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lomlhwa · 1 year

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song of the sea (k.ys)

pairing: siren!yeosang x human!reader

preview: washing up on a remote island with no memories is scary enough. but when a siren song fills your ears in the dead of night, your skin crawls. with fear? or with excitement?

tags/warnings: fem reader, kinda cnc, auralism, lots of kissing, big dick!yeosang, his dick has... scales, degradation, like one pet name (doll), enough blood loss to be weakened, unprotected penetration cause yanno, desert island (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, uhhh he does fully eat and kill you at the end soooo...

trigger warnings: idk if being hypnotized by a siren song is cnc so uhhh, there's a cnc warning just in case. oh and you die at the end

wc: 2.2k

song recs for this fic: honestly? none

a/n: for context, this siren shit works like mako mermaids or h2o just add water. bro has a tail when in water, but on land has all the human limbs. but even on land, he has his lil siren powers. okay? okay. (don't have sex on the beach, it's uncomfortable and gross)

here's a link to what siren songs supposedly sound like!

you’re woken up by the cawing of seagulls flying around you. you immediately begin hacking up salty, bitter sea water. your hair is basically fused to the sand you’d been laying in. you have no idea where you are or how long you’ve been here.

you get up off the ground, wiping the sand off your clothes to the best of your ability. you finally take in your surroundings. all you can see for miles ahead of you is deep, blue, open water. there’s a deep forest behind you; a mix of palm and pine trees.

you make a few futile attempts to call for help. obviously, no one hears you. you’re here on this desert island all alone. your stomach grumbles and you wonder once again, just how long you’d been here.

you wander over to a palm tree to find some coconuts. you find a shorter tree and shake it, letting two hefty coconuts fall into the sand. you honestly have no idea how to tell if a coconut is ripe enough to eat. you find a large rock to place the coconut on and find a slightly smaller one to smash it with.

after a couple hard hits, it bursts open. you rush to drink some of its nutty, sweet milk before it spills everywhere. you feel instantly relieved at the final liquid sustenance. you dig your fingers into its firm meat, raising it to your mouth. your stomach is almost instantly satiated by consuming it.

you collapse back onto the sand softly, racking your brain for some way of getting out of here. no planes come by, no boats sail past, no one is ever going to find your deserted self. you figure you should do your best to try and find or make some shelter.

you find a collection of large logs and set them up between a couple trees. you pack them in together, filled spaces with mud and leaves. the roof you managed to create is a mix of palm leaves and more mud. you can only hope that this will hold up for however long you’re here.

as the day fades away, you rest on the sand near the water. you watch as the sun sets into the water, turning the sky beautiful shades of yellow, orange and red. you watch as the sea goes from clear blue, to a deep dark blue, hiding whatever lies inside it.

once the stars begin appearing, you lay back in the soft sand. you connect the constellations above you, admiring how bright they are tonight. the soft crashing of the waves and the calming activity of counting stars makes you feel drowsy. before you know it, you’re falling asleep on the sand, completely forgetting about your nicely made shelter from just a few hours before.

you’re awoken by the feeling of pouring rain pelting your face. you quickly get up and rush to your make-shift house, relieved that it’s still standing. as soon as you settle, you feel like something’s missing. you look around, despite knowing you have none of your belongings.

but then, you look down. your shirt is missing. how on earth did you manage to lose your shirt? you peek out of your little window and find that it had been thrown just a few meters away from where you were sleeping. you dash out to grab your now soaked shirt and dash back into dry safety.

despite your shirt being sopping wet, you put it back on. you need to make use of your clothes while they’re still in good shape. you peek out of your window once again. you catch a glimpse of what seems to be something with a tail.

it only appears once and only for a few seconds. but you swear on your life, it looks human. a mermaid, maybe? if it wasn’t raining so hard you’d go out and see what it is, maybe even strip down and swim around to find it. but right now, you just need to avoid getting hypothermia.

the rain doesn’t let up until night has fallen again. you finally come out of hiding to see if the stars are lighting up the sky again. unfortunately, they’re hiding behind the clouds tonight. your stomach growls loudly, disturbing the quiet of the night. the clouds covering the stars makes it impossible to see if there are any more coconuts nearby.

you walk around blindly for a moment, your arms outstretched in front of you. when your hands finally meet a tree, you shake it. you just shake and hope that there’s a coconut or two in it. luckily for you, there’s 3 coconuts in this tree. unluckily for you, one falls on your head and knocks you out.

you come to what you assume is about midday. your head is pounding and you’re sure you probably have a goose egg on the top of your head. you get up and are blinded by the sun reflecting off the blue sea water.

you gather the coconuts that you shook off the tree last night and take them back to your hut. when you enter your hut, you find that there are 4 coconuts inside. you know you didn’t put them there. so who else is on this island with you and providing coconuts?

your mind wanders back to the creature you’d seen the previous day. had it really been human after all? it sounds so silly that a human would be living in the water though. mermaids can’t walk so there’s no way that’s what it was.

you shrug it off. as much as you should probably be concerned, you really don’t mind. more sustenance for you. you need to find a way to get off this island soon though. you could have a heart attack from too much coconut water.

you gather large rocks and sticks to create a make-shift ‘sos’ sign. you can only hope that it’ll be big enough for planes and helicopters that may fly past. with that out of the way, you crack open one of your many coconuts and feast on it.

when night falls again, you decide to sleep under the stars. you find the waves crashing to be extra calming when you’re closer to them. so, you get comfy in a pile of sand and admire the night sky.

the calming sound of the waves is interrupted by extra loud water crashing. you sit up, a little stunned. you rise just in time to, what you assume, is the same tail you’d seen previously. you see it flip and and out of the water under the moonlight.

you open your mouth to call out to whatever it is, but something interrupts you. the sound of an almost operatic song fills your ears. it’s alluring and mysterious to hear it coming from the dark water.

before you have a chance to think, you begin losing control of your own body. you feel stuck to the ground as the tail in the water draws closer. it finally peeks it’s human head out of the water to peek at you. once you see it, your mind finally registers what you’re facing.

a siren.

the reason you hadn’t considered it before is because you assumed all sirens were female. that’s what mythology says. that’s what everyone says. but everyone was wrong. you’re face to face with a male siren right now.

he’s singing his dangerous song to keep you where he wants you. he slithers out of the water and onto the sand. much to your surprise, he magically forms a pair of legs. he saunters towards you, his siren song not faltering once.

before you know it, he’s right in front of you. he’s gorgeous. his sharp eyes pierce into your soul, keeping you entranced. you can see that he has dangerously sharp teeth, knowing they’re supposed to be for ripping humans apart.

he runs his gray fingers down the side of your face, sharp nails grazing your cheek. despite his mouth finally being closed, the song continues to keep you pinned in place. he smiles a sinister smile at you.

“i’ve been watching you since you got here,” he says. you know he has. you’ve pieced everything from the last few days together and it all leads back to him. you nod, finding that he’s restricted your ability to speak.

“i’m gonna have fun with you, doll,” he snickers. “you washed up on the wrong island.” fear finally takes over your body. you know it’s futile to try and fight a siren song but you try anyway. you writhe and wiggle to try and free yourself from your invisible constraints.

“no point in fighting it, you’re under my spell,” his words become distorted as he slightly changes his song. you find your body moving on its own accord; well, his accord. your hands move to remove your clothes; pulling your shirt over your head and pants down your legs. you reach back and unclasp your bra, letting it slide off. he stops you just before you move to take off your underwear. he wants to do that part himself.

now that you’re topless and mostly bottomless, goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. the cool breeze from the night sea makes you shiver. the siren ghosts his cold fingers down your ribs and over your hip bones. your legs bend and you’re laid down on the sand once again.

he finally connects his salty lips to your soft ones, feverishly kissing you. his sharp fang-like teeth graze your bottom lip once, splitting it open. he wildly suckles on your now open gash on your lip. you know he has a primal urge for human blood and human meat. you know your life is in danger and you can do nothing to stop it.

he pulls away from you, his own lips bloody now. despite being a siren, his human form has a pair of black boxers on, probably for decency when encountering someone on land. he sheds those from his body. you manage to look down for a split second, catching a glimpse of what seems to be scales on his length.

he finally takes your panties off your cold, sandy body. he graces your clit with the rough pad of his finger, but only to get your hole weeping for him. it was a fleeting sense of pleasure. it had your back arching sporadically.

he lines up his leaking, pink cock with your entrance. you shudder, wondering what his raised scales are going to feel like inside you. he changes his song again, so slightly that you almost didn’t notice. you only notice because your body starts moving on its own; your hips lifting up, welcoming his length.

he shoves into you quickly, sheathing himself to hilt instantly. the scales scrape your walls deliciously. the edges of them lift and catch on your insides, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

he thrusts into you at a quick pace, his song making you more sensitive than you ever thought you could be. even just a few thrusts have you shaking and sputtering under him. he grips your waist with his bony fingers tightly.

his nails pierce your skin and you’re reminded that you are in inevitable danger because of the man currently inside you. blood spills out of you as your high creeps up on you. your mind goes hazy at the blood loss. you hit your high out of nowhere, your walls clamping down on him.

your walls closing in on him sent him over the edge; the tightness milking him of his seed. he momentarily stills, almost letting the song slip. his mouth hangs open, no sound escaping. he pulls out of you, admiring the way his seed spills out of you.

you almost hope that he’ll just slither away, back into the ocean. but, he doesn’t. he pulls his black boxers back on. he bares his sharp teeth at you. you want to crawl away and hide. anything to get away from him.

his demeanor changes instantly. from lust to hunger. he bites into your arm, just below the shoulder. he bites a chunk out of your skin, down to the bone. you watch as he eats your skin and muscle in front of you. your body hasn’t registered the pain yet.

when your body finally registers the pain, it’s once he’s ripped your arm completely off your body. you cry out, screaming into the night. he repeats the same actions with your other arm. your throat is becoming raw from screaming in pain.

he sits next to you, eating your arms like chicken wings. he’s consuming you and simultaneously getting off on your fear. once your arms are nothing but cartilage and bone, he discards them. he chooses to go for your jugular next; more blood, less meat. your death in his hands.

he tongues at your throat before baring his teeth again. he sinks his teeth into your neck slowly, savoring your pain. your cry out a final time before he completely pierces your throat. he rips out your trachea, waving his head around like a dog with a bone.

the red hot searing pain takes over your entire body, making you dizzy. it burns through you, your nerves on fire. you feel as the blood pours out of you, staining the sand and your hair. tears fall from your eyes, but without your throat, you can’t really cry.

you watch as he devours what was once your airway. you’re disgusted by the sight but you can’t do anything about it.

finally, you lose consciousness. permanently.

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scribbling-dragon · 6 months

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you've got two lives down and one life left

summary:

“They're also headed over here,” Cleo says. He can hear the frown in her voice. “You're still yellow, meaning you're still target number one. They're all going to be vying for your time.” “Yeah, yeah,” he waves her concern off. “I know.” He pulls himself off the bed, trying not to wince too much at the aching in his chest. “Are they on their way yet?” “Joel’s just pulled himself out the water,” Martyn tells him.

(ao3 link)

(6,604 words)

[hey hey hey! the fishfucker series makes a grand return! this is the first of two final installments in this series,, there are some references to earlier fics in the series, so if you haven't read those there may be a little confusion, but other than that, just think: scott is a mer than works on (slightly modified) h2o: just add water mechanics. hope you enjoy! and remember- reblogs are ALWAYS super appreciated <;33]

He shakes his head in an attempt to rid himself of the disorientation that comes with a sudden death. Several faces peer at him from above, all of which shift backwards when he starts to sit up. Scar looks a little guilty, but overall pleased with himself. Scott would, personally, be a little annoyed if he didn’t look pleased with himself after gaining another thirty minutes to his timer.

“Was I right?” He asks, more occupied with finding out whether his hunch was correct or not. He can continue to regain his bearings over the next few moments.

“Yeah,” Martyn’s stood towards the edge of the hill, peering out towards their island with a spyglass. He lowers it from his eye and glances back. “They're looking around right now, all confused.”

“What did I tell you,” he grins. So sue him, he’s pleased with himself for reading the bad boys like a book; not that it’s a hard thing to do in general, they're each an open book with their motivations easy to pick apart and determine, with enough time and effort.

“They're also headed over here,” Cleo says. He can hear the frown in her voice. “You're still yellow, meaning you're still target number one. They're all going to be vying for your time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves her concern off. “I know.” He pulls himself off the bed, trying not to wince too much at the aching in his chest. Scar certainly doesn’t pull his punches, but the slight desperation in gaining time only put more force behind his blows. His chest feels as though it might cave in with too hurried a movement. “Are they on their way yet?”

“Joel’s just pulled himself out the water,” Martyn tells him, “looking rather like a disgruntled dog- oh, yeah, look. He’s shaking himself off like one, too. Grian just hit him for that. I think. Oh man!” Martyn breaks off into a laugh, “Timmy looks even worse- look, Cleo, he’s like a drowned bird.”

Cleo hums. “It reduces the intimidation factor quite significantly.”

“From what?” Scott manages to get himself completely upright, joining Cleo and Martyn in their watching of the bad boys (still a stupid nickname). “Zero into the negatives?”

“Aw, c’mon,” Martyn bumps his hip against Scott’s. “You don't need to be so mean to them, they're trying their best, you know. Look at them.”

“Joel just tripped over nothing,” Cleo announces. “And the other two are laughing at him.”

Scott looks back to the trio in time to watch Joel throw his hands up in frustration and walk away, forging a path ahead of the other two. Grian and Jimmy continue to laugh, though they're too far away for Scott to hear anything.

He’s smiling, amused at the small performance, when Joel glances up. He’s in a patch of the forest that has fewer trees, meaning they make eye contact near immediately. This is apparently enough to make him forgive his fellow teammates for their earlier transgressions, as he immediately turns back to yell at them.

“You know,” he takes a step back from the edge of the hill, “I do believe that’s my cue to do a disappearing act.”

“Have fun.” Cleo tells him, still watching the bad boys with something resembling amusement.

“Stay safe,” Martyn tells him, halfway turning away from the view. “And good luck.”

“Thank you, dear,” he blows a kiss towards Martyn, only beginning to back up more rapidly as he hears the sound of shouting approaching quicker and quicker. He scrambles around the side of the Clock Tower, a plan already quickly forming in his mind.

He digs his fingers into the cobble, lengthened nails aiding in his ascent. He makes it to the first of several ledges, pulling himself over the edge and tucking his legs a little closer. The sound of shouting has lessened, but people are still speaking below.

He inches around the edge, one hand pressed against the side of the tower for stability, ears pricked to listen to the conversation happening just below him.

“Oh, I think he went that way,” Cleo points over the hills, past where the bad boys’ base is. They're lying through their teeth right now, but the trio don't seem to pick up on those cues. As a group, they glance over at where they're pointing. Scott leans back against the wall behind him slightly, pressing a hand over his mouth to muffle a laugh. “He started running as soon as you guys did, so you're gonna have to be quick to catch up with him.”

“And how do we know you're not lying?” Joel crosses his arms, sunglasses slipping a little lower on his face with the sudden movement. He doesn’t push them back up, because that would mean uncrossing his arms and then crossing them again once he’s adjusted his sunglasses. “He’s your ally, you could be defending him. He could be here right now, and you might be lying.”

“And if you found that out, you’d kill us.” Martyn shrugs.

Scott slowly chips away at the block behind him, aware of how exposed his current position is but far too curious to hide himself somewhere safer.

“And he went that way?” Grian asks, tipping his head in the direction Cleo pointed in.

“Yes.” Cleo says. “He might have veered off elsewhere afterwards, but he headed that way.”

“He might’ve gone back to our island,” Martyn muses. “Regather supplies, y’know?”

“As if,” Joel scoffs, hefting his axe over one shoulder and begins walking away. Jimmy stays for a moment longer, eyes squinting at the small group of gathered people. His wings are puffed up behind him, making him look like an angry cat.

Jimmy follows after a moment too, and Scott watches, alongside his allies, as they descend the hill again, set on the path of a wild goose chase.

He slips down the tower after a few minutes of silence, bracing himself before dropping the last few feet. It sends a slight shock through his legs, jarring his ankles with a sharp sting.

“How would you feel about checking on our base? Joel seemed pretty confident that you I wasn’t going back there.”

“Probably because everything’s destroyed,” Martyn sighs. “We both saw him coming out of our little hidey-hole.”

Scott grimaces at the thought of what destruction Joel might have wrought on their base. Any number of traps could have been set up there in preparation for his own inevitable death. He’s only lucky that he decided to tether his spawn to the bed in the Clock Tower rather than gambling with his luck and losing a larger chunk of time.

“Well,” he starts, “I'm sure it’s nothing a little carpet won’t be able to cover up.”

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“Woah!” He veers out the way, watching as the firework explodes into a shower of sparks and fire. The heat of it licks dangerously close to his skin, sending heat washing over him in waves. He stumbles to a stop, dirt crumbling beneath his feet as he halts.

The ground below looms, warning of the fate that awaits him if he overbalances.

Another firework shoots past his head, whistling as it misses.

“You missed!” He calls back, unable to refuse a taunt even if it’ll only anger his pursuers more. A wordless shout follows behind him, frustration bleeding into it. “You’ll have to do a little better than that to hit me!”

He glances up with a grin, only slightly out of breath. He’d barely reached the top platform after hauling himself up the ladder before they were on him, relentless in their pursuit, chasing him down like a pack of rabid animals.

Etho looks up from where he’s reloading his crossbow, face unreadable. “I'm sorry Scott, it’s gotta be you!”

“Why’s it gotta be me?” He calls back, backing up a few more steps. He hides a hand behind his back, summoning an ender pearl to hand. It settles comfortably in his palm, the cold weight of it familiar as he readies himself to fling it as far as possible.

“’Cause you’ve got the most!” Etho’s footsteps are heavy behind him, the sound of another firework exploding beside his ear deafening. He turns to glance over his shoulder, finding Etho far closer than he first thought.

He flings the ender pearl in a panic, watching as it hurtles out of sight.

Etho reaches out for him, going to grab onto him – any part of him – and teleport with him. Scott ducks out of the way, elbowing Etho in the gut as he drops himself off the side of the rickety bridge. Etho makes a punched-out noise as all the air is forced from his lungs, his hands loosening their already loose grip on him.

He plunges off the side easily after that, a fuzzy feeling already beginning to surround his limbs. Etho frowns down at him from above, lining up his crossbow for a final shot.

Said shot never hits, as the ground surges up around Scott, a purple tint overtaking his entire field of vision for a few moments. He stumbles, knees threatening to buckle from the impact. He continues running in spite of it.

His mind runs through several scenarios, each of them being discarded one after the other, as he scrambles for some kind of escape plan.

He could escape into the water, but that move is now a predictable one, and there are very few rivers deep enough that he could leave the ocean if necessary. And the ocean itself may be deep, but it’s a small area that he can do little with if he’s pursued there.

To retreat deeper into the forest would only place him closer to the bad boys and their bases, placing him directly in the line of sight of another group that wants him dead.

There’s potential in escaping to the Clockers. But their base is close to TIES’, and he’d feel endlessly guilty if he brought conflict to Cleo’s doorstep in an effort to escape the inevitable.

As he’s grasping for another idea, he almost runs directly into a low-hanging tree branch. He skids to a stop before he can collide with it, chest heaving with exertion as he glances around. Then back at the tree and its low-hanging branch. He could…

Decision made, he hauls himself up. The bark scrapes against his hands as he clambers up the tree, but he climbs it as quickly as possible while also doing his best to not shake the entire tree and give his position away.

It’s during moments like this that he almost wishes Martyn had come with him rather than scurrying off to wherever it is that he’s gone. He’d much rather have an ally beside him, one that can protect him and, in the truly dire moments, take the time rather than have an enemy gain the upper hand.

Scott whips his head around when he sees something glinting in a nearby tree, shoving his shield up just quickly enough to hear the thunk of an arrow embedding itself into it.

“Goddamnit,” is the whispered curse he hears, before Impulse is poking his head out. “How’d you see me?”

He swallows back the anxiety before he even dares speaking, only lowering his shield enough that he can peek over the edge of it. Impulse is still holding his bow, an arrow loosely notched. Scott knows full well how quickly that arrow could go from being loosely notched to embedded in his shoulder, and so he keeps the shield up.

“The sun reflected off your arrow,” he tells Impulse.

“Damn,” Impulse frowns. “I don't think there’s a way I can fix that.”

“You could just walk away?” Scott offers, “You're pretty close to eight hours, aren’t you? We’re at a similar time here Impulse. You kill me, you’ll just be switching our places – you’ll become the one with a target painted on your back.” A branch snaps on the forest floor below, quiet enough that it could easily be a curious animal poking around in the shrubbery below. “Or, I guess you could just let Etho carry out his sneak attack.”

He knows he’s hit gold the moment Impulse’s eyes widen, and the rustling of undergrowth turns into the snapping of twigs and small branches as Etho forces his way through the dense bushes to stand below the tree Scott perched himself in.

He…didn’t really think this through, actually. He’s cornered himself in this tree he sought as his sanctuary, leaving him trapped in a cage of his own making.

“Good afternoon,” he greets, nodding down at Etho. He doesn’t know what time it actually is. It could easily be early morning or late afternoon, and he wouldn’t have a single clue. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Uh-huh,” Etho ignores him, slotting a firework neatly into his crossbow and lighting the fuse. “Funny seeing you here, too, Scott.”

Scott shuffles back a little further on his branch, glancing down at the drop to the floor. Not terrible, but also not ideal. His shield catches against the fork of the tree branches that he wedged himself into. He sighs and yanks it back further, firmly wedging it into the wood before he drops.

The explosion of a firework rings in his ears, his ankles protesting the repeated abuse they’ve undergone today, sending small flares of pain up his legs with every step he takes.

Colourful sparks settle on the ground around him, residue from the previous shot.

Etho steps around the tree trunk, unperturbed, simply loading another firework into the crossbow. He hopes Etho runs out soon. He really hopes Etho runs out soon, actually.

“Nowhere to run now, Scott,” Etho says, eyes crinkling at the corners with his smile when he looks back up. He squints when he lines the crossbow up, following Scott easily, even as he takes staggering steps, trying to get Etho to shoot it early and give him enough time to duck out the way. “You’ve abandoned your shield, too. You're gonna be wishing for it back in a minute.”

“Yeah,” he laughs nervously, already wishing for his shield back. He started wishing for his shield back the moment he abandoned it in that tree.

He ducks as Etho releases the firework, rolling and hoping that it misses him. Even if it singes half his scales off, he doesn’t care anymore.

Somehow, perhaps with some divine intervention from above, the firework only catches the edge of his already torn jacket, setting a small fire that he puts out when rolling amongst the leaves.

He hops back to his feet, turning on his heel to continue run. The exhaustion dragging at his bones makes him a little slower than usual, a little more clumsy on his feet from the stress of constantly escaping and running and fleeing whoever’s decided that he’s easy pickings.

He chokes.

The feeling of something lodged in his throat brings him to a halt. A halt which almost ends with him keeled over on the forest floor as his legs abruptly weaken beneath him. he manages to avoid falling flat on his face by throwing a hand out to catch himself, the other flying to his neck.

The metal bolt from a crossbow is what greets him, when he ghosts his fingers over the skin of his neck. He can feel his gills fluttering, attempting to make up for the sudden lack of oxygen. But they're not designed for extracting oxygen from the air, not designed with that in mind at all.

His fingers come away wet with his own blood, glistening in the sparse few rays of sunlight that slice through the thick canopy of leaves above him.

A few beads of blood drop to the leaves below him, a slow pitter-patter, almost like rain, filling his ears.

“Aw, man,” he hears, despite his rapidly fading vision and hearing. “I wanted to get him. Now you're gonna be back to yellow.”

“I didn’t think it’d actually hit him! It was just meant to soften him up for you, make him a little easier to hit.”

“And what were you aiming for? His head?”

“I was aiming for his leg,” Impulse hisses. Leaves crackle underfoot nearby, but Scott doesn’t find it in himself to care. He’s already on his way out, there’s nothing more they can do to him.

“Wow,” Etho whistles. Blurry outlines appear in his peripheral vision, fading more by the second. “Your aim is terrible.”

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Scott sighs. Again. For what feels like the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

His throat still feels weird, the new scar tissue raised and irritated. It’s only barely healed, just enough to make sure that he doesn’t start bleeding immediately upon re-entering the land of the living. Cleo grimaces at him from her seat as he runs his fingers carefully over his throat again.

“You better stop prodding at that,” she tells him. “You're going to give yourself an infection.”

“I'm not going to be sticking around long enough for an infection,” he tells her. “None of us are.”

Cleo snorts. “Might be true, but you don't need to say it.”

“Someone needs to.” He heaves himself out of his chair with a sigh. “Anyways, I'm off. Got some business to attend to.”

Cleo watches him go, one eyebrow raised. “You might not be everyone’s favourite punching bag anymore, but you're still one of the people with the highest time. You sure you wanna go alone?”

“I'm off to my death anyway,” he shrugs. An agreement is an agreement, and just because he’s died before he intended doesn’t mean he’s going to break his word. “No point in prolonging the inevitable. And they might think I'm attacking them if you come with me.”

Cleo makes a sound in the back of her throat. “Just remember that Martyn won’t be pleased if you're back in less than one piece.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he pushes the door open with his foot, waving her off. “I’ll be back in a minute, just you wait.”

He doesn’t intend for this to take long, anyway. He’s got an agreement, and he’ll stick around long enough to uphold his end of the deal. Jimmy should be waiting for him in the agreed upon spot, and then he can decide how he wants to kill Scott. It’s out of his hands at that point.

The climb up the ladder is long and boring, the waterlogged mansion looming below, a dark splotch amongst the otherwise green forest. He pokes his head out into the main house, glancing around. He’s wary of Joel and Grian being the first to see him, and only emerges once he’s certain neither of them are waiting to pounce on him.

Unfortunately, he can’t see Jimmy either, poking around in all three of the little houses and just about ready to give up on this whole thing. He might dislike breaking his word, but there’s nothing he can do if the other person isn’t here either.

“Scott!” He jumps at the sound of his name, spinning around. Jimmy grins back at him from the top of the bread loaf house. His wings flutter behind him. Once upon a time, Scott might have been able to read the exact mood Jimmy is in from the fluttering of his wings, but now he can only guess that it’s something like excitement or anticipation.

“Jimmy,” he returns the greeting. “I almost thought you weren’t here.”

“Course I'm here,” Jimmy scoffs, crossing his arms. Scott can’t see his eyes for the dark sunglasses covering them, but Jimmy is still smiling down at him. He’s managed to crack his sunglasses since Scott last saw him, running through an entire lens. “We’ve got a deal to complete.”

“That we have,” he spreads his arms out wide. “How is it you're choosing to kill me?”

Jimmy pauses. “You're gonna let me choose?”

“Makes it more fun for you that way, doesn’t it?” He cocks his head to the side, watching as Jimmy considers his options. “A little fun never hurt anyone.”

“Alright,” Jimmy shoots him a look he can’t read. Wearing sunglasses makes it infinitely harder to determine what it is that Jimmy’s thinking. He might have been grateful that Jimmy is the only one amongst his trio that knows how to wear sunglasses properly, but at least he can get a good read on Joel and Grian still. “Let’s head up, then.”

Scott glances upwards, towards the ladder leading onwards and upwards. The same ladder that has claimed several lives in recent days…hours? He’s still not sure how time passes here, several days disappearing in front of them, yet only a few hours ticking down on their timers.

“More ladders?” is what he settles on instead, “Really?”

“Good for building upper body strength,” Jimmy claims. “C’mon, you said I could choose. Up we go.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighs, for the umpteenth time, and begins climbing the ladder. “You could just shove me off here and have it done with. Doesn’t seem like there’s much point in climbing only to drop back down.”

“You're sure doing a lot of complaining for someone that told me to pick how I get to kill you.”

“I'm a complainer,” he glances down at Jimmy. “You know this. I do things, I complain, and that’s how all of this works.”

“I’d like it if you complained less,” Jimmy tells him. “As the person deciding your death.”

“Uh-huh,” he turns to continue climbing, only to balk at the arrow that goes flying past his nose. He looks up further, finding Joel and Grian, each holding a crossbow and peering down the small gap at him. Joel looks as though his birthday has come early, positively giddy at the thought that he might be able to kill Scott. Grian just looks annoyed.

“Excuse me,” he frowns. “This is Jimmy’s kill.” Something else falls past him as he speaks, and he presses himself closer to the ladder, before turning to glare back up at Joel. His fins, a new addition since his most recent death, press flat against the side of his head in annoyance.

“They just tried to dri- drop dripstone on you,” Jimmy tells him.

“Did you just try and steal Jimmy’s kill?” He pauses in his ascent again, looking up at Joel properly. The man is giggling, far too excited at the prospect as he stares down at Scott.

“Yeah.”

“Joel,” he frowns, continuing to climb and pulling himself out at the top. He pokes Joel in the chest, right in the middle of his chestplate. “You're gonna steal time from someone on thirty minutes?”

“Thirty-five,” Jimmy corrects.

“You're gonna steal time from someone on thirty-five minutes?” he repeats.

“He was on seven minutes earlier,” Joel tells him. He’s still grinning, but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes in the same way it had just a few seconds ago, when the idea of killing him had still been on the table. Joel pushes his sunglasses up a little higher when he sees Scott watching him.

“That’s why I'm here,” he plants his hands on his hips. “I told Jimmy he could kill me however he wanted, and he wants to shove me off of here.”

“Oh, really?” Joel’s eyebrows rise over the edge of his sunglasses, and he looks between Jimmy and Scott. “Please, do continue. Can I watch?”

Scott sighs. “Sure, yeah. Let’s make it a public spectacle, shall we?”

“Nah,” Joel pushes him between the shoulder blades, urging him onwards and into the wheat fields they’ve got growing up here. “Let’s get going, I wanna see this now.”

The wheat brushes around his ankles and up his legs, tickling the exposed skin as they make the trek across the wheat fields. Scott does his best not to trample the crops, even with the heavy press of a crossbow against his spine and his impending death looming ever closer.

Grian mutters something to Joel that makes both of them laugh.

He doesn’t blame them for getting giddy over the idea of someone offering themselves up for death – to reach this point in the game and not begin to become excited at the idea of spilling blood is more unusual – but he’d much prefer it if they giggled about it somewhere he can’t hear them.

The fields of wheat slowly turn to churned-up dirt underfoot as they approach the far edges of the platform. He can feel the give of the dirt beneath his feet, worrying for a moment that it might give out beneath him before Jimmy can shove him off the end.

Smaller branches spiral off of the end, spiderwebbing across the entire server, overlaying Skynet. He winces at the memory of how much destruction these pathways have wrought, still feeling a flicker of fire under his skin at the memory of explosions too close and sudden to survive.

Jimmy leads him out onto one of these branches, Joel and Grian hanging back.

The dirt sinks beneath his feet now, truly unstable and threatening to leave them to plummet at any second. Jimmy sticks closer to the main chunk, readying his crossbow with twitching hands. Scott would almost say he looks guilty, fussing over a crossbow that has been loaded and ready to shoot for the past few minutes.

He feels his heel dip into open air as he backs himself up to the very edge of the platform, resisting the natural urge to glance backwards and see how far away the ground is. Doing so will only cause the dread to build further, and he’s not sure he can withstand that right now, with Jimmy continuing to fuss over the most minute of details.

Scott watches as Jimmy nudges his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose with his elbow, lining the crossbow up a moment later.

“Appreciate this,” he says, and shoots.

The impact of the hit is enough to send Scott tipping over the edge, shoulder smarting from the impact, fingers twitching. The other bad boys give a whooping cry, probably congratulating Jimmy on gaining himself a little more time.

He twists himself around midair, only to regret it a moment later as the ground surges up to greet him.

He doesn’t feel the impact, thankfully, nerves numbing and senses dulling as he shoots back up. He presses a hand to his chest, attempting to get his ragged breath under control. The feeling of air in his lungs, even after only a few moments of breathlessness, is uncomfortable.

The void stretches wide around him, water lapping at his ankles and yet refusing to reclaim him. It does not return him to the land of the living yet, seemingly content to allow him to stew in the silence for longer.

First to fall.

He jerks at the sudden voice, lurching to his feet. The water laps at his ankles, the splashing loud in the silence left in wake of the echoing words. He has heard of Them speaking to others before, choosing to bestow warnings or wisdom upon those They deem as worthy.

He has never been greeted with anything but disapproving silence on the few occasions where he has been permitted entry to this void.

You believe your sacrifice can reverse the Curse?

He stiffens, turning to try and find the source of this voice. To find a source of the gaze weighing heavily upon his back. And yet his watchers remain unseen, cloaked in the darkness that surrounds him.

He is trapped. You cannot prevent the inevitable.

“There’s no harm in trying,” he tells the open air. The empty space around him. He flexes his hands at his sides, wishing for some kind of weapon to fill the empty space there. “Every curse has a cure. That’s how things work.”

Not this one. Your efforts are foolish and misguided, your sacrifice will be in vain.

“Maybe I don't care, then.” He crosses his arms, “Have you ever considered that your shitty games are pointless? That they don't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. We’re gone for a day, maybe two. No-one misses us; we slot back in as easily as if we’d never been here at all. What’s the point when you can’t even make a lasting impression?”

That is what you think, the voices almost sound offended. A mere insect believes that when a tree shakes, it is the one causing it to do so, rather than the wind or a larger creature of greater importance.

“And I'm the bug in that analogy?” He cocks an eyebrow. “How creative of you.”

You overestimate your importance. You think you have more of an impact than you truly do. In reality…you are nothing more than an after-thought.

“Then why include me at all?” He laughs, “I fuck up your plans every time. Tell me, did you decide on me being the first Boogeyman as a joke? Or were you just so upset over last time that you couldn’t resist.”

Their silence permeates the air.

“Or, tell me this, actually: did it frustrate you that it was done so easily? That the usual build-up and betrayal was missing from the equation – is that why you were so desperate to create another? To make up for the way I've been ruining your games?”

You know not of what you speak. The voices are definitely offended this time. The tiny pest continues to believe itself more important than it is. Fine, a huff reverberates around him, return to your life. See how far your sacrifice carries the Canary.

He opens his mouth to respond, but the water surges up around him before he can say anything, muffling any words he tries to yell at these divine beings with Their overinflated egos.

He huffs out a breath as he resurfaces, pressing a hand to his chest again. This is beginning to become uncomfortably familiar. Feeling the way his heart gradually slows beneath his palm. The way his chest slowly stops rising and falling so quickly, breaths evening out into something less dizzying.

“Scott!”

He looks up at the familiar voice, smiling at the rapidly approaching Martyn.

“I'm back,” he pats the bed below him a little, swinging his legs over the side. “Hi.”

“Yeah, hi.” Martyn reaches him, trousers soaked below the knee and looking more than a little worried. “What happened?”

“I had a deal with Jimmy, remember?” He tilts his head to the side, watching how Martyn follows his every movement. His hands flutter anxiously around Scott, as though wanting to touch him but unsure whether he can.

Scott grasps his wrist gently, pulling it forward until it rests on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I remember now.” Martyn frowns. “How much longer have you got left now, then?” Martyn could easily glance down at his wrist, see the timer ticking merrily down himself, but he chooses not to, for some reason.

“Long enough,” Scott tells him. He’s still easily got the highest timers out of most of their allies and enemies, but there’s no reason to reveal such a thing to the pair loitering just behind Martyn.

He raises his eyebrows at Pearl and BigB, looking back at Martyn for a response. Martyn gives a small shrug, squeezing his shoulder once before releasing him completely. Scott stands, peering around at the almost invisible shards of glass scattered amongst the water.

He grimaces at the thought of jumping down and impaling himself on those by accident, sympathetic aches flaring up along his legs.

“Didn’t think you’d be appearing around here anytime soon, Scott,” Pearl greets. “Nice of you to drop in.”

“Ha-ha, aren’t you funny,” so maybe he’s still a little sore over Pearl attempting to attack them in the middle of the night. She seems to have moved past it rather easily seeing as she’s been setting up a trap alongside Martyn for however long – presumably for as long as Martyn disappeared for.

“C’mon,” Martyn grabs him by the elbow, surprisingly gentle over the new scales and fins. He feels the way Martyn swipes a thumb over the patchy scales, a question written into the furrow of his brow. “There’s a few of us gathered down here, and they’ll only get more and more suspicious the longer we hang around for.”

“We’ve got something else to be doing, anyway,” Pearl says. She hops out of the water easily, walking along the cobblestone path cutting through the water and leading towards the Clock Tower. “Just gonna have to wait and see with this one.”

“I'm sure someone’ll jump down sooner or later,” he replies. Martyn doesn’t release his grip on Scott’s arm, continuing to hold onto him even as it makes walking down the narrow path a little more awkward.

“We’ll just have to wait and see who falls for it first.”

He groans. “Martyn, dear, that might be one of your worst ones yet.”

“Really? I actually thought that was quite good- hey! Pearl! What did you think of that one? Pearl? Why aren’t you responding?”

=== === ===

Scott jumps at the flurry of motion beside him, leaping back and away from the bed. He watches as Martyn flails out of it in a tangle of sheets and limbs, landing with a dull thump on the floor.

Scott watches, amused, as Martyn rests his head on the floor and lets out a groan.

“Having fun?” He asks.

“Scott!” Martyn jerks his head upwards, “Uh, hello. Didn’t realise you were there.”

“I gathered,” he crouches down in front of Martyn. “Need a hand up?”

“No, I’m…I'm fine, actually.” Martyn sighs. He then begins to untangle himself from the bedsheets, wriggling around awkwardly on the floor. Scott watches, still crouched in front of Martyn as he seems to only get himself even more tangled. “I- ugh.”

“Do you need a hand?” He asks again, watching as Martyn continues to struggle for a moment before going entirely limb.

“Yes, please.”

“See,” he unwinds a tangled bit of the bedding, releasing one of Martyn’s arms. “No harm in asking for help, hm?”

“I'm perfectly capable of asking for help.” Martyn sits up as Scott untangles his other arm, leaving him able to untangle himself easily. “It’s you that seems incapable of such a thing.”

“I ask for help when I need it.”

“Uh-huh, then what’s all this?” Martyn gestures at him, the vague way he spreads his hands out not at all helping with Scott’s confusion.

“What’s all what?”

“You, right now.” Martyn catches one of his hands. “I haven’t seen you since you turned red, and then you turn up out of nowhere, freshly dead, and you look sick.”

“It’s just a few aesthetic changes,” he scoffs. Martyn ignores him in favour of studying his hands, scales now covering most of them and webbing stretching between his fingers. “Don't poke at that, it’s sensitive.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Martyn stops prodding and stretching the webbing on his hands, looking up at him guiltily. “You're not bothered by this? Everyone might have seen your other form, but that’s very different to being unable to choose what you look like.”

“I expected it,” he lies. “Red lives always look a little…different. I mean, the first time around everyone went grey. Jimmy looked like he was a strong breeze away from collapsing at all times. I think I've gotten a slightly better end of the stick, here.”

“Hm, well I certainly won’t disagree with you there,” Martyn brings his hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to it. The sudden warmth on his cold, and rather sensitive, scales sends a tingle up his arm and down his spine. “It’s much easier to admire you like this when I'm not a few moments away from drowning.”

He laughs, even as he feels his face growing a little warmer. “Always a flatterer.”

“Is it flattery if it’s true?” Martyn leans back from where Scott has moved forward to continue talking. “Flattery implies that I'm trying to get something out of you, and simply trying to get on your good side in order-”

Scott quiets him with a chaste kiss, grinning with some satisfaction when Martyn shuts up immediately, even going so far as to lean after him when he pulls back.

“You talk too much, sometimes.”

“Good thing I have you here to shut me up,” Martyn’s fingers curl into his hair, pulling slightly but not enough to be painful. “Though, I do often find myself without words around you. You really steal my breath away.”

He sighs, pulling back. “Are you ever going to let that go?”

“You didn’t even know it would work,” Martyn pokes him in the chest. “How long did you think regular people could breathe underwater for? Ten minutes? You were a regular person up until this round of the games, and you forget it so easily?”

“I was certainly not a regular person.”

“Alright, Mr. Pedantic, you weren’t capable of breathing underwater before this, and yet you still managed to forget the need for air?”

“I had it all sorted. You’d have died otherwise; alternatively, I could have just left you to Pearl and BigB.” He narrows his eyes. “See if I’ll save you next time.”

“Aw, no,” Martyn reaches after him, grabbing his face between his hands. “That evening was a great experience. I’d never known such things could be done-”

“Do you have no sense of decency,” he interrupts, pressing a hand firmly over Martyn’s mouth.

“No kiss to shut me up this time?”

Scott frowns at him, opening his mouth to respond. He closes it a moment later, tilting his head to the side. His fins quiver slightly, perking upwards as he listens. Martyn’s gone stiff as well, head tilted in the same way as Scott in order to listen.

“Can you hear…”

“The Canary Call,” Martyn finishes. “Damn. I almost thought Joel might go out first this time.”

Scott doesn’t respond to that, and Martyn doesn’t continue talking. They both want to see how long it’s going to take before the song cuts out, before that lilting melody fades and leaves nothing but silence in its wake.

He winces at the final drawn out note, the pitch rising to something painful.

In the silence afterwards, Scott finds that his previously light-hearted mood has been destroyed. Martyn’s watching something just over Scott’s shoulder, eyes far away and not seeing anything that’s actually there.

Scott tries not to look too closely at Martyn as he regathers himself, not wanting to see the glassy sheen of almost-death covering his eyes.

Scott only allows himself to look again when Martyn sucks in a deep breath, loud and jarring, filling the silence where, he realises, Martyn previously hadn’t been breathing. The glassy sheen is gone, but the look in his eyes doesn’t return them to their previously playful moment.

“Well,” Martyn breathes.

“Well.” Scott returns. “I guess that’s the beginning of the end.”

Martyn laughs. “I almost wanted it to last longer. I thought it might, even with the ever-present timers counting down our every second.”

“Nothing to be done now,” there’s a bitter taste in his mouth. At knowing that They had been proven right once again, that there is no escaping of whatever they ordain as fate. He wonders if They’re laughing right now, gleeful over claiming the Canary once more. Or perhaps they're watching for his reaction, to see how he feels as his sacrifice amounts to nothing.

“No,” Martyn sighs. “Guess not.”

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uwurakax · 7 months

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Can you do Suga, Daichi and Asahi finding out the readers a mermaid?

ー　Ｈ２Ｏ　「ＨＡＩＫＹＵＵ」　♡

-> i gotchu my love! tysm for req, i missed my mermaid au (karasuno third years hype - also hope you don't mind i added tsukki + noya idk i was feeling them too so ig karasuno hype) 💙

i also haven't ever written for daichi or asahi, and i'm sorry if i got asahi wrong, he's just never been one i really liked, so i hope it's okay

summary individual haikyuu characters finding our you’re a mermaid! c: ♡

featuring daichi || asahi || sugawara || nishinoya || tsukishima ♡

( masterlist of h2o + hq here )

ー　ｓａｗａｍｕｒａ　ｄａｉｃｈｉ　澤村大地　♡

daichi had noticed you were more withdrawn since you returned back from your holiday. he couldn't understand why you weren't ranting and raving like you had been leading up to it. you had been all but excited to chat away about oikinawa and soaking in the sun and beach. an island paradise getaway. long gone was the smile you had and the sparkle in your eyes, now replaced with an apprehension he couldn't understand. as the teams volleyball captain, it was his responsibility to know his team, and that of course extended to you. you may not have been a part of the karasuno volleyball team, but daichi did have a deep care for you. one he couldn't quite understand. all he knew was that it was different from the care he had for his closest friends and family. so when you were pulling away from him, it bloomed an ache that he had never felt before. your short sentences, he could deal with. what he couldn't deal with was now every time you saw him, you skittered away. through the halls, out the school gates and any time you passed him by through a classroom window. he tried to be respectful, he really did. daichi is a good guy. it didn't help that sugawara and asahi would make.. comments. they noticed how you never came around to practice anymore, and actually realised how they never spoke to you much at all since your break. tanaka and noya noticed too, and if even those two noticed something was wrong, then he'd be an idiot to ignore it. he wasn't going to ambush you, he just wanted to know why you never came around anymore to their practices like you used to, and why you always seemed to be on edge. he wanted to help you... truly he did. he knew your schedule, and was going to talk to you when the school was empty.

you had stayed back on this particular day, releasing a pent up sigh as you gathered your things and was ready to head out. you had made it to the gates when you saw daichi waiting for you, glad in his team uniform and jacket. you stopped, heart skipping a beat as you saw him standing there. it had been some time since you were able to see him like this. you quickly looked down, holding onto your bag strap and about to walk around him when he was calling out your name. it had been so long you stopped momentarily, before the sprinkler system for the grass had gone off and soaked you both instantly. you couldn't help but look down, mortified at what had happened. you tried so hard the last month so this wouldn't happen, and that daichi wouldn't find out. fate was not on your side as you ran back into the school. if you were quick enough you could make it to one of the classrooms by the door and lock it before..

you had barely made it around the corner and into the hall when you popped your tail, squealing at the impact. you tried to get up and crawl as you heard daichi behind you, yelling out your name when he turned and saw the sorry state you were in. you couldn't bear to look at him, and with nowhere to go, you just laid there on the floor, looking down at your hands with your hair covering your face. this was it. you were ready to cry once he left, but the footsteps only got closer to you. so careful and slow, as if not to spook you away. you looked up and saw daichi, now making his way in front of you, kneeling; and with a warm smile, telling you it was going to be okay, and looking back into his eyes, you knew it would be.

ー　ａｚｕｍａｎｅ　ａｓａｈｉ　東峰旭　♡

you tried not to let your new... predicament affect you too much. you still visited the team and helped around when you could, but you were still cautious, refusing to wash or refill the water bottles when asked. you felt terrible, but kiyoko or yachi never mentioned it, and were quite grateful regardless. you always offered to do something else, and it was never mentioned again. unluckily however, on this day, you more or less had to. yachi had to go home early and kiyoko had been away, and as the impromptu helper, you couldn't leave them. the whole team was stressed with training, and nationals, and you'd feel awful if you couldn't help at least a little. unfortunately that meant cleaning and refilling the bottles, while the team was warming up and getting ready for another day of gruelling volleyball practice. you were completely unaware of a certain handsome ace quietly offering to help, missing his small voice as he grabbed the second bag you left; your hands already full. you didn't realise until he was yelling out to the rest of the team from the court door, saying how he'd be right back. asahi was a gentle soul, and although he wanted to do more to help, he was only limited to bringing the rest of the bottles to the taps. his team needed him, and he was the ace of karasuno. he wouldn't be upstaged by the first year talent, and he would let everyone know why he was the teams ace; why he was the one they could rely on. you were so startled and shocked at asahi's voice and had carelessly turned the faucet on full blast, the splash of the water ricocheting from the elongated steel basin and onto your shirt. asahi had made his way towards you and found you on the grass, the flood of water still running. he was about to offer to help you up until he noticed the bright coloured tail behind you. he was stunned for a moment before he started freaking out, tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he bent down, worried for your wellbeing. by the way he was panicking, you were afraid he was going to faint right then and there. you had to tell him the team would be waiting for him, and thats when he seemed to calm down. you offered a sympathetic smile, not expecting this was how your secret would be exposed, and definitely not expecting asahi to be the one freaking out more than you. you were sure once you were alone it would hit you, the adrenaline pushing you forward for now. you promised you'd tell him when he was done with practice, but you couldn't have the others find out, and that seemed to placate him. he'd go back for now, but if you needed him, all you had to do was yell out and he'd come back running, and you knew he would.

ー　ｓｕｇａｗａｒａ　ｋｏｕｓｈｉ　菅原孝支　♡

a study session seemed like a good idea, and you really needed to catch up and revise for the upcoming exams, and what better study buddy than sugawara? your close, smart, and cute friend. suga had offered to host the get together at his home, his patents wouldn't be home, so you'd be able to study in peace; and so you politely agreed. it wasn't the first time you had been over to suga's house, however your heart always skipped a beat when you entered into his room. no matter how many times you did, being in such a close proximity and in the intimacy of your crushes room, how could you not be nervous? he was so sweet too, his beaming smile shining whenever you saw his face. you used to often compared him to the sun; bright, warm and radiant wherever he went, but you now thought he was more like the moon. a more muted illumination that may not be blazing, but could still shine amongst the beauty of the stars. geez, get a grip! you really need to stop simping. suga had left to get some drinks and snacks while you got out our books, ready to think of what the first item was to tackle today.

english? lame. maths? eww. geography? gross. history? no thanks.

you groaned, falling onto the floor at your pathetic predicament. you really hated studying, and honestly who could blame you? you covered your eyes with your arm, procrastinating heavily for about 5 minutes before suga returned, laughing at your already defeated form. you barely took a glance, sitting up with a large sigh. although the refreshments and sugary sweets perked you up. well, you couldn't exactly focus on an empty stomach, even if it was just sugar and fats. a girl has a right to indulge a bit, right? while you took a few bites of your selected snack, you asked suga to pick, not bothering to hide the fact that you could not decide yourself and that it would be much easier if he did it himself.

suga made it seem easy, and you were actually able to follow along. he was such a good teacher. after an hour, you had to take a break before you went onto the next subject. suga had no objections, and as you were putting your papers away, you had completely missed that a couple sheets had been under your full glass. the spill landing all over your lap. you weren't able to say or respond to suga as you all but ran out of his room, leaving him confused momentarily before he went to follow you to ensure you were fine. you had made it to his bathroom, but before you could close the door you fell to the ground, tail replacing your legs. with the door half opened, suga walked in, calling out your name. you looked away as you closed your eyes. you couldn't bear to see the way he'd look at you like this. how much of a weird freak you were now. with your eyes squeezed shut, you didn't see the way suga crouched down, in awe at the mermaid, and not just any mermaid, you, in his bathroom. you felt his hand touch yours and that's when you slowly opened your eyes. his face held that smile that it always did, and your heart fluttered as it was completely and utterly for you.

you were right about sugawara, you were the ocean and he was the moon.

ー　ｎｉｓｈｉｎｏｙａ　ｙｕ　西谷夕　♡

you weren't sure why you agreed on coming to the beach with nishinoya. it was absolutely and perfectly, entirely and beyond stupid. there was just something about him that you couldn't say no to. was it the pout? his unwavering confidence? the determination? or maybe it was just you being unconditionally in love with him, that you had zero ability to say no. it was only for a few hours right? what could go wrong? other than the fact that any drop of water that landed on you guaranteed that you'd pop a tail within the next few seconds for any and all to see. totally not worrisome at all.

noya was enjoying a game of beach volleyball, digging and diving for the ball flawlessly, even in the sand. you fondly watched him. it had taken a little warm up to get used to the sand, but he learned quickly and was now effortlessly moving around in the sand. he was cute.

after watching him for some time, you decided you wanted to stretch your legs. standing up you made your way closer to the shore, but far enough so you knew you wouldn't get touched by the water. even if you couldn't go in it right now, didn't mean that you couldn't be near it right? add it to your idiocy tally, but you'd always had an affinity to the ocean, and being a mermaid had only seemed to increase this. you felt a constant pull towards it, and ache that made itself known when you were near, and the calls of the ocean wouldn't be ignored.

you were enjoying the small stroll, and in the moment of the breeze and salty sea air, you were glad noya had managed to coerce you into coming. you were getting further away from the crowd of people and away from their eye of vision when you heard noya call after you. you turned around smiling, explaining that you'd be back soon and wouldn't go far. you just really needed to stretch your legs. noya fell into step next to you, saying that'd had accompany you. thanking him, you both continued on at a leisurely pace, chatting about anything until noya said he wanted to swim. you weren't able to get a word in before noya excitedly ran into the shallows, unaware that his kicks sent splashes directly towards you. with his back towards you, you took a quick look to make sure the coast was clear before running and diving into the crystal clear, blue water for cover. noya heard you and stood, turning to laugh until he saw you on the banks, holding yourself up with your hands and a mermaid tail in place of where your legs should he. he was speechless, and that made you nervous. it seemed as if time stood still and you regretted everything, getting ready to swim past him snd into the horizon before he was jumping for joy, cheering and hyping himself up while he complimented you, saying how gorgeous you were and that all his fantasies had come true; thanking whatever god/s that existed for blessing him with this life and that if he was asleep he never wanted to awake. you rolled your eyes and splashed him with a smile. he then stopped and made his way to you, face serious as he held you by the shoulders as he professed his love and asked if you'd marry him. you didn't say yes to marriage, but you did say yes to a date.

ー　ｔｓｕｋｉｓｈｉｍａ　ｋｅｉ　月島蛍　♡

although you liked tsukishima, you couldn't deny that he was the most infuriating and condescending guy you had ever met. you were not spared from his insults, and you two had a friendly banter-ship with each other. regardless of how you were, the childish nature of sticking out your tongue and saying a low hanging fruit of a joke to him was much too big a temptation. however since your... change, you began to slowly pull away. his petty words of "weirdo" or "freak" in passing, which wouldn't have hurt you previously, now festered an insecurity within you. it wasn't like you hadn't bitten back before, but you were just not in the spirit of quips or trading blows anymore.

tsukishima was able to tell quickly at how your demeanour changed. he decided to chalk it up to you having a bad day, or maybe there was something bothering you; but when you basically ignored him for an entire week? he knew there had to be more to it, but you weren't giving him much. telling him that everything was fine, and that there was nothing wrong, and that you didn't know what he was talking about. he knew you were lying, but left you be. until you started ignoring him completely.

tsukishima was quite upset.. i mean you just stopped talking to him? he wasn't even sure why it bothered him so much but it did, and he was going to confront you about it. cue seeing you at your locker at the end of school, and him making his way with yamaguchi, kageyama and hinata to volleyball practice. tsukishima didn't bother saying anything to the three, immediately just standing in front of you and demanding to know what's up with you. you were shocked to say the least, and so where his volleyball companions. yamaguchi could tell tsukishima needed some privacy, and managed to usher the chaotic duo away. you were alone now with tsukishima in the school halls, and no matter what you tried or said, tsukishima wasn't buying it. it's not like you could ever tell him the truth anyway. he would surely think much worse of you if he ever found out about your issue. you went to put one final book in your locker, but clumsy you had managed to spill the water from you bottle all over your shirt. panicked, you didn't even bother closing your locker door, quickly running and closing the door to the closet classroom you could.

tsukishima followed, reluctant to admit he was worried. why would you ever react like that? it was just water? the moment he opened the door, he saw why. you were a living mythical creature; a mermaid. tears started to form as you saw him look at you, not wanting to deal with whatever horrible thing he was going to say. before you could yell at him you heard the footsteps and voices of his friends (really one friend and two he'd barely tolerate). this was bad, and you started to hyperventilate. before it got too bad through, tsukishima took off his black team jacket and tossed it over you. you looked up confused as you saw him go outside and him telling them he's be at practice soon and to not wait up for him. that seemed to ease their troubles as their voices and footsteps receded. you gripped the jacket closer, finding a small comfort, all things considered. he came back inside, and all you could do was watch as tsukishima just sat down, back against the wall as he called you stupid for being an idiot and having this happen here because who knows who could've seen? guess he's going to have to keep a closer eye on you so it doesn't happen again.

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dizzystqrs · 1 year

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personal h2o lore & mermaid rules explanation

disclaimer: h2o: just add water is by no means a scientific show, the creators even said that they didn't put much thought into the specifics of anything, but if you are like me and Upset that they didn't, this is for u <3

disclaimer 2: these are my personal best-of-my-ability explanations, but they r Not canon at all, and absolutely feel free to disagree!

here we go!!

1. are the girl's human forms and mermaid forms separate bodies?

short answer: no, they aren't--but the episode red herring does make it seem that way, when emma's red hair is only in one form. however, if they were separate bodies, emma's finger cut in season 1 and rikki's head injury in season 2 which they both got in mermaid form would not have stayed when they transformed back (but they did!) it's more of a bodily permanent-to-not-permanent basis on what stays and what leaves during a transformation.

long answer: opalsiren also has a detailed post on this if you're curious (and i do highly recommend giving it a read bc it changed my life, reshaped my reality, watered my crops, etc etc) but i'll try to explain it here too

if we look at what stays and what leaves during a transformation, we can sorta see a pattern

freckles, scars, wounds, hair texture/length, bodily proportions (mermaid forms age along with their human forms) and eye color all stay the same, meanwhile clothes, accessories, makeup, hair dye, etc, all disappear. furthermore, anything permanent, genetic, or breaking the skin keeps, and anything temporary or sitting on top of the skin disappears, and then reappears later. (ex: hair length stays consistent because hair follicles penetrate the skin and go beneath it, semi-permanent hair color doesn't cuz it inly sits around the hair follicles. would dying your hair fully & permanently transform too? mayhaps!)

a scientific way to explain this would be that the transformation process takes into account genetics and then the current state of your body before making the switch into either form. so, during the 30 seconds it takes to transform, the process involves reading the genetic code (eye color, skin color, face shape, etc, and also perhaps it only does this the first time, and saves the information for the future?) and then the state of the body (wounds, age, weight, hair length, etc) and then proceeds to alter the genetic makeup to the incoming body type with the new information. (and all of this needs to be read so that the transformation doesn't mess with anything integral or unnecessary, and doesn't cause unwanted changes!! for example i like to think a mermaid bleeding out would not transform back, in order to preserve the body's energy and resources)

2. how do the girls get clean?

this is by far the most common question i see and. u know what... it is a good one to ask LMAO

as i went into before, anything that doesn't permeate the skin will disappear when transforming. this includes dirt and grime!! it will just disappear, then come back like everything else. while they could wash their face and arms in mermaid form, their legs will still be grimy cuz theyre unaccessible!! so like,, how is no one complaining that the girls smell all the time?

so first, fun solution; i like to think that a good solution is that the transformative process is cleansing, as in they straight up Turn Into Water so every single impurity on their skin (such as dirt, oil, makeup maybe, etc) is washed away in both human form and mermaid form in the 30 seconds it takes for them to fully turn. this is a little hard to explain scientifically but i think it would make more sense when given the magic treatment--it just does it bc it can.

semi-boring solution, probably the canon one: their mermaid skin IS their human skin, so cleaning a mermaid tail is just like cleaning their human legs. would make sense as to why they all take baths w their tails! this is also probably the canon explanation, because when dr. denman transforms a scale in her lab, it shifts right back into skin, meaning it is, essentially, the same material. this conflicts a teensy bit with previously established lore in my opinion but . yknow. it is a mermaid show for kids 💀

actual boring solution: there is a canon specific amount of water content that transforms them, which i believe is like above 32% or something. if a liquid contains 32% water, boom, tail. however, it wouldn't be too hard to find alcoholic wipes that contain less than that water content, which they could use to clean the parts of their body that the mermaid tail obscures. straight bars of soap are sometimes less water content than that too, so they could pretty easily just scrub then dry-wipe it off. is it... more sanitary/safe than just washing with water? probably not! but it's an option! and if you dont vibe with the above options, this is a p good alternative

3. hey, what the Fuck is the moonpool

fantastic question. literally no one knows. they are soooo vague with this piece of lore it actually makes me upset considering how COOOL it is that there is an ancient magic pool in a volcano on an abandoned island. they fumbled the bag so hard guys

heres like, pretty much everything we know canonly abt it (in h2o lore only, not mako mermaids, all my homies hate mako mermaids)

- it works hand-in-hand with the moon & planets

- it, or the water in it, is sentient, and is aware of any dangers to it

- it seems to have a connection to fate (as in, the 1950's mermaids & their connection to the 2000's girls)

- there are several of these (implied, but there could just be only one other in ireland)

- each one has a specific set of water-based powers to give out, evenly divided among each person that jumps in the moonpool in a full moon, and these powers can be amplified on specific nights. (this also seems to correspond with personality)

-it is magic. (this is a point because it is Very hard almost near impossible to explain it scientifically)

and yeah! i personally have a few headcanons for What the moonpool is and how it works, but i think it's a lot more fun to make your own so go crazy (and there is no way i could explain it cuz i have like 8000 thoughts abt it and None of them fit in a tumblr post) !! if youre curious u can read my fic about it tho B) xoxo

anyway that's all!! feel free to tack on any questions or answers slash disagreements about this silly little mermaid show as well !! <3

#h2o just add water #emma gilbert #rikki chadwick #cleo sertori #charlotte watsford #bella hartley #h2o lore #mermaid lore my beloved #<3

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sophieinwonderland · 4 months

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r/FakeDisorderCringe doesn't know what biblical canon is, atheists are offended by saying God is plural, and other people casually throwing out some blasphemies and ableism!

👎

For uncreative title.

Atheists Pretending To Be Deeply Offended...

So, let me guess, you're not actually Christian are you?

Those guys sure aren't.

So weird how people pretend to be offended over a religion they aren't even a part of.

(Let's be real though, that's most of the tulpa discourse.)

Oh... you considered converting.

That clearly gives you a say in this conversation. /s

Meanwhile, my host actually lived the religion. He was Christian through his teenage years, and as a child helped his mom teach Sunday School and went to sleep every night on a Noah's Ark pillow.

Sorry, I distracted from your point. We're thieves stealing from a religion. 🙄

Okay, let's talk "canon!"

I just... I LOVE this whole conversation! 🤣

THIS is actual cringe.

Does anyone see the issue here?

I'll let u/AdSuccessful3533 spell it out. Possibly the only person with sense in the thread.

It's not just Catholic Canon either, but Biblical Canon! Like, there's a whole Wikipedia article on it!

The sheer self-righteous ignorance of r/Fakerdisordercringe (and r/systemscringe) never ceases to amaze me.

All of these people so bent out of shape over the use of "canon" to describe biblical text as if that's not been in use for hundreds of years!

"Something a middle schooler would say."

The Heresies!

That's correct. This is NOT the modalism heresy.

Modalism suggests God is a single unified being who reveals himself in different forms. God being plural would mean that God is three beings in one. This is completely in-line with the views of Trinitarianism.

An example of the modalism heresy would be more like this...

Comparing God to Optimus Prime, arguing that they're just different forms like Optimus Prime in a truck form vs him in a robot form, is modalism.

But if modalism isn't enough, we've got some tritheism too!

Besides the tritheism... it's really hard to take people who are calling tulpas appropriative seriously when they don't even know basic facts about the most popular religion in the world.

Also, the part about System not being a term for a person with DID is technically correct. System is, rather, the term used for the total collection of all the alters. But it is very much a term used by psychologists and it's accurate to refer to the Trinity as a system in this way.

Also, if the Tritheism bothers you, don't worry! We're going to go right back to modalism.

The H2O metaphor is controversial for the same reason as comparing God to Optimus Prime. It suggests God is simply changing form to become these different things.

Miscellaneous

Can you show me that rabbit hole?

I'm the one who Tweeted that, and have NEVER been on the OSDD sub.

Who do you think I am?

No... it definitely doesn't sound right. Religion shouldn't just be a thing for neurotypicals.

If one believes in God, then surely God made all people, including those of us who have mental illnesses. Why should Christianity and biblical references be kept away from people with mental illness other than ableism?

I mean, if by in peace, you mean without endogenic systems, then no. You can't.

We're here and we aren't going away. Ever.

And we exist in all spaces, including in your churches and your religious communities. And Christian systems shouldn't be expected to hide who they are because our existence bothers bigots like you.

We're going to share this world, and we're going to share spaces. And that includes churches and religious spaces too. Deal with it. 🤷‍♀️

Acknowledgements:

I would like to thank everyone at r/fakedisordercringe for giving me the free material. For a subreddit that's designed to laugh at people for supposed "cringe," you all sure are a goldmine for it! 😜

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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 3 months

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What do you think of Jeffrey Katzenberg and Michael Eisner?

Oh these two don't get me started on the drama they caused during the '80s, 90s amd 2000s at Disney, they are both pieces of work that have more cons than Pro

At least with Walt Disney or any of them they have shit that balances out the bad these guys they were just flat out me me me,

You know why DreamWorks was founded? because Jeffrey over here kept bragging about a job that he was going to have after the fact his so-called friend who had had the job before died in a helicopter crash!

It wasn't even a week later this asshole was walking around bragging about how he was going to get the job when they told him no and in fact fired him that's when he went and founded DreamWorks,

He also told animators to edit out scenes in the '80s when everything was still hand drawn, you couldn't edit out scenes. He was so obstinate on this that they had to get Eisner to stop him from destroying the film because he wouldn't listen to the animators behind it -.-

Also, blame Jeffrey for the reason why we do not have 2D animation in Disney anymore he tossed it out the window, and I quote because there is no money in it.

Jeffrey is definitely on my shit list I want to respect him but how can I respect him when he won't even listen to animators when they try to tell him you can't do certain things.

Eisner was a train wreck of a CEO did you know crime at the parks literally spiked, a kid was shot and killed in the Disneyland parking lot because of gang activity because of all the clubs he had added to the parks for teenagers and yes adults if you went to what they called Pleasure Island yes they had a land called Pleasure Island, it even had a lingerie store themed after Jessica Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit was actually the one sitting on the archway to the island,

I will say the majority of teens have good memories about one specific club called Videoopolis. However, the rest of the clubs were known for being well, not so good,

Team members of gangs would go to these clubs and hire kids out of them this went on for years,

He renamed the Zippity Doo Dah ride to Splash Mountain not because they were retheming it to actually fit the H2O splash mermaid movie. No, he just renamed it because he wanted to,

If anybody got a swift kick in the ass from Mickey Mouse, it would be Eisner. He about bankrupted the company a few times because originally no Hong Kong and Paris were absolutely bleeding money when they were initially built because they went so badly over budget because of Eisner!

He was a stubborn hard ass of a man who if anybody told him no he would throw a temper tantrum and figure out how to make it work anyways,

But the worst of the worst I will bring his name in is still chapek somehow chapek has beaten Eisner for being the worst CEO so Eisner isn't my most I do not like you on my list of Disney staffers but he's damn near close.

#michael eisner #jeffrey katzenberg #disney #ceo #dreamworks #Animators #mickey mouse

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justageneralsimpindeed · 2 years

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Choke me as if you hate me:Chapter 2

Cw: Hisoka imaginary smut, switch Hisoka, mommy kink, more PTSD, mentions of rape and incest, mental illness such as possible schizophrenia depression or BPD.

Fresh sprinkles of morning drizzle trickled down your face. It wasn't hefty but it was surely not going to stay like that for long, remembering your fortune. You debated on whether or not you should plummet back into your siesta or get up and evade the oncoming meteors of H2O. Abuela had made sure to bore into your head that the hunter exams were no mockery the morning you set off on your journey, the morning before and the morning before that and so on. But her voice was drowned out.

YOU ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING YOU.

WHY?

Shudders scurried up your spine as you wish to open your eyes but you can't. At that moment, you were a child abiding by the unconscious regulations when it comes to lights out:If you can't see it, it can't see you. Your skin crawled as a clawed digit traced its way from your cheek to underneath your jaw. You were scared but confirmed something as another talon on its other hand trailed your thigh and a hard object grew at the back of your head.

"This creature is so true I can already savour the reality I'm beating his ass"

With the split of your lids, you cared not who you touched or what touched you, your balled fist granulated its jaw, the bone seemingly softening from your bitterness. A boisterous but timely grunt was listened to, and before you could actually understand what came about, Hisoka was on the floor one arm keeping him up and the other holding his jaw.

He's glaring so intently at you, you're convinced it's hostility.

It's not.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 《》˚₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥

Subsequently noticing that you had 'uppercut from hell' Hisoka in the face and busted his lip, Gittarakur explained how you dozed off while playing cards with Hisoka and Hisoka the kind soul that he is let you use his lap as a cushion. You noted how he had never made eye contact the entire moment with you but instead with Hisoka. His mood indicated nausea you would never know about but it didn't matter because AFTER SO LONG YOU FINALLY HAVE REACHED YOUR DESTINATION.

Hisoka snatched you back as you were ready to dive into the ocean and paddle your way to shore if the boat didn't hurry up. How did he run into someone like you, such a kind, pure and yet opposingly chaotic girl. His bulge was now straining and stifling itself against his pants. After you had punched him, he capsized into an orgasm and your abrupt hurried, determined nature only spurred him on for a second time. You truly were remarkable to him. It was clear Gittarakur didn't pay much mind to you, but he knew for a fact you were too dumb to realise Hisoka's behaviour.

His hand fastened around your wrist the minute you were in distance to be tossed over. He had very much battled the seduction of just hurling you in the ocean but he didn't truly want that. He never did if he were to think. Your aura is the only reason why both of these men are known to you. Hisoka wanted to break you but it seems he'd rather hunger for you now. But, Gittarakur is much more sophisticated. He finds your upbeat and partially happy character bothersome. However, he comes to realise how quickly you altered Hisoka, yes he still has a high libido, but he wants to sleep with you and it's continued to the degree that Gittarakur wonders if he wants to fuck an infant into you and finalize.

The impression fends off Gittarakur. He won't allow you to do the same thing you did to Hisoka. He won't perish to your spell. He won't fall for you. He won't become weak.

Your ass is certainly blackened as Gittarakur did not lack distance or height and he must have heaved you 10 feet both ways. You struggle to stand as the rest of the passengers onboard make their way off, some occasionally hurrying to the side for one last visual declaration of how bad their ride was."Too bad they can't 1 star on yelp"You thought rubbing your coccyx, Hisoka scrambling to your side.

"Did it hurt that bad?"Hisoka rushed breathless."Nah, Abuela does worse."You reply throwing him the heart-melting smile that he gets so hard at. His erection will eradicate him if this persists. Gittarakur noticing this jerks you away from him and grumbles "Go sort yourself out" before he drags you god knows how far. Hisoka takes this as an opportunity to kiss your hand adieu for now before Gittarakur drags you away from him. The rosiness of your face, once he did that, has him scampering into the closest bistro restroom, into the closest booth already with his pants down, pumping away at his cock.

You leave with Gittarakur confused as hell and Gittarakur as attentive as he is, says "Hisoka needed some time alone, he felt a little queasy but was more worried about you."You wanted to blush and think it was cute but you can pick up on bullshit every so often, even though you are naive as fuck.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hisoka's alone time ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Nobody was there; not because there was no one there, to begin with, but the fact Hisoka didn't wait to enter the stall before he had slid his pants down enough for his suffering cock to be revealed. It was lengthy and thick, his nearly blushing tip dripping misty-coloured drops of precum. His long, but thick finger smothered his hard-on before running to the base and back again. A loud, anguished and oddly high-pitched whimper left his pale lips as his efforts of self-relief evolve more untamed and hostile. He yearns for you here, not with Gittarakur, not with that assassin. His hips thrust into his hand as he cums. But it isn't satisfactory. You bent over underneath him, hands thrashing all over his back as your grasp diminishes with every thrust of his hips and yet you plead for more. His hand reaches to your ass, raising you and shoving you against the stall door. Your face is mutilated in pleasure. Your flawless skin is burned scarlet, your huge, gorgeous eyes are tearful and crossed over, and your mouth is agape with your lips swollen from the bruising kisses from earlier on he so wished to deliver you. His other hand extends to your swelled and delicate breast, clamping down on it harsh before tracing the perk nipple with the pointed nail of his thumb. His thrusts pick up as your wet, velvety walls clamp around him, every part of you stuck in between trembling and bouncing. He wants to kiss you but can't.

A hand knits its fingers into his fuchsia hair, heaving him back away from you. He doesn't need to look at who it is, the strength of your punch from earlier makes the abrupt tug familiar. His fingers run to the hem of his pants, disposing of them until required, before attending to Hisoka's rim. He consumes no time slipping his fingers into his ass and moaning out your name while he jerks off. However, too delusional to think he's sandwiched between a sub-you and a dom-you; the sub-you is begging for him, clenching around him so much his cock he feels like he almost can't cum, dom-you is grabbing at his hair humiliating him, using your saliva as lube in the midst of rearranging him.

His hips are pulled back to meet your silicon cock and yet he is pulled towards the stall door by your powerful thighs. Tears have fallen, the neediness, the overstimulation, he has issues he acknowledges it; he's been like this for over ten years and you are halfway through deteriorating it away, in less than 2 days. His hip stutters as he empties his cum into your womb and yet the other you behind him won't let him go before he comes entirely because of your silicon cock.

"You like that, big boy? You like mommy's cock doing you from the inside and turning you into an unfortunate slut? Come on tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me how you can't survive without mommy's cock,"

An additional string of sobs is ripped from his throat as he succumbs to a new level of pleasure, the pleasure of being dominated.

" Please mommy, I need you! more, please!" he cries as his dick (now turning sore) goes erect again, he moves the hand now sticky from his hot, thick cum to act as a much bigger dildo you have in his ass.

He's at your mercy. But this is his doing.

He is the one to blame.

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You and Gittarakur continue to hike to wherever your meant to go but only he knows because he wasn't flung off the ship before he was notified. Your legs start charring, but you don't want to complain it never stopped you from making an excuse to stop." Gittarakur, what happens if Hisoka can't locate us?" you ask, trying not to show the weariness and overall giveaway your primary intention. Gittarakur doesn't stop he just goes on with casual spasms, holding up a walkie-talkie. But if anything he's sped up and he doesn't hesitate to hide it.

"I'm a calm person...BUT FOR DUCK's SAKE!" you think.

You recognize Gittarakur isn't all that fond of you, in fact, he probably doesn't even recall your name or that you exist. You know he's trying to lose you but because he flung you off the ship you know zero about your destination, he is the only one other than Hisoka that you know but Hisoka of someplace being 'sick' and you can't afford to tell Abuela that you didn't even make it to the hunter exams because you were lost.

Your limbs burn as you pick up the speed and all he does is do the same. You start uttering profanity under your breath, not recognizing that this is somewhat turning into an amusing game for Gittarakur. There are no people in the area other than you and Gittarakur, so he takes the opportunity to run at a pace you can watch him but can't take hold of him.

"Gittarakur why are your running?!"

But it's too late Gittarakur is already down a near alley onto another street and has disappeared off the face of the planet.

You now are alone in the alley and nightfall is coming quick. You don't understand where to go even if you did you would get misplaced. Your island is much smaller than this, so much the population isn't even 100. But you still remembered what happened after it was dark when everyone was sleeping. When you were all alone nobody remembered you. You plummet to your feet, your knees pushed up against your chest, despite the familiarity of the position . You don't want to remember what he did to you, how he touched you, how split you open; that's what you called it at the time.

It's not his fault though,right?

Do you not remember how he hurt us?

I know but daddy was just lonely.

If mama hadn't left he wouldn't use us.

WHO DO YOU THINK DROVE HER AWAY?

The sound of a nearby can being dropped and rolling your way frightened you, frightened you more than it should. Your life has been a black-and-white movie with the dialogue being almost completely drowned out by static and the voices. What you went through is traumatic, but you wonder why the voices are here. You hear them complain and bicker amongst themselves your own voice is completely drowned out even though it's your body. They bicker so often you don't even know what they bitch about anymore. They most complained about whose fault the incident is, yours, mama, daddy's, everybody you know, but they bitch tirelessly that for one you don't even completely remember what happened and two you still don't understand what happened with the little you remember. The whole fucking village knows about you, the daughter of the now banished butcher, who lost her innocence before three. They never educated you in school about sex because of what happened, they still probably wouldn't because you are the only one in the village who is younger than 47.

"How ya doin', dollface~"

Your eyes are large and exhausted, sparkling as you look up to see men.

Men who had the same look in their eyes as papa.

#hxh #illumi #illumi smut #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck #hxh illumi #hxh hisoka #hisoka x reader #hisoka smut #illumi x you #illumi x y/n

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what do you think moonstruck bella would be like? I think she would be sort of ruthless or very very paranoid about everyone. Sort of a more emotional version of when all 3 girls got moonstruck when camping at mako with charlotte. Also we never got a scene with bella like the girls did when their powers were magnified instead she made jello :/

anon i am going to be the most annoying person on planet earth and quote myself from this post originally by h2o fandom icon @juicenet:

given that the h2o writers lowkey forgot to give bella flaws bella isn’t nearly as developed as the others, it’s hard to conceive of how the moon spell might affect her. perhaps she would go full 1x18 ‘bad moon rising’ like rikki and have a mental breakdown, proclaiming that she is meant to be alone? or maybe she would in fact act more like the girlies did in 2x17 ‘moonstruck’ and attempt to reveal the mermaid secret since she is usually quite reticent and guarded? i can’t see her becoming a siren quite like cleo did in 1x12 ‘the siren effect’ but i think this could be an interesting concept to play with since she is a singer. i wonder if she wouldn’t fall under a less fun version of emma’s 1x07 ‘moon spell’ lunar madness and act a little mean and abrasive, since being sweet and bubbly is… most of her character tbh

anyway every other comment on this post is god-tier but of course i am going to be That Person and quote myself sdfdsdfk

as for bella's lack of power-up, i do wholeheartedly believe that earthbender!bella should have been canon. to me, it just makes sense for her character. no she was not in the moon pool during the planetary alignment, at least not that we know of, but charlotte uses both aerokinesis and pyrokinesis post-transformation, so i think it's fair to say bella could have an elemental power despite this

#bella hartley #h2o just add water #ask #answered #thanks for the ask!

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deafchild2000 · 19 days

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H2O Headcanons #29:

What if Rikki was Karl's granddaughter?

(This is for @opalsiren for her headcanon that Charlotte was Max's granddaughter as well.)

This would be crazy, right? Once upon a time ago, I did a post believing Julia was Rikki's grandmother, and oh, how the tables have turned since then. So, where to start: How did I come up with this?

(It all started when I got into contact with @misuutira for her Calamity AU and didn't hesitate to show her my headcanons to inspire her. We got to talking, definitely hit up WaterSpirit!Gracie tore Cleo in for her part in Charlotte being the "Bad Guy" and might have mutually agreed that Gracie would go after Rikki & make her regret messing with her granddaughter 😅. I won't say what she did, but Gracie called out her cruel & unnecessary behavior towards Charlotte vs her hypocrisy with Bella, and the next thing I knew, I threw out there that Gracie isn't surprised as it's expected of Rikki as she's Karl's granddaughter!... Needless to say, @misuutira loved the idea!)

And from there, what was just put out as dramatics became a deep dive into what would be a plot twist in the tail (pun intended!)

So, to get this out of the way, how or why would make Rikki - everyone's feisty mermaid - related to the man who nearly exposed her 50s predecessor work?

1. Admit it, we've all talked about who would be a fitting "grandchild" to the 50s characters! @Opalsiren pushed it by making Gracie & Max both Charlotte's grandparents (a nice theory but personally disagree with it). The parallel theme wouldn't be surprising if it was Zane being his grandson - but ultimately not following in his footsteps. And given Taryn Marler played Julia before coming in as Sophie Benjamin - any fanfiction writer worth their salts could have seen a potential plot there. So by that logic, the fandom had been playing it safe. But I, for one, push boundaries. If canon went out of its way to make the granddaughter of a former mermaid an antagonist, why can't one of the main protagonists be related to an antagonist?

2. Did anyone ever question the fact that looking back, Karl believed Julia when she told him her secret? Put some realism here: This was the 50s! It would make more cinematic sense that Karl would think she was crazy with her confession or just outright not believe her and the next scene where Julia revealed herself to him would flow better (but even that didn't). We can imagine that talk in many ways, but the main gist is that she told him and he believed her on the first try - got angry and insulted her, but still believed her. That's an incredibly important detail for someone only mentioned once! And yet, he tried to expose her and while we know he was thwarted, are we supposed to believe nothing came of the only other guy outside of Max Hamilton that knew about mermaids?

Now, here's why Rikki being his granddaughter makes sense (with many dashes of irony).

There's a lack of information about Rikki's family other than her father, Terry. While some people believe that Rikki's mother left and is better off without her, there is no mention of her extended family from either her parents' side, which could imply that Rikki wants to keep her family matters private or simply doesn't know much about them. This poses an interesting question: how did Karl, who was presumably from a wealthy family, end up with a granddaughter living in a trailer park? I theorize that Karl's obsession with mermaids might hold the key to this mystery. It's hard to believe that someone like Karl would find out about mermaids and just leave Julia alone after one attempt. I even wager Karl might have posed a threat to Mako Island and that Julia took action (personal and for the sake of the Secret) to protect it. As a result, Karl was disowned and humiliated by his proud and prominent family and left town. Sometime after this, Karl had a child, who could be either Terry or Rikki's mom, but they cut all ties with him, Rikki would never be told about Karl or his obsession with mermaids because they thought he was crazy and mermaids didn't exist.

And then, there's the personality flaws. Karl believed Julia was a mermaid (and Julia exposing herself just sealed away any lingering doubts) and Rikki becomes a mermaid and immediately takes to it. Next, they are distrustful. This follows Karl as he had Julia's trust (she let him in) and betrayed her and whatever followed caused his life to go downhill and likely left him a guarded and mistrustful man from his experiences. Rikki has always had trust issues, even when she learned to be open with her friends, regardless of personal issues or whoever came close to the Secret. Despite the fact Charlotte had many reasons to know about mermaids and Gracie being one, she openly rejected the idea - especially Charlotte being one - listening to Louise's words that there are only supposed to be three mermaids. Any mature fan of H2O likely recognizes the girls were just as much to blame for Charlotte going rogue as Charlotte getting a superiority complex about being a mermaid (stemming from their treatment of her). Rikki was the only one refusing to try to get to know her and enabled seeing her as the villain of the story when her actions - ironically betraying the rebel idea of trying something new - also caused Charlotte's downfall. And lastly is the hypocrisy Karl and Rikki share. Karl was angry with Julia for not trusting him with her Secret (for good reason in the end), yet came around only when it fit his needs and wants. With Rikki, I bring up Charlotte again - notably the volleyball game. While already displeased with Charlotte being a mermaid and having Cleo's powers - it wasn't until Charlotte made herself useful in their plight to not fail P.E. and helped them win beach volleyball (working together) that Rikki began to come around to her...until Charlotte revealed she had all their powers, to which the momentary sense of camaraderie went down the drain and Rikki upped her antagonism towards her. Let me reiterate: Rikki liked Charlotte as long as she was useful. I'd even extend it to Bella Hartley, how after Charlotte and Emma were gone, she let her inside, and given that she was an outlier with her issues and there was a space to fill, there were no problems outside Will. Lastly, Karl wanted to use Julia for greed and ambition, and Rikki - having always aspired to rise above her living situation - in a similar vein, turned her Secret into a lucrative diving/treasure-hunting career that brought her fame and attention.

Perhaps the redeeming quality is that after the pain Karl caused Julia, and for how Rikki grew up to end up in her shoes and loves her tail, she's placed in the best position to be one of Mako's protectors and to understand the value of being a mermaid - and the costs that come with it. But let's be honest, if this was canon, Rikki would not be okay with the revelation as - compared to Charlotte - her familial connection to Mako Island and mermaids is conflicting as knowing she's directly related to the man who once hurt Julia (her counterpart) and a threat to the very Secret she loved.

So at best, Rikki's flaws are the worst traits she got from Karl as his granddaughter while spiritually taking after Julia (with room for improvement) is what saves her from turning out like him.

#h2o just add water #rikki chadwick #cleo sertori #emma gilbert #bella hartley #charlotte watsford #gracie watsford #louise chatham #h2o just add water karl

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darth-caillic · 2 months

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10-13, 15, 26 for the fanfic writer asks 😄

HI Jay!! I hope you're having a good day!

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Mmmm well, my h2o fic has always gotten a lot more attention than I expected a not-super-famous show from the 2000s to get. But in the end that show was just a lot more beloved than I realised which is really nice. Like knowing the show I really connected with as a kid connected with others too.

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

So many

I have playlists based around fics, ships even some like Chlliz timez and sensible jams for just general vibes.

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

Depends on what kind of fic it is. If there's a lot of original content, like Force of Nature, I'll take notes while rewatching the media in question, then do an outline, write the whole thing out and finally go through it again and do "final edits" (adding stuff in, grammar and spelling etc).

If it's something shorter like an hour and a half movie then I'll skip the outline and get straight to writing (this is the case for power of love).

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

I find songs are a good place to start. Sometimes it will come to me in a moment clairvoyance /j like Force of Nature did.

Chapter titles are so hard. Sometimes I try to have themes like tarrot cards, but it doesn't always word out. Right now I'm trying to have lyrics from famous 80s songs as the chapter titles in Power of Love.

26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see?

everything /j

I don't share any of my writing with my family out of fear that they wouldn't get it. Like I've talked about how I write as a hobby but I never clarify said writing is fanfic. I've mentioned writing fanfic to my mum maybe once and she didn't really react.

Plus! My mum is a freaking school teacher! If she read through my works and started pointing out all the typos it would destroy me emotionally lol.

But say in a scenario where I had to share all my writing with them and was only allowed to hide one... I wanna say Force of Nature. I just don't think I could handle the embarrassment of trying to explain the appeal of the single dad/bug hivemind plotline that will eventually happen in Force of Nature.

#askct

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zumpietoo · 7 months

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Omg zumpie, there are some amazing comments underneath lilis skin care post that legit make my damn day! First someone being sarcastic with a “let me guess, you’re making a skin care brand?” And others comment like well the show ended so she has to, someone else saying all celebrities have to do, then there’s a few “omg well if she is we’re totally buying it!” bs and then maybe my favorite I saw this morning that basically says what we all have said, that if you have the problem she is selling isn’t going to cure cystic Acne because she does unaffordable treatments a lot.

This did of course cause a stir up with her toxic fans who then tried to claim Lili isn’t shy about her skin care treatments. But again they clearly can’t read because she’s planning to sell this skin care to say it works on her when in reality what works for her isn’t going to be this in store treatment. They really aren’t bright

Oh the best comment was even screenied and DM’d to me and I’ve posted it....yeah, the entire thing is fucking heelarious:

Not remotely new

She didn’t “work on” shit, she’s not a dermatologist or even a chemist. I think she’d be hard pressed to tell you what H2O is....

Won’t work

Likely sooooperrr $$$ and still won’t work

#submission

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uwurakax · 2 years

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ー　Ｈ２Ｏ　「ＨＡＩＫＹＵＵ」　♡

summary individual haikyuu characters finding our you’re a mermaid! c: ♡

featuring kageyama || hinata || oikawa || atsumu || osamu ♡

-> these are too much fun, can’t stop won’t stop!! so many scenarios, can’t wait to continue. pushing the mermaid agenda real hard rn ngl 💕✨

parts one and two ( masterlist for h2o + hq here )

ー　ｋａｇｅｙａｍａ　ｔｏｂｉｏ　影山飛雄　♡

kageyama is shocketh to the coreth shocked at the revelation of you. you, his manager, one he may or may not have unrequited feelings for, or so he thinks. he stood speechless at the foot of the pool, staring down at you. you had emerged from the water after a moment of hiding, looking back at him. You looked scared. If he was in his right mind, he would’ve understood why. his silence caused further anxiety in you, and the moment he heard his teammates, he snapped out of his stupor. you ducked down below the water again, hiding on the edge and tucked against the wall, praying that no one else would see you. he quickly turned and ran, telling his upperclassman not to worry, and when tsukishima and hinata tried further he brushed them off angrily, telling them to go away and mind their own business. hinata started to sulk, calling him names while tsukishima decided to tease him to hell while he waked off. they all eventually went away, and he finally made it back, kneeling down against the edge of the pool. he wasn’t sure what he should do now, but he knew he couldn’t leave you alone, and he’d wait until you were ready. he’d hold off on the questions, for now he just wanted to keep you, and your newfound secret, safe.

ー　ｈｉｎａｔａ　ｓｈｏｙｏ　日向翔陽　♡

hinata is dumbfounded. you a… oh geez, he really should’ve paid attention in class when they were talking about myths and legends from around the world.. wait! a mermaid! that’s it! the movement of the water of the pool vaguely distorting the fishy tail that was now in place of your legs. he was curious, so badly did he want to know about you! were you born like this? how’d it happen? do you have any cool powers? how long can you breathe underwater for? all these questions started to pop into his head, childlike glee emanating from him at the revelation of you. he smiled, ready to rant and rave all about you. he liked you, he really did, and this? well it just made him like you more! his face dropped at the scared look you had given him, making yourself look small as you tried to hide fruitlessly beneath the clear water. you hugged close the edge, a false sense of security to try and salvage a fake pre-tense of normalcy between you. hinata, after a few moments, figured of course you’d be scared at the situation, this wasn’t something to spread or talk about freely, and he couldn’t help but think of how lonely it must’ve been. leaning down, he held his hands over your own wet ones, saddened slightly at the way you flinched. looking into your eyes, hinata gently smiled at you, promising that it was okay and whatever you needed, you could trust him. the sincerity behind his words solidified it; you believed him.

ー　ｏｉｋａｗａｔōｒｕ　及川徹　♡

after seeing the current state of you, everything just clicked. he had noticed the differences in how you carried yourself, and the little ticks and quirks you had developed. he didn’t want to pry though, it’s not like it was any of his business, but that still hurt. the irrational part of oikawa did want to know your business, regardless of whether he should or shouldn’t; he wanted. at times he more or less was able to keel his true feelings from you; at others, well, let’s say he got an earful of teasing from his 3 closest friends. you hadn’t noticed though, constantly on edge, anxiety coursing through you that you couldn’t notice it. you hated the way he looked at you, god why weren’t you more careful?! there was no way oikawa could be interested in you now, not when he had beautiful girls lines up for him, ones that could cheer for him. not a… freak. you couldn’t take it, damn it all, you’d wait until he left and never speak to him again! he’d eventually have to leave, it was much easier than having your heart crushed. this way, at least you could fake some semblance that he wouldn’t hate you. you don’t think you could handle if oikawa hated you. with your hands on the wall, you quickly dipped below, the chill of the late afternoon water overtaking you. just as you were about to push off you felt warm hands envelope your cold ones. it felt like the warm rays of the sun, and despite years of volleyball training, soft and gentle. you slowly came back up, and like the sun, you basked in the warmth that was oikawa toru.

ー　ｍｉｙａ　ａｔｓｕｍｕ　宮侑　♡

looking up at atsumu you weren’t sure what you were expecting. for him to laugh, to tease or make fun of you. atsumu wasn’t exactly the most considerate guy, and you were ready for any kind of insult he may have thrown your way, no matter how much that would’ve hurt. for once, he was quiet, so unlike the atsumu you had come to know and love. it unnerved you, the eerie silence didn’t suit the louder, more obnoxious twin. for what felt like forever, you and atsumu just stared at each other, neither willing to even move a muscle. you both broke out of your trance when you heard the rest of the team coming, the footsteps growing louder and you grew more and more terrified. one was bad enough, but if the whole team found out?! with nowhere to go, you were stuck, aimlessly looking side to side for some kind of miracle or escape. it happened so fast, the rustling of clothes, atsumu throwing off his shoes and soon enough he was diving right into the pool. you could barely whisper his name before he held you close, shielding you as the team came. you huddled closer to him as he told the rest of the team you were fine and told samu to get lost as he smirked and teased, flipping the bird as suna got that lovely candid shot before they decided to leave you two be. you couldn’t help but think maybe you had gotten it all wrong; atsumu was, in his own right, a considerate guy.

ー　ｍｉｙａ　ｏｓａｍｕ　宮治　♡

osamu wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he heard your yell, promptly followed by a splash, but this was not it. he was stunned at the state of you. your legs were replaced with a glistening tail, his eyes honing in on the way it moved, the ripples in the water adding to the wonder. you didn’t know what to do or say, looking down shamefully at your tail. you hated it, there was no way he could ever like you now. it was no secret that the miya twins had fans. pretty and normal girls. ones who wouldn’t have oddities to even just get him a drink. your chance was now lost with osamu, and you couldn’t help but want to cry. you took a deep shaky inhale, tears already starting to form. you hadn’t even confessed yet and you already felt like your heart was torn in two. you were stopped by osamu who knelt down, hand coming up to cup your face. his thumb wiping away your tears. looking at him you could tell he was sincere, knew that you were safe with him. his gaze constantly peered down to your tail, like he was hypnotised by it. you were still nervous, but any pretence of privacy was long gone. you started to move and shift, confusing osamu, until you had lifted your tail to the surface. before he could ask you nodded, signalling that it was okay. you trusted osamu, and the smile he had while running his fingers so gently over your scales confirmed to you that you really were safe. the weight lifted off your shoulders at having someone you adored, and could trust wholeheartedly, knowing your life changing secret. and as osamu stopped, shuffling over to get closer to your face and moving wet hair behind your ear, muttering a thank you, the tears that spilled from you this time were ones of happiness.

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