originally written for the Wind, Waves, Wishes Danmei Mermaid zine!
liu qianqiao/luo fumeng (word of honor/shl)
2.5k words, rated t
selkie!lqq x sea monster!lfm
Liu Qianqiao stood by the sea with someone else’s salt tears on her face and her sealskin in her hands. The sun had just set behind her, leaving the sky above the waves the washed out blue-purple of a healing bruise, and the wind that pulled her hair loose seemed to pull her closer.
Welcome home, said the sea in the gentle murmur of the surf. Welcome home, said the gulls crying overhead. Welcome home, said her own heartbeat, frantic with excitement, with anticipation of the rest of her life now that she was finally, finally free.
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Du Pusa [Hex Girl] | Word of Honor
Figured I would start off the Halloween Season with a spooky Du Pusa music video!
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thinking about laying beside simon on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his hands held a book that you had gifted him, his eyes fixed on the text.
your fingers absentmindedly traced over the scars on his chest, letting your soft fingertips draw over the rough sunken skin of the healed gashes — a painful story written in each of them. and you wanted to read it all, read every scar and cut, kiss all of it, absorb it so you could share it with him — a connection only you’d ever have with him.
your fingers slowly found their way to his stomach, hand caressing the muscles that had softened up ever since he had come home from deployment, your eyes noticing the stretch marks starting on the sides of his tummy that you adored so much. pale lines adorning his skin, urging you to probe them too, your hand touching him so gently — an angel soothing a wounded soldier.
simon is gorgeous, too gorgeous. he never seemingly saw it the way you did. “you’re so pretty…” you lazily whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.
you were the warmth his cold heart sought, the fire that melted him, the sun that gave his moon the light he never thought he’d see. he needed you in the way a man needed a god, in a way a plant yearned for water. and you were happy to give it all to him, everything for your sweet simon.
“you tryin’ to tickle me, love?” his gruff voice broke you out of your trance, your eyes finding his which were no longer looking at the book, an intrigued grin playing on his lips that made you giggle heartedly and give his stomach some pats.
“maybe.”
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