven’t said it enough tonight.” He then pulled Shawn into a passionate kiss that soon turned heated.

That was all it took for the couple to forget about dinner and make their way towards the bed.

Shawn didn’t know just how much he missed being caressed and wrapped around Kevin until the man was thrusting into him with such care and ease.

It wasn’t the quick fuck he and Bret usually had. No. It was passionate, sensual, and brought Shawn so much pleasure – so much that he climaxed twice before Kevin could even finish. That night, Kevin gave Shawn everything he needed, but was too impatient to wait for.

And because Shawn was a selfish man, he decided the truth could wait. He’d tell Kevin eventually, but not tonight. For one more night, he wanted to experience Kevin’s love before it would be taken away from him.

   Shawn was the first to wake the next morning, his head resting on Kevin’s chest as his guilty conscience weighed heavy. He didn’t know Kevin was up until he felt the man’s hand slowly tread through his hair.

Shawn closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he worried about how he was going to tell Kevin the truth. He didn’t want to break the man’s heart. He didn’t deserve it, but Shawn couldn’t keep prolonging it.

However, right as Shawn was about to open his mouth, he was thrown off by Kevin saying, “I was thinking about going back to the WWF.”

Shawn’s eyes flew open as he tilted up his head to look at Kevin in shock. “What?”

Kevin smiled as booped Shawn’s nose saying, “You heard me.”

However, Shawn didn’t return the smile, genuinely confused. “But… why? Things are going so well for you at WCW.”

Kevin let out a breath. “I know, I know. But it’s not the same being there without you, Shawn.”

“But…you’d be taking a major pay cut, right?”

“I don’t care. You mean that much to me.”

And Shawn wanted to cry again.

The fact that Kevin was so serious about him, serious enough to leave millions of dollars behind to be with him, was too much. He couldn’t let him make such a drastic decision without knowing the truth.

Shawn frowned to himself before fully sitting up and saying, “I can’t do this.”

Kevin frowned as well, not liking the sound of that. He sat up, asking, “Is there something wrong?”

Shawn groaned as he rubbed incessantly at his face. He then looked into Kevin’s eyes, voice quivering as he said, “I have to tell you something.”

Kevin hated seeing Shawn upset, and obviously whatever he was about to say was bothering him. So he grabbed Shawn’s hand in support, saying softly, “Take your time.”

Shawn grimaced as he said, “Please, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Be sweet to me right now. I don’t deserve it.”

Kevin tilted his head in question. “Why wouldn’t you deserve it, Shawn?”

“Because after you hear what I’m about to say, you’re going to want nothing to do with me.”

Kevin tightened his grip on Shawn’s hand, saying, “Never. There’s nothing you could say that’ll make me love you any less.”

Shawn slowly pulled his hand away from Kevin’s, taking a deep breath before saying, “I cheated.”

It was as if time stood still, the room quieting as the words settled in the air. Kevin looked like the color drained from his face, mouth hanging open in shock at the revelation. There’s no way. He must have heard wrong.

Seeing Kevin go quiet, Shawn quickly spewed, “I’m a terrible person, and I feel so horrible about it! I’m sorry. I’m so so fucking sorry, Kev. Kevin.” Shawn tried to get the man’s attention who was looking spaced out.

Shawn tried to place his hand back into Kevin’s, but the man snatched away, asking, “Who was it?”

Shawn stalled, causing Kevin to shout, “Who the fuck was it, Shawn?!” Shawn jumped, slightly startled at the outburst.

The truth of the matter was that Shawn didn’t want Kevin to know, honestly afraid of what the older man would do.

Fed up with Shawn’s silence, Kevin hissed, “If you don’t tell me right now, I’m leaving-”

“Bret! It, it was Bret.”

Kevin was taken aback, not believing what he was hearing. Last time he checked, Shawn and Bret didn’t get along, or at least that’s what it seemed like before he left for WCW. “How long?”

Shawn swallowed hard, his hesitation causing Kevin to reiterate, “How long has this been going on behind my back, Shawn?!”

Shawn’s heart pounded as he said shakily, “Uh, a-a few months. I’m sorry- Babe!”

Kevin swiftly stood up from the bed, no longer wanting to hear what Shawn had to say. He was beyond livid, and he knew being anywhere near Shawn was a bad idea.

Unfortunately for him, Shawn trailed behind him, desperately grabbing at Kevin’s arm as he said frantically, “Would you please just listen to me-”

Kevin snatched his arm away, exclaiming, “Get the fuck away from me, Shawn! Don’t fucking touch me.”

Shawn’s eyes instantly pooled with unshed tears, the younger man not used to being on the receiving end of an irate Kevin.

Throughout their relationship, Kevin was always so careful with him, so patient and understanding. They rarely fought, and even during the small times that they did, Kevin always tried his best not to raise his voice, especially because he knew how fragile Shawn was, and screaming at the blond only tended to make matters worse.

However, now Kevin had every reason to be pissed, and Shawn knew it. But it didn’t make being on the receiving end of Kevin’s tirade hurt any less.

Shawn sniffed, saying weakly, “Kevin-”

“Tell me. What was the meaning of this,” Kevin asked as he gestured between Shawn and himself. “of us falling in love, of me devoting my life to you, of us planning our lives together, of us meeting each other’s family? What’s the meaning of it if all you were going to do is shit on everything we’ve been building together?! Does it mean anything to you-”

“Yes! Of course it does, Kev. You mean so much to me. I love you!”

Kevin tsked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Love. This is how you show me you love me? By running to the next man when I’m not giving you enough attention-”

“No-”

“Because you want to know how I show my love? By being fucking faithful to you!”

“I know-”

“You don’t think I get lonely on the road without you?! You don’t think I get frustrated when we don’t have time for each other?! You don’t think I’ve had opportunities to fuck around with people, too?! I have, Shawn. But I never did it because I love you! But I guess I loved you more than you loved me-”

“No, Kevin, that’s not true! I love you – only you.”

“Then why’d you do it?! If you love me so fucking much, why would you throw us away like this?”

“I-,” Shawn cut himself off. He was at a loss for words. No explanation could justify why he did what he did. “I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know.”

Shawn shrugged, “I-,” he sighed. “I just missed you so much. We barely talked, and the few times we did, we would get into these petty arguments. Then we would make plans to see each other, but they’d get canceled. And you were always so busy-”

“So it’s my fault-”

“No! No, it’s not, Kev. That’s not what I’m saying. I just, I don’t know what to say. I was stupid. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry.”

Kevin went quiet, dragging his hands over his face as he contemplated what to say next. He was so stressed out. This was his worst nightmare, and he never thought Shawn would be the one to put him through it.

He was so angry, both at Shawn and himself. Maybe he didn’t try hard enough. Maybe he didn’t put Shawn first at times. Maybe he did prioritize his work obligations over spending time with Shawn. He knew he was a sucky boyfriend for that.

But did that mean he deserved to get cheated on?

“Kev?”

Kevin was brought out of his thoughts, looking up to see Shawn slowly approaching him like a scared animal. However, Shawn halted at Kevin’s next question. “How many times?”

He needed to know. As heartbreaking as it was to imagine Shawn sharing his body with someone else, Kevin needed to know how bad it was. Was it only one time? Although that was still bad in his eyes, a part of Kevin felt like he could forgive Shawn and move on.

“Um,” said Shawn as he averted his eyes.

The guilt was eating him alive. He hadn’t anticipated for Kevin to ask such detailed questions. Part of him hoped Kevin would give him a pass and they could forget it ever happened. But he should’ve known better.

“Shawn,” Kevin said flatly, this time having no energy to raise his voice. “How many?”

Shawn looked up again and his heart nearly broke at seeing Kevin’s misty eyes.

This was what he was afraid of. He never wanted to hurt Kevin. Never. Yes, Shawn was selfish. Yes, he enjoyed being with Bret. But breaking Kevin’s heart was never his goal.

“I-I don’t know.” Which was the truth. He wasn’t proud to admit that between the various sneaky meetups in locker rooms and hotels, he and Bret had fucked more times than he could count.

“Give me a number.”

Shawn furrowed his brows, saying, “I don’t know, Kev. Multiple times. I can’t give a number.”

Multiple times. They had sex multiple times. Not one. Not two. Multiple. That was all Kevin needed to hear for his world to come crashing down.

Kevin closed his eyes as he felt his throat closing up. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing as a nauseous pit settled in his stomach. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

“If you want to be with him, then go.”

Shawn’s heart dropped. He did like Bret, but he didn’t want to be with the man. Shawn knew he was such an asshole for cheating, and Kevin deserved as much space as he needed. But he didn’t want them to end the relationship.

“What, no! Kevin, I don’t-”

“We’re done.”

The tears that Shawn was holding back were unleashed, streaming endlessly down his cheeks as he reached for Kevin’s hand. “Baby, please-”

“Shawn, leave.”

“No,” Shawn sobbed as he threw himself at the man, tightly wrapping his arms around Kevin as he cried into the man’s chest. “Please don’t do this! I’m sorry! I want to be with you!”

It took everything in Kevin not to reciprocate the hug. He’d always been weak for Shawn’s tears, but this was a moment where Shawn didn’t deserve his sympathy. “Shawn, let me go.”

When the younger man didn’t listen, Kevin tightly gripped Shawn’s arms, forcing them away from his body. “Go!”

Seeing that Kevin wasn’t going to change his mind, Shawn dropped his arms before slowly walking to his gym bag. He threw on some clothes, glancing at Kevin every so often, before putting on his shoes, grabbing his bag, and making his way towards the door.

He gave one last glance at Kevin before leaving the room and the broken man inside of it.

Once Shawn was gone, Kevin didn’t hold back any longer, his emotions coming at full force as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. He desperately wanted to punch someone – preferably Bret Hart – but with no one in sight, Kevin let out a yell as he picked up a lamp and threw it into a wall, the lamp shattering on impact.

Breathing heavily, he sat on the edge of the bed, gripping his hair in his hands as he cried, feeling just as broken as the lamp on the floor.

#divider cr: @benkeibear #affair au #kevin nash x shawn michaels #bret hart x shawn michaels #angst #kevinshawn #bretshawn #hartbreak #shawn michaels #kevin nash #bret hart #triple h #wwf #wwe fanfiction #alternate universe

[tameodesza]

Infidelity (KevinShawn/BretShawn)

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Shawn begins a tumultuous affair with Bret after Kevin leaves for WCW.

a/n: Shawn and Bret are no angels in this au, but I live for the angst 😭 !

Kevin leaving the WWF in 1996 was not on Shawn’s bingo card.

The two had just reunited as a tag team and successfully reclaimed the tag team championship belts. Also, the couple’s relationship was the strongest it’d ever been. So Shawn was completely blindsided by Kevin’s announcement after they’d settled into their hotel room.

“You’re leaving?” Shawn asked the question in complete disbelief. “Please tell me you’re joking, Kev.”

Kevin sighed, “No, Shawn. I’m not.”

Shawn felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. “When?” 

“In a few months.”  

Shawn let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding in as he sank to the floor, not even caring about how dirty the hotel carpet must have been. He covered his mouth with trembling hands as reality sank in.  

“Shawn,” Kevin swiftly knelt next to Shawn, bringing the blond into a hug as he placed a hand on the back of Shawn’s head to bury him into his chest. “It’s going to be ok.” 

“Why now,” Shawn asked weakly. “Why are you doing this to us now?” Kevin nearly crumbled when Shawn pulled away to look up at him with tear-filled eyes. 

“WCW made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” The expression on Shawn’s face told Kevin that was the wrong answer. He added, “I’m sorry, baby. I know I should’ve told you sooner.” 

“No shit,” Shawn sniffed as he wiped a tear from his cheek, which was immediately replaced by another. “What are we going to do? What does this mean for us?”  

Kevin brought his hands to both sides of Shawn’s face, using his thumbs to clear the streams pouring from Shawn’s eyes. “It means we’re just going to have to try harder. I’m not leaving you, Shawn. That’s not even an option. I love you so much. We’ll make it work, alright?”  

Not receiving a response, Kevin leaned forward and placed a kiss onto Shawn’s quivering lips. Shawn placed his head back into Kevin’s chest, just wanting to be wrapped in the man’s warmth. 

 As Shawn feared, things got harder for their relationship once Kevin officially left the WWF. 

The distance was easier to deal with in the beginning. Both Shawn and Kevin made efforts to see each other. They kept up with each other’s schedules, visited each other when their schedules overlapped, and called each other when time allowed.  

Shawn wasn’t sure when it happened, but eventually, the effort that they put into the relationship slowly began to wane, their distance only seeming to cause more friction between them. Their calls became shorter and less frequent, hotel visits were few and far between, and at some point, they stopped keeping tabs on each other’s schedules.  

There were many nights where Hunter held Shawn as the man cried to him about Kevin, venting his frustrations over what inevitably seemed to be the downfall of their relationship. These nights were usually prefaced with Shawn getting drunk or high on any drugs he could get his hands on, much to the disapproval of Hunter.  

Regardless of Hunter’s dislike for Shawn’s coping mechanisms, he was always there to take care of him.  

“Come on, buddy,” said Hunter as he struggled to walk a drunk, stumbling Shawn down the hall to his hotel room.  

Shawn was supposed to stop by Hunter’s hotel room that day, but when the evening turned darker and Shawn still hadn’t shown up, Hunter decided to search for him where he thought he’d most likely find him – the hotel bar.  

“We’re almost there. A few more steps, Shawn. There you go. Please tell me you have your room key.”  

Shawn groaned, barely responding as he pointed to his back pocket. Hunter reached into Shawn’s pants, swiftly pulling out the key from his pocket.  

“At least wait until we get into the room first if you want to touch my ass, Hunter,” Shawn slurred in amusement.  

“Shut up.” Hunter was amazed that Shawn could still be inappropriate in a time like this. 

After opening the door, Hunter walked them both into the room, plopping Shawn onto the bed before helping to pull off his boots. He then helped Shawn sit up into a comfortable position before tucking the man under the covers and announcing that he’d check in on him in a few hours.  

Hunter barely made it to the door before he heard sniffling coming from behind him. He turned to see Shawn staring down at his hands with tears welling in his eyes. “Shawn?”  

“Why did he leave me? Was I not good enough to make him stay?”  

Hunter sighed, knowing where this was going. “Don’t be ridiculous. You know Kevin loves you-”

“But he’s not here. He left me.”

“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you-”

“He left me like everyone does. Why do people always leave me, Hunt?” That was all it took to unleash a river of tears from Shawn’s eyes.

Hunter decided to stay with Shawn that night, as he’d done many times before, knowing that it was never safe to leave Shawn alone with those thoughts swirling around in his head. He just really hoped his friends could figure their shit out sooner than later.  

 Shawn didn’t want to admit it, but without Kevin around to give him constant love and attention, he soon became vulnerable to his insecurities, his vulnerability often leading him to seek attention elsewhere. And with Kevin no longer in the WWF, many of the men backstage were more than willing to give him the attention he desired.  

What came as a surprise to Shawn was that one of those men happened to be Bret hart. 

It started as Bret giving him compliments after his matches.  

“Hey, Michaels,” Bret voiced as they passed each other backstage, “Good match tonight.” 

“Th-thanks,” Shawn said dumbfoundedly at the unexpected compliment.  

As much as Shawn relished in the attention, he ignored Bret’s advances at first out of his love for Kevin. They were still technically together regardless of how little they communicated lately. 

It certainly didn’t help that Bret, no longer restrained by Kevin’s presence, soon began to hit on him unashamedly. And maybe Shawn was mistaken, but he could’ve sworn he’d caught Bret looking at his ass once.  

Things began to change when Bret gathered the courage to become more handsy with Shawn. It started with random hugs backstage that seemed to last longer than they should have. Then Bret began placing his hand on Shawn’s lower back as they walked down the hallway together. And sometimes, Bret would play with Shawn’s hands as they carried on a conversation.

Shawn would only blush, not having any intention of telling Bret to stop.

Bret’s attention and blatant flirting led to there being constant tension in the air between them. Whether it was in the ring or backstage, there was no denying that the two felt something for each other.

Shawn really tried not to fall for Bret. But as he and Kevin grew further apart, Shawn felt a little less guilty about entertaining Bret’s advances. It felt good to finally have someone give him their undivided attention again. Not to mention, Bret was easy on the eyes. And Shawn always had a thing for brunettes.

Shawn hadn’t told Hunter about his ‘situation’ with Bret, but Hunter noticed. Everyone did. It was hard not to with the heavy flirting and shy smiles the two threw at each other regardless of who was around.

Shawn was putting Hunter in a tough spot. He was loyal to both Shawn and Kevin. He was the shoulder that Shawn cried on most nights, so he understood more than anyone how lonely and frustrated Shawn felt. But Hunter also knew it wasn’t fair to Kevin. They both knew it.

But Shawn was a selfish man.

He constantly convinced himself that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He and Bret were just two good friends getting to know each other. There was nothing for Kevin to worry about. Nothing at all.

However, that changed one night after a house show.

After a particularly bad argument with Kevin over the phone, Shawn made his way down to Bret’s hotel room. The older man had offered for Shawn to swing by after the house show earlier that day, but Shawn declined, intending on spending the night talking to Kevin. However, the conversation soon turned heated when Kevin, yet again, canceled their plans to meet up due to a scheduling conflict.

Not wanting to waste his night moping, Shawn decided to take Bret up on his offer.

Shawn told himself that he was only going to Bret’s room to hang out. Only to blow off some steam. Instead, he ended up blowing something else.

  Shawn’s body was pressed tightly between Bret and the hotel room door behind him.

Bret leaned his head onto Shawn’s as he whispered, “You have no fucking idea how much I want to kiss you right now.”

Shawn gave a smirk, heart pounding as he tightened his arms around Bret’s shoulders, lust in his eyes as he said confidently, “Then do it.”

Bret pulled the younger man into a fiery, heated kiss that instantly made Shawn weak at the knees. It didn’t take long before Bret was leading Shawn to the bed and clothes were thrown on the floor, neither man caring about the consequences of their actions.

Shawn felt extremely guilty after the first time it happened.

He and Kevin had been together for three years. They had history, had the same friends, and met each other’s families. For Shawn to throw that away over one night with Bret was really stupid. He knew it. It also didn’t help his guilty conscience knowing that Bret had a wife back at home.

So Shawn planned on putting an end to it, marching indignantly down the hall to Bret’s hotel room the next night. But when Bret opened the door in nothing but a towel, hair dripping from a fresh shower, Shawn was only reminded of their previous night, how Bret made him writhe in pleasure as he pounded into him mercilessly.

Selfishly, Shawn wanted to experience that again at least once more.

So he did. That night. The night after that. And many nights after that, beginning their nearly 3-month affair.

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Daddy’s Disapproval (BretShawn)

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Vince disapproves Shawn’s relationship with Bret

The plane ride home to Connecticut was awkward and uncomfortable.

Vince was still in shock at learning about Shawn’s relationship with Bret, and Shawn was too embarrassed to bring up the topic in first class. So they rode the plane in silence, neither man having the courage to address the elephant in the room.

That was until Vince said at the end of family dinner, “Shawn, I need you in my office.”

Linda gave Vince a questioning look before looking back at Shawn. “Is everything all right?”

Vince answered, “Yeah, it’s something important. Business-related.”

Shawn stretched as he yawned exaggeratedly, “I don’t know, dad. I’m pretty tired.”

Shane perked up, “Oh, I can help then, dad.”

“No, Shane. It’s between me and Shawn.”

Shane visibly deflated as he gave Shawn a glare, not knowing that the ‘business-related’ topic was pertaining to Shawn’s relationship with Bret.

Shawn insisted, “But-”

Vince emphasized, “Shawn. Office. Now.” At that, Vince stood up to walk upstairs to his office.

Shawn slouched in his chair, downing the rest of his lemonade before unwillingly following after Vince.

Before opening the door, Shawn took in a deep breath to prepare himself for the conversation. He walked in the office, seeing that Vince was sitting at his desk, hands folded in front of him as he watched Shawn close the door behind him.

“Lock it,” said Vince. “I don’t need your mother or Shane walking in.”

Shawn locked the door reluctantly before walking towards his dad, sitting in the chair across from him as he asked, “What did you want to talk about?”

Not one to beat around the bush, Vince asked, “How long have you been…involved with Bret Hart?”

“So I guess we’re getting straight to it then, huh?”

“Just answer the question, Shawn.”

“Does it matter?”

Vince had to stop himself from shouting as he sneered, “Yes, it matters.”

Shawn rolled his eyes before answering, “A few months.”

Vince was dumbfounded. A few months? How was Shawn able to sneak this past him without him noticing for that long?

Vince frowned, “What?!”

Shawn quickly relayed, “I was going to tell you! I just couldn’t find the right time.”

“There is no right time, Shawn! It shouldn’t be happening, period.”

Shawn scoffed. “I don’t get what the big deal is. I’m a grown ass man, dad. I don’t need your permission. So I don’t know what point you’re trying to get at.”

Vince pointed a finger at Shawn as he said through gritted teeth, “The point is that you’re going to stop seeing him! Plain and simple.”

And that was all it took for Shawn to lose his temper.

“No the fuck I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! I’m not going to risk my business going downhill over whatever the hell this phase is. Because it’s just that! A phase!”

A phase. For some reason, that word really rubbed Shawn the wrong way.

“A phase?! I’m gay, dad! It’s not a fucking phase! When are you going to stop pretending like you don’t know?!”

Vince had to collect himself, not wanting Shawn to think that his sexuality’s the issue. He answered flatly, “I don’t care about you being gay, Shawn. I don’t want you screwing my talent!”

“Well, it’s a little too late for that! You think Bret’s the first guy I’ve been with in the business?”

“Shawn-”

“Because he’s not! Hmm, let me think,” he said inquisitively. “There was Marty, Scott, Kevin, Hunter, Billy, Steve…oh! And I hooked up with Taker once, well twice…three times if you count the handjob-”

“Shawn, stop it!”

Vince was horrified. Not only at the fact that the rumors of Shawn sleeping around the locker room were true, but he was sleeping around with the top talent in the WWF.

“Do you not understand how unprofessional this is?! It’s bad business!”

Shawn threw his hands up dramatically, “Of course! It always comes back to business!”

“Because this business is what pays the bills, Shawn! Not just mine, but yours as well! What do you think would happen if people found out you’re fucking my talent like some cheap whore!”

There was a brief awkward silence between the two. Noticing the hurt look on Shawn’s face, Vince immediately recanted, “Shawn, I didn’t mean that-”

“But you did! What’s so wrong with dating around?! Last time I checked, you don’t have a policy banning workplace relationships. It shouldn’t be a problem!”

“It’s a problem when you’re the son of the owner of the company, Shawn! Why can’t you see that?! Your little fling with Bret isn’t worth it!”

“You’re wrong! Bret isn’t just a fling. I actually have feelings for him!”

“Oh, you have feelings for him,” Vince said mockingly, irking Shawn even more than he already had been. “And you think this is going to last?”

That was a question Shawn didn’t even know the answer to. He and Bret were still pretty new, still getting to know each other and understanding the bounds of their relationship. But what he did know was that he wanted to be with the man.

“I surely hope so.”

“You hope so?! You want me to risk everything on you hoping things will work out?! Do you understand how stupid and selfish that is, Shawn?! Do you know what would happen if people found out?!”

“No one has to know! You surely didn’t!”

“That’s not the point!” 

“Doesn’t matter! I’m not a kid anymore. You can’t force me to do what I don’t want to do!”

“What happens if he leaves, then?! If he breaks your heart? If you’re put in an angle against him? Would you really be willing to still work with him?”

“Yes, because I’m an adult! I wouldn’t let this ruin business, dad. We’ll keep the relationship a secret-”

“Sorry, but I don’t believe that!”

Shawn let out a frustrated sigh, realizing that they were going nowhere.

Done with the conversation, Shawn stood up as he said, “ I don’t know what to tell you. Bret’s in my life now. He’s not going anywhere, and you can’t make me leave him!”

“Shawn, get back here!”

Shawn stormed out of the office, passing by Shane who’d been standing near the door, obviously eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Wait,” Shane said, stopping Shawn in his tracks, “You’re screwing Bret Hart?!”

“Mind your fucking business,” Shawn said harshly as he walked away from Shane, leaving his younger brother in disbelief as he headed towards his bedroom.

It was hard for Shawn to sleep that night, his conversation with Vince replaying in his head. He couldn’t believe his dad had the nerve to try to dictate his love life. And although it felt good standing up to his dad, Shawn knew that wasn’t the end of it, his dad always having a trick up his sleeve.

 Shawn basically threw himself at Bret when he met the man a few days later in a hotel. Bret certainly welcomed the attention, Shawn barely letting him open the door before tugging at his pants.

However, the blonde’s behavior seemed a bit odd. He was clingier than usual, practically begging Bret to pound into him, going so hard that he’d forget his own name. And Bret happily gave Shawn what he was desperately craving, but he knew something was bothering Shawn.

“Ah! Yeah! Harder! Fuck me harder! AH!”

“Who’s ass is this?!” Bret smacked Shawn’s ass as he continued to pound into the man.

“AH! Yours! It’s yours! Mmh, harder! Fuck!”

After a particularly hard thrust, Shawn let out a strained shriek as he came for the third time that night, Bret soon following suit.

After a final thrust, Bret pulled out before quickly tugging Shawn into his arms, both men panting as they came down from their orgasms. Shawn cuddled a little closer to Bret, ears still ringing as Bret softly stroked his back.

It was when Shawn was drifting off in bliss that he heard the older man ask, “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you now?”

Shawn let out a groan. He’d been avoiding discussing the topic with Bret, but he knew the older man had picked up on his mood. Bret waited patiently, continuing to stroke Shawn’s back as he collected his thoughts.

“My dad wants us to break up.”

Bret’s hand halted, taken aback as he whispered, “Really?”

Shawn nodded, “Yeah. We got into a huge fight about it. He said it’s bad for business. I call bullshit.”

Bret knew that Vince probably wouldn’t be so open to him dating his son, but he didn’t think Vince would actually try to force them apart. Didn’t he care about Shawn’s happiness?

“What did you say to him,” he asked hoping that Shawn wasn’t gearing up to break up with him.

Shawn chuckled, looking up at Bret as he stroked the man’s cheek saying, “I told him to go fuck himself.”

Bret’s brows nearly flew off his face causing Shawn to clarify, “Well, not literally. I may as well have. There’s no way I’m leaving you, Bret. You mean so much to me.”

That seemed to ease Bret’s worries, the older man smiling down at Shawn as he said, “You mean a lot to me, too. But you’re not worried about your dad causing us trouble? Maybe we should be a bit more careful around him-”

Shawn tsked, “I’m not about to hide my relationship like I’m in high school. I don’t need his approval to be with you, Bret. If he doesn’t like it, then that’s his problem. He’s just going to have to deal with it.”

Bret grinned, tightening his arms around Shawn saying, “I knew you loved me.”

Love. They still hadn’t said the word to each other yet. But as fresh as their relationship was, they were soon headed in that direction.

Shawn snickered, “Hey, don’t get too ahead of yourself, pal.”

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Humble Beginnings Pt.3 (BretShawn)

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All it took was one night to change Shawn’s life for many years to come.

It wasn’t until a few months later in the summer of 1995 that Shawn and Bret would cross paths again.

The WWF was having a show that June in Houston, meaning Shawn didn’t need to worry about booking a plane ticket. However, Houston was still a 3-hour drive from San Antonio, so he booked a hotel room which happened to be at the same hotel that the wrestlers were staying that night.

As always, Shawn was invited to hang out with the guys at the hotel bar. It was starting to become a regular occurrence every time Shawn was able to make a show, and of course Shawn always accepted the invitation.

Shawn sat at the bar as he waited on the bartender to finish making his drink. While waiting, he looked across the room, seeing Hunter and his newfound friends making fools of themselves with large smiles plastered on each of their faces. It warmed his heart to know that Hunter surrounded himself with such a good group of guys.

As happy as he was when Hunter first started wrestling for the WWF, he still worried about him. However, his worries lessened as he got to know Hunter’s friends, who’d inadvertently become his friends as well.

Little did Shawn know, he was also being watched from across the bar by a certain Canadian.

 “Go on, man! He’s right there! Who knows when you’ll get another chance!”

“Owen, will you back off?”

“No. You need to go talk to him.”

“Why do you even care?”

“I care because it’s getting really annoying seeing you act like a shy little schoolgirl around this guy. Just go!”

“Owen, I can’t just go up there and start hitting on him. What if he’s not… you know…”

Bret was still in the closet himself. He’d yet to come out to his family, and he knew if rumors of his sexuality began to spread, his career could be jeopardized. The only people who knew were those closest to him: his brother Owen and his brothers-in-law Davey and Jim.

That was one of the many reasons why Bret was the closest to Owen out of all of his brothers.

Owen had suspected it years ago as a kid when he was snooping in Bret’s room, mistakenly finding his older brother’s gay porn stash under his bed.

Eight-year-old Owen was stunned to say the least. He didn’t know what to make of the situation and asking Bret about it was out of the question, especially because he wasn’t supposed to be in his room in the first place.

So Owen never said anything about it until years later when Bret came out to him.

He and Owen had been having a heart-to-heart one night, Bret discussing his failing relationship with his ex-girlfriend, Julie. She was pressuring him to propose, but he just couldn’t do it. When Owen asked what was holding him back, that’s when Bret decided to be completely honest.

He couldn’t see himself marrying her, not just because they weren’t compatible, but because he was more into men.

Bret always appreciated that Owen wasn’t judgmental about it, Owen promptly reminding him that whether Bret was straight, gay, or bi, he was still his big brother Bret to him

Owen’s support meant everything to Bret. However, it did get a little overwhelming and downright annoying at times when Owen made himself Bret’s honorary wingman.

 Bret sighed. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope! And besides,” Owen said, leaning over as whispered, “You could get lucky tonight.”

Bret stared at Owen, dumbfounded at the insinuation, before mushing Owen’s face away with his hand. Not having anything more to say, he stood up to walk towards the blond. 

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Owen belted at Bret’s retreating back 

Bret was in his head the whole walk over to Shawn.

What should I say to him? It’ll be weird if I already know his name, right?’

After Owen’s talk with Hunter, he’d proudly filled Bret in on all of the information he’d gathered about Shawn. As annoyed as Bret wanted to be at Owen for questioning Hunter after he’d explicitly asked him not to, he listened keenly and made no efforts to stop Owen from divulging what he knew.

As Bret got closer, he noticed an empty seat next to Shawn, and hastily made his way over before anyone else could claim it, sliding in the seat quietly as he thought of what to say.

Shawn was looking in the opposite direction, eyes still locked on his friends, so he didn’t notice anyone had sat next to him. Not immediately.

It bought Bret a few more seconds as he still contemplated how to start the conversation. What he wasn’t expecting was for Shawn to turn around a few seconds later, looking at him once again with those gorgeous blue eyes he’d always recognize.

Shawn was visibly surprised, an eyebrow raised in question as his eyes locked on Bret’s, waiting for the older man to say something first.

“Hey, it’s you again,” said Bret. That sounded casual, right? He sure hoped so.

“Bret,” said Shawn, a friendly smile slowly making its way across his face. He wasn’t expecting to run into Bret again, but he certainly didn’t mind. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Bret said again, mentally cursing himself as he noted that he’d already said hey. “I realized I never got your name.” Of course he did know his name thanks to Owen, but he needed a talking point.

It was Shawn’s turn to feel foolish. How could he not have mentioned it the last time they spoke? Flustered, he responded, “Sorry, how could I forget? I’m Shawn.”

Before Bret could think of a response, he was interrupted by the bartender handing Shawn a drink. Bret was reminded that their last conversation got cut short after Shawn received drinks from a bartender. It seemed that the same were destined to happen again as he saw Shawn making moves to leave his seat.

In an effort to rope Shawn back into the conversation, Bret voiced, “Hey, do you have a minute?”

Shawn paused his movement, giving Bret an inquisitive look which prompted the older man to continue, “It’s just that I saw you from across the bar, and I just had to come talk to you.”

A corner of Shawn’s mouth lifted, “Oh, really?”

Bret nodded. “Really.”

Shawn placed his drink down on the bar as he shifted into a more comfortable position in his seat. “Ok, let’s talk.”

And that was all it took to spark their conversation.

Bret and Shawn spent most of the night talking about any and everything they could think of. Their age, occupation, likes and dislikes. Shawn, of course, had more of an upper hand since he already knew a little about Bret’s background, but he wanted to know more.

Bret was pleasantly surprised at how funny, witty, and some may even say cocky, Shawn was. Not only was he beautiful, but he had a great personality, and there was never a dull moment in their conversation. 

Bret didn’t know how long their conversation lasted, but he dreaded its end when he looked past Shawn to see Hunter walk up behind the younger man, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey, we’re getting ready to leave,” Hunter informed. 

Shawn took a glance at Bret before looking back at Hunter saying, “Ok, I’ll see you later. I think I’ll hang around a bit.”

Hunter insisted, “I’m not leaving you here alone, man.”

“Who says I’ll be alone?” Shawn smirked as he shifted his head in Bret’s direction, winking at Hunter suggestively. “I’ll stop by your room in the morning before you leave, ok?”

Hunter was still hesitant to leave Shawn alone. Not that he thought Bret was a danger or anything, but the guy usually stayed to himself, so Hunter never got a good read on him. More importantly, Hunter would hate for anything bad to happen to Shawn if he could’ve prevented it.

However, Shawn’s a grown man and Hunter knew he’d just piss his friend off if he further insisted. 

“Alright,” he relented. “But I better see you in the morning,” he said as he pointed a stern finger at Shawn. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Shawn said as he waved Hunter off. “I’ll stop by, I promise.”

Hunter took one last look at Bret before walking away to leave the bar with his friends.

 With Hunter out of the way, the two men spent another hour in the bar enjoying each other’s company. Their conversation seemed to progress when Shawn mentioned that he considered getting a cat at one point to keep himself company in his bachelor pad, hinting to Bret that he was single.

“Bachelor pad,” Bret questioned.

“Yep,” Shawn nodded. “It’s just me in there. Unfortunately, I’m very single,” Shawn emphasized.

“What’s a guy like you doing single?” Bret was genuinely curious. It shouldn’t be difficult for someone as attractive as Shawn to find someone.

There was a short pause before Shawn answered, “Good guys are hard to find.”

Guys? So he does like men, Bret affirmed to himself.

“Same here,” he said, eyes lingering a bit on Shawn’s before looking away.

Shawn tilted his head in thought at the revelation.

Neither men commented on the fact that Bret had just confirmed that he liked men as well, something that most people in his life didn’t even know. It certainly made Shawn feel a bit more comfortable talking to him.

 The night grew long and eventually neared its end when Shawn let out a yawn saying, “I guess I should head to my room now. I gotta drive in the morning.” 

Bret was a little disappointed, not wanting the conversation to come to an end, but he didn’t let it show.

He instead checked his watch, noticing how late it was before responding, “Yeah, I should probably head out too. I’ll walk you to your room.”

Bret didn’t know why, but he felt obligated to make sure Shawn made it to his room safely, especially with the number of drunk wrestlers roaming around. He didn’t have reason to doubt that Shawn could protect himself if he had to, but he’d rather not put him in that predicament.

Shawn thought Bret’s offer was very considerate. He contemplated before answering, “Ok.” 

It was a short walk to Shawn’s room with it being on the first floor of the hotel. They walked in silence, something unexplainable in the air between the two men, neither confident enough to comment on it.

“This is it,” said Shawn as they reached his room door at the end of the hall. He turned to face Bret as he continued, “Thanks for walking me to my room. Very gentlemanly of you,” he snickered. 

Bret let out a chuckle, smiling widely enough that Shawn realized that Bret had dimples, dimples he found to be incredibly adorable. 

“Anytime.”

Instead of making a move to leave, both men continued to stand there looking at each other, both wondering if they were thinking the same thing – if the other man would make the first move.

Bret wasn’t sure if they were though, and he’d rather not make Shawn uncomfortable if he were wrong.  

Bret made a move the step back, but was stopped when Shawn called out, “Bret. Wait.” Here goes nothing, Shawn thought to himself.

Shawn gathered up the courage to close the gap between them, tugging lightly on Bret’s shirt to bring him closer before planting a soft kiss on Bret’s lips. He felt as if his heart were going to leap out of his throat, truly in disbelief at what he was doing, but it was too late to take anything back.

Bret was in just as much disbelief, relieved to know he wasn’t misreading the situation. He was quick to collect himself, determined not to ruin the moment as he cupped a hand on the back of Shawn’s neck, reciprocating Shawn’s kiss.

Shawn had only meant for the kiss to be a quick peck, but as soon as he tried to pull away, Bret eagerly followed his lips, placing his other hand on Shawn’s hip in a tight grip as he deepened the kiss, pleasantly catching Shawn by surprise.

Bret was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to slow down. The fact that the blond man that caught his eye was now wrapped in his arms kissing him relentlessly was surreal, and Bret savored every minute of it.

Their lips briefly separated as Bret pressed Shawn’s back against his hotel room door, causing the younger man to gasp before Bret was on him again, continuing where they left off. 

Shawn brought his arms up, wrapping them around Bret’s shoulders in an effort to bring them closer.

Neither man knew how long they stood there kissing, but they eventually had to break away for air. Bret rested his head on Shawn’s as they both panted, trying to gather themselves. 

Bret was the first to speak, whispering, “Why don’t we go up to my room?” His room was a couple of floors up but was confident he could sneak Shawn in unnoticed. 

Shawn smirked in amusement knowing the reason Bret asked, the evidence growing between their crotches.

Unfortunately for Bret, Shawn had a rule he lived by.

He gave Bret another peck before saying, “Sorry. I don’t put out on the first night.”

Bret groaned defeatedly as buried his head into Shawn’s shoulder, his ego a bit bruised at being turned down for the night. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone turned him down, which only strengthened his interest in Shawn.

He lifted his head as he asked almost desperately, “When will I see you again?”

Shawn shrugged, honestly not having a clue. “I don’t know. But if we ever do run into each other, you should try your luck again,” he ended with another kiss before separating himself from Bret, which came with much difficulty as the older man didn’t want to let Shawn go. 

After taking out his room key and opening the door, Shawn turned to look back at Bret, smiling softly as he said, “Good night, Mr. Hart.”

Bret looked on wistfully as he watched the blond close the door. 

He stood there for a moment, not moving as reality set in. Not only did he get rejected, but he’d have to deal with Owen’s taunting remarks once he found out that Bret most certainly did not get lucky that night.

 Shawn wasted no time planning to attend another show. Maybe he was more motivated now than ever after his last encounter with Bret, but he wanted to convince himself it was because he wanted to support Hunter, which was partly true. However, Bret was starting to become all he thought about.

It was a few weeks later in July when Shawn would get a chance to attend a show in Pennsylvania. He didn’t know how Hunter and his friends always pulled it off, but he was able to get a free ticket for the show, so he only needed to worry about paying for the plane ticket.

He didn’t bother booking a hotel room, planning to spend the night in someone else’s.

He’d originally planned to fly out to celebrate Hunter’s birthday that month. However, the trip also gave him an excuse to hopefully see Bret.

 Shawn’s hope started to wane that night as he sat in the corner of the bar, his friends around him in high spirits in celebration of Hunter, as he sulked internally over not seeing Bret yet. He’d been in the bar for nearly two hours and his optimism was wearing thin.

That all changed when he saw Owen walk through the door with Bret in tow. Bret looked across the room as if he were expecting to see a certain blond, and when his eyes landed on Shawn’s, both men shared matching grins.

Bret was thankful that it’d only taken a few weeks for them to see each other again. When he spotted the blond in the arena that night, he’d made an effort to lock eyes with him in acknowledgement. That also meant that he knew not to turn down the invitation to party at the hotel bar that night, Shawn most likely being there.

And luckily, he was right.

As soon as he spotted Shawn, he made no hesitation to walk towards him, confidently stealing him away from his friends, much to the annoyance of Hunter.

“See you later, guys,” said Shawn as he made a move to get up from their table.

Hunter put out an arm, halting Shawn as he asked, “Wait, where are you going? I thought you wanted to stay out tonight for my birthday.” Hunter’s birthday was really the next day, but they’d decided to celebrate it that night.

Shawn gave an apologetic look. “Sorry, Hunter, but I really need to go. I promise I’ll see you in the morning to give you your birthday kisses,” he ended jokingly, hoping to get Hunter to smile.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work, Hunter giving a hurt look as he said, “Sure. See you later.”

 Shawn felt guilty. He truly did, but as guilty as he felt, he was just as excited as he met up with Bret across the bar.

Before making his way over to Shawn, Bret had promptly told Owen to sleep in Davey’s room that night, not missing the sly grin on Owen’s face as he gave him two thumbs up in encouragement.

 Shawn stuck to his guns about not sleeping with Bret on the first night, but he didn’t hold back on his second.

The two men nearly ran to Bret’s hotel room, eager to be wrapped around each other once more. As soon Shawn closed the door, Bret was on him, pinning him against his room door as their lips began an intimate battle.

Both men breathed heavily, desperately grasping onto whatever article of clothing they could grip as their kiss quickly escalated.

“What do you say now,” asked Bret as he panted against Shawn’s lips, wanting to confirm that this was what the younger man wanted.

Instead of answering, Shawn crashed lips back onto Bret’s, initiating their long night ahead.

 Shawn was no saint, but the thoughts of what he and Bret did in bed that night made him blush, even weeks after it happened. The sex was passionate, sensual, and a bit intense compared to what Shawn was used to. 

Bret’s hands were gentle, yet eager to please. Shawn, who was used to a fast wild night, was drawn to Bret’s slow and steady approach. The way Bret ravaged his mouth with intense tongue battles while also rocking fluidly into Shawn like he was afraid of breaking him was the perfect balance. 

Bret was mesmerized at how toned Shawn’s body was, how he easily fit in his arms, and how perfectly round and soft his ass was. He loved hearing the sound of Shawn’s moans caused by his own doing. More importantly, he loved how Shawn held onto him for dear life, calling out his name as he came undone to Bret’s even strokes. 

It was a night they’d both never forget.

They spent the rest of that night wrapped in each other’s arms, talking openly and honestly about what they expected out of the situation.

Shawn was honest about how he wanted someone committed to him. He didn’t want to be treated as just a sex object. He wanted something serious, and if Bret wasn’t on board with that, then they may as well stop while they were ahead.

Fortunately for Shawn, Bret expressed how he wanted the same thing. He was 38 years old, was ready to settle down, and it’s not like he was getting any younger. Being 30 himself, Shawn could relate to that.

Shawn also shared his concerns about getting involved with a wrestler, especially due to their unpredictable schedules. His concerns drifted away when Bret confidently stated he’d do whatever it took to make it work – that’s if Shawn wanted to give it a try.

And that was the official start of their relationship.

 “Hey…Shawn,” Shawn was brought out of his thoughts, head snapping to look at a very confused Hunter.

Hunter had a few days off the road and decided to hang out at Shawn’s apartment. However, Shawn had zoned out more than a few times during their conversation.

“Are you ok? I’ve been calling your name.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.”

“…About?”

Shawn had yet to tell Hunter about his relationship with Bret, though the revelation shouldn’t be much of a shocker. He knew that Hunter was starting to notice the pattern of Shawn disappearing from their friend group in the middle of the night whenever Bret was nearby.

However, Shawn never confirmed nor denied anything.

As hesitant as he was, Shawn decided it’d be best to let Hunter know. He was his best friend after all, and he should know more than anyone.

Shawn took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something.”

Noticing Shawn’s apprehension, Hunter asked in concern, “What is it?”

“Um, well…I’m sort of, maybe, kind of seeing Bret Hart,” Shawn quickly muttered the last bit, hiding his face behind a nearby pillow he’d grabbed.

Shawn waited with bated breath, it becoming so quiet in the room that he could hear the crickets outside.

Once Hunter finally processed Shawn’s words, he exclaimed, “You’re what?!”

Shawn threw the pillow aside as he quickly stammered, “I know, I know! It sounds crazy, right? But it’s true.”

Hunter had no idea how to feel. First, he was a little offended that Shawn waited so long to tell him. It’s not like they told each other every single detail of their lives, but he thought Shawn would waste no time telling him he was involved with someone like Bret Hart.

Second, he still wasn’t sure how he even felt about Bret. He seemed decent but he was also standoffish to him and his friends, which left a sour taste in his mouth. Shawn dating him further complicated things.

“When did this happen?”

Shawn smiled awkwardly before saying,“…two months ago?”

“And you’re just now telling me?!”

Shawn groaned, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner! I wanted to, but I needed to see how things played out first. But it just doesn’t feel right keeping you out of the loop. I really like him, Hunter” he ended with a shy smile.

“Are you sure about this, Shawn?”

Shawn’s smile faltered, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? You think it’s a bad idea?”

“Not necessarily,” Hunter answered slowly.

He didn’t have any dirt on the guy, but he knew how quickly Shawn got attached to guys he liked.

He continued, “I just want to make sure you’re not jumping into this blindly. Are you sure he’s on the same page as you?”

As taken aback as Shawn was, he understood where Hunter was coming from. Shawn was a wreck after the Marty situation, and he knew Hunter didn’t want a repeat of that.

Shawn said confidently, “I know he does, Hunter. I don’t know how to explain it, but everything just feels right with him. But if you think it’s something I should know about him, just tell me.”

There wasn’t anything Hunter could think of. “Nah, I haven’t heard anything. You know I’d tell you if I did.”

Shawn smirked, “See? He’s a good guy.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Hunter chuckled. “Look, as long as he treats you right and you’re happy, I hope it works out for you.”

Shawn said softly, “Yeah, I hope it works out, too. Thanks, Hunter.”

“Of course.”

“Oh! Since you know about us now, I’ve got to tell you about the sex-”

“Uh, I’d rather not-”

“He’s massive, Hunt!”

And that’s how Shawn was banned from ever conversing about his sex life to Hunter ever again.

 Now that they were officially dating, Bret was dedicated to showing Shawn that he cared about him no matter the distance.

Like that one time he sent flowers to Shawn’s job. 

 “You have a delivery, Shawn,” said the receptionist as she brought a fresh bouquet of flowers to Shawn’s desk. 

Shawn turned away from his computer, puzzled as he grabbed the bouquet asking, “From who?”

“Not sure. The note said it’s from a ‘B. Hart,’” she said before walking away.

Shawn set the bouquet down on his desk, opening the card that was attached which read: ‘A reminder that I’m always thinking of you. Hope you enjoy your day at work – B. Hart.’

Shawn grinned from ear to ear the rest of the day in high spirits, heart melting over how thoughtful and sweet Bret was.

 There was also that time Bret surprised Shawn at his apartment in San Antonio. 

 Shawn grumbled as he got off the couch, slightly annoyed at whoever was knocking at his door. He looked through the peephole to see who it was, quickly flinging the door open once he recognized the man on the other side.

“Bret?! What are you doing here?!”

Bret chuckled, sarcastically saying, “Hello to you, too.”

Bret was met with Shawn throwing himself into his arms, stunned that his boyfriend was actually at his home. Bret had asked for Shawn’s address a while ago, but Shawn didn’t think he was planning a surprise visit. 

Bret hugged back just as tightly, almost tripping the two of them as he made his way into the apartment, Shawn still clinging onto him as he kicked the door closed. 

“I can’t believe you’re here. You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” Shawn whispered as he nuzzled his head into Bret’s neck.

“I’m happy to see you too,” said Bret, kissing the top of Shawn’s head. They clung to each other for a while longer before Bret lightly patted Shawn’s butt, saying, “Get dressed. We’re going on a date.”

Shawn swiftly lifted his head from Bret. “A date? Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Bret took them horseback riding, one of Shawn’s favorite childhood pastimes, and Shawn was left fawning over it weeks after Bret left to go back on the road. 

 And who could forget Shawn’s favorite moment, when Bret gave him his sunglasses during his ring entrance. 

 The crowd lit up in a roar as the infamous guitar riff of Bret’s music traveled across the arena. Shawn was there that night, screaming his head off along with the fans as his boyfriend made his way down the ramp. 

Multiple kids ushered themselves toward the front of the guardrails, it being known that Bret always picked a random kid from the crowd to give his pink sunglasses to.

Bret did his usual walk around the ring, receiving supportive pats on his back and shoulders. As he was scanning the crowd for a lucky child, he instead spotted a certain blond that gave his stomach butterflies as soon as he saw him.

Bret knew what he was about to do was going to seem out of the ordinary, but all he cared about was making Shawn feel special. 

Shawn knew he was blushing as Bret made his way towards his section. His expression soon changed into a look of bewilderment as Bret removed his sunglasses, motioning Shawn forward before promptly placing them over his head. 

Shawn’s bewilderment was matched with Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler commentating, “That doesn’t look like a kid to me!”

The moment was over as soon as it started when Shawn realized what happened, what risk Bret took by doing that. Luckily, most fans just assumed that Bret was giving out his shades to fans of any age now instead of just the kids. So no one looked further into it. 

As the match started, Shawn slowly sat in his seat, taking the sunglasses off his head, marveling at them in his hands as a euphoric feeling washed over him. 

 If Shawn ever questioned how serious Bret was about him, all questions of uncertainty flew out the window the day Bret asked Shawn to travel with him on the road.

Despite their long-distance relationship, Bret and Shawn had managed to see each other at least two times a month whenever the blond could make a show or whenever Bret could come to San Antonio.

But for Bret, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to see Shawn all the time and he knew Shawn felt the same way. 

As great as the idea sounded, Shawn had his reservations.

“I have a life in Texas, Bret. I can’t just put everything on hold,” said Shawn, still processing Bret’s suggestion. The Canadian had flown in to see Shawn and thought it was a perfect time to have the conversation in person.

“I’m not asking you to do that.”

“But you kind of are. You’re on the road the majority of the year more than you are home. How am I supposed to work? How am I supposed to pay my bills? What about my apartment?”

Bret understood where Shawn was coming from, all of his concerns being valid, but he was willing to do whatever he needed to make it work. “I can take care of you, Shawn.”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that,” he said honestly.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s scary, Bret. What happens if you get tired of me one day and just up and leave? What would I do then?”

It was apparent to Bret that Shawn was panicking, thinking a million miles ahead about what could go wrong. He’d quickly learned in the beginning of their relationship how anxious Shawn tended to get, especially when he felt like he had no control over a situation.

Bret just wished that Shawn knew he’d never need to worry about that. There was no one else Bret wanted to be with other than Shawn.

Bret let out a slow breath as he pulled Shawn into a comforting hug, gently rubbing his back hoping to calm down the younger man’s racing thoughts. He whispered, “I could never get tired of you, Shawn. You know that. I love you too much.”

That was what Shawn needed to hear.

Shawn pulled away to give Bret a brief kiss before saying, “I love you, too. I just need time to think about it, ok?”

Bret nodded, “Take your time.” Bret would support whatever decision Shawn made, but he desperately wished Shawn would make the decision to travel with him.

 Shawn took some time to think about it, contemplating the pros and cons. It was a big decision to make. He was a very independent person and the thought of depending on someone else was terrifying.

However, Shawn was left wondering what more Texas had to offer. He was still working a job he hated, his best friend wasn’t around to hang out with, and he was stuck in a constant cycle longing, feeling sad and lonely without Bret around.

Being on the road with Bret would allow him to finally be around the business he loved and the man he loved. He would also get to see Hunter more often, which was an added bonus.

So the decision was made.

Shawn quit his job, sold his belongings, broke the lease to his apartment, and hopped on the road with Bret with no regrets.

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Home’s Where the Hart Is Pt.2 (BretShawn)

<< Part 1 | AO3 Link | masterlist

Bret and Shawn take turns caring for each other

a/n: Wasn’t planning on writing a part 2, but the idea was thrown out there, so I decided what the hay! As a warning: fluff turned to smut…oop, lol 🤭

The silence of the living room was filled with the faint sound of the television playing some random tv show that the couple wasn’t interested in. Shawn sat on the couch comfortably with his feet propped up on the coffee table, stroking Bret’s head absentmindedly as the older man laid his head on Shawn’s lap, holding a bag of ice to his nose.

It had been a couple of hours since Bret returned home and, more than anything, Shawn really wanted to jump his bones. Going three months without having sex with his husband should have been a crime.

However, at the moment, Bret’s health was more important.

Shawn was pulled from his thoughts when Bret shifted below him. “Do you need a new bag, honey?”

Bret nodded. “Yeah, this one’s basically water now. Who knew ice could melt so fast,” he said grumpily, not wanting to move his head from the comfortable position on Shawn’s lap.

Shawn leaned down, giving Bret a brief kiss and taking the bag from his hand before heading to the kitchen.

He figured Bret would stay on the couch and wait for him to return like he’d done previously when Shawn left for more ice.

However, Shawn nearly jumped from his skin, freezing in place when he made it to the fridge and felt Bret’s arms sliver around him from behind, arms wrapping tightly around Shawn’s waist as he placed a chin on one of Shawn’s shoulders.

He kissed Shawn’s neck asking, “Why’d you stop?”

A sly smile made its way onto Shawn’s face. “It’s kind of hard to refill an ice bag with my husband pressed up against me.”

“Sorry, I’ll give you some space-”

“No!” Bret grinned at the reaction he was hoping he’d get out of Shawn. Shawn put the ice bag down on the counter and turned in Bret’s arms to face him, looping his arms around his neck. “Don’t you dare let me go.”

Bret’s smile deepened, as well as his dimples. “Of course not.”  

Shawn desperately wanted to give an Eskimo kiss but couldn’t for obvious reasons. “Is your nose feeling  any better?”

“It still stings, but I think the swelling’s going down. What do you think,” he asked as he leaned closer to give Shawn a better look.

He’d inadvertently just given Shawn easy access to his lips, which the blond eagerly claimed. “You look handsome, baby.”

“Not me. My nose, silly.”

“Oh, yeah. Right, that. Um,” Shawn pondered as he took a good look at his husband’s nose. “It still looks a little discolored, but it does look like the swelling’s going down.”

“Good. I need to be able to kiss you without worrying about hurting myself.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” He sighed, switching topics as a thought came to mind. “What do you want for dinner?”

“You.”

Shawn raised a brow in interest. “I like the sound of that. But seriously. You haven’t eaten since you’ve gotten home, and I know you didn’t eat anything at the airport.”

Bret cleared his throat. “Actually, I was thinking that maybe I could cook dinner for us instead. You deserve a break, Shawn.”

Shawn gave a hesitant look, causing Bret to ask “What?”

Shawn smiled awkwardly. “You know I appreciate you, baby. You’re so sweet to me. But I think the cooking should be left to me.”

Bret put on a frown. “Why? I can cook!”

“And I’m sure you believe that. Confidence is key, sweetheart.”

Bret gave Shawn’s ass a playful smack, “Hey! No being mean to your injured husband.”

Shawn laughed, kissing Bret’s cheek as an apology. “I’m not being mean. I’m just being honest.”

“Brutally.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

“But I’m being serious. I want to do something special for you to let you know how much I appreciate you.”

“Bret, you just being here is enough for me. You really underestimate how much of a gift you are to me. The fact that you haven’t divorced me yet is a miracle.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” Bret would never think to divorce Shawn, and he definitely didn’t want to  manifest it.  

He rested his forehead against Shawn’s, closing his eyes as he took in the moment – the moment ruined by his growling stomach.  

Shawn chuckled, “Someone’s hungry~”.  

Bret eventually convinced Shawn to give him a chance at cooking for them. ‘I’ve got this,’ he’d told Shawn confidently.

Bret most certainly didn’t have it.

Shawn ended up having to help out with the steak, and he had to completely remake the rice for Bret. He was amazed that the older man was even able to mess up something as simple as rice.  

In Bret’s defense, he initially started off well, but was distracted by Shawn standing behind him, watching him cook over his shoulder as he rubbed his crotch against his leg.

Not one to pass up his husband’s advances, Bret turned around and lifted Shawn to sit on the kitchen island behind them, getting in between his legs to kiss him as best as he could with his injured nose in the way.

The couple got carried away, rubbing and kissing on each other, unable to resist temptation. However, they were pulled from their stupor at the sound of the pot boiling over on the stove.

“Bret, the rice!”

Dinner was spent with the couple catching up with each other – Bret mainly telling stories from the road, and Shawn mainly asking about Hunter. As much as he was still pissed at his friend for hurting Bret, he still wanted to know if he was ok.

After dinner, Bret took both of their plates and scraped the excess food into the trashcan before putting the plates in the dishwasher.

Upon closing the dishwasher, Bret stood up to find Shawn standing giddily beside him. Shawn tugged on his arm saying, “I’ve got to show you something.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.”

That could either be really good or really bad. There was no in-between when it came to Shawn.

Shawn took the lead as he tugged Bret upstairs to their master bedroom. Once in the room, he guided Bret to sit on the edge of the bed.  

Shawn stood in front of him, saying nothing as he tugged off his shirt and threw it across the room. “Sooo, what do you think?”

Bret swears his mouth went dry as he looked on in awe.

In the months that Bret was gone, Shawn had found the time to get his belly button pierced, or at least that’s what Bret concluded from the jewelry shining in Shawn’s navel.  

Shawn started feeling a little self-conscious from Bret’s silence. “Do you like it?”

“Come here,” Bret commanded.

Shawn walked forward, thinking that Bret just wanted to get a closer look, but Bret’s hands met him halfway, reaching out towards his hips and yanking him forward towards his lap. Shawn took it as a good sign, straddling Bret before the man kissed him in the heat of the moment  

“I take it that you like it,” Shawn panted between their kisses.  

“I love it. You look so sexy.”

Shawn responded by grinding his hips down onto Bret’s lap, causing both men to let out a sharp breath. Shawn pressed his forehead against Bret’s whispering, “It’s been so long, Bret.”

“I know,” he whispered in return. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. I need you. Right now.” He’d been holding off all evening. He couldn’t take the wait any longer.

Shawn’s heart rate picked up in excitement as Bret switched their positions, Shawn on his back with Bret hovering over him. Bret wasted no time to dive down and attack Shawn’s lips with no remorse.

However, he realized too late that he probably should have been more careful.  

“Shit!” He screamed in pain as he’d bumped his nose against Shawn’s again. Shawn was pulled back to reality, watching his husband cup his nose yet again.  

He smiled in amusement. “When will you learn? Here, let me take care of you.”

Bret thought Shawn meant that he would go back downstairs to grab more ice. However, the younger man changed their positions, Bret on his back with Shawn now hovering over him.  

“Lift your arms.” Bret did as he was told, the throbbing in his nose slowly worsening.

Shawn pulled Bret’s shirt off then worked on taking off his pants and underwear. Shawn removed his own as well before joining his husband back on the bed.  

Shawn hadn’t given Bret room to breathe before his mouth was on his cock, licking and sucking in a way that only Shawn knew how to. Shawn moaned in pleasure around Bret as he reached a hand back to  stretch himself as well, not wanting to waste any time. He’d been fantasizing about Bret for three months, so the time for waiting was over.

Once he felt that he was stretched enough, Shawn let up with a pop from his lips before positioning himself over Bret’s cock.

Bret panted, “Shawn.”

Whatever he was about to say flew out the window as Shawn sank down onto him slowly. Both men were breathless, mouths open in silent pleasure as they each felt their bodies reuniting once again.  

Shawn let out the breath he was holding once he’d finally taken in all of Bret, breathing heavily as he allowed himself to adjust. Since it’d been so long, his body needed to get used to Bret’s size again.  

Bret was also going through his own internal battle, gripping Shawn’s hips as he forced himself not to thrust into the man that was still adjusting around him. That was extremely hard to do when he could perfectly see Shawn’s belly ring from this angle, tempting him to plow into the man above him.  

He was relieved when Shawn finally began to move. It was painstakingly slow at first,  the younger man still adjusting to Bret.

Bret wasn’t a selfish man. He’d let Shawn take as long as he needed to feel comfortable. His only concern was him possibly cumming before they’d even gotten started.

Shawn’s groans of discomfort eventually turned into pleasured moans as he quickened his pace. Bret kept his hands on Shawn’s hips, lightly guiding the man as he rode up and down his shaft. It was when Shawn began slamming himself down onto Bret that the older man lost it.  

He pulled Shawn down, wrapping his arms tightly around his upper body before digging the heels of his feet into the mattress as leverage to pound into Shawn. Shawn was a moaning mess, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Cum for me, baby,” Bret coaxed. “Go ahead. Do it for me.”

And Shawn did just that, streams of white shooting between him and Bret as he rode out his orgasm. Bret was not too far behind, his thrusts coming to a halt as he came into Shawn.  

Both men lay there spent from their activities, breathing heavily as their hearts pounded from their chest.

“God, I’ve missed that,” Shawn panted, coming down from his high.

“Yeah, me too.” Bret gave a loving kiss on Shawn’s head. “I love you so much.”

“Me too.”

Bret smiled, “You love yourself so much or you love me?”

Shawn looked up, smiling lazily at Bret, “I love you, in case that wasn’t clear.” Bret kissed Shawn’s cheek in appreciation.

“How’s your nose?” Shawn felt like he’d asked that question a million times that evening, but he just wanted to make sure Bret was ok.

Bret had long forgotten about the pain of his nose while they were having sex. Now that his endorphins were wearing off, he was starting to feel the slight throb of his nose again. But Shawn was more important at the moment.

“I’m alright.” He lightly tapped Shawn’s back before saying, “Come on. It’s time for me to take care of you now.”

Bret was particularly gentle with Shawn, more than usually, especially with the young man still being sensitive from their recent activities.

Shawn clung onto Bret like a koala in the tub as the man washed the both of them as best as he could with their compromised position. Bret shifted Shawn so that the blond’s back was pressed to his chest, his head leaning back over Bret’s shoulder to allow Bret to wash his hair. Shawn closed his eyes in content as he let Bret take care of him.

It wasn’t until Shawn was clean, dried off, and tucked into bed snoozing away that Bret finally went downstairs to re-ice his nose.

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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒉.𝟒 (𝑷.𝑺𝒉)

✧.*Summary  ✧.*-Due to olden traditions, you’re sent off to be a sacrifice to an unseen beast on an island far from home. You’re not exactly the one to go down without a fight and you promise when you get yourself out of this situation, you’re going back for revenge.

After an encounter in the ocean and arriving on the island in question, you collect yourself and begin making preparations to get yourself off of this island.

All while being watched over by a pair of unfamiliar, narrowed emerald eyes.

✧.*Pairing  ✧.*-Siren!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

✧.*Genres  ✧.*-Angst, Romance, Smut, Action, Fantasy, Survival, Slight Horror Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Siren AU, Monster AU, Enemies to Lovers

✧.*TWs  ✧.*-Mentions of Death, Blood, Subtle Monster Transformations, Non-Descript Mentions of Eating People (I mean Seonghwa ain't human so it's not cannibalism but-)

✧.*Sws ✧.* - Hair pulling, Strength Kink, Size Difference, Food Play, Oral Fixations, Wet Dream, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Pussy Drunk Seonghwa, Monster Anatomy (Elongated tongue, Two Cocks, Knots-), Thigh Fucking, Titty Fucking, Grinding, Teasing, Fingering, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, Overstimulation, Virginity Loss, Depictions similar to Heats/Ruts, Double Penetration, Breeding, Knotting, Creampie, Mind Break (From Pleasure, everything is safe, sane, and enthusiastically consensual here)

✧.*Rating  ✧.*- Explicit (18+)-Minors DNI

✧.*WC  ✧.*-15.5k+ (help, my back hurts-)

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✧.*A/N  ✧.*This was originally a 3k+ paid commission thanks to the lovely @jacksons-goddess-gaia​​ but I loved the idea so much that I decided to make this into a short series! Thank you again for allowing me to turn your comm into something of a bigger scale and I hope you and everyone else also likes this little series! Just a note of warning, the ending of this series does have a pretty dark ending so please be mindful of the tws of each respective chapter (tbh I don’t think its any darker than the shit I make yall suffer through write anyway but just a fair warning, you are not ending this as any kind of pacifist lol)

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After that fateful day, everything regarding life on the island…shifted.

Seonghwa no longer appeared just in the corner of your vision. No, instead, he had been all but glued to your side, helping you with hunts and accompanying you as you traversed newer parts of the island. 

It was nice. Having a companion at your side. Someone who would sit and listen to your stories about your parents, whom you missed dearly. Or an extra pair of hands to help you find the missing remains scattered about the island and lay your fallen sisters to rest properly. 

Speaking of resting, after a bit of fumbling, he'd all but nominated himself to be your…mattress, essentially. Not a single night passed now without Seonghwa settling his large form down first, looking at you with those dazzling emerald eyes as he waited for you to (shyly) crawl beside him. Some nights, you sleep with your back to his broad chest, lulled to sleep by his singing as he held you close with a single arm. 

Other nights, when bite of the night air is a bit chillier or while it rains just outside, Seonghwa nudged you on top of him, cocooning you in a blanket and then protectively wrapping both arms around you, rumbling every time you wiggled in his grasp until you force your fluttering heart to calm down and tuck your head in the crook of his neck.

He doesn't sing then, not until you're settled in and already dozing. Instead, he lets you shift to and fro, watching with half lidded eyes that shine in the dark with mirth.

"Have you finished fluttering, Little Bird?"

You flush and feel your ears heat up.

"You could help."

"I could. But it is cuter to watch you wriggle around. You make some interesting sounds."

You slap him half heartedly (it doesn't phase him) and huff, focusing on going to sleep after that. 

It's only after you begin to doze off on your own that you hear those familiar notes, quietly pushing you into the realm of dreams as you feel every thrum and vibration rumble from his throat.

This truly was a dream…

Erm, anyway-

Seonghwa had been so kind as to use his magic to create clothes for himself…before promptly giving you his shirt to wear. 

It was so large, it essentially was a dress, with the benefit of being fresh and clean (and smelling of Seonghwa). He didn't bat a lash as he produced a fresh shirt for you nearly daily (until you told him you could just wash the others, feeling bad about how much he'd been gifting you) Seonghwa usually ended up staying in the nude unless you both intended on going much deeper in the forest for the day.

Even then, he somehow ended up coming back to camp with you, pants mysteriously absent. Something about being more comfortable and feeling less restricted in "Landling Attire" and not seeing any need in wearing them if you already knew of his existence and weren't bothered by it. 

Well, you were bothered by it, but probably not in the way he'd thought. The more time you spent with the seven foot behemoth of a man, the more you began to…realize some things.

Specifically with the dawning realization you definitely had an attraction to him. 

At first, you'd held a small conference with yourself in your head. Had it just been residual emotions from him saving your life? Perhaps that was part of it, but it certainly wasn't all.

Your mind had already wandered way more than it ever had before with anyone else when you had those treacherous first 48 hours together. It continued to wander, tripping, falling, and rolling down a hill as you become hyper aware of certain…habits the SeaBorn man had. 

Like the otherworldly show of strength he showed nabbing that sturgeon, or the way he had cleared the way for you sometimes by hefting up entire boulders, the veins in his arms, neck, and legs bulging from the challenge before letting out a rough snarl of a noise as he tossed it aside. The pleased, almost feline purr that would leave his lips when he was satisfied, accompanied with an occasional clicking resonating from deep in his chest that tickled your brain in a way you were wholly unused to. 

Or, endearingly, the way he'd tilt his head, listening to you intently as you told quiet stories over your dinner campfire. His singing always put you at ease, and you quickly found it took no effort at all for you to fall asleep against his chest once he began to sing to you.

It was…oddly domestic and wholesome, though your thoughts weren't always the same.

Like today. 

Seonghwa could pick you up without any effort, often doing so with one hand or arm, supporting your bottom as he'd lift you up to reach high fruit from trees you previously weren't able to reach without throwing fallen branches and rocks and hoping your aim was good enough to make them fall. 

That's where you'd found yourself today. Perched on his shoulders, reaching up as you mumble under your breath. It would be easier if he just held you up, yes. His arm span was enough. But you were admittedly stubborn, and wanted to hold onto some sense of usefulness. Seonghwa was here but you couldn't expect him to do everything while you sit back and do nothing. 

He merely grunted below you, feeling the weight of your hips on the back of his neck, humming as you huff. 

"Do you wish to-"

"No, I got it!" You cut him off, threading your fingers through his hair without thinking, steadying yourself as you rise up to your knees. Your fingers brush just barely against the fruit, your knees digging into Seonghwa’s shoulder slightly as you lean more. 

"Y/n. As much as I looooove having your knees on my shoulders, just let me hold you up." 

You barely have the time to rebut his suggestion before you feel yourself slip and fall forward, head first. 

You shriek, throwing your arms up to brace yourself for the ground. 

You're stopped abruptly, dangling upside down as Seonghwa’s hand shot out to catch you, wrapping his fingers around your ankle. 

Immediately, you feel a breeze, the fabric of his shirt dropping with gravity as he holds you. 

Fire ignites in your veins as you lift your head, blushing all the way to your ears when you're met with his cock.

Your eyes are crossed as you stare, before a deep growl above you drew your gaze forward. 

It's admittedly hard to see while upside down, but Seonghwa isn't looking at your face when you strain your neck to look at him. 

A passing breeze reminds you of your…compromised position-and where his eyes were currently locked-and you bring your other leg in, closing them to the best of your ability. 

That seems to snap Seonghwa out of his trance, his eyes-now…magenta?-focusing onto yours as he righted you and set you on your feet. You look up at him, completely flustered, but for once it's him who doesn't meet your gaze.

Instead, he reeled back, slamming his fist into the tree and holding his free hand out to catch the falling fruit. Once he did, he looked down at you finally, his eyes still half lidded and magenta as he offered his arm for you to climb into. You do so, perching back on his shoulders as he walks back to camp. 

Neither of you speak during that stretch of time, though a huge part of you wants to know why his usual emerald eyes turned such a vibrant and deep shade of magenta. 

You try to think back to when you'd ever seen his eyes change, and can only recall them doing so in moments of fury, bleeding into a bloody crimson. 

Was…he angry at you? Was that it?

"Seonghwa?" You finally speak once you see the outline of your camp through the trees. He made a sound of acknowledgment in his throat and glanced at you, seemingly lost in thought. You worry your lip between your teeth. 

"Uh, I'm sorry. If I hurt you with my knees or anything. I just like to do things myself and having everything handed to me just-"

"I am not injured. And I know you prefer your independence. Which is why I didn't say anything until you began to strain yourself."

You nod quietly, looking at his side profile. 

"....are you angry at me?"

"Not in the slightest. Why? Your scent has changed again. What has made you anxious? Did I harm you when I caught you?" He finally turned to look at you, and you pressed your lips together, shaking your head. 

"Your eyes changed color. I've only seen that when you're angry. They're not red but…"you trail off, looking down. He said you hadn't hurt him but his shoulder was permanently scarred from you, maybe it was still sensitive-

Your thoughts halt and stall as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze.

"I can assure you, it's not anger I'm feeling at the moment." 

"....what are you feeling, then?" You inquire. He hummed, deep and melodic as he set you down and leaned into your ear. 

"Probably the same thing you're feeling that's making your scent so sweet."

Your eyes widen slightly as words fail you completely, watching as Seonghwa turned his attention to the fruit he'd knocked out of the tree, sniffing quietly. You flushed, staring at him as you gripped the end of his shirt you were wearing. 

He'd been mentioning that since you met him. Your scent. He seemed to be able to detect even minute changes in your mood because of it and you feel realization dawn on you exactly what he meant by 'sweet smell'. 

It's your own arousal. 

There was a cracking sound that snapped you abruptly from the conference you'd been having with yourself, and your head whirled around to the noise, watching as Seonghwa held one of the hard-shelled fruits in his giant palm, squeezing and cracking it clean in half effortlessly. Carefully, he sniffed the inside before a pleased grin tugged at his lips, fangs flashing. You watch as he pulled one half away from the other, tilting his head back to eat directly from the split fruit. 

Juices dribbled down his chin and neck as he messily ate, a low purr rolling out of his throat. Milky, white, and fragrant. You could see a sliver of his tongue, much longer than any human or beast you'd encountered in your own life, curling and coaxing more of the fruit out.

Goodness, the sounds-

Truly, you need to think back and recall when exactly you obtained such a perverted mind. 

"It's safe to eat." 

You jolt, eyes snapping upwards. His eyes are fixed on you as he lowered the second half of the fruit, the same tongue he'd just used to clear out the inside of the fruit rolling over his lips as he waited for you to take it.

"O-oh. Uh. Thank you."

You reach and take it from him, clearing your throat as you pluck pieces of the inside out, the juices sweet and fragrant as you raise the fruit to your lips.

Seonghwa smiled and sat beside you, one arm resting on his knee as the other grabbed another fruit. A familiar crack startled you for a moment before you saw him eating out of the corner of your vision. Clear, sticky droplets chased one another down the side of his lips, past the curve of his Adam's apple, and disappearing further down his chest.

'Stop staring, Y/n.' You tell yourself

You do not, in fact, stop. Instead, you pause completely, lips slightly parted as a band of tension builds in your stomach. You don't voice it, but your brain is aflame with chatter regarding the SeaBorn and your mind is invaded with thoughts of licking his chest and neck clean, chasing the droplets in reverse all the way up to his lips-

You must have made a sound of some sort, instantly pink eyes are fixed on you. 

Seonghwa doesn't say a word, leaning into your space, the sweet smell from his natural scent and the fruit making you dizzy. 

"You haven't eaten much. Is it unappetizing? I can always fish instead for you." He offered. You shake your head, coughing and looking away.

"N-no, sorry, my head is just in the clouds."

He doesn't move from his spot, humming as he took the fruit from your hands. You only have enough time to utter a hurried 'hey!' before he dug the flesh of the fruit out with his claws before he held it to your lips, waiting. 

You reach, his eyes narrow and he pulls away slightly. You don't have to repeat the motion to know what he's trying to do. 

"If you're not going to eat because you're distracted, I'll just feed you. Don't bite your tongue. Or me."

You feel a wave of embarrassment laced with excitement as you open your mouth, eyes fixed on Seonghwa’s as he guided the first piece past your lips. 

It was a good fruit. Great, even. But every single move you made in these moments was laced with a tension you'd never felt before. 

"Do you like it?" He inquired, pausing before giving you another. 

"Yes," you respond, leaving your mouth open afterwards, welcoming more. 

It seems you weren't the only one who'd had a dirty mind today. Seonghwa’s eyes drifted to your lips, a low, vibrating hum rumbling from his chest as he fed you another piece. 

"Good," he breathed out airily, thumb idly rolling over your lips, smearing the fruit juice across your bottom lip. "I don't want to do anything you don't like."

You know full well this isn't about the fruit anymore. You lick your lips when he pulled his hand away, heart thundering in your chest. 

"I would tell you." You mutter. He hummed, eyes half-lidded as he looked back into your eyes. 

"And I would cease. Immediately."

You bite your lip and watch him bring the last of the fruit forward. You grab his wrist, holding him still as you eat from his fingers, kissing his fingertips gently before your tongue flicked out, lapping up juices from his palm up to his middle finger. 

"I know you'd stop. I trust you."

More patches of scales appeared in an instant, peachy pink as a loud purr reverberated through his chest. He stared at his fingers when you pulled back before bringing them directly to his lips, tongue curling over his middle finger where you'd just lapped up. 

You shudder, subtly rubbing your thighs together as Seonghwa stared at you through his lashes. 

You'll always be smaller than him but under that gaze, you felt like a divine being up in the clouds had laid eyes on you. 

Seonghwa finished and rumbled, standing to toss the husks of the fruit into the lake for the bottom feeders to hide inside and shelter from larger predators. Eventually, it would break down and become sustenance for those in the lake. You follow the line of his body as he moved, and feel punched in the chest when you find he's definitely aroused.

“You’re staring a lot more than usual today.” He teased, lips pulling up into a smirk as he waded into the water, effectively hiding himself from you before he dove in, his massive tail appearing moments later, slapping the surface of the water and sending droplets flying upwards. 

It left a beautiful rainbow as he disappeared below the surface. 

The water of the lake was pleasant and clear, and you could see the outline of his large body as he swam deeper. 

Soon, you couldn't see that much. 

"Because my mind is racing." You huff, staring at the surface of the water.

You weren't ignorant of your own body. Hardly so. You just…didn't know how to go about it. 

Or if you should. 

Seonghwa wasn't human. Would something like sex between the two of you even work? 

You're reminded, with a flush to your cheeks, that he has two dicks, apparently. 

Though, you had only seen one. 

You hum and lay back, closing your eyes and exhaling gently. He had the same basic shape as a human, though his size may prove to be…a challenge. 

Seriously, why had you only seen one?

"Maybe it's tucked away internally like some other animals do?" You muse to yourself. There's a splash somewhere in the lake and you jolt upright, thinking he'd heard. 

Instead, you find him showboating, diving deep and launching his body several feet out of the water, flinging droplets of water every which way before making a colossal splash in the center of the lake. Thankfully, his choice of location spared you the trouble of having to dry yourself off. 

You watch him swim and flip in the lake, your palm resting on your chin. 

Perverted thoughts and musings aside, this still felt…right. Whatever this was. 

You lay back down, finding yourself dozing under the afternoon sun. 

Your brain hadn't been quite done tormenting you, however. 

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In your dream, there wasn't nearly the same amount of agonizing fanfare when it came to your desires. As soon as you're mind focused, you find your hand tangled in Seonghwa’s silky locks, with his head buried between your thighs. 

You're rutting against his mouth, eyes fluttering as that oh-so-long tongue curls and curves inside of you. The sound is intoxicating, and you realize your imagination has taken the sight of Seonghwa eating-messily,at that-and ran with it, down to the noise rolling around in your mind. 

"Look at me. Don't close your eyes." 

With a shiver, you look down, staring back at peachy pink colored eyes. Your lips part as you hurriedly whisper his name, cooing like a mantra as your hips twitch and jolt every which way. 

He groans and drags you to your climax, holding onto your hips so you don't squirm away, tongue flicking and curling until he was sure he'd licked you clean. 

It leaves you spent, your chest rising and falling erratically as he leaned up to meet your lips, rumbling against them. 

"Just lie back. I'll take care of the rest." He purred, running the tips of his claws down your abdomen, just enough to make the goosebumps rise on your skin. 

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When you jolt awake, you make a sound you don't recognize, and out of your peripheral, you see a shadow pause. 

Seonghwa looked down at you, holding two massive tree trunks under his arms as he met your wide, unfocused gaze. 

"Are you alright?"

You nod, sitting up. You're embarrassed to find a telltale ache between your legs and your heart still trying to escape from your chest.

Seonghwa stared at you even longer, still, before sitting across from you, watching you for a prolonged pause before he seemed to drop it, setting one of the trunks down beside him. The other one rested in his lap, and he took a moment, eyeing it from different angles before humming. 

"What are you doing?" You inquire, standing-albeit a bit on wobbly legs-and walking over to him. 

"Firewood." Is all he says before he dug his claws into one end of the tree. 

It's there, you notice, roots. 

"Seonghwa…? Did you uproot a tree?"

He looked at you before nodding. 

"Yes. It's more efficient this way than to slowly hack away at branches, no?" He inquired, promptly tearing the trunk in half with a growl and one hard motion. 

You flinch a bit at the sudden loud and splintering noise, and he paused, looking at you. 

"Could you stand back, my Little Bird? I don't want any pieces flying and harming you."

My Little Bird.

You feel the heat rise to your face as you move a ways away from him. He looked over his shoulder, nodding when you’d moved a good enough distance. The sound of him grunting and growling filled the air once more and you decide to wander around while he does that, trying to clear your mind. 

It wasn't like there was anything to deny when it came to your feelings in this matter. Seonghwa was a devilishly attractive being and you clearly felt yourself being drawn into him. 

Even without his powers.

He’d explained them to you one evening. The power of his voice. It could easily bend and break one’s mind. Leave them a mere feeble shell of themselves as he did whatever he pleased. 

And all he ever seemed to use those enchanting notes for was easing your mind during moments of distress, when the nightmares of your past experiences made sweat break out on your skin and when the claws of panic drag their nails down every corner of your mind. 

His voice melted those things away, a hummed lullaby at times, an orchestra of one during others. 

You startle as you feel your toes brush against something cold and wet and as you bring yourself free of your thoughts, you find you’ve walked to a hidden waterfall you found a few days back. 

-“Seonghwa! Seonghwa, look! I found a waterfall!” You’d been so excited to tell him, looking down at the crystal clear water. It was well hidden, with green surrounding it on most sides in the shape of a crescent, and a decently sized spring. 

Seonghwa had looked around, nose tilted up as he sniffed for any signs of danger. When he found there were none, he relaxed, smiling at you. 

“Would you like to go inside? Have you been near a waterfall this close before?” He inquired, taking your hand and walking towards the water. 

You considered taking your clothes off before getting in, but felt a familiar shyness creep into your being that lead to you just getting in as you were, gasping as Seonghwa tugged you under the water’s surface. 

He held his hands near your head, the water spinning and swirling until it formed a bubble, and he simply smiled, fangs flashing as you take a hesitant breath of surprise. 

“I would never let you drown.” He chuckled, and you shudder, holding onto him regardless. Seonghwa didn’t tease you, simply holding your hand and swimming with you, his tail a beautiful glittering fan in the clear water.-

You shake yourself out of yet another daydream and begin to take your clothes off, wading into the water. The sun hadn’t yet set, so you weren’t worried about not being able to find your way home afterward. 

The ache between your legs reminded you of your ever wandering mind and you huff, sitting on a smooth rock. You worry your lip between your teeth, looking down. 

Seonghwa hadn’t followed you this time, it should be fine. 

You reach between your legs, surprised at just how wet you’d gotten from your dream. It was almost embarrassing, the dream didn’t even last long. 

Of course, it wasn’t just that though, was it?

You sigh and close your eyes, rolling your fingers over your clit, letting your head tilt back as the tiny sparks ran up and down your spine. Your free hand finds its way to your chest, caressing and squeezing. 

How would his hands feel on your body instead? 

That one thought alone made a whimper slip from your lips, your mind yearning for Seonghwa’s touch as you feel your fingers covered in your own fluids the more you rubbed yourself. 

“S-Seonghwa-” You sigh his name, your back arching as you recall the way he stared at you when he caught you, his eyes trained on your pussy, both they and his scales that beautiful pink color. 

He wanted you, probably just as much as you wanted him. His body all but broadcasted it. 

Hell, look at you, yours did just as much as his, at this point.

You slip your fingers into yourself after teasing them against it for an agonizingly long stretch of time, mewling as you spread your legs wider. 

Your voice is but a whisper over the sound of the rushing waterfall just a few feet away, and without a second thought, you let your moans freefall, calling out Seonghwa’s name the longer you pleasured yourself. 

It was aggravating, your fingers felt good, but they weren’t enough. Your mind had ingrained its own version of pleasure inside of your head and one, two, even three fingers weren’t enough to satisfy the hunger and need that had settled in. 

“Seonghwa! Seonghwaa!” You whimper, frustrated beyond comprehension. 

“My. Is this where you snuck off to?” 

You freeze, the only thing you hear for the longest time is rushing water and your erratic heartbeat. Your eyes open slowly, and you sit up, finding Seonghwa standing a few yards from you, arms crossed. 

You don't say a word as he slowly drug his gaze up your body, from your toes all the way to the top of your head, his scales a deeper shade of pink before his eyes-also pink-locked onto your face. 

“You called my name, so I came running, thinking you were in trouble. It seems I was wrong.” 

You don’t break your gaze with him, but the burn in your chest reminded you that you actually needed to breathe. 

“Seonghwa…”You pant pathetically, and had your head been clearer, you may have been embarrassed. Instead, you reach for him, brows pulled up. 

He cleared the space between you in an instant, dwarfing you with his sheer size as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist. 

“You poor girl. I’ve never seen this look on your face before. How can I help?” 

You blush. Your mouth flounders for longer than you’d like it to. He chuckled and tilted your chin up, leaning into your space. 

“How about we start with a kiss?”

Your eyes drift down to his lips and you nod, pulling your fingers free from yourself and blushing as Seonghwa leaned in, kissing you. He held your chin between his fingers, his claws lightly pressing against your skin, but not breaking as you melt against him. 

He’s…surprisingly soft. His lips are plush and you realize-again-that you’ve forgotten to breathe again until you feel him lap at your bottom lip. You bring your hands up, cupping his face as you deepen the kiss. 

Seonghwa growled, the sound reverberating and vibrating through his chest loud enough for you to feel it in your own. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he hungrily kissed you, pushing you back until he was completely on top of you, his palms splayed out on the rock at either side of your head. 

You feel yourself ache as you kiss him, reminded of the length of his tongue as he leads the kiss, exploring and mapping out every part of your mouth. The feeling is bordering on overwhelming as you part your lips wider, panting and gasping as spittle ran down the corner of your lips. 

Seonghwa broke the kiss, looking down at your dominant hand. 

It's then, you realize, you’ve smeared your juices along the skin of his cheek and chin when you held him, and a sense of mortification settled in your body. 

“O-Oh, I’m so sorry-”

Seonghwa’s tongue lulled out of his mouth, long enough to lap at his cheek before doing the same to his chin. You stare at him, heart hammering in your chest as his pupils dilate, staring dead into your eyes. 

“Seonghwa?” 

He grabbed your hand, dragging his tongue along your fingers, groaning as he did so, the pink of his eyes and scales darkening even more as he breathed sharply through his nose. 

“So this is how you taste? Its…intoxicating.” He growled, letting your fingers go after a few moments of him sensually licking and sucking them clean. You blush and think back to the fruit, to your dreams, and his…interesting reaction. 

“Do you want to taste more?” You whisper, still having trouble finding your voice. He heard you, regardless, looking down at you before his eyes trailed lower. Your gaze followed, biting your lip as you saw his cock, hard and drooling along your stomach. 

Still, just the one. 

You are hell bent on seeing the second one. 

Seonghwa moved lower, grabbing both of your knees and holding them apart, eyes focused on the glistening juices clinging to you. You almost close your legs instinctively, but a simple flex of his fingers reinforced that you wouldn’t be able to do so easily. 

Good, you didn’t actually want to. 

You let out a soft exhale as Seonghwa drug his tongue over your clit, a deep rumble leaving his lips as he tasted more of you. He curled his tongue over the bud, settling himself between your legs and purring as he suckled on it. The sparks from before paled in comparison to the lightning trailing up and down your spine, your hands flying to tangle themselves in the blonde’s hair. 

Seonghwa didn’t budge, panting against your core as he drug the tip of his tongue lower, moving his elongated tongue along your clit and between your folds. He perked when you let out a gasp, the tip of his tongue dipping into you for the briefest of moments. 

He slowly looked back up at you, holding your gaze as he smiled against your lower lips. Your heart squeezed and you subtly spread your legs wider, biting your lip when you feel his fingers tighten for a moment, expecting you to try and close them again. 

When you don’t he took the silent invitation for what it was, delving his tongue into you and groaning once he did. 

Seonghwa’s hands move from your knees to your thighs, claws slightly digging into the soft skin there as he worked his tongue in and out of you. 

Your grip in his hair tightened and you gasp as you rock your hips back and forth, working yourself shamelessly on his tongue. Seonghwa didn’t mind, in fact, he’d been surprisingly quiet since he’d gotten between your legs. You shyly glance down, biting your lip as you see him eagerly bobbing his head, his lips and undoubtedly his chin covered in your precum. 

“S-Seonghwa!” You cry out, he only growled in response, pressing his nose against your pelvis as he thrust his tongue deeper. He seemed to be intoxicated, squeezing your thighs tighter. 

You feel droplets roll down them, and at first, you assume it’s sweat. It wasn’t until the dazed and lustful look in Seonghwa’s face is replaced with a sobered look, his eyes snapping over to your thigh. You whine, frustrated, and follow his gaze.

His claws had dug into your thighs, drawing ribbons of blood. 

You hardly felt any pain from the pricks, but Seonghwa immediately pulled away from your pussy, moving to drag his tongue up your thigh, suckling and kissing his way up until he reached where he had drawn blood, laving them with licks and kisses. 

You smile, gently caressing his head before you push him away from your thigh. Seonghwa looked at you with a curious expression in his hooded eyes. 

“I’m fine. I didn’t even notice. You felt so good…”You trail off before gasping sharply as he kissed your clit. 

“Then I’ll continue.”

You bite your knuckle as he once again pushed his tongue into you, holding you by your ass and keeping you flush against his lips, with your thighs over his shoulders. 

“D-Don’t you-ah-! Don’t you want me to…ngh oh fu-fuck right there-”Your thought process derailed as Seonghwa’s tongue brushed against a tight bundle of nerves deep inside of you. 

Goodness, if his tongue could go that deep, just how deep could his cocks go?

The thought, combined with the sensations of Seonghwa hungrily eating you out was enough to push you over the edge of your pleasure, and you feel yourself unravel in his arms moments later after trying-and failing-to rush out a hurried warning to him. 

He felt you clench around his tongue, still thrusting and curling it regardless, but you can see his pupils dilate even more the moment your orgasm actually settles on his palette. 

He squeezed your ass tight, a deep growl ripping from his throat as he kept going, trying to urge more of your cum out. You feel your eyes flutter closed, hips twitching both towards his mouth, and away. 

“More, Y/n, darling I want more. You’re…mmm...you taste so good.” 

The sound is absolutely filthy as he messily alternated between thrusting his tongue deep inside of you, and pulling his tongue out to focus on your clit. 

You close your thighs around his head, rocking and bucking forward as you feel another orgasm fast approaching. Every part of your body feels like it's electrified one moment and on fire the next. 

“My…nnn, my body, Seonghwa-” You mewl, kneading and groping your chest. Seonghwa looked up, smiling drunkenly as he licked his lips.

“SeaBorn saliva has aphrodisiac properties it makes it easier for our partners to take both of our cocks during sex. Does this feel good, Y/n?” He rubbed his thumb over your clit, resting his chin on your stomach as you jolt and twitch. 

Both….

“I wanna…nnn I wanna see it.” You moan, bucking. Seonghwa looked at you before he removed your thighs from his shoulders and sat up, licking the taste of your precum off of his thumb. 

You can see his cock standing proud, thick and long, but still unable to stand straight against his abdomen from the weight of it. Seonghwa watched you with a dark, pleased gaze, a melodious clicking leaving his chest as he stood to his full height. 

Like this, after you sit up, you’re eye level with his cock. 

There’s a sweet aroma coming from him, and you lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock, confirming that the sweet smell is from his cock as a bead of precum rolled out against your lips. Seonghwa seemed to consider putting his hands on your head like you had done to him, but he resisted, squaring his shoulders and letting you lick and grab him at your own pace. 

He didn’t want to hurt you. 

The action was endearing, and you sent him a smile as you stroked him, licking and kissing his cock. Your eyes trail up, and you notice just above his sizable length, there's a vertical slit in his skin, weeping more of the sweet smelling liquid, though it was an interesting color. 

A creamy and glittering pastel pink fluid dribbled out of the slit, and you found yourself staring as it shimmered in the moonlight at certain angles, you could see flecks of blue and silver in the milky fluid. 

Oh, it was already night time? How long had you two been going at it?

You bring your hand up, rubbing your fingers between the fold, and immediately Seonghwa’s hips jerk, his eyes wide. 

You stare up at him before you sit up straighter, pushing your fingers past the leaking slit. Seonghwa let out a sound that was a blend of a growl and a whimper as your fingers brush against something. 

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding it.” You murmur, proud of yourself as you tease the area until he groaned, his second cock unsheathed from the messy slit. 

It wasn’t identical to the first, with this one being longer, veins throbbing along the sides of it as it sat coated in the same pretty fluid that had revealed its location in the first place. There were several interesting barb-like protrusions just beneath the crown of his cock and the further down you inspected, you can see he was certainly thicker at the base of it. 

Seonghwa opened his mouth to comment on you staring, but all that left his lips was a half roar as you leaned forward to take the head of his second cock in your mouth, sitting up on your knees to press the first between your breasts to make sure both got attention. 

You quickly find out why this one was hidden as you roll your tongue over the barbs (they’re thankfully quite soft, though you can imagine the way they’ll feel rubbing inside of someone-) and watch him buck and shudder, mouth falling open. 

This one was more sensitive than the other. 

Much more sensitive. 

You smile and work both of his cocks at different paces, aching between your legs as you listen to him groan and growl above you, each note sending a chill down your spine. You rub your body along the cock between your breasts, using your least dominant hand to keep it flush against your skin while the other thumbed the base of Seonghwa’s upper one. 

You held his gaze as you slowly slid more of it into your mouth, careful of your teeth as you did so. You can hear the pleased clicking rumble through Seonghwa’s chest as he caressed your cheek, fighting back the urge to kick his hips up and fuck your throat. You appreciate the courtesy, and begin to hum around his length, drool running down your chin. 

It's messy, uncoordinated, and borderline primal, the feeling you’ve been feeling all night. Any of the embarrassment you had before was long gone the moment he kissed you earlier and now all that remained was a searing need for more.

You wanted to feel his touch everywhere. His lips against your skin, his claws dragging down and leaving crimson ribbons in their wake for him to chase away with his tongue moments later. The addicting sensation of his tongue curling and twisting inside of you, stroking deeper than your fingers ever could. 

And this taste, the sweet, pastel liquid dribbling from his cock that left you greedily sliding deeper, wanting more, needing more. 

Your mind thrums in desire as you imagine him sliding between your legs, sinking deep inside you and anchoring you with a firm grip on your thighs.

“Y…n…” Seonghwa grit out, fingers digging into his own thighs, fighting with himself still to not pull your hair. You see gold trail down his thigh and whine in protest, reaching up to lace your fingers through his, squeezing his massive hand with the hand that was on the cock in your mouth. 

Seonghwa looked like he wouldn’t be able to take much more, chest rising and falling harshly as his lip curled up, fang bared and fingers flexing. You feel tears bead in the corners of your eyes, your jaw aching as you bob your head, dragging your tongue over the barbs every time you pull your head back. 

When he finally came undone, it’s like watching an explosion of color. Patches of scales are apparent on different parts of his body, glittering and shimmering. Even his lids and the corners of his eyes hold a pink shimmer of adoration as he groaned, eyes rolling back, tongue rolling over his lips as a long, pleased groan tumbled out of his chest. 

Heat flooded into your mouth, thick and sweet, absolutely intoxicating, and you take care not to waste a single drop. 

Well, of the one in your mouth. You can’t do much about the cum rolling between your breasts, splashes of it reaching all the way up to your collar as Seonghwa’s hips kick up and buck. 

Once he’s come down from the pleasure, he gently pulled himself from your mouth, petting you as you look up, tired and in a daze. He leaned down, fingers rubbing between your legs before scooping up some of his own cum, mixing them as he pushed his fingers past your lips. You moan and happily curl your tongue around the digits, holding his gaze and tilting your head back for a kiss when he removed them from your mouth moments later. 

He waded back in the water as he kissed you, pulling you along and supporting your jelly legs immediately with his tail, happy that the shift between his legs and the tail took but a moment or two between. 

He swam on his back, gently washing you as he looked upon you with a tender, pink eyed gaze. 

“You look exhausted. Go on, rest. I will make sure I get you back to camp safely.” 

You smile softly, kissing his pectoral, right over where you could hear his strong heartbeat. It's that same steady beating that took you by the hand and guided you into the realm of sleep, drifting off in his arms. 

Seonghwa smiled and brushed his fingers over your cheek, blinking when he noticed a patch of platinum scales that had formed over the round skin of your cheekbone. 

“Oh, my. I didn’t think it would happen this soon.” He mused, wrapping his arms around you protectively. As you nestled into his chest, he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his lips. 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

When you awake, you feel like your body is heavy. Warmth envelopes you and you cannot move anything below your shoulders. 

Your eyes snap open and shoot downwards before you relax in an instant.

Seonghwa is sleeping, his head nestled on your chest as he laid between your legs, breathing evenly. 

You smile softly, gently petting his head. He didn't budge, though you can hear telltale pleased clicking and purrs coming from him.

You admire him in this moment of quiet, caressing his ears, his cheeks, and his jaw. He pressed his face into your hands and opened his eyes minutes later, rumbling. 

"Hello."

You smile as that gravelly voice finally rumbled into your ear. 

"Hello, handsome."

He hummed, turning to kiss your palm. You smile and still your hands, just…taking him in. 

"Your thighs have healed. I made sure." He yawned, slowly sitting up. You lament the loss of his warmth and the oddly comforting feel of his weight on yours, and instead tilt your head. 

"Made sure?" You inquire, looking down to confirm there were no punctures in your thigh. There were none and an impressed sound left your lips. You truly didn't mind that much, honestly. 

In a way, the slight sparks of pain were only flooded over by an even bigger wave of excitement and pleasure. 

"I licked them until the wounds closed."

You blink. Seonghwa is stretching sore limbs beside you, the occasional dense pop confirming time wasn't standing still. 

"Your magic does that too?"

He looked down at you.

"Only on other beings. It doesn't work on myself. This is why I needed to return to the water before for my own mortal wounds."

You think back. Seonghwa had definitely licked you before. A small flicker against your neck here, a drag against your hand there. Every time, you'd been too flustered to realize you'd even sustained any injuries in the first place, much more focused on the large SeaBorn licking you. 

Seonghwa noticed your blush and smiled, cupping your chin. 

"I'd like to take you somewhere today."

You tilt your head and blink a bit before nodding. 

"Where are we going?"

"To meet some friends of mine. I have to ask them a few questions."

You perk. He hadn't mentioned any friends quite yet, and you looked down at yourself, suddenly worried about your appearance. 

Seonghwa noticed and kissed the top of your head. 

"Don't worry." He picked you up and you look down, finding an elegant flowing dress covering your body. It was an ombre of your favorite colors, light and breathable. As you shift slightly, you feel the familiar weight of your father’s knife once again returned to your thigh. 

“You dressed me?” You inquire, looking at Seonghwa as he carried you through the treeline. Emerald eyes drifted down to meet yours before he nodded. 

“I didn’t know if you’d catch a ‘cold’ or not from being naked through the night, especially after being in the water. Landlings and their lack of constitution can be rather concerning.” 

You let out a small exhale and put your head on his collar. 

“It’s hard to catch a cold when you have a massive SeaBorn sleeping on top of you.” You shoot back with no fire in your voice. Seonghwa tutted and looked forward. 

“...I wanted to be close to you.” His voice came out quietly a few moments later. You raise your head, looking at him as best you could with the angle. He doesn’t meet your gaze this time, but you can see the telltale shimmer of pink in some of his scales. 

“I always sleep beside you.”

“Closer.” 

“Sometimes, there’s no space between us, Seonghwa. It’s rather warm and cozy, too.” You add, making sure he knew you didn’t mind the closeness. He lifted his chin a bit higher. 

“....Closer.” 

“Any closer and you’ll be inside of me, Hwa.” 

You expected another sassy comeback, instead, Seonghwa glanced down at you, the edges of the emerald in his eyes tinged pink. 

Oh. 

You blush and break eye contact first, looking away. When you do, you realize he’d walked you to the beach. You look around curiously. 

“By the way, where are your friends? I’ve never seen them and I was pretty sure we’d been up and down this place and I haven’t seen another…uh…person at all.” You mutter. Seonghwa hummed and chuckled, pointing to the water. 

“You won’t find them on this island. I don’t know if everyone will be available, but Hongjoong is. Ocean knows he has nothing better to do.” 

As if on a cue, a huge wave crashed into both of you, drenching you both in water. You shriek and cling to Seonghwa and he hardly seemed phased, lips quirking in one of his signature smirks. 

“See? Nothing better to do. Come, just hold onto me. You can hold on tightly, I guarantee you won’t hurt me.” He told you, setting you down before he walked out into the water, diving in once he was deep enough. You follow close behind, diving in once you felt the telltale dip in the shelf of sand below your toes. 

Seonghwa looked back at you, raising a clawed hand, golden and shimmering in the water. He took your hand and laced your fingers together with his, kissing your hand before he made a swirling motion around your head. 

Like before, the water bent to his will, a bubble of air appearing over your head. You exhale and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him as he held both of your wrists securely with one of his hands, beginning his decent into the depths. 

You look around in wonder, smiling as you see fish you never would have seen up near the surface. Your grip on Seonghwa tightened as some kind of shark swam in your direction, but the siren hardly batted a lash, watching with half lidded eyes as the shark meandered past both of you. 

“Woah…”You murmur, relaxing once the threat had passed. 

Below you, lights begin to catch your vision and you find that more interesting than the sealife above you. 

There, formed from coral, are buildings. Rows upon rows of homes. You can see some of them swim past you as Seonghwa brings you into this village under the sea. 

You get a few glances, some of the smaller seaborn with more aquatic features looking at you with wide eyes. 

“The guppies, they’re interested in you.” 

You blush and wave at the ‘guppies’, watching as they chirped and swam away behind an older SeaBorn woman. She looked at you with a curious gaze before seemingly locking onto your cheek and then smiling fondly, waving back at you. 

There was a series of clicks that sounded through the water, but you frown, feeling like she was trying to communicate to you. Seonghwa looked in her direction and clicked back, his tail flowing elegantly as he slowed down. 

“She’s complimenting you and welcoming you.” He translated, continuing on. You smile and wave at her again as he left the area. 

“Seonghwa?” 

“Mmm?” 

“How did you learn to speak my language? Correct me if I’m wrong but it looks like you SeaBorn have your own language completely…how did you learn?” 

“Eating humans.” 

You blink. Seonghwa rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as he held onto you. 

“Those who threaten the water of my homeland, those who get a little too close to this place while being uninvited, they must be dispatched. It may not align with what you may consider ‘humanity’, but that’s how it always has been. You protect your home with tooth and claw, no matter how far you go, you protect your home waters.” He explained, albeit a bit hesitantly, as if you would see him differently. 

You hum. 

He wasn’t ever a ‘human’, so it would be ridiculous to apply one’s sense of ‘humanity’ to him. 

To be honest, Seonghwa had behaved with more decency and humanity in your short time together than any of those horrid men who threw you out to sea to die would ever achieve in their entire lifetimes. 

“Are you afraid of me?” Seonghwa inquired, still rubbing your knuckles. You shook your head, instead hugging him tighter. 

“No. Not at all. I just wish I knew what it felt like to have a home worth protecting.” You muse. 

You cannot see the way Seonghwa’s eyes widen in surprise before he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your wrists, holding you securely as he sped up, swimming to the biggest building in the sea village. 

When he swims past the door frame, you both are suddenly swirling in a black and white whirlpool. You let out a startled shout as you cling to him, closing your eyes. Seonghwa didn’t seem too concerned. 

“What was that about having ‘nothing better to do?’” An unfamiliar voice comes from the swirling water and Seonghwa rolled his eyes. 

“You’re doing a terrible job at refuting my point.” 

“I remember you being a bit more fun than this. Whatever.” 

The water stilled in an instant, and in its wake was a peculiar SeaBorn man. He had been smaller than Seonghwa in size, with a fin protruding from the back of his thick black and white tail. While not as shimmery and eye catching as Seonghwa’s, it certainly looked like it could do major damage if one were to be struck with it. 

His hair was an interesting blue color, and you can see his eyes, which appeared to be pitch black at first, were a deep brown as he got close to your face to inspect you. 

You don’t flinch away, looking back unafraid. Seonghwa wouldn’t let anything happen to you. 

“Mmm. I see. Your scents are already beginning to lace together. Is that why you’re here, my dear friend?” He inquired, looking over at Seonghwa. He nodded, sending a look over his shoulder at you. You’re have no idea what that means, so you only blink back at him before looking at his friend. 

He smiled, his fangs just as sharp as Seonghwa’s. He extended a hand to you and chuckled. 

“My name is Hongjoong. Thank you for taking such good care of my big angelfish right here.” 

“I’m older than you.”

“And yet, who ended up being declared the leader?”

The two bickered and you watch them go back and forth, a smile spreading further across your lips. Honestly, they sound a bit like you and Seonghwa when you bicker amongst yourselves, too. 

“My name is Y/n.” You introduce yourself, taking Hongjoong’s hand. He shook your firmly, careful not to harm you as he swum around the two of you with his hands behind his head. 

“Pardon us, Y/n.” Hongjoong excused himself as he swam up to Seonghwa’s face, righting himself so he could speak to him. You could no longer understand them anymore, blinking owlishly as they conversed with a series of clicks and melodic sounds. 

You’d of course, only heard Seonghwa sing, but now with Hongjoong beside them, and both of them conversing in their own beautiful way, you find yourself entranced at how well the melodies and notes bounce off one another. 

Were all of Seonghwa’s friends SeaBorns? Now you’re curious how a group full of the beautiful race sounded as they conversed with one another. 

As your mind wandered, Hongjoong smiled in interest. 

“*+:｡.｡So, you’re courting a Landling. I never thought I’d see the day. Not with THE proud Park Seonghwa~ You left home with such a chip on your shoulder promising you never would, I almost took you seriously.｡.｡:+*”

“*+:｡.｡I swear I will go to Yunho instead if you’re going to be of no help.｡.｡:+”*

Hongjoong cocked a brow and swam around the two of you on his back once again, humming. 

“*+:｡.｡Oh, please do. I’d love to see a SeaBorn learn how to court from a MoonChild. I’m sure it’ll go swimmingly.｡.｡:+*”

Seonghwa huffed before casting a glance at you. You still hardly noticed, taking in the beautiful interior of the room. Hongjoong watched him before he smiled and once again righted himself. 

“*+:｡.｡What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tease you at least a little bit? I’ll tell you everything, stay here a sec. If you want this to work, you need a bit more than saliva and our precum to prepare her for what’s to come. After all, if you truly want to go through with this, she’s going to have to toss away that pesky humanity of hers.｡.｡:+*” Hongjoong made a face, tail swishing below him. 

“*+:｡.｡If there’s anything I hate, it's watching my loved ones wither away when it’s completely avoidable. Anyway, stay here. ｡.｡:+*”

You look up as Hongjoong swam away, tilting your head curiously. You pull yourself closer to Seonghwa, cheek brushing against his. 

“Are you alright?” You inquire. Seonghwa nodded and turned his head, kissing you gently. You smile and melt against him, kneading his shoulders. 

“Here we go~ You do know how to use this, right?” Hongjoong inquired, coming back to you and smiling as you inspect his hands. There was an hour-glass shaped bottle in his palm, a shifting golden liquid inside of it as he passed it along to Seonghwa. 

“I do. I know. Thank you.” Seonghwa smiled and you look at him curiously. Hongjoong smiled and swam around you once more before settling in front. He seemed to enjoy doing that. 

“*+:｡.｡And Seonghwa? Make sure to trim your damn claws. You’ll tear the poor girl up if you try prepping her as you are.｡.｡:+*” Hongjoong added. Seonghwa flushed and cleared his throat. 

“We should head back. I don’t want the water pressure to start getting to Y/n.” He muttered, looking over his shoulder at you. You smile softly and squeeze closer. Your dress flowed along your legs, mimicking one of the tails of the SeaBorns. You wanted to tell him you were fine, but a yawn came from your lips instead. 

Oh. Maybe you have gotten a bit drowsy…

Hongjoong made a motion with his hand, coal black claws pointing towards the door. 

“Go on. And next time don’t take forever to come back home. If I didn’t hear you talking shit towards the ocean, I wouldn’t know if you’re dead or alive up there.”

Seonghwa took a look at you over his shoulder and smiled softly. 

“*+:｡.｡I will be back sooner, I swear. Besides, SOMEONE has to look after our guppies if we have any.｡.｡:+*”

Hongjoong’s lip curled in faux disgust. 

“Nevermind, don’t come back, call San or Yeosang.”

Seonghwa laughed as he began to ascend to the surface, holding the bottle of…whatever it was Hongjoong gave him tight in his other hand. He never let your hands go this entire time, a pleasant warmth settled in them despite the cool water. You kiss the corner of his jaw, feeling yourself dozing. 

What an interesting thought. Falling asleep in water. 

How…absurd….

Seonghwa heard you yawn once more, glancing over to find you completely asleep. He looked upon you with a tender gaze, swimming around to wrap his arms under your legs and arms, carrying you up to the surface quickly. 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Seonghwa let you sleep without disturbing you, though when you awoke, you found yourself back in camp, a fresh dress on as the one you were wearing earlier blew in the wind, drying. You rub your eye, looking around and finding Seonghwa sitting near the river, grumbling as he washed something off. You mumble something incoherent as you come to, and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes their normal green. 

"Oh, good. You're awake. I got some things for you." He rumbled, though he stayed seated near the water's edge, still cleaning. 

You roll to your feet, walking over to him and taking a peek, blinking as he inspected several beautiful stones. 

You blink, watching as he held one up to the sun to see the color it made as the light hit it. He grinned and finally held his hand out to you, placing them in your palm. 

"This is peridot, this is amethyst, and this is grandidierite. This one is incredibly rare. I've had this since I was born." 

You stare at the last stone, a beautiful greenish blue, in shock and immediately go to hand it back to him.

"It's valuable and probably sentimental to you, I can't possibly keep it-"

"My mother gave it to my father when they were courting. Then she gave it to me when I became of age. Now I'm giving it to you."

You stare at him. Your mouth flounders for a second before you look at the stone. 

"Seonghwa…are you courting me right now?"

He arched a brow and hummed, turning his tail back into his legs, a hard-to-read expression on his face. You bite your inner lip and will yourself to keep your eyes above his collar this time. 

This was a serious conversation, you didn’t need your mind wandering again. 

"I have been since I found you. You don't have to accept them if you don't want to. Here," He extended his hand, waiting for you to give the stones back. Instead, you close your hand around them and hold them close to your bosom. Seonghwa arched a brow at you, a curious rumble leaving his chest. 

"You can't just tell me these are a courting gift and then immediately ask for it back." You find yourself answering his unasked question. He let out a small hum before smiling and leaning close. 

"Okay then, I won't. Tell me, Little Bird, what is your favorite color? Next, I'll look for stones of that kind."

You look at the gemstones in your hand and reach to touch his face with your free one, gently rubbing circles along his cheekbone. He seemed taken aback, though he didn't move from your grip, pink scales appearing once more, his eyes shifting again to that color from earlier, though it was definitely a few shades lighter. 

He's flustered. 

Despite the lack of tension in his body and his expression remaining curious, you're sure now this was probably the equivalent to him blushing. 

"This is my favorite color. This pretty shade of pink. Can I see more of it?" You try your hand at your own flirtations, leaning up and pressing your lips to his cheek. 

Seonghwa’s hands twitch at his sides as he looked down at you, pupils dilated slightly.

"Pink stone. Got it."

"No, not pink stones. Just you."

You can feel heat under his scales as he pressed his head closer into your palm, eyes half lidded. 

"Just me."

You smile, setting the stones in your lap and holding his face with both hands as you run your thumbs over the curve of his cheeks. 

He let you touch him without moving a muscle. Your fingers mapping out both soft skin and scales along with the strong line of his jaw, a smile coming to your face.

He really was the most gorgeous creature you'd ever encountered in your life. 

"Y/n." You perk at his voice and lift your head. 

"Yes?"

He began to sing, a beautiful symphony composed of one. He was the conductor and the orchestra, every rise and fall of his voice absolutely mesmerizing. 

You also notice, his voice is clearer than it usually is, bold tones and immaculate whispers, each note blending into the one that came just before it. He held your gaze, and you can tell this wasn’t an enchantment. 

No drifting off, no cloudy daze, your vision-and mind-remained crystalline as you watched him sing, his large hands placed over yours to keep you touching his cheeks. 

Once he finished, the melody carried off with the wind, and he gazed down at you, not saying a word. 

You may very well be going crazy, but that felt a confession of love. 

Seonghwa rubbed your knuckles and smiled softly. 

“I’d like to be yours, and for you to be mine.” 

You feel your thoughts grind to a halt as you look at him. Seonghwa waited, not moving an inch as he held your gaze. 

For a while, there’s nothing. And then, you feel tears roll down your cheek. 

“Y/n?!” He startled. You throw your arms around him and hug him tight. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling softly as he nuzzled your head. 

“Don’t cry so suddenly like that, you had me worried.” He murmured, kissing your temple. You turn your head to kiss him and once again, his eyes drift to your cheek. 

What’s wrong? You keep looking at my cheek. Do I have a cut or something?” You inquire, reaching up to touch it. He opened his mouth to say something, but your fingers make contact before he can and you feel the smooth expanse of something unfamiliar to your own body.

Scales. 

You flatten your fingertips against your cheek, lips parted as you caress the tiny patch. Your eyes drift back to Seonghwa’s and he coughed ever so slightly, looking down. 

“I wasn’t aware it would happen when we…well, did everything last night, but it seems the more you and I are together intimately the…less…human you will be.” 

You stare at him. His scales are pink as he avoided your gaze, coughing quietly. You touch your cheek again, trying to process his words slowly. 

“Was it because of that pretty pastel stuff that came out of you?” You inquire. Seonghwa’s cheeks went bright red as he snapped his head back to look at you. 

“Don’t call it ‘stuff’! That makes it sound weird!”

You look at him and smile, cupping his cheeks. 

“You don’t get flustered like this so easy compared to me, but when you do, it’s adorable. You coo. Seonghwa huffed, though he didn’t pull out of your hands. 

“Do not tease me. I’ve never-ugh. I just want to make sure you don’t regret this. The more we do this, the less you will be a ‘human’ and I….I don’t want you to hate me later for something like that. If we stop now, the scales will disappear in a week or so…” He’d offered the solution, but he clearly didn’t want to, and the smile training at your lips grew wider. 

“Seonghwa, are you a virgin?”

Seonghwa nearly threw himself back, an offended, flushed look adorning his face as he gaped at you. You don’t say another word, his response was more than telling. 

“I-What does it matter?” He narrowed his pink eyes at you and you push at his chest, happy you didn’t have to apply any more force and he got the hint, laying himself down. You crawl up his body, cupping his cheeks, a surge of confidence in your body. 

“It doesn’t really matter. You won’t be for much longer.” You promise with a sweet kiss to his lips. Seonghwa let out a groan beneath you, holding your ass while you press yourself against his chest. 

You lace your fingers in his hair, tugging firmly and smiling at the growl that trickled past his lips, teeth bared as you press kisses down his jaw and throat. 

You can feel him hard against your thigh, and you hum, pushing your smaller body down and maneuvering until you could trap his cock between your thighs. He shuddered, his grip on your waist tightening as you rock your hips back and forth, leaving bites and kisses down his chest, running your fingers up and down his side to make him shudder. 

“Y/n-”He growled out your name, the tone making excitement thrum in your veins as you clench your thighs together tighter. You can feel moisture against your navel as you rock your hips, and moments later, it’s followed by a deliciously sweet scent. 

You decide to tease him, quickening your movements. He rewards you by grabbing your hips, grunting and rutting hard and fast against you. You moan, palms flat against his chest as you feel him push between your folds, thrusting the length of his cock between them. Your clit rubbed against every inch and you find yourself clawing at him without thinking, thighs shaking as you feel him thick and pulsing against you. 

“Turn around. I want to taste you again.” He ordered, all traces of his flustered stammering gone. He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes that made you ache, and you make haste in turning for him, raising your hips high for him. 

Two massive hands come down on the globes of your ass cheeks, drawing a sharp gasp and cry from you before Seonghwa is dragging you closer to his face, panting the moment he caught your scent, snatching your dress up and over your ass. You gasp and nearly jolt off as he goes right for your clit, had it not been for his firm grip on your ass. 

He let out a warning growl of protest, silently demanding to be able to enjoy his meal, and you feel a blush and the rise of a challenge hit you. 

No matter how much he enjoyed eating you, certainly you couldn’t just sit back and let him remain neglected.

You curse your short stature, unable to get as firm of a grip on his cock as you had before, but once again, the pheromones and delectable tasting fluid running from the slit in his skin reminded you of your compromise. 

Seonghwa all but snarled against you, hips twitching as you lean down and press a kiss to the fold of skin, mirroring his actions between your own legs. You can feel him throbbing just beyond it, but you decide to continue teasing, spreading the skin with your fingers and delving your tongue in deeper, the pheromones nearly dizzying as your tongue finds the slit of his cock. 

“Y/n~” He practically sang against your pussy, his face already soaked as he greedily licked and ate you out. You grind your hips down, spreading your thighs apart wider as you repeat the motion, pushing your tongue in as deep as you can go, curling and twisting along his walls before curling your tongue along the barbs of his cock. 

You flick with a ‘come hither’ motion, the dizzying scent of his pheromones making you clench and unclench on his tongue as you coaxed his cock out of it’s sheath, a purr leaving your lips as it slapped against your cheek, smearing essence against your skin. 

You stare at his cock, shaking your hips for him as you lick him from base to tip. 

The thought of losing whatever abstract form of humanity you had didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagine it would for most people. You’d seen the worst of humanity already, if tossing it aside meant you could stay here, entangled with your beloved, so be it. 

You grab Seonghwa’s impressive length with your dominant hand, clawing at his inner thigh with the other as you try to see if you can get it further down your throat. 

Seonghwa groaned, the sound coming out like a mixture of a whimper and a growl as you bobbed your head, tears slipping down your cheek from the strain. 

You flatten your tongue along the base, bouncing enthusiastically as Seonghwa raised and dropped your hips, thrusting his tongue deep inside in a way that made you crave something bigger. 

You touch your throat, shaking when you find he’s gotten it bulged from the size of it, and that realization is what pushed you over, clawing at his thigh and squeezing his cock at the base as you cum shakily. 

Its more overwhelming than the first two from yesterday, and you realize, in embarrassment, that you’d squirted, looking back and finding Seonghwa’s face covered in your juices. 

He stared up in a daze, panting as if he’d fought off a thousand sea beasts, tongue dragging along his lips and face, his scales deepening in color as his cock twitched in your hand, thick pearls of essence rolling from one and creamy cum from the second. 

His eyes drifted back to your trembling pussy and it took you lifting your hips-ignoring the near feral growl the motion ripped from his throat-for him to focus on your face. You crawl back up to him, kissing him messily. Seonghwa’s pouting ended as quickly as it began once you kissed him, and you smile into it as you feel his big hands trail up and down your spine, squeezing, kneading, massaging. 

Along your throat, more scales appear. Seonghwa brushed his fingers along them and you break the kiss to mirror him, feeling it yourself. He kissed down to your jugular, keening deep in his chest, clicking. 

“*+:｡.｡ o…utiful….all….m….ne｡.｡:+*”

You stare at him, lips parted. You’re starting to understand the clicks and tones. 

A sense of joy overflowed your senses and you throw your arms around him, kissing him feverishly as you press your hips down, dragging your core over one of his aching cocks. 

Seonghwa groaned as you held his face, muttering incoherently, both in your native tongue and in his own, though you could only understand bits and pieces of the latter. 

It seemed this part of the courting process had been going better than expected. 

“More…I still want more.” He rumbled, eyes dark as he looked down at you. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose before moving to your hut, settling on your hands and knees and raising your hips up high. 

“Can you get off like this? Rutting against me? I don’t think I can take even one of your cocks like this, let alone both…”You trail, ignoring the traitorous dribble of cum that fell from your pussy to the ground below at the thought. Seonghwa had wasted no time, grabbing your hips and pushing both of his cocks between your thighs, eyeing the way his girth kept your folds spread, your juices mixing with your own saliva and both his essence and precum as he thrust forward. 

Each thrust of his hips made your thighs and ass jiggle from the contact, and you bury your head in the crook of your arm, moaning as you push down on both of his cocks as best you could with your free hand, making them rut against one another and keeping them flush against you. 

Seonghwa growled your name, his tempo getting erratic and uncoordinated the longer he went until you finally feel him grip your hips tight, leaving finger-shaped marks along your skin as he finally unraveled behind you, making a mess of your hand and pussy as he came. 

Your thighs shake as a smaller orgasm rolls through you, your body slumping forward as you try and force air back into your lungs. Seonghwa kissed up your thighs (stopping to take a sneaky lick of the mess you and he had made of your cunt), continuing past your ass, the small, yet deep dimples at the small of your back, along the groove of your spine, and stopping at the top of your head, holding your trembling body close to his firm one. 

You turn your head to kiss him, tongue tangling with his as you purr from the taste of both of you lingering on your tongues. Seonghwa stayed close to you, eyes closing as he enjoyed the kiss. 

When you finally part, Seonghwa smiled and nuzzled your neck, gently nibbling along the scales. 

“I love you” He whispered. 

You feel your heart stop and you look up. Seonghwa doesn’t look away from you and you smile, stealing a kiss. 

“I love….I love you too.” You reciprocate, nestling yourself in his arms. Seonghwa rolled you onto your side, holding you close and keening. 

“Rest. I’ll clean you up.” 

You yawn and let yourself go, a carefree smile on your face. 

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The next two weeks of courting had been….exhausting in the best kind of way. 

If you thought Seonghwa had been attached to you before, he certainly was glued on firmly, following you faithfully and bringing in extra rations of food and gemstones. 

You had no idea where he kept getting these shiny rocks from, but by now you’d gotten an impressive collection, and had even turned some of them into jewelry with the help of a kit that had not-so-subtly washed to shore one morning full of bands, chains, and various other tools that could be used to turn your stones into much more. 

You’d have to thank a certain orca SeaBorn later. 

Seonghwa’s favorite place had been between your legs, with most of your mornings starting with him kissing you awake, those soft lips trailing down your body until he could hold you flush against his lips and ruin you, not stopping until you were trembling and in tears from the overstimulation. 

Then, with a dazed smile (and a messy abdomen from cumming on himself), he’d kiss you tenderly, gently massaging your body free of any aches and pains before actually starting your day. 

The night usually ended the same way, regardless. 

Aside from that, Seonghwa had began the process of the SeaBorn courting process, washing you with some fragrant mixture he had made himself. He’d take care, making sure to wash you from head to toe, his claws one of his hands filed down to smooth, rounded tips.

You find out the reason why when he set you in his lap during one of your nightly bathings, groping and kneading your chest as his filed fingers rub your clit. Your breath hitched as you felt him slowly work his fingers in, licking and biting at your throat and shoulder as he worked you open, ignoring his own hardness pressed against your ass. He purred praises to you as you clench and squirm, and growled warnings, threatening to stop when the pleasure nearly made you close your thighs at other times. 

You were going insane. 

Looking between your legs, you can see your cum running between his fingers. How many times had it been today alone? Three? Four?

You arch, your sternum covered in beautiful scales as you feel your mind buzz in pleasure. 

It was so good, so addicting. 

But it was all just an appetizer. You wanted more. 

Seonghwa set his chin on your shoulder, watching as you messily squirt the fifth overstimulated orgasm into his palm, smiling from ear to ear as you whimper his name along with tiny declarations of love. As he looked down on you, he can see your eyes, tinged pink with love just like the way his were for you. 

With one final push, you two would be fully intertwined. 

Seonghwa held you tight that night, promising to let you rest until the next crescent moon. 

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Just as the tides are controlled by the phases of the moon, those born within the ocean are also at the mercy of it. 

The moment the sun set on this particular day, you feel something in you shift. Your skin felt…cold. Uncomfortably so. 

Seonghwa is always warm. 

You look around. He had gone out to grab more firewood. You’d heard a tree being downed not too long ago. 

Not good enough. Where is he? It’s cold. Your mate is always warm, he can fix it.

You open your mouth, and without a thought, you begin to sing. 

“✧˖*°࿐~♪”

Not too far off from camp, Seonghwa stopped short, eyes wide. The sound of a melody, brand new, yet familiar to him made every nerve in his body spark. He snapped his head to the left, singing back. 

“✧˖*°࿐~♪” You continue to sing, swaying left and right. You can hear him, singing back to you, the notes weaving together in harmony. 

You’re picked up ceremoniously as you sing, and you look down at Seonghwa, smiling as you cup his cheeks. His eyes are that lovely pink, his pupils a beautiful gold color. You smiled, bending down to kiss him. 

“You sang to me.” He muttered against your lips. You feel your body warming, welcoming him in as your heart thrums in your chest. 

“And you came.” You keen, nibbling his lip playfully. Seonghwa grabbed your chin, lifting it slowly as he rumbled, clicking deep in his chest. 

“Will you be mine?” He rumbled, waiting before he made any further moves. You press your cheek to his palm. 

“I already decided to be yours long ago. Don’t hold back.” You whisper. Seonghwa immediately laid you down on your back, plush pillows conjured from magic propping your head up. He made sure one was under your hips, towering over you as he bit the cork off of the curious bottle Hongjoong had given him before. You look at it before glancing up at Seonghwa. 

“This will help me prepare you. If it’s too much, let me know, we can take it slower.”

You let your legs fall open, watching as he coated his fingers in the slick, honeyed fluid. It smelled sweet, but not nearly as sweet as his own essence. You didn’t complain, however, mewling as you feel him push his fingers inside of you. 

Immediately, your mind is abuzz. 

His tongue always felt hot, he’d explained his aphrodisiac properties before, but this was…a whole different beast. 

You grab his wrist, not to push or pull, but to ground yourself as you feel him pumping two of his deliciously long fingers in and out of you. Seonghwa studied your face, licking his lips at the flush that adorned your cheeks and leaning down into your ear. 

“I feel you, quivering in anticipation.” He growled, his voice lower than his usual speaking tone, though it still bounced around your head like a rubber ball. 

“Clenching, unclenching, making a mess of my fingers. Begging for more. Can you call to me? Can you say my name?” He urged. You tilt your head back, panting as you reach to hold your legs open, giving him all the space and access he needs. 

“Seonghwa~”

“Louder. Again. Call to me.”

He curled his fingers, pressing the golden aphrodisiac right against your sweet spot. Fire and electricity explode throughout your being, and you cry out, arching and grabbing his wrist tighter, your nails digging fruitlessly into his skin. 

“Seonghwa!” 

He groaned, focusing that spot deep inside of you as he kissed down your neck to your collar, leaving love bites in his wake. 

“I never told you but…mmm…this is how I was able to find you. How I can always be there…when you call my name…I hear a chime. Distinct, strong, elegant. There’s no other sound in the world like it. No matter where you are, if you call my name, I’ll come running…or I suppose swimming, too. Its my second favorite sound in the world.” He chuckled, adding his third finger inside, stretching and curling them. You clench and whimper, making a mess of his fingers as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“W-what’s the f-first-ah! Right there nnn-” You cry out, clawing down his back. He chuckled against the skin of your breast, tongue curling over your areola before he took your nipple between his lips. 

“The sound of your pussy gushing on my tongue and your moans right before you cum for me. Its a tie.” He answered honestly, looking up into your eyes, unshaken by his own confession. You whimper and pull his hair, yanking him up into a needy and wanton kiss. 

“More…Seonghwa please, I need-mmm more than your fingers-” You whine, feeling his cock throbbing against your core. Both of you look down, finding his tip angry and flushed pink, now leaking the same essence as the one usually hidden from view. 

Are these the effects of the crescent moon for a courting SeaBorn?

You reach and grab his cock, pumping it in your small hand and smiling up at him as he inhaled sharply through his fangs. You kiss him, again and again until he took the hint an parted his lips, letting you slide your tongue in while you teased both of you by rubbing the crown of his cock along your folds, coating it in your precum. 

“Hurry,” You exhale, breaking the kiss only when your lungs screamed for air. Seonghwa pulled his fingers free, licking and sucking them clean, the gold in his pupils deepening while he coated his cock in the aphrodisiac. 

“I love you.” He whispered, pressing against your entrance. You feel the pressure, the weight against it, and it took every fiber of your being to not hook your leg around his hip and pull him flush inside. 

Instead, you cup his face, rubbing your nose tenderly against his. 

“I love you too.” 

He repeated himself, whispering ‘I love yous’ amongst kisses that felt like blooms of electricity against your skin. 

Just as you open your mouth to insist he hurry, he slowly pressed into you.

You clench despite yourself, and Seonghwa groaned above you, clawing into the blankets he’d made for you as he fought to rein in the primal instinct to claim you as quickly as possible. 

The night was young, and no matter how much the pulses of the moon swayed him, he would not bend to his instincts. 

On your end, your mind nearly blanked as you feel every inch of him stretch and fill you. You feel your breath coming in short puffs as you drag your nails down Seonghwa’s back, a broken song of desire tumbling from your lips as you feel his balls finally settle against your ass. 

Seonghwa’s eyes are closed above you, his teeth gritted as he pulsed inside of you. You glance down, gushing as you see the telltale bulge in your stomach from the size of his cock. 

And it's just one. 

You pull yourself up for a kiss, distracting and grounding you both as you spasm around him, clenching and stretching to accommodate him. The aphrodisiac certainly helps, as you realize you weren’t taking as long to adjust to having him inside of you. 

Seonghwa finally regained his senses, pulling his cock out only a quarter of the way before rocking his hips forward. The motion drew a pleased shout from you, your breasts bouncing from the force. He repeated a few times, panting and clawing at the dirt before he began to set a deep, hungered pace. 

You moan and let your head fall back, feeling every shift and move of his cock inside of you. Seonghwa’s hand moved down, caressing your body sensually as he rumbled and panted above you, pressing your foreheads together. 

He didn’t say a word, simply holding your gaze as he moaned for you. In this moment of intimacy, you feel a swell in your heart. 

Seonghwa stopped instantly when he saw you crying in his arms. His brows pulled up and he cupped your face, wiping your cheeks. 

Before he can ask you what’s wrong, you kiss his palm, tears slipping down your cheek. 

“I’m just…overwhelmed. To go from being cast aside to die to this…having someone look at me like I’m their world…it’s a lot. I promise, I’m not in pain. I actually want you to go faster.” You coo, kissing it once more as you meet his eyes. Seonghwa studied your face for a while before he gently pulled out of you, anyway. 

You frown and protest immediately, but Seonghwa simply rolled you onto your side, holding your thigh up as he straddled the other, guiding his cock back to your greedy hole and pushing in with less fanfare compared to the first time, 

When he does, the air escaped your lungs once more, your back arching as Seonghwa held your ankle in one hand, keeping you spread wide for him as he rutted his cock deep inside of you. 

“Seong! H-hwa!” You cry out, voice jerking with his thrusts, your lips parting as pathetic noises fall from your lips. Seonghwa kissed your ankle, trailing up to your thigh, biting the skin of it as he pounded into you, groaning. 

“You feel so…grrrrnnn….so good… so tight for me.” He growled, sweat rolling down his skin. You bite down on your knuckle to stifle the moans falling from your lips, feeling the trickle of liquid from the force. 

“Ah ah. Careful.” He tutted above you, leaning over slowly and making your body stretch with him, your eyes widening as you feel his heavy cock press deeper as he took your hand, dragging his tongue over the silver blood that had dribbled down them from your bite. 

Silver.

Your eyes widen in joyful surprise as you watch him, realizing your blood had changed as you courted. Seonghwa suckled on your fingers, eyes flickering down to you, kissing you heatedly, reaching to rub your clit as he had you distracted. 

You jolt and gasp, lips trembling as Seonghwa dropped your thigh, pulling out and rolling you with your back splayed out on the blanket once more. He held your thighs open, speeding up and growling sweet nothings to you as he watched your face closely. 

You probably looked ruined, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouth fell open, fangs protruding as you feel the sloppy mess between your legs, both you and Seonghwa chasing your orgasms. Liquid had undoubtedly ran between the two of you, soaking his balls and making the rhythmic ‘slap slap slap’ of it against your hips sound wet and somehow lewder as you clung to his arms. 

“Right there, right there, yes yes Seong-” You throw your head back as he pressed into your sweet spot, hips angling just right once he did, speeding up so much he had to hold your hips to keep you from sliding from the force of his thrusts. 

“Don’t hold it back, beautiful, I got you, I’m right here with you.” He gritted out through his fangs, eyes flicking back and forth between your face, the alluring bounce of your breasts, and the absolute mess between your legs where you both were joined. 

You reach for him, seeking his presence as you tumble towards an orgasm that was undoubtedly more earth shattering than the first. 

Seonghwa leaned down, kissing you until both of you were panting, keeping his head tucked in the crook of your neck, letting you tug and pull his hair for purchase as you clamp around his cock, cumming with a pleasured scream that pushed him over the edge alongside you. 

The pleasure that washed over you made your mind go completely numb, your arms tightening around Seonghwa as you shook and felt a few smaller orgasms chase after the first. Heat flooded inside of you, cum, essence, and the golden aphrodisiac mixing and swirling deep inside you. 

With your newly heightened senses, the scent of sex is dizzying. 

You want more of it. 

Your eyes drift down to Seonghwa’s second cock, thick and throbbing and already unsheathed from his first orgasm and arousal, drooling against your navel in a way all too familiar. 

Seonghwa seemed to be one step ahead of you, sitting up and reaching for the bottle of the aphrodisiac. You nearly growl at him as he pulled out again, but he simply flipped you over, setting pillows under your hips. You blush at the position, feeling yourself leaking from your gaping entrance. 

Seonghwa growled, unable to resist leaning down and chasing the beautiful fluid with his tongue before pushing into your cunt and delving in. 

You gasp and arch higher, though Seonghwa stopped himself from eating you out this time in lieu of emptying the contents of the bottle on his cocks. You hear the sound, the slickness and raise your hips, shaking subtly. 

“Patience. I’m trying to not absolutely ravage you.” 

You narrow your gaze and spread your legs wider apart. 

“Seonghwa if you don’t get on with it and breed me like I deserve-” 

Oh my, now where did that come from?

Seonghwa’s eyes darken behind you, pushing one of his cocks back inside, drawing a moan of relief. You hardly have the time to taunt him into giving you even more before he’s guiding the second to your stuffed hole, slowly sliding in and stretching you much more than you expected. 

Its almost embarrassing, the whorish and raw groan that the sensation pulled from your chest, your claws leaving shreds in the blanket and even the stone below you both. 

Seonghwa held your hips, giving you time to adjust and stretch a bit, the aphrodisiac and his essence once again helping you loosen up. Its the roll of your own hips that spurn him to move, to finally give you what you’d been waiting for. 

Once he finally does move, it’s a much different pace than before, each thrust hard and nearly feral as he held you close to his chest, rubbing your clit in quick circles as he swore and growled in your ear. 

“Goodness look at you rrrnn…gush and squirt on my cocks. To think both of your mouths would be making a mess, drooling for me. I’m just as happy, darling.” He keened, reaching around to stick his fingers in your mouth. He let you suck and bite at them, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers. 

You feel your mind blurr into mush, your senses completely overtaken with pleasure and need. Your thighs shook and you could feel every inch of his girthy cocks pounding into you, sometimes with enough strength to completely knock the wind out of your lungs. 

Your voice had broken, raw and needy as you beg him not to stop. Go faster, angle right there, keep going, don’t stop until both of you were spent. 

Seonghwa pressed down on your stomach, and you cum abruptly when you can feel the bulge of his cocks in your stomach. 

The larger man looked down at you, adoration swirling in his lustful eyes and with one motion, he hooked his arms behind yours, pulling up until you were on your knees, sitting you on his cock after picking your body up. 

“Ngh!” You cry out, drooling as you feel his cocks settle inside, the last strand of control snapping in your mind as you focus on chasing pleasure for both him and you. Your body moves on its own, notes of love and lust bouncing around the straw walls of the hut as you shakily sing through your moans, letting him thrust up and fuck into your ruined body. 

You eagerly clench, but with a delighted giggle, you find his cocks much too big for it to have the same effect, completely shaping you like him as he rose his voice to sing with you, every groan and praised word sending sparks flying up and down your spine. 

When he finally came again, your mind blanked completely, your body locking up and tears streaming down your face as a blissed out smile stretched across your lips. 

You find later that the peculiar base of his second cock is actually a knot, and it nearly made Seonghwa pass out himself as it pulsed inside of you, trapping all of his cum, essence, and the golden liquid deep inside of you along with his second cock. 

He let you go, holding you so you didn’t fall forward face first as he shuddered, hips twitching ever so slightly. You were completely fucked out of your mind, trembling as you panted, trying to catch your breath. 

Seonghwa kissed the top of your head, rubbing your hips as he willed his own to stop moving and be still. 

He looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, kissing your head as he covered you protectively, locked into place behind you. 

“*+:｡.｡I love you, so much, Y/n｡.｡:+*” He muttered. You squeeze his hand, the grip of sleep dragging you under its influence. 

He certainly wasn’t expecting a tired series of clicks and coos in response. 

“*+:｡.｡Love…you too…Seonghwa.｡.｡:+*”

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Summer requests list

This is an summer themed request list. It will have a list of headcanons or one shots, even some quotes, that you'll get to choose from. Though ! ! You are only able to choose one! Unless it's a quote, then two. You may choose several or one character for any of the ones you choose, unless it's a one-shot ! ! ! Please make sure you specify what category you chose from ! ! !

Note ! ! ! All of these will be fluff! May or may not change later!

🍉 ꕤ Characters ꕤ 🍉

Chuuya

Dazai

Fyodor

Tachihara

Mark

Nikolai

Akutagawa

Atsushi

Kunikida

Yosano

🍉 ꕤ Headcanons ꕤ 🍉

Going to the beach with them

Playing volleyball together

Watching the fireworks

Going camping

Making smore's

Cracking open watermelons

Going swim suit shopping

Having a sleepover during a rain storm

Sharing each other's spotify playlists

Them picking a flower that fits you

🍉 ꕤ Quotes ꕤ 🍉

"Hey y/n watch out!"

"Do I really have to be here for this... it feels like I shouldn't be here . . ."

"Any of you want to chill on the patio while it rains..?"

"Geez, look at y/n go! She's going to town on that watermelon!"

"Hey, hey calm down... it's just thunder...I'm right here.."

🍉 ꕤ One shots ꕤ 🍉

Camping together

Them staying over during a thunderstorm

Watching fireworks together

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