#dust x kelp

[aylish91]

Could I ask for a Leviathantale Nightmare x Skeleton Cecaelia reader? Can you base it off this picture:

Or even the one you reposted from me? You don't have to if you don't want to.

(by the way, the picture attached here is based off of cats cleaning each other with their tongues. Though it might be kinda cute as an idea.)

Hello, hello Fluffy! I loved your art! Thanks again for letting me know about and see them! I enjoyed the conversations too. I hope this meets your standards my friend!

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Grooming Bonds

You picked at the exposed joints in your hands, doing your best to get the leftover fish slime and sand out of the exposed magic. There had been a particularly fruitful hunt earlier in the evening and everyone had slowly dispersed into their respective piles to preen now that the meal was over.

Having dragged Dust back into the main nest, Axe held him down while he meticulously picked at the vertebrae of the smaller mer’s back. It had taken a bit of finagling, but Axe had managed to get Dust’s staple hoodie and scarf carefully placed to the side for the rare show of bones. Dream and Cross weren’t far from the pair, helping groom each other while Killer teasingly flicked sand at them with his tail from his position on “the rock”. Understandably, while Dream reverted to stifled giggles, Cross swiped at said tail and threatened to attack if Killer didn’t stop.

In all, after such an eventful day, it was a typical relaxing evening.

However, you had yet to join any piles, not knowing where or who to insert yourself with. Axe would have made a good choice had he not been so focused on a squirming Dust. Dream probably wouldn’t have minded an extra companion, but Cross had asked him first. Killer and Dust… You weren’t sure if either of them would have taken you seriously.

So there you were. With the group but somehow still the odd one out. It was fine. You always had tomorrow to try again…

Or so you thought.

Watching from his perch on the ship, Nightmare suddenly swooped down to sneakily grab you from behind, placing himself close enough to the nest that his tentacles could idly circle the shiver while still giving them space. You were placed in the equivalent of a lap amongst his tentacles.

“It isn’t well that you still sit alone, little fish. These little moments are times of bonding. No one should be alone during such opportunities.”

There were a few chuckles from the others as you squeaked and tried to twist in his grasp, heat blossoming on your cheeks. “It’s okay! You don’t— I can do it myself. The others already had partners anyway.”

Nightmare didn’t take any head, humming knowingly before delicately looking over your vertebrae in a similar fashion Axe was. It was Dream that sympathetically called to you.

“You don’t have to be shy, even if there are already pairs. There is always room for one more. It is more important to have these kinds of bonding moments.”

Killer grinned, peppering Cross with an especially harsh sand cloud. “Lucky. I bet she just didn’t want to get near Criss Crossies stink ~ ”

“Hey!” It was hard not to laugh along with everyone when Cross finally did tackle Killer, their tails and limbs tumbling out of the nest to kick up stray seaweed and kelp. Nightmare only sighed and sunk lower into his mass.

“Pay them no mind. Although inconvenient, play can also be a form of bonding.”

You had to hide the blooming smile behind a bony hand, watching Dream move on to comb over Axe as he worked.

It was nice. In a way, their nonchalance about the whole thing helped ease your tense nerves. Even with the two wrestling mer, you found that you felt comfortable enough to continue cleaning your hands and arms. It did little to take your mind off the relaxing way Nightmares claws passed over you, but it gave you something to occupy you. It wasn’t until you were shifted against the leviathan’s large chest that you stopped what you were doing to look up.

You weren’t expecting the large glowing tongue that came next. For as long as you had been with the shiver, you had never seen Nightmare lick anyone when grooming. The boys did it all the time. Even Dream on occasion, but Nightmare had kept to himself or only helped with joints and recesses.

The sensation made you squeak and giggle, each new pass filling you with warmth as you closed your eyes. Then, to add to your surprise, a low purr began to vibrate against you and the water.

If you hadn’t been content before, you most certainly were now. Something about sharing this moment with the dark guardian made everything else seem trivial. You didn’t need to worry about your place if he was willing to be this close with you. You were allowed to be here. You were accepted and nothing else mattered.

He was kind, and you belonged.

“Better?”

Your tentacles curled and unfurled in embarrassment as you gave him a sly smile. You blamed your rising courage on the guardian.

“Yes. But, I should be returning the favor.”

Floating up, you licked his forehead before slipping down to cling and pick through the vertebrae closest to his shoulders and spine. It made a lovely glow brighten his face with that low purr flaring up again.

“O-of course. If you wish, little fish.”

The rest of the boys were awfully giggly the rest of the evening. But you could hardly complain.

Leviathan Master List Grand Master Post

#ask #writing requests #my writing #fluffychubbydragon #undertale #undertale au #nightmare sans #nightmare sans x reader #skelereader #leviathantale #dream sans #horror sans #dust sans #killer sans #cross sans #undertale x reader

[melmonquartelz]

falls thru the ceiling n brushes dust off myself like some cartoon character

ELLO ELLO since im a bigbig fan of self shipping/oc x canon, is there anything you’d like to share abt the lil pairing u have of you n Alastor?? :33

Oh no you've asked HAHSA, I HAVE A LOT MORE THAN I SHOULD UM, it's kinda embarrassing how much joy this demon brings me HELP 😭

BUT.......

I have my full drawings which I already have 3 OF EM' 😭 And my sketches kelp

NOT TO MEANTION THE THING I'M ALSO WORKING ON...

Won't post the full since again I'm still working on it 😉🐺 BUT 😭

Idk my fav character might be Charlie not too sure..................

Also before I have someone try to attack me yes I am beyond aware Alastor is AroAce, it's one of the reasons I love him bc I've also discovered I'm AroAce The relationship I like to draw between my sona and Al is like a "queer-platonic, I like the bestie's company" kinda thing, like a mix of Niffty and Rosie 💪 I'm too embarrassed/shy to draw small affections of romanace bc TEEHEE THAT'S EMBARRASSING!!!! STAWWPP!!! >v< !! (I can't use my discord emoji's just work with me here 💔) But small smooches on the cheek aren't too bad TEEHEE!!! >v< !!

BUT I love my pookie deer shookums cutie patootie RRRRR, I don't have to hide I like Hazbin anymore 😭🙏

#quartelz art #Doodles #Sona #Alastor #canon x oc #ask #Pookie deer shookums cutie patootie

[lovelywingsart]

//AU// Fire and Dust

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

We're deep into it now.

(Sorry for not the best written thing, there's... Alot going on :'D BUT have the next chapter! It's kind of a hack job of editing but y'know ALSKFJSDAK-)

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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Warnings?: Bargaining, end battle, major character death

Summary: The fight between Heisenberg and Winters is 'a sight to see' in the words of Duke, and the two fathers come to an understanding...

Until the unthinkable.

Loud crashes and mild explosions filled the thundering fields as metal and bullets collided, the sound of rotating saws meeting moist ground only muffled by the rain falling in small cascades. Beast versus what appeared to be human, sparks flying with every dodge and weave and pulse of power. Heisenberg moved slow yet effectively, every swing of the massive mechanical arms aimed to kill- but Winters was just a tad too fast each time, despite some odd swipe catching him enough to bleed. He had already tossed the damned machine the father used off to the side, altered to supposedly not be affected by his power, and somehow the man was just as much of a nuisance on foot, if not more. But it wasn't the thought of killing his abuser that kept him going- no, the determination to keep his own family safe was the driving factor in all of this, and so he continued to fight.

The mass of flesh and metal jerked with a groan as a piece on its side damn near exploded off from the continuous shots it withstood, and a rumbling laugh filled the arena.

"That one hurt... I promise." Heisenberg droned on with a booming mechanical voice, once again rearing back to swing forward, the motion of the arm propelling him forward as Winters sprinted away with a surprised yell. But he quickly hunched over once his arm was brought back, taking heavy whirring breaths sounding as if he were breathing through a fan. While he really couldn't feel the pain, he still felt the exhaustion. The mutation had already rendered him slower despite the small bursts, and the damage he had taken until this point affected whatever the hell currently kelp him alive at that very moment, be it the Cadou or sheer force of will.

Despite his wheezing, however, he managed to lift scraps and panels, fanning out his power to send the hurtling towards the man with a grunt. The grunt turned into a malicious chuckle as Winters was caught in the shoulder, sending him stumbling back and onto the ground. But the cackle lessened into more wheezing as he suddenly leaned forward, the large 'arms' resting against the ground.

"So this is the power of 'fatherly love', huh?" he taunted, managing to move his body slightly. He circled the man slowly which wheezes, only managing to hold up the 'arms' when Winters aimed his shotgun and fired. The bullets did nothing as he shifted for them to bounce off the metal, and he stared at the man with a deathly pale, unblinking eye.

"I'll show you the fucking power of 'fatherly love'..." He snarled, a sudden anger entering his voice that made Ethan back away. He watched as the mutated creature reared its head, suddenly bringing more thick metal sheets around him in defense with more pulses of his power. "I'll kill you before you hurt them!!!"

"H-Hurt who?!" Ethan yelled, managing to catch his breath enough to run back for some extra space.

The sheets shifted and pulsed as the amalgamation of flesh and parts spun them around him, his breaths coming as enraged growls as he peered from between them with a chilling glare.

"You were hunting my boy... My SON while you destroyed everything!!" He roared, and the man visibly froze.

"... Your... son??" he said, his voice that of disbelief. "The kid in the factory?!"

He only moved once more as the metal sheets were thrust out with a growling yell, avoiding one that came too close for comfort as it embedded itself into the soft ground.

"'That kid' is my son!! You dare hunt him down like a goddamn sheep!!!"

"I wasn't 'hunting' him down-!!"

"BULLSHIT!!!"

Another lunge with one of the saws, only to reel back with a grunt as the corner was shot in self-defense, resulting in a small pop of sparks. But he regained what stability he had, staring down the father who lowered the gun while backing up.

"You hunted him!! Chased him around the fucking place when he was goddamn terrified!!!" He roared again. "Destroyed his only defense!! Waving your goddamn guns around while he ran and destroying my army in the process!! I don't give a fuck about them now, that was his HOME!!!!!"

"I wasn't hunting your goddamn kid!!!!!" Ethan finally yelled back, holding out his arms to gesture around them and to the factory. "I thought he was a survivor from the attack! I was trying to HELP!!"

"By waving a fucking gun in his face?!"

"I did NOT-" he started, though once again dodged the smaller saw that had gone into the ground in front of him. He pointed the gun again with shaking hands, but didn't shoot.

"I did not wave it in his face!" He stated harshly, taking more steps back. "I was defending myself from your damn robots! I didn't even know he was there until he ran! I thought he wandered in and I was trying to help, but he kept running!!"

"He was scared!!"

"So was I!!" Ethan managed. "Look, I'm fucking sorry!! I thought he was lost!! But I swear to you I wasn't going after him!!"

"HA! And how do you expect me to believe that?!"

"Because!!" He said desperately, and he saw the head of the creature lift slightly in mild disbelief. "If I'm trying to save my own daughter, why would I put another kid in danger?! I'm not like her!!!"

Heisenberg froze.

Ethan... wasn't like her.

... And neither was he.

There was a split second of calm as both men heaved, the shifting mass of scraps resting along the ground as Heisenberg attempted to catch whatever breath he had. But he kept his 'arms' down, the saws resting against the moist ground as the rain lessened to a small misty drizzle around them. He looked up at the man currently lowering the gun he held, feeling his breath tremble.

"I just... want... them safe...!" He said near desperately, his droning voice cracking ever so slightly. If he could have cried in this form, the burning feeling in his chest told him he would have done so.

"My son... deserves freedom. More than either of us!!"

"Th-That's what I'm trying to do...!!" Ethan yelled back, his voice exhausted as he dropped the weapon to his side. He watched as the mutated man lowered his head with a rumbling growl in mild disbelief.

"I tried to tell you, I'm on your side here!!" He continued, gesturing to the surface building that acted as the face of the factory. "I've been trying to tell you that since I got here!!"

Heisenberg let out a droning groan, though his own distress began to grow and show itself just slightly as he felt what was left of his energy slowly ebb away. He couldn't keep it together much longer.

"We've been trapped... He's been trapped. For fucking years." he started. "Forced to live in fear of that bitch... forced to hide him, god forbid she steal him from us! She doesn't give a damn about any of us, not even your Rose."

"I know that...!" Ethan said desperately. "Thats why I want to stop her!! I want to save my daughter, and help the others! They've already agreed to help me, I need you to stop being an asshole to help me, too!! Not by using my daughter, but by fighting like you were already planning!!" He nodded to the building, and the mutated creature followed with his pale gaze. "I saw all the freaky shit... I know damn well you're smarter than this! Now help me, and you'll be free just how you wanted!"

The mutant was silent, managing to catch his breath just slightly. He knew the man was right, and he fucking hated him for it... Hell, he hated himself for the entire situation. His partner was right, Winters was right, they were all right... for once, he knew he was in the wrong and it killed him.

His head lowered again, and he looked back at the factory fully as quiet sounds of moving boxes and hushing caught his attention. It was as if he could feel eyes on him... But not in a way that made his skin crawl. In fact, it comforted him slightly- and then he saw the source, hidden behind debris.

They made it out.

He let his guard lower ever so slightly as he turned back to look at Ethan, feeling the motors in his chest tremble with an ever-growing exhaustion. Even the father could see the unintentional relaxation of the pieces, the 'body' shifting as if it wanted to lay down and give up.

The mutant was tired and wanted it to stop, and he could tell.

"... Fine..." he managed, turning towards him fully. "Fine. Only because I want them safe..."

"They will be..." the man said. "I want my daughter back... But I'm not going to tear your family down to do it. I'm not a damn monster."

Heisenberg was silent for a moment before letting off a near relieved, shaking groan. He could see the father step forward hesitantly as he slumped over. Now he couldn't move... Forward, maybe, but he couldn't lift his 'arms'. The exhaustion of this form has caught up tenfold, and he felt he would have only been able to let off one more surge of power if he did, anyway...

"... Let me... see them..." he managed, seeing Ethan nod before starting to turn slightly towards the factory- only to stop as a low rumbling sounded from the ground.

"What the-"

Ethans words were stolen from his mouth as the rumbling increased, and both watched as the ground suddenly erupted with black mold tendrils. The mold surrounded the building itself, and the rush of panic was enough to get Heisenberg moving.

"NO!!!!-" he started, though was halted immediately with more tendrils that exploded from the ground near his wheels.

He let out a panicked and pained yell as they hit his side with enough force to tip him over into a heap, surrounding and wrapping around the metal body. He could only squirm in attempts to fight back as the tendrils flooded through the scraps and pierced the stretched flesh, managing to push himself back up only slightly before his already blown senses started to fade.

No... NO... This couldn't be, he just-

A piercing, burning pain entered his 'chest', and he realized mere seconds too late that it was the mold itself. He could hear gunshots that sounded almost distant now, feeling the tendrils retreat slightly as they were hit- Winters was trying to get them away...

But they kept coming.

Another agonized cry ripped through his mechanized voice as the tendrils squirmed into the body, squeezing, crushing and prying pieces apart, hearing Ethans yells before his senses dulled almost entirely.

All he heard before the blackout was a distant wailing scream as the pain replaced all sense, and the scrap heap exploded with a force that sent the father flying back and started a fire that spread along the pieces.

The iron stallion had fallen, the only sounds heard now being a menacing cackle and cries coming from two sources-

The baby who had just been 'revealed' from the mold, and a now newly grieving mother who hauled her son away as quickly as she could.

#Metalworks Survival AU #Metalworks fanfiction #oc #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil oc #resident evil village oc #re8 oc #karl heisenberg #heisenberg #lord heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg x oc #heisenberg x oc kid #karl heisenberg x oc kid #resident evil village fanfiction #re8 fanfiction #heisenberg x oc fanfiction #lovelywingsocs #ethan winters #re8 ethan winters

[king-of-wrath]

We would have to wait and see if this applies to other sinner (fallen human) characters in Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel, but it could give fans some ideas for art or roleplay

The client appearing at the beginning of Season 2 Episode 5 was a camp counselor murdered by one of his coworkers. He remembered where he was when he died (on a boat in a lake) and how he died (drowning), noticed that there were holes drilled into the boat before dying and knew he had told the other camp counselors that he couldn't swim

Looking at his design, we can tell the client's appearance is based on aquatic themes: his hair has become kelp, his fingers (and possibly toes) have become webbed, his teeth are more shark-like and he has a "lava lamp" effect on his stomach (like Bee-lzabub in S2 Ep 8)

It would make sense to give him fish-like features, if he died in water (especially if the writers were making a joke about him "sleeping with the fishes" now). However, his skin and eyes are more like a deep-sea fish's than the kind you would see in a freshwater lake. At the same time though, he could've been given "creepier" features because his corpse sank to the bottom of the lake (which would explain the kelp hair) or because the lake's water was dark and murky (consider the Creature of the Black Lagoon)

But we still have the question of why his stomach is a blue lava lamp. A friend of mine noticed this first, but she theorized that the color and bubbles in the lamp are meant to symbolize water. This could also reflect how (specifically) the client died: by accidentally swallowing water as he tried (and failed) to swim

This could tell us that a sinner's demonic form references how they died. We could apply this to the "X" on Alastor's forehead and Vaggie's missing eye (also marked with an x), Loopty's teeth being piano keys (because a piano crushed him to death). If Martha were to appear in a later episode, her left eye might be missing (because Moxxie shot her through the head, blowing-out her eyeball)

But as much as this makes sense, there are many sinners whose forms don't match their method of death (if we know it) or clearly show how they died. For example, Mayberry's demonic form was very basic: her skin turned pink and her head sprouted horns. Lyle's form was red skin, horns and green swirling eyes. Angel Dust is a fluffy white and pink spider, Husker is a cat with red feathery wings and Vox has a television for a head

We also have the fan theory that a sinner's form is a reference to what they did in life. For example, Angel Dust, Arackniss, Molly and Henroin are all spider-like because they were all members of the same mafia crime family (spinning "webs of intrigue", as it were). Husker might look like a cat because like a stray "alley cat", he spent many nights in an alley (because he was either thrown-out of a bar or lost all his money gambling, since he's an alcoholic gambler). Vox might've been a famous television host or network producer, just as Alastor might've been a famous radio host

#ooc nonsense

[theunfortunateplace]

Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 6

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pairing(Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

AGES OC Luaewe- 22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo’ak-21 Tuktirey-10 Aonung- 23 Tsireya - 21

Warnings for chapter: slight jealousy

I pulled back my hair as I ground the leaves up into a fine dust. I was supposed to be weaving today. Out of nowhere, I was bombarded to help make numerous baby carriers and other baby items while some asked to help with battle gear. But before I could even get to the marui that we do those tasks in I was found by Ronal.

“Okay, and when you finish that mix it with this salve,” Ronal said while watching both Reya and I. “What is this supposed to do?” I asked I didn't even know what this was meant for yet I just got straight into working with it.

“That is for burns” She moved away from the table we were sitting at and picked up one of the fish that lay in the basket. “The fish skin will be put on top and then warped in kelp with the mixture rubbed on top.” Reya hummed and looked over to her mom after she finished her own task. “Did someone get burnt?” Reya asked

“Some of the warriors last night thought it would be a fun idea to jump across the fire.” She scoffed and began to skin the fish.

I shook my head but quickly got distracted by the chatter outside. “So how was the dinner?” Reya asked drawing my attention back.

“ how-“

“ Lo’ak.” She chuckled and started mixing a new paste.

“Well, if he told you then you must know how it went,” I say in a slightly teasing tone.

“Only that you too argued as if you’ve been mated for years.”

“What is this talk of mating?” Ronal asked while looking up at us.

I mentally face palmed myself “No one mated Neteyam had me over for dinner….. and if you must know Reya, it went well.”

Ronal smirked and continued to skin the different fishes. “That's all I wanted to know,” Reya said while holding her hands up in defense.

“His dad's stories were very interesting…but it’s weird. It felt as if I was home from the second I walked in,” I said while drifting back to my task.

I knew better than to talk about how the night went in detail around Ronal because it would only fill her head with false hope and spread it to my mom.

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Tuk pulled me along the shore as we looked for shells. Ronal let me out early because there was an accident by the reef so she had to go and tend to that.

“What do you do with the shells after you collect them?” I asked while sifting through the sand.

“Some are for people back home….I hope we can go back soon.” She said in a somber tone. I looked up to find her gaze focused on finding the ones she wanted.

“You must miss home a lot… your brother showed me a picture of your grandmother she looks very kind.” She looked up and smiled.

“She is thought she can be very stern sometimes but I love her! She always gives me these sweet treats when my mother is not looking.” We continued to talk about her home seeing how that was cheering her up but my attention was pulled away from her and to the group of warriors training nearby.

I watched as they practiced throwing spares and sparing with other members of the village.

My eyes landed on Neteyam a smile was creeping on my face but quickly was replaced with an unknown scowl.

A female warrior had her hands all over him and he was smiling. I scoff and look away. Why does it even matter we are just friends?

He could see who he wanted to see.

I winced feeling something pierce my skin. “ shit” I look down and see a large chunk of a shell in my palm.

“W-oh my gosh, are you okay?!” Tuk asked almost yelling. She grabbed my hand. “Come, my mother will know what to do.”

She stood up waiting for me to follow. “ no it’s okay I can just wash it off-“

“Huh? Wash what off? Are you trying to lose a hand?!” My eyes widened as she scolded me. But I quickly stood up as we practically ran back to their mauri.

Neytiri was sitting on the floor fixing one of the blankets that seemed to have a big hole in it. She looked up and quickly dropped her things to tend to me. “ Tuk what happened!” She ushered for me to sit down and she began to grab some things she might need.

“ I don’t know we were collecting shells then I look up to find one in her hand.” She carefully examined my hand.

“It’s nothing I’m fin-“ she cut me off with a hiss warning me not to finish that sentence.

“I don’t think you will need stitches but once Tsahik comes back go see her to make sure.” She washed her hands off and carefully started to remove the shell.

“How did this happen?” I winced as she pulled out the last piece. “ I was distracted…..”

She raised a brow but did question further. She started lathering the wound with the ointment she had in a container. “ this should work the same as the stuff you guys have here.. This is from the fores-“

“ Hi, Mrs sully!” My eyes snapped to the entrance as an annoying voice rang through my ears.

“Hello? Where is my son?” Neytiri said in a confused voice trying to look past the girl standing in the doorway. Tuk looked over at me and back at her but quickly shuffled closer to me.

“Oh, he’s coming, we just got back from training. He said he would show me his bow.” She walked in without being invited and I watched as Neytiri’s face changed.

“Oh… you can wait outside till he comes I’m busy right now.”

“Oh I’m sure he won’t mind-“ she scoffed and went back to my hand.

“Like I said you could wait outside.”

“Really? I won’t be any trouble!” What is with this girl? Does she have a worm in her ear?

“You are. I advise you to get out and wait for my son to come.” She said coldly the girl froze and bit her lip, she nodded her head and walked out.

“Her head is filled with sand I tell her to go and she insists on staying. ack!” She hissed and reached over to find a dressing for my hand. I don’t blame her. I wouldn't want someone barging into my home like that, “So rude entering without being welcomed in!” She scoffed as she started wrapping the dressing on me.

“How did you get here so fast?!” I heard a familiar voice from outside the mauri making my ear perk up but they quickly flattened and I rolled my eyes.

“Your mother taught you well,” I said changing the subject. She looked up and smiled.

“Thank you… she would appreciate that compliment very much.” Before I could respond, the conversation from outside carried in.

I was shocked as he walked past me and didn’t say anything. It’s not like he didn’t notice me because he said hello to his mom and sister who is sitting right next to me.

He even made direct eye contact with me. Neytiri watched the whole thing and even raised a brow. She was just as confused and shocked as I was

“Neteyam, you are supposed to be at training!” Neytiri said in a stern tone.

“ I just came back for my bow.”

“You do not need a bow when you are swimming last time I checked.” She said sharply.

My hand was now finished, and I wanted to leave urgently. “Remember to go get this looked okay?” She said giving me a warm smile. I nodded my head and returned the smile.

“ I will don’t worry…. I’m sorry I shoul-“

She shook her head “It is a mother's job to patch up her children and it doesn’t stop at just hers.” She moved to put her things away and I stood but she quickly called to me.

“Will you stay for lunch?” I bit my lip and looked outside the mauri.

“ I really should go plus you ha-“ she rolled her eyes

“No, she is not my guest..” she interrupted. “We can go out and eat by the water come.” I let out a sigh and smiled as she grabbed the essentials. She handed some stuff to Tuk and I held the basket since that was the most I could do.

As we walked to find the right spot to eat Tuk decided to wander off to find more shells so that we would have enough to make at least two bracelets.

“ how are you liking it here?” I asked she looked up from the fire she built and gave me a slight smile.

“ I am grateful.”

I chuckled lowly, “I know you are but I asked how you are liking it.” She smirked and started cooking the fish and squid.

“It is nice, but it is not the forest, but I have met wonderful people that make here better.” I nodded my head and started to take the stems out of the various fruits.

“ I hope you grow to love it here more over time, but I know nothing will compare to your home.” I gave her a warm smile

“Your mother truly is a good friend I’m very happy to have met her.” I chuckled

“What do you guys talk about when you get together?” She turned to me and smirked.

“ Lots of things we share stories of our past, our kids, worries…the list goes on. She gives lots of advice too. It’s weird she reminds me a lot of my sister.”

My eyes grew wide. I didn’t know she had a sister Neteyam never mentioned that she did.

“Oh, why is she...” I quickly understood why she wasn’t with the rest of the family. “I'm sorry”

She reached over and gave my arm a squeeze. “ it’s okay you didn’t know… she died a couple of years before the war started. Her name was Slywanin.”

She sat back from the fire and smiled. “She was always looking out for other people, especially me.” She chuckled. “ I was very shy then, so whatever my sister said was okay I would trust her because I knew she would never wrong me.”

“My mom said when she first met you you were shy.” Neytiri started laughing and nodded her head. “She's right, I had no clue what I was doing. Fishing here is not the same as in the forest, we use our bows. I was completely lost and scared to ask for help.”

“ I hope you don’t take offense to this… but I find it so shocking that you’re a shy person you don’t come across as the type.” She smiled. But it’s true even in that small amount of time I shared with her a month ago I didn’t get that impression.

“Sometimes you have to just suck it up and do what has to get done but I truly am shy.”

“You know I would disagree from the stories Jake told last night. You're a very brave and outgoing woman. Quite inspiring really.” She smiled wildly.

“ Somiikor never told me you were such a sweet talker.” She said jokingly. I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. I say nothing but the truth. What she did to save her clan, putting her trust back in Jake even after he betrayed her that takes a lot.

“Now before Tuk comes back what is going on with you and my son?” And there it was it was as if I was back at home with my mom. I chuckled lightly and bit into the fruit.

“Nothing is going on-“ she hissed in annoyance and pulled back.

“ I know that is not the truth I see the way he looks at you!” I shook my head and looked off into the distance.

“You are the third person to ask me what is going on with Neteyam and I and I have given the same response every time. And every time you guys have insisted something else is going on.”

“Your mom and Ronal are not the mothers on Neteyam but I am and I know that look…Jake had the same look when we first met.” I turned my head quickly and she was focused on the meat trying not to let it burn from the blazing heat. “At first I thought it was just fascination with a new uniltìrantokx seeing Na'vi for the first time….but I learned quickly I was wrong…..he had this…..what is that word?” She groaned trying to figure out the missing word.

“ cocky.” I raised a brow confused by the English word. “He had this cocky smile but it was the look in his eyes that gave it all away.

I tried to fight it and hide my feelings for him, especially since I was promised to another man.” I gasped and she chuckled at my reaction.

“Mhm, he was a very good warrior the best in our clan. But no matter how hard I tried Eywa had different plans… My point is you can keep denying it but if Eywa has a plan it will always happen her way.” I bit my lip and nodded my head.

Maybe I’m in denial but was what happened today not proof that we are just friends? If he truly did like me he would have said hello. But nothing he’s better off with the girl I saw this morning.

Tuk came running back with her hands filled with shells and I quickly asked to see them trying to move on from the conversation that just took place.

I didn’t think it could get worse than today but it did days, and weeks went by and I heard nothing from him.

We would pass each other and I would be completely ignored. I guess he was just flirting for his benefit, not wanting to pursue anything.

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#avatar #avatar oc #avatar fanfiction #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam #avatar smut #avatar way of water #slow burn

[slutforstabbings]

blake. 30. bi. nb. any pronouns.

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horror enthusiast. corey cunningham scholar.

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without a sound : dead girls

drop the dagger : final girls

like pixie dust : biting and cannibalism

not deep enough : came back wrong

another superstition : ghosts, hauntings, the home

how we like to do it : violence and violence theory

hand in mine : violence and romance, violence as intimacy

what your insides look like : wounds, the body, body horror

ashamed to rise and be in love : vampires, werewolves, monstrosity

shed your yellow : freak positivity

#blake said #slutforart

[relicsandoldstories]

Here's another cringe chapter of my old Watcher Grian fanfic

Chapter Two

    Grian took a few days off the server to collect his thoughts and think of what happened. Having forgotten what Xisuma said that day. He joined the server and checked who was online before deciding to finally finish his base. He worked on it for a few hours, trying to get the outside done so ‘tomorrow Grian’ could work on the interior. 

“Grian help!” Mumbo yelped, landing behind him causing him to jump. Before Grian could ask why, he heard rockets going off and looked up to see BDubs flying down to them. “Mumbo Jumbolio, what did you do?” He asked the moustached man who snuck into the building.

“Nothing mate.” Mumbo chuckled quietly. “Liar! Caught you stealing my stuff.” Bdubs landed and  nudged the two of them. “Mumbo.” Grian murmured huffing and smiled. “Scar did too!” Mumbo put his hands up and the three ended up hanging out laughing. As the sun started to set Mumbo decided to continuously break Bdubs bed for a few moments just to be annoying since Bdubs was the king of sleeping on time. Whenever he was online, he would be either the first one to go to sleep, or to ask someone else to sleep. 

“Stop it you two! Come on!” Bdubs grabbed his bed and moved it further from them and the two snickered and decided to sleep too. In the morning, Grian decided to just hang out with them and the others online. Pulling the normal pranks and being gremlins all and all. He looked down at his band.

<ZombieCleo> Grian, Scar. I’m gonna get you

    <ImpluseSV> What did you two do?

    <GoodTimeWithScar> Nothing~

    <ZombieCleo> Then explain the chickens

    <Grian>  don't know what’re talking bout

   

    Grian snickered and continued checking his shop, waiting for something to happen. He bursted out laughing seeing another death message from Scar.

   

    GoodTimeWithScar suffocated in a wall whilst trying to escape ZombieCleo

    Then Grian thought, I should hide, then quickly dropped what he was doing and flew off, spamming rockets as usual to get to a safe place. Passing Doc who saw him and just laughed, “Good luck G!” Grian snorted and hid in a cave he had found. He bunkered down and looked at chat.

    <ZombieCleo> Grian where are you?

    <Grian> Nowhere :)

    <ZombieCleo> You cheeky

Grian snickered and sat there for a while waiting until he knew Cleo would give up. It was boring but he had nearly thirty XP and didn’t feel like grinding right now. He listened out for anyone moving about. ”̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᒷ. ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⚍ᓭ." He heard someone behind him. He knew what they were saying even though he could tell it wasn’t english. “What?” He turned his head glancing behind him. He shook his head after a few more moments of silence. “It was just in my head…maybe.” He told himself and leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment, falling asleep. 

    He eventually got the all clear and flew to the hub rubbing his eyes, thinking of what to do, until he bumped into Pearl and Xisuma. “Hey Grian.” Pearl smiled. “Are you feeling better?” “Yeah, thanks for keeping an eye on my shop while I was away, Xisuma.” He nodded before looking at Xisuma who clapped his hand on his shoulder. “Cleo possibly rigged your place so…be careful.” He said and Grian huffed and nodded. His eyes had a very faint purple mist to them.

    “I will. I’m not scared. I’ll see you guys later.” Grian smiled and left. He got to his starter base and checked everything before going to one of his farms to harvest loot. His hatred of sugarcane and kelp was justified again this season. The farms were giving him nothing but a headache. 

    “Grian. Are you around here?” Xisuma asked, walking in as Grian was fidgeting with the redstone trying to get his kelp farm to work. “Yeah. What’s up?” Grian asked, looking at him. “I just wanted to check on you.” X shifted chuckling at him covered in redstone dust. “I’m doing better, nothing happened in a while. I am keeping an eye out but nothing strange happened again. Don't worry Xisuma.” Grian reassured him, dusting himself off.

    “Alright-” Xisuma started before tilting his head gently looking at him. “Grian.”

    “Yeah?” 

    “When did you ever say my name right and since when did you have purple tinted eyes? Your eyes are charcoal. Who are you?” The admin crossed his arms, taking a step closer to the hermit, who took a step back cautiously. “What do you mean? It’s me. It’s Grian, X.” Grian murmured.

    “You’re not Grian. Drop the act now. Pearl even noticed you weren’t him. So I'll ask again. Who are you and how did you get into Grian?” Xisuma snapped. He seemed so sure that Grian’s body relaxed and he sneered.

    “You’re telling me you haven’t figured it out, Jade Admin?” He asked, chuckling, putting his hands up, cocking his head to the side. Xisuma stepped back, equipping his sword, raising it defensively. “How?” He demanded an answer. “Xisuma…are you saying you haven’t figured it out yet? That’s sad.” Grian playfully pouted, fixing the collar of his jumper. It revealed a branding if you could even call it that. Yes it looked like a burn,but it was a dark purple that seemed to illuminate. 

    Then it seemed to dawn on Xisuma, because Grian watched the admin grip his sword tighter and looked like he was about to run, or attack. It caused Grian to click his tongue, putting a finger up, “Nuh-uh-uh. You wouldn’t hurt Xelqua, would you?” He chided leaning back against the wall. 

    “What are you even saying, Watcher? Leave my server and leave Grian alone!” Xisuma was at a standstill. He couldn’t just leave that thing in Grian’s body or they would have what they want, but the Watcher was right. If he tried to fight, it would just hurt Grian, so he sent a chat throughout the server saying the server was going on a lockdown drill and that everyone wouldn’t be able to leave or join until the drill concluded.

    “Grian, I know you're there somewhere, it’s not like you to give up this easily. Whatever these monsters did to you is not where you belong man.” His voice was firm but also startled. Grian’s friends mattered more to him than pretty much anything else. So hearing the admin and fellow hermit’s voice so faintly but so concerned, caused Grian’s own subconscious to wake up, trying to fight for control of his body back, causing his body to lose balance. Trying to get his body back from stronger beings was hard. Xisuma saw this and again called to him trying to get to him. All he could do was stand there and watch this power struggle until Grain, who was fighting for entire control, equipped his bow, drew an arrow and shot in the air above him. “Fingers crossed.” The hermit murmured. 

    Grian was shot by Grian

He bolted upright out of bed at his mega base, breathing heavy and shaking. He patted himself before trying to catch his breath. Xisuma, moments later, flew right to him and skidded to a stop before he could fall onto him. 

“Grian. You okay?” He asked as he regained his balance and put his hands on his shoulders. Grian nodded slowly after he calmed down. As the adrenaline slowly drained, he inhaled deeply looking up at the ceiling, only to clap a hand on his neck with a soft pained hiss. 

His mind continued to race as Xisuma took his hand away to see the branding. It seemed to have been a rebranding. One over another. “Pearl…”He murmured, finally thinking straight. He opened the chat and typed,

    <Grian> Pearl. Come to my big base

    <Grian> it's all clear

    <PearlescentMoon> omw

“Something is going on and I don’t know what.” Xisuma sighed as Grian pulled away his jumper to put a plaster over the branding. “I..think I understand most of it…but I gotta talk to Pearl to make sure…” Grian murmured and let out a shaky sigh. His hands were still shaking. 

    “Grian. Xisuma. I’m here.” Pearl knocked entering. Grian smiled softly, making a comment, “At least you used the door unlike someone.” as he glanced at X. “Oh?” Pearl chuckled before snorting as Grian pointed to the hole in the ceiling which wasn’t finished.

    “I almost swandived on him.” Xisuma huffed before sitting down on one of the chests of this build’s chest monster. “Ah. So what happened? I’m guessing we were right X?” Pearl asked, sitting on the foot of Grian’s bed. “Yeah…” Grian nodded quietly and put his head in his hands. “Remember Evo? After we defeated the ender dragon…because I didn’t until now.” He murmured looking up at Pearl.

    “Yeah…I remember…You disappeared for a while until you first joined hermitcraft a few seasons before I joined.” Pearl nodded, putting a hand on his leg reassuringly. “But… something was missing in my memory before that, and they said that they gave me that name…but another entity did too…” Grian shifted. “I could ask the Admins…but for now take it easy.” Xisuma suggested. “Well, I’ll try and nap for a while but I gotta get the roof finished and fix that monster.” Grian pointed to the chest monster mess.

    “I’ll help,but first take a nap G. You look like that time you decided not to sleep because of the big moon. Xisuma please try and figure out what's missing because this is perplexing.” Pearl got up and let Grian lay down.

    As he drifted to sleep, he buried his head under his pillow hoping to get answers soon. His memory reminded him of swiss cheese. There were so many holes and even missing pieces. He listened to his two friends and drifted asleep, hearing them shuffle outside and their voices became fainter and fainter as his body relaxed and he fell asleep.

    As he slept, Pearl stayed around to keep an eye on him, letting him get as much sleep as he could. It was good luck that today was a slow day and not everyone was on or that the other hermits had to leave as soon as the lockdown drill ended. So far the only ones online were Grian, Pearl,Ren, and TFC. 

    When Grian woke up a few hours later he learned that Xisuma had logged out to get information from the other admins. “Alright… then let's get to fixing up this place as we wait to get answers.” He murmured and that’s what they did. For the next while they acted as if nothing happened before. Others joined and while Xisuma was away the ones online decided to come together and cover his base in a selection of blocks.

    They picked some of the ugliest block combinations, then diorite because of Iskall's distaste for it and covered his build top to bottom. “This is a complete eye sore.” Grian laughed at their handiwork as Scar placed the final glazed pink terracotta. 

    “X is gonna hate us.” Tango snorted before they all decided to hide around it. Up in trees or on the roofs of other buildings waiting for the admin to join again. Having put ear pieces in as they flew off to their hiding spots, they could talk to each other while far from each other without using chat. They giggled and snickered as they waited, before Grian had an idea and flew to his shop grabbing white, black and pink wool. Putting eyes and rosy cheeks. He flew up to his hiding spot again, nearly crashing into Mumbo laughing. 

#evo watchers #grian #mcytblr #hermitcraft #watcher grian

[waddlebouncefloof]

Leviathantale MerMay 2021 - Day 30: Mermaid’s Kiss

Even after Kelp returns to land, he longs for the sea, the Deep, and the Shiver.

(Continuation of Day 10: Kelp & Day 23: Grotto)

Even after his return to land, Kelp longs for the sea. He longs to return to its depth and return to the deep where it felt so right. It makes him guilty whenever he thinks about it since the last time he disappeared on his family and friends, it sent them all into a panic. But the guilt doesn’t make the longing disappear. It stays.

Horror still visits his dock. The Great White takes care not to mention what happened on the beach and in the Deep, much to Kelp’s disappointment. He doesn’t let it show. He smiles and pretends along with his friend, afraid of breaking their normalcy and making things awkward.

Dust doesn’t come with him anymore. Kelp asks after the quiet and reserved Whitetip, but Horror always has excuses for why his shivermate couldn’t come.

“Dust wants to see you. He really does,” Horror assures Kelp every time. He sounds earnest, at least. “He’s just not feeling too well.”

“Did he regret it?” Kelp doesn’t ask. “When the heat broke and the eggs were laid, did he regret what he said to me? What we did?”

“I hope he feels better. Tell that to Dust for me please.”

As the months roll by, the longing gets worse and worse. Kelp’s mind drifts to memories of his time in the Deep. Classic notices, of course. He looks sadder and sadder whenever he sees the look on Kelp’s face. “Buddy, sometimes, I feel like you’re not here anymore.”

Kelp isn’t. By the time an entire year rolls around, he’s made his decision. After an emotional phone call with his little brother and a conversation with Classic, Kelp quits his job and leaves his house keys to his friend. He gives away some things and wraps things up. In the end, there’s only him and his fishing boat.

Kelp sets out to the ocean. He goes out farther than he’s ever gone before. He goes to where all ships sink and never return.

“Kelp?”

Kelp stops mid-row and stares at Dust. The mershark floats uncertainly near the side of Kelp’s boat. Slowly, Kelp smiles at Dust. “Hey there. Long time no see.”

It’s like a breath of relief, seeing Dust again. The Whitetip mershark flushes grey at the sight of the smile and hides into his hoodie. Kelp’s hands twitch with the instinctive urge to reach out and cup Dust’s cheeks. Instead, he sets aside his paddles.

"Where's Horror?"

Dust shifts uncomfortably. "It's clutching season and he doesn't want to be careless again. Sorry that he couldn't come to visit."

"And you?" Kelp gently prods. "Are you feeling better? I haven't seen you for a very long time, Dust. I missed you."

Dust, normally so impassive and apathetic, looks so vulnerable.

"Me too. I missed you too," his voice breaks. "But it wouldn't have been safe for you if I came. Horror agreed. I wasn't in my right - I wanted to keep - I wished -" Dust stops and takes a breath. Kelp waits patiently for the mershark to gather the right words, feeling as if he's at the edge of something important. "I couldn't forget the sight of you with us...heavy with Horror's clutch...happy. It made me want to keep you forever."

Kelp shivers. "I couldn't forget either. I was so happy there."

Dust floats closer until he’s close enough for Kelp to touch. He looks at Kelp with such longing but stops himself at the last second and shakes his head. “You’re too far out, Kelp. It’s too dangerous. I’ll help you back to your island.”

“No.” Kelp does reach out to touch Dust this time. He cups the side of his face and runs a soft thumb over his cheekbone. The mershark outs out a shuddering sigh at the contact and leans into it. “No, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

“But your life on the Surface…”

“I’ve said my goodbyes and closed that part of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and Horror and the Shiver…if all of you will have me.”

Dust lets out the most adorable chirp at Kelp’s declaration, eyelights blown wide. “You choose us? Really?”

“Yeah. I choose you.”

Dust pushes himself up at the side of the boat and captures Kelp into a kiss. Giddy and happy, Kelp returns it and lets the Dust slowly pull him down into the water. Down, down, down they go into the Deep where the rest of the Shiver would happily welcome Kelp home.

The waves eventually push Kelp’s boat back to the island and its shore. It remains empty.

#leviathantale mermay prompts #little selkie #dustycrop #dust x kelp #day 30 #mod berry

[takoyaaki]

[toge inumaki] being infatuated with you.

toge inumaki x reader; reader's pronouns are not specified. a scenario of how toge would act around + confess when he has a crush on you. 110% shoujo fluff.

outwardly, it's difficult to tell how toge feels about things, both due to his concealed visage and his inability to communicate as effectively as others.

so, while he is internally grateful that you can't see the faint hue that dusts over his nose whenever he's around you, he's also concerned that you perceive him as indifferent. not having any facial queues to base one's assessment of another individual's state is, after all, inconvenient.

poor toge occasionally worries himself into a stressful fit in his room, debating within himself as to how he comes off, and how to come off to you. he hardly talks to others to begin with – how can he become more personable with you?

briefly, he considers consulting maki or panda. but, well, he hardly shares his predicaments with others to begin with.

eventually, toge determines that the solution to his dilemma is a notebook and pen.

one afternoon, the second-year sorcerer approaches you (with, embarrassingly, a knowing look from both maki and panda).

"kelp," he begins, a small waver breaking his voice that he hopes you don't notice. as you look over and grin amiably, he feels heat rush to his face.

(it's in moments like these where he's glad you can't tell how easily flustered he becomes around you.)

hastily, toge pulls out the notepad, and begins writing. his scrawl is purposeful, and after a few silent moments, he shows it to you.

"i thought it would be more efficient to communicate to you through this from now on," it says. "i'm sorry if my handwriting is messy."

toge thinks his heart flies after you finish reading and beam at him.

"your handwriting is really pretty, inumaki-kun! thank you for thinking of me."

and, toge thinks his heart stops all-together after registering your words.

turning the notepad back around to himself, he continues writing. this time, he's a bit more self-conscious of the time it takes him to finish his thoughts, and even looks up at you through his bangs to observe your reactions.

you supply a small, helpful smile once you realize his gaze. just as quickly as toge peers at you, he's back to fixating on his penmanship. he's pretty sure he can hear panda's laughter from all the way across the field.

"hopefully we can talk more." his work reads, and toge feels like sinking his face into the collar of his uniform, self-consciously bashful. with baited breath, he observes your expression as you finish reading.

"if it's not forward of me to inquire, i want to ask if you would want to spend time with me, and the other second years, tomorrow. we'll be going on a fishing trip."

to his relief, your reply to his offer is more than affirmative.

it doesn't end after just one trip. from then on, a fishing outing is due every other week, so long as no one out of you, maki, panda, or himself, is preoccupied.

often times on these trips, he finds himself fussing over his notebook – shielding it so that it doesn't get wet from the river, when maki reels in a fish a bit too aggressively, or when panda decides that it's time for a relaxing wade.

toge attempts to commit himself to the notebook. drilling into it is better than leaving you with the burden of carrying each conversation that you have with him, even if it does take extra seconds to write.

(some of his student fund goes to buying pens and mechanical pencils, with the incredible rate he goes through them.)

"inumaki-kun," you tap on his shoulder on one trip in the fall, gently pausing the pen between his fingers in the midst of his writing. startled, he regards you with wide eyes, confused. is something wrong?

he sees you gulp. "your fingers look like they hurt." and, as if to prove your statement true, you take his fingers in your palm, and motion towards the obvious callous that's beginning to form. "you don't have to write so much if it's painful."

no, no, it isn't, he wants to verbalize to you. the callous means nothing – he wouldn't mind a mere sore hand if it meant being able to talk to you.

"bonito flakes," toge insists, about to put the pen back on the page. but he hesitates, eyes training in on how you hold his fingers in your hand.

he almost drops the pen into the riverbank at your expression. you're adamant, unwilling to let him continue, holding his palm hostage. he considers resisting, tugging back his entire arm. but . . . you mean well. you care about him.

so, toge sighs, allowing the notebook to fall to his side as you support his hand. his resignation prompts your eyes to lighten and lips to turn up; you're giving him that smile that caused him to melt all of those weeks back.

"you can write again once you rest," you insist purposefully, waving at maki as she looks over quizzically at your exchange. you resume speaking to him. "don't push yourself."

and, to his utter astonishment, you lean over to whisper in his ears. your motions are so swift that he can't discern your visage through the dizzying effect of your presence, but he briefly thinks that there's a tinge of color floating above your cheeks.

"i'll treat you to a sushi bar in the city if you agree."

all too quickly, he finds himself murmuring "salmon" into your hair. even after you pull away, you're still holding his hand.

ah – damn it.

wriggling his hand from yours, and through his aching palm, he briskly begins writing, much to your dismay. he can sense the disconcert from you without meeting your eyes. you're about to verbalize your worries, his name on the edge of your lips. "inumaki-kun – "

but you pause as soon as he shows you his writing.

"thank you," his scrawl states. "please excuse this one time. but i would really enjoy spending more time with you. if you'd like to, that is . . . "

for a few, heavy moments, you're silent. this feels different from how you cradled his palm. whereas it was light-hearted and supportive before, now, the quietude is nearly unbearable. his thoughts run rampant, anxiously obsessing over what you could be thinking in response to his forwardness.

when you start speaking, he thinks he hears a grin in your voice.

"of course! we can spend as much time together as you want, wherever you'd like to go. so long as you let me take care of that hand of yours from now on, inumaki-kun."

on the short walk back to panda and maki, you approach them with your fingers intertwined.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki fluff #inumaki headcanons #inumaki scenarios #inumaki imagines #plum.txt

[lastdr3am3r445]

🍰Dessert Before Dinner🍰

'Ello 'ello! Your favorite Strawberry Smut Peddler is coming at you live from Ventura, CA with a story written specially for the illustrious @katsukisdynamite (she's currently working on her blog, but do check out her work, she is truly spectacular... 🤩)

TodoBakuDeku X Fem!Reader

CW/Mentions: Poly Smut, Daddy Kink, Slight Hard Dom Themes, Oral (giving & receiving), Fingering, Edging & Denial, Temperature Play, Overstim, Pet Names, Degradation, Praise, Creampie (I guess, but its not mentioned specifically)

Word Count: 4,219

Summary: You get home just in time for dinner, but the boys think you look good enough to eat, and decide to indulge in a little dessert before dinner.

*** 18+ Content - MDNI , All Characters are adults***

Without Further Ado... Smut under the Cut!

Needly raindrops pricked your skin as you scurried through the drizzle to get to your apartment. It had been so sunny when you left, too. You were thinking what a waste it was wearing your new sundress when you smelled an oh so familiar aroma; chicken stock, kelp, bonito flakes…

“Mmmm… dashi.”

Shouto must have conned Katuski into making cold soba again. You could practically hear the argument in your head:

“No! No way!”

“Why not?”

“We’ve already had soba twice this week, you fucking fiend! No!”

“Pleeeaaase, ‘Tsuki-chi~”

And a soft blush would creep up Katsuki’s face, all the way up to his ears, then his pout would drop into a scowl, and…

“Tch. Fine! But this is the last time!”

And he’d mutter under his breath the entire time he got out his ingredients “something-something-icy-hot-bastard-something-it’s-all-he-fucking-eats.” Shouto had a knack for pushing all the right buttons to stroke Kacchan’s daddy kink just right.

You laughed silently to yourself as your key ground into the lock, a harmony of “welcome home!” greeted you as you toed off your shoes at the door.

“Dinner’ll be ready soon! Make sure you’re washed up!” Katsuki scolded preemptively, without even bothering to looking up from the scallions beneath his knife.

“Yes, ‘Tsuki-chi..” You teased, he paused his chopping to glare fiery daggers at you, only to resume with a shake of his head and additional muttering under his breath.

Shouto was the first to greet you in person, rising from his seat at the island to meet you at the door. He took your face in both hands, and kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips before saying, “Welcome home, Angel. How was your day?”

You waved away the pink dusting your cheeks, “Long..” you sighed.

“Then you should come sit, make yourself comfortable.” He smiled, offering his elbow to escort you to the couch. He never understood it, but his behavior always made him seem so… regal. He never failed to make you feel like a princess.

You flopped down into the waiting cushions with a sigh, only for Izuku to reach over and paw at your thigh,

“Noo, c’mere..” He whined. You obliged with a playful sigh, throwing your leg over his hips and pulling yourself up to face him. His broad palms rested on your thighs, and he looked up at you with cheeky grin,

“Hi~” He said.

“Hi..” Your hands found their way around to the nape of his neck, fingers toying with the curls there, elbows cradled in his broad shoulders..

He ran his hands over your legs until his crooked fingers crawled beneath the hem of your skirt, and then meandered down and around to cup the sides of your thighs. The motion sent little tingles up your spine, and his proximity to your more intimate areas set them aflutter.

“This new?” he asked, face scrunched up and curious about your dress.

“Yeah, kinda..”

“I like it..” He craned his neck up to give you one of his cappuccino kisses, deep and sweet, but still humming with potential energy; those crooked fingers finding their way under the elastic of your panties to give your ass a firm squeeze.

He broke the kiss when he felt a warm flush radiate from your face, and brought his nose to trace the contours of your jaw until his breath fanned the hollow behind your ear, “I’d very much like to see it off of you..” You felt him grin against your neck, before his teeth sunk into it, pulling a gasp from you before you were able to stop it.

“I’m glad to hear I was not the only one who thought so..” A cool voice spoke up behind you, startling you only slightly.

What had you leaping from your skin was slender, icy fingers, creeping along your jaw above where Izuku had been nibbling. Shouto’s thumbs rested on either of your temples, the tips of his fingers beneath your chin; he tilted your head back to meet him. Izuku reflexively bucked against the friction your leaning provided.

“You look truly radiant, Angel..” Shouto spoke, before leaning down, and pressing a kiss to your lips, slow and tender, like water filling a stream as a glacier melts. When the kiss ended, your lashes fluttered, trying to uncross your eyes.

“Oh.. I’m sorry…�� Your heart leapt to your throat.

“I didn’t realize we were starting with dessert…” Katsuki’s voice, already gruff on a normal day, had dropped into a much more commanding baritone. His hand fisted on his hip.

“Katsuki, I-”

“What’s my name?” Shouto’s hands found your shoulders while Katuski began his steady advance into the living room.

Your eyes darted away, hoping to hide the embarrassment coloring your face;

“D-Daddy..”

Izuku twitched beneath you, his hardening length straining uncomfortably against his shorts watching your cute face pink up and your voice grow flustered.

Katuski came to a stop in front of you, nothing but Izuku and the couch he sat on between the two of you. He caught your lip beneath his thumb, a curled finger tucked under your chin guided you to face him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Princess.”

“Sorry, Daddy…”

“Are we feeling greedy today, baby girl?”

“N-no! I was just-”

His fingers unfurled, clutching the side of your neck, his thumb dropping to complete the hold at your throat, not yet applying pressure, but threatening to.

“Oh, so we’re lying now?” He purred malignantly.

You hadn’t noticed you had leaned forward until you felt Izuku’s warm tongue lick a path between your breasts, catching your breath in your throat.

“No..” The sound came out more like a squeak than actual speech.

“No?..” Katsuki craned his head back, looking down his nose through lidded eyes as he tapped his finger twice against your throat, a warning.

“No, Daddy.”

“Oh good, because you know what happens to liars in this house?” His grasp tightened slightly, making your mouth water.

Izuku perked up from your cleavage, “C’mon Kacchan, ask her again..” His teeth nipped at the flesh of your breast while Shouto’s fingers skated down your shoulders, catching the straps of your dress, and sliding them down your arms to bare your chest, “Yes, I think she’ll be much more forthcoming..” He agreed before you felt him replace your discarded straps with cool kitten licks against your shoulders.

He loosened his grip, “Alright…” You felt his thumb come up to trace your bottom lip again, “Your boys are vouching for you, Princess, so I’ll ask again…” You squirmed beneath his touch, shifting your hips against Izuku’s, making him toss his head back, sucking air through his teeth while Shouto’s hands and the straps of your dress held you gently in place.

“Are we feeling… greedy?” His face was inches from yours, a cheshire grin playing on his lips.

Your words were lost on your tongue, so you nodded against his palm and closed your eyes, only for them to fly open when you felt your mouth invaded by a thick, calloused thumb, which quickly found your tongue, and pressed it down.

“I think we can oblige that, don’t you boys?” He chided over your yelps and whines. Shouto’s teeth found the crook of your neck, and his fingers your nipples, Izuku gave a lust laden giggle while he chewed his bottom lip and watched the two of them work you as drool puddled in your mouth.

Katsuki echoed with a dark chuckle of his own, releasing your tongue from beneath his thumb, allowing you to suck it wantonly. He pulled it from your lips with a wet pop, and gripped the sides of your face,

“Strip, and get on all fours.” He growled.

Shouto backed up slightly to give you space to scramble out of Izuku’s lap to do as you were told. He pouted at the loss, and beckoned Shouto to take your place. Before he could, however, Katsuki tangled newly freed fingers in green curls, and yanked them back roughly, eliciting a moan from Izuku.

“Don’t think I forgot you started this, Deku.” Only Izuku’s panting breaths could be heard in response, accompanied by his wide, lopsided grin.

“Brat..” Katsuki snarled through gritted teeth., “Get on your back. Head between her knees.” He flicked a finger in your direction before stomping around the couch to greet your form, ready and waiting to be used.

You looked up at Katsuki towering over you, palming his cock through his sweats.

“Are you gonna make me feel good, baby?”

You nod, yet another wave of blood rushing to your cheeks, “Yes, Daddy..”

You startled a little, but spread your knees farther apart when Izuku settled beneath you, now shirtless, his scars and muscled torso on full display.

“Do you want Deku to make you feel good?” You looked down into deep green pools, shimmering with want. Izuku’s hands found your thighs again, and he nipped and licked at the flesh there.

“Uuh-huh!” You gasped, briefly disregarding protocol for the man between your knees monopolizing your senses.

“Do you want Deku to make you cum?”

“Y-yes..” Where was this going?

Katsuki pondered for a moment.

“Okay, Deku can make you cum. In fact..” He crouched before you, meeting your eyes, “I expect it.”

“Mmhm.” He continued, “I want you to cum, as much as you want, all over Deku’s face.” You looked down at Izuku’s face, his eyes were now blown wide, thin emerald rings encircling his pupils, which seemed to focus hazily on your face. Katuski stood.

“You can cum.” He repeated, “He cannot.” As though to emphasize his point, Shouto yanked down Izuku’s shorts, and settled himself between his knees.

“What?!” Izuku snapped, glaring upside down at Katuski.

“Shouto will see that he doesn’t, won’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Tsuki~” You hear from behind you. Beneath you Izuku shudders, eyes fluttering closed as Shouto starts the process of edging him out of his mind.

When you looked up, Katsuki’s cock was lolling out over the waistband of his sweats, veins running the length of it like super highways delivering blood. His hand found your hair and tucked it behind your ear,

“And you are going to see that I do. Won’t you, Princess?”

One palm caressed your hair, gathering it all in a ponytail at the back of your head; the other jerked his cock, crystalline beads of precum forming on the head of it. You nodded, letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, a viscous strand of drool rolling off the tip and onto your chest.

Having witnessed that spectacle, a hungry look darkened Katsuki’s features. He patted his cock against your waiting tongue, the salty precum almost bitter against your tastebuds. He rutted once.. Twice… three times against the flat of your tongue, before using his handle on your hair to sink you all the way down, your nose coming flush against his pelvis.

You gagged on his head, the force of his thrust knocked you back on your heels, only for your cunt to meet Izuku’s waiting tongue. You moaned around his cock as Izuku started lapping at you like he’d been starved for days.

Katsuki pulled himself from your mouth, saliva cascading down your chin as you spluttered and coughed. Before your tongue could find your words, Izuku’s lips found your clit.

“Z-Zuzu!” You gasped, your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands coming down to entangle themselves in his hair. Katsuki’s grip tightened on yours as he yanked your head back up to meet his face.

“Really? Am I gonna have to fuck that name out of your mouth?” His voice rumbled before he impaled your face on him again, and proceeded to fuck the back of your throat again and again.

You knew you’d be hoarse, even so, Izuku licked delicious moans from the pit of your stomach, one hand kneading your thighs, the other probably lost somewhere in Shouto’s hair.

Izuku laved over your sex, working in a methodical circuit between your folds, purling his tongue over your clit, and sinking into your dripping trench before returning to the beginning, repeating this ritual more quickly with each revolution, until he was almost hysterical, at which point his tongue would stammer against your skin, which was likely the point he would have cum if Shouto wasn’t responsible for curtailing such an event.

It was at that point, however, that your thighs trembled and clenched around his face. You ground into his lips and nose while you sucked feverishly at Katsuki’s cock. Izuku continued to work your cunt through your orgasm, swallowing every ounce of it that you gave him.

The feeling morphed into a pleasurable flavor of pain as you approached overstimulation. You bucked away to escape his tongue, only for him to plant both hands on your hips and pulled you hard against him, his vision tunneling on lapping up every drop of you.

You didn’t know you had started crying until the tracks on your cheeks had started to cool. You looked up at Katsuki through glistening lashes, his punishment on your throat also grew more frenzied.

“Gonna… Fill your… Pretty… Mouth… Fuck!” He came with a shout as he dumped hot ribbons of cum down your throat before pulling out of you unceremoniously.

You collapsed forward coughing, gagging, sobbing into your folded elbows as another orgasm ripped through you, from Izuku’s tongue, Katsuki’s rough treatment, the knowledge of Shouto torturing the former at the command of the latter...

“He almost came, that time, Tsuki..” Shouto mewled behind you.

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki hollered, eyes still trained on you as you worked his twitching cock back to life. Once he was satisfied, he walked out of your limited peripheral, still caved in to your release.

“Why don’t you save our girl, and I’ll give this cumslut what he really wants..”

As though on cue, lean, pale legs entered your view and knelt in front of you. You felt cold, refreshing hands smooth over your back and rump, and a mild voice floated into your ear,

“Can you sit up for me, darling?”

You nodded dazedly, but failed to move.

“Hey!” Katsuki barked. Next thing you knew, Izuku vanished from between your legs, granting you a reprieve from his entrenchment in your pussy, allowing your muscles to loosen, and your body to relax.

Shouto turned you over, and pulled your limp body into his lap, arms folded behind his neck, his arms wound around your waist in full view of your other two partners, Katsuki knelt between Izuku’s knees.

“Selfish brat!” His hand was at the nape of Izuku’s neck, pulling him firmly off the floor to look him in the eye. Izuku failed to focus on him, though, his disoriented gaze cast to the ether.

“Tch. Filthy slut.” Katsuki cursed, “You that cum-drunk? Just from a little face-sitting?” He pulled Izuku closer, and licked a trail across his lips, sampling the slick that coated them before releasing him back into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Izuku giggled unintelligibly, eyes drifting to the ceiling. Katsuki smirked, dick twitching at seeing his boyfriend, all mighty number one in such a state.

One of Shouto’s hands ghosted over your ribcage, softly palming your breast, the glacial touch perking your nipples and raising goosebumps over your chest and arms. His other slid down, avoiding your over-worked clit, instead teasing warm fingers at your slit. The difference in temperature quickly had you dripping again; your head fell back to rest against his shoulder, his lips at the shell of your ear while you both watched, transfixed on the power play between the two men.

“M’gonna fuckin’ obliterate you, Deku..” Katsuki spat through gritted teeth, rubbing the head of his cock up and down Izuku’s entrance, before sheathing himself in a firm, deep stroke. Both men cried out, Katsuki breaking into a sweat at the stimulation on his still sensitive cock.

“Dammn, Sho~ No wonder he almost came, so fucking gooned out...” Katsuki laughed, flush already rising to his cheeks as he gave a few tentative thrusts into Izuku, who panted uselessly beneath him.

“What can I say?” Shouto’s breath tickled your ear, “I’m good with my hands..” As though to emphasize his point, Shouto slid two slender fingers into your dribbling cunt, and curled them against your g-spot, coaxing a broken groan from your rubbed-raw throat.

“You moan so sweetly for me, baby…” His whisper raised the hair on the back of your neck, and you gasped, your hips moving on their own as they rocked against Shouto’s fingers, your pussy aching around them while you watched Katsuki pin Izuku’s hips to the floor, his cock fucking in and out of him.

“Missing something, love?” He smiled against your ear, his cock flexing against your back.

“Uh.. uh-huh…” You moaned.

He chuckled, and you were surprised when he moved his hand from your cunt to hook behind your knee, his other arm wrapped around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly over his cock, teasing you open.

“What do we say?”

“P-please, Sho..”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He dropped you down onto his throbbing cock, punching another hoarse moan from your lungs, but remained still.

“Sho..” You whined.

“Promise me something first, Angel..”

“Okay, what? Tell me.” You snapped, grinding your hips desperately to try to get any kind of relief.

His voice was in your ear; “Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

You nodding hastily, not realizing what you’d be agreeing to.

“Good choice…” He held your leg wide with one hand, fretting with your nipple with the other, and started thrusting into you from behind, your pussy choked down on his cock as he toyed with your body, his touch leaping through your nervous system like lightning.

Then the air was filled with the delicious sounds of you and Izuku being fucked. You struggled between closing your eyes to cope with the sensation of Shouto’s hands; each threatened to brand you or freeze you; and fixating on the increasing ferocity of Izuku and Katsuki’s entanglement.

You blinked, and Katsuki had one leg over his shoulder. You blinked again and he had both. Again, and Izuku’s hands were clasped around Katsuki’s neck, toes curling, fat, rolling tears cascading over freckled cheeks as he moaned wordlessly into the space between them, occasionally swallowed up by Katsuki’s lips.

Your cunt grew tight, your breathing ragged as you had fallen into a rhythm, fucking yourself on Shouto’s cock, succumbing to the heat almost scalding your thigh, the chill perforating the skin of your breast, you felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.

You chewed your lip, “Sho- Shouto..”

“Hah~ Yes Angel?”

“Mm- M’gonna- Ah~”

In an instant, Shouto slowed, dropping his arctic touch from your breast to your clit. He did not continue his ministrations, merely held his icy palm over your mound, halting your orgasm in its tracks.

“Shouto!~” You whimpered, one hand coming down to push futilely at his forearm.

“I’m sorry, Angel.. But I think that pleasure has been reserved.” He directed your attention back to Izuku and Katsuki.

“Kacchan!~ Kacchan!~” Katsuki’s familiar nickname fell from Izuku’s lips like a chant, Katsuki’s eyes flashed before throwing one final thrust, and cumming with a grunt, and a sadistic laugh as he stopped moving as well.

Izuku’s head fell back with a sob. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say..

“He hasn’t cum once since we started…” Shouto purred.

And you salivated.

Katsuki unsheathed himself, and stood, stumbling just a little, but strutting over effortlessly once he found his balance.

“I think he’s had enough, don’t you, Sho?”

“Yes, I think they’ve both learned a valuable lesson..” His teeth grazed your ear, showering a fresh wave of goosebumps over you.

“Then I say let them fix each other’s problems.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“And what about me, Tsuki?” Shouto pouted, tightening his arm over your waist, dick flexing inside you making you squirm, still sore from your ruined release; “I haven’t done anything wrong…”

“That so? I seem to remember things differently.”

“Wha-”

Katsuki’s fingers found your chin, and gently brought your face up to meet his, “I think Deku could use little help, Princess.. Think you could fix him for me?”

You nodded hesitantly, Shouto dropping your leg so you could crawl out of his lap and over to Izuku.

“No no..” Katsuki droned, “Stay where you are. I have plans for you, Icy Hot brat..”

You crawled on hands and knees to Izuku’s side, combing your nail through his hair, over his face, catching the few glittering tears that remained over his freckled cheeks with your thumb, before continuing down the column of his neck, flattening your palm against his chest before your tongue spilled from your lips and plunged into his mouth.

Your kiss seemed to bring him back to life, as he inhaled deeply, desperately through his nose, his hands curling themselves in your hair. He chewed your lips, sucked your tongue, maintained as much contact between your mouth and his until you had to pull away, a glistering strand of saliva connecting the two of you.

He was on you in an instant, reversing your positions so you hit the ground flat on your back, his lips on lips, your cheek, your chin, his velvet tongue painting long trails up the column of your neck and down your chest.

You craned your neck to see behind you. Though your perspective had them suspended from the ceiling, you saw Shouto, legs spread, eyes screwed shut as he fucked a rather bored looking Katsuki’s fist. You refocused on the verdette before you, endeavouring to devour you whole, planting your hands on either side of his face to pull him into another impassioned kiss.

Izuku boxed you in, densely muscled biceps on either side, scars laid out over his body like a road map over his heaving chest. He shoved his knee between your legs, and you ground your desperate cunt against his thigh thoughtlessly.

“Such a pretty girl.. So fucking pretty… and she’s all mine…” He babbled over you. He might have tried to tease you more, hold you down, make you beg, but by this point it would have been in vain, the way he was rutting his drooling, inflamed cock against your hip.

He was thick, and stretched you in all the right ways. You felt a wanton twinge in the pit of your stomach.

“Need you so fucking bad, Zuzu…Please..”

He roared into the crook of your neck, closed his teeth around it, surely leaving perforated bruises as a memento. He adjusted his aim, and crashed into you with abandon, chewing the inside of his cheek as your cunt took him so readily.

Your hands circled his neck, finding that familiar crook in his shoulders, your nails cutting stripes into his back, adding your own color to his canvas of scars.

“So good… so fucking good… Sweet Jesus, Izuku!~”

The praise fell on his ears and dropped straight to his cock. He pushed himself off the floor, and fucked you with slow, deep thrusts, watching your tits bound and jiggle with each collision. Your eyes rolled back, catching a short glimpse of a sweat sheened Shouto, tongue tasting his bottom lip, hips thrusting fruitlessly into air as Katsuki held his hand far away from his partner, that same sinister grin perking the corners of his mouth.

Your eyes fluttered closed to the sound of Shouto begging, “Tsuki, please!” before you wound your legs around Izuku’s hips.

“Gonna make me cum like that..” You whimpered into his ear.

He sat up, hands plastering themselves to your hips with brutal force as he pulled you onto him as hard as he pounded into you. The coil in your gut wound tight, the energy in your body reaching a fever pitch.

“God, fuck me like that!~” Your lips found their last mantra, which you cried out until you unravelled into white hot oblivion.

When you opened your eyes, you felt Izuku’s labored breathing against your neck after he caved in on top of you. You carded your fingers through his hair, and fussed idly with the curls as you tried to catch your own breath.

“Here, nerds..” You looked up to see Katsuki extending a water bottle to you while he finished chugging his own with his other hand.

You took it gratefully, nearly choking as you gulped it down while lying prostrate across the floor. Izuku protested your movement, clutching you closer to him while he nuzzled your neck sleepily.

“When you’re ready.. Well…” He glanced over at the man curled against you, “When he’s ready… Food’s done.”

“Oh shit!” You cursed, keeping your tone hushed so as not to startle Izuku, “Katsuki, I’m so sorry…”

He shrugged, “It’s cold soba.. What’s it gonna do, get colder?”

You chuckled, and asked “Where’s Sho?” before straining to look towards the couch to see a particularly contented Todoroki, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, cold soba in his lap.

You relaxed your neck, and let your own contentment wash over you as you buried your nose into veridian curls, and lost yourself in the scent of citrus and soap.

How’d you ever get so lucky?

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The Fugitive: Finding Home, Pt. 4

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Warnings: strong language, Resident Evil-esque violence and descriptions of gore, and dark/sexual themes

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime trip turned dark. You’re quickly exposed to the sinister and mysterious world of a cursed village under the control of dark leaders. How long will you last and will you ever return home in one piece?

The Fugitive: Finding Home Masterlist

It was a few days prior to Alcina’s curt meeting with you. Meandering about the hallways, you straightened pictures, dusted shelves, and adjusted curtains to hang just as the Lady liked. It had been awhile since your last clash with her, the last being the awkward dinner between brother and sister. Heisenberg had been lingering in the hallways, always narrowly avoiding Alcina as she moved from room to room. He was like a kid sneaking about the school when he was supposed to be in class.

Making your way down one of the velvet lined halls, a hand caught your arm, tugging you into the shadows of the sharp corner. Another covered your mouth, smelling distinctly of silver and oil. “Shh.” He hushed, hot air brushing over the tips of your ears. “Don’t make a sound.”

He moved with ease, slipping backward into one of the many secret passageways that the maids used to stay out of the main halls. How did he know this was here, you ignorantly asked yourself, ignoring the fact that this was like a second home to him. Planting your feet firmly on the ground, he kelp a finger to your lips and moved his other from your arm to your waist. You wanted to slap him. Encounters with him had been growing more frequent as the weeks went on. He seemed to be everywhere when you found yourself alone. He’d pop by for only a moment, keeping you on your feet.

“We had a family meeting.”

You waited, hair rising at the nape of your neck as he continued.

“You’re going to be offered something.”

His grip around your waist tightened.

“Don’t accept it.”

Somebody had been lurking around the grounds, he could feel it. The sensation was something he’d grown accustomed to. Afterall, having electricity coursing through ones veins isn’t exactly normal. Soft steps of booted heels walked cautiously over the forest floor just outside the factory’s gates. It wasn’t the lycans. Movement was easily distinguishable. If the steps were heavy and in fours, it was likely one of the wolf beasts that patrolled the exterior of the factory grounds. If they were wheeled, the likeliness of it being the Duke delivering goods was high. But these, these steps were different. They were alarmingly delicate.

Spurred on by curiosity, he found himself riding the slow-moving elevator upward to the surface. Whoever it was, he intended on scaring them into never seeking the place out again. Often, children or teenagers who were becoming increasingly distant from their parents would disregard any warnings and attempt to go to the factory. He’d scare them, they’d run off and only return in a body bag at some later date.

He was surprised to see who it was.

“I am getting so fed up.” You aimed the pistol in the direction of yet another lycan as it hunched over, approaching with small forward movements. “Can’t you idiots just,” you shot it, stirring it up, causing it to rush, “fuck off!”

With a loud bloody scream, it crumbled to the ground alongside the other that had attacked minutes prior. One of the beasts had already given you a nasty wound to the shoulder nearing the place where you’d been shot a month preceding. Nothing to wrap it with and no time to stop, you had to forego any bit of medical treatment.

The day had gone down hill like a tumbling boulder after you left The Duke. Lycans lined the forest, unwilling to move out from the trees, but ready to pounce should you step closer. Yellowed eyes locked onto you, keeping close watch, almost guiding you to where they wanted you to be. The townspeople wandered about, their chatter of zombified nonsense was enough to drive you over the edge.

“Mother Miranda” this, and “Mother Miranda” that. It was positively shocking that there were so many people left in the village given the amount of bodies you’d seen strewed about perched in any barren place. They were downright maniacal here, playing right into the lunacy that spewed from Miranda’s mouth. Men were tied by the wrists on crosses, their legs missing, their bodies stuffed, to appear as scarecrows. Was stuffing a pair of pants and a shirt really that much more difficult?

After a few hours of traversing the Romanian backroads, you grew tired. It felt as though you were moving in circles, pathways blended into one that held striking similarities to ones you thought you’d crossed before. A group of men sat on one of the docks of what looked to be a Reservoir. They conversed loudly, their voices carrying great distances telling tales of a large beast that lurked through the murky waters.

It seemed like you were nearing the village outskirts when homes became sparce and villagers disappeared altogether.

“Here I was thinking you were burnt to a crisp.” Heisenberg’s chest was almost pressed to your back, an occurrence you’d grown used to by now. The heat radiating from his body permeated the thin material of your shirt, a false safety accompanied the uneasy chill.

Twirling where you stood, you beat a hand against his upper body, your gun dropping from his temple. Your finger left the trigger. God, he was lucky. He chuckled.

“As far as anyone’s concerned, I’m lying dead in that storage room.” You dropped your hand from the surprisingly soft material. The man never strayed from his cartoon-like fashion sense, no doubt he’d chosen something that was comfortable.

“I’m surprised you could pull that off. I honestly thought you took my advice as a death sentence.” His hand grazed your bleeding shoulder. The blackened crisp of hardened blood and puss was crushed beneath his fingers as he retracted. “You should get that looked at.”

Dead eyes met his, spurring on his amusement like a bull in a rodeo. “You know, I thought it would be more fun to let it get infected.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. Don’t come crying to daddy when your arm has to be amputated.”

You cringed at his use of the rather taboo word. “You said something similar last time you helped me.”

“I suppose I did.” He turned on his heel. “Come on.”

Unsure of where he was leading you, but much preferring being by his side opposed to out in the cold, you followed.

“Home sweet home.”

Gray doors stained with times cruel hand opened, scraping roughly against the cracked concrete of an entry room. It was...rather humble. The exterior resembled that of a run down or abandoned factory in the urban districts of a dying city. Broken cars, rusted bikes, and large sheets of metal lay against one another in a neglected pile that seeped further into the ground earn morning.

“Nobody visits.” He stepped through the threshold, discarding his oiled hammer against a white-topped table that sectioned the room in two. It was a wreck. Deflated and torn tires sat around in crowds of garbage, trinkets were stashed on shelves, and planks of wood were stacked in various places. To the rear of the room was another, blocked by a large metal door with prison-like bars as windows. To the left, a light illuminated what looked to be a laundry area of sorts. “So, I don’t bother keeping the place tidy.”

“You live here?” You followed behind, keeping a close distance in this profoundly new place. In contrast to the castle, this was a dump. No wonder Heisenberg held such disdain toward Alcina, she lived in luxury while he lived...well, here.

He gave a thoughtful hum as reply, pushing past the scrap door as the two of you descended a short staircase. The next hall was eerie to say the least. Dead wires twisted overhead giving the appearance of snakes dangling just above eye level. A single light was positioned against the wall, only allowing for viewing of the back half of the hallway. Beyond that, you couldn’t see.

You were cast from his attention as if he hadn’t been seeking you out ever since you entered the village. His head was welded forward, the only time it strayed was from a habitual glance at the various doorways leading god knows where. Everything from his taught posture to his slunken disposition screamed conflict. Beneath his glasses, his nose scrunched, and his hand found itself scratching relentlessly at his beard. Each breath that left his lungs felt as though it was laced with acid. His throat burned, and not just from the bitter taste of tobacco. Yet, a tiny string tugged at the back of his mind controlling him like a marionette. When he saw you, he felt something, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on what that something was. It was the exact opposite of the feeling he had when Alcina had told of your death. That was painful, uncomfortable even. A weight had dropped from his throat to his stomach, causing his limbs to feel weighted. This feeling was light.

Bringing you here, to the factory, may have been the wrong decision.

But then, what would have been the right one?

“So, what do you do here?” You inquired, sight following the shadows of white light that disbursed from the corner.

This room was more quaint, and set up in what could be described as a homier feel. Lighting remained minimal, leaving blackened areas in the corners where the fingers of brightness could not reach. A shrine-of-sorts was made up in the back of the room. Pictures similar to those of the villagers’ homes and Castle Dimitrescu hung cluttered together on the garnet brick wall.

He was snit, pure annoyance at the pictures itched and crawled up his back, pecking at what little control he felt he had. “Eulgh.” A miffed grumble played on his lips as his hand disappeared behind a hanging cloth, tugging something before it fell unraveled over the photos.

“Anyway,” Heisenberg started, removing his hat and glasses. His hair was greyer than you initially thought. Strands of dark brown could still be isolated, but for the most part his hair was silver. “Have a seat, and tell me...how’d you do it?”

“Do what?”

A rusted folding chair was offered. You felt utterly out of place, even more so when your mind wandered to the castle. There you’d known your fate, you’d known of what was expected of you, how to get along, and the complete layout. Here was a mystery. The women at the castle spoke rarely of Heisenberg. They’d not comment on his outwardly individualism nor his appearance. How they didn’t find him entrancing was an enigma.

“Escape, of course.” He clicked his teeth, shedding the dirtied trench coat from his shoulders to reveal the long sleeves of a yellowed tan shirt bundled around his elbows. “You had Alcina fooled.”

You had prepared what you needed in there.

The room was one you were often assigned to as the other girls disliked the “creepy” skeleton that lay flat against the cobblestone floor. Barrels of assorted foods that the Dimitrescu’s rarely ate sat undisturbed, some filled with ripe apples, others with rotting corn. It was a getaway of sorts, a place you could get off your aching feet even if for just a moment. After the horrors you’d witnessed in the village, you didn’t mind the company.

After Alcina’s ultimatum, you went straight to the storage room only accessible through the hole in the wine cellar or a door that led to the east wing of the castle. Slabs of bloodied meats had been delivered just hours prior, all stacked in woven baskets, waiting for transportation to the kitchen.

Your company, the Dimitrescu victim, lay in the center of the room. The chunks of reddened meats lay over top the arms, legs, and torso area. Gunpowder was not a normal commodity within the castle’s walls, but you managed to scrounge some up from one of the old barracks. Dried leaves and lint were stuffed in every crack you could manage. The more you thought of it, the dumber the plan seemed. Surely, the Lady or someone else would realize it wasn’t you. They’d be smarter than that, right?

The room was as you left it when you shuffled your body through the tunnel opening. Stripping of your maids’ clothes quickly, the dress soaked with the fluids escaping the rare muscle, the headscarf lay flat against the ground near its skull.

You ditched the short heels, pulling your old boots over your feet, not bothering to lace them up. A thin line of gunpowder was sprinkled around the “body,” a match waited at the hollowed-out doorway you planned on leaving from.

“Then what?” Hatred spewed from her lips. She was growing frustrated, there was no way she’d fit through the opening, and to her knowledge the room had only one exit that led back into the castle.

The squeeze was tight, but doable. With two flicks against the rough wall, the match ignited. You moved further out and tossed it into the room. A fake scream of agony escaped your lips as you watched the room engulf in flame. Alcina boomed with anger yelling of how furious Mother Miranda would be.

“She fell for that?” His upper lip lifted in a look of disgust. “What a fucking idiot. She’s been gutting men long enough now that she should be fully aware bones don’t just separate from muscle.” With a final crescendo of his voice, he fell back to a normal volume. His, now ungloved, fingers pinched harshly at the skin between his eyes. “If they find out you’ve lived, you know what’ll happen t’ you, right?”

You shook your head truthfully.

“I assume they’d kill me.”

“Bingo.” A metal chair let out an awful noise as he flipped it backward, straddling it to rest his folded arms across the frame. “But,” he enunciated the “t” and shot a finger in your direction, “I don’t think it’ll be in that dungeon.”

“Alcina mentioned an experiment.”

“An experiment, indeed.” His chin rested on his forearms. “Wasn’t going t’ be pretty.”

“You told me to not take the deal.”

He nodded, picking at the inside of his lip. “I did. Theyhad big plans for you, darlin’.”

“They...does that include you?”

He thought for a brooding moment, rocking his head from side to side as he chewed at the inside of his cheek. “No.”

“That didn’t sound convincing.”

“I mean,” he straightened his back, “I am one of them, but I’m not one of them.” The fast moment without response had him on edge, he didn’t want you to get the wrong picture. “You see, I’m not here to play Miranda’r any of the others, little game. I’m a son in title only... and I’d do anything to get under their skin.” You craned your neck as his face lurked closer. He was standing now, almost kneeling, just inches from you. “Even if it means housing a fugitive.”

“So what?” You breathed slowly, “You’re going to force me to live with you now?”

“Ah ah ah,” he wagged a finger in your face, “not force. But rather,” your heartbeat picked up as he moved further in, trapping you between the rear of the chair and his body, “encourage you to stay.” His hand rested against the seat of the chair; his thumb was danced on the hem of your jeans, his nail grazed at your thigh. He was maddeningly good at this.

You didn’t want to say it, knowing it was only going to egg him on, but your words and festering curiosity got the better of you.

“How?”

“Well,” goosebumps trailed up your arm as a featherlight finger crawled from your wrist to your shoulder, landing at the base of your neck. “I have my ways.” Hot breath coasted over your ear.

He shot backward quickly leaving you flushed a bright shade of pink. This was the effect he wanted; the reaction to his actions he desired. You looked flustered. Your body was stiff from pent up anticipation only for nothing to come.

“Anyway, you’d not fare well out there at this point. The entire village has vilified you. They’d want nothing more than to hunt you for sport. You already know what Miranda wants, and if you still managed to escape that, the lycans would get t’ you. You don’t want to be out there when they let them loose.”

In a few brief steps, he had crossed the room to open a tarnished cabinet. “C’mon.” Grabbing something from within, he tucked it into his pocket and made for another door that had been hidden in the midnight shadows. The man had quite the affinity for cigars, you thought to yourself as you noticed what he had taken. It never seemed like he finished them. “I’m not going to wait forever.”

Before the door could slam, you were on your feet, following behind as he made his way back to the room you entered from. The factory was much larger than he put on, that much you could tell. A quick tour of the living area was given. He was, once again, surprisingly normal.

The top floor of the factory, sealed behind that large metal door, contained a few rooms that had no apparent flow from one to the other. Wooden floors were stained the color of Cyprus, a wood with slight red hues that swirled into yellows and browns. Small slits for windows lined one wall, allowing for the illusion of a deepened hall. Metal appliances were set about in no special order, and the kitchen sink climbed high with glass plates and bowls. You recognized one from the castle.

“Bed’s there.” His lips parted as he took the cigar between his fingers. “Food is stored there.” He motioned to a small room to the back. “Bathroom is there. All the necessities.”

A cabinet door opened on its own. He’s just a man, you reminded yourself. “Now,” he pulled a chair out at the kitchen table and waved his hand, indicating he wanted you to sit, “let’s look at that nasty bite you’ve gotten.”

Heisenberg had a startlingly gentle and steady hand. You’d expect different from a man with toughened callouses lining the base of his fingers and round the hook of his thumb. Hair darkened the back of his hand, only disturbed by a small patch of roughened skin from a burn he had gotten while working.

“No bandages.” He rummaged through another drawer. “Guess this’ll have to do.” The awful tear of fabric made you turn your head, spotting him as he ripped through one of his green t-shirts. “What? I promise, it’s clean.”

You winced, recoiling at the gritty feeling of a wetted towel against your shoulder. The cigar that hung slack from his teeth was left with bite marks, pushing some of the tobacco out and onto the floor. It didn’t bother him.

“Why have you been helping me?” Alcohol poured over your wound, eliciting a yelp that paired with a strong snort on his end. The leaden sting and was immediately soothed by the same salve he had given you at the castle. Two fingers smeared a generous amount over your skin, replaced by the green shirt scrap he had collected.

“Entertainment.” He knew it was a lie.

If he wasn’t an engineer, or builder, or whatever he did in his spare time, he’d make for a great medic. The man had you bandaged and sewn up just before the sun broke the horizon, leaving behind the dimming night.

“Eat.” He commanded, throwing a broken piece of bread from the loaf he bit a chunk from. “Here.” Leaning to the countertop, he snatched a portion of cured meat and offered it to you.

“Thanks.” The meat looked somewhat fresh, the smoky aroma of garlic lingered on your fingertips.

“Pork.” He said between bites, mouth still full as he spoke, “I think.”

You hoped.

Taking a tentative bite into the meat, your shoulders fell lax. It was, in fact, pork.

Karl watched you from where he stood against the countertop, he had shed yet another layer sometime in the evening, only wearing a green t-shirt and his pants. What was he getting himself into? If Miranda were to find out you’d lived, she’d surely have search parties out looking. Her selfish desires blinded her to any shred of humanity that could have possibly squeezed its way into her blackened heart. He didn’t want to see anyone else fall into her trap. It was that he didn’t want any other siblings to deal with, he assured himself. Nothing more.

That was the problem with you.

You came stumbling into the town like an American idiot, with a bimbo in tow. He had spotted the two of you from a distance. He expected you to conform immediately or meet a swift demise like the others always had, dawning new names and personalities dictated by the ever-ruling Mother Miranda. But you hadn’t. Now, here you were, bloodied, beaten, and put through mental obstacle courses, eating dinner with him as if it was a comfortable Friday night in. As if he wasn’t one of the monsters that he was trying to save you from.

“Karl?” You pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” Blinking a few times, he hooked his finger through the handle of a glass, bringing it to his lips then offering it to you.

“What is it?” He smiled when you took it from him, drinking without waiting for an answer. A haughty chuckle dueted with your constrained choke. The acidic liquid burnt your throat, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. It was alcohol.

“You’re too trusting.”

“It looked like water.”

“It’s tuică.” He took the glass from you and downed the rest. “Or as you Americans would call it, moonshine.”

“I’ll add AA meetings to your ‘to do’ list.”

After eating, he somehow managed to shed another layer, leaving him shirtless. The bread he had been eating was discarded on a cutting board that had seen better days. It would stale overnight. You weren’t sure that would bother him, though. The meat was rehung from a rope that danged from a shelf above. He had left the glass on the counter. Heisenberg moseyed over to the bed that he had pointed out earlier, kicking his boots from his feet in a rather ungraceful fashion, leaving a trail of shoes and socks behind.

The bed was… something. Two twin-sized mattresses were pushed together to form a queen. He was a creature of habit. On the left-side, the mattress slumped from the years of sleeping in the same position. The right was still full and bouncy. Wool blankets lay against the mattresses, acting as bedsheets. On top of that was a blanket of cotton and polyester. It looked to be unwashed and made for a king-sized bed or larger.

He flopped into the bed, scratched at his beard, and closed his eyes as if you hadn’t just spent the day together. He had his routine set in stone, apparently.

“Karl?”

He raised a brow but kept his eyes closed.

“Where do I sleep?”

His brow lowered and a thought tugged at his mind. If a leaderboard existed for pompous smirks, he’d never be dethroned from first. The blanket was thrown from his body, allowing for a spot next to him on the other mattress.

“I suppose I can share.” He was happy with himself, a smile painted on his face. “If it’s for you.”

Part 5 - Turning Gears

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Breathing Underwater / Chapter One — Zephyr

AO3 / Tumblr Alex had always known he wasn’t like other children. They didn't hear the song of the ocean in their ears, or feel the thrumming rhythm of the waves in their hearts like he did. Then he finds a silvery coat made of seal fur, glistening and calling him to slip it on — and everything he thought he knew about himself washes away like foam on the sea. Alex Rider is a selkie, and this is the story of how a seal becomes a spy. Prologue 〰 Chapter 1: Zephyr 〰 Chapter 2: Nimbus

zeph·yr — a light wind from the west.

Alex Rider was seven years old when he learned that none of the other children heard the ocean’s song in their ears. A half-formed rhythm that beat in time with his breath, the way the Thames rushed in tune with the hustle and bustle of London.

Mrs. Smith held her finger to her lips, quieting the loud chatter of the class, and beckoned Katie to continue her show and tell.

“And this one,” Katie held up a large, spiralling shell in her hands, “is called a conch shell. When you hold it up to your ear, it sounds like you’re at the beach! It has ocean sounds in it and it’s really really cool. Miss, can I pass it around, for everyone to hear?”

“Yes, you may, but we’ll have to be quiet so we can hear the ocean waves, right class?”

As the shell made its way around the circle of children, Alex leaned into Tom and whispered, “Why would you need a shell to hear the ocean? I can hear it just fine wherever I am!”

Tom shot him a curious look from under his curly, dark fringe. “Yeah, you can imagine how it sounds, but with the shell you can really hear it!”

Alex furrowed his brow, shaking his head, but decided to wait and see what exactly this ocean sound was. The others oohed and ahhed excitedly, holding the conch up to their ears, and soon enough it was his turn.

Tom bounced in place, eyes going wide as he handed the shell over to him with a grin. Cupping it gently to his ear, he listened and waited, but there was nothing other than the sound of air rushing through the twists and turns in the spirally shell. Squeezing his eyes shut and clapping his hand over his other ear, he strained his hearing, but it still sounded nothing like the ocean.

When he blinked his eyes open, it was to Tom’s concerned look, and his neighbour poking his arm.

“Come on Alex, it’s my turn!” James whined, as Alex continued to stare at the shell in his hands. He passed it over to him, leaning over to Tom.

“That didn’t sound anything like the ocean.”

“What are you talking about, mate? That totally sounded like waves on a beach!”

“Waves? But the ocean sounds like a song Tom, and there’s just air in that shell!”

Mrs. Smith cleared her throat, and Alex realized that his whisper was perhaps not much of a whisper after all. “Would you boys like to share what’s going on?”

“Sorry Miss,” Alex mumbled, as Tom continued to glare righteously at him.

“Tom? Is something the matter?” Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrow pointedly.

“Sorry Miss, it’s just that Alex said the shell doesn’t sound like the ocean at all!” At this, the rest of his classmates' voices rose into a rumble and Alex’s cheeks grew pinker by the second.

“It sounds like waves, I suppose, but not like the ocean,” he tried to explain.

“But waves are the ocean!” James exclaimed, while Crystal gasped at him. “If it sounds like waves, it sounds like the ocean,” she said.

Alex sunk deeper into his seat and vowed to never bring up this topic again. Never ever. Especially the bit about the ocean song, which Tom teased him about for weeks afterward.

〰〰

Alex spent his days doing schoolwork, playing football, and sneaking onto the tube with Tom to go to the shops downtown. He learned to avoid other topics, too, like how Ian left him alone at home, or in a hotel when they were on holiday. Or how sometimes, Ian would come home from work trips covered in bruises and scrapes. He made friends easily enough, and then Ian hired Jack to keep him company. It helped him forget that feeling of loneliness that hovered over him like a rain cloud, as if there was something he was missing, like the melody of a song he couldn’t quite remember.

Sometimes, when he was alone at night, he stared up at the stars from his little window and wondered what his parents were like. He barely remembered much of when he was little. Sometimes he thought of the light on the surface of the sea, reflecting into the water below where kelp waved in giant fronds. He remembered cold air on his face and the smell of salt. His parents must have loved the sea, to have taken him to the beach as a baby.

The months passed by, and he got a new bicycle, learned Jack was terrible at cooking, and finally watched the X-Men films Tom had been gushing about. Soon enough, his tenth birthday had come and gone, and summer was upon them.

When the high tides came, at his uncle’s lake cottage in the country, Alex’s blood thrummed hard in his ears. The dark night blanketed the small hamlet, an inky sky bleeding into the city lights that he could see far into the distance. A little lake, too big to be a pond, rippled in the balmy breeze as he lay propped up on his elbows in the grass nearby. If he closed his eyes he could hear the water’s shush-shush-shush in time with his heartbeat.

He was a city boy, but something about the vast, empty lake called to him. He supposed other ten year olds would feel a bit frightened, left alone in the wilderness for hours, where the nearest city was a half hour’s drive away. He never liked the country very much, not when he and Ian went into the woods or hiked up a mountain. But here, there was something that quelled the itchy feeling that had him feeling lost, like he was holding a puzzle piece that wouldn’t fit.

When he heard the car rumbling on the dusty path, he rolled onto his knees and peered over the cattails in the moor. Ian was back from his trip into the little town, and maybe now he would finally stop being so mysterious and tell him the real reason they were here.

“Alex! Come and help me with these,” Ian called, opening up the boot of the car.

Scrambling down the grassy knoll, Alex reached him to see old crates and crumbling piles of paper amongst the grocery bags.

“What’s all this? Where’d you get all this old stuff?”

Ian smiled crookedly. “Help me haul it inside and I’ll tell you!”

The crates were splintered and creaky, rocking with every step on the uneven cobblestone of the driveway. The papers were bundled into musty files, but between the two of them it was short work to gather everything into the foyer of the little cottage.

“So did you drive us up here to go to an estate sale or something without me? Bet I could have found something a lot cooler than some old paperwork.” Alex grinned as he put down the last box.

Ian chuckled, shaking his head. “I didn’t buy any of this. Lucky for me no one had come across it yet.”

He pried one of the crates open. Inside, there were soft cotton dresses, yellowed with age, in floral prints and geometric lines in vibrant colours.

“These things, they’re your mother’s.”

He blinked, looking up sharply.

“My mum’s? But...I thought there wasn’t...” Alex stumbled over his words, confused and hopeful all at once. “I thought there wasn’t anything left of hers,” he finished in a soft, timid voice, feeling something pull at his chest. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric, trying to remember his mum’s face. The smell of sea salt wafted up from where he shook out the folds. A large seashell, curved into a spiral, fell out as he lifted it away, clattering onto the wooden floor, and he reached after it. In his hands, the shell was smooth.

“I didn’t think so either,” Ian said. “But last time I came up here, remember I had to check on some things for our holiday?”

Alex nodded, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears like the thrum of the ocean.

“Helen—your mum—she had a safe in the little bank in town. Just by chance that the man there recognized the name Rider, good thing we weren’t playing disguises, eh?”

Alex had moved onto untying the twine from the bundles of files. The folders were dry, caked with dust, and brittle. The papers inside were less dusty but equally crisp with age. Inside they held an eclectic mix of newspaper clippings and postcards, photographs of people he didn’t recognize, and pressed flowers. Little mementos of a life lived, a life that Alex had had little chance to wonder about.

His parents had died in an accident. But in him now, seeing these objects that his—mum—had once lovingly saved, a spark flared into a hopeful warmth. He read and read his mother’s journal until his eyes slid shut, and he felt Ian lift him up and tuck him into bed. He dreamt of Venice and Prague, of coffee shops and delicate flowers blooming under gentle care. His dreams were full of strange people and stranger plots surrounding both his mum and his dad.

〰〰

The next morning when he woke, he could feel the ocean’s rhythm in his ears, louder than it had ever been before. He stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, to see Ian already awake and halfway through his toast.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Ian said around a mouthful of crunchy bread.

Plopping into a chair, Alex stole some from the pile for himself, spreading a very generous amount of jam onto his piece.

“Hmmm,” he hummed. The jam was really very good. Actually, now that he thought about it, he felt very good too, light and happy for the first time in, well, a long time. If he concentrated hard enough, he could even make out words in the usually jumbled melody in his ears.

Come...sea...little...

He chewed over this development as he finished breakfast, glancing at the crates and papers still piled up in the foyer from the night before. There was just one box he hadn’t gotten to before falling asleep — it was sealed shut so tightly that he hadn’t been able to pry it open by himself.

Ian noticed his gaze. “We can bring those with us for you to keep, when we drive back home.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” Alex nodded. “But I didn’t get a chance to look inside that one, can you help me get it open?”

Without noticing it, he found himself in front of the small box and running his fingers over the little notches in the wood, as if he’d been pulled towards it. A dull rhythm echoed in his ears like a siren song.

Armed with a sharp knife, his uncle pried open the lid. Whatever was inside was wrapped in packing paper and plastic, and an unassuming beige envelope rested on top. “For Alex R.,” it read in curly script, and the back of it was sealed shut with a sticker in the shape of a round, pink heart.

Ian leaned over his shoulder, humming with interest at this new mystery. “I’d reckon your mum left you this, Alex. Strange that I never came across any of this when you were younger.”

“You mean this is all a lucky accident? If we hadn’t come here...if you hadn’t gone to that bank, I wouldn’t have ever gotten any of this?” It wasn’t the first time Alex had had this thought since Ian first told him what he’d brought, and it seemed a little too much like coincidence.

“Perhaps, but then again, maybe she’d assumed you’d go looking for her things one day or another. Either way, it doesn’t matter — go on, open that envelope, I’m dying to see what’s inside just as much as you are!” Ian grinned, and Alex could feel the excitement rolling off of his uncle, who was always thrilled to play detective. Truth be told, he was excited too — it wasn’t everyday that he discovered an old family treasure.

The sticker peeled open easily, its stickiness long since disappeared. Inside, there was thick, creamy stationery paper, folded into thirds, and something shifted inside with a dull clinking sound. A golden chain slid out, flowing into his palm like liquid metal. Tiny shells dotted the chain and a small seashell hung from the middle.

“I remember that necklace,” Ian said thoughtfully. “I only met your mother a few times, but I can remember her wearing it — the seashell opens like a locket, I think, though I can’t recall what was inside it.”

Alex was more interested in the letter than a piece of glittering, girly jewelry, and he was happy to hand it off to Ian to inspect. Unfolding the elegant paper, he shouldn’t have been surprised to see his name on it, but he still couldn’t hold back a small gasp. The curly letters were undoubtedly his mother’s.

Dearest Alex,

In this box is something that has been yours since the day you were born. I’ve kept it safe and hidden, and hopefully you will find it one day when you need it. I wish that I was able to share this with you, face to face.

You must know by now, that you are different from other children; I am sure you never had to be taught to swim, and that the waves call to you in a way unlike anything else. You make friends easily, and others are charmed by you when you smile. You get those traits from me.

There is something else you get from me, too. Like me, you are a selkie, and your life is equally in the sea as it is on land. The sealskin in this box — this is yours. Wear the coat and you will swim as a seal, slip it off and you will walk once more.

Make sure to never lose your skin, always keep it safe and hidden, always keep it a secret. If you lose your skin, you must find it before someone else takes it and holds power over you.

My mother gave me this necklace, and now I’m giving it to you—a rare shell that will be a compass to your coat should you ever lose it. I hope that one day, you will find someone you trust with your life, someone you can share your secret with.

I love you with all my heart, my darling son.

Your Mum,

Helen R.

With slightly watery eyes, he looked up to see Ian nonchalantly trying to read the letter from where he sat next to him. Nothing in the letter made any sense to him—he’d heard of selkies of course, but the idea that his long lost mother was a seal was so weird that it passed right over his head. Distantly he noticed Ian taking the letter from him to read properly, but Alex was too much in the midst of an identity crisis to notice.

The soft, crinkling sounds of paper roused him from his circling thoughts. He turned to see Ian crumpling up the packing paper and tearing open the thin plastic that covered the contents of the box, tipping it over.

Soft, white fur with patches of grey unfurled onto the floor, somehow familiar, beckoning Alex. Something in his chest unfurled along with it, and for the first time that feeling of something missing, that yearning for something more, dissolved like foam on the sea. He ran his hands through the short, white fur, and knew that this was what he’d lost, and now found.

“This is yours,” Ian said.

That night, as Ian sat at the dock and Alex, clad in the silvery fur, dove into the cold lake water shimmering with moonlight, everything he thought he knew about himself washed away.

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OCs their symbolic flowers and the Hoepian floral equivalent

Dusting off old brain notes, cause of a time I’d include/place a “symbolic flower“ for every OC just cause.

Terra- Tiger Lily

“ these flowers are representative of pride. ”

“this particular lily is more often associated with the more aggressive feminine characteristics.“ [x]

While the first line actually works for Terra well (she does hold fondness for her own hard work) I’m pretty sure I chose Tiger Lily for her cause of the latter line way back- though one could very strongly argue Terra might not fit the bill of Aggressive Femininity (idk what that’d even be visually) I’m pretty sure I took the line literally at the time as “a woman who’s strong/aggressive“.

Outside of that I probably chose Tiger Lily cause the orange/black pattern of the flowers match with Terra’s red/black clothes.

“The Tiger Lily is said to mean "I dare you to love me"“ [x] Terra is not really one after romance, yet this feels very weirdly Terra-esque.

Hoepian Tiger Lily (Lilium flareonsis)

“Evolved from the Earth Tiger Lily (Lilium tigrinum), the physical differences between the two are surprisingly few. Found in open woodlands, fields and meadows, it absorbs the sun's rays and converts them into flame magic which is stored in it's bulbs. The flame magic makes the bulbs rather spicy, hence they are a very delicious (but common) delicacy. They are also used to start campfires and bonfires. Although harmless alone, they can be potentially dangerous when growing near the magically impressionable Soul Daisy.” [x]

One of the few species of Hoepian flora to not diverge much from its Earth ancestors (two of the others being Ginkgo macrophylla and Ginkgo triloba from Earth’s Ginkgo biloba). They have a huge morphological similarities with Lilium tigirium and Lilium superbum, but the petal patterns are very different; black spots towards the center alike to L. tigirium but also have stripes widthways nearer to the ends of the petals (a characteristic not at all like any Earth lily species). Also like most Hoepian flora, Hoepian Tiger Lilies do not have green foliage, and instead have red foliage.

Kayla- Daisy

"Daisies symbolize innocence and purity.” [x]

Being that Kayla is considered one of the more innocent and purer characters (at least to a degree) this is not a huge surprise this flower ended up being her flower.

Soul Daisy (Magiflora australis, M. borealis)

[My old excepts on this flower is a bit hefty so let’s make it shorter-] Soul Daisy flowers/seeds are harvested for purified magic- so is often grown agriculturally for mana-based industries. Being the magic in question is in its purest form, it changes/meshes to whatever element/magic that’s in its presence (ex- a breeze could become a strong wind gust due to the magic making Wind Magic) making it potentially hazardous if one is late to harvest fields of this plant.

While an agricultural crop it is not entirely domesticated; the outer edges of Soul Daisy fields develop needles to make a protective barrier in the masses from herbivores.

The flowers look very similar to Earth daisies; a pinwheel of long white petals with a faint blue/cyan stripe that makes a ring when all the petals are together on the flower. If altered by magic Soul Daisy flowers change colour to closely resemble the magic they are changed to. All but 4 of the petals are rounded, the said 4 are spit on the ends, making a mild resemblance to a cross.The stems are black on older growth, while younger growth is a vibrant pink. The leaves are violet in colour and look like rounded fern fronds.

Despite the name “Soul Daisy“ there is not much spirituality involved for this flower when it comes to Hoepian culture. It may be named so cause of the cross pattern, or cause of it producing the purest form of organic magic (like the “soul of magic”).

Unlike Earth Daisies, Soul Daisies also have the symbolism of impressionablility due to the pure magic that so easily changes to the elements around it.

Harriet - Sunflower

“Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty,“

“Various faiths have adopted sunflowers to express a symbol of worship and faithfulness, as in the flower’s faithful dedication to the sun.“ [x]

Harriet is very loyal and ride-or-die for her friends so the former goes without saying. Harriet can be very idolistic towards very beautiful women (like Riivar) so worship might be a lil on the nose. I actually chose Sunflowers for Harriet cause of her sunny attention-seeking disposition, akin to the bright attention grabbing sunflower.

Water Sunflower (Haquanthus volitariflora)

While descended from Earth Asteraceae, this plant has adapted to the ocean and looks like a blend of sunflower and kelp. Sparse in rich sunny aquatic groves, but are in larger thickets/forests (of its own species) in colder/sparser waters. They are grown in some coastal settlements as the oil rich seeds are a food source. They are also a favoured snack for amphibious animals.

While the roots are anchored to the rocks, the leaves and even the flowerheads are full of air to keep the rest of the plant afloat. The large flowers are very resembling of Earth’s Mammoth Sunflowers.

The flower/seedheads are large and full enough of air to hold a small person afloat, though it would be a very bad raft alternative.

Riivar- Forget Me Not

“Forget-me-nots represent long lasting connections that can exist between not only lovers, but also friends. This connection can’t be broken or shaken by anything or anyone.“ [x]

Back in her child/teenhood she was head-over-heels in love with Terra, who was Riivar’s first love too. It didn’t work out but she still holds a tenderness for Terra and will not forget that first love.

Memberance Tree (Neomyosotis flexilis)

“A tree descended from the annual Forget-Me-Not plant (Myosotis spp.). They are sexually dimorphic flora; the female plants/flowers stay short and small like their Myosotis ancestors, while the male plants grow into gigantic willow-like trees, which spread their pollen around through the wind. Also like their ancestors they are most commonly found closeby waterways and marshes. On Hoep they have similar symbolism to the Earth Forget-me-not.“ [x]

The stems/wood are a deep purple while the leaves are a dark pink. The flowers are identical to Earth Forget Me Nots.

Riivar has a large tattoo on her back that’s a broken heart surrounded by Memberence tree flowers. It’s multiple layers of symbolic; it represents her first love (Terra) but also represents her remembering her roots she left behind. The broken heart has an additional meaning; her stepping down from her royal heritage.

Demauria- Venus Fly Trap

Sadly could not find an applicable symbolism; I don’t even remember why I chose Venus Fly Trap for Demauria (a more ice/cold thematic flower would’ve perhaps been a better choice). Perhaps I wanted a ferocious plant for a ferocious personality. I may change this if I ever find a better flower to represent her.

Gator Jaws (Lagartofolia dentislux)

“A carnivorous wetlands species that is found in abundance in the country of Swamani, and in lesser frequency outside the country’s borders. They are quite common in unlit rural areas and rarer near urban areas especially if the cities are illuminated at night. It is a plant that has adapted to attract insects for nutrition at night by illuminating it’s “jaws” during dark hours. Light illuminates on the tips of the “teeth” of the modified leaves as well as inside in leaves itself. Like the Venus Fly Trap which it evolved from, it has hairs inside it’s jaws to help detect and trigger the mouth to close and digest its prey while inside. Also like it’s ancestor, it flowers infrequently and younger specimens tend to die after flowering. The foliage colour of Gator Jaws can range from red/purple to green/orange, and it is not uncommon to find an entire range of different coloured specimens in one area.

There isn’t much agricultural or herbal significance for this plant, however it is still commonly used in Swamani to edge along and illuminate major roads and routes so that the paths can be easily seen and used at night. The macrophylla form of the plant is most commonly used for such paths, and is rarely seen anywhere else compared to other Lagartofolia forms.

In some places Lagartofolia is also known as Growlroot, named so for the growling sound that emanates from the roots of the plant when stepped on. The growling is caused by air pockets among the roots which are released out of the ground when the roots are compressed. It is unknown if these air pockets among the roots are an adaption to give the roots oxygen in watery habitats or if they exist to makes the growling sound as an attempt to scare off potential grazers of the plant.”

They greatly resemble Venus Fly Traps, except that the “trap“ is longer and resemble a crocodillian’s mouth, and the “teeth/hairs“ have bioluminescent bulbous tips.

Anne- Protea

“Diversity – The Protea flower is certainly different and it stands out from the crowd. This unusual flower is attracting attention no matter how beautiful the other flowers next to it are. There is simply something beautiful and mysterious about its appearance and it is a perfect gift for someone equally unique.“

“Courage – Gifting someone the Protea flower is also a symbol of courage. This flower symbolizes overcoming obstacles and finding courage inside of you to make a difference in the world. This flower has a very strong message“

Admittedly not unlike Demauria’s flower, Anne’s was also on a mildly mysterious whim. Unlike Demauria’s though, Proteas do have some symbolism attached to them, which also could be applied to Anne. She does indeed stand out from the crowd (though she may not want to), and the courage works as she throughout the story has to get the courage to open up to others as well as to face the Fallen Slayer destiny/responsibility which she is very scared to face.

Molten Protea [new af so no botanical name]

I still haven’t made up much for information/ideas on this Hoepian equivalent. Just that simply it grows exlusively in hot volcanic habitats (lava flows, volcanos, and in rare cases hot geysers). Probably has a visual molten motif similar to lava/magma. Probably blooms or goes to seed after events like volcanic eruptions.

#wait- I actually got it all written down in one session??? well dang hooray #oc ramblings #wall of text #hoepian flora #ramblings

[hazelisnotcreative]

How To Create Your Own Green Superfood Powder There are a variety of ways to create your own superfood powder at home. The first aspect to consider is what exactly you are looking for in terms of nutrition and substance from the powder. Another aspect to consider is cost and investment. If making your own superfood powder is something you want to continue to do beyond just one or two times, you should consider buying ingredient in bulk to make it more cost effective. The Simple Green Powder Whether you recognize it or not, leafy green vegetables really are extraordinary superfoods. They contain so many vitamins and minerals, not to mention antioxidants, and can do wondrous things for your health. The easiest way to make your own green superfood powder is to dry fresh greens and turn them into a powder. Greens such as spinach, kale, dandelion, chard, beet greens and broccoli are all healthy options for your homemade superfood powder. Try adding herbs such as rosehips to increase the vitamin C level. Other additions to turn your green powder into superfood green powder is to include supplements such as spirulina, kelp or chlorella. The Process: Wash and pat dry your greens of choice Chop them fairly small and remove any woody stems they may have Once cut, lay your greens into a dehydrator. Be sure that they aren’t sitting on top of one another so that each dried out well Allow greens to dry at the lowest temperature setting (around 115 degrees) Greens should be fully dried in less than 24 hours. They will appear shriveled and crispy. Once fully dried, add the greens into a coffee or spice grinder. Pulse until greens are fine dust or powder.

About 8 cups of chopped washed greens yielded about 1/4 cup of dry, powdered greens, ready for capsules, soups, or smoothies. You can do this same method with any greens you have on hand.  This time of year, greens are in season and are likely to be available for much less than normal.  If you have some in a fall garden, even better!  All that to say, making powdered greens is an awesome way to keep getting the benefits of greens well into the winter and early spring, when they are harder to come by. Here’s how to do it: Wash and dry your greens, removing any hard ribs or veins in the leaves. Cut or tear greens into smaller pieces, around 1″ x 1″. Spread in a single layer on dehydrator trays. Dehydrate for several hours at the lowest temperature setting (under 115 degrees if possible) until crisp dry.  Remove dry greens as they are finished and let the rest keep drying until done.  (If you have a unit without a thermostat then leave the top off and rotate trays often to keep the temp lower) Pulverize in batches in a spice grinder until powdered. Store in an airtight container and use how desired

[chefgerardmolloy]

Irish ☘️ Country Wheaten Bread Super excited to share...This is the first bread recipe that I learned how to bake So quick & easy, delicious & moist, one that everyone will enjoy. Kelp baking, stay safe & healthy during lockdown..... Enjoy.....X Makes - 2x900g loaves Prep Time - 10-12 minutes Cook Time - 55-60 minutes Ingredients 500g wholemeal flour 125g plain flour, plus extra for dusting 1 tsp bicarbonate of soda 1 tsp fine salt 600ml buttermilk 1 tbsp light brown sugar 1 tbsp melted unsalted butter + extra butter for greasing & serving 1 tbsp golden syrup 1 tbsp porridge oats Method 1. Preheat the oven to 200°C/400°F/gas mark 6 & grease 2 x 900g loaf tins. 2. Sift the flours, bicarbonate of soda & salt into a large bowl. 3. Stir together, make a well in the centre, then add the buttermilk, brown sugar, melted butter & golden syrup. 4. Using a large spoon, mix together until combined, adding a little bit more buttermilk if necessary, until the mixture binds together without being sloppy. 5. Divide the mixture equally between the prepared loaf tins & sprinkle over the porridge oats. 6. Bake for 55-60 minutes until cooked through & each loaf has a slightly cracked crusty top, checking halfway through that the loaves are not browning too much. If they are, reduce the temperature. 7. To check that the loaves are cooked, remove each one out of its tin & tap the base. It should sound hollow. If it does not return the loaf to the oven for another 4-5 minutes. 8. Once baked, remove the loaves from tins & place onto a wire rack to cool. 9. To serve, cut into slices & spread a thin layer of butter onto each. Notes Trying adding a blend of wheat germ, bran, oats & mixed seeds to the loaf mix. The loaves can be wrapped up frozen very successfully. #beaverbrook #wheatenbread #irish #baking #instadaily #cookeryschool #cookingathome #cookeryclass #bread #instabake #eatwell #staysafe #stayhome #simple @beaverbrook @ncsg_uk @schoolofcookery @creators (at Beaverbrook) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ2fQGEnqDI/?igshid=12d175chhtb3c

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[acromantulla]

Neville Longbottom x Reader: Flower Child

AN: The request was for any kind of protective interaction between a character and the reader, so I thought why not include my boy Neville. I’m so sorry about my lack of posting but here’s something to read for now!

Warnings: Bullying tw

Requested by: @rtpdlx98

Hogwarts in the spring seemed more magical than ever. The grass sprung up from being covered with snow, and gave the atmosphere a greener, softer glow. The sun was rising earlier, and the weather – while occasionally blustery with wind and April rain – was behaving itself as well. Even the Whomping Willow seemed to be in spirits, with lush green leaves sprouting from the previously bare branches, as well as paper-thin pink petals that would shower over the ground. Y/N Y/L/N liked to study outside during the balmy days of spring. She would bring a faded sheet with her bag of books, and sprawl out on the grass, enjoying how the breeze carried dandelion buds, the sun tickled her skin with warmth, and the wildflowers gave off a delicate perfume. Spring was heavenly to Y/N.

Whenever he would go looking for Y/N, Neville could usually find her flattened in the brush during this time of year. He admired the way she was immersed in the flowers like she belonged with them, her cute, button nose hovering above a book, quill in one hand, dripping ink on her blanket. Neville was enamored with Y/N, completely wild for her. He would watch her from afar, noticing all of her quirks and how truly unique she was. Y/N dazzled and impressed most everyone she met, but there were still few that could be unnecessarily cruel to her because of her differences. She always looked at the world in a way that other didn’t, and that was intimidating to those who picked on her.

Sonja Margaretha, a self-righteous Hufflepuff, heavily enjoyed poking Y/N’s buttons. When Y/N would pull out her homework, Sonja would hex it to make spelling errors. If Y/N came strolling into the dining hall, Sonja would be sure to take all of the butter for the biscuits. Minor inconveniences that were just enough to put a dent in Y/N’s day. Neville despised it. He hated seeing someone toy with Y/N as if she was too frail to fight back. She was more than capable, but smart enough to choose her battles. She didn’t care too heavily about the small details.

Neville was certain she was jealous of Y/N’s virtues.

Y/N’s legs teetered back and forth in the air as she laid on her stomach and scratched down a study guide. Someone had taken her shoes that morning, so her bare feet dangled in the sunshine. Neville swallowed hard, and figured that this was as good of a moment as ever to talk to her. Summoning his courage, he started down the dirt path.

“H-Hey.” Neville said, calling out as he was a few feet behind her and not wanting to startle her. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Y/N peered around her shoulder, scanning Neville from the feet up. Upon apparent recognition, she smiled and nodded with enthusiasm. He stepped beside her and sat with crossed legs, feeling very uncomfortable but nonetheless determined.

“Whatcha up to?” He inquired, looking over her shoulder. Ink was splotched all over her hands, but a fresh set of drawings laid underneath her palms.

“I like to draw when I get burned out with studying for exams.” She replied, with a kind smile.

Neville was unsure if the warmth he felt in his chest came from the sunshine or her presence.

“Oh that’s cool!” He responded enthusiastically. “I like to draw too! But mostly it’s just sketches of plants and things, y’know, for reference.”

Y/N sat up and stretched, her painted toes spreading. She turned to face Neville, propping her face up with her elbow, and gave him a look.

“You’re quite the herbologist, aren’t you?” She said.

“Y-yes, I mean- herbology is really fascinating. I’m not claiming to be a prodigy or anything.” Neville found the heat to be suffocating all of a sudden.

“Oh come now.” Y/N replied with a playful push. “I know how hard you work. You’re very knowledgeable – you should bask in that.”

Neville gave a sideways grin, and murmured thanks. The breeze trickled through the grounds, brushing over their shoulders and through their hair. The sunshine was warm and the air smelled clean – like a new start. Neville felt as though he’d be sick with sweetness, sitting next to the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid eyes on. His shoulders were back. His chin raised to the sky. She made him feel confident, like no matter what he said, the answer was right.

As they conversed, he began to make her laugh and with every chuckle, he felt like pressing his lips on hers. He wanted to grasp her hand, and hold her tightly so that no one could hurt her. He took in every vision of her - the way the breeze made her hair move like kelp in the sea current, her gemstone eyes glittering with joy, he was totally captivated. However, Neville was rudely broken from his moment by a cloud of dust blowing through the air.

“Hey Y/L/N, stop flirting with the dunce and let me copy off of your homework.” Sonja had no qualms about being rude to others, especially Y/N.

Wiping the dirt from her eyes, Y/N turned around. Eyebrows set low on her face, she raised a finger and opened her mouth to call out Sonja’s shenanigans but before she could make a sound someone else was speaking.

“Don’t you realize how horribly rude you’re being to Y/N?” Neville snapped. Sonja’s face was priceless. She had never been confronted like this before.

Y/N whipped around to see Neville standing in front of her, his chest puffed out and face stern. Sonja said nothing.

“She doesn’t owe you anything. All day every day you push her around and she’s just too nice to take real action. She still thinks you’re a good person. Y/N doesn’t need to hand over her homework, she doesn’t need to take your bullshit any longer!”

Sonja’s jaw dropped, and a red hue flashed over her face. Neville stopped talking and crossed his arms over his chest, pleased with himself.

“I- I am sorry, Y/N. I have been unfair to you.” She said, before stalking off, face still contorted in confusion.

Y/N was equally as speechless. Neville plopped down next to her, and she gawked at him as if she had never met him in her life. Her heart fluttered, and she felt a warm glow rise to her cheeks.

“You really shouldn’t have to take that.” Neville said quietly. “You’re nothing but nice to everyone you meet. It’s… refreshing. Some people need that kind of kindness in their lives.”

After a long period of feeling her vision boring through his body, Neville turned around to find a wide-eyed and slightly teary Y/N. Neville immediately pinched his eyebrows with worry and began to apologize for setting her off when Y/N lunged forward and silenced him with a kiss. Initially confused, he felt fireworks explode inside of him, making every limb of his body numb. Y/N pulled back tentatively.

“No one has ever done that for me before.” She said softly, eyes still on his lips. “Thank you.”

“I think we’re even now.” Neville replied, breathlessly. “D-Do you want to go on a date sometime?”

Y/N chuckled, reclining onto the blanket and motioning for Neville to join her.

“I would love that.” She said.

The two laid in silence, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes, and didn’t move until the sun retired into the night.

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