#swimmer!reader

[alonetimelover]

Do you think you could do a blurb of competitive swimmer!y/n? I always see blurbs of y/n being different types of athletes but never a competitive swimmer lol. Face claim could be kaylee mckeown?

pairing: Harry x swimmer!reader

fc: Kaylee McKeown

a/n: I am so sorry it took me so long to make this request, but despite that, i hope you'll enjoy it!

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY followed YN YSN. YN is a competitive swimmer from Australia, and she's been following Harry for a while (she stated multiple times that she's a fan)!

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ynupdates 'i mean, i always request his [harry's] songs at practice. i think he's great' GIRLLLLLL

⤷ ynsmybestie she manifested, i think

hArrysbtch isn't she an Olympian?

⤷ ynupdates she is! gold medalist too!!!

harrysmoustache ohhhhh, i see somethin cookin

user93 why

user023 that's odd but im gonna wait and see what this unfolds

ynsmymama girl, teach me how to make my crush notice me

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN via her IG story!!

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harryupdates oh, she's hilarious!!!

ynsmybestie my poor baby! i would react the same if Chros Evans followed me

⤷ ynsfan39 i would react that way if SHE followed me

⤷ ynsmybestie true!

hArrysbtch oh i already love her

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY VIA HIS DELETED IG STORY !!!

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hArrysbtch iendjskiw

hArrysbtch what the fuck

hArrysbtch i don't know what to react to first? like....

hArrysbtch ONE DIRECTION SHIRT?????? HAVING A CRUSH????? COPING YN'S STORY????

ynupdates ijust know yn is smiling so much and kicking her feet

harrysmoustache i just spend some time on yns ig and let me tell you: she's beautiful, she's successful and she's hilarious! Good for you harry

ynsmybestie well.... he's having a concert in Sydney soon

⤷ harrysfan93 why does it matter?

⤷ ynsmybestie yn said multiple times that she wanted to attend at least one night in Sydney! i just hope they somehow meet each other!

harrysfan82 harry, learn how to use your close friends or correct ig account

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram 🍒 out! i think i won't be able to jump around though... unless...

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yourbestfriend i have tape, babe! you're gonna be jumping and not flashing people for free!

⤷ yourinstagram life saver!

ynupdates have a good night!

harryupdates this is what i call THE outfit

hArrysbtch and SHES HOT???? fuck off

harrysmoustache i love women

harrystyles red is definitely my favourite colour

⤷ yourinstagram favourite enough to sing cherry for me?

⤷ harrystyles nice try

⤷ ynsmybestie yn blink twice if you're freaking out

⤷ yourinstagram *blink* *blink*

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harryupdates

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harryupdates "Why so many of you are wearing red, huh? What? Oh! You guys work quick! I'm not blushing, go away! Go away! I'm not singing Cherry, it's y'all's fault!" HARRY TONIGHT IN SYDNEY

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hArrysbtch he was blushing so much, oh god!

harrysmoustache he's smitten

ynsmybestie i know yn was giggling there

⤷ harrysfan40 she was! i was standing near her and she was blushing too!

stylesbabie harry has a cruuuuuush

harrysmylife i think we gonna witness the beginning of the great relationship

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram all hearts for the fruit man 🍉🍒🍇🍓🥝

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yourbestfriend oh we look good good

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ynupdates night 2 baby!

harryupdates i can't wait for another interaction tonight!!

stylesbabie i swear im not drooling

harrysmoustache i still live women

harrystyles no red?

⤷ yourinstagram who said im not wearing any red?

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ynsmybestie yn, baby, i saw that comment, and i have one sentence to say: you naughty naughty girl, get that man!

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The audience for the second show in Sydney was incredible. The energy beaming from the crowd and towards Harry was almost overwhelming, hard to believe in. People were jumping and having the time of their lives. And so did Harry. Especially because of one of the audience members that was very special to Harry for the past few weeks.

"Okay, guys! Now is the moment for some talk, isn't it?" Harry screamed into the mic and smiled when the arena was filled with screams and whistles. He loved the love he was receiving. "Today was incredible whether, did you guys catch some sunlight, took a walk, swim maybe? You guys know how to swim, right?"

Once more, people around Harry screamed from the top of their lungs, but he got his eyes on that one person. Just her.

"What is it, that the person that swims the best in this room screams so quietly, huh?"

He took a few steps forward to get closer to where YN was standing with her best friend. She just shrugged at his question and grinned at him, eyes shining.

"She's shrugging. Well, what do I need to do to make you scream more, goldie?"

And that was the moment when Harry really regretted the question he had just posed. Or maybe regretted wasn't the best word to describe it. Let's say he wished he asked that in a more private setting. Though he didn't mind the loudness that the question had caused.

"A few things, really!"

Harry was surprised that YN was able to be heard but smiled at the response, giving her a thumb up.

Well, maybe there really was something growing between them.

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hArrysbtch

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hArrysbtch this is harry right after asking yn what he could do to make her scream more and her replying with: a few things.... boy, you had one job

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harryupdates he was so extra tonight!

ynupdates the flirting went to another level

ynsmybestie he called her goldie 🫠

harrysmoustache he could flirt, smirk, tease but he decided to just do the 'thumb up' smh

ynsmybestie oh they're gonna be together in no time !!!

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY SWIMMING IN SYDNEY TODAY! YN WAS SEEN WITH HIM!

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ynupdates show-off

hArrysbtch i know he wanted to impress her

harrysmoustache the back muscles...

yourinstagram feet not placed properly, and twisted posture

⤷ harrystyles i thought it was 'that is very nice, harry'

⤷yourinstagram i was talking about you back muscles

⤷ ynsmybestie girl, have you seen yours? they are immaculate

⤷ harrystyles i agree

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram swam, dined and wined with you 🧜🏻‍♂️

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harrystyles is that... is that a merman?

⤷ yourinstagram didn't you say you felt like in h2o just add water?

⤷ harrystyles naur

harryupdates soft launch!

ynupdates you looked beautiful!!! where is that dress from?

⤷ harrystyles it's Gucci.

⤷ yourinstagram no, it's not. it's my mom's dress altered to my measurements, love!

hArrysbtch she's soo beautiful

ynsmybestie how did you manifested baby?

⤷ yourinstagram pure luck this time

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a/n: here we go with another athlete!reader. i feel like im collecting them like infinity stones. two down, more to go...

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles instagram #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fake ig #swimmer!reader

[chronicially-parker]

hey I love your work, you said you wanted requests and I’m a competitive swimmer and I’ve never seen any fic with Spencer with a reader who is a competitive swimmer. I’d absolutely love it if you could write something like that 💗🫂🫶🫶🫂💗

☆ spencer x swimmer!reader ☆

@ssaspenceswife, hi! im so happy that you enjoy what i write, this absolutely made my day! there are never enough spencer x athlete!reader fics so im so happy you requested this! i hope you like it ♡

(sorry its a bit short! psmts are kicking my ass ://)

-spencer isnt really one for swimming but when he found out that you were a swimmer he was in awe

-he thinks that its just so awesome how you propel yourself in the water

-"babe look at this picture i took during your dive! you look like youre flying!"

-when you invited him to watch you practice for the first time he was like : "ah ok, sure! do you think i'll get water on me or should i be fine because-"

-rambles on and on about swimming facts and honestly is just adorable

-the one time you splashed him with water at the pool, i can guarantee he shrieked, not screamed, shrieked

-for some reason i can see him giving you like formulas or equations to go faster?? (ik its weird but its so spencer)

-whenever youre really sore from practice he will happily rub/massage your muscles

he is so pookie its insane

#autistic!reader #adhd writer #autistic writer #neurodivergent #spencer reid comfort #spencer reid fluff #adhd #neurodiversity #spencer reid x reader #autistic!reader x spencer reid #swimmer!reader #athlete!reader #nerdy spencer #he is so pookie omg #i <3 nerdy guys

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚆𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂

description: In which Denmark's star girl in swimming has always been very outgoing, which has always made her so popular, especially when she talks about her crushes...

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sofia lundgaard x female reader

disclaimer: I am in now way saying sofia is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: language, bad google translation, also just fluff

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interview

"Hi y/n, welcome to London!" Marie, the interviewer said.

"Thank you! I am really enjoying looking around." y/n said smiling, her bright smile as sweet as always as they got straight into the interview.

"Well, obviously you are wonderous, three golds at the Worlds already this year, I mean being 19 and so talented, what is that like?" Marie asked.

"Very, very stressful." y/n said with a laugh and the group watching her laughed a little too.

"I bet." Marie nodded.

"I think also, because I am naturally quite a happy person, it seems to have shown during interviews and cameras so now I feel like I cannot be angry or upset, because everyone expects something else from me." y/n explained and Marie nodded.

The interview continued for a bit, until Marie got to her final section, smiling at the young girl who hadn't stopped making the room chuckle since she stepped foot in it.

"And finally, we know you are a big football fan, you have talked about it a lot, who is your favourite player?" Marie asks.

"I think that such a hard question because I like so many players for so many reasons, but I mean Sofie Lundgaard, she's fantastic. Also, pretty, Sofie, I'm single." y/n said.

She looked toward the second camera as she spoke, making everyone laugh again before the interview wrapped up.

"Oh my! She knows who I am?" Sofie asks as she looks up from the video, tearing her eyes from the stunning girl as Rachel snorted, used to the Danish girl's obsession with the swimmer.

"Yep." Yana grins, popping the 'p' with her lips.

"Great, she'll be unbearable now." Missy sighs as the group walk out to warm up on the pitch, Sofie stuck her tongue out at her friend, leaving over to push her when Yana spat out some water.

Both Missy and Sofie shrieked, jumping out of the way but Yana was focussed on something in the stands, and when Sofie and Missy turned they both gasped.

y/n was sat happily in the stands, talking to one of her friends who must have come over from Denmark with her for the few days of interviews she had.

Sofie's eyes had doubled in size as she took in the gorgeous girl, smooth skin and sweet dimples which had appeared as she threw her head back, laughing at her friend.

"Come on love bird." Missy sighed and Sofie tore her eyes away as they began to run.

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username1: is anyone at the Liverpool women game rn cause Sofie just looked at y/n like she was an angel and I am freaking out because of it

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username2: AND THEY WAY y/n is looking at her? Like she's so amazing... I am going to cry this is so cute

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username3: AND AFTER Y/N'S INTERVIEW??????

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username4: Sofie better shoot her shot, or I will do it for her!

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username5: We don't know if Sofie is even into it though???

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y/n just posted

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y/n just one chance, please...

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username1: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH 😂😂😂

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username2: no shame

daniels_yana: @sofiielundgaard...

username3: Sofie was a bit quick to like there

username4: y/n is so cute omg 😭😍😍

username5: the way she was cheering in game was so cute i wanted to cry !!!

username6: I spoke to her during half-time and SHE WAS SO SWEET and gave me some gum! 🥹

username7: not even trying to hide it! 😭

y/f/n: she cried when we got back to the hotel, she was too excited...

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y/n: stfu 😑

liverpoolwfc: Thank you for your support! Loved having you!! ❤️

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y/n: Thanks for the invite! ❤️

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username8: Liverpool admin tryna love island it up???

sofiielundgaard: Tak for din støtte! Helt sikkert hjulpet!

thanks for your support! Definitely helped!

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y/n: elskede at se jer alle!

loved watching you all

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sofiielundgaard: xxx

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username9: OMG

username10: this girl forgets she is a public figure and I love it so much 😂

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Sofie sat laughing with her teammate Yana as they answered questions for an interview which would go on the Youtube channel, Yana grinning evilly when asked what Sofie liked to watch as a test of their friendship.

"Sofie here is really into her swimming, you, patriot for Denmark and all that." Yana grins. "Though, with how many competitions of a certain Denmark swimmer she watches, I don't know... Maybe it's not the swimming." Yana hums.

"Shut up!" Sofie hisses but the crew had already begun to laugh, causing Sofie to groan and throw her head against the table with a thump.

Yana grins evilly at the camera before feeling a little bad for the blonde and rubbing her back kindly as Sofie leans back up and sighs.

"What can I say? I love my home country." She hums and this again causes everyone to burst out laughing.

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username1: The way this plot thickens with every turn!

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username2: Sofie admitting she likes watching swimming then Yana being an angel and spilling the true tea

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username3: loveeeee Yana sm omg 😍😂

username4: I did feel bad for Sofie though, she looked so embarrassed 😩

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username5: yeah same...

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username6: She will have let them put that in tho, like they would have removed it if she really wanted

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username5: VERYYYYY true 😶

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username7: omg that is such a good point!!

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y/n took a deep breath in, her limbs weightless as they floated around her, the swimmer took another deep breath before pushing of the wall and beginning to swim down toward the other side.

The pool she had found was not busy, maybe because it was half six on a Sunday morning. But y/n could never go a few days without swimming, the water was more home than ground was.

y/n did several lengths before she came to a stop, head popping up before she pushed herself underneath the water, using the side to hold her underneath.

The world quietened and blurred above her, the water for that minute, kept her safe. However, she hadn't taken a deep enough breath for longer than a minute and a half, and so pushed herself back up and to sit on the side.

y/n sat quietly, regulating her breath once more as she watched her feet in the water, her braided hair now heavy against her suit clad back.

It was only after a minute, did y/n realise she was no longer alone. She turned her head, looking in the next lane, where to her surprise, Sofie Lundgaard was, head lent back and eyes shut as she floated for a moment in the water.

Her muscled shoulder tensed as she kept herself afloat, and y/n suddenly felt very hot as she lowered herself back into the water to try and ignore the woman beside her.

"Ingen er her normalt på dette tidspunkt." Sofie hummed as she looked back up.

no one is usually here at this time.

"Jeg bliver stort set sindssyg, hvis jeg ikke svømmer i et par dage." y/n admitted with a soft laugh.

I pretty much go insane if I don't swim for a few days.

"Really?" Sofie asked, not overly aware she had slipped into English.

"Yeah, more at home in the water than on land mum used to say." y/n smiled softly relaxing back, her eyes darted up to the clock, showing 6:48.

Sofie and y/n didn't talk much for the new few minutes, an occasional comment or question with an answer would be thrown, but for a bit they just swam side by side, enjoying the feeling of one another's company.

When the clock hit 7:30, y/n sighed and slid up the pool side. Sofie gulped and looked away from the muscled arms which tensed as they pushed y/n from the water.

y/n smiled at Sofie, nodding as she grabbed her towel and walked toward the changing rooms, but as she went to leave the room she changed her mind.

"Would you like to get breakfast?" y/n asked as she turned to face Sofie.

"Thought you would never ask." The blonde grinned and pushed herself out of the water as well.

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y/n just posted on their story

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sofiielundgaard just posted on her story

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y/n hummed as she prepared for her final race of the day, it was just a friendly, Denmark's best against each other, but that did not mean she was not prepared.

She had gotten back to Denmark a week ago, after spending three weeks in London, a trip which had lengthened for no specific reason.

She heard the call, the shot and then she dived as soon as she hit the water, y/n knew, she knew she had won, because she was away suddenly.

She pulled ahead, a good few strokes from everyone else, she turned and pushed again, knowing this one was only two lengths. Which after a week of long racing was nice to think.

She pulled ahead further, the commentator shocked as anything as she slammed her hand on the wall, sighing in relief as she pulled herself up, shocked at the way her coach had paused.

"Hvad?" She asked him.

what?

"Hvad?" She asked again, pulling a towel around her body to keep her warm. Her coach just turned her body and pointed to two letters next to her name.

DR

Danish Record.

y/n let out a yell of shock, her fellow swimmers running over to congratulate her as she slammed her hand over her mouth, eyes trying to find someone, who once they had been found grinned wildly.

y/n grinned back, looking briefly at the pool before grabbing her coach and fellow swimmers, the group all jumping in, her coach slightly begrudgingly.

Breaking records was something y/n had been doing from the age of 14, and every time she did, she would jump into the pool. But y/n had just been thrown into today's race as a back up, almost as a joke.

Because breaststroke was not her stroke, but she had somehow just broken a Danish record with it. How? She didn't know nor care as she and her fellow swimmers sunk into the waves of blue, being watched by a very proud blonde.

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y/n just posted

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y/n note to self, always go for half six swimming sessions...

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sofiielundgaard just posted

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sofiielundgaard You know, I don't think I watch swimming for the sport... 🤷‍♀️

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username1: HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH I REPEAT HARD FUCKING LAUNCH 😭😭

username2: 'I don't think I watch swimming for the sport' hahahahah 😂

username3: FUCK YESSSSSS

username4: I feel like we have Yana to thank for this.

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daniels_yana: You do 😌

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kay bois, struggled with this one, won't lie - so what do you we think???

love ya'll!

-

Queenie!

#social media woso #woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #woso community #woso soccer #sofie lundgaard #sofie lundgaard x y/n #sofie lundgaard x reader #sofie lundgaard imagine #liverpool wfc #swimmer #swimmer x footballer

[yesneverno]

Me: omg how come I can never avoid spoilers

Also me: *scrolling through the tag on tumblr*

#danganronpa #danganronpa another #literally anything #dr #tma #the magnus archives #svsss #bingqiu #drthh #sdr2 #drv3 #any tv show too #I cannot stress how bad it gets #I’m avoiding death spoilers (I’ve made bets on who will die in danganronpa.) #there’s a chart #but also if u have a practical talent I assume #you’re dead #bc bc bc #1. lucky student #2. just some rich guy #3. swimmer #4. reader #i know kirigiri is a detective but…. #but also danganronpa another #I knew I KNEW the sniper wasn’t gonna survive #that’d be TOO practical for the universe #imagine surviving a death game to join an apocalypse and ur a SNIPER #OP

[astridthevalkyrie]

A Scene Popped Into My Head But Instead Of Writing A Whole AU I’m Just Going To Write That One Scene <3

—> Scene Capture Fics Masterlist

—> Today’s Feature: Swimmer Levi!

—> a/n: god fuck me i want to make out with him so bad

Swimming is, in every sense of the word, a complicated sport. Unlike other sports, which someone could easily claim they're good or bad at, swimming fell somewhere in the middle, where people could either not know how to do it at all, they could do it well enough, or they could move so gracefully it was almost as if they were meant to be in the water.

You, for example, are in the first group. Your boyfriend, however, is in the last one, almost like you're made for each other.

(Mikasa had made a face the first time you said that, and you couldn't tell if it was because you were talking about her brother or because she didn't think the term star-crossed lovers referred to people who couldn't swim and people who could.)

But swimming had played such a critical role in the two of you finally dating that it feels silly not to mention it.

You'd known Levi your whole life, being best friends with Mikasa since you two were in pre-school, and being only one year younger than him. Since you two went to the same college, you were even in a couple classes together. He was closer to you than some friends, but he was still mostly Mikasa's brother, who'd taught you how to ride a bike almost a day after he'd learned and carried you on his back when the bike tipped over and left you with a nasty scab on your knee.

But it was one fateful day at the water park, where Kenny had basically ordered Levi and Mikasa to "stop being friendless" and invite people they actually liked (quite a small list for both of them). During that mostly-fun trip, you'd gotten overzealous in the wave pool and gone in much further than you should have. Your logic at the time had been, that if you just jumped at the right times, you wouldn't go under.

The problem was you underestimated how doing that would increase in difficulty the deeper you went in.

Arms flailing, you went under, water filling your lungs and nose, in some of the most terrifying seconds of your life. There were so many people at the park that there was no way the lifeguard would even see you in the mass.

So you'd, maybe dramatically, thought to yourself that this was the end.

Until a set of muscular arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you out, lifting you so your head was nowhere near the water.

At that time, you couldn't even make out who it was, you were too busy spluttering out water with your eyes shut. It'd hurt to breathe.

It hadn't been until Levi had taken you out of the pool, sat you down on the ground and wiped your face with a towel that you finally opened your eyes.

"Are you okay?" he'd asked worriedly.

That might have been the first time you'd ever felt your heart beat so loudly.

What's more is that you had completely refused to go onto any ride after that, at least not until Levi took your hand and coaxed you to join the group. So you'd ended up spending more time with Levi, Isabel and Farlan than with your own friends, but you hadn't minded, and more importantly, it hadn't seemed like Levi minded either.

"He was blushing," Eren had claimed, when the two of you took a break to go grab pizza, "When you held his hand, he was blushing."

And Eren knew all about making Ackermans blush, so you'd been inclined to believe him.

Sure enough, the next time you and Mikasa had gone to one of Levi's swim meets, and you were waving eagerly at Erwin who was all the way on the other side of the pool, Levi had gently placed his hands on your waist. You'd frozen immediately, the second your back came in contact with his bare chest. "Careful," he'd murmured into your ear, "don't want you to slip."

You hadn't thought that anything could be more painful than trying to breathe when you were underwater, but breathing at that moment had seemed pretty damn difficult too.

Mikasa had been close to never forgiving you when she found you practically straddling her brother's lap with your lower lip between his teeth after the meet that day.

Which brings you to now, a couple months later, watching your boyfriend win yet another meet, and more specifically, watching him step out with his hair soaked and water dripping down his chest, down to his stomach and black trunks. "Goddamn," some girl standing a couple feet away declares appreciatively.

You agree, but you also love that he makes eye contact with you first. Not even waiting for him to grab a towel, you throw yourself at him, not caring that your shirt is getting soaked.

Levi hugs you back, arms around your waist once more as he presses a feathery kiss to your ear. "Thanks for coming," he mumbles, "you know how much I like to see you once I get out of the water."

Grinning preemptively, you purr, "I like see you get out of the water too." He squeezes your hip lightly in response. "So, Ackerman, where am I treating you for your win?"

"Bagel bites at your place," he decides definitively, and you snort.

"How about we eat them in the hot tub?"

Even now, Levi becomes concerned at the thought of you in any kind of body of water. "You sure? We don't have to."

"Positive." Placing a kiss to his shoulder that's just PG enough to be allowed, you brush his wet locks out of his eyes. As if you could ever be scared of the water when he's next to you. "Get your medal and let's go."

From afar, Mikasa wrinkles her nose, but then Eren kisses her cheek and she smiles again.

#me casually making levi and mikasa siblings for reasons #it's vital to the story okay #aot #aot x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #swimmer levi #scene capture fics #valkyrie stories

[zafi-666]

Castle Swimmer

im starting writing abt a lion fish (y/n) and she is a lion fish. shes friends with siren, and meets kappa later on. its a sad/heartwarming sotry about friends. and no. its not a siren x yn or kappa x yn. and def not a siren x kappa x yn. siren and kappa is together. end of story. yn is a main char in this story, but is kinda like sirens wingman (woman) so stay tuned.

#castle swimmer #story #fanfic #fantasy #fandom #yn #kappa #siren #siren x kappa #afab reader #female reader #foryou #forypupage #fyp

[willwillywilliam]

Just three weeks to the series finale, I don't think I'm ready. I loved this webtoon from the start, and was something incredible to see grow and develop.

Almost all the series are close to their end, final season or a eternal hiatus... I need to enjoy ghe ones left.

A sólo tres semanas del final, no creo que estar listo. Me encantó este webtoon desde el principio y fue algo increíble verlo crecer y desarrollarse.

Casi todas las series están cerca de su final, última temporada o un hiatus eterno... Necesito disfrutar de las que quedan.

#webtoon #cph #cursed princess club #castle swimmer and blades of furry coming back from hiatus is something weird #the gratest state developer jungle juice and omniscent reader viewpoint are the one without and near end #eleceed still stronger than ever

[ita6ori]

#gay art #yuji itadori #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu itadori #french art #swimming pool #swimmer #summer #sexy gay #yaoi #alternate universe #bd française #doujinshi #swimming

[alonetimelover]

okay, anybody here for some social media fic?

#swimmer!reader

[stevenose]

omg camboy steve <3 right now i am thinking about swimmer stebe. like his back yk?

— ivy

LITERALLYYYYY his fuckin shoulder blades… water dripping off of him… flexing his back… thinking of how it would flex when he’s fucking you… he catches you staring and gives you a little wink… finds you after a meet and asks real nice if he can please see just how wet you got from watching him … and letting him put one of those big hands in your underwear 🫶🏻

#swimmer steve is my angel baby boy. #ivy tag #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader

[dreamypqulson]

— say yes to me

requested by anon: Would you be okay with writing a story with Merrill from swimmers? Just some fluff, or hurt/comfort.

summary: when you find a plane ticket in merrill's room, you almost freak out about it, until she breaks the great news to you.

a/n: this writing is shit…but i hope y’all still enjoy it because there is barely any merrill fics hehe

pairing: merrill x reader

Merrill was the girl who really looked at you. She was the first girl who took an hour out of her day to hang out at the beach, or stir up some trouble by the docks right beside you. She was the first girl, the first person, to not only see you, but see who you really were.

Merrill was the only person you truly cared for, and sometimes, in this small town, it felt like you two were the only ones in this world.

You knew that she was only here for a short while. You knew she was only here for closure on her past. You always knew that. But once she became your other half, you figured she would stay just a while longer. Maybe even consider moving here.

"Merrill, come down here for a minute!" Shellie, her aunt, called from downstairs as you were both laying in Merrill's bed.

You were at you girlfriends house pretty much everyday. It's not like anyone was missing you back home. Your parents were always out at the bars, and so you didn't want to stay in your dark empty house with just yourself to entertain.

Merrill grunted, and you shifted your body so she could get up. She was all about physical touch, and you were too. You lacked it, especially in your family. And since Merrill's mother died, she did too.

"I'll be right back, baby."

While she was downstairs, you stood up to use her bathroom. You walked by her dresser that had many different trinkets on it, including her camera that she uses to constantly take pictures of you.

Though, what really caught your eye was a plane ticket. You weren't nosy, and you never snooped through anyones stuff, but it was laying right in the open and Merrill hadn't told you that she was going on a trip.

You picked it up to study the ticket closer. The planes takeoff was a week from the current day. August fifteenth. And for a moment, you were going to put it down and ask where she was going on vacation, instead.

But, when you caught a glimpse of the destination being the previous place she lived at -or rather the current, since she was just visiting- you wanted to scream. And not at her, but at the universe for setting you up like this.

She could go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She was a grown adult. But, the fact that she would be almost across the country from you, just didn't feel right.

It wasn't just a simple state nearby that you could visit once and awhile, making a road trip out of it. You had to take a plane, and you didn't have the money for that, considering your parents didn't help out.

"I swear to god, she calls me-"

"Merrill, what is this?" You cut the brunette off, because you could hardly listen to her blabber when all you wanted to do was cry.

You loved listening to her voice, it even helps you fall asleep as childish as that possibly sounds, but right now, you didn't even want to look at her.

"Oh"

"You're going to leave?" You're going to leave me? You said it with tears building up in your eyes, and you felt awful, because you knew this decision certainly hurt Merrill too.

"Listen-"

She walked closer. You stepped back.

"No. You're going to leave. And- and i'm not going to be able to see you!" Your voice crack had completely broken you down, and Merrill had gently grasped your wrist to keep you in place.

"Listen. I'm not leaving without you," she assured, and she said it as if she was astonished that you thought she would possibility leave you. But you couldn't understand what she meant, and you could hardly hear her other your sniffles.

"I can't afford plane tickets, Merrill. I can't even-"

"That's actually what I was going to surprise you with today...I just- I shouldn't have left it out in open." She chuckled to herself, and smiled at you like nothing was wrong it the world. Like she wasn't moving away from the only person that mattered to her.

"Huh?"

"Look, I was going to see if you wanted to move back with me. It's okay if you don't want to go but I bought you a ticket so you don't have to worry about it. See-" she reached into one of her drawers, and pulled out a second ticket. You blinked a few times, trying to comprehend it all.

"Merrill I- I don't know what to say."

"Yes. Say yes!" She said, a little too hopeful. As much as you hated to admit it, you had a life down here still. Your parents, your work, and you've never left this town once before.

"As much as I would love to...I just- my parents and everything." You looked down, you knew what this meant. Merrill was still going to go, and leave you behind. You would never see a single trace of her again, besides the memories that laid out on your heart.

"Listen" she grabbed your hands, and squeezed them. Her face was close to yours, her body was slightly pressed against you. It made it hard for you to not just say yes and move with her. "I get it but, your parents they...they don't appreciate you enough. You deserve to live freely without them weighing you down, and tearing you apart."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" Merrill confirmed. She was right too. "And there's a lot of great career paths down there. I mean, I know we don't have all the money in the world, but we can make due as long as we're together."

"So if I say yes...we can live together. Just you and me, away from this place?" You moved her hands, wrapped her arms around your waist, without her even resisting.

She moved her face in closer, her hot breath against your face, and said, "just you and me." And then she kissed you, like the first time all over again, for starting a new life with her.

"I love you so goddamn much" Merrill mumbled, and then lifted you up. You squealed, from the excitement and shock, and wrapped you legs around her waist.

"I love you too. So goddamn much."

She laid you on her bed, and her own body fell on top of yours. After kissing your face all over, and with heavy breathing, she spoke again, "To starting a new life."

"To starting a new life" you echoed, and went back to kissing her right after. To starting a new life, and a family, is what you wanted to say. Maybe not just yet, but, you knew this was going to last until you were in your grave.

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[familyvideostevie]

emma, i know you're probably inundated with blurb (cause you're amazing writer) but please give us something about swim team steve!!! season 4 just made is a throw away comment but i need more!!

okay FIRST of all youre so kind thank you <3 the blurbs come from your wonderful minds i just help a little hehe

i have avoided thinking about swim team steve because its so much i know if they had put it in the show we'd all have lost the plot and only talked about it but now its time.

so we know that steve did basketball and swim but those are both winter sports (as far as i remember but i am no jock) so i think that steve started as a swimmer because he found it soothing and his mind could cool down and while he was still king steve when he was in the water he was just steve and he just swam and swam and obviously he was good at it and he was co-captain and so he was a good leader on the team and I'm sure he was good but mostly he was a team player and i think that maybe the team knew he was a good guy but he still had his asshole demeanor out of the pool and he was just so different on the deck and ugh. (although there's the part of swim season where all the boys bleach their hair then shave it for championships and steve was like fuck you guys I'm not doing that so no one made him) but then i think at some point his dad maybe was like play basketball instead and steve was like yes sir so he switched to basketball and that was fine but there was talking and yelling and it was more competitive and well. it wasn't as relaxing as swimming for him but he did his best (and then maybe he was a lifeguard during the summer and then the summer that billy was a lifeguard steve was like yeah no fucking thank you so he did not go back to that job).

but back to swim team steve lets pretend that steve swam the whole time and maybe senior year he invites his girl to a practice and he's recruited the whole team to help ask her to prom or something silly that swim team boys do where he gets them to spell out will you go to prom with me on their chests before diving in and swimming to the edge to ask her ugh she goes to all his meets and makes signs and cheers him on and he just always kind of smells like chlorine and she buys him speedos as a joke as gifts and ugh! jock steve is SO hot but SWIM steve is SO HOT!!!!!!

#thinking thoughts about swim steve #mainly about his back #anyway #anon ask #emma's asks #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #blurbs #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #swimmer!steve #thinking about this made me a little sad actually #wanna hug him #id go to your meets stevie #fem!reader

[kosagum]

after hours — osamu miya · fluff · 300 words

summary: one night before high school graduation, you and osamu sneak into your school's pool together.

it's after hours and OSAMU is floating on his back atop of the school pool. he's not alone; he's with you, bobbing up and down the water's surface at your side.

the overhead fluorescents are off; instead, light hovers below the pool, bathing everything — from the two of you, to the water, to the room itself — in a soft neon blue. amidst the shimmering waves, osamu hears you mumbling to yourself.

"what're you sayin'?"

you're searching for something in the skylight, now a kaleidoscope of glass and stars.

"sagittarius...scorpio..."

osamu raises an eyebrow at you as you draw your hand up, a waterfall of light cascading down your arm as you do so. he watches your fingers trace patterns along the stars imprinted in the glass.

"look," suddenly, your lips curve into a smile. "there you are."

curious, osamu follows the path made by your fingertips with his eyes. it goes beyond the glass, and into the night sky above. it forms a triangle, then one line and another, until finally, it becomes a constellation:

libra.

"i'm going to miss you," you say with a sigh. osamu watches your arm as it falls back down, spraying droplets of water into osamu's side. his gaze drops to your hand, then the space between your fingers and his, lingering there before he finally speaks up.

"but...," he says. "i'm always gonna be there."

you turn your head to look at him, and osamu hastily glances back up at the sky before he continues.

"i mean, libra's always gonna be there. watchin' over you," osamu's voice becomes quiet. "so you won't have to miss me."

when osamu does turn to look at you, your eyes meet his, drawing osamu in. for a moment, osamu considers reaching for you, considers lacing his fingers through yours — but the moment passes, and instead, osamu flicks a spray of water into your face, and you laugh.

and as he listens to your laughter echoing throughout the gym, he knows he's going to miss you, too.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #osamu miya #osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #osamu fluff #after hours #osamu would be on the swim team irl so #swimmer!osamu

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Castle Swimmer Idea💕

#castle swimmer #castle swimmer imagine #castle swimmer imagines #castle swimmer headcanons #castle swimmer x reader #castle swimmer smut

[diejager]

Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.1

Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader

Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, trap, luring, mention of breeding kink, protective König, mention of partial nudity, hunting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 4K

I got inspired by @konigsblog ‘s post.

You enjoyed the sun as much as any other betta fish mermaid, laying on the warm rocks and bathing under the bright, yellow sun. You lived in a school of fish that moved near the shores of a tropical island a few generations before, building houses under the coral reef and rocks where newly placed branches would grow and work as a natural shield. The world you lived in - the part of the ocean you called your home - was bright and colourful, the shallow waters clear and gleaming under the warming sun.

You liked all things bright and colourful, either big or small, you decorated your part of the cave with things you found while swimming around your territory. Be it a golden coin shining on the ocean floor, or a shard of coloured glass, you picked it all up and stuck it around your room. Sometimes, you found pretty things near the limits of your home, and other times, you ventured closer to the edge of the darkness when something shiny caught your attention. 

Over the ridge of sand that drew the start of the darkness, that deep and menacing slope down to the deepest part of your ocean, where darker, meaner and cruel beings born of cruelty and madness lived. It was somewhere all mers were warned of, to stay far away from the darkness and never stray from the light that fed and protected you. You thrived in the light, your body absorbing the warmth from the sun that made your scales vibrant and feeding from the fauna and flora that lived beside you: seaweeds and small fishes. 

Your kind grew up with stories of horrifying monsters and cruel creatures that lived in that abyss, lingering near the shallow to catch a pretty, little mer for their hoard. Whatever became of the taken was still unknown, once a mer was taken by One, no one would hear from them from then on. Your parents had warned you about straying too close from the shallow, daring fate when you swam over the ridge to collect those pretty gems you fancied so much.

“Don’t worry,” you’d grin at her, fins flickering behind you. “I’m a fast swimmer, mom!”

You were a fast swimmer, slipping between rocks and corals, hands cradling your little shells while you fled from the dark, twisting over the ridge and vanishing between the corals. That’s what you did most days, picking up people’s trash to make it your treasure, fingers cleaning the sand off the holes and crevasses before sticking them to your walls. You also tinkered with metal creations you found, a silver fork or a rusted-looking instrument. 

Granted, you joined in hunts, catching sardines and herrings, claws digging into its scaled bodies and teeth ripping into its flesh, the only other taste being sea salt, or bathed under the sun, but you preferred scavenging for loot. Although mers hunted alone, most found it easier to do it in groups, swarming shoals of fish and catching in a group of a dozen at a time for your little colony. So when you were fed and rested, you were back out, treading the line between the shallow and the abyss.

You swam slowly, head turning left and right for anything that would catch your attention, for that small glint hidden under a thin veil of sand or a long metallic object sticking out from the ground. You already had a few things in your arms, a few shells, human objects thrown overboard or floated into the sea, and small treasures: white pearls. You picked things up from both sides, mind in a comfortable and pleasant space, prideful of your catch so far that you were oblivious of the eyes following your colourful body. 

His pale eyes wandered over your puffy cheeks and sweet lips, those squinted eyes in mirth as you searched for more. He went down the curve of your shoulders and the swell of your breasts, perky nipples covered by pretty shells, over your soft stomach and that bright, colourful tail of yours that first caught his attention. Every scale glistened under the sun, reflecting the light on the sand while you swam, your fins curving with the twist of your tail. 

You were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, an angel collecting treasure, just like he did. He saw the batch in your arms, clutched between your breasts when you dove to pick something up on his side. You were as adorable and innocent as you were pretty, your action oblivious of his predatory eyes, dipping into his territory without fear of retribution on his part. He liked that bold and daring attitude of yours, fitting for someone so courageously bright and flashing your bold colours to him. 

If he were to drop something closer to him, would you still swim towards it or ignore it for something closer to the ridge? If he hid until you were close enough, would he be able to wrap his limb around you? To feel your soft skin and coarse scales under his slimy arm. He was glad he decided to hunt today, searching for both prey - mer or fish, he isn’t picky about what he ate - and treasure. Hidden under a couple of tentacles, he dropped a golden coin a few feet away from him, his veil and the darkness helping him hide from your sight. 

His heart soared when he saw your eyes widen, a smile curling at the corners of your lips when you saw his little coin, diving towards him with enthusiasm. You were so close to him, hand stretching to grab the object with small, clawed fingers. When you held it in your hand, appraising it, he felt pride bubble in his chest, rising to his mind as he took this occasion to get his arm around you. You flinched when he wrapped the tip of his tentacle around your tail, squirming around in terror. In a panicked struggle to escape him, you dropped everything you’d collected and fled from him with a cry.

He watched you swim away from him through saddened eyes, hearing the thudding from the things you dropped, even the coin he gifted you. His eyes never left your fleeing body until you jumped over the edge, your tail the last thing he saw in that moment of self-deprivation and sadness. He hoped you’d come back, forgetting the fear of his sudden attention and daring fate once more.

He came the next day and the day after that, but you weren’t there, your precious smile and happy eyes were a memory in his mind, a fleeting moment in his gloomy world. He came back every day, hiding in the darkness, on the line between pitch darkness and light shading. He wished you were there every day, his eyes bleeding with optimism and hope for a single smidgen of bright colours. 

He hadn’t seen you in the following week. His shoulders slumped and caved into himself in sadness every time he came by, his blue eyes dulling bit by bit, that hopeful thinking drowning under realistic thinking and a pessimistic mind. Then he caught a glimpse of colour against the white sand. Before long, he saw arms filled with shiny items, trailing nearer to your side than his, but still chasing for treasures. 

If he wanted to approach you, to touch your soft-looking skin and run his arms over your scaled tail, he’d have to find a way to lure you in. He watched you the first few days, his tentacles curling on itself and burying himself in the sand, the hundreds of suckers searching for buried treasures to leave for you. When you turned your back to him, his unwinding arm left the things he found near the ridge for you to find and take. Little gifts for you, courting gifts he left and gifted you in an attempt to woo you. 

You were skittish and fleeing but took all his gifts with shaky smiles and grateful eyes, you knew he gave them to you. Of course, you did, you were his brave and smart little mermaid, approaching his offerings with apprehension - he felt hurt you feared and got nervous around him, but he understood you, his kind ate yours - and scanned the sand around you for any danger before crossing the line. He felt giddy when you added them to your stack, his mind-blowing with dreams and thoughts of you decorating your little cave with the things he gave you. On the ceiling, against the wall and on the ground or surfaces, you would use the things he gave you for your home. 

It sent him up the walls of his caves with joy and excitement, his limbs curling to rearrange his home to prepare for you, to accommodate your arrival to his big, lonely home.

It took a week or two - or so he thought, his perception of time was and had always been warped in some way - before you became comfortable enough to approach him, to let him curl his slimy tentacle around your tail and up your body. He could finally feel you and it made him ecstatic - he was over the moon every time he got to touch you. Little pokes, fleeting squeezes and feathery bites from his suckers on your flesh, all things he let himself taste before your coupling. A coupling between the prettiest and the cruellest beings in the ocean would unwind the seams that made your worlds, pulling the string that separated the beauty and the beast in this cursed universe.

Granted, you hesitated to cross into the pitch darkness of the abyss, dancing just a few inches from his abode with an armful of trinkets from König. Your slow and steady breath, words you blessed him with when you muttered to him, calling out to know if he was there and your grateful grin were a common, yet welcome sight in his daily swim. While a bit reluctant to join him on the other side, you eventually swam across, your eyes melting into the black before you. You were unseeing as much as you were blind, if not for the guiding palm of the Eldritch creature that you befriended and the shine of treasure you saw around him. 

You wished you could see anything but the gleam of treasure and the black mist of the abyss, your hand wandered over his, searching for his body, to feel the one who’s been gifting you treasures. Your fingers trailed upwards, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the curves and hardness of his arms were sinful. You truly wished you could see him at this moment, but you kept at your advance, clawed fingers moving slowly with unbridled curiosity. When you reached his broad shoulders and well-pronounced chest, it rumbled, a purr coming from König. Its deep sound shook you with need, your tail enthusiastically moving back and forth as you listened to him. 

“Are you happy, Schatz?”

His voice was even better than his soft purrs, in a way that made you want to melt into his arms and never bother moving if he kept talking to you, the sound of the creature that gave you gifts and affection. König’s spine-chilling voice seemed like a mix of many voices, both soft and raspy, and both deep and smooth, but it was something you enjoyed, that you found yourself liking a bit too much. 

“Yes,” you breathed, eyes travelling skyward, towards the source of his voice.

Your breath caught in your throat, choking a gasp at the prettiest blues you’d seen staring down at you. They were majestic, gem-like with a pretty sheen that made them glow like a beacon of light. You wondered why you’d never seen them, seeing how bright his eyes were. They lit up his face, or the veil he wore over his face, showing the pale streak of makeshift tears down the incision he made for his eyes. You shamelessly admired him, unbothered by the lost puppy-like stare you gave him in your glowing beauty. 

You’d crossed a threshold, where a creature of light never dared to cross, stepping into the arms of an Old One and embracing their madness. Although you were oblivious to his intentions, the loud proclamation of his courting rituals and attempts of crying out his love - the Old One’s rituals and cultures were much of a mystery to those who didn’t study them, much of a taboo for anyone outside of delusion and greed - he hadn’t refrained from his deliberate show that would be nearly shameful and embarrassing to others of his kind. 

Some wouldn’t bother with such frivolous acts: confessions from the deepest part of their dark soul, proclamation of love and undying adoration, or having to scavenge for gifts - offerings - to the subject of their attention. His kind took and took, reaching for that small glimmer of hope and beauty and corrupted it, bending it to their liking and building something from the ashes. It wouldn’t - would never - be the same as they were before, but that was how the Old Ones liked it: control, corruption, ruin, madness and power.

König wouldn’t do that, he wanted to cherish you, add to what you were and watch it bloom like those bioluminescent creatures in the abyss; even against his creator’s wishes. He’ll put you on the highest pedestal he has, eternally imprinting the image of you as his most precious treasure into his mind. You’ll be a thing of miracles, a thing of blessings, a thing of new beginnings. He wanted all and everything with you, but he’d have to take it slow, to coax you into this redundant pattern that ensured your trust and comfort and have you follow him of your own volition. 

He doesn’t mind waiting, he’s had hundreds of years of sitting and waiting, patience was a virtue he grew to learn, to hold in his giant palm and clutch like a gift from the ever-growing, chaotic universe. He can wait and plan, so he will, König will lay down his plan and wait until he can bring it to reality.

Wait he did, for you to grow comfortable enough to follow him deeper and let him pull you in from your side. It took you a month of back and forth, squirming around your infatuation with König and exchanging trinkets, words and fleeting kisses with him. He adored your little giggles when he traced your sides with a bolt tentacle, curling under your plush tits and the tip sliding under your strap. He loved the pretty shells you gave him, cleaned from sand and any barnacles, it showed him how much time you spent on it for him. His heart bloomed and swelled to impossible heights when you pecked his lips, giving him shy and gentle kisses that he grew addicted to. 

You were so sweet and so soft, your lips the taste of heaven for a creature of madness. Your hands were gentle like a cool balm over a burn, soothing his wild thoughts. Your little gifts for him - reciprocating his affection - were currently the most important things in his cave, a sign of your love and devotion. It made him wonder what would you let him do once you gave yourself to him. Would you succumb to the everlasting pleasures he could give you, or would you demand to help him take care of his own in a mutual haze? He couldn’t help himself, letting his chaotic mind conjure the most absurd and erotic dreams, his body vibrating with excitement; and now, at the peak of your trust in him, he watched his plan - a well-placed trap - come to fruition. 

“Come, Schatz,” he beckoned you forward, his burly arm stretching to coax you to follow him, holding out his open palm to you. “I have something I want to show you. Pretty things.”

Without a thought, to question his intentions or to ask why he couldn’t have bought them for you like he usually did, you took his hand and let his fingers curl over yours, intertwining your smaller digits to his as he pulled you to his chest. His embrace was as safe and pleasant as the last one - yesterday - and caused a flurry of emotions to erupt in your chest, he was warm in the cool darkness, loving in all the ways you could think. You could close your eyes and imagine a smile rippling across his face with joyfully squinted eyes peering down at you. 

Held against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist with a firm squeeze of his hand where your skin turned to scales. He whispered sweet promises, words of encouragement to see the way to his home and excited explanations of what awaited you. Pretty things, he said, you knew what he meant - at least you think you did - you shared much in common, and pretty things were something you both agreed on: shiny metals, interesting trinkets, shimmering shells or finely-minted coins. All things humans valued before throwing away; one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. 

How unfortunate that you couldn’t see in the dark, yet how fortunate you wouldn’t know the way back, it was something he relied on heavily to keep you, if you didn’t know how to navigate in this utter blindness, there were no risks of you trying to escape his caring hand. You were smart, you wouldn’t simply venture off without knowing where to go and how to see, especially with how vast his territory was and how dangerous it was. He shared his home with other simple-minded animals, sharks, fishes, eels and any other abyssal creature that lived and depended on the dark to live. 

Your innocent curiosity about the things he deemed pretty enough to hoard made his heartbeat, that addicting feeling he got from touching you, kissing you and speaking to you. Even if the deeper he went, the colder it became, you never once complained, your wide eyes and grinning face were the only thing you gave him. He was truly relieved to know that you were patient and understanding of his home, not one hiss or pout while you shook and clung to him, depending on him for warmth. He liked that, to see you rely on him so much. 

“We’re here, mein Liebling,” he hushed, cradling your face as he dove down, through the entrance of his cave. He shielded your fragile body with his many arms, protecting you from the rush of water current flowing against him. He chose this one to build his nest, using the strong current as a natural barrier against weaker creatures. 

When the waters calmed to a still, he loosened his hold on you, unravelling his arms to let you explore the many passages and alcoves in his home. To accommodate you, he strung up bioluminescent flora, using them as light to find your way around, with silken algae over a few rocks to mimic the beds mers slept in and a few other things that he thought you’d need: a mirror, a few floating plants to add to its mystical beauty and clusters of soft materials in nearly every room. 

He let you wander, your tail flapping back and forth to lead you down the long hall and explore the many rooms. He used a room to sleep, one as a pantry and storage, and another one to hold his hoard, but he had a lot of empty and unused space, more than enough for you and your children to thrive. He wanted to let you roam at your own pace, but he had something to show you, something he was proud of making. 

He pulled you from your little cloud of joy, wrapping an arm around you, his sticky suckers latching onto you as he coaxed you his way. Only then had you taken the time to admire König under blue light, cheeks warm with a burning flush and doe-like eyes staring at the naked expense of his hard abdomen, stomach sculpted to perfection that had Adonis shying away. His arms were big and round, muscles straining the scarred skin with delicious appeal. 

Downwards, following the sharp dip of his navel, were dozens of dark tentacles lined with round, pulsing suckers. Like an octopus, they were covered in a slimy sheen, every limb flexible and able to move independently. The lower ones were thick and soft, acting as a cover for whatever he hid beneath them, while some were thinner, whose source came from under his veil. Those, however, were a mix of normal and horrific tentacles, some had eyes replacing the usual suckers, tinted in the same colour as his irises, that glowing, pale blue. 

It made your body heat up, fingers tingling with nerves - or was it? When faced with something you found appealing, it’d be natural to feel flustered, no? König thought so, that’s how he spent the first days reacting to you, heating up to a bothersome flush to everything you did. He watched your awed stare, that daydreaming haze in your eyes when you looked him over, his whole body clear under the gentle light in his cave. 

“This way.”

Without making your gaze leave his figure, he drew you in, heading towards his biggest room where he caught and strung everything to fit his pleasure and mood. It was somewhere deeper into the system with walls strong and sturdy, and the round ceiling higher than the other rooms. On one side was a pile of golden objects of all shades, light yellow to a darkish gold, nearly bronze; on the other was a mix of pretty silver things and metallic black objects, rusted by age and the salty ocean; and on another, the smallest of them all, comprised of a few dozens of colourful shells and corals frozen in time that you’d given him. 

He saw your chest expand, your smile growing brighter and brighter at the pile of gifts you gave him, your bubbly laugh as you swam towards it, twirling around it proudly. You looked around the room, admiring his large collection and how it seemed to spill down every pile in an attempt to reach the other one, forming a protective ring around your presents, but always coming back to the bright pink, blue and yellow shells. You were happy and appreciative of the time he spent working and arranging his hoard. If he could, he’d preen and purr to you, to show just how much your proud smile meant to him, watching you appraise his work was satisfying. 

He already felt like things were falling into place perfectly, he could see the life he had envisioned with you coming to life, the little intricacies that popped into his mind seeming too appealing. His dreams were slowly becoming a reality, the things that he could only imagine were now tangible to his hands, and the future he salivated at was so, so close that he could sink his teeth into its flesh. 

He knew it. He knew it when he watched you swim to him with that big, adorable smile on your face, that it was in his hands. He could see it now, how his lonely cave would be filled with life and laughter, children with a mix of your beauty and his madness chasing one another between the many openings and your round, swollen stomach welcoming another of your children to the world. That was all he could think of while he cradled you in his arms, his tentacles latching to your tail and back. 

“You’re happy, ja?”

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