#wanted to draw him with gray skin hehe

[wasyago]

quick "chip" sketch from ep 109

#wanted to draw him with gray skin hehe #this ep is a real throwback to the desire isle arc.... holes in hearts. chip is stone gray/dead. big fight with a boss and ghouls. mmmm #his neck is a little busy so ill definitely change it if i draw him like this again. but itll do for now its a sketch anyway #love the color pallett otherwise tho... very tasty looking #i think this is the fifth art with a black background i did in the last couple days but pffff who cares i love black backgrounds #OH also yes. no hole in his chest. pretty sure the heart was pulled from his throat anyway #doesn't make it better but haha yeah #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi spoilers #riptide spoilers #my art #sketch

[themisscuy]

Hi!

It's not about outfits, but still

I really liked your drawings with Purple and Victim interactions, and you said you want make a more hc in one of your posts, sooooo here is my idea: What if the Victim "infected" Purple, when he touched him

It's not very smart idea, but it's still interesting to see your drawing with that :)

This was buried in my inbox during a half-life iM SORRY-

Honestly I made some sketches of the first ideas of this concept a long time ago- but I haven't been into AvA fandom since a while, and when I don't feel attached to smth, I just stop anything related to it -v-" oh well

I first thought that the infection would begin in the limb that touched Victim directly during one of their attacks- logically, it would probably be Purple's hand. Also, I just didn't want to leave it like he just got glitched too, since Victim suffered changes in their hands and eyes because of their condition.

So, I considered to give Purple another color to emphasize the way of corruption in his body-as you can see in the first picture- I wasn't sure if it would be black or white (like, the extremes?) Anyway, I didn't make a decision cuz I got too distracted by other things for the next weeks JSBXBXV today I was reflecting on it again, and I came up with this

In the beginning, the corruption manifest itself as a light pink, almost white...mark? Idk the exact word, but it appears on one of Purple's hands. He notices that this lil mark is accompanied by glitches. He also notices that all the skin affected is abnormally sensitive.

Then, from one moment to another, Purple suffers attacks very similar to Victim's ones. The only difference is that at the end of these, the mark gets bigger and bigger. Soon, his entire right arm is completely infected. A few weeks later, the right half of his body changed its color. He notices that the color of the mark got darker, going more to a shade of gray.

When he checks himself in the mirror he can't help of thinking that the right half of his body looks...dead. One of his eyes changed too.

All this skin feels sensitive, sometimes a bit painful, so he wears baggy clothes to try to endure it. He just wears a pair of pants at some point.

In the end, when the corruption reached the last trace of his skin, he feels like a sad, gray, and half-dead mess.

And well...that's the end of my rambling hehe. It was really interesting to imagine all of this KDBFMDN thank you so much for this ask! Here there are some other drawings of this concept along with some notes on the first ideas xD

#ask the cuy

[selenekallanwriter]

Writeblr Introduction and links.

Hello! My name is Selene. I’m a dyslexic fantasy author who loves symphonic metal, and has been vividly hallucinating about possibly imaginary people since age 8. I write stories about overpowered, morally gray, mostly queer loons who curse like sailors. My heroes are NOT ‘alpha’ males, and my heroines are badasses. If you want to interact with me somewhere else, check out my Facebook Page, where I post book excerpts and funny memes. If you subscribe to my NEWSLETTER, I promise to only bug you once in a blue moon. I'm also on Instagram and TikTok.

These are my current series/books:

THE CURSED AND THE FALLEN

Completed-ish series. The main arc is closed and there are no cliffhangers at the end of book three, but there are more stories to tell. Multiple POV, first-person present, and close third-person present.

DEMON WARDEN, book 1: 

Demons are a girl's best friend... or worst nightmare. Some try to steal your soul, and others drive you nuts with their aloof, acerbic ways. I would know, I have a demon warden. My name is Dinah, and I am a weirdo of supernatural proportions. This is the story of how I almost lost my soul and was saved by a sexy—ahem, infuriating demon prince.

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BONDED BY BLOOD AND MAGIC

Series in progress. Two books published. Multiple POV, first person past, third person past.

HUNTRESS PREY, book 1: 

Valentine, huntress vampire by night and cat-mama accountant by day, clashes with Axel—a beautiful fae warrior with a penchant for staking vampires. 

The ancient enmity between their species compels them to destroy each other. But against all odds, they develop a burning connection.

Will their forbidden attraction survive the battle against their foes and inner demons?

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THE HALFBLOOD REBELS

Yes, I turned halfblood into a single word because it looks prettier hehe. 

Ongoing series. Multiple/dual POV: first person past in book one, and close third person past in book 2. A lot of dark themes, and firmly anti “alpha”.

HALFBLOOD BETRAYED, book 1: 

Can a wounded, amnesiac half-werewolf trust a powerful vampire, or will he betray her?

Werewolf-fey hybrid Aylana loses her memory after a near-fatal attack. Her savior? Sebastian. A mysterious vampire with hypnotic eyes and unending sarcasm. Aylana suspects Sebastian is hiding something from her. But if she wants to stay alive, she has no other option than to trust him.

Sebastian knows that the flames of his previous enmity with Aylana will become an inferno when the feisty halfblood regains her memory. She'll probably try to kill him again. But he'll take his chances.

When their tumultuous past returns to haunt them, will they become sworn enemies again, or something else?

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HALFBLOOD DECEIVED, book 2

Vampires are demons, and gargoyles must destroy them all. Or so Aella believed. Until she saw a gargoyle slaying an innocent vampire. Wounded, she seeks help in the most dangerous place for a gargoyle—a vampire clan led by Zeydan, a vampire royal. Zeydan is reluctant to trust Aella, but his supernatural instincts drive him to protect her. Will these fated enemies give in to their forbidden draw?

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MOORED TO YOU.

Standalone. Multiple POVs. First-person present, close third-person present. Slow burn but eventually VERY high heat. My most explicit sex scenes so far, actually. SO MANY content warnings.

Synopsis: 

Be careful whose coat you pick up...

When Niahm, the beautiful stranger who saved her from danger, drops his cloak to the floor, Leo battles her anxiety and picks it up for him.

She doesn’t know Niahm’s cloak is actually his Selkie skin, and that her act of kindness is a marriage proposal of sorts.

Niahm doesn’t hesitate to pop the question, turning Leo’s world upside down. She is not ready for commitment. Her broken heart can't take another blow. Still, Leo can't deny her connection to Niahm is magical. Literally.

Will Leo be able to let go of her past and give into Niahm's charm? Or is their future star-crossed?

Fire and ice sizzle to steam...

Morgan is Leo's best friend/fierce protector. And she will make damn sure Niahm doesn't hurt Leo. This makes her collide with Gwyn, Niahm's sister—a beautiful, icy female who infuriates her. After an epic row, Morgan and Gwyn settle on a truce that becomes much more. They burn and melt each other's barriers with every fiery kiss. But when Morgan's darkest secret is revealed, will her relationship with Gwyn survive or sink?

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More books will be added in the future!

#writeblr intro #writeblr #writeblr community #about me #my writing #writers on tumblr #the cursed and the fallen #bonded by blood and magic #the halfblood rebels #demon warden #huntress prey #halfblood betrayed #moored to you #indie author #fantasy author

[sebsxphia]

Seb!!! Hi <3 said I’d be back in your inbox soon with some Joel thots, so here I am! ☺️ I apologize in advance for how long this got, this one really got away from me haha 😬🫶🏼

SO, since we were discussing Joel having an innocence kink and I CANNOT for the life of me stop thinking about it, I propose:

Dad’s best friend Jackson era Joel 👀👀

Your family has been settled in Jackson for a couple of years now and your life there is happy, safe, if not a little mundane… until Joel Miller moves into town with his daughter, Ellie. And you don’t know what it is, but there’s just something about him — maybe his gruff exterior, his broad shoulders in those flannels, the messy curls, his graying beard, maybe his intense, dark eyes or that deep southern drawl — that just draws you to him instantly.

And it’s just your luck that once he and Ellie had settled in, Joel became fast friends with your father. Your parents inviting them over for dinners, Joel offering to come over and fix things up in your house, sitting outside on your porch and playing his guitar with your dad.

You’ve never really been with anyone, never felt this way for anyone—there was never much time to think about things like crushes or relationships when most of your life thus far had been spent trying to survive the apocalypse. But the moment you meet Joel, that all changes. You can’t deny your attraction to him; can’t help the way your heart rate picks up, skin heating up any time he’s near, a flush building up on your cheeks whenever he speaks to you. You can hardly look him in the eye without stumbling over your words and try as might to hide it, you know he must know.

You think there’s no way Joel would ever reciprocate your feelings, that he probably just sees you as a silly little girl with a crush… But, you couldn’t be more wrong. Because, little did you know, the second Joel saw you he was just as hooked.

Joel definitely goes out of his way to see you, dropping by your family’s house for a beer, or to check out your dad’s CD collection he’d told him all about, to fix the broken door handle in your room that your mom had mentioned one night. Stopping by the town’s greenhouse when he finds out from Ellie that you spend a lot of time there gardening, under the guise of wanting to do something nice and pick out some flowers for her. All in the hopes of getting just a glimpse of you.

He knows it’s wrong, that he shouldn’t be feeling this way about someone so young, his new friend’s daughter nonetheless. You’re in your 20s and he’s an old man, but he can’t help but be captivated by you. Your sweetness, your kind smile, your pretty eyes that dart away from his at any given chance, your plush, pouty lips that he just wants to bite into. The way his name sounds so sweet the rare times it comes from your lips (and how much he’d love to hear you say it all breathy and desperate for him). The pretty little sundress you wear whenever your parents invite him over for dinner that leaves his jeans feeling a little too tight :) And he looooves the way your cheeks blush, relishes in how flustered you get any time he walks into a room. You’re just so sweet, and innocent, and Joel can’t help but fantasize about all the things he’d love to do to you. The ways he’d like to touch you—wondering if hoping he’d be the first, all the ways in which he’d like to corrupt you. Joel just wants to devour you.

Aaaah I’m sorry again, this turned into a novel 😭 you know I can’t control myself when it comes to the Joel thots, but I hope you enjoy it hehe !!! ilysm Seb 🥰 and I’m sending you the biggest forehead smooch and so many hugs!! 🥹💜💕💜💕💜💕 - @sugarcoated-lame 💕

KRICKET! THE MOMENT I READ THIS I LOST MY GOD DAMN MIND, THIS IS SUCH A THOT! 😵‍💫

god! all of this is so incredibly real and i just love love love it all, aaaaaaaaah! it’s the beginnings and emergence of joel’s innocence kink tee hee 🤭

but can you imagine when it first starts to divulge? both of you know that this is so wrong, being your dad’s older friend, but his touch is electric to you. you sheepishly admit that you haven’t had much experience in your life time, with the outbreak and all, and joel is practically salivating at the thought.

he gets to the be the guy that teaches you these things? he gets to be the guy that gets to be your first for some things? he’s staving off his orgasm the moment your hand ghosts his tight jeans.

he teaches you how to deepthroat, how to ride cock, what it feels like to be eaten out, how to squirt, but don’t even get me started on when you first see his erect cock.

your eyes go wide and you swallow thickly. joel doesn’t fail to notice your panicked expression. “y’ okay, darlin’?”

“its just… the other two guys i’ve had… they weren’t, uh, as big? as you are?”

you watch how his cock twitches at your words. joel is having to hold back his smirk, knowing that he’s going to be the first to properly stretch out your tight cunt.

“oh, baby. i know, i know. don’t worry, ‘m gonna take it so slow with you. this old man won’t hurt you, i promise, sweetheart.”

the money i would pay to be joel’s pretty, innocent thing who he wants to ruin with his cock 🥺

please, never, ever apologise my love! i absolutely adored this and i adore you even more! ilysm kricket my love and i’m sending you so many forehead smooches and hugs, mwah! 🥹🥰💗💕🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #sugarcoated lame <33 #joel miller #sebs masterlist

[robertdarlingdog]

What Ninjago characters who weren’t in the movie would be in the movie

Dareth: he’s an art/drama teacher at Ninjago HS. He’s very chill and laid back, and always brags about himself and his talents. He has fake acting trophies all around his class room. He also runs a blood about the secret ninja force, and claims to be their number one fan. No one in Ninjago knows it’s him though. Except for his husband, Ronin

Ronin: he’s a drug dealer in Ninjago city and is wanted by the police. He sells stuff like weed, crack, and vapes to teenagers in the back alley of the school. He also helps Dareth with his blog by getting pictures of the ninja for him. He always Stella stuff from time to time. Basically he’s still a shady criminal hehe. He lives in a small apartment with his husband, Dareth.

Harumi; she’s one of the popular girls at school. Her adoptive parents are rich folk that like just outside the city, like Jay’s family does. She always makes fun of Lloyd, but is jealous of him. She always bullies him for being the son of Garmadon, but secretly wishes she could be his dad’s daughter. She’s just malicious. She hangs out with her best friend, Violet. They like to scheme stuff in a warehouse her parents own.

Ultra Violet; just goes by Violet in this universe, and doesn’t have gray skin. She wears her black hair in pig tails and is usually found standing next to Harumi, bullying Lloyd. She actually has a small crush on her best friend, and is a raging lesbian. She would never tell Harumi her true feelings, however, because she doesn’t wanna wreck their friendship (which is a bit toxic anyway since Harumi is controlling).

Skylor: she’s just a girl who goes to Ninjago HS, and is a lesbian <3. However, her parents are different. They still own a noodle house, but her dad is abusive towards her brother, Chen. (The guy with the pom poms in the movie). Chen always bullies Lloyd and Skylor just spends time with her mom and focuses on her studies

Echo: he is the little brother of Zane, and was just recently built, so he’s still just a little kid robot. He likes to play with his brother when he’s home, and always draws pictures of the secret ninja force. He tries to act like his brother when he can. He isn’t as rusted as he is in the show, and he looks more human, just has bronze hair. His hair is longer than his brother’s, and closer resembles the og Zane’s hair.

Whelp that’s all for now!

#ninjago #ninjago headcanons #ninjago movie #ninjago dareth #ninjago ronin #ninjago skylor #ninjago ultra violet #ninjago harumi #ninjago echo

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Can you do something with #25 on the I love you prompts possibly with jercy??

hiiiii little one! thank you for the prompt and of course because it's jercy i got inevitably carried away with it and we cannot count it as part of the drabble challenge hehe hope you don't mind.

hate me, hate me not

prompt: "who are you and what have you done with [name]?"// jercy// 933 words

[all images have alt text]

“I think he hates me,” Jason groans, collapsing onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “I think he genuinely hates me and is planning my murder every second he has to make eye contact with me.”

“He doesn’t hate you Grace,” Leo laughs, scruffing a hand through his blonde hair in some version of affection. “I’ve known Percy since I was like twelve. I don’t think that boy is capable of hating anyone.”

“Did you see how he looked at me today?” Jason doesn’t take in a word his best friend is saying. He’s too busy thinking about the bright green eyes that had scorched his skin. Long dark eyelashes blinking slowly, twisted frown creasing unbelievably perfect eyebrows. The man was a modern Adonis and he hated Jason to the core. “Anyway, how could he NOT hate me?”

Jason still winces every time he thinks about the first meeting he had with Percy Jackson. At one of Leo’s house parties. He had spilled soda all over the man’s white t-shirt and laughed, because the stain had looked like a bird taking flight. He had asked if he could draw the bird on, make a statement from the stain. The look of horror on Percy’s face had been enough to make him want to crawl into a hole and die. Let his bones bury themselves. And then when he had tried to apologise the next Monday he had mistakenly confessed that he thought Percy was the most beautiful human in existence. Another look, accompanied but what could have only been an embarrassed awkward blush, from the black-haired beauty had also run that conversation into the dirt. Since then Jason had avoided the man as much as possible but apparently, at least according to Leo, that strategy just meant Percy thought he was stubborn, and conceited, and childish. There was no winning and now he would have to be in a small confined space with him for at least a few hours.

Hence the Dorian Gray level couch fling and endless whining.

“Everyone will be here in a few,” Leo hops up from the couch, host-mode already buzzing in his bloodstream. “Help me set up?”

With a deep breath that shoves down yet another groan of agony he drags himself from his comfortable spot and trails behind his friend. Minutes later the doorbell rings signalling the first of their ten person party.

“I’ll get it,” Leo is already walking out, “You handle chip and dip.”

Okay he can do that, and in the meantime he can think up a strategy to avoid certain other persons.

The plan starts out well, as he plays through scenarios and opens tubs of dip, but then he hears deep resonating laughter and every nerve in his body decides it’s changing career paths: inferno hiring.

The doorbell rings again and he hears Leo point their guest to the kitchen with the reassurance he’ll meet them in there.

Before Jason has time to breathe Percy Jackson is walking into the space.

And holy fucking shit. He looks… magical, unreal, incapacitating.

“Who are you and what have you done with Percy?” He blurts; he instantly wants to smack himself so hard he turns back time.

“Uh hi Jason,” The man just blinks, gives him an awkward smile. It doesn’t take away from how beautiful he is. Unfairly the soft tilt of his lips only brings out a small dimple and some unhuman-like sparkle into those already bright green eyes.

“I'm sorry,” He sighs, decides he can’t do this anymore. Cant be this unpleasant vexatious person any longer. “I know you probably hate me by now but gods i don’t know how to act around you. I feel like I'm losing my mind.”

“I—” Percy starts.

“No please,” Jason waves him off. Can see the confusion and hurt glittering in his expression. “It’s not your fault. I just find you unbelievably gorgeous and my brain cells don’t know how to handle it so they just blurt out anything. It’s a terrible strategy that’s left our conversations uncomfortable and short-lived. So I'm sorry. I genuinely was trying to be your friend before i ran my mouth like preying cheetah.”

“You find me attractive?” Percy stares at him in shock, eyes unblinking, dark skin rosy in their kitchen light.

“Well yes,” He nods, looking the man before him up and down. “I’m awkward, not blind.”

“I thought you hated me?”

He stops piling chips onto a plate, and it’s his turn to stare unblinking. “I thought you hated me.”

The bubble of laughter, uninvited and inevitable, bursts from him. Worse, once he starts he can’t stop. It’s just pouring from his mouth, taking up space in the small kitchen. Tears pool in his eyes as he remembers every cringey interaction and resulted sob-session after that. How, two years later, are they here. Life isn’t even real. Life is different puzzle pieces from different puzzles all in the same box and he is having a grand old time of trying to piece it together.

Percy is laughing too, bright and uninhibited and the sound is symphonies curling around his own amusement.

“We are idiots.” He manages to gasp.

“Well that i can agree with,” Leo leans against the doorway, brown eyes sparkling with his own laughter.

“Come on Grace,” The black-haired man finally manages to leash his giggling, “I’ll help take this stuff out.”

“Then will you let me take you out?” He winks.

Percy smiles so brilliantly, so big, it makes the fire in his chest feel dim. “Yes Jason, we’ll go on a date.”

#jercy #jason grace #percy jackson #pjjg fanfic #cc things

[theaspers]

sappy love songs for the romantics ✨

thank u for participating in my scientific research that was honestly just me looking for new songs to listen and write very corny and very lame fics to hehe 

— that’s where it is | mammon

his grip around your wrist is tight as he tugs you along. he’s too fast, way too fast for you, but you’re way too high on adrenaline and the way his loud laugh rings and melds with yours to care. you can’t feel anything but a swelling happiness inside you, so much so that it almost hurts, and the sting of the cold devildom night air as it rushes against your cheeks.

“mammon!” you yell, between laughter and gasps for air, “this is all your fault!”

and it is. always getting into trouble, always dragging you along with him somehow. curfew is creeping close and when you get back, lucifer will probably be ready with an earful but there’s not a single part of you that cares at the moment.

“hey!” he counters over the pounding of both your footsteps, “you were there too!”

you laugh again, “shut up! now hurry, before they catch up!”

he comes to a grinding halt, grin mischievous as you stumble into him with a loud cry of pain. before you can complain, he leans over to press his lips against yours. when he pulls away, there’s a glint in his eyes that’s captivating.

he beams as he tangles his fingers with yours and starts back up again, “i’m not gonna come back for you if you fall behind so you better hurry up!”

— can i have this dance | diavolo

this is the third time, you think, and it doesn’t seem like diavolo’s keen on stopping any time soon. one of your hands is still clasped gently in his, the other resting on his arm. his hold around you is steady, and there’s a twinkle in his eyes that’s even brighter than the blinding golden lights of the ballroom. it is indulgence in its finest definition, the future king of the devildom against gilded decor and bright reds and pink petals of roses with eyes only for you.

by now, the murmur of the crowds have returned, a constant thrumming over the smooth music that’s playing but you hear none of it. he’s been whispering charming little secrets into your ears, voice low and soft, silly observations about his guests, his plans for later on in the night. it’s exhilarating, the happiness that fills you is unlike no other.

“they’re all talking about you,” he tells you, grinning, pride lacing his voice.

you laugh as he guides you into a sweeping motion, footsteps fluid as he does, “i think they’re talking about you.”

when he pulls you close again, you return his grin, “but i don’t blame them.”

— can’t help falling in love (light version) // state of grace | simeon

when you see finally see simeon again, everything stops.

the time, your breath, the tiniest specks of dust suspends. the loud trumpets, the rushing winds, the fanfare comes to a still. there is only you and him and a rush of overwhelming emotions that crashes over you.

there’s a knot in your throat, painful and difficult to swallow around, a stinging in your eyes but the tears never come. seeing him - looking as wonderful as ever, resplendent in all his golden glory, the breathless beauty that you remembered him to be - is cathartic. laughter leaves your lips slowly, quietly, as you fumble, stumble your way into his embrace. his steps are as clumsy as you are feeling.

everything comes rushing back as soon as he draws you close, a non-violent violent crashing of bodies and limbs and emotions long pushed away. and it’s good. his embrace, the way his arms wrap around you. his laughter, pleasant like the ringing of chimes in the wind. his steady heartbeat, beating at the same pace as yours. the words spilling out of his mouth, of reassurance and comfort and love. nothing could be better.

— it’s not living if it’s not with you |  leviathan

he looks.

always for you, always to you.

he’s lying on his back on his floor, eyes following the curls and waves of blue that spills across his room, fingers thrumming against his abdomen. even now, his attention is all on you.

your rapt attention is on your phone, watching something that he’d recommended. you’re close. close enough that he can feel your warmth against his side. if he just reached over, he would be able to-

he can’t even finish the thought before his face burns.

he gives into the urge and yells out loud and you jerk in surprise, a small yelp leaving your lips.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

a lot of things, he wants to say, like how nice you look in this light and how your laughter has snuck under his skin and he saves them for moments you’re not around and how he just likes having you around. but even thinking about those things has him flustered and on the cusp of shutting down so he just launches into a rant about the show he has you watching instead.

— white blood | beel

beel doesn’t make it all go away.

it has nothing to do with him. everything about him is big - himself, his appetite, his emotions, his love. encompassing, engulfing. it helps, even if he does not realise it. but the exhaustion is bone-deep and too heavy for that - the weight of the worlds, endless thoughts that do not tire as they run in your mind, things you need to do and the things you have yet to do and the things you want to do.

it would be easy to slip away unnoticed, you think. to dissipate into the hustle and bustle of dinner prep, the hiss and sizzle and crackle of steam and oil and fire, beel’s occasional murmuring as he worked over a huge pot of dinner. nothing’s shaking off the biting coldness that you’ve been feeling, not even the usually welcoming warmth of the kitchen.

but he turns to you, eyes twinkling in anticipation, holding out a spoonful of the meal he’s been working on for the past hour and it’s grounding.

he doesn’t make it all go away, but that’s okay.

— just wanna be with you | demon brothers

this is nothing if not the epitome of unbreakable bonds: the brothers all sitting around you, chatting and laughing about mundane things over take-out. no one says anything about the dinner attempts that’s staining the kitchen counters, or at the bottom of a burnt pan or splattered over the walls. not even lucifer. no one says anything about your impending departure either, but it’s a gray cloud hanging over the room that’s easy enough to ignore over levi and mammon’s bickering.

there’s a softness around everyone’s eyes, a lightness about them that you’ve only just noticed - for just this moment, everyone is content. longing curls around your heart, squeezing lightly. oh how you wished you could save this moment, keep it close. it’s between a chorus of laughter that the thought comes to you - there’s nowhere else you would rather be.

— symphony | lucifer 

lucifer’s hummed midway through a song you’ve been singing under your breath for the past week before it clicks. it’s an odd little tune, and along with it comes an odd little thought: when was the last time he felt this free?

but it isn’t just him. even now, as he stops to think, you’re everywhere. in the squabbling between mammon and asmo, in the music that’s echoing throughout the house, in the low hum of the kitchen appliances. the house is no longer so quiet, so tense. it is one of the undeniable traces, proof, of the lives you’ve somehow managed to change in the short amount of time you’ve been here. levi’s and satan’s and beel’s and belphie’s and his.

he leans back and sighs but does not stop the small smile from curling on his lips. he’s never been too fond of anything too loud but this. he could live with.

— adore you | asmo

a downright shame that it’s always dark in the devildom, you think, because asmo looks good in the setting sun. loud and beautiful against pink and purple and reds, the best shades, the perfect shades for him. you just can’t look away.

he’s leaning against you, comfortable. he’s talking about something that happened to him in the past, smooth voice carried away by the cool evening winds. one of his pinkies is still curled around yours and cradled close. his laughter is a siren’s song. addictive. and it’s. how do you even explain how you’re feeling in this moment?

your icecream is melting, and your palm already feels sticky, and you should probably just throw it out. but instead, you lean over to press your lips against his, bursts of strawberry and lemon, tacky and soft.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me x reader

[sunseteyes]

Hai haiii! It's me again XD Can I have prompts 6 and 27 for Kaigaku?? Thank you so much >w

prompt 6. “Stop yelling at me!”

prompt 27. “Stop being a jerk.”

theme/s: manga spoilers, slight mention of blood (if you squint)

“stop being a jerk, kaigaku.” 

now the boy had always been a jerk, to be honest. but you never really said it out loud in fear that he’d probably decapitate you even despite being human. 

however, what made you say those words now that knowing he is already a demon and you’re just a measly human?

simple. because you know he wouldn’t hurt you.

“what?” he sneers but he makes no move to draw out his weapon or improve his defensive stance. 

he wouldn’t hurt you, but there is no guarantee you would to him.

“you know what i’m talking about. or did you forgot what you’ve done?”

your grip on your sword tightens as you erased the once pale image of the boy from your mind, the one you love despite his attitude, the one who you promised to grow old with until your hairs were gray and your bones were short and brittle.

the world is unfair, indeed. fate forces you to draw your sword at your boyfriend and you have no inlinkling of an idea if he’ll do the same.

you sigh, “what have you gotten yourself, kai?” your release of words were much different from earlier’s harsh ones. surely, kaigaku had a reason for his actions, but because of those, master jigoro disemboweled himself as atonement for your boyfriend’s sins.

and jigoro is your only family left.

“why? why did you do it!” you wanted a reason not to unsheathe your weapon--a reason not to kill him even if that would be against the rules. even if he killed your grandfather, you still love him. of course you do. you saw kaigaku for who he really is--behind that mask of a thief, arrogant, impatient face. behind is a broken boy that survived because of himself and his will to do so. he did so many terrible things but you wanted to stay. you really do.

but until when? until he had killed more innocent lives? until he would become an upper demon and kill much more?

you can’t let that happen. even if it emotionally tears you apart to think about physically doing the same for him, you shouldn’t relent.

“breath of thunder, fifth form: heat lightning” you swing your sword,but there was no spirit in it like you usually do.

he dodges it, surprised and dismayed. he unsheathes his sword then and moves into a defensive stance. you could recognize his fighting style and it aches you even more.

this is now or never.

“give me with all you’ve got, (y/n)!” he was grinning, as if you were back to a few months ago, innocently sparring and training as the member of the corps.

“what?! is that all you’ve got?!”

“you can do better than that!”

you gritted your teeth and backed away, dragging your arm on your mouth as you felt liquid dribble down your cheek. “stop yelling at me, kai! you’re not giving me your best too!”

you can sense it. he’s holding back. and it was the same case for you.

but this won’t do. you didn’t mind anymore if you or him will be killed by the other.

you were doing your responsibility as a demon slayer and also his girlfriend, for not watching over him and giving more attention to how he behaved.

partly, this is your fault too. 

“breath of thunder, sixth form: rumble and flash”

both of you attacked with the same technique.

but it was you who was weaker.

so you found yourself falling, your body stiffening and your sword sliding away from you as you lost your grip on it. there was a reason why your grandfather chose both zenitsu and kaigaku as his successor--it was because you were just too weak and frail, unlike him. he told you he wanted to protect you, but it looks like without him, you couldn’t live too.

there was a familiar touch on your skin as you felt yourself be enveloped in a warm embrace, you always liked his hugs--it made you feel secure and safe in this unfair world.

how ironic. 

you let out a bitter smile and a strangled laugh, feeling your consciousness slip away.

you were at peace somehow. even in the unfairness of this world, they still let you have your final moment be shared with the only living person you cared for—only, he wasn’t human anymore.

zenitsu, please take care of him for me.

oh god that last line i swear my fingers were just typing before i thought about it. i’m not yet done with the demon headcanons but well... i think i already gave you guys a hint with this one? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

i won’t be accepting requests for hurt week writing prompts after tomorrow so please send until you can!~ i won’t stop writing until i finish all of them hehe

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[honeycobie]

Could You Ship The Members Of The Boyz With Your Mutuals?

i got two of these asks so i combined them together and added a little description of the vibe they give off when i talk to them! i spent a lot of time on this because i love all of my cute mutuals ♡ under the cut because they’ll get super long. if i miss anyone, i’m sorry, my mind is a mess.

[sangyeon: @tbzhours​] paney is so supportive and she constantly reaches out to others to encourage them (she really reminds me of sangyeon with that)! i still remember when she first talked to me and i was shocked because i was a new blog and she had reached out to give me tips and cheer me on! not to mention, she was my first mutual so she has a special place in my heart <3

it’s like participating in a nervewracking competition and you’re so tense but you’ll suddenly hear loud cheers for you from the sideline. when you look up, you see that one person who never fails to make you smile. seeing their face makes you determined to win and make them proud, to pay them back for their limitless kindness and support.

[jacob: @atbzkingdom​] i know you ship me with him, but honestly you’re both angels? i see the both of you as more motherly figures but still extremely chaotic and silly. dee....no words describe how much i love her. if you were to ask me to describe her, i could write an essay but i wouldn’t be able to find one exact adjective. sometimes i just worry for her like please rest ;;; you’ve worked so hard and i want you to SLEEP goddamnit. 

it’s like the feeling of nostalgia. as you lie there, thinking of that one person and how much you miss them, old memories surface and you smile wistfully, allowing your mind to travel. the buzz of your phone brings you back down from your little universe and your eyes widen, heart fluttering when you notice it’s an incoming call from that exact person. 

[younghoon: @chaoticdeobi​] bea is such a softie, i love her so much :( i was debating between younghoon and hak but i went with him instead. i have to admit, reading her writings had me intimidated because damn the talent! i’m glad i reached out because i’ve found someone who i’ll never regret meeting! that intimidation reminds me of younghoon because he comes off as cold at first. however, as i continued talking to her, i laugh because i wonder why i felt intimidated in the first place because she’s just the softest bean underneath! (ok but they’re both literally the 🥺 emoji)

it’s like watching the snow fall gracefully with the person you cherish most, holding steaming mugs of hot chocolate as you allow your head to fall on their shoulder. although it’s silent, it’s never uncomfortable because you’re so close with the other person that you can practically tell what the other is thinking from their mere breaths.

[hyunjae: @heartyyjeno​] we first met through the tbz collab discord server and i was shocked because of how supportive she was? as everybody spilled in their ideas, she’d just keep on bringing in compliments and i love her for that. hyunjae and alesha both have a playful side as well as a sweet side and i can see them both connecting so well.

it’s like a hug when you most need it, the warmth of arms snaking around your waist as you let your tears go. gentle hands come up to brush away your tears and you can’t help but let out a shaky laugh when they pull a silly face to comfort you. their embrace is so comforting, it lulls you to sleep. if you were to describe this hug in one word, it’d be home. 

[juyeon: @juyeonzz​] i’m sorry qiu but i was intimidated by you too...you seemed so far up and out of my league that i didn’t dare to interact with you but i’m so so so glad i did! qiu and juyeon....both seem so intimidating? maybe it’s because resting face hehe but underneath!! they’re both the sweetest dorks! i can’t count how many times i’ve bickered with her over who loves who (i do and i take no arguments) the most and i love how we get so chaotic together.

it’s like stargazing with someone and it’s supposed to be romantic but you can’t help but burst out into giggles because it’s suddenly turned into a huge tickle fight. even though you playfully scold the other person for ruining such a lovely moment, you can’t help but think the opposite, your heart full and bursting with love as you turn your gaze back to the sky, fingers intertwining with theirs.

[kevin: @hyungseobf]: one of my oldest moots! i haven’t talked to them in a while and honestly we’re not super close but i still love them :( i ship them with kevin because they’re both so friendly and easy to talk to! also they’re chaotic and they’d absolutely vibe together. when they took a super long hiatus, i was so sad and i really really missed them. 

it’s like going through an old box of your childhood memories, feeling oddly happy as you sift through scrapbooks and photos but your hand stills when your gaze falls onto the old plushie that used to be your favourite. picking it out, you shake off the dust, as you stare fondly at its worn, dirty yet adorable face. 

[chanhee: @vernonvsblog] another one of my newest moots! she’s so kind and understanding and i know that chanhee would definitely appreciate that the most (especially since i feel like he’s someone who would want some time and space to himself)! not to mention, they’re both precious beans and i feel like they’d brighten up each others’ and other people’s days. 

it’s like being on a roadtrip, driving past forest and towns, everything blurring together. finally, the car stops at your destinated stop and you’re parked near the beach. running out, you feel so carefree, taking in the breathtaking sunset, painting the sky with vivid orange and yellow and the waves crashing against the shore, the scent of the sea carried by the breeze.

[changmin: @tbzwurld] listen, i’ve been mutuals with bee for like one day and i’m already in love like i’d sacrifice everything. this is all based off from her blog as i don’t know her that well yet but! her blog literally radiates softness and love like i can already tell that she puts her whole soul into making her blog a comfort zone for her followers. they’re both sweethearts and give off babie energy. 

it’s like watching the rain pour with headphones in, listening to soft and slow songs. you watch as it gradually clears up, the sun breaking through the dense and dark gray clouds. the glow is still weak but golden, still gathering strength and intensity but you feel so powerful at that moment, your eyes lingering on the patches of blue that start to show through. 

[hyunjoon: @aveluant1a​] yu! one of my newer moots but i still love you nonetheless. what really reminds me of hyunjoon is the talent! you’re both brimming with talent like gimme (the art, the writing....dang) and she really comes off mysterious and is like that one cool person i’m in awe of. i love how when we talk, she’s so open to many topics and she’s honestly an amazing person. 

it’s like catching a glimpse of a fawn in a forest, mysterious and practically beckoning to you as it melts away into the shadows. without thinking, you follow it and you’re taken away by the gorgeous sight of a field, the grass swaying along with the wind and you can’t help but twirl in the warmth of the sunshine, your arms spread out and your eyes closed, basking in the pure beauty of nature.

[sunwoo: @fluffytbz​] for rosie, i was thinking either sunwoo or eric ;;; but i went with sunwoo! they’re both so supportive and loving! they can be serious but goofy in a split second and i love how carefree she comes off. it feels like all my fears melt away when i talk to her and she’s basically my older sister that i can confide all my secrets in. 

it’s like cradling a rose in your hands, the petals silky smooth against the skin of your palms as you take in its fragrant scent and a smile takes over your face as it calms you down, bringing you a sense of peace. as you move to pluck it from the garden, you wince, the thorns drawing blood but it’s worth it. it is always worth it. 

summary: i’m basically in love with all of you.

#sunflower #shipping my moots #chopstick talks! ♡

[vannahfanfics]

Romance Dawn

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia

Requested by: @searchfortheonepiece (Tumblr)

“-Happy birthday dear Luuuuucyyyyy! Happy birthday to youuuuu~!”

Lucy’s cheeks were glowing an animated, happy pink as they hollowed for her to suck in a breath, then inflated as she released it to extinguish the sputtering little flames ornamenting the handful of candles that were decorating her birthday cake. As soon as the fires were diminished, Lucy’s eager fingers plucked the wax constructions from the cake; the sooner she could have that mouthful of delicious confection in her mouth, the better! Mirajane’s cooking and baking skills were both legendary, and the creamy texture of the buttercream icing and the flecks of moist cake dropping from the ends of the candles had Lucy’s mouth nearly drooling. Mirajane, seeing her squirm in anticipation, chuckled and wasted no time in carving a large sliver from her creation. No sooner than it dropped down on a plate in front of her did Lucy dive into it was a plastic fork. She nearly melted into a puddle on the spot.

“Oh my God, Mirajane, it’s delicious!” Her compliment was a bit distorted from the square of cake that was bulging in her cheeks, but Mirajane received it well enough.

“Why, thank you, Lucy. Happy birthday!”

As per tradition, the guild had orchestrated a massive birthday party to celebrate Lucy turning one year older. Following the eating (or, absolute destruction of) the birthday cake, the members participated in a number of fun, zany party games that of course took a turn for the deadly as the more monstrously powerful mages got a little bit too competitive. Juvia had to put out at least four fires that Natsu started, Natsu and Gray got in no less than seven fistfights, and somehow poor Wendy got suspended by the back of her dress from the chandelier and cried until Gajeel got her down. It was no less than what Lucy expected from a Fairy Tail party, and she thoroughly enjoyed it; however, even she had her social meter, and thus when everyone was occupied watching Cana and Erza in a beer-chugging contest, she stole out of the front entrance for a brief moment of respite.

They had been at it since about ten in the morning. As she closed the guild’s door quietly shut behind her, she was a little amazed that the sun was setting already. How time flies, she marveled silently. The sun was only halfway down the sky, a thin streak of blue hovering over a cascade of yellow, orange, then deep red as the burning ball of light encroached on the cityscape that housed the Fairy Tail guild. The buildings were thrown into deep shadows as they eclipsed the roiling sun. Violet began to spill down from the north, slowly seeping into the slimming trail of blue sky like ink traveled down a page. A small, content smile was on Lucy’s face as she leaned up against the outside wall of the guild watching the beautiful sunset. Life really was all able the simple pleasures. One by one, the stars blotted into existence, little glittering diamonds on a fluttering cape of night.

“Hey, Lucy. What’re you doin’ out here?” Lucy’s brown eyes tore away from the splendorous display as she was suddenly address. The wooden door clicked shut behind Natsu as he stepped out onto the cobblestone street, looking at her with curious green eyes slightly offset with the tilt of his head. Before he could ask if she was dissatisfied in some way, she gave him a light, reassuring smile.

“Ah, I just came out here to get some fresh air, that’s all! Who won the drinking contest?”

“Cana did, of course. Now Erza’s sloshed,” he answered. The sag in his shoulders and weary expression combined with the faint rumbling of upended tables and slung chairs echoing from within the massive building indicated that Erza’s rage had been released upon the poor denizens of the guild. No wonder Natsu snuck outside too; he was sure to be caught up in it in one way or another if he lingered too long. His face only held that uncomfortable frown for a moment before it brightened to that beautiful, sunny smile that Lucy loved so dearly. Lucy loved so many things about him- that cotton-candy tufty hair that she so longed to run her fingers through, his magnetically energetic personality that seemed to draw her in so powerfully, those green eyes that shone like a grassy summer meadow threaded with emerald flowers… Yet, it was that smile that always captured her, so pure and alight with unbridled joy and child-like affection. Seeing it always made Lucy’s heart clench in her chest- both from the absolutely absurd adorableness and the fact that Natsu likely didn’t see Lucy in the way she saw him. Ugh, don’t think about stuff like that right now… It’s your birthday, dammit!

“Wow, it’s gettin’ dark fast,” Natsu commented as he walked over to lean up against the wall beside her, hands slipped into the pockets of his baggy shorts. He was entire head taller than her, so she had to crane her neck to look at him; the way he was intently staring up at the setting sun made her suck in a small breath. The light played over him beautifully; his sharp jawline was accented into a ridge sharper than Erza’s blades as the shadows passed over his body, and in other areas his skin took on a golden hue from the intensity of the sun’s final moments. His green eyes sparkled with hidden flecks of treasured gold, while his cotton-candy hair seemed to burn all the brighter atop his head, almost the color of azaleas. Lucy’s cheeks flashed that color as his green eyes flickered to meet hers; she was all but caught red-handed gawking at him like a lovestruck teenager. His canines flashed at her as a smug grin spread across his features. “Anyway, Lucy, I have a present for you.”

“Oh?” Her embarrassment was immediately forgotten at the promise of a gift. He turned such that he was propped up against the wall at an angle, large bicep molding into the grain of the wood as his other hand fished deep into his pocket. Lucy’s eyes widened as, with a triumphant grin, his arm flew up to reveal a fist wrapped around the slightly swaying silver chain of a pendant necklace. A couple of little star charms hung on the end of the necklace, and the celestial mage immediately felt her heart swell to the point of bursting with gratitude. “Oh, Natsu… It’s so pretty…” she whispered as delicate fingers rose to run over the white enamel decorating the little silver star shapes. Natsu grin was brighter than the setting sun overhead.

“Lemme put it on for you!” he said with a motion for her to turn around. Lucy did as bid, her hand smoothly sliding her blonde pigtails away from the nape of her neck to allow him unrestricted access. She could not hide the sharp inhale of breath as his fingers ghosted over her skin, raising the small, light hairs at the base of her scalp at his feather-like touches. His nimble, sure hands attached the clasp at the back of her neck and the charms fell down against her chest, and Lucy thought that would be that; however, her entire body stiffened as she was greeted with an unexpected and riveting sensation- Natsu’s lips, pressed against the small patch of skin just above where the chain wound around her slender neck. The tension of the chords of muscles in her body prompted him to push his lips further against her skin and give a sultry murmur of her name.

“N-Natsu,” she stammered and compulsively reached up to enclose a hand around the star charms dangling at her neck, though she hadn’t the faintest idea why; perhaps, she was in desperate need to ground herself on something corporeal, lest she float away from the sheer amount of helium-like bliss bubbling up inside her body. Natsu seemed to realize that she was in no way resisting. Lucy audibly evidenced that as she breathed a deep, shaky sigh at the feeling of his hands returning to her neck, one steadying over the pulsing beat of her jugular while the other slid forward to gently cup her chin, slowly pulling her face back over her shoulder. Lucy’s hazy brown eyes were met with emerald pools of yearning desire and she lightly parted her lips on complete reflex. “Natsu,” she breathed again, an open invitation.

Natsu didn’t waste it.

A low moan hummed in her throat as his mouth enveloped hers. His lips were softer than clouds and sweeter than honey, melting over hers like the finest chocolate. The fluffy pink fibers of his hair weaved into her own long, trailing blonde strands as he moved rhythmically against her, like he wanted to feel every centimeter of her mouth and then some. The hand resting at the side of her neck slowly crept forward to push over the hand that was holding the star charms in a white-knuckled grip, slowly teasing her fingers apart to entwine them tightly with his. When they finally broke apart, they were both a little winded, their huffing pants for air mingling in the very thin stretch of July air between their faces. Lucy’s eyes fluttered as she remained momentarily suspended in the lusty haze, while Natsu beamed broadly and rested his forehead against hers.

“Happy birthday.” After the fog had finally lifted from her brain, Lucy blinked before giving him a sweet smile.

“Hehe, thank you, Natsu. I couldn’t have asked for a better present.”

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon to allow the curtain of night to fall, it signaled a new romance dawn for Lucy and Natsu’s relationship…

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[mermays98]

Gruvia Week: Day 3

Prompt: Devotion

Hello again lovelies! <3 Here’s my work for Day 3! So Since my last work was a drawing of Juvia surprising Gray with her pregnancy, this one shot is going to be when she’s around 7 months pregnant. I picture Gray being super protective of her during the pregnancy and trying to do as much as he can so that she doesn’t over stress/work herself or accidentally hurt herself, so that is this one shot xD Juvia’s beloved Gray-sama devoting himself to taking care of her ;D I hope y’all like it :3

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Gray watched his wife still asleep peacefully in the soft sheets of their bed, her pale arms draped over her swollen belly and her light blue waves cascaded around her face on the pillow. Every few seconds her shoulders would rise and fall with her long, even breaths. He gently leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Juvia was 7 months pregnant and so her belly had swollen considerably with the weight of their unborn son. Their son... Gray still couldn’t believe he was going to be a father, when Juvia surprised him a few months back with an announcement of being 2 1/2 months pregnant, he was happy, but also couldn’t believe it. He was also scared; what if something happened during her pregnancy and the baby was lost? Or... what if something happened and he lost her..? That is why throughout her pregnancy, especially as she started showing more, he has devoted himself to doing everything he can to make sure she doesn’t do too much work around the house and get stressed out, and especially that she doesn’t accidentally get hurt. He couldn’t bare it if something happened to her.

The ice mage brushed his fingers over the soft skin of her cheek and headed to the kitchen. He wanted her to wake up to a good breakfast, so he had to get started. He pulled out a bowl and some ingredients and started to make dough for some flaky biscuits then pulled it apart into chunks to lay out on the baking sheet. He then shoved them in the oven and started on eggs and sausage links. 

Once everything was cooked and the biscuits were done he got them each some fresh diced fruit and a glass of milk. He grabbed their plates and set them on the table before going to see if his wife was awake, and sure enough, the pretty bluenette was sitting up in bed with her blanket pooled around her. She smiled brilliantly upon seeing him.

“Good morning, Gray-sama!” 

He smiled at her, “Morning Juvia.”

“What is that delicious smell?”

He chuckles and shrugs, “I made breakfast.”

“Oooo, What did Gray-sama make?”

“Why don’t we get you dressed in your robe and you can come see for yourself.” he smirks and walks over to her to help her up. She takes his hand and he carefully pulls her up and helps her into her robe.

“Thanks Gray-sama.” She smiles at him and heads out to the dining room and grins. “It looks wonderful, darling!” 

Gray goes over to her chair and pulls it out for her and she smiles at him and sits. He then goes to his own seat and sits and they quietly eat their breakfast till Juvia breaks the silence.

“Juvia thinks she knows what she wants to name the baby.” She blushes and smiles up at him.

“O-oh?” his cheeks redden and he stares at his food as he takes another bite,  “What name would that be?”

“Azure!”

Gray choked on his egg in surprise and finally looked up at her. That wasn’t what he was expecting. He half expected her to want to name their son Gray Jr. Juvia stared at him with worry etched in her features.

“Are you okay, Gray-sama?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Ahh, don’t worry about it.”

“Does Gray-sama not like the name..?” she frowned.

“No! I do like the name! Azure is a great name for our s-son.” He smiled at her and her face immediately brightened up.

“Juvia loves it!” she shoves a small piece of fruit into her mouth, “Juvia looks forward to meeting him...”

He reaches his hand over to touch her own, her fingers small and smooth in his palm, “So do I..”

They soon finish eating and Gray starts gathering together all the dishes and sets them in the sink.

“Juvia can wash them.”

“It’s okay, I got them Juvia, don’t worry.”

“Okay, Juvia will go take a bath then.” 

“W-wait..! I’ll help you.. If you were to slip, I want to make sure I can catch you...”

“Haha, Okay.”

The water mage chuckles to herself and sits back down in her cushioned chair and rested her hands over her belly. She smiled a little at her doting husband. Juvia had never felt more cared for than she did since she became pregnant. Gray had been even more devoted to her than he had been before, caring about and considering everything she did so as to help her pregnancy go as smoothly as possible. He even had cushioned the chair she was sitting in so that it wouldn’t hurt her back or butt while she was eating. She rubbed her round belly affectionately.

“Gray-sama really loves and cares about us huh...” 

“What was that Juvia..?” he looked over at her curiously.

“Hehe, Nothing, Gray-sama” she gave him a reassuring smile and looked down at her hands as they traced affectionate circles.

A minute later Gray appears in front of her and kneels down to rest a hand on her middle. He sucks in a breath when he feels something push against his palm, more proof that he was soon to be a father to his and his beloved wife’s son. He even had a name now to go with the bump and the kicks. He looked up at her and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Ready, Juvia?”

“Juvia is ready.” Though she was enjoying watching her husband marvel over their baby. 

He helps her up and they head to the bath where he helps her out of her robe and into the bath before stripping himself to help her wash ad climbs in with her. He turns on the water to warm, filling the bath, and once it’s full he grabs a wash cloth and soap and starts gently washing her back and body as she lathers her wavy blue locks with shampoo, conditioner, and warm water, the smell of the sea filling the air. Once he’s helped her he also washes up and they rinse and dry off. The ice mage dresses in fresh clothes and helps Juvia do the same before lightly kissing her forehead and then lowering down to plant a gentle kiss to her belly.

“What shall we do today, love?” he looks into her dark blue eyes.

“Juvia wants to dance with Gray-sama.”

“Eh? Dance?”

She nods her head excitedly, “Yes! Juvia wants to slow dance with you.”

“O-Okay..” his cheeks turn a pink hue and she smiles brightly. “I need to run an errand real quick first though, okay? Just need to drop something off, then when I come back.. I’ll dance with you.”

“Okay, Gray-sama, Juvia will wait here for you.”

“Eh? You don’t want to come with me like you usually do?”

“Not this time, Juvia will wait here. Juvia wants to find the perfect song to dance to with Gray-sama.”

“Haha Alright, just don’t stress yourself too much.. I’ll be happy dancing with you to anything...”

“Hehe okay.” 

He presses his lips to hers in a quick, warm kiss, grabs an envelope from his last mission, and leaves out the front door in the direction of the guild. Juvia smiled happily as she grabbed a broom and started sweeping the living room floor wanting it to be clear when they danced. She then went to her music selection to find a song for them. She already had one in mind and was starting to get disappointed when she couldn’t find it. Then, at the bottom of her collection she found it and set it to be ready to play on their music lacrima. Her mind swam with images of them dancing as she lit a bunch of candles and turned off the lights for dim lighting to create a relaxing atmosphere. Once she was done she sat on the couch to rest and wait.

About an hour later after Gray had left he was back and he opened the door of their house to the candle-lit living room where his wife sat and the song she selected started to play. He blushed a little, recognizing the lyrics immediately. It was the song they danced to at their wedding, ‘Hero’. He closed the door behind him and went to his beautiful wife and offered her his hand. 

“Will you dance with me, Juvia..?”

She smiles and takes his hand, “Juvia would love to.”

He helps her up to stand in front of him and holds her waist while she wraps her small arms around his neck. With her round belly between them it was a little awkward, but neither of them minded as they listened to the lyrics and swayed in small circles. 

“So what brought this on..?” he quietly asked her.

She smiles and looks him in the eye, “Juvia just thought you needed a break to relax.”

“Oh?”

She blushes and gives him a soft smile, “You’re always doing so much for Juvia.. to help and protect us.. to make Juvia’s pregnancy easy.. So Juvia wanted to help you relax a little and say thank you..”

He looks at her, “It doesn’t bug you, does it? I’m just afraid of anything happening to you..”

“Juvia knows.. And it doesn’t bug Juvia, Juvia is happy that Gray-sama cares about her and the baby so much.. Juvia doesn’t want anything bad to happen either, cause Juvia wants to be with Gray-sama and Azure forever..”

“I want to be with you and Azure always.. Juvia.. I’ll protect you both no matter what...” he pauses, “Thank you for today..” 

“Hehe and thank you for loving Juvia so much..”

“I always will...”

He lifts his hands from her waist and cups her cheeks in his palms as she looks up at him through her thick lashes. With the close of their eyes and the touch of their foreheads, he leans in and kisses her lovingly on her soft lips as they dance, whispering words of ‘I love you’ in the darkness...

~The End~

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Drabble Arch: A Chimera’s Cry - The Mysterious Human

This is the fourth chapter of the story A Chimera’s Cry. If you want to read the previous chapters, go over to the fanfiction.net page! (link)

These chapters / drabbles will go every week on saturdays.

The eleventh bell rings as I head down to the sewers. The wallet juggles inside my green substance as I held the sole ID in my hand. "Mont Grimes, huh?" I ask myself. "The wardens nearby didn't have anyone named that last I checked.. Maybe after lunch I'll bring it up there at the school. Could be a lead.. if that thing is still out there."

               I head down deeper and deeper. The lights from above grow dim until they're nearly nonexistent. It didn't matter in the first place anyways. I've been down here for so long that I memorized the entire sector of the sewers. When I was with Twitch, he would've always drilled me about "his turf" to help keep surface dwellers off and snatch any "tribute" that they may or may not have. Ugh.. I glance over to the direction of his lair, deeper down in the depths. Wonder where the little fellas is. Hopefully he's not doing anything dumb or destructive.

               "Hey! Check this out!" I hear someone shout in the distance. "I told you being down here isn't that bad! Those other punks are just cowardly rats! Wonder who made all the funny warnings though."

               I look over at the corner and saw some the shadows of punks with mohawks and bats. Their arms and legs seem to be augmented and their mouths covered with breathers to avoid breathing the noxious disease ridden air. All I could hear is their chuckling and laughter as they ignore all of Twitch's signs and enter dangerous territory without parent permission. I think if I looked closely, I could see someone holding one of Twitch's posters to his head as if it was a funny mask of a stick figure rat.

               "Alright! I did the dare! So.. where are my 20 cogs? Mr.Twitch you owe me 20 cogs! Hehe.."

               I grumble. Why are punks always idiots? Their parents are always out doing grueling factory work and all these punks do is somehow get themselves killed in every single way. I stretched my arms on the ground and concentrated my chest to make it stand out, to make myself look bigger. I step back further and further, locking my eyes on the opposite end of the sewers. I stretched and stretched and stretched and then my legs let go. I slingshot myself to the other side. My body hits the floor with a loud "SPLASH!" The punks stepped back, pointing their bats and guns at the green mess of limbs in front of them. When I finally found my footing, I stand up, growing in height as I begin to tower over them, glaring at them in angry yellow eyes. I see them shake. I see them step back. I could imagine seeing their eyes, looking up at me wide and fearful. Their mouths wide, struggling to form the word "monster".

               It only made me angrier. Good.

               "LEAVE!!!!!!" I shout as loud as I can, echoing across the many tunnels in this cursed labyrinth. Before I could even stretch an arm to disarm one of them, they run like chickens. Their rapid footsteps spreading echoes in the darkness that grow fainter and fainter every minute. Twitch's official warning posters that were used as a mask now fell to the humid floor, crumbled and tampered.

               I pick it up, glancing at it. It was a simple green crayon drawing of a simple stick-figured angry rat holding 2 flasks. It said the following: "Don't enter Twitch's turf! OR ELSE!!!"

               I could still hear their faint footsteps a mile away. As much as I hate to say this, they should be dead by now.. Twitch rarely leaves his sewers. His ingredients are always down here. He wouldn't go that far.  I put the poster back in its place, hoping that it would actually do its job in steering people away here. "Where are ya pal?" I ask, glancing at it again.

               Then I suddenly realize.. If they can get in here, what does that mean for...

               I jerk my head in the direction of my home. I run as quickly as possible towards it. "He's safe. He's safe. He's safe. He's safe." I said to myself repeatedly, yet the creeping feeling lingers over me. I knew leaving him there would be a bad idea. I knew something awful would've happened. What could it be? Dumb punks? Chemists? Chem-baron thugs? Takeda's thugs?

               I run and run and run and gasped at the sight of the furniture that was meant to block the pipe opening to the house suddenly replaced with a single tarp. The yellow lantern light that used to be there was no more. Scattered pieces of wood littered the floor as I walk towards it.

               "Scratch?" I ask loudly, resisting the urge to cry. I slam the tarp down. The room was all black. "SCRATCH!?"

               Suddenly, the lantern light was back. Its dim glowed revealed a tiny green scarfed, brown bipedal rat with an unconscious person below him with rustled gray hair, cracked goggles, yellow teeth and multiple scars across his face. He looked at me with worried eyes while I looked at it with hostility.

               "Stay away!" I shout, moving Scratch away from the unconscious body. I looked at him, feeling his body. "Did he do anything to you?"

               He nods no, but that didn't stop me from checking. I step back at the body in fear. "How.. how did he get in here?"

               Scratch points to one of the drawings that lined the walls. One with a stick figure crying "help" as a young green blob jumps in to rescue the day. "Help".

               I groan at the realization. "Scratch! You can let people in like this! You just can't!" I look at Scratch's eyes of confusion and fear at this act of heroism. "People can do pretty nasty things. And I don't want those nasty things to happen to you. Got it?"

               He slowly nods, his hands clasped together, shivering.

               "No more destroying the furniture. Just stay in here, and I'll come for you. We can do this saving heroism stuff later, but now, you should learn to protect yourself!" ZAC bends over to the body, mending the scars left in this fiasco. "Guess I'm taking this big fella to the homeless shelter," I look over to Scratch. I feel his fear emanating from his antenna. "And after lunch.. we'll find a new door. Maybe check up on our neighbor later. Guess you're spending an entire day with me, pal. Heh. So much for being alone."

               His fear was still present. I sigh.

               "Well.. let's go. Can't leave this fella for long.."

               I wake up, groggy from the nap. I sit up, rubbing my pink eyes and feeling the tingling feeling on my skin missing. Their legs weren't present. My hand reaches up to the fur on my head and back, probing for the loyal roachmen that serve to sooth my needs after an awful nightmare. At first in the dream, everything was itchy. My body was itchy. I had to take off my coat. My weapons. My journals. My lets kept scratching and scratching but it wouldn't stop! It wouldn't stop and then I notice-

                But they weren't there. They weren'tdoing their job. Were they sleeping? I growl at the lack of sensation. "Ugh.. Roachmen!" I shout, opening my eyes. "Why have you abandon- Aah!" I shout, squinting my eyes at the horrifying flickering green light. It's radiance rays stabs through my sensitive retinas as I struggle to get up. I stumble across the room, looking back.

               The room was mainly empty with just a small human bed and a sink with a mirror. Why was I here? Why am I not in the sewers? Did they get me? Did they find me? Is this the extermination room!? Guess the bright light is their form of torture! Yes.. yes.. It had to be! So is the clean look.. The metals don't even have rust! Where's my crossbow.. my casks! I look down and all I see was this white gown.

               "Did you hear about the new guest?" I hear some dumb human say with my large, all-knowing ears. "I hear his immune system is strong. Must be an interesting subject in the future.."

               I can't stand being here. Not around these surface dwellers.. They'll kill me.. They'll destroy me! THEY'LL EXTERMINATE!

               I blend in with my surroundings and opened the door slowly.

               "Creeeeeak"

               All conversation stopped.

               "He's awake," I hear them begin to repeat. They know. Suddenly I hear footsteps. I slam the door open, and run as fast as I can while maintain my brilliant disguise.

               "Gotta find a toilet! Gotta find a toilet! Gotta find a toilet!" I whisper to myself as I ran. I found the door to the restrooms. Yes.. I was home free! I opened the door and I hit something hard. I crumbled down on the floor.

               "It's you.."  I hear someone mumbled fearfully in front of me. I opened my eyes and saw what seemed to be a rugged man with large, rustled gray facial hair. "The plague rat! THE PLAGUE RAT!" He begins shouting and screaming hysterically.

               "OUT OF THE WAY!" I shout, pushing him. He was easy to move in his stupid dazed state. The footsteps begin marching. I storm into a stall and slam the doors behind me. I open the lid and put my legs in the warm, slimy, mushy water. I feel brown mush and tissues around my feet. I begin to push the handle. Nothing happened. I push it again. The water rushes, but it didn't let me in. It was clogged!

               The people now enter the room. They begin opening stalls one by one to find out what's actually happening. I blend in with my fur and got off the toilet.  I crawled out from under the stall and watch as the humans look inside the stall next to me. I step back and back, seeing the door crowded with people and comforting the old man as he rocked back and forth in a fetal position. Stupid humans.. They're making things hard.. They're all here to exterminate me..

               Suddenly, I feel the hardness of a wall behind me. The metal framing of a vent pressing behind my back. I turn around in my camofladged state and saw it, my escape.

               I used my nails to slowly open the vents. One by one the nails pinning the vent down fell, but they didn't notice. Those humans are too busy and dumb to notice anything. Just a few more...

               CLANK!

               The vent falls to the ground. Everyone was silent as they watched me unscrew the vent. I froze, seeing their eyes peer into mine in fear and apprehension. The moment I hear the first footsteps, I ran inside. I crawled faster and faster and faster. Upwards. Up. Up. Up. I could hear the people taking their steps inside. I could see the rays of awful flashlights peering in. They were coming for me. They always came for me. Faster I climb. Faster I move. Faster I escape.

               If there's a vent in front, unscrew it. If anything's in front, get it out of the way.

               I see light.. I SEE FREEDOM!

               I unscrew the last vent and I pop out, feeling the outside zaunite air hitting my fur comfortably. I stumble outside at what seems to be the back of the prison I escaped. There was a sign..

               "Foundation for the Homeless Center"

#ic #Drabble Arch #Drabble Arch: A Chimera's Cry #1915 words #ZAC #Twitch #Scratch #worked on this most of the afternoon

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old art of mine, been redoing stuff and stuff. I’ll post some of the old stuff with the new stuff. I have saved drawings all over my room and computer.

Surface life

    Image 1; Red walked into his favorite bar for a much needed drink and finds a new face. Sitting on the bar stole was a woman, drinking shots left and right. She pause for a moment. pulls out a hand full of crushed $20′s and slams them on the bar table.

“6 more, please and thank you.” a little loader then what was intended. Chillby turned his head.

Chillby look at her and sighed, “....As I said before, I cant leave so many drinks on the bar top....but i will take your money. ”Chillby smiled and took the money and began making her drink.

“ugh fine, just easier to line them up and drink it with out waiting for the next one.” She said in a drunk whisper. She lean back a bit and closed her eyes.

Red sat down on his stole. The bar was slow tonight, a few customers here and there. Even a few humans in the far back table. Which is rare, but if they have the cash Chillby will gladly take it. As long as their not starting trouble. This being a monster bar and all. You get the Dumbest humans making the Stupidest  comments. Some raciest some borderline looking for a fight.

Chillby walks by and passes the woman her drink and walks up to Red, giving him his mustered without even asking.

“Hehe Thanks Chillby, been just die-en for a drink.” Red smiles and starts to drink. He hears a small snort from the woman two seats across from him. Her free hand holding her face head turned away, blocking his view of her. Chillby saying nothing walks off to attended to other customers. Clearly not in the mood tonight. Red smiles. He will leave Chillby be for now. He found a new distraction for the night.

He eyed the woman, dirty blond hair. She was a little on the short side. 5′2 or 5′3 maybe, but every human is short compared to him. She had on a gray button top with no sleeves, and a large magenta colored sweater that started at her upper arms going well over her hands and ending along her hips. To him it looked like on of those sweater dresses. Or it could be on XXXL sweater, either way she looked good. Her legs were long and curvy, covered in black knee high socks.  Red whistled to himself. ‘Nice’. He is a leg man, and those are some nice legs. Head still turned away from him but now looking at her drink. He seen a few good looking human woman. Though none would give him the time of day. Which is no skin off his nose. He-he!. But this Chick looked different, body wise.  She gave off the feeling, ‘ I don’t care. Leave me to my drink. Don’t bother me. ’ type of feeling. Not in a real rude way either. Also there was something about her. Something that he couldn’t put his finger on about her. She seem different from the humans across the bar. If anything she seem more similar to Monsters then human.

Come to think about it’s not the first time he had this same feel before with a human. Walking down the street he would past someone and not really paying much attention think it was a Monster but then turn and see a human. He shrugged it off and go about his way. Another time would be when he and Boss was shopping in a isle of can goods there was a spill. Chill Sauce, I think. Boss yelled that there was filth in the Isle. 3 seconds we both felt something, magic in the air. Boss thought it was an attack and was preparing his own attack so was he. We turned to see a human Employee run over and pause she said, “what spill?”. Boss pointed to where the spill was and there was none. The next Isle over someone yell back, ”Sorry!”.... but how did they get to the spill past us to the next Isle over?. We went to the next Isle and saw two humans talking, a Man scolding a child about being more careful when holding glass jars. Boss walked off making a comment on at least these humans have cleaning standers. Red followed thinking nothing of it after that.

Taking a big gulp of is mustered, Red looked at the woman finishing off her 2 out of 3 colorful shots. taping the last 1 with her finger. He decided. he wanted her attention. He didn’t know why. Maybe to see if her face matches the body he was admiring from two seats over. Getting up he walked over and sat down in the stole next to her. She somewhat laugh at the not intended pun earlier. Maybe that will get her attention now.

“Hey, haven’t see ya here before. I would buy you a drink but it looks like ya got it. Looks like 2 down and 4 to go.” Red says finishing the rest of mustered. She turned her head and looked at Red. ”Sorry had to ‘mustered’ up the courage to ask.” Hmm not bad. Not bad at all. Round face, full pink lips, pale skin, and her eyes. Icy blue eyes with a hint of violet. Her eyes looked relaxed could be drunk.

“..... Ha-ha, 6 down and 4 more to go yes. 1 more if your still interested in buying me a drink.” Maybe not drunk. She didn’t seem drunk if anything, just tipsy.

This went on for about 30 minutes. Puns flying and a little flirting here and there. Red had down 4 mustered bottles and she finished off her 4. He got her the drink he promised. Red found he was have a good time. She appeared to be have a good time as well. At some point they were interrupted by the humans at the table. Making rude comments about Monsters and Magic.

“ Hey Monster Stick to your own Kind.” one of human males yell out. His face clearly disgusted at there display. Which to be far was just talking. Nothing more.

Red was getting ready to tell him to shove it but was cut off. “I don’t think he should he has been great company. Plus if u have a issue here’s a tissue.” The woman he had been talking to tossed a balled up tissue there way. The turn back to Red as if nothing happened. “By the way you never introduce yourself.” she said to Red with a laid back smile. She was right I never did. Lets  fix that. he he.

“ Ha!, your right. The name Sans, Sans the Skeleton but you sweetheart can call me Red.” Smiling Wide, Red put out his hand for a handshake. Her hand held his. He noted that her hands were small and warm. Cute.

“ Well Red nice to finally know the name of the person i have been talking to for half an hour. My name is -”

“ Hey what’s your problem you into Monsters or some shit!.” The same human called out. “ Bet she is one of those types. yea? Like’s the danger thrill right!” Getting everyone attention in the bar. though there was only just them, Red and her at the bar and a 2 humans at a both by the door and a Monster bear looking out the window from his seat.Oh and Chillby not looking happy. “ If you looking for fun tonight just come on over. We will give you what your looking for.” He pulled up his shirt. showing off his broad chest. His Buddy's cheered.

“ Your safe will use. We have what you need, Skin for one!.” the male to his right call out show off this arms. The other was cheering his friends on recording with his phone. All 3 looked looked to be in there 20ish. All of them Drunk.

“Pf-ft hah hah haa!, who comes to a monster bar and is racist and ignorant of the people around them.” She turns her head to them looking bored. Her smile gone and eyes narrowed. “ You know what......there is a lesson here. Its people like you who get on my nerves. You say stupid things to get a rise out people. Thinking that if they do something I got friends, that got my back.” She sipped her drink and leaned on her other elbow. “ Whats wrong? can’t hold your own? Have to show how ‘manly’ you are by insulting others? or Show off what ‘little’ you have?” Clearly not interested in the their display. “if anything it’s cowardly. and I hate cowards.”

Red was a little taken a back. Chillby was just about to walk over and most likely throw them out. When there was a feeling of magic in the air like an magic attack was readying, but it was off it felt more like magic tension or-

“Chicken Shit...” She said pointing a finger at the first offender who made the first rude comment who started this. Magic came from her finger. Orange and Purple magic shot from her finger out it to the human male. There was a flash then a poof. In his place was a....

“..........bak bak”

“Dude! What the Fuk!!” said his buddy to the left

“ He’s a Chicken!!, A fuckin Chicken!!!. The other said dropping his phone.

Chillby, Sans, The Bear Monster and the other 2 Humans starred eyes and eyes light wide. Some Shocked that a now chicken is where a man once stood.

“ Not a chicken really but a rooster. I was going for Chicken ‘Shit’ but I’m a little more then tipsy. But I got results.” She got up and went to the door after downing the her last drink.

“Hey! What the fuck lesson is there to learn.!. Your braking the law using magic us normal Humans. Fucking Mages!” He scream looking at his now chicken friend.

“....Oh right the lesson. Um mm, don’t mess with People and keep your opinion to yourself. Plus this is a magic zone. Where I can use magic. Anyway he will change back in few.” She made it to the door then paused. “ Almost forgot.” She turned to Red and smiled and said, “ The names Yvette.” She left.

Tada!!! old art with story. The next image is just trying out faces for the sans and pap’s. The other image will have a story later on. Ill post it next maybe.....^w^/ Hope my spelling and storytelling is understandable.

#my art #my story #undertale #undertale related #underfell red #OC mages #funny... i hope

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If u take requests atm, could u please write an onho fic in modern time with merman onew and fisherman Minho. Onew gets stuck in minhos net and then a relationship blossoms lol. Also, pink hair onew from odd era please❤️❤️🙏🏻

Firstly I want to apologize for taking so long, I’ve never wrote a story about merman before so took me some time and I think I have wrote too much… heheSecondly, I have changed a little you’re prompt, I hope you don’t mind… Instead of Jinki getting stuck in Minho’s net, he saves Minho’s life…I hope you like. ^^

Minho closed his eyes for a moment feeling the cool breeze wash over hisface. The sun was setting, fading and giving way to the moon and stars thatbegan to dot the sky.

The day had been so tiring physically, yet Minho couldn’t sleep. It wasone of those days where he just could not relax enough to actually get any shuteye. He knew if he tried to lay down he would just wind up staring at theceiling of his bedroom until the sun reemerged.

Sitting there on the small pier with his feet in the water, Minho simplybreathed deeply, feeling the fresh air fill his lungs. That is until a soundcaught his ear, causing him to open his eyes again and look around with afurrowed brow. What was that?

The sound grew louder and Minho could tell with certainty that it wassomeone singing, but who?

Minho lived in a small town, within a small house built by his latefather. It was near the sea, the pier at the back of the house led tocrystalline waters licking the rocks that were on the coast. There were notmany people around his home and Minho had to admit that sometimes he was alittle lonely. Given the rarity of people around the home, plus the currentlylate hour of the day, made him even more intrigued when he continued to hearthe melodic singing.

Getting up from where he was sitting and jumping down from the pier,Minho cautiously walked along the rocks until his feet stepped on sand that wasilluminated from the reflection of the moon.

The voice grew louder with every step Minho took, and his heart beatsped up inside his chest. The voice was really beautiful, a voice he had neverheard before.

A man was in the calm waters, his lower half covered by the soft lappingwaves while his torso, that was leaning on a large rock, glowed in themoonlight. The droplets of water on his skin and hair looking like diamondsagainst the light of the stars. Minho stood frozen there, as if hypnotized bythe man, mesmerized by the soft voice that sang in a different language,something he had never heard before.

He does not know how long he stood there listening to the man sing, butat some point the man stopped singing and looked up. He did not appear to seeMinho, but instead focused on the moon with a smile on his lips and finally thetrance seemed to be broken. He should not have just stood there when he knew therewas a strange, unknown man swimming just off the shore.

“Hey,” Minho said drawing the man’s attention. “Who areyou?”

The man looked back, his eyes wide with fear and without saying anythingelse, he dove, disappearing from the surface.

Minho began to worry when after a few minutes the man did not return tothe surface. Even if this man could hold his breath for long enough, it wasreaching a dangerous point. Without thinking twice, he took off his shoes andran into the sea, diving and searching for the man.

Minutes later Minho sat on the sand, wet and panting. The man had simplydisappeared and Minho had no clue how or what to do. Maybe he should call thepolice and report that a man had disappeared into the sea.

Frowning, Minho rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. This wholeevening seemed crazy even to him. Maybe he was just too tired and imagined itall…after all, there was no way anyone could stay so long underwater andthere was no way that someone would just disappear like that.

“I’m going crazy.” he murmured to himself, standing up andheading toward his house.

—-

It was still dark out when Minho sat at the table for breakfast, hisbowls of rice and soup totally forgotten as he stared out the window, staringout at the sea. The waters that were calm last night, were now agitated andchoppy, which was almost never a good sign for fishermen.

The worst part was that Minho had not managed to sleep at all lastnight, worried about the strange man who had disappeared into the sea. Hetossed and turned all night think about every possible option. Could he reallyhave imagined all of that? Was it all in his head? Could he have dreamed such amagical voice as the one he heard by the water’s edge?

“What’s going on?” Jonghyun asked entering the kitchen,startling Minho, who almost threw his rice bowl at the intruder.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t you know how to knock before entering?”

Jonghyun snorted, taking a mug from the cupboard and filling it withfresh coffee. “I did knock, twice, and you didn’t even blink when I firstwalked in here. You seemed to be too busy looking out the window…thoughtful.”

Minho sighed. “There’s nothing going on, I just didn’t sleep muchlast night and I’m tired.”

The older man nodded, leaning his hip against the counter and sippinghis coffee. “You should go to the doctor, maybe get a prescription to helpyou sleep. This is dangerous, especially for those who work on a boat.”

“I’m fine,” he said shaking his head and standing up.“I’m worried about the weather. It looks like it’s going to rain, orworse.”

“Yeah, that’s why I think we’d better…”

“No,” Minho said cutting him off. “We have to go, most ofthe town depends on the fish we catch. They need this…”

“Minho-ah, if anything happens…”

“Nothing will happen, hyung. How many years have we been doingthis? We know very well what to do if a storm blows up on us.”

Jonghyun sighed but said nothing more, knowing that he would not be ableto convince Minho of anything, the younger man was just stubborn like that.

—-

The wind was strong, swaying the boat, the waves crashing against thehull. Everything seemed to be trying to knock the men on deck down. To theircredit, they were doing their best to collect the last net from it’s droplocation.

“Shit,” Jonghyun said through his teeth, trying to help Minho.“We’re going to die here.”

“Don’t be dramatic, we’re fine and we just have to pull up thislast net. Then we can leave.” he said, feeling sweat trickling down histemples, putting more force than normal into pulling.

“Something is wrong, the net must be stuck somewhere.”

Grinding his teeth and placing one of his feet against the side of theboat, Minho tried to pull the net again, but it wouldn’t budge. The boat shookagain as the waves hit it and began tilting at an angle from the men pulling atthe stuck gear. Before anyone had even knew what happened, before Minho orJonghyun could react to the situation, Minho felt his body fly forward, out ofthe boat, falling into the icy water.

This was not the first time that Minho fell into the sea, this was notthe first time he felt the salt water enter through his nose and mouth, fillinghis lungs. It was not the first time he felt the despair of drowning andthinking he was going to die. Not after what happened a few year ago and how hehad lost his own father to the same fate as the older man worked to save him.However, this time he was going to fight, he was already an adult and was notgoing to indulge easily. His father had given his own life to keep Minho aliveand he was not about to waste his sacrifice.

Trying to calm down, Minho closed his mouth and concentrated onswimming, pushing his body up with all the strength he had. The waders andboots he wore for work were heavy and swimming with all that gear on was evenmore difficult. The lack of air was beginning to make his head spin and why inhell hadn’t  Jonghyun come to help yet?

Opening his mouth unintentionally, Minho gasped as the water rushed inand everything went black.

—-

Minho felt a sudden pain in his chest, it was as if someone was punchinghim and he gasped, coughing water, feeling his throat, nose and entire bodyburn. Opening his eyes, he blinked away the blurry sights a few times, stillcoughing up more water. He took a deep breathe and stared up at the sky thatwas dark, heavy gray clouds rolling across the sky.

“Oh! Thank God you’re alive!” the voice to his side soundedchoked up and rough as if it had been crying.

Trying to clear the last of his haze away, Minho blinked a few moretimes and looked to the side. A man was kneeling beside him, cheeks red andface a bit puffy from emotion. Frowning Minho first realized that the man had astrange hair color…it looked pink, like what a k-pop idol would do to theirhair.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly. “You swallowed a lotof water.”

Looking up again, Minho took a deep breath a few times, his whole bodywas aching and even breathing hurt. “I think I’m fine.” he saidhoarsely.

“What a relief,” the man said with a small smile on his lips.“For a moment I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

With some difficulty, Minho sat up and looked around, not recognizingwhere they were. “What is this pla…” as his eyes settled on the manbeside him, Minho felt his face burn before he looked away. “Better question,why are you naked?”

“Oh,” he looked down and blushed, his face becoming darkerthan his hair. “I… I don’t…” he stuttered, standing up, trying tocover himself with his hands.

Minho looked down and started to pulling off the t-shirt he was wearing.Since it was still a bit wet and his arms were still weak from the previousexertion, it was hard to remove, but after a few moments he finally managed topull the fabric over his head and offered it to the cherry red faced stranger.

“W-what?” he asked with wide eyes, looking at the t-shirt asif it was going to eat him or something.

“Just put it on,” he said, still holding the shirt out.“So you don’t have to stay naked.”

The man hesitated for a moment but eventually took the t-shirt, stilltrying to hide himself from Minho by using his hands “T-thank you.”

The strange man was kind of sexy, Minho had to admit.

When he looked at the man again, he was pulling the t-shirt down, whichwas a little short, showing off his thighs, but still hiding his privates.“I’m the one who should thank you, for saving me.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, shaking his hands.“I couldn’t leave you there, it was too dangerous.”

He snorted, coughing from the ache in his throat and lungs once more.“You don’t have to convince me of that. I almost died and that’s why I’mthanking you, you saved my life.“

The man smiled happily, a slight blush on his face. “I’m glad Icould save you, you seem to be a nice guy and… and despite your work, you’rekind to the fish and the sea, just fishing what you need and not wasting likeother fishermen.”

Minho frowned. “You know me?”

“Oh… I… who doesn’t, right?!” he said laughing, hisfingers picking at invisible dirt on the wet t-shirt he now wore.

Well, in a way that was true, the town where they lived was small andeveryone knew each other, but Minho had never seen the man before him.

“You’re right about that, but I’ve never seen you here, are you newto town?”

“I live close by, but not in the actual town…” he said,biting his lower lip. “That’s why you’ve never seen me.”

He smiled and nodded. “Anyway, where are we?” he asked,looking around.

“Close to the port,” he said, pointing to his right side.“Very close.”

“Maybe we should go now,” Minho said looking up, for the waythe heavy, dark clouds were beginning to loom again, it was going to rain soon.“Before it rains.”

The man looked up and bit his lip. “Yes, seems like it. You shouldgo then.”

“You’re not coming?”

“I need to go that way.” he said, pointing the opposite way ofport.

“But…”

“I’ll be fine and…” he said looking down. “I’ll returnyour t-shirt later, if you don’t mind.”

“No, no. Of course, you take it.”

It was better than the man walking around naked. Minho had not even beenable to understand why the man was naked in the first place.

“Okay.” he said, smiling lightly.

Minho stood up, standing there for a few seconds, hypnotized by thestrange man’s smile.

“Your voice is familiar,” he murmured, still looking at theman without even blinking. “I just can’t remember from where…”

The man’s eyes widened, fear crossing his face. “I-I don’t thinkwe’ve met before.” he said, shaking his head.

Frowning, Minho found the other man’s reaction a little strange.“Are you sure?”

“Yes, absolutely. I… I need to go.” he said, turning hisback to Minho and hurrying along the sand.

“Hey,” Minho called, causing the other man to turn around andwalk backwards. “Can I at least know your name?”

“Oh, I’m… I’m Jinki.” he said smiling.

He smiled back. “Thank you for saving me Jinki-ssi. I’m ChoiMinho.” he called, this time getting louder as Jinki wasn’t next to himanymore.

Jinki turned once again and smiled broadly, showing his shiny teeth. Helooked happy. “I know.” he said before turning around and practicallyrunning across the sand once again, body eventually fading behind a rock.

“How does he know my name?” he asked with a frown,half-worried and half-happy, for some reason.

After another few minutes of standing there, Minho shook his head andturned in the direction Jinki had pointed out. The port really was close by andsoon he noticed Jonghyun, whose eyes were puffy and red and he could tell wasvery emotional. The shorter man came running towards him, his eyes full oftears once again and voice shaking from emotion.

“Where were you? I… I could not find you and I thought… Ithought…” he couldn’t bring himself to say the word.

Minho let Jonghyun hug him, basically sobbing against his chest like afrightened child. “I’m fine,” he said patting his back. “Someonesaved me.”

“Who?” Jonghyun asked pulling away from his chest.

“I don’t know him, but he said his name was Jinki.”

“Jinki? What’s his last name?”

“He didn’t say,” Minho said with a shrug. “But he’scute.”

“Cute? How…” Minho felt his cheeks warm slightly as his onceemotional friend was quick yo interrogate him.

“Hyung, I really want to go home to change these clothes, I’mtired.”

Jonghyun looked at Minho and raised an eyebrow. “Where’s yourt-shirt?”

Shrugging, Minho smiled. “Bye, hyung.”

—-

“Can you stop?”

Kibum crossed his arms and snorted. “You need to eat and…”

“And I already ate, I’m full and yet you keep pushing more food onme. I can’t eat anything else or I’m going to pop.”

“You are exaggerating.”

“No, I’m not.” Minho said, crossing his arms. Sometimes Kibumand his motherly instinct could be more stubborn than both him and Jonghyun puttogether.

“I’m just worried, okay?”

“I’m fine and as much as I love your cooking, I definitely don’tneed to eat anymore.”

“You… you almost died,” Kibum said with a sigh and emotionevident in his voice. He sat in the chair next to Minho. “I do not knowwhat else to do.”

“Kibum-ah,” he said taking Kibum’s hand in his. “Thankyou for bringing me food, thank you for caring about me, but I’m really fine,just a little tired.”

Kibum nodded, sighing once more. “Then promise me one thing.Promise me you will not go out on the open sea tomorrow. You need to rest Choi…rest. ”

“Kibum-ah…”

“No, listen to me. In the news, they said that there would beanother storm tomorrow. You almost drowned and the storm hadn’t even fully hitat that time. I don’t even want to think what can happen not only with you butwith Jonghyun too, if you go out in that tomorrow.”

Seeing how Kibum was worried and the obvious emotion on the boy’s faceand in his voice, Minho nodded.

“Okay, we’ll stay at home tomorrow. I need to fix some things,anyway.”

“Good,” he said, smiling contentedly. “Tomorrow I’ll cookfor you, come to the restaurant at lunchtime.”

“Can I bring Jonghyun with me?”

“Even if I say no, you’re going to just bring him anyway… orhe’ll follow you there like a puppy.” he said, snorting dramatically andmaking Minho laugh. “Just don’t be late.”

“Yes sir,” he said, saluting and making Kibum laugh again.

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Minho let himself think aboutwhat had happened, let himself think of Jinki who had saved him from drowning,who had saved his life.

He had never seen anyone like Jinki before, not someone so beautiful. Helooked like a manhwa character, someone drawn by an artist with perfectcharacteristics, proportions and hair.

A smile formed on Minho’s lips, who closed his eyes, trying to remember thedetails of Jinki’s face, how the blush rose over his face as Minho mentionedthat he was naked.

Minho certainly wanted to see Jinki again.

—-

It had been a few weeks, Minho had not seen Jinki anywhere, and he hadactually worked to search for the man. He tried to find him in the small crowdsas he walked the streets of town, or trying to find him inside a shop orrestaurant when he would go out. Everything had been in vain.

No one he talked to about Jinki had seen or knew about him and Minhostarted to worry and second guess himself. Thinking he had hallucinated thewhole thing and that Minho had somehow escaped from drowning by himself.

Although there was Minho’s missing t-shirt, the one he left home wearingand returned home without. The t-shirt he had given Jinki.

Determined, Minho decided that he would go to the beach, the place wherehe had woken up after the drowning, in the exact place where he saw Jinki thatday. Maybe he could find some answers or at least a helpful clue.

The place was as Minho remembered, the sand seemed to be whiter, theflowing water quieter and the shells glittering in the sunlight. Lookingaround, Minho saw that place was like a refuge, a hidden place nobody else knewabout.

Closing his eyes, Minho felt the breeze pass around him, until he heardthat voice, the same voice he had heard that night near his house. Opening hiseyes, Minho began walking along the beach, trying to discover where that voicewas coming from, who owned such a beautiful and smooth sound.

Then Minho saw Jinki walking along the beach distracted, wearing thet-shirt he had borrowed that day and very short shorts, showing his fleshythighs that Minho had had the pleasure of noticing the day Jinki had saved him.

“Jinki!” he called, smiling relieved to have finally foundhim.

Jinki smiled happily and then blushed when he looked down, seeing thathe was wearing Minho’s t-shirt. “Hello,” he murmured. “I’m…I’m sorry for wearing your shirt again, I should have returned it, but…”

“It’s okay, the t-shirt looks good and you. You can keep it.”

Jinki’s eyes sparkled. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, it’s a gift.”

“Thank you, Choi Minho-ssi.”

He nodded, still smiling at Jinki. “I was looking for you.”

“W-were you?” Jinki asked looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yes, but no one knew about you, no one had ever seen you, and Ibegan to think I had dreamt everything that happened.” he said, laughinguneasily.

“Oh, I…”

“It’s weird, isn’t it? There’s no way someone wouldn’t haveremembered meeting you.”

It made Jinki blush even more and Minho chuckled. “Do youthink?”

“Of course,” Minho said, nodding. “After that day I couldnot stop thinking about you and how I wanted to meet you again.”

“W-why?”

Minho blinked, realizing that he was speaking without thinking again. IfKibum were there, he would be rolling on the floor laughing at him.

“Hmm… because… I wanted to thank you properly for saving me. Myfriend owns a Korean food restaurant, the best we have around, and I wanted totake you there.”

“Oh, okay,” he said, nodding, smiling sheepishly. “I wouldlike that.”

“Great,” Minho said excitedly. “We could meet…”

“Can we go now?” Jinki asked looking back over his shoulder,seemingly stepping out of the way of each incoming wave and biting his lowerlip.

Minho hadn’t planned on taking Jinki to the restaurant today, but hewouldn’t say no. The tone of the other man’s voice had made him a bit worried.Was Jinki running away or hiding from the water? Or was it that he was lookingout for someone?

“Yeah, we can go now. I still don’t know if…”

A yelp made Minho stop talking and he felt Jinki’s fingers brush againsthis arm, somehow trying to catch himself as he fell on his face with a grunt,taking Minho down with him.

“Are you okay?” he asked turning to Jinki who looked at himthe same moment a small wave washed up on to the shore, covering his lowerhalve in water.

He watched as Jinki’s eyes widened, shock and terror shining there assomething shone and enveloped his body, making Minho blind for a few seconds.

Blinking to clear the vision, Minho looked down and gasped, taking astep back unconsciously.

Laying there in front of him was Jinki, wet and coughing a bit on thesalty water, but what was making Minho’s heart beat faster was that instead ofthe legs, Jinki had a tail, a fish tail like a mermaid… or merman?

Jinki whimpered, taking Minho out of his own thoughts and he realizedthat the other man, merman, was scared and simply lying in the sand afterrolling away from him. The tail that was covered with green, pearly scales thatglistened with the sun, flapping lightly, literally like a fish out of water.

“A-are you a merman?” he asked stupidly, not knowing what todo or talk.

“Yes,” Jinki murmured, looking down, pulling his tail closeras if trying to hide from Minho’s eyes.

Frowning, Minho realized that Jinki was scared of his reaction.“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said with a sigh. “I…I’m just shocked, I’m sorry.”

Lowering himself to the side of Jinki, who cringed even more in worry,he made himself look at the merman more closely. He could see that Jinki’s skinwas different in this form, brighter and clearer, also that his tail wasbeautiful, fascinating, hypnotizing even.

“You’re so beautiful.” he murmured, looking into Jinki’s eyes,and reaching out to caress his cheek. Jinki could only blink, blushing at theyoungers words.

“Yes, we all are,” he said head down. “All mer-people areconsidered beautiful by human standards.”

“I don’t know about the others,” Minho said with a shrug.“But I’m sure none of them are more breathtaking than you.”

“Y-you… you’ve never seen another mer-person before, so you can’tpossibly know…”

He laughed, getting up. “You’re right, but even though they mustall be beautiful, I’m sure you’re the most exquisite.”

Jinki looked down and Minho tried to calm down, calm his head that wasfull of questions, full of things he didn’t know how to ask, or if it was rudeof him to ask.

“So,” he said, startling Jinki who looked at him. “Whenyou get wet, it makes your tail appear?”

“Yes. When I am wet or in water, my tail appears. Likewise when Iam dry, my human legs appear. We can all do that after a mermaid called Ligeiamade a deal with a god so she could stay with her lover, many generationsago.”

Minho nodded, choosing to understand this later and keep asking.“So you can live among humans?”

“Not quite,” Jinki said with a sigh. “I… I promise toexplain everything to you later.”

Jinki looked distressed and Minho realized that he was only making themerman uncomfortable with those questions.

“Of course, of course. We can talk anytime you want.”

“Tonight, at your house?”

“Do you know where I…” he stopped talking, realizing thatyes, Jinki knew very well where he lived. “I will wait for you.”

—-

When Jinki appeared at Minho’s door later that night, still wearing theclothes that he was wearing earlier today, he had to admit he was surprised.But it’s not as if Jinki were to appear as a merman, Minho had seen how Jinkihad become uncomfortable and scared to appear in his true form in front of him.

After the shock and fascination with having discovered that mer-peoplereally existed and that the lovely man who had saved Minho from drowning wasindeed a merman had settled, Minho didn’t know what to do. All the questionsthat had been in his head earlier had disappeared, and he found himselfstanding there in his living room, not knowing what to say.

Jinki was sitting on the couch, looking with curious eyes at everything,as if he was a child and Minho realized that maybe he was. That maybe this wasthe first time the merman had entered someone’s house, a human’s house.

“I’m sorry I came here,” Jinki said suddenly. “But Icouldn’t talk to you there, actually I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Why not?”

“One of our rules, one of the most important rule, is that in orderto be able to stay in the human world, we can’t tell the truth about ourselves,we can’t show our true form, and I have broken that. There is fear among themer-people of what would happen to us should humans know of ourexistence.”

“You didn’t do it on purpose.” Minho said finally sittingfacing Jinki.

“I didn’t, but I can’t say that I regret it. I mean… it’s been along time since I… I wanted to talk to you.”

“What do you mean?” he asked confused.

“It’s been months since I’ve started following you, watching youwhenever I could.” he murmured, looking down to his own hands.

Minho blinked. “What?”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t want to scare you or weird you out…and I know how I look now, saying this, but I just wanted to look at you fromafar and came to the shore to see you at night, that’s all, I swear!” hesaid desperately.

Not really knowing what to say, or how to act after hearing Jinki’sconfession, Minho sat silent. It was kind of weird to know that someone waslurking around his house, but at the same time, Minho realized he didn’t carethat much, it was Jinki, and Jinki did not seem like a bad person… badmerman, that would do any harm.

“I believe you,” he said after some time in silence. “Butwhy?”

“I… I don’t know,” he murmured. “I think I fell in lovewith you.” he said, biting his lower lip.

Sure enough, it was pretty bold of Jinki to have confessed that, butMinho could see that despite everything, the merman was blushing red andstaring at the wooden floor of his house.

“Okay…” he said slowly, trying to think of what to say.Minho was a bit shocked by the confession.

“I’m sorry,” Jinki said getting up suddenly. “I… I’mleaving now.”

“Wait…”

Quickly Jinki walked to the door, the tips of his ears red. “I’msorry.”

“Come back another day,” Minho said getting up from the couch.“Don’t just look from afar.”

Jinki turned to him slowly, his face red with embarrassment, but ahopeful look in his eyes. “Okay.” he whispered before opening thedoor and sliding out, closing it right behind him.

Minho sat down again on the couch and let out the breath he didn’trealize he was holding. A lot had happened in less than twelve hours. He stillwas not sure if he believed in everything he had seen and heard, it was toomuch to comprehend and then there was Jinki’s confession…

It’s not that Minho had never dated other men before, he really did notcare much about gender, all that mattered to him is if they were attractive inhis eyes and compatible together.

Then again, Jinki was not human, though Minho still had troublebelieving everything.

He had heard his father tell stories about mermaids when he was a littlekid, about creatures who lived in the depths of the sea together with all typesof fish and other underwater species. Beautiful creatures who deceived andbewitched humans with beauty and elegant voices that would make any singer jealous,so that they could kill the human later. Minho remembered asking his father whythey did such a thing, why the mermaids were so evil and his father said it wassimply their nature. Kill or be killed, they needed to protect themselves.

Was this what Jinki wanted from the beginning? Did the merman want tolure Minho to kill him later?

Although that didn’t make sense, since Jinki had saved his life. Sothere was only one option he could figure out. That Jinki really was really inlove with Minho.

—-

Three days later, as Minho had asked, Jinki came to his house again. Heappeared a little uncertain and looking a bit ashamed, but Minho was actuallyhappy that the merman was back, that they could talk and then he would getanswers to the questions that had not been answered the first night.

Even though Minho could see that he was still a little embarrassed,Jinki did not say anything about his confession and slowly they began to knoweach other better, talking every night about their lives and answering eachothers’ questions. Minho was able to know more about Jinki, learning more aboutthe merman and his people.

Jinki said that all the mer-people had different colored hair, so hishair was pink like a cherry blossom, just as Taemin, his younger brother, hadpurple hair. All mer-people had characteristics that set them apart fromhumans, but not many actually lived among humans on land, so it was easier tostay hidden.

Most mer-people were still afraid of humans and had many examples of whythey should stay that way, far away from the other species. Humans could nothandle the differences and thought they had the right to capture, study,mistreat and even kill the mer-people they didn’t understand about. Thus, thereare very few who ventured to try and have a human life. In the end, mer-people,even those unafraid of humans, still had to return to the water. To live intheir natural environment, just as humans did.

Jinki would show up every night now, dry off and wear Minho’s clothes.He had to admit, they were big on the merman and Jinki look even cuter. Theytalked about random things or just sat there on the pier at the back of Minho’shouse, watching the waves crash into the rocks in silence, enjoying the peace.

“I like it here,” Jinki said with his eyes closed, feeling thebreeze hit his face. “It’s so calm.”

Minho looked around and then turned back to Jinki. “Yes, it’s myfavorite place. My father built the house and this pier. My mother kept watchfor him here everyday.” he let out a small sigh, thinking back to hisyouth.

“Can I ask what happened to your mother?”

“To be honest, I don’t know either. She died when I was still ababy. All my father ever mentioned is she had become very sick. He never toldme what exactly happened. Every time I brought up the subject, he becameextremely sad. So one day I just stopped asking.”

“So when your father died…”

“Yes, I was alone. It was alright though, I was already fourteenand knew how to live by myself since my father was out fishing often. After Irecuperated from the boat accident and left the hospital, Jonghyun’s familytook care of me and then Kibum showed up. He likes to act like my mothersometimes.” he said snorting.

Jinki chuckled. “I’m relieved to know that you have them in yourlife.”

“Yes, it was difficult when I woke up alone in the hospital anddiscovered that my father had died… and left me behind. He drowned trying tosave me from drowning…he couldn’t save himself. He gave his life to saveme.” Minho said looking down into the water.

“I’m so sorry.” Jinki place his hand on the other’s bicep andunconsciously began rubbing it in support and comfort.

Minho shook his head, smiling a little. “It’s okay, it happenedover ten years ago. I’ve kind of learned to accept what happened and come topeace with it all.”

“I don’t know how you feel, but I’m getting ready to live away frommy family. To be without them too.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I like my life, I love my family, but I need to go after myhappiness.”

“Where is your happiness?”

“I still don’t know,” he said looking at Minho and thenlooking away. “…but I know it’s not down there.”

“You mean your happiness is here, with the human world?”

“Actually I think my happiness may be right here.” he saidlooking back at Minho.

Minho looked at Jinki and he understood very well what the merman wassaying, the remembrance of the first confession still fresh in his memory.Minho just couldn’t tell if what he felt every time he saw Jinki was because hewas bewitched by the merman or not. It was still a bit confusing.

“Maybe it is.” he said, nodding, looking briefly at Jinki whosmiled, coming a little closer to him.

It was still a little confusing, but maybe Minho shouldn’t resist Jinkior the feelings he knew were inside him.

“Are you sure?”

“Not yet,” Minho said moving closer to Jinki who blinked.“But I’ll never know what’s right or wrong if I don’t try.”

“I… can I kiss you then? I’ve been waiting for so long.”Jinki whispered, shaking a little when Minho cupped his cheek, sliding histhumb over his soft skin, glowing softly from the reflection of the moonlight.

“Yeah, you can.” he said, pulling Jinki lightly forward andwaiting for the merman to take the initiative.

Shyly Jinki leaned forward and Minho smiled a little when he feltJinki’s trembling lips against his. Deciding he should take the reins sinceJinki was afraid, he slid his fingers into Jinki’s soft hair bringing themerman closer, pressing their lips together again and sliding the other handdown his back. Jinki whimpered against Minho’s lips, wrapping his arms aroundhis neck, pressing their chests together and creating a tight squeeze betweenthe two of them.

Jinki’s whimper made Minho’s head spin and he got greedy, sucking thebottom lip of the merman and biting lightly. Jinki shuddered and let out anairy gasp. Those noises were all he needed to be even bolder, slipping histongue into the merman’s mouth. Jinki sank his nails into the skin of Minho’sneck, kissing him desperately.

When they pulled away, they were both panting and Minho leaned over,brushing Jinki’s chin and quickly pecking his lips.

“Yeah,” he whispered against Jinki’s lips. “I think wecan definitely try this.”

The merman then smiled happily, his eyes almost disappearing. Minho felthis chest fill with a strong warmth that made him happy, a warmth and sensationlike he’d never felt before.

This had been their first kiss and all Minho could think of was that hewanted more, he wanted everything, but he held himself back.

Sighing happily, he brought Jinki into his arms, feeling the warm of themerman’s skin against his. It was still too soon for anything major, especiallysince he still was not sure what he was feeling, but Minho certainly felt hecould get used to this.

—-

Without even realizing it, the days went by quickly and the relationshipbetween Minho and Jinki grew in such a way that when he finally realized howfar they had come, they were sitting on the sofa in the living room, cuddling.

“There’s something I’m curious about.” Minho said playing withJinki’s hair, still a little amazed by the pink color, amazed of how well itmatched with the warm tone of the merman’s skin.

“What is it?” Jinki asked, a little sleepy and cuddling evenmore against Minho’s side.

“You once told me about the mermaid who made a deal so she couldstay with her beloved who was a human.”

“Yes, Ligeia. What about her?”

“Were they able to stay together in the end?”

Jinki pulled away from Minho and sighed. “No, she couldn’t stayaway from the sea for too long but was stubborn to go back… I think she wasafraid of go back… so she died.”

Minho frowned. "So you…”

“No, I’m different and now we know our limits and how we can’t stayaway from the sea for long. I also don’t have to be afraid. It’s not like myfamily would lock me up if I went back and forth.”

“It’s still dangerous. You told me it was against the rules to showthe true form to a human, so how could a relationship like this work?”

“You’ve already seen my true form, Minho-ah.” he said with asigh.

“Yes, and you were terrified when I did.”

“I know, but you also showed acceptance and didn’t judge me at thattime. You showed me it was alright. I don’t want to let anything push me awayfrom you or keep me from what I want to do. Don’t push me away because of yourworry for me, please.”

He shook his head. “I’m not going to push you away, but I amworried.”

“Don’t be, I know how to take care of myself and I’ll do everythingI can to live in my happiness.”

There was that feeling again, the warmth spreading through his body andMinho realized that it was indeed happiness, not momentary happiness either. Itwas like a fulfilling happiness that told him this was where he needed to beand with whom he needed to be with. He really was worrying for nothing.

“Come here,” he said, pulling Jinki closer and kissing themerman, wrapping his arms around him and twisting their bodies until he waspressing Jinki against the couch.

Jinki whimpered against Minho’s lips, something he always did when theywere kissing, making Minho go crazy.

“Minho-ah…” he said breathlessly as the younger pulled away enoughto catch his breath, and then he grabbed Minho by the back of the neck andproceeded to kiss him again.

"Who do you think you are?” Kibum shouted slamming the doorclosed and stormed over. “How can you just disap…” his words lefthim, suddenly speechless as his eyes landed on the two men tangled up together.

The merman squealed, pushing Minho off of him, who snorted as if insarcastic thanks, and sat on the couch looking at Kibum who was staring at themboth, jaw on the floor.

“What the hell, Kibum-ah!”

Kibum looked at Minho and then at Jinki who was curled up on the couch,his face red with embarrassment. Kibum posed the only question he could thinkof at the moment, “Who is he?”

Minho wanted more than anything to kick Kibum out of there and continuewhat he was doing, but he knew he was being unfair. In the last few weeks, ashe began spending more and more time with Jinki, he had neglected his friends.He simply wanted to have the merman for himself in every way and perhaps deepdown he was afraid to introduce Jinki to them and they find out who Jinkireally was.

“This is Jinki, you know, the guy who saved me that time.”

Kibum’s eyes flashed with understanding and he smiled. “So youreally did find him, huh?”

“Yes, a few weeks ago.”

“That’s good, but you did not have to disappear. He’s cute and allbut we won’t steal him from you.” Kibum said with his hands on his hips.

Jinki got even redder and Minho laughed, pulling the merman up from thecouch with him. “This is Kibum, my friend.”

“N-nice to meet you.”

Kibum smiled, taking Jinki’s hand. “It’s my pleasure and I need tothank you for saving this stupid giant here.”

“Yah!”

Jinki chuckled. “No need to thank me, I’m glad I could actuallysave him.”

Kibum could see the happiness between them as Jinki looked up at Minhoafter making his comment, eyes shining and his entire being thrumming withpositive energy.

“I can see that.” Kibum said with a smirk, looking at the twostill holding their hands together.

Minho interlaced their fingers together even more and pulled Jinki alittle closer. The older man now completely on his lap. “Sorry to be soabsent, we were taking some time to get to know each other better.”

He did not even feel ashamed when he said this. He was proud of himselffor having Jinki by his side.

“Oh I bet you were… so when I asked about you and Jonghyun saidyou were too busy these days, he meant it seriously. Wait a minute… healready knew about this and didn’t tell me anything?!”

Minho shrugged. “We worked together, of course he knew.”

“I’m going to beat that guy…. and you! You could have told me,okay?” Kibum said in annoyance and Minho sighed.

“You’re exaggerating and don’t act like my mother.” he said ina warning tone.

Sometimes, alright, a lot of times Kibum exaggerated and occasionally itirritated Minho.

“It would be nice if we had dinner together,” Jinki said,trying to smile. “I can cook.”

“Let’s go to my restaurant,” Kibum said excitedly. “I betyou anything Jonghyun is already there, and we can all eat together.”

“Yes, we could do that.”

"Are you sure? Don’t you have to head home?” Minho asked alittle worriedly, knowing that Jinki could not stay too long from the water andthe merman had already spent all day at his house.

“I can stay here a little longer.” Jinki said with a smile,kissing the side of Minho’s mouth.

“So let’s go!” Kibum said pulling Jinki by the arm, causinghim to let go of Minho’s hand, who snorted.

“You’re already stealing him from me!” Minho whined, makingboth of them to laugh.

—-

They returned late to Minho’s house, the small dinner they had turnedout much better than Minho had imagined it would. Jinki was happy and that madeMinho happy.

They may have had a bit too much alcohol and Jinki was a bit tipsy,stumbling on his own feet and giggling all the way home.

Minho pinned Jinki against the wall as soon as they entered the house,kissing the merman deeply. His cute giggles and adorable clumsiness was simplythe final straw for Minho.

“I wish you did not have to leave.” he said breathlesslyagainst Jinki’s lips.

Jinki looked at him through his lashes, his lips red from the kiss.“I don’t need to, I can stay.”

“Are you sure?” he asked already sliding a hand down his back,bringing Jinki’s body flush against his and rubbing their crotches togetherlightly.

“Yes,” he whispered in a small moan, pushing to wedge his handbeneath Minho’s t-shirt. “I’m sure.”

Minho kissed him deep, nibbling on Jinki’s soft lips, feeling themerman’s trembling body in his hands, feeling the warm of Jinki’s skin againsthis.

Jinki whimpered, pulling Minho’s t-shirt out of the way, lightlyscratching at his skin as Minho sucked at his neck, licking and nibbling at hisskin, his hands began kneading Jinki’s butt. They both craved nothing more thanto be together, to feel the skin on skin only the other could supply.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Minho panted out in a whisperagainst his ear, lightly biting the lobe.

“Okay.” Jinki whispered back, his face bright red and hislittle pants ghosting out over Minho’s skin. Looking at the elder below him,panting, flushed and half naked, only made Minho more aroused.

He wanted to devour Jinki and tonight, nothing was going to stop him.

—-

The next morning Minho woke up to an empty bed, the side where Jinki hadslept last night curled up against him, was cold. Only the crumpled sheet toldof someone being there the night before.

A splashing noise from the bathroom caught his attention as he stood upquickly, grabbing his underwear from the floor and putting them on. When Minhomanaged to make it through the bathroom door, Jinki was inside the tub with hiseyes closed. He seemed quite content. Then Minho noticed the scales of his tailglowing with the sunlight streaming through the window.

Minho stood there looking at the beauty of Jinki, his beauty Jinki.Sometimes he wondered if this was all real, if he was indeed dating a merman, acreature as mystical, as beautiful, and as perfect as Jinki could be.

Jinki opened his eyes and smiled at Minho who felt his heart beatquicken. “Did I wake you up?”

“No,” he said shaking his head and going to the sink to washhis face, his facial hair was beginning to sprout again. He made a mental noteto shave sometime today. “Have you been awake for long?” he askedlooking at Jinki through the mirror reflection.

“I don’t know,” he said with a light laugh, making Minho’sheart swell. “I sort of lost track of time. Sorry if I’m using your tubwithout asking, I just needed to get wet.”

He turned to Jinki, concern evident on his face. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I won’t die if I stay out of the sea for awhile. Just as long as I get wet at least once a day.”

Releasing the air he didn’t even realize he was holding and feelingimmediately relieved, Minho nodded. "I just don’t want anything bad tohappen to you.”

“Help me out then.” Jinki said, holding out his arms.

Minho pondered for a moment how he would do that, could he hold a mermanin his arms?

“How?”

“Just hold my arms, I swear it’s not that difficult. I’m not thatheavy.” Jinki said laughing.

Well, it really wasn’t difficult but it was not easy either. Minhomanaged to get Jinki out of the water and put him on the edge of the tub.

Handing him a towel, Jinki began to dry his body and Minho stood therewatching the magic happen.

After a few minutes of Jinki drying himself, the scales began to becometransparent and to disappear giving place to the white and milky skin of thelegs Minho knew. The tail disappeared and legs that Minho loved, especiallyaround his waist… as he discovered last night… appeared fully.

“That still surprises me.” he murmured, staring at Jinki’slegs, who laughed.

“You’ll get used to it, I guess.” he said with a shrug.“It will depend on how long you want keep me around.”

At that moment Minho thought to himself that if it were up to him, hewould have Jinki next to him forever and that it would be great if they couldlive together in his family home. He wanted them to sleep and wake up together,spending as many minutes, hours and days together as they did in the pastforty-eight hours. Minho knew it was not that easy though and that it was toosoon to dream and wish for all of those things.

He could wait. He could be patient.

“If it’s up to me I’ll be happy to keep you around forever.”he said smiling, pleased with the reaction that Jinki had with his words as hesaw the older man blush and smile brighter than the sunshine sneaking in thewindow behind them.

“Help me into bed? It takes a little while after my change for mylegs to be ready to stand on.” Jinki said, his face still red.

Grinning, Minho took Jinki in his arms, carrying him to the bed. As soonas he put Jinki down, he pecked his lips one, two, three times, pressing hislips against the soft ones of the merman who smiled against Minho’s mouth.

—-

Minho smiled as the cool breeze hit his face. The sun was rising on thehorizon, brightening the sky, swallowing the last remaining stars. As hewatched it became a beautiful shade of orange and yellow that blended with theemerging blue.

He felt that he would never grow tired of the sunrise views, the colorsand its magnificence.

“One more day till we break, huh?” Jonghyun said beside him,squinting against the brightening sunlight.

“Yeah, let’s get to work.” he said patting Jonghyun’sshoulder, who nodded at him.

Before turning around, he saw a flash of green and white in the water,and Minho smiled. “See you at home, baby.” he whispered.

“Come on Minho-ah!” Jonghyun called and he chuckled.

Looking one last time to the water, Minho felt his heart full of happinessand he knew it was because later, after he finished work and had docked theship for the night, he would be able to have Jinki in his arms once again. Thatwas definitely the best part of his day.

—-

While they were gathering their gear and heading back to the pier, Minhosaw a flash of blue and white in the water. It was too bright to be the wateritself and quickly caught his attention. He frowned slightly and thought tohimself, another mermaid?

“What is it?” Jonghyun asked, peering into the water, tryingto see what had caught the younger’s attention.

“It’s nothing,” he said shaking his head. “I was justreminding myself that I have to fix some of the gear at home this weekend.”

"Need help? I’m free all weekend.”

“I’m sure you are, but you don’t have to. I’ll take care ofit.” Minho said laughing and dodging when Jonghyun threatened to throw thenet they had just collected, on him.

—-

Minho was cleaning and organizing the fishing equipment while Jinki wasin the kitchen, cooking something for dinner. Then again by the smell of it,Minho wasn’t sure if it was cooking so much as Jinki seemed to be burning theirnext meal.

“You know,” Minho said, catching Jinki’s attention, who turnedto him. “I think I saw another mermaid or merman today.”

“Did you?” Jinki asked frowning. "Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it was blue, I guess… too blue to be the water or arock.”

Jinki snorted and almost fell over laughing. “So Taemin is watchingover you…”

“Taemin? Your little brother?”

“Yeah, he’s suspicious of something from what I can see. It lookslike he found out why I have been disappearing every night.”

“You didn’t tell your family about us?”

“Not yet,” Jinki said as he walked over to Minho who waswatching him. “It’s not that I don’t want them to know or that I’m afraidor ashamed of dating a human, I’m just waiting for the right moment.”

He sighed. “You should tell them, baby. You can’t hide it forever.It’s been four months since we started dating, it’s time to come out and say it.”

“I know, I’ll do it, I promise. ” he said pecking Minho’slips. “Now let’s eat.”

Looking at the kitchen, Minho wrinkled his nose. “You burned thefood again, don’t you?”

“Did I?” he asked, tilting his head in a lovely way.

Laughing, Minho rose from his chair and went into the kitchen. Today’sdinner was burnt so bad, Minho wasn’t even sure what it was supposed to havebeen. Sighing, he opened the refrigerator and looked in. Thank goodness therewas still food that Kibum had brought earlier in the week.

“I’m not good at cooking,” Jinki said pouting. “I’msorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, wrapping his arms aroundJinki and bringing him closer. “You’ll learn someday.”

“That’s so romantic, but kind of disgusting.” Jonghyun saidwalking into the kitchen, beaming at them, but also making a face at the two.

Minho made a mental not to himself. He really should start locking thedoor when Jinki’s over.

“What is it now?” he asked moving away from Jinki who smiledat Jonghyun.

“Let’s go drink. Kibum is closing the restaurant and will meet usat the bar when he’s done.”

“We haven’t even had dinner yet,” Minho said gruffly.“We’ll go later.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a pain in the ass, you can eat somethingthere.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Minho said annoyed and madeJonghyun laugh.

“Minho-ah,” Jinki said quietly, placing a hand on hisshoulder. “Let’s just drink and eat with our friends.”

Listening to Jinki refer to them as his friends too made Minho ecstatic.He realized there was no turning back, he was done.

“Okay, okay, let’s go.”

“Great.” Jonghyun said with a smile.

The night was cooler and the four of them were having fun, sitting in asmall bar, eating chicken and drinking soju. Jonghyun was telling Jinki storiesabout when they were little and how Minho Jonghyun and Kibum used to playtogether after they left school, running around the neighborhood.

Kibum reminisced about how they always got fresh breads when they passedby the bakery and that he was simply addicted to the egg bread. Even now Kibumwent there to buy some on occasion, but not many or often because he was on adiet.

“Oh man, I remember the hodugwaja bread, was so good,”Jonghyun said dreamily. “Do they still sell it?”

“Of course they do.” Kibum snorted.

“What was your favorite, Minho-ah?” Jinki asked curiously.

“Hm, I think sora bread, I’ve always been addicted to coffee.”Minho smiled.

“I want to try these breads, too…” Jinki muttered.

“Haven’t you ever eaten bakery breads?” Jonghyun asked insurprise.

Jinki shook his head. “No but…”

“Hyung!”

The four of them lifted their heads and Jinki froze in place. Standingnext to their table was a man with white and purple hair, like an onion, and assoon as Minho looked at him, he realized he was a merman. He was gorgeous,almost as pretty as Jinki. Thank goodness he was at least wearing clothes.

“T-Taemin-ah?”

“There you are,” Taemin said placing his hand on his hips.“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?”

Kibum leaned across the table, kicking Minho lightly to get hisattention. “Who is he?” he asked, just moving his mouth.

Minho looked at Jinki and sighed. “Maybe you should talkoutside?” he said quietly, but apparently not quietly enough, becauseTaemin snorted.

Jinki nodded and stood up, taking his brother’s arm. “Let’s gooutside, Taemin-ah.”

“What’s going on?” Kibum asked as the other two left the bar.

“Taemin is Jinki’s younger brother, I don’t know why he’s here orwhy he’s mad, though.”

“He’s beautiful…” Jonghyun murmured as if in a daze, stilllooking at Taemin through the bar window.

“Well, he really is beautiful.” Kibum nodded and Minhofrowned.

He was not in a position to tell Jonghyun to not mess with Taemin, butMinho didn’t think it was a good idea.

Jinki came in a few minutes later, his face red and his expression angry.“Can we go?”

“You can go.” Kibum said nodding and Minho murmured athank-you.

As they left the bar, Minho saw that Taemin was standing with his armscrossed against his chest, waiting for them.

“What’s going on, Jinki-ah?”

“Can we talk at home?” he asked and Minho nodded. “CanTaemin come too?”

“Of course he can.”

“Do I need authorization from a human now?” Taemin askedirritably.

“It’s his house,” when Taemin opened his mouth to answer,Jinki snorted. “Just let’s go.”

It was extremely awkward and Minho could see that Jinki was angry. Hedidn’t know what was going on, but he was sure the two were fighting.

“Are you okay?” Minho asked entwining their fingers togetherand Jinki took a deep breath.

“Yeah, he’s just being annoying.”

“I’m not being annoying, you’re being irresponsible!” Taeminbarked at the two who were walking a little further in front of him.

“This is about you dating me, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Jinki said looking at Taemin with a small glare.“That’s exactly why.”

“Human, hyung, a human!” Taemin said throwing his hands up andwaving them around.

Minho decided to walk faster, it was better to have that conversation athome and not where other people could overhear them.

Even though Minho was trying to ignore the conversation of the two inthe living room, it was a bit difficult since Taemin and Jinki were talkingvery loudly, upset and irritated with each other.

Taemin was not happy at all that Jinki was dating a human, a human whoat one time or other would betray Jinki’s trust and reveal their people’ssecrets to everyone. Jinki would suffer the consequences of dating Minho.

This was unfair because Minho would never do that, but he also knew thatTaemin was just scared and trying to care for his older brother’s safety.

He just sat there on the porch of his house, staring at the starry skyas the other two talked. He could still hear both mermen, even from outside thehome.

Jinki defended Minho, saying that Minho wouldn’t reveal anything becausethey loved each other, and that stopped Taemin all together.

Minho smiled pleased and happy to know that Jinki trusted him so much,that he could rely on the love he felt for the merman. No matter what otherswould say about them, the important thing was that Jinki trusted Minho andMinho trusted Jinki. In a relationship, trust was everything.

After a few minutes in silence, Minho decided to go back inside andfound Jinki and Taemin sitting on the couch, the two looked mentally exhausted.

“Is everything okay in here?”

Taemin got up first, looking directly into Minho’s eyes. “Do youreally love my hyung?”

Minho looked briefly at Jinki who was biting his lower lip and thenlooked at Taemin. “Yes, I love him and I will never do anything to hurthim.”

Looking at Jinki who had a happy smile on his lips, Taemin sighed.“Alright, so… I guess this is all okay, but that doesn’t mean I acceptthis situation! It’s still dangerous!”

"I know,” Minho said nodding. “I know what we have seemslike a mistake, but when it comes to love, there is no right or wrong. We feelwhat we feel and when love is true, nothing else seems as important. We’ll dealwith whatever comes up when and if it happens.”

“Minho-ah…” Jinki said almost crying, practically runninginto his arms, burying his face against his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, chuckling and wrapping his armsaround Jinki. “We’re going to make it work. I promise.”

Taemin sighed. “I think you’re right about love and if you feelthat way, nothing and no one can stop you both.”

“Thank you, Taemin-ah,” Jinki said smiling to his brother,pulling away from Minho’s arms and placing a hand on his shoulder. “I knowyou’re just worried and I really do love you.” Jinki pulled the youngestinto a small hug to show his thanks.

Taemin wrapped his arms tightly around his brother. “Hyung, I justwant you to be safe and happy.”

Jinki laughed. “Does it look like I’m going to run away orsomething? I’m coming home later.”

“Yeah,” Taemin laughed embarrassed and kicking at the edge ofthe living room carpet now. “I guess so. I’ll be leaving then.”

“You can come back whenever you want,” Minho said. “Youare always welcome.”

Taemin nodded and smiled. “Goodbye.”

As the door closed, Jinki let out a long sigh, all but falling intoMinho’s body. “That was intense.”

“Indeed.” Minho laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around theshorter man.

“Sorry for all this. I didn’t think Taemin would react the way hedid.”

“It’s okay,” Minho said as he sat on the couch and pulledJinki into his lap, who curling up against his chest. “He’s your family,it’s normal to worry.”

“I really love you.” he said, pecking Minho’s lips.

“Great, because if not this whole fight would have beenpointless.” Minho dramatically threw his hands up and smiled when Jinkistarted laughing.

Once his laughter had calmed down, Jinki began running his fingersthrough Minho’s hair. “Silly.”

As Minho had told Taemin, the only thing he was sure of was the love hefelt for Jinki. Of course, love was not everything, but when the difficultthings in life appear, and he knows they will, they will be ready to protectwhat they have.

Deep down, inside the deepest part of his heart, Minho knew they wouldstay together as long as they both existed, no matter what.

a/n: thank you Kimmi, my dear beta, for editing this story. ♡

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[evilsquirrel18]

Uncle forceblocker

Prompt for my lovely, wonderful 500th follower. @reylo08 so sorry it took so long, dearie. My muse was like... "Hey you wanna write?! Nope sorry, sister." Haha much love! You rock my socks!!! ❤❤

This little idea is my take on “What if Luke hadn't walked in on the hand porn scene"? Enjoy!!! @valkyriestorm ;) cause I said I would also tag you. Hehe

“You're not alone.”

His words were soft; and in the darkness of her hut with only the fires light flickering beside her, she believed him. Wrapped in a blanket, still shivering from the water she let her eyes finally lift up to meet his gaze and what she saw startled her. She hadn't gone to Luke or even Chewie, no, she had felt the force bond tingling down her spine and she had confessed to him. Kylo Ren, no, she thought suddenly. Ben Solo. He had sat there quietly while she spoke, that acute darkness in his eyes, studying her. She tried to find any inkling of malice in his gaze but she saw nothing. No accusing nature, no snarky reply, just calm attention directed at her. And when she expressed how alone she felt he said exactly what she needed to head.

You're not alone.

“Neither are you.” She found the words easy to say, she even meant them. Within this man was a tortured soul and she saw that now. She couldn't--wouldn't--- excuse his actions. But she saw him, now. Alone, tortured and he mirrored her in a way. The only sound between them was the crackling of the fire and their own breathing. The velvet darkness of his gaze snapped to hers again and everything stilled. He looked surprised, if it was only a slight movement in his face. A miniscule change in expression. His jaw slacked, brows rose a fraction and there was something that fluttered across his face.

Hope.

Suddenly Rey shifted, moved her hand toward him, the orange hue from the fire illuminating her skin. She felt emotions welling up inside her, tears glassing over her eyes. She couldn't look away as she reached out to him. The glow of the fire only touching her but as she reached for him, hoped he would reach back, she saw it. The fire began to touch the gray light around him. His face began to show it. Something extraordinary was happening.

Her hand was steady and she held it patiently; eyes locked on his she willed him to reach out. She saw the moment he decided, he didn't hesitate as he slowly removed his glove. Somehow seeing his exposed hand had heat trickling down her spine. His hand was wide and masculine in comparison to hers. Where hers was slender she knew that his would engulf her own. She swallowed as his palm slowly entered the fires light. She didn't know it were possible to manifest yourself like that. His fingers trembled slightly as he hovered them near hers, and then like a magnetic pull their skin touched. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she saw him beside her in her force vision, bathed in golden light with a soft expression on his face. The turmoil was gone. She saw him plain as day. His future was clear to her. She stood beside him in the sunlight, eyes shining and focused on his gentle face. She gasped softly, as their gaze never wavered, saw an understanding pass over him and she was leaning forward. Kylo Ren was gone and in his place was Ben Solo.

Slowly, as if it were sneaking up on its prey the fires light began to bath him. It crept up his arm and onto his broad shoulders, easing onto his face. Wonder crept into his expression and Rey felt something change in her. For the first time she began to smile at him. “Ben…” came her whisper as she leaned toward him. Those normally hard, brooding eyes were instead velvety dark and utterly exquisite. When he leaned toward her she felt a push of some sort, easing them together. Was this the force? Did it want them to be together? The thought was fleeting as she felt his fingers slide deeper into her palm and then curl around her wrist. It was slow, but the way his skin trailed on hers sent fire pulsing along her nerve endings. She gasped again, lips parted slowly and his eyes lowered to her mouth. Heat bloomed in her cheeks and she knew he felt it across their bond. The words from their first meeting echoed in her mind.

I feel it too.

Suddenly his eyes snapped back to hers and they were drawing nearer, invading each others space. There was a pull toward him, they both felt it. She felt him, his emotions and his need. She knew it mirrored her own. Something was forcing them together like an invisible thread and as their knees touched and the deep pools of her eyes locked with his she knew what would happen. Dare she say she wanted it to happen.

His lips hovered over hers, their shared breath was soft and full of emotion. They were both trembling as they eased in and then….

“Stop!”

Rey jerked in time with Ben and they both looked up in surprise, caught like two lovestruck teenagers and color bloomed in her cheeks at the shock and even rage that was on Luke's face. The hut fell away, blasted backward by the force and then Rey felt the fading of Ben and when she looked back the shock was written on his features and something else that had her heart thundering in her chest; fear. Not for himself but she felt it through their bond. He feared for her.

“Rey run.” His words were far away as the bond severed and she lost all contact with him. Slowly, deliberately she turned her now livid eyes back to Luke.

"You..." She hissed as she found her footing and began to stand. She was going to have words with her master.

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[jupiterisagirl-blog]

Un named: i wrote this out of pure boredom and depression please tell me what you think!

It was a warm spring day, the birds were singing frolicking in the sky. The traffic was loud like heards of elephants trampling across the desert. In a small hospital room a woman laid in the white bed, tubes and cords connecting to her like she was a battery powering the big pharmaceutical companies to "cure" her of her ailments. At her side was her daughter, she held her hand tightly humming the tune of her mothers favorite song. She smiled closing her eyes imagining she was front row looking up at her beautiful daughter singing 'Hoy Quiero Confesar' by. Isabel pantoja. The words sliding off of her tonge rolling into the air absorbed by the ears of the calm and emotional crowd. "Its time to eat mrs. Garcia" the words broke through her splendid day dream disintegrating it into the depths of her brain. "Sorry i didnt mean to bother you. We just follow the schedule." The tall nurse said as she laid the tray down on mrs. Garcias lap then left the room closing the door slowly behind her. "Want me to go get you some real food mamá?" Her daughter said knowing her mother well enough to know she hated the hospital food. "It would be sweet of you mija." She reached into her purse fishing for money she prayed she had. "Dont worry mamá i have it." She kissed her mothers head and pulled the hood of her jacket over hers, leaving the room. She walked down the hallway the smell of medical equipment and disinfectant swirled around in the air like a thick translucent fog. She felt as if every step she took more and more people laid their sharp eyes right on her she picked up her pase almost as if she was scared, only because she truly was the anxiety of people around her made her head buzz and her skin crawl her stomach churned feeling as if she would explode at any moment. She reached the door quickly escaping out, the harsh sunlight hit her light gray jacket she felt it through the thin fabric heating up her skin like a small plug in heater. While she made her way to the main sidewalk she put her headphones in one at a time not taking her eyes off of her feet as if she had done it a million times. Down the street was the small latin café that her mother dearly enjoyed. The road was almost like a video game to her everyone could be an enemy she thought as she never looked at one person. She would get lost into the music her hands in the pockets of her jacket the rhythm filled her ears swirling around her brain masking every negative thought she was having it took her to a place of enjoyment she closed her eyes swaying her hips a little not realizing the boy infront of her, all of a sudden "CRASH" they were both on the ground covered in papers she was laying ontop of something she slowly opened her eyes and looked at what cushioned her fall, she was laying ontop of someones chest she then quickly got up trembling she reached down to see if this stranger was un harmed "i swear i didnt see you i-i was side tracked i am so sorry!.." she looked down at him and lifted the paper from his face she caught a glimps of pinks and blues looking at the paper it was one of the most beautiful intricate drawings she had ever seen. "Wow did you draw the-?" She suddenly stopped and looked down at him he was stocky and pretty scruffy he was darker than her but not much taller he wore a blue jersey and some black jeans. He was the most beautiful man she had ever encountered. He looked back up at her most of her body covered by a baggy jscket and jogger pants. "Yesh i did draw these." He said as he had been trying to pick them all up. "Sorry i shouldve watched where i was going." He chuckled showing his bottom snaggle tooth it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. She remained in awkward silence then handed him the paper and quickly sprinted off busting into the cafè. "Fuck that could've ended so terrible fuck fuck fuck." She muttered to herself then sat down at a table for a moment to gather herself. The hood of ger jacket fell down exposing her messy bun of very tight wavy almost black hair, her skin was very tan with an olive undertone, she had dark brown eyes and full lips. Her hand ran accros her jogger pocket to get her wallet but she didn't feel it in there she felt the other pocket not feeling it she started to panic all of a sudden the sunshine from the window was blocked, she looked up to see the handsome man she had crashed into moments earlier he had a slight grin holding her wallet. "I think this might be yours?... Carmen Rodríguez?" He said as he smiled looking at her id in the clear slot of the black wallet. Her face was flushed and she reached up for it. "Th-that's me...thank you for finding it i almost had a panic attack." She said and pushed a faint smile out. "Of course it was the least i could do for knocking into you." He put it in her hand. He had hairy arms and tattoos covering his hands clearly they went up into his sleeves. Her heart was fluttering she had never met someone so attractive before the feeling of bravery suddenly popped into her like someone filling a balloon then popping it. "Would you like to grab something to eat with me?" She asked hesitantly she was so scared he would say no. "Absolutely! I actually was on my way to eat anyways haha." He laughed and lit up like a fire. They both sat down and began to talk about everything and nothing she giggled and ate be did the same. He had revealed her name to him he was Christian pérez. "You were really born in puerto rico?" She asked with a fork in her hand. "Haha yeah i haven't been back to the island since i was 8 though. What about you little miss cubana hehe." She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Ive actually never been to havana my abuelita said it wasnt a good place to go though. They are really in poverty its sad." He pushed a nervous chuckle. "Oh im sorry to hear that but hey can i get your number id love to do this again, if you would?" He said scooting forward getting his phone. The two exchanged numbers and left the café, as she walked into her mothers hospital room she smiled. "Mija you took forever i was worried." Her mother said looking up at her "im so sorry mamá. I kinda met a boy..." her mother jumped a little excitedly. "You did how did it go??" Her mother was full of questions all afternoon they talked. She kissed her mother goodnight and walked outside to go home. She had let her long hair down to breath a little as she smiled walking home. The breeze blew through the building and past her. She felt happy but she kept thinking about the secret she didn't tell him. A few weeks had passed and carmen was on her front step getting ready to play her music, she was wearing a pair of light blue torn short shorts with a black crop top with roses right on top of her small breasts. She was waiting for Christian sitting on the concrete railing she wasn't paying attention behind her all of a sudden two big arms wrapped around her waist and a scratchy short beard burried into her neck. "Im either being attacked by a big foot or my date has finally shown up." She giggled. "Why not both!" He kissed her cheek and she turned around and gave him a big hug. The two were going to his mothers house for dinner. They held hands as they walked along the sidewalk. "I hope she doesn't hate me." She said looking forward. "Why would she hate you?" He looked down at her. "I dont know i kinda look like a hooker." She giggled covering her mouth because she was insecure about her smile. "Id sure pay for you you." He smiled and kissed the top of her head. The two stopped at a big red door and he knocked. Moments later a older woman with short curly dark hair opened the door she had a red night gown on. "Mijo! Youre late!" She gave him a big hug and then looked at carmen. "And you must be carmen he did say you were beautiful he was very right!" The old woman chuckled and walked in her house as did the two could. The smell of home cooked food filled the small apartment and the table had been set. "You two pull up a chair and dig in carmen honey you look like you're wasting away." Carmen giggled and sat down scooping a big plate of rice. After everyone had eaten and got aquatinted Christian held Carmens hand showing him his old room she sat on the bed looking at all the anime posters. "Wow this sure is...something." She said as she looked around "yah im a nerd." he stood in front of her and she stood up he ran his hand along the side of her neck his fingers going into her kitchen area the black wavy hair was soft to the touch and felt like silk against his fingers she closed her eyes and felt his hand with hers they werent much bigger but hers were much softer. "Carmen youre the first girl ive ever technically dated and i dont know im truly falling for you." He said looking into her eyes his eyes were brown and the other a hazel color she got lost in them on multiple occasions. He slowly leaned in to kiss her feeling her soft rose petal like lips against his, she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck and kissed back. Suddenly they fell onto his childhood bed and rolled over to where she was ontop. Her hair kept falling into his face so he held it up for her. He slowly felt his hand up to her chest grabbing at one of her breasts, her heart began to pound faster in her chest she slowly lifted her shirt off exposing her small breasts. She was embarrassed at the size and shape but all he coukd think about was how beautiful she was he reached up and kissed the top of her breast making his way up to her neck leaving a trail of blue-green bruises he slowly reached into her pants she was so caught up in the moment of feeling like a normal girl she forgot about her little secret. His finger tips felt a slender sausage like appendage be reached his hand back and she realized what happened. "Chris..i-i can explain." He stood up and looked at her and started removing his shirt. She was confused as he lifted uo the black shirt he revealed a binder covering his chest. She was astonished and jumped up into his arms she held him tightly and kissed him deeply she felt relieved and free like a bathtub of water was drained and let off of her. "I never knew babe.." she said as she looked in his eyes "that makes two of us hehe." He giggled and kissed her again.

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