#hey! say! jump: last mermaid

[rafeandonlyrafe]

just add water

words: 5k

warnings: brief illusions to sex but no smut, mermaids (like h2o mermaids), tropical storm/bad weather, really fluffy hehe, australian!reader, lots of kisses omfg these bitches in LOVE!

it's one of the few things rafe does to calm himself down. sandals held in his hand, feet pressing into the cool sand with every step.

rafe looks down the beach, the moonlight reflecting off the water as the waves gently lap against the shore. he squints into the darkness when he sees movement, hoping his relaxing walk isn't going to be interrupted by someone's public intimate moment.

he continues walking, the same stretch of beach he always does, passing by familiar houses of friends and old classmates.

his vision clears as he gets closer, eyes widening when he sees you, knees pulled up to your chest as you stare into the water.

“hey.” rafe says when he's a couple yards away, not wanting to spook. you, but it fails as you gasp and jump up to standing.

“sorry.” rafe holds his hands up, trying to show that he means you no harm. “im just taking a walk on the beach.”

you take a step back, like you're making room for him to walk past, for him to continue to leave footsteps in the sand, but rafe looks closer at you as the moon shines down, light slightly illuminating from the rows of houses with porch lights or bedroom lights left on before bed.

“im rafe.” rafe can't seem to keep walking, his feet planted firmly as his eyes roam over your face. “i don't think we've met before.”

“just moved here.” you explain quickly. “im y/n.”

“you're australian?” it's more of a statement than a question, but you nod, the accent clearly giving you away.

“i was wondering why i haven't seen you before. it's a small island, everyone kinda knows everyone.” 

“yeah.” it's a signal to end the conversation, polite but firm, but again rafe can't help himself, drawn close to you looking out onto the water just as he does.

“would you like me to give you a tour of the island? tomorrow or whenever you're available.”

“that would actually be really nice.” you smile at rafe. you were worried about leaving everything you knew in australia when your parents moved you across the country, and it's perfect luck that you meet someone your very first night in the outer banks willing to show you around.

“here.” rafe pulls his phone out of his pocket. he puts it on do not disturb for his walks, pretending it's not there, not allowing it to distract him, but he needs your phone number, needs to see you again, to see if your eyes are the same enchanting twinkling of the water in the daytime.

you take his phone and put in your name and number before handing it back, hand briefly touching his, feeling warm against your slightly chilled skin, making you realize you probably should have put on more than just shorts and a tank top for relaxing at the shore at night.

“ill text you.” rafe says, giving you one last look over before taking a step back, not turning away yet, keeping his eyes on you, as if you're an apparition thats going to disappear the minute he blinks.

rafe finally turns away to walk home, not looking back. he smiles. he can feel your eyes on him.

--

you sigh as you step into the bath, sinking in as your legs morph into a tail moments after the water makes contact with you. you never realized how much you loved showers until you couldn't take them anymore.

you have a love hate relationship with your abilities. being able to manipulate the shape and volume of water, as well as enhanced breath and super speed swimming, is amazing. but having your bottom half turn into a mermaid tail every time water touches you is a hard accomodation to make when your parents love the ocean.

you wash yourself off quickly, knowing you have to get totally dry before rafe gets here to show you around the island. 

--

two weeks in the outer banks. the time feels like it's flown by. you're surprised how much you don't miss australia. your parents tended to jump around from town to town to surf, so you never developed a close group of friends either.

two weeks spent with rafe, first showing you the popular parts of the island, then his favorite areas, the spots only locals know about, filling you in on all the nicknames that can't be found with a simple google search.

the only place he hasn't shown you yet is anything out on the water. you refuse every time he offers to take you out on his boat, and his sad face breaks your heart.

“wanna go out on the boat today?” rafe asks, just as you're thinking about it, like the idea transferred from your head to his. you hope that's not a new power developing.

“sure.” you finally concede, heart fluttering when rafes face breaks into a wide smile. you are taking things slowly, despite what is clearly forming. “but no swimming.”

you hate having to lie to rafe, pretending like you don't wake up every morning and explore the waters of the outer banks before hiding under a pier to dry off. you told him you were afraid of the water, that you didn't like going in it, merely enjoying looking at it.

rafe is excited to take you out, so much so that wheezie gives him a weird look before shrugging, deciding to herself that crushes make boys do crazy things, because she's never seen her brother act like this, so enthralled.

“here, ill help you.” rafe reaches his hand out as you step into the boat. you don't want to let go as he guides you towards the bench behind the helm, allowing you to sit down as your fingers finally disconnect.

“im gonna show you everything.” rafe undoes the lines quickly before returning to you. “and by the end of your boat tour, you'll realize that the outer banks is so much better than australia.”

rafe places an arm around your back, not caring that he now has to navigate with just one as you giggle and tuck yourself into his side.

the ocean calls to you as rafe shows you different spots, the outer banks feeling so different when looking back at the land.

rafe anchors the boat at a sandbar. you look over the edge, surprised how crystal clear the water is in this area.

“there's a spring in that marshy area over there.” rafe points towards a cluster of grass. “it feeds out into the ocean here. one of the best spots in the obx.”

“it's beautiful.” you say honestly. the sun is warm against your face, tanning your skin and relaxing you, keeping you dry enough to not turn whenever a drop of water splashed over the side of the boat onto your skin.

it's dangerous to be on the boat, but you can't help it with the way rafes eyes light up as he looks at you before ripping his shirt off over his head, catapulting over the side into the water.

“rafe!” you shout as a plume of water splashes up, soaking your arm.

rafe smiles at you as he resurfaces before his expression quickly shifts to a frown when he sees you furiously rubbing a towel against your arm.

“y/n, the water isn't dirty.” rafe didn't realize how deep your fear got. he climbs back onto the boat as you stagger back, face twisting in fear as you look at rafe.

“shit, im sorry.” rafe takes a step towards you, but you back away.

“take me back, please.” you sit down at the front of the boat, making your position clear.

rafe nods, glad the water covering him is hiding the tears that well up in his eyes as he pulls the anchor.

you stay sat far away, towel wrapped around your shoulders to protect you from getting wet as rafe drives back in silence, not speaking until he has the boat tied back to the dock, now completely dry and donning his tshirt again.

“hey.” rafe kneels in front of you. “im really sorry.”

you open your mouth to reply, to tell him it's okay, but rafe continues speaking. 

“you said no swimming. i should have listened. i saw this-” rafe places a glimmering queen helmet conch shell in your lap. “at the sand bar and wanted to get it for you. so you could remember this day.”

rafe stands up, figuring this is the last time he'd see you after his mess up. “so you can remember me.”

you stand up quickly, but make sure to carefully set the shell on the seat next to you. before you can second guess your actions, before that cautious voice in your head can convince you otherwise, you press your lips against rafes, having to rise to your tiptoes to reach.

rafe hesitates for a moment before kissing back, arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you in tight to him.

--

“this is a cute spot.” you snuggle into rafes side, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, showing all of the obx that he's taken, and you're the one who's captured his eye.

“it is.” rafe hums, looking around the diner. it's not his usual place, but rafe wanted somewhere casual to take you, so you didn't have to worry about dressing up or proper etiquette for your first official date.

you order a stack of pancakes as it's around brunch time, rafe ordering a cheeseburger for himself. you smile at the waiter as they walk away before looking to rafe. “im totally gonna steal some of your fries by the way.”

“fries and pancakes?” rafe twists his face up as you giggle.

“potatoes go with everything.” you explain, like it's a commonly known fact.

“what's your favorite food?” rafe asks. he's dying to know everything about you, wanting to sit you down and run through the list of questions in his head, but he knows it's best to take things slow, to allow things to progress naturally despite wanting to ask you about your favorite color, past boyfriends, whether you're a cat or dog person and so so much more.

you're about to answer when a passing waitress stumbles, her tray of waters heading to a crowded table dumping over you, getting your entire side wet.

the waitress goes to apologize, but you're already on your feet, mental timer starting in your head as you rush to the restroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you realize it's just a single stall as you lock the door behind you moments before you fall to the ground as your tail appears.

“y/n?” rafe must have run after you as he jiggles the doorknob.

“im okay!” you call out. “just drying off. give me a minute.”

“are you sure?” you can picture rafe standing outside, ear pressed against the door.

“yeah. ill be out soon.” you try to reach up to the towel dispenser with little luck. “you better not eat all the fries before i get back.”

you're relieved to hear rafes laugh as you finally get the motion sensor to work, rubbing it over your side, letting out a sigh of relief when your tail finally transforms back into two legs.

you stand up, always feeling a bit wobbly at first, but you want to get back to rafe, to your date and most importantly as your stomach rumbles to your pancakes and fries.

“aussie cheesy potatoes.” you say as you slide into your seat. “my favorite food, aussie cheesy potatoes.”

--

i miss you

you send the text to rafe, smiling when his response bubble instantly appears.

i was just about to text you the same thing

you know you're in the honeymoon phase of your relatively new relationship, but you can't help the giggle that escapes from your lips, the way your heart starts to beat faster.

meet you halfway? rafe sends back before an image loads of a dark beach, camera pointing down the shoreline towards your house.

on my way <3

you quickly touch up your makeup in the mirror, deciding to stay in your pajamas since they're just a loose long sleeve shirt and comfortable shorts. you hesitate between putting on a pair of sneakers or sandals, ultimately deciding more coverage is the smarter option.

you are quiet when leaving your house, just in case your parents are awake. you doubt theyd care anyways, they probably haven't noticed how much you've been gone lately. you are an adult after all, but they stopped being protective the minute you were in your teens, letting you surf solo for the first time the day after your thirteenth birthday. 

you walk down the beach, keeping your steps fast as you look for rafe, breaking out into a jog when you finally see his figure emerge from the darkness.

you throw your arms around rafe as he twirls you, tucking his head into your neck, pressing kisses to your delicate skin before pulling back to connect your lips together.

“hey.” rafe smiles at you, lowering you carefully back to the ground.

“hey.” you peck his lips again in another kiss.

“you look beautiful.” rafe says earnestly, the words falling from his mouth. you're beautiful to him during the day too, but there's something about night time that makes you shine, like the moon calls to you.

“not too bad yourself handsome.” you let rafe string your fingers together before beginning to walk, back in the direction of tanneyhill.

you chat about your days as you stroll, mostly with what rafe was occupied with as he helped his dad, spending your first day away from each other since you arrived on the island. safe to say you're both falling fast.

“stay the night with me?” rafe asks when you're standing in front of tanneyhill, the large house frightening imposing.

“i don't know…” you trail off, but the smile on your face tells rafe you clearly want to.

“at least lay with me on the hammock for a while.” rafe tugs on your hand, and you find your feet following him. he lifts the mosquito netting up as you duck under, toeing your shoes off as rafe lays down.

you snuggle in next to him, sighing as you rest your head against his chest, the fabric squeezing the two of you together.

you both enjoy the gentle quiet, the sound of the waves and wind rushing through the leaves the only thing breaking into your peaceful silence, not needing words, just each other. 

sleep takes you both, warmed by your bodies wrapped together.

--

you're not sure what jolts you awake, but you're glad it happens as your eyes snap open, a drop of water hitting your cheek.

“shit…” you mumble, quickly pushing it off your skin as you look up at the gray sky, the events of last night coming back to you as you realize you're still in the hammock next to rafe. you don't want to move, you're the most comfortable you've ever been in your life, but the skies threatening to open and dump it's rain down on you has you scrambling.

“baby?” rafes voice is deep with sleep as you rush to put your shoes on, knowing the dew on the grass is going to turn you as you look towards the house.

“i-i need to pee!” you yell quickly, pushing out of the mosquito netting as you run, the rain beginning to fall. you're aware of every drop as you push some away with your abilities, but ultimately you can't stop nature as a few drops hit your back.

you aim for the glass doors, praying they're left unlocked as you burst inside, eyes widening when you see not just wheezie, who you've come to know pretty well, but the entire rest of the cameron family milling around in the kitchen.

you're seconds away from transforming as you find your voice. “bathroom.” you simply say before rushing into the closest half bath, glad you accepted the full tour from rafe one day when both ward and rose were away from the house.

“shit.” you mutter under your breath as you hear through the door that rafe has come in after you, mentioning something to his family about rain coming before the tropical storm set to hit in the next couple weeks if it doesn't change direction.

you grab the towel, neatly embroidered with their last name as you rub your back, glad it's only a couple drops as you're quickly able to exit the bathroom.

“sorry about that.” you say awkward, clasping your hands in front of you.

“i was wondering when you lovebirds would wake up or if the rain would do that for you.” ward smiles, eyes flicking between you and rafe. you let him lead the amount of affection as he walks and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“stay with us for breakfast, y/n.” rose says. clearly someone told the couple about you, most likely wheezie tattling on her brother. you just hope she said nice things.

“yeah, id love that.” you say after rafe squeezes your shoulder to let you know it's okay.

--

good morning gorgeous 

you smile at the text, grabbing your phone the second you were awake.

you quickly reply, a string of emojis that only lovesick you would type out.

there's a party this friday. come with me?

you glance at the calendar hanging on your wall. not a typical one filled with appointments or birthdays, but one charting the phases of the moon, letting you know when it's safe to be out at night. you let out a curse when you realize friday night is a full moon.

sorry baby i can't :( parents want me home to call my grandma back in australia

you can come after, yeah?

sorry rafe 

you leave it at that, hating telling him no, but you need to stay inside during the full moon.

you should totally go though! spend some time with your friends

rafe doesn't mention the party again when you meet up later that day.

--

“i got the party changed to saturday.” rafe says, his head sat in your lap as you brush your fingers through his hair.

“what?” you question, raising your eyebrows. you're sat in your bed, the afternoon sun pouring in from the open windows, watching some show on tv neither of you were truly invested in, just background noise as you look into each other's eyes.

“the party this friday. you can go saturday right?”

“yeah.” you nod, smile stretching across your lips. “yeah, i can.” you shouldn't be surprised rafe changed everyone's schedules just to fit yours, the party is at his friend's house after all.

you're excited to finally meet them, you've heard bits and pieces from rafe, but have never gotten to actually see them.

you spend the entire time you're locked in your bedroom on friday night choosing exactly what to wear, curtains drawn tight closed, even blankets thrown over for extra precaution, not allowing any of the full moon to peek inside.

you realize you made the correct decision when saturday night comes and you open the door to rafe, his jaw visibly dropping.

--

“oh my god, i was totally picturing someone different when you were talking about topper.” you whisper to rafe after walking away from his friends to find a quieter spot. you didn't even have to tell rafe that you were starting to get overwhelmed, he seemed to sense it and pulled you away, not caring that kelce was still going on about something.

“what did you picture?” rafe asks, hoping the talking will distract you from all the excitement of the party, finding an empty guest bedroom and sitting down on the bed together.

“i don't know why but dark hair.” you shrug. “and i always pictured glasses.”

rafe laughs as he leans against you, your hand coming to his hair to scratch at his head, the soft movements of your fingers comforting you just as much as rafe.

“thanks for meeting them. and coming here with me.” rafe says earnestly. he's always liked parties of course, going wild and getting drunk or high or whatever he felt like that night, grinding against different girls and ultimately taking one to bed. rafe never put together how all of that was just a distraction, that he wasn't truly happy.

“you make me happy.” rafe says, turning to look at you, eyes still twinkling, reminding him of the ocean, the moon, the most stunning gemstone, and something so uniquely you.

“rafe.” you coo, pressing your lips together. you don't come out of the guest bedroom until the morning after, giggling quietly as you sneak out of toppers house, your hair a mess and clothes askew.

--

“i just realized ive never seen you in a swimsuit before.” rafes eyes look carefully over your body, having just taken off your coverup once your arrived at the spring again, rafe vowing not to jump in again, simply enjoying laying out and tanning on the boat.

you smile at rafe, gesturing for him to get closer.

rafe crawls over the bed area at the front of the boat to hover over you, pressing his lips tightly against yours. your hands feel his muscles, skirting from his chest down to his defined abs.

“you know, there's no one else out here.” you smile up at him as you reach lower.

“naughty girl.” rafe chuckles, glancing around to make sure no boats were within view.

once you're both finished, tired and panting, skin sheened with sweat, rafe finally brings up a question he's been dying to ask.

“why don't you like the water?”

you place your chin on your hand as you turn to look at rafe, taking a moment to formulate an answer. you hate having to lie to him, but you don't want to reveal your secret yet, for rafe to look at you any differently.

“i used to love to swim, to surf.” you say honestly. “but then something happened… and it's turned me away from it. i don't even like pools.”

rafe doesn't push for more, but his face does turn to a frown, thinking about whatever happened. he's guessing you got caught in a riptide or had a near drowning experience, he would never in a million years guess that you fell into a cave exploring an island after a fight with your parents and swam through a mysterious pool to get out, waking up to surf the next day only to transform into a mermaid.

“im sorry baby.” rafe says honestly. he wishes he could fix whatever happened, to enjoy riding on a jet ski with you, or relaxing on a sandbar.

“it's okay.” you shake your head. “i like being on the boat with you.” you say. “you make me feel comfortable.”

rafe pulls you back into him, not caring if you get an uneven tan line as he kisses you again. he swears you taste like honey with the slightest hint of sea salt.

--

“we got cyclones all the time back in australia.” you tell rafe, looking out your window. the sky looks normal, no sign of a tropical storm that's supposed to be blowing in soon, thankfully it never upgraded to a hurricane.

“do you want me to come over for it anyways?” rafe smiles at you as you finish braiding your hair. “hold you just in case you get scared.”

you laugh as you stand up, dramatically falling onto the bed, placing a fanned hand on your forehead. “oh, save me rafe cameron, save me!”

rafe laughs as well, pulling you against him. your shared laughter always turns into shared kisses. it's been months now that you've been in the outer banks. you swear your accent is even diminishing ever so slightly.

but you don't miss australia. you love your life here. spending nearly every day with rafe, exploring the island and the waterways, trying out different food spots and even letting rafe give you golf lessons, despite your inability to hit the ball straight.

--

you open the door as soon as there's a knock, expecting rafe, but your face falls when you see ward standing there.

“y/n, is rafe here?” he questions, entire body soaking wet from the storm, now covered by your front porch, dripping onto the welcome mat.

“no.” you shake your head. “he should be here any minute though…”

“shit.” wards eyes are wide with worry. “he took the boat out. i was hoping he docked it here.”

“the boat?” your voice rises as your anxiety does as well. “what is he doing on the water in this storm?”

“he likes to go to the spring at the start of storms to watch them roll down the coast, but he's always back before it hits. something must have happened to the boat, i don't know.” you can tell ward is rambling. “maybe he ran out of gas or got caught in something-”

“you have to go out there and save him! the waves-” you don't need to tell ward, you're sure he knows how bad the water is going to get, how violent the storm will make the sea, even in the shallow area rafe is in.

“i can't.” he shakes his head. “i already tried the coastguard but they won't go out until the storm is over.”

“he's your son!” you argue. “you go!”

“i can't.” you can hear the pain in wards voice. “if something happens to me, sarah and wheezie will have no one.”

you know it's not an appropriate reaction, but you're so mad, so worried about rafe being out there in this mess that you slam the door right in wards face.

you walk back through your house, past the empty kitchen and dark dining room to your living room, the glass doors revealing the storm raging outside. you make a decision in that split second, opening the door and barely shutting it behind you before you take off, rain hitting you in the face. you send out a prayer to the moon to allow you to reach the water before you transform. you make it onto the sand before face planting, having to awkwardly pull yourself forward into the water.

the second you're submerged, you take off, using your speed swimming abilities to navigate through the waters and strong tides. you go faster than ever, heading in the direction of the spring and sandbar, desperate to find your boyfriend and make sure he is safe.

you see through the rain at the surface of the water his boat, letting out a sigh of relief when you see he's anchored in his usual spot.

“rafe!” you call once your surface. “rafe!” you shout again, hoping he can hear you over the roar of the wind and rain.

rafe pops up, looking over the edge, wrench in hand, clearly trying to fix whatever is wrong with his boat, a smear of oil on his forehead not washing away with the rain.

“y/n?” rafe shouts. “what the fuck are you doing?”

rafe drops the wrench, rushing closer to the edge as he looks at you. your tail flicks up. there's no hiding it anymore. you don't want to anyways. 

“babe, get out of the water theres-” rafe blinks, his eyes squinting as he realizes its not some strange fish, but in fact covering your legs.

“get in the water rafe im going to swim us back home.” you shout, eyes turning to the sky, looking down the coast. the worst of the storm hasn't hit yet thankfully. with the size of the waves coming, it's sure to capsize his boat.

“baby-” rafe swallows harshly before jumping over the side. he may not understand what's going on, but he trusts you.

you grab onto rafe, keeping his head above the surface as you swim. it's slower getting back pushing him with you, but you go as fast as your tail will allow.

“you're a mermaid.” rafe says simply when you get back to shore, deciding to go to your house instead of tanneyhill, just in case ward is looking out his windows for rafe to return.

“go inside, ill be okay in the water.” you tell rafe, just needing to make that final couple steps onto the sand.

“im not leaving you out here.” rafe simply says, glancing to your tail before back at your face. he scoops you up in his arms, holding you tight to his chest as he carries you onto land, despite how heavy your tail is.

you hold onto rafes shoulders as he brings you inside. he sets you down on the plush rug in the living room as gently as possible.

“the tail doesn't go away until im dry again.” you lift your fin up and down as the rain pounds against the windows.

“ill get some towels.” rafe is ridiculously calm, coming back and patting you down in silence until your legs reappear.

“im sorry for not telling you earlier.” you say with a whisper, hand reaching out to hold rafes, shifting to sit up. “i-i love you rafe, but i understand if you want to break-”

you can't even finish your sentence as rafe leans in, pressing your lips together. “i love you too.”

--

“is that the right part?” you ask rafe, leaning yourself against the ladder as he fixes the engine on the boat, somehow it managed to stay anchored at the sandbar.

“we'll see right now.” rafe cranks the key, letting out a cheer when it turns on.

you smile as he jumps over the side in a dramatic celebration before resurfacing and shaking his wet hair out of his face.

“okay, you gotta show me again.” rafe stands on the sandbar as you swim around him, tail flicking back and forth.

you concentrate on a spot of water, lifting it into the air before popping it like a bubble, sending droplets raining down.

“you're the most amazing person ive ever met.” rafe says. “most amazing mermaid.” you correct him with a giggle and a splash of your tail.

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[aphroditesmoon]

Hi!! Same person who requested the Hades oneshot lol! I loved it alot and I know it's like super early to request another but I wanna get this out before I forget ^^. Okay so what about a Fem!Reader who is a mermaid or siren. Poseidons daughter, who is usually aggressive to anyone who enters her waters but Clarisse somehow is dating her, reader only has a soft spot for clarisse so when they need to cross her waters during capture the flag only clarisse can convince her ^^.(also reader often adopts random fish and clarisse is always swarmed with them when in her pond/waters.) Thank you!!

love letters from the sea to the shore

clarisse la rue x fem!siren!reader

warnings: reader doesn't like demigods, possibly ooc clarisse.

wc: 2k

a/n: i hope u like this🩷🎀

If there's one thing you hate more than demigods is their little capture the flag game. You view these half breeds as unresponsible, mischievous, and disrespectful beings.

You never saw the appeal in gods mingling with mortals and making children with them when they are so many other creatures they could be with.

Your father have tasked you into protecting the waters, and that is who you are. Lady of the lake, guardian of the sea.

The job isn't exactly glamorous, it have been more than a few time that you have caught some sneaky, filthy demigods canoodling in the waters, making out or doing worse.

Your ways into scaring them to leave have gotten less and less subtle as the years pass by and more aggressive. A few weeks ago, you had come close into strangling a kid from the Hermes cabin who had thrown his empty Snickers wrapper into the sea. You were deeply reprimanded by Chiron that same day.

You never see the boy near the waters anymore since that event.

But today...today is different. Every year, the demigods participate in the game of Capture the flag, and though every year they would try and use different routes and strategies, passing through the waters is always necessary. Which meant that whether you liked it or not, the demigods would pollute your waters anyways.

"I'm not going in." You could hear the kids argue among themselves. "Last time someone did, they got jumped by that thing."

"Mermaids don't jump, dumbass." His brother countered, only to be corrected by a familiar voice; "She's not a mermaid, she's a siren, and we don't have a choice."

Both of them were right. You would try and scare anyone who dares enter in, but you would let them in sooner or later. Even though you knew that rules must be abided.

"Move aside, I'll talk to her." Clarisse spoke again.

You weren't that close to land, but swam up nearer when you heard her approaching your territory. "Hey-hello?", she called out as her feet steps into the water.

"Lady...protector, I ask permission to speak to you." The daughter of Ares spoke as if she was unfamiliar with you, and either it was because her siblings were there or because she still considers the concept of your relationship a strange anonymity.

You knew who Clarisse was, you first met her 2 years ago. You wish you could say that she's different from the other obnoxious children, but she isn't.

The girl is as foolish as she is brave. She did not believe in other's warning to tread carefully around the waters, and so when you appeared despite her doubt that you would, she ran off in fear just like all the kids before her.

But a day after that, she came back.

She sat by the edge of dry land and waited for you to appear. And when you did, the same anxiety you've seen on many people's faces before was etched on hers.

But she did not run off that time, instead she gave you an apology, and a gift. A string bracelet made of tiny seashells. An offering, she called it. As if you were one of the gods.

You told her to stop collecting seashells, but thanked her for it anyway.

Since that day, she would come down ny the water more often, not too much that it'll annoy you, but enough times for you to grow a liking for her.

Some nights, when you're in a good mood, you'd even let her meet your sea creature friends. Not a lot of people manage to get close enough to not scare the fishes and crabs.

You are not in a good mood today.

Small waves were sent back up as a response to Clarisse, but it seemed that she needed more. "We need to cross the water." She informed, straight to the point.

She knew you wouldn't be answering her verbally, it isn't like you to appear in broad daylight. You kept the waves coming to indicate your presence and waited for her to speak again.

"Let us pass quickly, and we won't bother you for the whole year again." Clarisse attempted to bargain.

The truth was, she didn't need to ask you at all and you would've still let her pass. But she didn't know that and neither does her siblings, so you act as if you're still contemplating her deal. A few minutes later, the waves slowed down until they completely stopped, a finalised decision has been made.

"Is that a no?" Her brother asked. They couldn't read you like they could.

"Just get in the water." Clarisse instructed with an annoyed sighh as she lead the way, letting the waters surround her legs. That was another thing you had in common with her, you both agree that everyo e else in camp is insufferable.

You watched them waddle their way through from below, hidden from the side of the sea until eventually, they crossed over to dry land, getting closer and closer to the flag.

No one else tried to enter the waters again for the rest of the day. And 20 minutes after you had granted Clarisse safe passage, you could hear the cheers coming from the red coloured team.

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As midnight approaches the hour, a rare sight comes into view around your space.

Fireflies dances above the large body of water, glowing over the places where the moonlight couldn't.

It's time like this where the most glorious parts of nature would come out of their hiding, the quiet is inviting. And the peace, comforting.

This has been your life since you could remember. And you were content with it. Despite your mother merely being a siren, your father acknowledged you and gave you responsibilities that he'd only give to people he trusted. The creatures of the water and the trees are your friends, a distraction for boredom and repetition.

And though you've had no problem repeating the same cycle of routine daily, you only knew what yearning meant after you met Clarisse La Rue.

Before her, you never knew what it felt like to wake up waiting on the best part of the day. You never knew what loneliness had meant up until you met her.

Only after Clarisse, did you realize empty and unfulfilling your life had really been. To be so good at what you're doing and yet, not having anyone who notices it or to care for you the way you've been caring for the sea and rivers.

But the thing with Clarisse is you never know when she's gonna come. It's impossible for her to visit you ever night, what with Chiron's guarding. And she had her own life apart from you.

Your infatuation with her soon lessened moderately when you realized just how ridiculous it is for you to assume that she views you as more than anything but a fascinating mythical creature, but your liking for her never truly leaves you.

You were not expecting her tonight, knowing full well how taxing and tiring their little game was. The children would all sleep like babies tonight.

And yet, from where you're sat, back leaning against a boulder, you hear her footsteps entering your grounds.

You tilt your head slightly, sneaking a glance at her before you turn back to your front, watching the fireflies disappear and the fishes lurking near your feet.

You felt her presence behind you and said nothing. It isn't uncommon for you to be silent around her, after all there is a risk of you accidentally affecting her with your voice.

You only turned to her when she knelt down to your left. Her face is shadowed by the darkness, without the fireflies, it was harder to see things.

"Hey." She greeted in a hushed tone. You stare at her quietly, responding to her in your mind. "I wanted to see you tonight, to thank you." Clarisse explained.

Her team had won, thanks to your cooperation. You offered her a small smile, something that is rare even between the two of you. Clarisse grinned back, encouraged by your positive attitude.

"I know how much you hate it when there's people over. You didn't have to let us cross, but you did."

You did have to let her cross, there are rules even you had to follow. But she didn't need to know that. Plus, if it were anyone else, you would've made it harder for them to cross.

The tiny goldfishes are surrounding your lower half that's still soaked inside the water, as if guiding you back under, you ignore them as your eyes remain on Clarisse. She looked beautiful like this, with her hair down and sleepy eyes that only you have the privilege to see before the sun rises.

She was pulling something out of her pocket suddenly and fixing her sitting position."I also got you something, a gift."

You had expected this. Clarisse often came to you with little gifts. Flowers, shiny rocks, dead butterflies.

Her hands are wrapped around the item strategically to hide it from you. If she was trying to get you excited, it's working. You push your neck out to try and get a peak on it, but it's gripped closely.

Clarisse pushes her hands outband slowly opened up her palms to you, exposing a circular bracelet, covered in a bright yellow colour.

"Gold." You noted aloud and looked up at her. "It is. Do you like it?" She asks, smiling.

You nod your head once and extend your wrist to her.

Clarisse easily puts it on over your hand, the size fitting perfectly. You wondered if this notion have somehow changed something in your relationship, but didn't know how to ask.

"I had someone from the Hephaestus cabin to make this for you. I wanted it to mean something...not just for you, but for me too." She had said it all so well, your heart skipped a beat over her words.

Clarisse probably didn't know, but for your species, gifting and offerings are usually considered as courting methods. And so you found it genuinely amusing how easy it is for her to be going around, getting you stuff unprompted.

You also had a gift for her. Something you've been keeping to yourself for months, contemplating on whether or not you should actually give it to her.

But it's been sitting down deep in the water, safely waiting to be retrieved.

And so without saying anything, you moved away from her and dived into the waters. You made sure to be quick, swiftly reaching for the closed shell into your palms.

And as you make your way back up onto the shores, you see that Clarisse is thankfully, still waiting.

Your fingers found hers as you tried to climb back up onto dry land. She does not hesitate to wrap her long arms under your elbow, pulling you up towards her.

Once you're seated next to her again, you nudged the shell onto her hand and waited for her to open it. Clarisse cracked open the pouch and opened her mouth to let out a soft breathy sigh at the sight of a singular white pearl that sat inside of it.

"Are you...giving this to me?" She asks, turning her head towards you. You nodded as a yes.

"You know, I think this would make a decent ring." She tells you, thumbing the stone. You raise your hand up to lightly graze over her collarbones. "You think I should make it a necklace?"

You nod again. Clarisse seemed pleased at how engaging you've been throughout this whole meeting, trying her best to coax a conversation out of you.

There are so many things you want to tell her of. Things you aren't ready to tell her yet. And so for now, whatever this is would have to be enough.

Clarisse shoves the pearl into her back pocket after. “Thank you.” She says gratefully. The silence was no longer excruciating nor suffocating. Instead it is loud in unsaid confessions and comfort in understanding.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #dior goodjohn #dior goodjohn x reader

[honkytonk-hangman]

In Sickness...

Jake Seresin x Aviator!Reader

Summary: Jake feels his pulse jump and his stomach fly when he talks to or about you. Obviously, this must mean he's gravely ill.

Notes: mentions of a cheating boyfriend, jake convinced he's sick when really he is in loooveeee

Masterlist

“Hey, Hangman, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Jake, despite his usual goal of doing everything in his power to get on Phoenix’s nerves, finds himself ignoring the need to be quite annoying. His antics aside, he knew his fellow aviator well enough by now to recognise when she was up for his shit, and when she absolutely wasn’t.

That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be a little bit of a douchebag, though.

“Give me a second, Trace, I’ll need to start my timer.” he makes a show of observing his watch and starting a countdown from sixty seconds. Phoenix ignores him, and in place of possibly giving him a dead arm, she instead comes to a stop in front of him, her arms crossing over her chest in a way that was just a Natasha Thing, and not actually a sign of closed body language-thing

“You’re going to be at Mav and Penny’s later, right?” she asks, even though he knows he’s never given the impression of having any other plans, and she knows it. Jake simply nods, still pretending to count down.

“Right. Well… maybe take it easy on Cricket tonight, okay?” Phoenix asks him, her voice soft and quiet in a manner that makes Jake mess up his countdown, and subsequently drop his wrist and the bit entirely.

“I’m under the impression that I always take it easy on my favourite member of the orthopteran insect family,” he poses, and it's not untrue. He didn’t snipe with Cricket like he did with the others, mostly because she never sniped back, so trying to maintain a faux adversarial relationship would just be boring. No, Cricket was far sweeter and more wholesome than literally anyone he’d ever met, like Elle Woods had a lovechild with Barbie, and instead of banter, he’d found it irresistible and perpetually rewarding to tease her about her Certified Disney Princess status.

(Jake will never let her forget the time a small child at the beach approached her to ask if she was a mermaid, and that wasn’t even the only instance he’d witnessed something like that happening.)

 Phoenix shifts uncomfortably in front of him and purses her lips.

“Look, just… give her a break tonight,” she pushes. Jake frowns even deeper, his own mood becoming solemn now.

“What's wrong? Is she alright?” the questions leave his mouth before he can really consider perhaps only asking one, to keep some semblance of cool. Phoenix dances from foot to foot again and nods, but then quickly makes the universal noise, gesture and expression of ‘well, no, actually’.

“She, uh, broke up with her boyfriend a few days ago.” Nat reveals, and oddly, it's the last thing Jake was expecting to hear, and the last thing he’d expect her to divulge to him.

“Oh.” he says, a little unsure of what else to say. Blinking rapidly, Phoenix starts nodding again, this time in a sort of commiserating manner, as if they often gossiped.

“Yeah, she came home to find the prick was fucking one of his colleagues…” She all but spits the words. Her hands form fists where they’re still tucking into her folded arms.

“She's actually really torn up about it, but you know Cricket. She’s not very good at not being positive, you know? So she’s just bottling it up, and I figured, maybe your usual game with her might not be so lighthearted right now. You know she would never tell you if you actually hurt her feelings, so…” Phoenix manages to catch herself before she descends into a full on ramble.

In all the years he’d known her, Jake had only ever witnessed Phoenix fully ramble once, several years ago back in Lemoore, when she and Halo had downed eight shots in ten minutes, and she then proceeded to give him a thirty minute TEDTalk about how cockroaches were basically just incredibly simple AI machines, interrupted every so often when she dozed off against his shoulder, only to pick right back up like nothing had happened.

Pushing the memory aside, Jake takes in her words slowly before at last he releases a deep breath.

He actually finds himself a little taken aback by the sheer depth of anger that lances through him at the thought of Cricket being treated like that. Nobody deserves to be cheated on, but Cricket was simply someone that Jake doesn’t believe anything bad should ever happen to. Around the same time he comes to this conclusion, Jake also becomes aware that as his anger simmers down, he’s struck with the need to seek out his squadmate, and comfort her, something which, if Jake is honest with himself, is not something he has much experience with. He was much more likely to offer space to someone in need, so this sudden urge causes his brow to furrow.

Jake chooses to compartmentalise this oddness for now, but makes a mental note for later to figure out when exactly he’d developed such a strong fondness for Cricket, and more importantly, how exactly that had happened without him knowing.

For now, Jake just gives Pheonix a level nod, and what he hopes is an expression she takes to mean he understands. He then tries to get a hold of his rogue fondness and leashes it with what he thinks is a brotherly, friendly reaction, a more normal reaction for him to have towards his squadmate.

“Does she want him punched or something?” he asks, feeling as though anything more would reveal too much of his scattered, fond thoughts. Jake purses his lips when he realises that ‘fondness’ was quickly becoming an understatement he’ll have to address at some point.

Phoenix's lips curve into a genuine smile, and she chortles softly, shaking her head.

“Well, you’ll have to get in line if she does. I’ve got first dibs.” she states, cracking her knuckles and then her neck, making Jake snort, and shrug, glad to know that perhaps he wasn't the only one suddenly feeling protective.

“I’m sure we could come up with a wrestlemania-worthy finishing move, a la The Hardy Boys to sort him out.” Jake chortles, imagining he and Nat in matching championship belts, and ignoring her raised eyebrow. He knows from that one movement alone that she is filing this information about him away to whip out like a trap card, but compared to the other information she might have gleaned from his reaction to the situation, he doesn’t care so much.

(Besides, Jake felt no shame about his love for Attitude-Era WWE, and if he ever gets the chance to repay her for the thirty minutes of cockroach facts he could have lived his whole life without needing to know, well, now he knew exactly what his topic of choice would be.)

Four hours later, Jake, for some reason, cannot stop thinking about his conversation with Phoenix. He tried chalking it up to the fact that it was an unusual request she’d made of him, but he knows that is bull. Jake is far too invested all of a sudden in your personal life, in your feelings, in a way that honestly, he never has been before. Or at least, has never realised before, because the more Jake lingers on the idea that you were cheated on, he has to confront the fact that these feelings might just have been there all along, and that actually, your happiness and wellbeing are extremely important to him.

He keeps his distance when you arrive with Halo at Penny and Mav’s, but he eyes you hawkishly anyway, uncaring if he’s obvious about it or not. He wants to believe that if he hadn’t known, he’d have spotted your much more reserved demeanour immediately, but honestly, he's not really sure of anything now when it comes to you. Jake isn’t sure if Phoenix spoke to the others, if he was just the last to know, but there is an air of tenderness in the way the others greet you, which wasn't entirely unusual in itself, yet the softness is palpable even from where he sits on the other side of the yard.

He watches you put on a good show, smiling sweetly at Penny as she rushes over to say hello, but the moment you dont think others are paying attention, your features fall and Jake decides that it is basically unacceptable for you to look that sad ever again.

When you disappear through the backdoor, to put the share platter you’ve bought into the fridge he assumes, Jake doesn’t even excuse himself from the conversation he’s supposedly in before he’s beelining for the house. Behind him, he can vaguely hear Javy and Payback protest, but he doesn’t pay them any mind.

Jake steps through the sliding back doors quietly, closing the door behind him and shutting out the rest of the barbeque, if only for a few minutes. He moves softly through the small back room and towards the kitchen, once more surprised to find out just how pleased he is when you turn to look at him right away. That was new… or was it? Jake thinks perhaps he should stop trying to figure things out.

“Hey! Jake!” you greet cheerfully, and he’s comforted a little that your smile reaches your eyes.

“I didn’t catch you this afternoon, so I didn't get to find out your fruit platter preference, but Javy told me anything but pineapple–” you launch right away into friendly conversation, and oddly, this small normality brings him comfort too, after his afternoon of quiet worry. Jake nods at your words as you continue explaining your fruit platter, and if he hadn't other things on his mind, he would have voiced his amusement at the fact you’d somehow managed to cut or arrange all the fruits into the shape of jets.

Anger bubbles in him once again, at the idea that anybody would do anything to cause you to be upset. You, who cuts fruit into themed shapes, and who makes sure to ask every member of the team their food preferences, and who, he’s almost certain, has made the yoghurt dip you're currently unwrapping completely from scratch just for this casual get together.

How could any sane person know you, know how sweet and caring and fundamentally, altogether good you are, and still choose to do something that would hurt you?

More importantly, how could a man be with you and want anyone else?

Jake takes a step forward and fixes you with what he hopes is not an expression that reflects his inner anger, but gives off something more like softness. He’s not sure he’s ever really had a serious conversation with you before, especially not one that wasn't about work, so he’s surprised how natural it feels to show you something more genuine than his usual playful amusement.

“Are you alright?” he hears himself ask you, almost regretting it when your expression drops immediately, and you look away from him, back to your fruit platter which you now seem to be pointless rearranging just so you don't have to look at him. You attempt to wave him off after a few moments, plastering a smile on and scrunching your nose as you continue to not look at him.

“I’m okay. Really. Things weren’t right for a while, so it’s sort of a relief, really.”

Jake thinks that maybe in a few months time, those words might actually be believable, but Phoenix was right. You were such a naturally happy and uplifting person, it’s clear to Jake that you were struggling to let yourself be sad or angry about it all.

You seem to be expecting him to speak, because you glance back at him several times before you seem to really get a look at his face, at which point you stop messing with your platter and turn to face him properly.

“Thank you for asking, though, I… I really appreciate that,” you murmur, wringing your hands together, before realising what you’re doing and smoothing them out over your sundress instead. Jake feels his pulse speed up. Or maybe it slows, he’s not sure, he just knows that his heart beat becomes irregular, and before he knows what he's doing, he’s stepping even closer towards you.

“Cricket,” he begins, a frown beginning to crease his brow, which your eyes flicker to consciously, as if you were concerned about his feelings. “Just say the word, and his nose will be irreparably broken. For the rest of his life he’ll be telling people it's an old football injury. Maybe he’ll even need surgery to fix it enough that it’s even remotely normal again,” Jake watches your eyes widen and blink as he speaks, but he makes sure to keep any trace of humour from his voice, so you properly understand just how serious he’s being. “Hell, it doesn't even need to be his nose. I’ll break his collarbone, I've heard that's the most painful in the long run…”

When you let out a soft sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh, Jake almost thinks he needs to rephrase his offer, but your soft smile and the almost shy look you shoot at him before you drop your gaze for a moment assures him you understood that he wasn’t joking, even a little.

“Sometimes…” you purse your lips and frown, struggling to find the right words, but you begin wringing your hands slowly again and the movement seems to lend you some confidence. “Sometimes I really wish I could be more like Phoenix… or, more like anybody else, really–” Jake has to physically clamp his mouth shut to stop himself protesting that point and let you talk.

“Sometimes, I wish I was someone who would take you up on that offer. I… I feel like I should want to want that… but I don’t…” you trail off and sigh again, but this time, the exhale seems to take a weight off your chest, like simply admitting these feelings out loud was what you really needed.

You look back up at him properly, and smile again. Jake thinks his pulse has stopped altogether now, and begins to seriously consider reporting to medical first thing Monday morning.

“But, I promise that if I ever change my mind about the severe breaking of certain bones, I’ll know exactly who to talk to.” Your smile widens just slightly, a little mischievous almost, like even just joking about it was very cheeky of you. Jake on the other hand, just believes it to be the only correct course of action.

He opens his mouth to respond, but you begin talking again, dropping your fidgeting hands to hang more relaxed at your sides.

“A lot of my life I haven’t really been surrounded by people who’ve looked out for me, or folks who I can really trust… and I know we’re not really friends, more like work friends, but–” you suddenly cut yourself off and shake your head with a little chortle.

“It doesn’t matter, ignore me–”

“–We’re friends.” Jake can’t stop himself from protesting this time. You blink at him like this is surprising to you. “We are friends, Cricket… I know I–” Jake cuts himself off like you had just done and grinds his teeth a little. This was not a conversation he went around having very often, if ever, at all. “You know I wouldn’t poke fun at you if I didn’t care. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think we were friends,” he says, hoping his words didn’t give away exactly how much he cared. You seem to search his face, but you’re nodding, as if he was the one who needed assuring in this situation.

Jake starts to wonder then if he was actually becoming seriously ill, and all of his reaction to this afternoon has just been one big fugue episode. That idea is genuinely more believable to him at this moment, that Jake is really, actually currently unconscious in the on base hospital, with a skyrocketing fever and some other terrible things, than all of this sudden personal change and inner realisation happening so naturally and smoothly and without him having a say in it.

But then you’re smiling at him again, bright and genuine and all thoughts of climbing fevers and sudden illness evaporate. As sad as it sounds, Jake would never dream of you smiling at him like that, the sight so affecting and sweet that he could never come up with on his own. However, he does conclude he’ll probably be seeing it a lot in his dreams from now on. He thinks this should cause panic in him, he should not be planning to dream about one of his squad mates smiling at him, but unsurprisingly to him now, panic is the furthest thing he feels about it.

“Well, I just know that I’m not always good at asserting myself, but I know that you guys… you guys will do it for me.” You give a little shrug. Jake feels a little shame then, that he’s worked with you for several months now and has not once picked up on the fact that you were completely aware of your own tendency to be a bit of a pushover.

It dawns on him that every time he teased you for being ‘too nice’, and every time you laughed or shook your head in amusement, the real joke was on him. It’s a joke that Jake doesn't find particularly funny right now. He’s not sure he ever will.

“Sorry, I’m being so dramatic and grim!” you say suddenly, and this time your mood change isn’t fake or put on. Jake shakes his head at you, and at last feels some of his regular programming begin to seep back in. He chooses to make a show of leaning back against the counter and carefully crosses his arms over his broad chest in a way that he knows looks incredibly sexy (Javy has assured him), a small smirk slowly spreading over his features.

“Cricket,” he drawls out slowly, somewhat relieved that he feels more himself again. You double take as you look back up at him from where you’ve started fiddling with your fruit platter again, your eyes blinking rapidly as you now quickly try to avoid his whole side of the room. Jake’s grin grows ever so slightly when he has your attention, even if you seem too nervous to look at him now.

Unlike most of the women Jake had worked with, you didn't seem to try to, or perhaps you simply were unable to, hide the effect Jake had on you, how he could so easily make you flustered. It's not something he’s totally unfamiliar with, after all, plenty of women around the Hard Deck were the exact same, but the fact that you aren't some civilian looking to get laid, and are in fact one of the best aviators he knows, makes it all the sweeter.

(Jake had once tried to reconcile the way you handled yourself in the air, with the way you were at all other times, but he could never quite do the maths on it, so it was better for his brain if he didn't think about it at all.)

Honestly, Jake knows his getting a reaction out of you is an act of self ego-stroking, but he loved making a spectacle of himself, just to watch how you would sputter and go all mushy, and if he’s even more honest, a big part of his enjoyment lay in the thought that perhaps, he was doing you a favour, giving you something to think about, boyfriend be damned. He supposes he doesn’t need to worry about that being a problem anymore.

Jake then pauses then, and wonders when exactly you having a boyfriend had become a ‘problem’, a threat to him specifically, because the more he thinks about the idea now (hypothetical as it is), the more his skin starts to itch under his shirt.

Perhaps he was getting sick after all.

“Yes, Jake?” you ask, still avoiding looking his way, and trying to use a tone of voice that was either exasperated or ignorant, but your slightly higher pitch gives you away.

“You didn’t say that I was your friend, too,” he faux complains, watches you shake your head a little, but fail completely at keeping the smile off of your face.

With your platter now deemed ready, you pick it up and turn toward him, holding it out for him to take. Jake, without thought, does so.

“You are my friend, too, Jake,” you tell him, far more sincerely this time, and Jake feels his pulse do that odd thing again. He swallows thickly, and nods, before you direct him out the back door.

For the rest of the afternoon, Jake can’t help but hover, never moving too far away from where you are, and when he doesn’t have an excuse to linger close to you, he always keeps one eye directed your way.

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[joaofelix70]

A CRESCENT LOVE, AN EPHEMERAL PASSION | joão félix sequeira.

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

author's notes: after the win against luxemburgo, where portugal national team set the record of goals, his ex just posted "mysterious" pics with floki, his dog. joão was also there, almost hidden, actually. we all know she always does it, never assuming anything maturely, but instigating the frustration of the fans who care about him and to make every gossip website and tv show talk about it, just like a teenager who wants attention would act. basically, this inspired me. i really don't hate anyone, by the way. even thought influencers who don't spread any impactful content and nepobabies with no talent and only standard beauty annoys me, i can't lie.

warnings: bad language (of course it's joão saying the words), chaotically humorous almost all the time, but also involving sadness and angst. implicit sex reference, i guess? maybe?

what do you feel when you hear my name? shame? embarrassment?

does your brain even bring you any sign or memory involving me?

do you ever think about me?

are your moments with her comparable to ours?

can we talk? can we communicate?

is it my fault? do you miss me?

your head was drunk for the whirlwinds of questions that piled up and get bigger, like waves. they seemed to be drowning you. the glowing light and peace of your woody brown gaze gives you triggers. his smile remains embedded, in your heart, an eternal home. the numbness and wrapping of his lips, every inch of his tanned skin and firm muscles being appreciated and admired by you. his hair was shiny, soft and full by the salty waters of the european beaches: always caressed for you. his laughs at you giving him the most silly and lazy hairstyles, with you pretending to be a professional who was filming your customer to tiktok.

“do that pose! yes, your hand against your face! now, give me that playboy eye. just like that! you’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

when you get carried away in the game ‘who am i?’ and tried so hard doing the mimes, jumping excitedly and demonstrating your animation in a loud tone, before covering your own mouth and feigning naturalness, just to repeat the same instant acts.

when you made joão watch your random dances as soon as you won at uno and he’d tell how hilarious you were. when you cooked your regional foods and desserts for félix, his brother who’s hugo, alex — the photographer — diogo from the movemind channel and all of his friends. when he used to hold your face, rest his touch on your waist and thighs. tracing his fingerprints across your scalp, reveling in the ethereal smell of your hair, laying his lips against your entire face and stature, exalting you completely: from your ears, neck, collarbone, belly, legs and even your feet. being a gentleman, joão opened the car door for you, he intertwined the hands of you both in every single opportunity and helped you eat: having the cutlery for you to open your mouth and giving you support with the napkin. when you did his goal celebration. when the two of you invented a handshake, along with various inside jokes. for example, when joão posted many videos of him swimming and playing in the ocean.

“hey, flounder! ‘the little mermaid’? i loved it!”

“why am i not your ariel, tho?”

“why you didn’t say you’d prefer to be eric of the real life?”

“give me some respect, i’m the protagonist of this shit!”

“slay, king!”

you remember singing the songs that played in his car in the most chaotic way, using his hand as a microphone and taking the opportunity to kiss all over it and his fancy bracelets. you offered him affection biting his skin and enjoyed acting like his personal masseuse. you called him ‘my prince of portugal’.

“please, don’t become a stranger.” your last words, face to face. the intensity of the summer weeks of vacation, which were already ending, consuming you.

“you know i’d never do that. look, you’re such a unique person, and even though we’re gonna go back to our busy routines, i still wanna keep you in my life. i still wanna be that close to you.” joão declared and they both found comfort in each other’s arms. his perfume granted the beg leave and penetrated your lungs, giving you life. you felt like you shouldn’t let it go, but there was nothing else to accomplish. you were single, so was he. you ask yourself if everything would be different. maybe if you had tried your lips once again: asking him to give a chance to them, to have more. to not leave what you went through, together, in the box of forgotten memories. would that really suffice, though?

"it's obvious that you’d choose the blonde influencer with light eyes, slender body and member of a rich family. the one who was with a formula 1 racer days before she went to meet you. before you just disappear from my life, without saying anything. the one that doesn't show an ounce of authenticity and, of course, affective responsibility. who am i in comparison to her?! right, joão?" your voice flashed the disparity of fragility and indignation, trembling hands clutching the phone.

“y/n, listen to me. you’d never understand it, okay? you’re not inside this relationship, me and her are. you’re seeing it from the outside, just like everyone else. yeah, she was hanging out and making out with other people. so was i with you. but then, some things changed.” john seemed to be busy. echoes of other people's voices ran through the call.

“nothing has happened between us since the vacation, joão. what doesn’t make sense because i thought you were liking me. i only think about you!” you vented out and received silence. his answers tried to become existent and complete. he stammered, the audible sound of his familiar backwards cap being pulled off and his honey-colored hair being rubbed against his own fingerprints.

“do you think i don’t like you? holy shit, y/n. i even thought we could have so much more. a future together and everything. i think about you and i swear in the name of my family, and i already said that they mean the fucking world to me. the thing is: there’s something that still keep me going back to her. i don’t know if it’s because i’m with her since i was younger, but…”

“joão, this is emotional dependence. i’m sorry to tell you this, however, it’s necessary. i care about you. you’re so internally and externally beautiful, precious, successful and talented. you deserve better!” you interrupted him, stepping back and forth.

“y/n, i love her. when i looked at you…”

“she’s all that you see, right?”

“hm… yeah…” félix found himself in a bind. paralyzed, he remained without an answer for a while. the coldness of the material of his gold necklace touches his tongue: a way to combat the nervousness that generates the gnawed nails.

“my toxic behavior wants to help and fix you so badly, but i know i can’t get more involved than that. i’m not the one for you.” the words reproduced by yourself reinforced the fragmentation of your heart.

“j, baby… are you coming or not? i’m waiting for you, floki is waiting for his dad!” you heard that female voice call to him and realized the way that just this factor made his breathing destabilize.

“i think this is officially the end of whatever we had, joão. goodbye!” your voice was unstable and he realized it: sharp as deep, transparent and suffocating waters.

“i wish you the best, y/n. i apologize for not being what you expected, what you needed, and…”

“caralho, joão! que merda! (holy fuck, joão! what the hell?). come on, give me your phone!” the girl began to rant. her heels against the floor were exclamatory. she was running out of patience.

the call is over. again, you were superimposed on the ocean of blazing tears. you tried to convince yourself that everything went the way it was supposed to be.

but was it for real?

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Of Dreams and Dances

Holland March x Reader

Part 2 of a collab with the absolutely stunning @ken-dom after a freaky coincidence about a dream and a movie we both love... about coincidences

Read her beautiful fic and Part 1 Come Back To Me to truly understand our emotional roller coaster we hopped on together ❤️

Just a heads up, it's a tad angsty, and mentions of death, alcohol, and loss.

He wasn’t typically a bouncing ray of sunshine on a regular day, but the last week or so he had been particularly quiet.

You let out a heavy sigh standing at the kitchen sink, staring out into the dismal day that presented itself before you; it had been raining on and off for three days, today it was just overcast, but the dreary weather had been doing nothing for Holland’s solemn mood you had noticed.

You glanced into the living room drying your hands on a towel, music playing softly over your shoulder as you hung it back in place.

Holly, Holland’s daughter from his first (and only) marriage sat with her feet tucked under her, curled in the big armchair engrossed in her book, a Stephen King novel you had recommended to her a few weeks ago you noted; she had a bit of a spooky streak in her like you did…this made you smile.

You grabbed one of the plates with a grilled cheese sandwich off the counter and took it in to her; it took her a minute to realize you had been standing there offering her the plate. You chuckled to yourself when she jumped a little, finally seeing you.

“Good book?”

She nodded taking the plate “Thanks”

You smiled “Just remember, vampires aren’t real”

She scoffed as you turned back toward the kitchen to finish cleaning up “Neither are mermaids” she muttered under her breath burying her nose back in the pages.

“Don’t tell your dad” you call over your shoulder

“Tell her dad what?” Holland asks, barging through the front door like only he can.

“Mermaids aren’t real” she says from her spot on the chair, not bothering to glance up from her book until Holland snatches half of her uneaten sandwich off the plate resting on the arm “Hey!”

He makes a face at her as you come out of the kitchen with a second plate “I made you one too, you don’t have to steal from your daughter”

Before Holland can take the plate, Holly reaches up replacing the missing half of her sandwich; Holland takes the plate in one hand, the other arm locking itself firmly around your waist, the half sandwich he’d stolen off Holly’s plate already gone.

“Jesus Christ Holland, chew” you look at him as he kisses your temple swallowing the last of his mouthful.

He waves a hand dismissively releasing you from his hold as he heads towards the bedroom, plate in hand. “Gonna take a nap”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head as he disappears “Love you!” you call after him

A long pause. “Sure thing, sweetheart!” comes his response from somewhere in the bedroom

You sigh, flopping on the couch, turning on the television and flipping channels waiting for something to catch your attention.

“He loves you too, y’know”

“Hmm?” You turn your attention to Holly, her legs draped over the arm of the chair now, empty plate on the floor

“He’s just afraid to say so” she continues, thumb keeping her place in her book “Because of Mom and stuff”

You give her a look and she just nods “I know, don’t say, and stuff” she mimics Holland as she rolls her eyes

You laugh lightly acknowledging her statement with a nod “I know he does”

It’s quiet for a minute before Holly speaks again, this time her voice is a little softer, a little quieter. “It’s her birthday tomorrow”

She’s dropped her head, she’s not looking at you anymore; she doesn’t want to see your reaction, doesn’t want to make eye contact; so much like her dad.

All at once Holland’s recent behavior makes sense, he never coped with his emotions well.

You knew when you met him he had been married before; Holly had very snidely pointed out the fact when you had first met her, you were quite certain she was convinced you were there to do nothing more but ruin Holland’s life.

She has since warmed up to you, confided in you even.

You never asked about his wife, but you knew tidbits,

You knew she had died, tragically, something Holland blamed himself for with a gut wrenching guilt that made your chest hurt.

Holly had told you late one night when you found her in an abandoned lot in their old neighbourhood, their old house it had turned out….

There had been a gas leak, and a fire. “Dad had his nose thing, so he couldn't smell the gas” Holly had said, before quickly changing the subject.

You had found out later, on a night when Holland had been completely consumed with guilt, drunk, and inconsolable, that he had only had time to get Holly out of the house.

***

Your mouth dropped open, hearing him tearfully recount that night that lived so vividly in his mind; you sat with him on the dingy bathroom floor as he sobbed, his body fighting the urge to throw up a second time as sobs echoed against the walls around you, his entire form shaking with grief.

You held him against your chest, rocking gently as he spoke.

“She yelled at me, told me-” his voice catching in his throat as he sniffed “T-told me to get Hol-Holly out”

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your own cheeks as he continued.

“She was asleep and I-” he paused taking a breath hiccuping “I carried her outside and someone…someone took her from me. I tried to go back…but, the house it was….the flames were so….”

He trailed off lost in the memory and it was quiet for a long time before he spoke again

“Then it exploded” he said so softly you’d barely heard him “I would have….it should have been me”

****

As time wore on, you learned just how racked with guilt Holland had been, you gathered Holly hadn’t had any idea that he had only fulfilled her mom’s dying wish; for her, Holland just hadn’t learned how to move on, and she had been left to pick up his broken pieces and be the adult, make sure he ate, and slept…or passed out…kept a job. At twelve.

He wore their wedding ring around his neck, even after you had moved in together, you made a point of reassuring him that it was okay, he didn’t have to take it off, you understood.

It had come out on one of these drunken nights, which at first were frequent, and really the only time Holland would really talk to you in his drunken stupor; that he had slept in the tub, filled with water, because he passed out so often with a half finished cigarette that he had been afraid of history repeating itself.

Now, only after many nights of reassurance and many more mornings waking up on your own, only to find him propped up in the porcelain tub, an empty bourbon bottle on the bathroom floor, he slept next to you almost nightly, only having fallen asleep on the couch on occasion after a late night on a case.

It had taken a long time to get here; for all three of you; you hadn’t signed up for a pathetic broken man to fix; who didn’t want to be fixed. A man who would rather numb the emotion and night terrors with bottle after bottle and who chained smoked like no one you had ever seen.

Yet, you found yourself put in his path over and over again for weeks straight and only after what you assumed had to be at least his tenth (you had lost count) attempt at very clumsily asking you out on a date you agreed.

He had told Holly, Healy, and anyone else who would listen that you hadn’t been able to resist his charm; you had never told him, and never would, but truthfully it was out of pity, you felt sorry for this man in front of you who had barely been able to stand on his own two feet, who so obviously craved human contact that you agreed to one date, assuming you would never see him again.

To this day, it had been the strangest date you had been on; it had started off normal enough, you had met him at a bar in the city, not completely surprised that this was his location of choice, it was only after you had found out that Holly had tagged along, much to Holland’s annoyance.

***

“You left your daughter in the trunk?!” You asked, completely shocked as you stood on the sidewalk outside the bar, Holly stood next to you with her arms folded looking irritated with him and untrustworthy of you.

“She was supposed to be a Janet’s” he said gesturing to Holly swaying on his feet, who had just rolled her eyes

“JESSICA’S!” she yelled, her nose almost touching his before she scoffed with disgust

He ignored her, holding his hand out in what you assumed he thought was her general direction “Keys”

Holly held them out and before Holland could reach for them you intercepted taking them from her “Absolutely fucking not”

“I can just drive” she glared at you and your mouth dropped open in shock

“Excuse me?” you raised your eyebrows watching to make sure Holland didn’t stumble into the busy street as he leaned against the front of the car. “You don’t have a license!”

“You’re joking right?” She turned her attention towards you

You shook your head “I am not, you are a child”

She pointed towards Holland “And he’s a fuck up! He drinks, he lies to people and stuff, and people hate you!” She had fully rounded on her heel, hurling her insults at him.

“Sweetheart, don’t say and stuff, just-”

“I hate you!” She had yelled loud enough to turn heads of passer’s by

“Oh, kay” you pressed your lips together ushering her in the backseat “In the car; I’ll drive”

Holland had gotten himself in the passenger seat, only after somehow managing to nearly slam his fingers in the door first.

The ride back had been quiet, Holland had laid back in the seat and you thought for sure he would pass out; Holly sat behind him in back seemingly completely unfazed by the exchange that had happened on the sidewalk. You assumed that hadn’t been the first time she had told Holland she hated him.

You had pulled into the driveway of the house and without a word Holly stomped off into the house, slamming the door behind her.

Holland had asked you to stay, and against your better judgment, something in your gut had told you to.

You pitied this man, but something about him made you feel like he hadn’t stumbled (literally) into your path by coincidence.

You sat on the front step of the house, playing with the car keys, looking at your shoes as Holland lit another cigarette.

“She doesn’t actually hate me y’know” he said, dropping his lighter back in his pocket.

You laughed a little “I hope not"

He scrunched his nose shaking his head, plucking his cigarette from between his lips “She’s a kid”

You found it odd he could say something so matter of factly and yet he treated her like someone well beyond her years.

You felt sorry for her too, knowing she probably felt she didn’t have a choice, it was clear that it had been the two of them against the world for a long time. She took care of him because she needed to be cared for, and at the end of the day, he was her dad.

“Hey,” Holland’s voice had snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned your head almost colliding with his; he was leaning significantly closer than he had been a minute ago.

Before you could protest, his nose bumped against yours; his large, overheated hands cupped your face as he kissed you, his lips pressed firmly against yours, his body leaning forward more and more as he had started to lose his balance.

Before he could topple over on you completely, you pushed him back gently and he looked sheepishly at his lap like he had done something wrong.

“Sorry,” he muttered “I just been thinkin’ about that for a while”

For as drunk as he had been, you were surprised he wasn’t slurring his words. You were a little taken aback by his confession and you felt heat flush your cheeks despite the cool night air.

“You have?” you asked, really looking at him for the first time; studying him.

He was an absolute mess of a man, that much was clear, a drinking problem, questionable parenting tactics, questionable ethics, some serious baggage. He wore his wedding band around his neck, and he had just kissed you, after a disaster of a date, if you could even call it that and yet…

He was handsome, almost to a fault, as disheveled as he was sitting next to you on that step. There was something oddly charming about his wrinkled suit pants, his shoes laid on the sidewalk where he had kicked them off, announcing that they were painful and unnecessary and he now sat barefoot. His hair had been windswept and messy, but not unclean. His suit jacket laid next to him on his other side forgotten, his shirt askew, the first couple of buttons undone. His facial features were surprisingly boyish for a man his age, a slender pointed nose and blue eyes that you realized were studying you with an intensity that made you pull your bottom lip against your teeth

He had nodded in response to your question, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink and you immediately found yourself closing the small gap between you, a hand cupping his face, pulling him closer as you kissed him a second time, deeper this time. Your heart fluttered in your chest in a way that you hadn’t felt in too long as his soft lips moved with an expertise even given his current state.

Your lips parted and he accepted your silent invitation, his tongue slipping past your lips hesitantly with a small noise in the back of his throat.

Your body flooded with a deep heat that immediately stopped as the porch light had been flicked on, illuminating the darkness.

Holland had jumped, pulling back but not before biting your lip. You touched a hand to your lips with a small laugh as you looked over your shoulder, Holly standing in the doorway, arms folded with a scowl on her face. Holland looked like a busted teenager and it almost made you laugh out loud.

“You can go now” she sneered and Holland hadn’t really noticed as you both got to your feet

You couldn’t really blame her, she was protecting them, him.

“But you should-” Holland stopped searching his brain for the lost words “You should stay”

You shook your head “I don’t think so” you bent to hand him his jacket and shoes so he didn’t absolutely face plant on the cement.

“Then come back,” he reasoned “Tomorrow”

You sighed running your tongue between your lips “Okay, sure” you shrugged; he was too drunk to remember anyway

“Pinky promise?” He offered a pinky and Holly huffed from her place on the step

You had hesitated simply because of her reaction, this obviously was something special between them. You nodded, but didn’t take his pinky, glancing at Holly whose shoulders had dropped slightly as she relaxed before turning back to Holland “I promise”

Much to your surprise, Holland did remember, and you had kept your promise and come back the next day, and every day since.

***

“He used to sing”

Holly’s soft spoken words pull you out of your memory from a not so distant past. The book she had been reading sits closed in her lap as she stares out the window lost in thought herself.

“Did he?” you ask, slightly surprised, you didn’t take Holland to be the type.

She nods slowly “And dance too; sometimes he’d sing really bad just to make Mom laugh” she scrunched her nose like Holland did when he was confused about something before she continued “He has this weird thing about sweet potatoes too; he used to eat them all the time, he doesn’t anymore”

You smiled, watching her reminisce but your heart broke for her; she had lost both her parents that night and she had never really grieved either of them.

You pulled yourself up from the couch and walked over, wrapping her in a hug as she sat sideways on the chair; both her arms wrapped around your forearm, pinning it to her chest, chin tucked against it and you rested your chin on top of her head.

You looked up catching a glance from Holland who had made his way from the bedroom; you traded a look as he took his dirty dish into the kitchen. You stood with Holly, quiet, holding her until she let go.

She sniffed quietly, a hand quickly wiping away what you were certain were fresh tears before she picked up the book in her lap, busying herself with the words on the page.

You didn’t say anything, just rubbed her back gently before taking your own dirty dishes into the kitchen where Holland stood just out of view.

Setting the plates on the counter, you wrapped yourself around Holland’s slim frame, burying your face in his chest with a deep sigh, breathing in his scent.

After a minute of silence, you pulled back and his blue eyes searched your face;

“Go dance with your daughter” you spoke quietly and his brow furrowed slightly

“What?”

“Go dance with Holly” you repeated “Like you used to”

You watched the realization wash over his features as he put the pieces together about what he had walked in on a few minutes ago and he shook his head

“I-I can’t”

“Holland,” you kept your voice low as your reached to touch his face, his eyes slipping closed as your fingertips made contact with his cheek, his hands still on your waist “She needs this, she needs her dad; especially now”

A single tear slipped down his cheek and you wiped it away with your thumb as he opened his eyes with a deep breath through his nose.

He didn’t say anything else, just walked around you out into the living room; you turned and watched as he made his way over to the chair where Holly sat, she glanced up from her book as he offered her a hand.

She looked at him slightly confused before he took her hand himself, pulling her to her feet and into the middle of the room, the book forgotten in the chair. She was tall for her age, but not quite tall enough to reach Holland’s shoulders until she stood on the tops of his feet.

After a couple of steps, Holland’s voice floated through the otherwise silent house, humming softly. You watched as Holly’s shoulders started to shake and her head dropped; Holland picked her up under the arms like you would with a small child, lifting her into his arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck properly, burying her face in his neck; one of his hands stroking her blonde hair as she cried openly.

You could tell from your spot in the kitchen, he had been crying too. A lump forming in your own throat as you watched the two of them consumed by a moment neither of them thought they would have again; Holland, getting the chance to be the dad he had wanted, the dad he had intended to be for her. Holly, able to be the little girl she should have been before she had to grow up too quickly. His little girl.

Holland had sank to his knees on the carpeted floor, still holding Holly tightly to his chest; both of them letting the grief and loss they had kept bottled between them for so long finally be felt; You leaned back against the kitchen counter, giving them their private moment. Eyes closed as you listened to the heart wrenching sobs coming from the two of them, tears streaming down your own cheeks as you felt for them, grieving yourself for a woman you had never met but had unintentionally become such a huge part of your own life.

Later that night, you laid in the bed you shared with Holland; Holly had asked him to tuck her in and you could hear the soft murmurs of their conversation across the hall before you heard her bedroom door being pulled shut and Holland appeared in the doorway and he looked tired.

You watched him get undressed, pulling the covers back and climbing between the sheets; most nights you snuggled against him, your head resting on his chest, but tonight roles were reversed.

His head lying on your chest, you played with pieces of his dirty blonde hair, his arm draped around your midsection, his wedding band cool against your collarbone as he laid on his side, breathing softly.

He spoke and you almost jumped, startled by the noise “Does it bother you that I don’t-” he hesitated for a beat “That I can’t-.....that I can’t…y’know?”

You frowned trying hard to piece together what he was asking “Can’t what, babe?”

“That I can’t say it” he sighed defeated

Then you understood rubbing his bare arm slowly “No” you shook your head slowly “No, Holland it doesn’t”

He relaxed into your chest as you kissed the top of his head, watching the shadows dance on the wall in the dark.

The house was quiet, Holland’s head heavy on your chest as he breathed steadily.

“God I miss her” he whispered, his voice heavy with sleep

You thought about letting him think you had just fallen asleep, but decided against it “Tell me about her?” you asked, your fingers moving slowly through his hair again

A long pause.

“She was beautiful” he whispered “Holly looks just fucking like her”

You stayed quiet as he continued “She named her after me….”

Another pregnant pause as he lost himself in a long forgotten memory.

“And she loved tea”

You nodded “Tea’s good” you smiled

“American’s do it wrong” he shrugged against you “I still don’t fucking know what ‘the English way’ means”

You couldn’t help laughing then

“Don’t know how you can fuck up a cup of tea” he muttered, very obviously drifting off as he spoke.

You had drifted off yourself at some point but woke with a start, the weight of Holland’s head on your chest was gone; you turned over and the bed was empty.

You sighed pulling yourself up out of bed, the sky still dark out the window. You grabbed Holland’s housecoat off the back of the bedroom door, wrapping it around yourself as you tiptoed through the dark house.

You poked your head into Holly’s bedroom and she slept soundly. You assumed Holland had made his way back to his old comforts, but frowned when you found the tub also empty.

“Alright,” you muttered softly to yourself, “Where did you go?”

You answered your own question fairly quickly, finding the dark figure you could only assume was Holland, sitting at the kitchen table in the dark, shoulders hunched, moonlight reflecting off the glass of a mostly empty bottle in his hand resting on the table.

“Holland?” you whispered, not wanting to startle him in the dark.

When he didn’t answer or move you let out a slow breath pressing your lips together in a hard line before you tried again.Your heartbeat thudded in your ears as you spoke, muffling your own voice.

“Holland?” you said again, a little louder

He shifted in his chair then and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank God” you whispered.

Just the way he had shifted so unsteadily in his chair you could tell he was drunk, very drunk.

“You came back” he slurred, getting to his feet, catching himself on the back of the chair as you took a tentative step forward.

“What?” you asked, as he was across the room in a flash, nearly toppling you both to the floor as he drunkenly smashed his lips against yours, his arms wrapping around you with a bruising strength.

He pulled back, taking your face in his hands, his eyes were glazed and bloodshot, he had been crying. Hard.

“You came back” he whispered before crushing you against him a second time, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“I didn’t go anywhere” you strained against his chest trying to make the least bit of sense about his drunken ramblings.

“Happy Birthday, Baby” He muttered into your hair and you closed your eyes wrapping your arms around him as it clicked.

You stood in the dark kitchen, silently holding each other for a few minutes before he spoke again, his lips pressed against your ear as he leaned into your shoulder.

“God damn it I miss you”

You could smell the alcohol heavy, but wanted to help him hold on to this memory as long as he needed; or as long as you could.

“Dance with me” you whispered; your hand slipping up the back of his head resting in his hair, the other snaking under his arm hooking around the back of his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Both of his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. You rocked slowly on your feet, but stayed in one spot for fear that too much movement and Holland would either lose his balance or throw up ... .or both.

He had been too lost in the memory to realize you hadn’t been moving much; your neck and shoulder were wet with tears.

“It’s okay,” You reassure him gently, rubbing your hand up and down his back

“I can’t do this without you” he slurred “We were supposed to do it together…a team”

“You’re doing just fine” you soothe

“I’m not” he shook his head a little too aggressively, making himself dizzy “I’m a failure”

You lifted his head off your shoulder then, forcing him to look at you; he was far too gone to differentiate the person standing in front of him at this point. You had your hands on either side of his face, his forehead leaning against yours.

“You are not a failure, Holland March, do you hear me?”

He didn’t answer and you patted his cheek gently “Hey, do you understand?” you asked again “You have a beautiful daughter-”

He just scrunched his face shaking his head “She hates me, she thinks I’m a fuck up”

“She doesn’t hate you,” you said softly. "She loves you so much"

You realized if you let it, this conversation was going to keep going in circles.

“Come on,” You wrapped an arm around his waist keeping him upright “We’re going back to bed”

“Gonna give me those twins?” he asked, leaning on you heavily.

You closed your mouth realizing it had dropped open, as you led him down the hallway not sure what to say. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice.

He flopped heavily on the bed and you pulled the blanket up around him before shedding the housecoat and climbing in next to him.

He turned over none too gracefully to face you as you laid on your side, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “You were supposed to give me a hundred babies” His voice was soft

You reached to push his hair off his forehead; the same softness to your own words “I’m sorry”

He just hummed, his eyes slipping closed briefly as his fingers interlaced with yours between you.

You leaned forward, kissing him gently and he hummed again, slipping deeper into sleep.

You closed your own eyes, pushing your free hand through his hair

“I love you” he muttered, barely understandable

You opened your eyes and watched him lying next to you, one hand’s fingers entwined with yours, his other arm lazily draped over your hip, his eyes closed.

“I love you too, Holland” You whispered watching as a smile touched the corner of his lips before he started to snore softly, living blissfully in a world he could only reach in a dream.

#holland march x reader #the nice guys #ryan gosling #holland march

[m3gahet]

hear me out… Nategaar. (Did I get your attention?)

That boat scene from the little mermaid, kiss the girl.

Skwisgaar as Ariel and Nathan as Eric.

Did you say put skwis in the dress n bow? Well you didn’t say DONT

Might draw the beach shot with them too cuz mwah but idk if this au would never work given skwisgaar would jump Nate the first chance he got for a kiss (she has to kiss him right? Not fall in love? Wait does he have to kiss her? When did I last watch tlm???)

Is this how you guys see me? Cuz you’re right but hey now

#my shit #metalocalypse #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #nategaar

[stealingyourbones]

Places down three mouse skulls a gift from my cat. Her name is Daisy and and hunts for for whole family, especially her brother. His name is Scar Face. He may not have the braincells to be a hunter and takes multiple full seconds to realize you have sprinkled him with water, but I can say his face sure fits the name!

Anyways, I head you like non human AUs, yes? What about Secretly A Mermaid Tim Drake? Both his parents are mermaids but different kinds which led Tim to having a very... unique body. He has the colors, strength, shape, and length of his father's Koi tail but he has the fins, shimmer, flashieness and speed of his mother's Beta Fish tail. All together this means he has quite the look about his tail. Which is part of why he does his best to hide it.

The other part of why he ties so hard to hide his powerful tail, so strong that if he hits it right he can dent rail road tracks, despite how much secret speed and strength training he does with it, is that while yes the switch from human to mermaid is fast and simple, it can often be a few hours before he can change back and thanks to the fact it isn't long enough to slither on, he's quite the sitting duck if he's not somewhere like the Bay.

Now the Batfamily knows about this. Sort of. He has told them that he isn't a human but refuses to tell them what he is. If not for Duke saying his light is different from everyone else's, he doubts anyone would believe that he is anything but human. He regularly taunts them with the fact that they don't know what species he is and yet they claim to be detectives.

If course all good things must come to an end, and what he is gets revealed during a fight with Killer Croc. Riddler had knocked Jason into Croc's tank and without hesitation, Tim dove in after him, transforming on contact and using his large, flashy fins to distract Croc as the bulk of his tails and his sharp claws lashed out to try to take down the much larger water beast. With few helpful hits from Jason, they take him out and without hesitation, Tim leaps out of the water, spreading his fins as wide as he can to slowly wave back and forth in a beautiful, hypnotic sway as he yells, "hey Riddler! Over here!"

Tim can't keep the tremble out of the tip of his fins as Riddler stares at the tail, completely distracted. He knows deep down that if Riddler snaps out of it before someone can take him down, he's absolutely a sitting duck. He has two, maybe three jumps or tail bashes in him before he risks hurting himself, and 4 minutes and 32 seconds left before his gills dry up and he needs to get shoved back in the water. But for now he can use those seconds to keep all eyes on him long enough to let the bats catch their breath.

Homie I am buzzing in my seat with ideas this is so good. I am a sucker for Mermaid AU’s and this is just *chefs kiss*. I’ve made a mermaid AU before for the bats and adding to another makes me hella happy

Interesting tail pattern I enjoy it a lot, I will sprinkle in some Not Human because I hold the firm belief that mermaid’s shouldn’t look like a dude + fish, they should look like a different species because they are a wildly different species.

- Long spindily teeth that got a little bit of snaggletooth action going on. Teeth slightly poke out from his closed mouth and it looks adorable even though every single one of those fuckin teeth are canines.

- Funky pupil shape/iris shape

- Extremely clawed fingers. The tips of his hands have the same coloration as his tail but disperse fully at the last finger joint (maybe the coloration goes up to mid forearm who knows)

- Jaw that can unhinge to a terrifying degree.

- the tail isn’t small. That shit is at least 4ft in length and that’s being generous. His tail is very easy to tear which is a problem (beta fish’s tails are super delicate), but you could just turn your head and say “yeah don’t know what you’re talkin about” and look the other way/ maybe it’s a very thick membrane as his tail and not the thin almost translucent fins that normal beta fish have. I like the koi fish tail but add the pizzaz of the beta fish tail angle a lot, you could make angst ideas with Tim injuring his fins with this in mind.

- that tail? All muscle. Being smacked with his tail is like being hit by a charging bull. That shit will knock you off your feet and make you airborne for 20 solid feet before finally hitting cement.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

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HEY HEY HEY. I really really reeeeally love fish Joot, but what about (Y/N) as a mermaid and Jotaro as a human? 👀👀👀👀👀

Like I can't take this image off my head of sailor Joot or pirate Joot that just falls in love with a mermaid, y'know that kind of classic things

I think that he'll probably keep the relationship a secret until he's 100% sure that there'll be no harm in his s/o

OH WOW IT JUST CAME IN MY MIND THAT SCENE FROM THE LAST POTC FILM where Philip meets Syrena and now I'm imagining that scene and all of the rest of their story with Jotaro and (Y/N) BRNRNRNRNR💖💖💖

The last film, you are right. There is no 5th movie 👁

But here you go! After writing most of this, I lost it to the phone debacle and had to rewrite all of it :’)  I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you like! ^^

Fishnet Cuts - Pirate!Jotaro x Mer!Reader

Word Count: 8399

Leaning his head on his hand, Jotaro lovingly looked out at the sea as he stood on the back deck, his elbow and arm on the railing.

If anyone were to see him now, they would surely do a double take, for- first mate Kujo with a lovesick expression?? That was unheard of, something had to be wrong, right?

But what could he say, you had his heart and you had it fully.

All the way down below in the water, you swam. Right now, you had been showing him a new trick you recently learnt to do: jumping out of the water and doing a backflip before landing back in with minimal splash.

Your grin was so big as you did it and while Jotaro had tried to focus, he couldn’t. His eyes just kept drifting to your tail. He didn’t too often see it due to you staying in the water usually, but it was such a beautiful thing to him.

His fascination with the ocean and the creatures within it only grew when he met you. And he could look at you for hours if given the chance.

“Jotaro!” 

Your sweet voice calling his name made him snap out of his thoughts, no longer leaning his head on his hand as he stood upright, putting both palms flat on the railing of the ship as he looked down.

Your hands were clasped in front of yourself and Jotaro knew what that meant, quickly holding out his own hands over the railing.

With a beaming smile, you threw your arms up in an underhanded throw, Jotaro’s eyes locking onto the small object now soaring towards him through the sky.

Having to stretch forward just the tiniest bit, Jotaro managed to smoothly catch the item, enclosing it in his fists as he did so, bringing his hands up to his face afterwards to inspect what gift you had brought him this time.

Opening his palms revealed a smooth, round, golden-ish button. You had clearly taken great care to rub all the rust and weathering of the sea and whatnot off, turning it back into a smooth, shiny object. Looking past his hands back at you, Jotaro saw you point to the empty space directly above your head.

Getting the hint, Jotaro took off his hat, turning it around to face himself as he held the button up to it, seeing how it looked as it sat next to the golden hand pin that already decorated the garment. And although they were just the slightest bit off colour, Jotaro had to admit he kinda liked it.

Moving to look back down at you, Jotaro went to thank you, only to be interrupted.

“First Mate Kujo?”

Upon hearing the voice, Jotaro snapped his head over to the staircase, immediately shoving the button into his pocket when he locked eyes with the crew mate, keeping his hand inside it while the other still held his hat, his body now just casually leaning on the side of the ship. He cast a very brief glance down to the sea but was no longer able to spot you.

His heart beat in his throat for a second as he felt like he had been caught, but then he calmed down, a sigh leaving him as he couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the man for scaring you away. “What.”

At the tone of voice coming from his superior, the crew mate shrunk down a bit from where he stood on the stairs that led to the back deck. “Uhm, captain Joestar would like your assistance with the map and told me to get you.”

“That’s Avdol’s job, is it not?” Jotaro raised a brow and the sailor gulped. Why was he the one picked to get the first mate? Everyone knew not to disturb the man whenever he was alone on the back deck like this when they laid anker at a new place. Yet here he stood, having to fetch the intimidating man.

“With all due respect, no. They specifically asked since they wanted your input, sir.” The sailor chanced a glance up, seeing Kujo’s eyes glaring directly at him, making him flinch slightly.

Taking in a deep breath, Jotaro closed his eyes and sighed, putting his hat back on. “Alright, let’s go.” 

The crew mate visibly relaxed and Jotaro rolled his eyes, taking one step forward before pausing and briefly glancing back down from the corner of his eyes into the water to where you once were. He didn’t stop any longer though, putting his left hand back in his coat pocket as he walked to he stairs, feeling the button in his palm as he held it, rubbing his thumb over the metal as he followed the crew mate.

As he did, his thoughts were on you; his feet automatically carrying him across the deck and towards the ship ladder leading down to the shore while his mind raced. 

He understood why you disappeared at any sign of other humans.

In fact, if he were in your shoes, he’d do the exact same thing, with what he knew you’d been through.

- - - -

It was a pitch black night when the ship was attacked all those months ago.

A bounty had been placed on the Bizarre Adventure’s crew, it being the only reason this other ship dared to venture into waters known to hold the pirates.

Yet even though they had the advantage of a surprise attack, they had been no match. 

-

Jotaro calmly walked across the deck of the enemy ship, the rest of the crew that climbed over from the Bizarre Adventure now down in the hold, most likely looting and instantly drinking any alcohol they found. Yet Jotaro was content to stay up top and scour the deck, keeping an eye on things while searching for any valuables - not that he expected to find any.

Running his hand over the helm, Jotaro sighed. No sane sailor would put valuables on the deck, so his whole job here was void. The bodies of the enemy crew had all been gathered and piled up by everyone else, made sure they were dead before being cast aside in favour of looting below deck.

With the grainy touch of the helm under his palms, Jotaro looked up into the sky, taking note of the clouds accumulating above which made his brows furrow slightly. There was a big chance it might storm later.

Deciding to leave it as it was and step away from the back deck to descend the stairs, the pirate was about to return to the Bizarre Adventure when a noise caught his attention.

Narrowing his eyes, he glanced over at the bodies piled up, hearing the spluttering cough once more and instantly he was marching over with firm and intimidating steps.

Stopping in front of the bodies, somewhat illuminated by a lantern casting light over from The Bizarre Adventure, it merely took a second for Jotaro to find the origin of the raspy breathing.

One of the officers was still alive. 

Crouching down next to te man, Jotaro’s face was void of any emotion yet as he looked at the man, he realised they didn’t even realise he was there. The sailor was staring ahead at the sky with a vacant, glazed over gaze, his lips moving but no sound coming out as he muttered inaudible prayers into the sky.

His fist was holding onto some sort of necklace but Jotaro wasn’t paying too much attention to it as he instead racked his brain for who the fuck collected and dragged the bodies and who’s ear he would have to chew out.

Pirate or not, general goddamn morals were still a thing and this man was clearly in extreme amounts of pain. Gently unsheathing his sword, Jotaro put the tip on the man’s chest before swiftly pushing it in, killing him instantly.

Unless they truly warranted it, you can’t leave a man half-dead and expect them to painfully bleed out purely for crossing your path.

Sighing to keep his temper for his own crew’s cruelty in check, the first mate then took notice of the sailor’s hand falling to the side, exposing the necklace he had been desperately holding.

Sitting on a string was a weird patch of some sort. Taking hold of it and lifting it closer to his face, Jotaro realised it was some sort of hide. Was it fish skin?

Strange, but it didn’t do much for him. Just lowering it back to the sailor’s chest, the man only briefly glanced at the other bodies, once again intent to return to his ship, when he noticed several of the other sailors holding identical necklaces.

That piqued his attention. Was it some new religion of some sort? Grabbing hold of the necklace once again, he snapped the string and brought it closer to his face. Was it valuable? Yet before he could properly inspect the thing, a splash to his right got his attention. 

That… wasn’t a regular splash of water from an animal or ocean waves lapping onto the hull.

Standing up from where he was crouched down and walking across the deck over to the railing close to where he heard the splash, Jotaro had just placed his hands on the wood when the splash sounded again, accompanied by a thud this time.

Looking down over the railing, Jotaro squinted his eyes. It was dark and due to looking at the lanterns that were lighting the Bizarre Adventure just a few seconds ago, he could barely see anything. But… was that a net? He couldn’t see it clearly but if it was, why on earth would it be there? 

Letting out an aggravated noise, Jotaro looked around once, twice, before taking a few steps to his left, reaching the ladder built into the outer hull of the boat that led down, allowing people to get up and down the ship no matter where it lay anker.

Climbing down several of the ladder rungs, his eyes finally adjusted a bit to the darkness and he looked over his left shoulder, indeed seeing a dark grey net hanging partly in the water. Yet what he saw next nearly made him slip off the ladder rungs.

Stuck in the net, was a mermaid.

With shocked eyes, Jotaro’s gaze crossed with yours. Your eyes were so big yet mesmerising and he couldn’t bring himself to look away. You were breathtaking. You looked so…

You looked so scared.

Only then did his eyes focus on the bindings you were caught in. A cloth was wrapped around your mouth, halting any noise from escaping you, and your wrists were completely bound together, the entirety of your hands wrapped up in cloth of some kind. It was a strange shape and it took a few seconds for Jotaro to realise they probably made you close a fist before completely wrapping you up like that.

For some inexplicable reason, it angered Jotaro. He was angry at the bastards who did this to you. 

Quickly descending the rest of the ladder, Jotaro stopped right before his feet could hit the water, turning back to face you and the net.

Releasing his left hand from the ladder, he gripped the handle of his sword and swiftly pulled it out. Instantly, you dashed into the very far back of the net, clearly trying to get as far away from Jotaro as you could.

“Fuck.” The pirate softly cursed before quickly slashing through the net, cutting an opening in it next to himself. The moment that was done, he sheathed his sword again, holding his palm up for you to see. “I won’t harm you.” He tried to make his voice sound soothing - or, as soothing as he could make it be - not sure if you even understood language as he spoke it.

Slowly however, you seemed to unfurl from the corner of the net you had pressed yourself into. Swimming forward just the smallest bit, Jotaro turned his hand around and leaned as far into the net as he could to instead hold his hand out for you, but that briefly made you flinch back, only to realise it wasn’t a hostile move.

Quickly making a mental note to slow down all his movements, Jotaro clenched his jaw. What he was doing was stupid. Why should he care about a random mermaid? He didn’t know how dangerous a mermaid could be. He should just let you swim into the ocean and figure stuff out instead of dangerously dangling from a ladder in the open ocean. But then his gaze would drift to your bindings and your eyes. Oh… your eyes. 

Jotaro briefly wondered if you were casting a spell or charm on him, but quickly shook the thought. There was nothing magical about Mer. They were just another creature in the world, same as him or any animal in the sea - even if they were rare.

“Come closer, let me help you.” Jotaro tried to coerce you.

He knew the men wouldn’t stay looting this ship forever. And though the morals of his crew were better than most pirates, at the prospect of a mermaid, even they may lose it. If Jotaro didn’t hurry, it wouldn’t take long for him to be discovered here and then you were doomed.

The hesitation was still clear in your body language, yet as your eyes crossed with Jotaro’s, you seemed to loosen up a bit. Starting to drift forward, your eyes kept shifting between his hand and his face and Jotaro took in a deep breath to stay calm and keep his entire being steady.

Tentatively, your bound hands were placed in his open palm and Jotaro gently closed his fingers around it, starting to slowly pull you forward and towards himself a bit, close enough so that he could stand normally on the ladder again.

“Don’t swim out yet, I’m going to try to get these off.” Jotaro remarked, and maybe it was hopeful thinking, but he could have sworn you nodded.

Letting go of your hands, he leaned forward ever so slowly, moving his hand to the back of your neck, where he searched for the knot holding it together. 

He found it rather quickly, but instantly realised that he was going to need both his hands.

“Fuck.” The first mate cursed and retreated his hand, looking up at the ladder for a moment. 

A thud from inside the ship sounded, making you scare a bit while Jotaro clenched his jaw.  “Hold on.” He spoke to you, gripping the ladder rungs with both hands now. 

What he was about to do was so so stupid, he knew that, but the crew would not stay in the hull of the ship forever and time was ticking. Right now they were all probably helping themselves to the rum and whatever alcohol was down below, but that party was soon gonna be scrapped. 

Taking a quick deep breath, Jotaro gripped hold of the rungs firmly before positioning his left food sideways, getting as stable of a foothold as he could with the wet wood. Lifting his right leg up to the level his hands were at, he wasted no time as he jammed his foot between two rungs. Twisting it up, he lodged his boot stuck between the wood.

Hopping once to get his left foot in a better position, slowly he started leaning back, putting less and less pressure on his hands and arms until he let go completely, careful at first, his hands still hovering over the ladder, but once he judged himself stable enough, he leaned back completely.

The leverage from his leg between the ladder kept him stable as he stood sideways, turning back to you now.

“C’mere.” He softly spoke, motioning you to come towards him again with both his free hands now.

You felt the water filtering through your gills heavily for a few seconds, unsure whether or not you should trust him. But then you took in how dangerous the position he was in actually was. He was risking himself for you.

With those thoughts, you slowly let yourself drift forward, eyes wary of his hands as they slowly moved past your face and to the back of your head.

Taking hold of the knot, Jotaro had to completely go by feeling as he started fiddling with it, attempting to get it off. Of course they tightened it beyond hell, and a scowl spread on the pirate’s face.

Finally getting the knot looser, Jotaro quickly unwrapped it completely, pulling the cloth away from your face. With almost a marvelled look, he watched you stretch your jaw, revealing sharp teeth hidden behind your lips.

Snapping himself out of the staring, he quickly bound the cloth to the net, not watching to throw it in the ocean, before focusing on your hands, taking hold of them like he had before.

A muffled cheer suddenly went around from the inside of the ship and the first mate clenched his teeth, knowing that usually signalled the end of the looting. He had to hurry the fuck up. “I’m gonna use my dagger.” He spoke, hoping you understood him to avoid you scaring again as his right hand went down to his belt, grabbing the handle of his mother’s dagger as he pulled it out in a calm motion, trying to keep you at ease.

Holding it up clear for you to see, trying to convey he meant no harm, a large wave suddenly made the ship rock. Jotaro’s left foot slipped off the slippery ring it was positioned on and with a loud curse he scramble to catch himself with his arms, trying to grab hold of the ladder before he’d break his right leg.

“Fuck!” The moment his right hand grabbed the rung he realised he dropped the dagger, his eyes widening in a panic as he made a stupid grab for it with his left hand, resulting in the blade cutting his palm before bouncing off and down towards the ocean. “Shit!”

Blinking once, before he knew it, his knife was perched sideways in your mouth. You’d ducked down and made a bite for it, catching the blade between your teeth where it now carefully sat.

Clearing his throat, Jotaro quickly put his foot back where it was, getting back in his precarious position as he leaned back and slowly took the dagger from you. “Thank you…”

This time he saw it clearly as you nodded at him and Jotaro took in a subtle deep breath as he he looked into your eyes. You may be quiet, but your eyes conveyed every bit of intelligence you held.

Just then remembering he needed to hurry up, the man threw cause on to the wind as he quickly took your bound hands in his left, flipping his dagger the right way as he pulled you closer, the sharp blade cutting through the dirty cloth naught but moments later.

He cut perfectly between your wrists, sheathing the dagger as he then pulled the cloth away, ripping part of it with his bare hands to get it off and just like that, you were completely free.

For a second the two of you looked at each other but then Jotaro grabbed the ladder with his right hand again, pressing his left foot into the bottom of the net to push it down and allow you plenty of room to swim out.

“Go.” He ordered and with a flash, you shot out of the net and into the inky depths.

Yet right as you passed him, Jotaro caught a glimpse of your tail, off coloured patches and cut skin illuminated by the moonlight that made an anger seethe in his chest.

Grabbing into his pocket, he grabbed the weird necklace he took from the sailor before, now realising the pendant was not a gemstone. They had fucking skinned you. Cut pieces of flesh off your tail and used it as what? Accessories? 

Stuffing it back in his coat, the first mate shook his boot free of the water droplets hanging on it before starting to ascend the ladder.

“Jotaro, there you are!” The boisterous voice of the captain spoke up as the first mate reached the deck. “What were you doing down there?”

Squinting a bit at all the light coming from the lanterns the crew was carrying, Jotaro just got onto his feet and walked over to the pile of dead bodies, nonchalantly throwing the rope-like cloth that had been binding your hands on the pile. “There’s a net down there. My guess is they tried to fish. They failed.”

This earned loud laughter from the captain and clearly drunk crew and Jotaro was harshly swatted on his back by the older man, making him deadpan.

Family or not, that old geezer was way too handsy.

- - - -

Being first mate had its perks, having a small cabin on the ship to himself was one of them.

Sitting on his bed, Jotaro held the several different patches of mermaid scales; having collected the rest after his encounter with you. 

It disgusted him of what those men did. He was the pirate yet he held better morals than the fucking navy it seemed.

It was obvious these men didn’t even know what they were doing when cutting the pieces off. They were shoddily cut, too much flesh taken off with the scales and skin. It wouldn’t surprise him if they stabbed in as deep as they could and tried to make a circle. It truly seemed as if that was the case with some of these however.

With care and a steady hand, Jotaro had been cleaning your scales. Cutting off excess flesh and keeping just the skin and scales to prevent it from rotting, cleaning and drying it properly.

He didn’t really know why. He had gotten the weird idea that, if he ever were to encounter you again, he’d give them back. So he took care of them.

Suddenly, a knocking sounded on his door. 

He didn’t worry about hiding the scales, after all, he had clearly established that anyone who barged into his cabin without getting his okay first would not walk out as they came in. A rule even his grandfather, the captain, respected.

“First mate Kujo, the captain needs you below deck with the prisoner.”

Closing his eyes, Jotaro let out a sigh through his nose before opening his eyes with a hard stare. “Tell him I’m on my way.”

With that, he started gathering the scales, putting them in his secure inner pocket before gearing up for what he knew was ahead.

- - - -

Stepping into the room, Jotaro scowled subtly as before him, the navy ship captain sat in the chair by the table. His nose was clearly broken, a black eye and a few missing teeth completing the pathetic look as he sat in front of his grandfather and Polnareff, the foreman.

Taking a stand left of his grandfather, Jotaro leaned back into the wall, staring death at the captain in the chair.

If he was called here, it means the interrogation wasn’t going according to plan and judging by the cocky smirk the captain wore, that held true. 

“Who told you to come after us?” Joseph’s gruff voice spoke, weathered by dozens of years on the salty sea, shouting orders.

Instead of answering however, the man just tilted his head ever so slightly with a grin, as if he had the upper hand in this moment. This clearly irked Polnareff, who slammed his hands down on the table, leaning down to be eye level.

“I’d answer if I were you, our first mate doesn’t nearly hold the patience we do. And ours is already running thin.”

Glancing over at Jotaro, the black-haired man watched as the captain looked him up and down. He seemed unimpressed by him but despite his lack of showing emotion, the first mate was incredibly adept at reading body language, and he saw the slight waver in the man’s eyes before his fingers rolled a beaded cord around his neck and his stare hardened.

Having to clench his jaw tightly to maintain composure, Jotaro’s eyes fixated on the necklace, knowing exactly what that had to be, an anger in the pit of his stomach.

“How is the navy growing so fast?” Joseph started again, unfazed and almost as emotionless as his grandson, clearly used to interrogations such as this.

“Pirates like yourselves need to learn when to stop and move on.” 

Narrowing his eyes, Joseph calmly placed his hands on the table, leaning forward. “Your crew is dead. Your ship is sunk. There is no one  besides us who know what happened to any of their lives. Why do you think yours will be any different?”

The cold threat completely washed off the man as he leaned forward onto the table, the shackles on his wrists clinking. “Luck is on my side.” The captain cockily smirked and Joseph sighed disappointedly, standing back upright before looking back to the man on his left.

Now, Jotaro had never really taken pleasure in being the strongarm in these interrogations. This time however, he found that he didn’t really mind.

There was no easing into it like normally. Jotaro’s anger blazed before he could help it and he shot forward and ripped the captain from his seat by his coat, punching him square in the nose with the force of a mast. 

Joseph and Polnareff startled by the instant aggressiveness, looking on with wide eyes as the first mate grabbed the man again, slamming his back into the back wall of the cell before stepping so close he could count the man’s lashes.

“Luck is on your side?” He mockingly parroted, contempt dripping from his voice. “What makes you think that? Is it this?” With that, Jotaro reached into his inside pocket, producing all the cleaned scales and briefly showing it to the captain and only the captain, making sure his own grandfather and Polnareff didn’t see them. “You know what these are. And so do I.”

The captain’s eyes widened, frantically looking from the items back up to Jotaro, only being met with the most venomous glare by the man who now put the scales back in his pocket.

“How- where did you get those?” The captain’s voice was timid now, slightly fearful, and Jotaro’s face hardened even more.

“I didn’t cut them myself, if that’s what you think.” He spoke while putting the scales back into his coat’s inside pocket. Once they were safely tucked away, the captain’s breath hitched as Jotaro gripped his coat tighter, the man feeling himself being lifted higher, until he could barely stand on his toes, held up against the wall by just one hand of the beast of a man before him. “I searched all the bodies of your crew. Everyone above sailor status seemed to hold one.” Jotaro narrowed his eyes. “Which means-“

Reaching his free left hand up, Jotaro lifted the necklace hanging under the captain’s shirt up, making him able to see a patch of mermaid scales. It was dangling from a beaded cord, thin string running over the glimmering material every which way to keep it bound down and secure. It was the biggest piece of them all, probably twice as big as the rest.

A flash of anger dashed across Jotaro’s features and the captain felt all colour drain from his face. Slowly, the first mate’s gaze moved back up.

“Did you think this could protect you? Superstition is a bad defence, you know.”

With that, he ripped the necklace from the captain’s neck. The man was quick to try and make a grab for it, but Jotaro instantly kneed him in the groin in retaliation, making him gasp for breath in pain, unable to say or do anything as Jotaro pocketed the item with the others.

Grasping the man’s head, Jotaro violently bashed it back into the wall so that the captain was looking at him again, his eyes now wide in fear. “You are never getting another one. I set her free, unlike what I’m going to do with you.”

At that, the captain found some courage in his hysterics. “You did what? You idiot, why-!” “YOU DON’T GET A SAY!” Jotaro’s booming voice cut him off, the first mate yelling in anger before taking a step back, pulling the captain with him as he dragged him to the ground by his coat with a slam.

The captain bashed his head into the wooden floorboards, a trickle of blood now running down his temple as he quickly rolled onto his back to try and get up or scramble away. Yet before he could, a heeled boot was brought down on his rib cage, hard. One of the ribs gave in with a crack and the man screamed in pain before the cocking of a pistol brought him out of it, looking back up to see Jotaro pointing his pistol straight at his head.

The first mate’s expression was the epitome of coldness. “Your options right now are very simple. Answer our questions, or die. No magical charms to protect you this time.”

- - - - 

Wading through the water as he followed the crew mate, Jotaro subtly sighed. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed back and forth over the button in his coat pocket as he remained in thought.

After that night, the first mate had never expected to see you again. Yet you proved him so so wrong.

Time and time again Jotaro had spotted you in the waves, studying him just like he studied you whenever he saw you. Eventually, distant staring turned into private conversations whenever Jotaro was away from the crew. Turns out you could talk, and it soon became one of his favourite things, learning how you viewed life so differently from his.

In the end, the black-haired man got his chance to return your scales to you. Together you had sat on large rocks that littered the island shore, The Bizarre Adventure crew off exploring somewhere, not even realising one of their higher-ups was gone.

It was the first time you dared to approach him close enough to touch, joining him on the threshold on land. Yet when he had pulled out your scales, holding them up to your tail, you softly laughed at him and shook your head. Instead of taking them back or throwing them away, you had held them up to his shoulders, telling him to keep them.

The next day, Jotaro had sown them onto his jacket’s shoulders, running towards his collar.

Coming back to the present, the man barely repressed a chuckle as he realised how badly you were influencing his clothing style.

Pushing all those thoughts aside, Jotaro instead focused on the task ahead. Whatever his granddad needed him with, if he wanted his council as well as Avdol’s, it had to be serious. And so he walked onto the beach, sand sticking to his tight knee-high boots as he soon spotted where the crew had set up camp - give or take a hundred and fifty  meters away from the ship.

- - - - 

Sitting with the crew around the fire, Jotaro allowed himself to deflate. Night had fallen and laughter rang out among the men as rum was drank, stories were told and songs sung.

Although a bit too rowdy for his tastes, soon they would all get drowsy anyways, so Jotaro just decided to uphold a good image and sit with the crew. If it really got too much, he could always go for a stroll.

“Come on, Jotaro! Liven up!” Polnareff, the ship’s foreman, slapped him harshly on the back and Jotaro grit his teeth, sending a quick glare at the silver haired man for calling him by his first name so casually.

“I’m lively as shit.” He grumbled before taking a swig from his bottle, making Polnareff laugh loudly.

“You sure are. I could have sworn I saw a twinkle in your eye just now when you scanned the crew. See anyone you fancy?” There was a smug and sultry grin on the Frenchman’s face and Jotaro damn nearly broke the bottle in his hand from squeezing so hard as he choked on his drink.

“What?” The first mate spoke venomously the first moment he could, though the effect of it was a little bit lost due to the raspiness of his voice from just choking on strong alcohol. “The fuck you think I am?!”

“Yes, really, Polnareff. You should know your first mate a little better than that.” Kakyoin, the helmsman of the Bizarre Adventure, hummed as he came walking over and sat down on Jotaro’s left side.

At this, Polnareff let out an offended noise. “You cannot blame me for being curious what kind of l’amour he is interested in! He never says anything whenever I talk about the love of my life!”

“That’s because the love of your life changes with every docking.” Kakyoin raised his eyebrow and Polnareff gasped, placing a hand on his chest in hurt while Jotaro smirked and let out a short chuckle before bringing the bottle back to his lips.

“At least I have love!” Polnareff pouted before accusingly pointing at Jotaro. “What does he have?!”

“Fish.” Kakyoin jested and Jotaro suddenly had to try very hard to suppress a blush. No one here knew how true that statement actually was, even if Kakyoin didn’t mean it in a romantic sense at all. 

“Bah, he’s such a stone wall, not even fish would want him. Not even a lobster would want him!”

“That’s harsh, Polnareff.”

“Be careful with your next words.” Jotaro warned, sending a sideways glance to the Frenchman, but there was a small smile playing on his lips. Despite everything, this kind of banter was truly something that the first mate treasured.

“Do you not want any love, Jotaro?” Polnareff next spoke, sounding more pleading for some reason.

“Are you offering?”

At that, the entirety of Polnareff’s face turned a violet red as he almost visibly flinched back. “NOM DE DIEU, NO!” 

Kakyoin loudly burst out laughing while Jotaro himself joined in, briefly laughing at the Frenchman’s flustered face as he now pointed an accusing and offended finger at Jotaro.

“You, despite your best efforts, are not a funny man!”

“I think he has his moments.” Kakyoin giggled as he had to hold onto Jotaro’s shoulder to not fall off the log while he tried to look at Polnareff, clutching his stomach.

“If he acts like that, he does not deserve love!” Polnareff crossed his arms over his chest and turned away, sticking up his nose.

Jotaro just simply shook his head at the man to his right before looking forward into the fire. All this talk of love was not good for him.

Someone noticed the sudden far away look in the first mate’s eyes however.

“Could it be-? Jotaro, do you have someone already?” Polnareff gasped and Jotaro snapped back to attention.

“What? No. Fuck off.” He quickly dismissed that statement, going back to the half-empty bottle in his hand. Saying no was a lot easier than explaining the truth.

“I think you might be grasping at straws now, Polnareff. Just leave the man be.” Kakyoin sighed good naturedly, smiling patiently at both men.

“Am I? Maybe… Actually! Maybe he has never been in love!” Polnareff speculated to the helmsman - as if Jotaro wasn’t sitting in between him and Kakyoin.

“Polnareff…” Kakyoin sighed but the man just ignored him.

“Think about it, Kakyoin! I’ve never seen him indulge himself in any form of mortal pleasure!” He called out but then hid his mouth behind his hand as he spoke in a quieter tone, “You think he’s still a-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Polnareff was decked in the face. 

Almost comically, Jotaro had just punched him from where he sat, not even turning to face the foreman; just simply punching his arm out sideways and clocking the man in the jaw.

“Ow-!”

“Another word and I’m feeding you to the sharks.” Jotaro remarked dryly. Polnareff rubbed his jaw as he sat upright again while Kakyoin snickered.

“Well, that was mean.” The Frenchman pouted, earning a scoff from Kakyoin.

“I think it was well earned. You almost called him a-“

“Ssh-!”

Upon the sharp hiss from the first mate, Kakyoin immediately zipped his mouth shut, but Jotaro’s focus was no longer on the conversation.

His head turned back, Jotaro strained his ears as he tried to listen. To see if he could hear what he heard once more.

And that’s exactly what he did. Very faintly, almost inaudible, his name was called out.

Pushing himself to his feet by using Jean Pierre’s shoulder, Jotaro took two steps away from the fire, still keeping his ear out for any noise.

“Jotaro?” 

They got nothing more than a hand held up to shush them. And then, over the chatter from the rest of the crew, Jotaro heard his name being called again, and his heart sank.

He knew that voice…

Without any warning, the first mate took off sprinting on the beach.

“Wh- Jotaro!!” Polnareff called out, getting up, same as Kakyoin.

“What’s going on?” Joseph came walking up in a hurry.

“I don’t know, he just took off!” Polnareff complained, but both Kakyoin and Joseph shared a look.

“He wouldn’t do that without reason.” Kakyoin muttered and Joseph furrowed his brows.

“You’re right, something is wrong. Go after him.”

- - - -

The salty wind rushed past his face, his overcoat whipping behind himself as he sprinted full speed over the sand.

He just had to get to the ship. Get to ship. Run. Faster.

“Jotaro!” 

Your voice rang through the air again. So much clearer and closer this time, yet it only made Jotaro’s dread build up. 

Just from the tone of your voice, Jotaro could hear your panic and despair. You wouldn’t call out for him and risk other people hearing unless something was seriously wrong.

“Fuck-!” The loud curse tumbled from his lips as his foot slammed into a buried piece of driftwood, hooking behind it and causing him to trip and harshly fall onto the beach. The first mate diverted his fall into a roll however, throwing sand into the air as he immediately got up and continued running.

He was so close to the ship now.

His lungs burned as he ran closer and closer, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness of the surf for any sign of life.

Seeing nothing, he ran past the bow, rounding the ship and coming to a slipping halt when he saw you clinging to the climbing net that hung on the side of the ship.

“Y/N!”

Your head snapped from looking upwards to the deck of the ship, over to your right, your eyes landing on your pirate standing on the beach.

“Jotaro!” You sobbed as you let go of the net, pushing yourself in his direction yet immediately submerging under the water, spluttering as you fought to stay above the surface.

Seeing this, Jotaro didn’t hesitate for even a second as he jumped into the sea, taking leaping strides as he fought through the water towards you.

Only once the cold and inky black reached the middle of his chest did he manage to get to you.

Warm arms wrapped around your torso and you let out a sob in relief as you were finally able to stop fighting, Jotaro holding you steady and against himself in the current.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?!” He called out, almost in a panic, seeing your face scrunched up in pain, soft, shaky sobs and wails leaving you.

Your hand travelled down to the back of your tail and Jotaro quietly apologised before turning you around in his arms, his eyes widening before a blazing anger took over when he saw the harpoon sticking out the back of your tail.

It was right above your dorsal fin, a place you were unable to reach with your own arms, making it so you couldn’t take the harpoon out yourself.

“Jotaro… I can’t breathe.” You choked out and, confused, Jotaro turned you back around, lifting you higher into his arms, only for the glimmer of moonlight to reflect on a dark crimson on the left side of your neck, starting to seep out and mar your skin now that the water wasn’t constantly washing it away.

“What the fuck happened…?!” Jotaro asked in disbelief, briefly touching the blood dripping from your wound - from your gills. Someone had slashed vertically over them, the cut dragging through to your chest.

“I was- a human-“ You choked out but Jotaro was quick to interject.

“Don’t speak. I know I asked, but don’t say anything.” Frantically looking around himself, Jotaro growled in frustration as he realised he had to drag you to shore. “Fuck!”

Carefully yet as quickly as he could, Jotaro looped his right arm under your tail, behind your dorsal fin - simultaneously re-gripping his left arm to hold you by your middle instead of by your shoulders - before he lifted you bridal style.

“Jotaro!” A new and familiar voice suddenly came onto the scene and Jotaro whipped his head back to see Polnareff and Kakyoin standing on the beach.

The two of them were about to call out what made him run away like that when they noticed the woman in his arms. No wait- was that…?

“Jotaro, what is…” Polnareff’s jaw was slack as he slowly moved forward, taking the first two steps into the water. Yet before he could come any further, Jotaro lowered your tail back into the water and drew the pistol that sat snugly in the leather loop that hung from his shoulders and sat around his torso, instantly pointing it at Polnareff, making the man freeze and shoot up his hands.

“Take a step closer. See what happens.”

“We mean no harm, Jotaro! But allow us to be surprised!” Kakyoin called out, taking a step forward as well, which earned him the pistol pointing at him. “Please.”

“Jotaro…” Your weak voice got his attention and he looked down at you, his glare melting into true concern at how weak you seemed. “Do you trust them?”

Briefly looking back at the two and back down, the pirate swallowed. “Yes.”

“Then so do I.”

Slowly, you placed your hand on the back of his neck, craning your own as you pulled him down and had his lips meet yours.

Inhaling sharply through his nose, Jotaro moved his arm holding the pistol until it was pointing up, melting into your kiss as he cradled you gently.

Breaking apart from each other, you smiled so softly and Jotaro took in a shaky breath, tasting the salt of the sea on his tongue. It only took a second more before an aggravated groan left him and he drew his arm holding the pistol back, right before throwing it towards the two on the beach, not bothering with having to tuck it back into its holster and waste time with that, already leaning down to pick you up again.

Kakyoin and Polnareff yelped at the incoming fire weapon, ducking and jumping out of the way as it bounced onto the beach and came to a still.

“Move!” Jotaro barked the order to Polnareff as he quickly carried you out of the sea, the majority of your tail dragging behind in the water. “Y/N, just stay awake and with me.” He kneeled down onto one knee as he muttered that, lowering you down towards the sand but turning you around at the last moment so that you would lay on your stomach.

Putting your tail down on the shore, Jotaro kept holding your torso aloft, making sure no sand would invade the wound on your neck and chest. Looking around, he looked for anything to lay you on, making a grab for his own overcoat when he couldn’t find anything, only for a familiar dark green jacket to already be placed under you.

Jotaro’s head shot up to see Kakyoin kneeled down next to himself, a warm yet confident look on his face. “We’re with you, Jotaro.”

“Who knew you had such a belle de la mer already.” Polnareff spoke up from standing behind Kakyoin, a reassuring grin sent down towards his first mate.

Letting out the breath he was holding, Jotaro angled his head down for a second, closing his eyes briefly before looking back up to his two friends, nodding in thanks.

Gently placing you on the jacket, Jotaro then quickly ordered Kakyoin to hold the harpoon upright, to prevent it from tearing your flesh any further due to gravity.

Throwing off his own overcoat, he then took off the white, billowy shirt he usually wore, ripping the left sleeve off before wrapping it around your neck, blood instantly soaking into the material.

Wasting no further time, the first mate looked towards the foreman. “Hold her tail down. If she thrashes, it can dig in further.” Nodding at the command, Polnareff kneeled down into the tide, pushing your tail down gently but firmly.

You flinched are the foreign pair of hands on you but Jotaro reassured you by giving a gentle squeeze to your upper arm.

“Keep it still, Kakyoin.” 

Positioning himself properly, the man put his knee on your lower back, fully keeping you pinned down as he placed his hands by the wound. The serrated edges were the problem and Jotaro gritted his teeth as he pulled out his dagger. It wasn’t exactly sterile but he’d pour some alcohol on the wound later, right now this thing just needed to get out of you.

With care, he lifted flesh and tendons, slowly working the harpoon free, Kakyoin aiding by angling the thing wherever the first mate needed him to.

All this time you were laying with your head buried down in the jacket, your jaw locked and teeth gritted. Not a peep of pain came from you, though your claws that dug deep into the sand betrayed your actual hurt.

Finally, Jotaro dropped his dagger and instead took hold of the harpoon, roughly yanking it up and pulling it out of your tail.

At this you hissed in pain but the first mate was already wrapping his ripped shirt around your tail, the makeshift bandage quickly tied with the aid of Polnareff lifting the base off the sand, while Kakyoin threw the harpoon to the side.

“I’m going to lower the supply lift.” The redheaded helmsman then spoke, crossing eyes with Jotaro who nodded in thanks, glad that his friend knew what he wanted. And with that, Kakyoin was off, running through the water and to the ship, intent to latch onto the climbing net and get up.

Finishing the knot on the side, Jotaro breathed a bit, suddenly feeling the chill of the night wind cut past his bare torso. Trying to not waste any time, he quickly grabbed his coat and shrugged it on, not even giving the garment time to settle as he was already carefully rolling you onto your side, picking you up naught a second later.

“We need to get her to the ship-” “I’ve got the tail.” Polnareff jumped in, lifting the end of your tail and as you lay in Jotaro’s arms, your head on his bare chest and heat emanating from his skin directly into yours. You couldn’t help but smile, tired and your eyes barely open as you watched the silver-haired man lift your heavy tail. He had longer hair than Jotaro, completely loose as it framed his face nicely, his clothes free and billowy, showing off most of his upper body. It wasn’t the kind of man you expected to be one of your pirate’s best friends, but at the same time it fit perfectly.

“Keep your eyes open.” The command was lowly uttered yet you took in a deep breath at it, blinking before looking up at the one who spoke it to you. Only now did you realise you were moving, Jotaro glancing down at you while he walked. “I’m taking you on board.”

“Jotaro!” A new voice entered the scene and the two pirates carrying you snapped their heads back to see Joseph and a part of the crew jogging into the scene. “What in the world-“ The captain’s eyes widened when he realised what his grandson and foreman were carrying, many of the crew gasping and murmuring.

“Merde, keep going Jotaro!” Polnareff called as he put your tail down. “I’ll keep them back!”

“Jotaro!”

His name called once again, Jotaro raised his head up to see Kakyoin waving from the ship, quickly lowering a plank attached to ropes, usually used to lift barrels and crates onto the ship, this time meant for you.

Looking back to the people on shore, his eyes briefly crossed with Avdol’s, the man seeming calm and nodding determinedly and Jotaro steeled his gaze, wading the last bit over to the ship before quickly pulling the plank down to the right place.

He wasted no time in putting you on it. “Hold on tight and stay still. I’ll pick you up on the deck.” With that, he folded your tail onto the plank as best as he could before giving the ok for Kakyoin, who started heaving you up.

Glancing to the shore to see Avdol and Polnareff stand together against the rest of the crew, Jotaro’s lip twitched into a thankful smile at the two before quickly clambering up the rope net.

At the top, he lifted you back into his arms before disappearing into his cabin, the crew climbing aboard to get answers, only to be met with a closed door and silence.

Until deep into the evening Jotaro treated your wounds. Stitching, cleaning and wrapping under lantern light. Right then and there, the man realised he didn’t want to lose you or see you hurt. Ever again.

From that point on, the rumours of the pirate ship ‘The Bizarre Adventure’ doubled, now said to be guarded by a creature of the sea, a Mermaid who’s soul was anchored to the ship and crew.

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jojo's bizarrre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba #jjba x reader #mer reader #pirate jotaro #x monster

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5. Mermaids

Day 5 of @fanovember (im delayed already and I already assumed I will not complete the list, let's just vibe)

Vax reencounters the mysterious creature that saved him during the last storm in the sea...

Probably grammar mistakes. I may have gone a bit overboard with this, idc. Vaxleth again cause I have clear preferences. Cute. Enjoy.

Day 5: Mermaids

“Get over it, Vax, it’s been weeks.”

“No. I know what I saw. I know what saved me.”

“Yeah, the tide, like it did with everyone else.”

“The tide doesn’t have hands, Vex'ahlia!”

"Again with that fairytale. Mermaids don't exist, Vax! You dreamt it!"

"I did not! I saw her! I heard her! She is real! Why can't you believe me!"

Vex crossed her arms with a disapproving look in her eyes. Vax groaned, stormed out of the room and ran through the corridor until he got out of the Whitestone castle.

He kept running swiftly to the shore. The sun was still high and rocks covered the water's edge. He jumped from one to the next one and sat in the middle of them. Vax took a small stone and threw it to a nearby rock.

The sea was as still as a lake, quite the opposite of what it looked like the last time they were in the open ocean. He took another pebble.

"I know I didn't dream it. I could never come up with such a beautiful face, or voice." He threw the pebble in a different direction.

"Auch."

Vax darted up, gripping his dagger handle. He silently jumped towards the rock that talked, crouched on top and quickly his blade made its way to a throat, not breaking skin. A gasp.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He murmured.

"I-I'm sorry, I was looking for something and then you popped out. You weren't supposed to see me, so I hid."

Then, realization hit him. That voice. "It's you." Vax retrieved the dagger. "You saved me." He could remember now. Eyes as green as a forest, scales shining like an emerald treasure.

She chuckled nervously. "I-I guess I did…" she said, curling a lock of her red hair around her fingers. "Glad to see you're feeling better."

"Yes…" He couldn't believe he was seeing her again. "I owe you my life."

"You really don't—"

"I do. I'm bound to you now"

"Oh. Uhm… okay. I'm Keyleth."

Vax shook her hand and tried not to turn red at the memory of those soft fingers stroking his face. "Vax'ildan, or Vax, for short."

Keyleth smiled. "That's a cute name."

That time he couldn't help becoming a boiled shrimp. "Uh… yours too. Ahem…" There was an awkward moment in silence in which both of them had to look away in different directions.

"So… about that bound…" Keyleth finally said.

"Yeah?"

"What does that exactly mean?"

"It means I must aid and protect you until my debt is paid."

"And when is that?"

"Whenever I save your life just like you did with mine."

"I see, then… can you help me find what I'm looking for?"

Vax hesitated. Looking for things wasn't the usual thing one would ask when someone tells them they’re bound to them. "Of course, what is it?"

Keyleth put her hand inside a little bag she was wearing on her shoulder and took out a small object. "I was trying to find the other half of this."

Vax took the object, that looked familiar to him. "Hey, that’s my compass. I lost it when… well, when we met."

"Oh, sorry it's broken."

Vax carefully observed the compass. "It's not broken, surprisingly."

"Isn't it? But I have this other one and it has another piece."

"Another piece? No, this is complete and working.” Vax took a look at the other item Keyleth was holding and he couldn’t help but smile. “That’s a watch, it’s a different thing, see?” He placed both objects side to side.

“What’s the difference?”

Vax leaned a bit towards her. “This one has numbers around, and the other has letters, it tells you the direction you’re going.”

“And what does the one with the numbers say?”

“Time, but yours is broken. Here.” Vax took out his own watch and showed her. He chuckled a bit at her surprised gasp.

“What’s that sound?” Keyleth took the watch to her ear. “It ticks. None of mine tick.”

“Yeah, they usually break underwater.” He put his watch back to his pocket and gave the compass to Keyleth.

“But is yours.”

“You can keep it, I already asked for a new one.”

“Vax!”

He looked back at the shore. Vex was walking towards him with Trinket by her side. “Oh, shit!”

“What?”

“That’s my sister.”

“I-I should go.”

Vax caught her hand before she could leave. “No, wait, she thinks I’m making you up, could you…”

“I’m sorry, Vax,” she interrupted. “No one should know I exist. Not even you.”

After a short second, Vax sighed. “All right, I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”

"Because you owe me your life?"

Vax chuckled again at her same beat. "Yeah."

Before he could say anything else, or move, he felt a wet kiss on his cheek, along with a soft hand on the other side of his face. "Thanks"

"Vax!"

"Coming!" He said. When he turned back to the sea, there was no trace of Keyleth. He went back to the shore.

"I knew I would find you here. Were you looking for your mysterious mermaid?"

"Yeah, about that… I…" Vax glanced at the ocean. "I thought you may be right, if mermaids were real we would have found them by now."

"Hm… I don't trust that sudden change of mind, but we're late for our meeting with Percy, let's hurry."

"Yeah." Vax's eyes wouldn't leave the sea.

"Come on!" Vex jerked his ear and walked back to the castle. "If you fall in love with the ocean it will swallow you up!"

#fanovember #critical role #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #cr1 #critical role fanfiction #vax'ildan #vaxleth #vaxildan #critical role vax #vax and vex #keyleth #critical role keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #vexahlia #critical role vex #vex'ahlia #tlovm #critical role tlovm #vax tlovm #keyleth tlovm #mermaid

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 8)

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Sweetness of the Depths by shikiso * (WIP)

Even if breeding with a mermaid worries him, Hoseok knows what  his civic duties involve and he is willing to do it. It's just a day in  his life ; he arrives in the morning, does the deed and gets back home  at night.

It doesn't exactly go as planned.

The Little Rabbit Bride by Kumatokkii

When Jungkook learns of his betrothal to the Snake Prince Hoseok, his entire world shatters before his eyes.

Can he overcome his fear of snakes for the good of his kingdom?

Or... are all the stories worth fearing?

Chapter 32: hopekook / ot7, explicit, exhibitionism & voyeurism by (chapter 32 of  drabbles & bits) by silklace

+ based on the convenience store vcr from the permission to dance on stage concert + please do not look for plot holes as you will find them + i just wanted to write about jk getting fucked against the shelves in a convenience store :( + features background ot7, voyeurism, exhibitionism, a plug, references to mild violence, and a heist in progress + pls do not read if any of those things are not your Vibe

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

I Swear I've Seen This In Porn Before by Kumatokkii

Namjoon has an addiction to bunny hybrid porn, which is starting to ruin the prospects of a normal relationship, much to his horror.

And then he meets Jeon Jungkook, cute, blonde, always in a beanie and big shirts, and feels the hope for normalcy return.

But... Jungkook has a secret... A secret Namjoon finds out at the worst (best) possible moment.

I'm going to get fierce from now on (I'm growling) by toyassi

Every time Namjoon growls, Jeongguk starts leaking slick.

high tide came (and brought you in) by raplinelover

Jungkook thinks his flatmate Namjoon hates him until one night Jungkook comes home with mascara running down his face.

Eyes On You by creambunkoo *

 "It's about your comfort."

 Jungkook tilts his head. "Like my mattress?"

 Namjoon would laugh if he didn't feel so nervous. "Like what you wear as, ah, underwear."

Namjoon accidentally notices Jungkook wearing panties and then can't stop thinking about it. (Jungkook can't stop thinking about it, either.)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin

émonder by macabre

Jeongguk appeared to him for the first time around last Christmas and Seokjin called the kid his Christmas angel because he saved him from some muggers. Jeongguk, bashful then (still bashful now) had blushed redder than the sucker punch to his face made him.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

Baby Blue Vengeance by Kumatokkii

After a painful rejection in high school, Jungkook never thought he'd ever see Min Yoongi again. But there he was tonight, across from the campfire, nothing at all like Jungkook remembered.

Revenge had been on his mind for so many years.

Would he finally get a chance to take it?

deny, denied by exarite *

“You should go home,” Taehyung says, scrunching his nose as he delicately sniffs, and Yoongi turns to him with a frown.

“I’m fine,” Yoongi says. His phone beeps and he jumps out of his skin.

“...right,” Taehyung says.

Yoongi’s not paying attention to him anymore, his eyes are glued to the text he just received, his alpha on high alert.

“Is that Jungkookie?”

“No,” Yoongi lies.

::

Min Yoongi is not on the verge of pre-rut, and he is not going to confess to Jeon Jungkook.

pack (?) by exarite

Contrary to popular belief, an alpha in rut is not a danger. At least—not a danger to all.

An alpha in rut is consumed by their animal instincts, but even an animal knows friend from foe.

When Jungkook is sent to pick up a Yoongi on the verge of rut, he's not worried. He's pack, after all.

Right?

spilled milk by exarite

“Hey,” Yoongi lowered his voice into a croon. His pheromones flittered out, and the alpha’s nostrils flared. He wasn’t looking at Yoongi’s face anymore, focused now on Yoongi’s breasts, and Yoongi gently snorted. They were all the same.

No matter how aggressive an alpha, they all calmed at Omega milk.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Quiz Me Softly by mangust_d *

Hoseok is a leader type omega and proud of it – he’s taken a quiz and everything!

But when his alpha best friend goes into rut during a sudden power outage, his resolve is truly tested for the first time in his life.

Deontology by FlyYouFools1 (WIP)

Maybe there's a reason the intelligence programmed into robots should be limited. Or...Hoseok gets a sex robot that malfunctions and develops feelings for him. The robot decides to keep Hoseok as his mindbroken sex doll.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V

You Belong to Me by koobibean *

Th was iffy about moving in with Nj from the get-go. He got bad vibes from Nj. He was too quiet, too weird, & not discreet with his attraction to Th. But it was either move in with him or live out on the streets in the middle of winter.

Th wished he’d chosen the latter.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Practice Makes Perfect by beebalm

"Anyone would trip over themselves to kiss you.” Namjoon says it like it’s a known fact, an axiom, and that gives Yoongi a little boost of courage. He swallows carefully and clears his throat before speaking. “Would you?” “What?” The edge of panic is back in Namjoon’s voice. “Would you kiss me? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? What I came here to ask."

OR

Yoongi has never been kissed. He asks Namjoon to help him out.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Puppy in the Snow by Kumatokkii

Meeting a handsome man for a winter fling was the last thing Jimin thought he'd find, out here in the snowy, frigid mountains.

Maybe Namjoon would be the salvation of this shitty trip after all...

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7

Rope Burns by Hermit_Hanes * (WIP)

Jungkook’s never been very good at this whole 'being a submissive' thing - no thanks to his (irritational) fear of doms. But who needs a real dom when he can just watch Suga and V's ASMR videos?

He's fine. Really.

The Kim eros disagrees.

Chapter 37: ot7, enlistment aftermath, mature (chapter 37 of  drabbles & bits) by silklace

When they get back to the dorm, Jungkook is the first to walk away from their awkward lingering at the door.

Eggshells by oldmythos * (WIP)

Jungkook has a system. He doesn't need help; he's an adult with his shit together and he has a system. But systems break down, and Jungkook thinks he can deal with a few broken eggs on his own until he can't.

Jungkook's new neighbors find something hopelessly endearing about the lonely sub crying over a few eggs in the hallway of their new apartment building.

The Flick of a Switch by glitterandgilt (WIP)

Communication is the most important element in any relationship. When a miscommunication between Namjoon and Yoongi gets blown out of proportion and Jungkook gets caught in the middle, it has unforeseen and far reaching consequences. Secrets that Jungkook didn't even know he was keeping are thrown in a bright spotlight as their lives change in the flick of a switch.

AKA that one time I wanted to write a 1000 word story about Jungkook helping out a sub Yoongi, only to get snuggled to death by the rest of BTS later, and looked up 10000 words later. Send help.

Give Me Shelter by Hermit_Hanes (WIP) 

Now, Taehyung isn’t naive. He knows trespassing is never a wise idea. It would be dangerous, stupid, and likely deadly to cross into another pack's territory uninvited.

But that's exactly why the hunters won’t follow him here.

He doesn't plan to stay long. Just for a few minutes, until the storm subsides, and then he'll be on his way.

The pack will never know the difference.

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM 

Of Accidental Doom Boys by mangust_d *

Namjoon wasn’t supposed to catch feelings for a one-night stand fourteen years younger than him, but here he is: pining for a pretty university student when he still hasn’t gotten over his straight best friend.

OR: The story of how Namjoon made silly assumptions, adopted a dog who hates him, and gained two boyfriends in the end.

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[tybaltsjuliet]

all this has happened before. an OUAT-inspired re-imagining.

WENDY DARLING.

if i know you at all i know you’ve gone too far so i can’t look at the stars

once upon a time, in neverland...

Wendy knew that the longer they lingered there, the less hope they’d ever have of getting away. But standing on the beach with Tiger Lily, gazing at the sea, she found herself doubting if this was really the best way out. Maybe she should have believed Hook, when he said he could take them back to England. Maybe she never should have left at all. But there was no changing that, now.

John sat in the boat, with Michael in his lap. Their youngest brother had worn himself out at last and was fast asleep, snuggling his persevering teddy bear. The poor animal looked about as beat as Wendy felt. But she couldn’t give into her own exhaustion, not yet. Not until they were home.

When they’d first come to Neverland, Wendy thought she would stay there forever. And Peter thought she would, too. She shuddered and glanced around the beach, half-expecting to see him or his shadow lurking there, ready to drag them back to the Hangman’s Tree. But the only shadows she saw were hers and Tiger Lily’s.

“Thank you for everything,” Wendy said, as Tiger Lily helped her step into the boat.

Tiger Lily squeezed her hand. “Be careful getting out of here. The mermaids shouldn’t give you any trouble, but if they do...”

“I’ll drown them,” Wendy finished, and Tiger Lily grinned.

“That’s the spirit.”

The mermaids had scared Wendy, back when she first came to Neverland. But now she knew there were much worse things dwelling there.

Tiger Lily helped them push away from the shore, and Wendy gripped the oars tightly as they set off. She knew, if she looked back, that she might see the outline of Skull Rock, or a flash of firelight from Tiger Lily’s camp on the plains. But she resisted. If she looked back, she was afraid she’d forget why they were leaving.

“No stars,” John observed glumly.

Wendy glanced up. Thick black storm clouds had rolled in, hiding the stars, and the sliver of the moon, too. “They’ve never helped us before,” she said firmly. “We’ll find our heading without them.”

John’s frown deepened, but he didn’t say anything. Wendy didn’t have the heart to be glad that, for once, he wasn’t bothering to question her.

The further out they got, the darker it grew. Neither of them noticed the shadow that was following them.

now, in storybrooke...

“Hey, Wendybird! David needs you!”

Wendy just about jumped out of her skin as Owen Cabot’s voice rang through the crowded hallway. A few of their classmates snickered, but most of them just rolled their eyes and went back to minding their own business. She hastily slammed her locker shut and made her way to David’s as quickly as she could.

“Found her,” Owen said, with a smug grin, when she got there. David looked profoundly mortified to exist on the same planet as him.

“Owen,” Wendy said sternly. “Don’t you have a rugby field to be terrorizing?”

He laughed and elbowed David affectionately before taking off. “You’re welcome!” he shouted, almost as an afterthought, when he’d gone halfway down the hall.

David winced. “Sorry about that. Um, I just wanted to ask, I mean, I was just thinking. If you wanted to come over tonight, we could get started on that thing for Mallory’s class. If you wanted.”

“I’d like to.” Wendy sighed and gnawed at the inside of her cheek. “But my parents are out of town again, and I don’t want to leave John and Michael by themselves too long...”

“I mean, they can come, too!” he said quickly. “You can all stay for dinner and everything. My folks wouldn’t mind. Really.”

Wendy briefly weighed what would be preferable: another night of trying to dodge the Cabots’ questions about how her parents were doing, or another night of trying to scrounge up something for herself and her brothers on her own. “Okay. Sure.”

“Cool. See you, Wendy.”

With a nervous smile, he disappeared into the crowd. Wendy hoped she’d make it out of the building without further incident, but she had no such luck. Ms. Desjardins’s nose might have been stuck in a book, but that didn’t stop her from honing right in on her as she passed by the library.

“Wendy!” she called. “Can I borrow you real quick?”

Wendy should have pretended that she hadn’t heard. She was very good at pretending. Instead, she bit back a sigh and stepped inside the library.

“I just wanted to say, I loved that story you wrote for the school magazine,” Ms. Desjardins said. “It was really excellent. You have a gift, do you know that?”

As much as she wanted to make her escape, Wendy couldn’t help but smile at that. “Thanks.”

Ms. Desjardins set her book down, and fixed Wendy with a knowing look. “You should read it at the next family night. Your parents will be there, right? I missed them last term.”

Her voice was as friendly and warm as it always was. But Wendy knew that the part she wasn’t saying: And the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that.

“I hope so,” she said, and that, at least, was not a lie.

But that wasn’t enough for Ms. Desjardins. “They're not still away, are they?” When Wendy didn’t answer, she frowned. “What do they do for a living, again? Your little brother already gave me the circus story.”

“International spies, actually. We’re really not supposed to talk about it.” She laughed weakly, but Ms. Desjardins’s frown deepened. “I’ll make sure they come next time, I promise. Have a good weekend!”

And, before Ms. Desjardins could say anything else, Wendy ducked out of the library and darted away. She hated lying to Ms. Desjardins - and to David’s parents, and to Ms. Mallory, and to everyone else who, she knew, was just trying to look out for them. But she wasn’t about to risk her and her brothers getting split up. Not when their parents would be home any day now.

Any day now, Wendy thought, willing herself to keep believing it. She straightened her shoulders, clutched her books close to her chest, and went to find John and Michael.

#finally starting to get some of this thing written down! #wendy gets the first set because she is thee protagonist :) #inasmuch as OUAT has one of those #i KNOW none of you are gonna believe me but i swear ms. desjardins is not a purposeful carrie reference #i only thought of that after i had settled on that name for [redacted] in storybrooke #but. it is a good reference anyway so it can stay. #;all this has happened before. #;dream factory. #;swan’s graphicks. #;swan’s stories.

[nar-nia]

finding a friend boyfriend whatever this is

word count: 5k

warnings: fear of heights, panic attacks

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"Please?"

"No. We already played it yesterday, I don't want to."

"But-"

"I said no."

With a huff you turned away from your sister, arms folded in front of your chest. This was not fun. Wasn't the whole point of a vacation in a hotel with a pool to pretend to be a mermaid in said pool? It certainly was what you had been looking forward to in those past few weeks. And now, on the third day, no one wanted to play with you anymore. 'I swallowed too much water', 'it's too exhausting' or 'I always have to be the evil mermaid' were just a few of the many excuses your two sisters had told you, and to be honest you started to feel annoyed. You joined every shopping trip they had planned, so why couldn't they play with you in the pool instead? It really wasn't too much to ask.

You were splashing around a bit, boredom taking over, when you spotted a guy around your age at the other side of the pool. He seemed to be bored too, jumping in from the sideline before lying on his back for a few minutes, when he started again. Maybe you could… no. You couldn't just ask a stranger to play mermaid with you. Especially a guy, that would be so embarrassing. But on the other hand… you were bored, he seemed to be bored, and he didn't know you. If he said no you just had to stay inside for the rest of your vacation and you'd never see him again. You took a deep breath, before you made up your mind and swam towards him.

"Hey," you said shyly, shielding your eyes from the sun.

"Hey!" he grinned back, seemingly delighted that someone decided to talk to him.

"Uhm… I was wondering if you wanted to play with me?"

"Sure!" His smile got even bigger. "What do you want to play?"

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. Now you actually did feel a bit embarrassed. "Uhm…mermaid?"

"Mermaid?" He looked at you like you were insane, and in that moment you would have preferred to dive down and never come up again. You shouldn't have asked, now you really needed to hide in your hotel room. Why did you ask?

"What does that mean?"

Oh. Maybe he didn't think that you were insane at all. Maybe he was just confused.

"Hm… actually just that we swim underwater like mermaids. Oh, we could race each other?"

"A race!" His eyes started to shine. "I'm in."

You nodded excitedly. "Okay, but you need to swim like a mermaid! Here, let me show you."

He was watching you with a grin, while you were demonstrating all the moves. You had to admit that you felt a bit dumb, but it didn't really seem like he made fun of you. Or well, you hoped he didn't make fun of you. When you came back up to the surface he was still looking at you, his hand rubbing around his neck.

"It does look a bit weird, doesn't it?"

The corners of your mouth instantly moved downwards, disappointment evident in your features. "I mean you don't have to… it was just an idea."

"You said we could do a race, right? How about a race to decide who's faster? You try your… mermaid method and I swim normally. And whoever wins gets to decide the swimming style."

That sounded better already. You smiled again, looking up at him. "Deal."

You would like to say that you were not surprised that you won, but the guy was incredibly fast. Still, he couldn't compete with you at all, which was why he was currently trying not to drown while swimming like a mermaid.

"I mean the whole point is-" You jumped backwards to escape his hands that were just splashing water everywhere - "the whole point is to be underwater, so I don't know why you're trying to stay above it."

"It just feels weird, okay? I can't swim like that."

"You're not supposed to swim, you're supposed to dive. Just try it, it will feel way more natural."

He nodded, taking one last breath before diving down. You on the other hand pushed yourself out of the water and sat down at the edge of the pool. A wise decision, because only seconds later the guy's feet were above the water, splashing even more water around than his arms before.

"You need to dive deeper!" you shouted, hoping that he could hear you. And it seemed like he could, because his feet slowly moved downwards again and you could see him swimming right above the bottom. It looked way better now, and you dared to get close to him again, a broad grin on both of your faces when he came back up.

"Okay, maybe it is fun."

"I told you so! Do you want another race?"

"Sure!"

You spent the rest of the evening racing each other, and by the time your mother called you for dinner you were almost even.

"Surprisingly I had a lot of fun today," he smiled at you, his eyes searching for yours.

"Me too! I-"

"Y/n? Are you coming?"

"One second, mum! I really appreciated you playing with me."

"Maybe we can-"

"Y/n, now!"

"I'm sorry, I have to-"

"Y/n!"

Your mum appeared next to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind her.

"Wait, will you be here tommo-" You thought you had seen him nod, but then you were already around a corner, voice fading with the wind.

"There's no need to sulk. I called you four times today."

You didn't react, your eyes glaring at the food on your table instead. She could have given you one more minute. You didn't even get to ask for his name!

"You know how it is, mum. Young love…"

"I'm not in love with him," you hissed, your eyes now glaring at your sister. "He was nice to me, contrary to you."

"I'm sure you'll see him again tomorrow. And no fights during dinner."

But that was the problem, wasn't it? You didn't know if you would see him again tomorrow. You didn't know if he would still be here or if he might have gone home already. You knew nothing.

"Y/n."

"I'm not hungry anymore."

"Can we have at least one peaceful meal?" Your mothers voice became quieter as you left the little restaurant in the corner of your hotel to get back to your room. They didn't understand. You weren't upset that you had to go to dinner. You were upset because after so many years you had finally found someone who was nice to you, who might become your friend and enjoy your company, and then you couldn't even make sure that you two would see each other again. You were usually the odd one out, both with your sisters and with other people your age. In contrast to them you had a hard time finding new friends, no matter how hard you tried. So someone willing to talk and play with you? It was special.

When you entered the hallway to your room you were so deep in thought that you didn't notice the person in front of you, running right into them.

"Oops, sorry," you mumbled, your eyes moving up to look at the person. Higher and higher, until you reached his face -

"You!" It was the guy from the pool. You hadn't even noticed how much of a giant he was when you were both swimming, but now you had to crane your neck to really look at him. You took a step backwards, reciprocating the smile on his face.

"Me," he grinned. He almost seemed to be happy to see you again. "We didn't really get to say goodbye earlier."

"Yeah, sorry about my mum. I actually wanted to ask if we would see each other again tomorrow?"

"Sure! I had a lot of fun today."

You nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. You never really came that far with holiday friendships. What was supposed to come next? Do you just say bye or…

"Tomorrow morning? The pool is still empty at that time."

"Sounds perfect."

Now it was his turn to nod. "Well… this is my room."

You smiled at each other, a nervous silence filling the hallway. He looked at you before turning around, opening the door to his room.

"Oh, wait!" Your shout made him freeze, his head snapping towards you. "Your name?"

"Aah. I'm Riki!"

"Nice to meet you, Riki. I'm y/n."

He smiled again. "Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight! I'll see you tomorrow."

When you walked towards your room you already felt better. Riki. The name suited him. And you would see him again tomorrow! You couldn't stop the grin on your face: you finally made a friend.

"I'm glad to see you're in a better mood today." You just nodded at your mother's words. An answer would just cause another discussion, and you already had a lot of them last night. Plus nothing could ruin your mood today, because in exactly 54 minutes you would see Riki again, as a glance at the clock confirmed. You didn't really know yourself why you felt so giddy when you thought about it, but you blamed the fact that you usually had to spend holidays alone. This was new for you. As soon as the clock showed that you had 15 minutes left you jumped up from the table, ignoring your mother's demand to help with the dishes, and ran to your room to get ready. 5 minutes before your meeting you were on your way out the door, when your mothers hand was suddenly in front of you, keeping you from leaving the room.

"The dishes."

With a groan you turned towards the small kitchen counter and the mountain of dishes placed on it. Well, maybe not a mountain, but too much to finish in 5 minutes. Now 4.

"I'll do it tomorrow, I promise," you whined. You had two sisters who could do it instead, this was not fair.

"Y/n." Your mothers voice made it clear that she wasn't in the mood for a discussion. You let out one desperate groan before you took care of the dishes, your mother keeping her eyes on you at all times. Your eyes were fixated at the clock. You were 5 minutes late. 10. 15…

"Okay I'm done, bye mum!" You ran out the door before your mother could give you even more chores, and out to the pool. You really hoped Riki was still there…

And he was. He was leaning backwards, face turned towards the warm morning sun, his feet lazily moving in the pool. He looked like he came right out of a commercial - and you were staring. While shaking your head you wanted to greet him, but you changed your mind. You had another plan. You got quietly in the pool, diving towards him. Then in one swift motion you came back up, hands ready to push the water in Rikis direction - but you didn't even have time for that before a big wave landed right in your face.

"What-"

You heard Riki laugh, and when you got the water out of your eyes you could see his whole body shaking with laughter, causing him to almost fall into the pool.

"You should have seen your face! Did you really think I wouldn't notice you?"

You were speechless. You had such a good plan! But his laughter was so addicting, you couldn't help but join in.

"I did, yes. Guess I need to come up with a better plan."

He nodded, eyes resting on you. "I can't wait."

You could feel the heat creeping back into your cheeks, and you quickly dived down again, hoping that Riki wouldn't notice anything. You didn't know what it was that made you blush so much around him, but you hoped it would stop before it became too embarrassing.

"So what's the plan for today?" Maybe a change of topic would help.

"Since you decided yesterday it's only fair that today is my turn." He waited until you signaled that you agreed. "We'll be jumping from up there."

His finger moved towards the diving platforms - right towards the biggest one. 10 meters.

"I don't think this is a good i-"

"Why, are you afraid?" He chuckled and began to run towards the platform. The problem was, you were actually afraid. Especially if he wanted to jump right from the highest platform. You were scared of heights ever since you almost fell from a cliff as a little kid, and jumping from a diving platform? That was certainly one of the last things on your wishlist. But you didn't want Riki to think that you were a coward, not when you only knew each other for a day. You wanted to keep him as a friend. Which was precisely why you found yourself stepping up the letter, foot after foot, up to where Riki was already waiting.

"Okay, are you ready?" He threw one last grin in your direction, before he started to run and jump straight down. It looked so easy when he did it, but when you took a step forward you froze. This was even higher than you thought. You couldn't jump down, you would break every single bone or even worse… and the pool under you didn't look that big either, what if you missed it? Suddenly you felt dizzy. You couldn't do this. Who cares if Riki thought you were a coward, you didn't want to risk your life. You slowly went backwards again, towards the ladder that would bring you to safety, when you froze again. This was so high up, too. What if you missed a step and fell all the way down? You were stuck. Quietly whimpering you sat down, your hands grabbing the railing next to you so hard that the knuckles turned white. Why did you agree to do this? Why did you care so much about Rikis opinion? Now he had to get your mum and you were not only embarrassed in front of him, but in front of everyone. And you would surely get another monologue from your mother.

You didn't know how much time had passed but you suddenly noticed a shadow in front of you, followed by someone kneeling down.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" It was Riki. You couldn't answer, you just let out another whimper and shook your head.

"I called your name but you didn't react… are you scared of heights?"

This time you nodded.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

The plan was to tell him that he couldn't have known, that it was not his fault, but all that came out were a few mumbled words and a cry when you felt a breath of wind. One hand was still around the railing, but the other was now wrapped around Rikis arm, your nails digging into his skin. You were too scared to notice, though.

"Do you trust me?"

To be honest you weren't so sure anymore. But you needed to get down somehow, so you nodded quickly. Riki took both of your hands in his, not once complaining about your strong grip, and slowly moved backwards. Both of you were more crawling than walking, moving slowly, but he didn't say anything. He just slowly guided you to the end of the platform before pulling you onto your feet.

"Just close your eyes," he whispered. You didn't want to, especially not when you were that high up, but did you have another choice? No. So you complied, even though everything inside you told you not to. The next thing you felt were Rikis arms around you, one hand pressing your head softly against his chest while the other was wrapped firmly around your chest. And then he moved another step backwards -

and you fell.

He let go of you as soon as you went underwater, his hands now under your armpits, pulling you up and towards the edge. You quickly got out of the water, stumbling a few steps before you broke down crying. You didn't even care if Riki saw you, right now this was just all too much.

After a few seconds you felt arms wrapped around your body, accompanied by little whispers. When you managed to calm down a bit you realized that it was Riki, who mumbled "everything's alright" and "you're on the ground now, nothing can happen" in your ear. You felt his chest moving with every breath and tried to adapt it, but it still took a while until you calmed down enough to breathe normally again.

"Are you okay?" You hear Riki mumble. When you nodded he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you softly away to look at your face, examining you. "Do you want to sit down? Something to drink? Anything I can do?"

"Something to drink sounds good," you answered, voice hoarse. You still needed some time to fully calm down. Riki just nodded before he guided you to a lounger, helping you sit down.

"Wait here, okay? I'll get you something."

You couldn't even react with how fast he was gone, disappearing into the hotel to get something to drink. But maybe it was good to get a second for yourself. You couldn't believe you actually tried to get on the diving platform. And all because of a guy you barely knew? It was stupid, and now he probably thought you were a scared little kid, even though you wanted to prove the opposite, you wanted to impress him.

You shook your head, trying to knock some sense back into you. Why did you care so much? You wouldn't see him after this vacation anyways, so why did you want him to be impressed? To like you? You weren’t that desperate to make friends, were you?

Your thoughts were cut short when a hand entered your field of vision, offering you a glass of water. When you looked up Riki smiled at you, but he still looked worried. Now you felt a bit bad. You didn’t mean to worry him that much. You wanted to see his happy smile again, not this.

“Thank you.” Riki just nodded while you drowned the glass as if you hadn’t been worried about drowning just minutes before.

“Why didn’t you tell me? That you were scared of heights?” He sat down next to you, taking the glass back as soon as it was empty and placed it on the ground. When he turned towards you your knees bumped into each other – and it felt like your heart stopped for a second. You froze, eyes stuck on your knees like glue. Your knees that were still touching.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm? Sorry.” Your head turned towards him, and to your disappointment he moved his knee away. Wait a minute. To your disappointment? No, this couldn’t be disappointment. Your knees were touching. That’s all.

“Earth to y/n? Should we go to a doctor? You keep spacing out.”

“I’m okay. Sorry. I just- I’m okay.”

He nodded, not pushing you any further. You two sat in silence for a while, before he turned towards you again – your knees pressing softly against each other. “So that’s why you want to play mermaid?”

You looked at him in confusion, brows furrowed.

“Because the sea doesn’t go high up but deep down.”

You stared at him with an open mouth, before you let out a chuckle. “Well, to be fair I would probably freak out in the ocean too. It might go deep down but that also means that I’m high up, even when I’m under water.”

“Hmm,” Riki shrugged. “Guess that means I’ll have to save you again.”

“My knight in shining armor,” you grinned. “Although you’re so tall that you probably wouldn’t even fit in one.”

“Is that a compliment? I’m also pretty sure I would drown if I wore an armor.”

“Oh, so I would be the one rescuing you then? I like that idea.”

Riki laughed, his shoulder nudging against yours. “I wouldn’t mind that either.”

When you looked up at him your eyes were meeting, both of you unable to look away. You could feel heat creeping up your cheeks, your heart rate going up – and if you were not mistaken Riki was blushing too. His hand reached out towards you, fingers pushing a wet strand of hair behind your ear. You could feel it burning up too. It was like a spell was cast between you two, forcing you to look at each other. Not that you minded, although a small part in your brain was wondering if you should say something, if this situation wasn’t a bit awkward.

“Y/n!” Oh no. Now it was going to be awkward. You looked to your side, where your sister was hovering over you, a wide grin on your face. “Care to introduce us?”

No, actually. You didn’t.

Riki seemed to feel the tension that suddenly appeared, his hand disappearing from your face and instead being outstretched towards your sister. “I’m Riki. Nice to meet you!”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Your sister shook his hand, but her glance was directed towards you, promising endless hours of teasing later. You had to suppress a groan.

“Y/n, mum is calling for you. We want to go to the beach later and you should get ready. Seems like you need some time for that.”

You just stared at her, urging to move away- which she finally did, but with a broad grin on her face. You wanted to push her into the pool.

“Well, I guess it’s time to say goodbye, then.” Were you mistaken or did he actually look sad?

“I guess…” You really didn’t want to say goodbye yet. You didn’t like this at all.

Suddenly Rikis face lit up. “Hey, I can ask my parents if we can go to the beach too! We can play some Volleyball together.”

You liked how easily he could make you smile again. “Oh! Yes!”

The two of you quickly said goodbye, both of you running to your rooms to get ready.

“Y/n has a cruuush”, your sister sang again, eyes fixated on you to see all of your reactions. But contrary to her expectations you only squinted at her, making sure to bump hardly against her shoulder when you went back to the living room. You didn’t have a crush. You just finally had a friend that made your annoying family a bit better to endure, and your vacation a lot better.

“Y/n, did you put on some sunscreen?”

“Yes mum!”

Your parents were still walking around the apartment, grabbing stuff they had forgotten so far, but after 10 more minutes they were done, and you were on your way. Finally. You were starting to feel giddy again, constantly running forward until you remembered that your family was still there, slowly strolling behind you. It’s like they wanted to sabotage you meeting Riki.

“And did you remember to pack your hat this time?”

“Yes muuuum,” you groaned, your head thrown back into your neck. When would you finally leave?

“Y/n?” You spun around at the familiar voice. It didn’t belong to your family, but you knew it well by now.

“Hi!” You grinned and waved towards the boy, whose family was just a bit behind yours. Hmm, maybe they hadn’t tried to sabotage you at all. Your family turned around too, greeting each other before they looked expectantly towards you and your friend. To your relief Riki took over the introductions, and it didn’t take long until your families decided to go to the beach together, all getting along quite well. Even your sister was distracted, too busy talking with Rikis sister about various things. Not like you paid attention. You walked ahead, almost beaming that you got to spend even more time with Riki now.

“My family took forever, I was nervous I wouldn’t find you,” you mumbled, eyes focused on the way in front of you.

“So, are you ready for our volleyball match later?” Riki asked after a while of comfortable silence.

“Same with mine! It was so annoying, I was ready 20 minutes ago.”

“Me too!” You both laughed. When you looked up you noticed Riki looking at you, his eyes quickly darting away when your eyes met his. You didn’t know why exactly, but it caused a smile that was spreading all over your face.

“Oh, I will beat you. Just you wait!” you grinned, softly nudging his shoulder.

“Jokes on you. I am actually a secret volleyball star player.”

You huffed. “Yes, the great Nishimura Riki. I’ve heard sooo much of you.”

“Hey. I said I’m a secret volleyball star player. Of course you haven’t heard of me.” He laughed, one arm suddenly wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer. “You need to listen to me.”

Your face suddenly started burning, red spreading all over it. You didn’t know if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer, your thoughts a mess. You liked this. Did you? Or did you not? You did. Right?

“Ugh.” Oh. You froze when you noticed you had said this out loud, Riki stumbling a step forward before he turned towards you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Ugh? Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” You both jumped slightly at your loud voice, but your family didn’t seem to notice. Good for you.

Riki nodded and you two continued your way to the beach. But he didn’t look convinced, and he also didn’t put his arm around your shoulders again. You missed it. Maybe you should do the first step this time? You hesitated for a second, wondering what to do, until you felt his hand continuously brushing against yours. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage – and softly took his hand into yours when it brushed against you again. Within seconds you could see a blush spread on Rikis face, his eyes avoiding yours and instead hushing around the whole scenery. It was like the roles were reversed. And to be honest… you liked it. You liked that he got as flustered as you, and you also liked holding his hand. Good that you could settle this. And good that Riki seemed to like it too as he gripped your hand a bit tighter, swinging your arms around until you reached the beach. While your parents set up the lounges and everything Riki had already grabbed the ball and pulled you with him to the little volleyball areas, his hand not letting go of yours.

“No,” you repeated again, quieter this time. “I’m sorry.”

“Is everything okay?” Riki looked worried, but you didn’t really have an answer to ease this worry. You didn’t really know yourself what was going on, your own feelings starting to confuse you.

“Okay, are you ready?”

You nodded, getting into position. It was a heated match, both of you not willing to go easy on the other, set to win. And it went well, you were a few points before Riki – until you miscalculated Rikis strength and could only watch as the ball came flying into your direction. It barely missed your nose, hitting your side of the face right next to your eye and send you flying to the ground.

“Shit,” you heard a voice shout, your vision darkening when you noticed a figure kneeling down above you. “Are you okay?”

You just groaned, your head buzzing to much to think of a coherent answer.

“Hey,” you croaked, your voice all hoarse and very reflective of how you were feeling.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I wasn’t aiming for your head. Can you answer? I’m kinda freaking out right now.”

You couldn’t, but you moved your hand instead, grabbing Rikis to assure him you were fine. Or well – as fine as you could be. You heard a relieved sign, finally being able to open your eyes to watch Riki place his other hand on top of yours, leading it to his lips. His eyes met yours right when he pressed a soft kiss onto your hand – an action that made your heart flutter.

“Hey,” Riki mumbled back, pushing some stray strands of hair behind your ear. “I was really worried.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You? I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you this hard.”

“I guess that means you won,” you tried to joke, but every attempt at a laugh resulted in an even bigger headache.

“Is that okay?”

“Maybe I should get your parents… Give me a second.”

You wanted to protest, not wanting him to leave, but it turned into surprised when he suddenly picked you up, carefully walking a few steps to see if he could carry you to your parents.

You nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck to keep yourself close to him. You closed your eyes again, finding that the darkness hurt your head way less. Instead you were focusing on Rikis deep breaths, his smell that surrounded you and somehow calmed you down.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he whispered against your hair, and you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering again.

Okay. Maybe you had hit your head pretty hard and were just confused. Or maybe you actually had a crush on Riki.

~~~

here it finally is! i worked so long on this story i don't even know what to think about it anymore. this started last year for a collab but that ended so i kinda forgot about it, so i decided to just publish it now that summer starts again! please let me know your opinions, i love to hear from you <33

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[eviethedevil]

Everlong love (Peter Pan x reader) pt2

A NEW GEUST

It made its move.

But just as it was less than a centimetre from ripping my heart from body, I felt a pair of strong arms grab onto me. 

I screamed as I jolted up in my bed. It’s took my eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness and I realised I was back in my hut, safe and sound, like always. I layed back down for a few minutes, trying to relax, but that horrid dream kept circling through my mind. Yet just as I felt my mind start to doze a knock came at my door. I quickly grabbed my dressing gown and slid it on as I opened the rustic old door, to see Peter Pan himself stood there with what I could only call a worried look on his face. But that quickly disappeared, though i could have sworn I could still see a hint of concern in his pure emerald eye’s.

“What is the point in this commotion?” He exclaimed coldly in a thick British accent.

”bad dream” I blatantly replied, not in the mood for conversation, “why would you care?”

“Someone’s in a bad mood I see” 

“well considering what I’ve seen in my life I’d say I’m in an amazing mindset compared to any human”

”you say that as though you’re not human, but by the way, there’s not much point going back to sleep, the boys wake up in about half an hour.”

”Noted. Have we got any leftover meat from last night?” I asked before I forgot and also trying to change the subject, “If we do I should get on with breakfast now, an island of boys needs a lot of food and that takes a long time to cook!”

”yeah I think theres a dear and a few rabbits left, I’ll go start waking up the boys” He started walking away but yelled, “I’ll send Felix and Devin to help you!” as he reached the bottom of my huts steps.

I closed the door as he left and went to change. I checked my closet and pulled out the first thing I saw, a green crop top with some brown joggers and a matching jacket. After changing I made my way out the door, checking that my dagger was secure in my arm sheath before sliding my jacket on top. 

In a matter of minutes I was outside the new kitchen I got the boys to make, well pan got them to make it, but im the only one that uses it at this point. Almost immediately after getting inside I set to work, getting out millions of pots and pans along with a few spices. After starting the fire below the main cooking pot, I checked to pantry and, sure enough, saw a whole dear and 6 rabbits leftover from last night. That was the best hunt we’ve had in a long time.

About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the kitchen door. I put my cup of tea I just made down and went to see who it was. But before I even got hold of the handle the door burst open with enough force it might as well have come of it’s hinges. 

A swift moving cloaked figure carried a seemingly unconscious young boy and dumped him on the table.

”Felix what happened?!” I yelled as I ran over to the unfamiliar boy. Upon closer inspection I saw a deep gash on his forehead and bite marks on his leg. He was ghost pale with dripping auburn hair, and looked soaked.

”we’re not sure, I was on my way here when I heard a scream and went to investigate, found him knocked out near the Mermaid lagoon. Must’ve got attacked by them.” The tall blonde boy said. Out of no-where Devin appeared in the doorway, making me jump back. 

“Where the hell did you come from Devin?!” I asked the small brunette boy.

”Dont worry, I’ll go and get pan he need to see this.” He replied then ran off out the door. 

I quickly wet a rag and cleaned up some of the blood on the boy. “Felix go grab my medical box from my cabin will you? It’s in my dresser.” The boy nodded silently and left. 

Soon after I cleaned up all the blood the young boys eyes slowly opened, taking in his surroundings. As soon as he saw me he nearly jumped out his skin.

”hey sleepy head, calm down your safe,” I reassured him, “can you tell me what your name is?” 

“T-t-Thomas…” he answered with a shaky voice, not taking his eyes off me. 

“We’ll Thomas, my names Y/N” He gasped as I said my name, I raised an eyebrow, one of the many traits I got from Pan.

He stuttered, “y-y-y/n?”

”yes…?” 

But just as he opened his mouth to reasoning the door burst open once again, pan stomping over with a furious look. Felix closely followed behind holding my small red medical box. After passing it to me he whispers “good luck” and quickly left out the still open door. I walked over wearily and closed the door. 

“Hi pan…” I said, worried how he would react to the boy. he stopped pacing and turned to me, his gazed softened as we made eye contact.

”I see we have a new guest”

#peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #peter pan ouat #once upon a time #ouat peter pan #felix ouat

[kittenbabe00]

His Mermaid

Aqua Man x Black Plus Size Fem Reader

❣︎❣︎❣︎❣︎❣︎❣︎❣︎❣︎❣︎❣︎

Warnings: Beach sex, water kink, squirting, degradation, physical bruising (both parties)

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Everything has finally been peaceful since the fight between Arthur and his brother Orin and Arthur won, Orin was then taken away to the sand kingdom and everything from there has been bliss.

“Hey baby.” You coo as Arthur walks in through your apartment door and plops his big strong body down on your couch

“Hey babe.” Arthur says kissing your kissing your cheek

“Let me guess you want a beer?” You ask and he smirks at you

“You know me so well.” He says smacking your ass as you get up from the couch to go to the fridge to grab him a beer

You sit back down and hand it to him

“Thanks gorgeous.” He says before popping it open and downing it

“So I was thinking we can go to the beach.” Arthur says his hand gripping your thigh

“Now? But there’s nobody there.” I point out and he looks at me

“Exactly!!” He exclaims

“Fine just let me change into something.” You get up from the couch and head to your room

Being with Arthur has given you a confidence boost to wear certain things like crop tops and shorts

You put on a red Super Mario crop top and some blue ripped shorts

You walk out the room and he gives you that all to familiar stare

Your pussy clenches but you ignore

“I’m ready to go.” You tell and he smirks and stands to his 6’2 height

“Great let’s go!” Arthur says excitedly grabbing your hand and walking towards the door

You make sure you have your apartment key with you and that the door was locked

And you walk hand in hand to his pick up truck, he helps you get in and closes your door, and then he gets in the driver side

The truck roars to life and you two were off to the beach

“How’s your dad?” You ask fiddling with the radio

“The old man’s fine, he keeps asking when is he expecting grandkids.” Arthur says and you laugh

“You’re Arthur king of the sea you would be too busy for kids.” You say laughing

“I wouldn’t be too busy for you or the kids.” Arthur says seriously while his hand is itching closer and closer to your clothed pussy

“But I mean I can’t breathe underwater!” You exclaim

“I can fix that if you want to live with me underwater.” Arthur says hand cupping your pussy

“We’re here!!” You say excitedly almost jumping out the car, Arthur deads the engine and you both get out

Arthur grabs the large blanket from the back since last time you complained about sand getting in your hair

Arthur lays the blanket on the ground and sits on and pats next to him for your to sit next to him

With him being gone a lot it made you miss him a lot

So you sit next to him and he pulls you into a passionate kiss his tongue wrestling with yours for dominance until he won

He laid you on the blanket taking your clothes until he saw you had no panties on

“No panties?” Arthur smirks as you shyly look away

Arthur points two of his fingers towards the ocean the water binding your wrists so you couldn’t move your hands

Arthur kisses you from the valley of your breasts, to your fupa, to your sopping wet pussy

“Arthur please don’t tease me.” You beg and he looks at

“I don’t intend to.” He says and opens your lips and plants a kiss right on your clit before he starts licking it

“FUCK OH MY GOODNESS!!” You cry out and then he starts sucking on your engorged clit

“YES ARTHUR JUST LIKE THAT!!” You shout, thank God you were the only two at the beach

The way he transitioned between licking and sucking your clit the stimulation was becoming too much

“I’M GOING TO CUM ARTHUR!” You warn him

“Cum in my fucking mouth right now Y/N!!” Arthur demands

“I’M CUMMING!!!” You scream your legs shaking profusely as he slows up on your clit before coming back up to you

You can see his face in the moonlight glistening with your wetness

“Say ahh.” He smirks

You open your mouth and say “Ahhh.”

Arthur spits in your mouth and sloppily kisses you letting you taste yourself off his tongue

He gets up and he strips letting you see take off each article of clothing until you see his cock standing against he lower stomach

“Fuck my sexy fucking mermaid all mine.” Arthur says licking your lips before settling back on his knees

“Now suck daddy’s dick.” Arthur demands and since your wrists are still bound you can only move you head

So you you take him all the way down your throat you gag just a little, but not too much and your tongue licks on his tip as you bob your head back and forth his hand in your hair massaging your scalp

“Fuck yeah!! Fuck yeah that’s it, now hold still while daddy fucks your face.” Arthur says slapping your cheek

He grabs both sides of your face and thrusts earning more gagging noises from you

He thrusts his hips back and forth so sprightly

“Fuckkk I’m gonna cum and you better not swallow understand me? He ask slapping my face again

His hips start to move I a sporadic manner letting me know he’s about to cum

I could feel his cock throbbing inside my mouth

“FUCK ‘M CUMMING FUCKKKK!!!” Arthur moans I could feel his cum filling up my mouth, but I did as told and now swallow it

“Good slut for daddy.” Arthur praises you and he kisses swapping his cum with you until you both swallow

“Please I can’t wait anymore put it in daddy.” You beg and Arthur rubs the side of my face he slapped

He flipped us over where I was on top and he was underneath me, I could feel his tip teasing at my entrance

I could feel all eight of inches start to slide inside

“FUCK!!” We both moan

“Fuck you’re so tight Y/N!” Arthur groans

“I’ve missed you so much daddy.” I confess

“Well let daddy make up for lost time.” Arthur smirks and grabs your hips dragging you all the way up till it was just his tip and slammed you all the way down on him

“DAMN DADDY YESSSSS!!!” You moan he dick feeling every crevice of your tight pussy

“Pussy so fucking tight and it’s all for me!! Fuck!!” Arthur grunts thrust his hips upward touching that spot that no one else can touch

“FUCK YES I’M GETTING CLOSE DADDY!!!” You wail bouncing along with his thrusts helping him to reach both of your orgasms

“FUCK IM GONNA CUM BABY!!!” Arthur moans

“CUM INSIDE ME DADDY!!!” You squeal

“AHHH!!!”

“CUMMING!!”

You could feel his warm cum shooting into your womb and you sat on his dick feeling it go slightly limp

The water released you and you were free to move your hands

“I love you Arthur Curry.” You admit to him and he looks at you and smiles

“And I love you Y/N L/N.” Arthur says back and you both kiss each other passionately

Wanna finish this at the house?” You ask with a smirk

“You bet with your thick ass.” Arthur says smacking your ass as you both hurry to put your clothes on and grab the blanket and hurry back to your place.

~The End~

#aquaman #black reader #blackwomanxsexytime #aquamanxblackwoman #blackwomansmut

[baronessblixen]

Prompt : Scully walks in the bathroom to Mulder bathing little William and they both are singing Part of Your World from the Little Mermaid

Pure family fluff!

Fictober Day 15 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,180

You're A Part Of My World

When Scully opens the door to her apartment, she finds the living room deserted, but has no time to wonder where Mulder and William are. She hears their voices loud and clear coming from the bathroom, their noises putting a smile on her face. She removes her jacket and toes off her shoes. Her sore feet make her wince as she walks towards the bathroom, the door ajar. As soon as she peeks inside, all her pains and worries evaporate.

Mulder is on his knees in front of the tub while William is inside it, surrounded by a wall of toys, beaming at his dad. Who, Scully realizes, is singing to their son.

“Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?” His deep voice is gentle and even though she can’t see his face, she knows he’s smiling at William.

“Looking around here you think,” he half says, half sings.

“I’ve got everything!” William joins in, showing his baby teeth, excitedly splashing water everywhere.

“I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. You want thingamabobs?”

“I’ve got twenty!” William says and laughs, making Scully chuckle, too, from her spot in the doorway. Her two guys are so caught up in their own little world that they haven’t noticed her yet.

Mulder has rolled up his sleeves to no avail; his sweater is soaked to his shoulders. He doesn’t seem to care. He reaches into the tub and takes William’s hands in his.

“Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far,” he sings and makes his son’s small hands slap against the water, the boy roaring with laughter.

“Legs are required for jumping, dancing,” Mulder goes on, grabbing William’s legs next. The boy is still laughing as he’s being tickled. His feet kick the air, like he’s always done ever since he was a baby. Impatient through and through, like his dad. Even before he could walk, he was ready to run, wanting to go places, wanting to see and explore. Her baby son, who’s growing up so fast right in front of her eyes.

“Up where they walk,” Mulder sings, motioning for William to join him, and the boy sits up straight.

“Up where they run,” he sings along.

“Up where they stay all day in the sun,” they sing together, their matching heads of hair close, and Scully only sees them in a blur as her eyes fill with tears of joy.

“Wanderin’ free, wish I could be – your big part now, Will,” Mulder finishes and William, in all his naked glory, stands up in the tub and puts a hand over his heart before he sings out, “part of that world.” He draws the last word out and Mulder high-fives him when he’s done.

The boy sits back down, more water splashing over the side of the tub. That’s when he sees her, a huge smile breaking on his face.

“Mommy!” He screams and Mulder catches him just in time as he attempts to jump out of the tub.

“Hey there, little fish,” he says. “You’re not done yet.”

“I’m here, baby,” Scully says, walking over to them, making sure not to step into any puddles. Mulder has put out several towels, knowing how bath time can get.

“Hey there yourself,” Mulder says with a grin, knowing fully well she was talking to their son. He looks up at her, a huge grin on his face. Scully leans down to press a kiss to his lips, drawing the moment out, until she feels William get impatient. She kisses his bubble-gum-scented head, making him giggle.

“Did you hear us sing, mommy?”

“I did.”

“Can we watch The Little Mermaid after, please? Please? Daddy said to ask you.” He half leans out of the tub, dripping all over the floor, pleading with her. She glances at Mulder, who shrugs. The decision is already made.

“After you brush your teeth,” she says.

“Yes! I like brushing my teeth,” he informs them, rearranging the boats around him. “My toothbrush has fish on it.”

“I know, baby,” Scully says, touching his warm, soft shoulder. Going back to work was her decision and she’s never regretted it, but she can’t deny that she misses being around William all day. Her little boy who at five years old is not so little anymore.

“Dad, we need to finish the song!”

“Do we?” Mulder feigns ignorance.

“We do. Mommy can sing with us now.”

“I don’t know the lyrics as well as you do,” she says.

“Liar,” Mulder whispers into her ear. He’s right, too. William has been obsessed with The Little Mermaid for years now. Scully doesn’t even remember when it started. One day they were all sick with the flu, watching every available Disney movie, and this one just stuck. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. When William was a baby, Mulder would sit with him in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, the two of them watching the fish in their tank, Mulder telling his infant stories about all the adventures the fish had while their humans were asleep.

“We need to finish the song,” William insists.

“The kid is right, Scully. Let’s put on a show for your mom, Will.” The boy grins and gets ready.

“I’m ready to know what the people know,” Mulder starts singing, smiling softly at Scully, who falls in love with him all over again. Here he is, Fox Mulder, FBI agent and full-time dad, singing Disney songs with gusto. “Ask ‘em my questions and get some answers. What’s a fire,” he sings and points to Scully’s hair, making William laugh, “and why does it- what’s the word, Will?”

“Burn!” He says.

“When’s it my turn?” Again, Mulder is looking at Scully as he sings, taking one of her hands into his as if he were serenading her. “Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above?”

“My turn now!” William says and looks at Mulder who gives him a secret sign only the two of them seem able to decipher.

“Get ready, Scully,” he says quietly.

“Out of the sea,” William sings, his voice loud. He looks at his dad once more, who nods with enthusiasm. “Wish I could be-” and Scully is splashed with water as William throws himself forward to finish the song in style. “Part of that world!”

Their clothes soaked, Mulder and Scully share a look before they turn to their proudly smiling son.

“How was I?” he asks them, full of giddy excitement-

“Extraordinary,” Mulder says. “

“Out of this world,” Scully adds.

“And now out of this tub.” Mulder picks up a squirming, wet William, and Scully hands him a towel. “Go get changed while I get this little fish ready.” He tickles William and the boy squeals in delight. Scully quickly kisses Mulder as a thank you and wanders into the bedroom. Changing out of her work clothes, she can still hear father and son in the bathroom, and she can’t help but think how lucky she is.

#fictober2022 #got this yesterday and knew i'd write this today #i know someone asked for family/baby fic #and now look! #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[mysteriouslee]

*Cool title*

lee!Ariel ler!her sisters (movie 2023)

"WHO THE HELL STOLE MY EYE LINER" yelled Tamika

Someone or something has stolen something from each sister.

"All right everyone, let's stay rational" said Mala.

"Don't tell me to stay rational" said Caspia which Tamika addes with an hum in agreement.

"So from what we know, Tamika's eye liner, Indira and Perla's hair brush, Caspia's book that Im pretty sure she's not allowed to have" said Karina

Caspia gave her a glare from that comment.

"Mala's bag and my pearls are missing" said Karina.

As Perla ended her sentence, the same thought went through all their heads,"Ariel".

They opened the door to her room calmy.

"Hey little one" said Indira which prompted Ariel to jump suspiciously.

"Aight enough crap, where is it" said Perla.

"Perla don't curse she is still a child" said Mala.

"Before we make any accusations, Ariel has anything gone missing from your things"asked Indira

"Umm.... my underwear" said Ariel.

"GIRL WHAT" said Tamika

"Do you even know what that is" asked Mala.

Despite having mutiple books on humans, she actually had no idea what they were, it was something she over heard from scuttle.

Ariel's siblings started closing in on her and Ariel was now trapped.

"How about we all search, it's got to be somewhere UNDERWEARTER" said Ariel

(For those who are confused underwearter = underwater).

"You had to know that pun was bad" said Caspia.

"Why so nervous Ariel, you make puns when you're freaked out" teased Indira.

"Last chance, where is our stuff" said Karina.

Ariel stuck her tongue out in retaliation.

The others showed fake offense.

Tamika trapped Ariel in a hug and dug into her ribs.

"Ack! Nohoho" giggled Ariel.

Caspia squeezed Ariel's sides, Indira traced and scribbled on Ariel's tummy, Karina massaged her hips and Mala and Perla tickled her tail.

Ariel snorted and let out a loud screech.

"Serves you right, little thief" said Caspia.

They all knew Ariel would break soon, especially with Indira using her sharp nails on Ariel's worst spot.

"This won't end until you fess up" said Mala.

Truth be told, they why Ariel stole their stuff and she knows they know.

"Of course we know you won't cuz you enjoy being tickled" said Indira

Ariel shook her head in response.

"Well then if you don't enjoy this then admit your fault and all is forgiven" said Karina

"Also admit that you enjoy this" said Tamika.

Ariel groaned in her laughter and her sisters began laughing with her. It's been a bit since they were all together like this because they were all busy with their own kingdoms.

Ariel patted Indira on the shoulder and everyone paused.

"Your stuff's in the back room" admitted Ariel.

"And-" said the others expecting another response.

Ariel flushed, she couldn't even say the tword.

The other mermaids in the room continued their assault.

After a few minutes they stopped again.

Ariel took a deep breath "I provoke you because I like it" said Ariel.

"Like what" said Tamika

Ariel groaned.

Indira blew raspberries on Ariel's tummy which got her to crack.

"OK OHOK I LIHIK BEIHING TIHICKLED" shrieked the youngest.

"Now that wasn't so hard now was it" said Indira, rubbing away the ghost tingles.

Ariel flopped on her bed and hid her face.

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