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When the water gets high enough, it’ll take back everything So the subway and the G Train Our apartment, all our memories Come to rest there under water All the things that I thought meant the most to me

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Undertow- S. Mendes (I)

CH I: Catastrophe at the Cove 

The ceaseless crashes of Hawaii’s waves and the drowned cheering coming from shore were all white noise to Shawn now. He was enraptured in the scratchy velcro lassoing his ankle. The sea breeze made his nostrils burn with great intensity, and complemented by the golden rays beaming down onto his body—slathered in SPF 50 and donning a wetsuit—he felt tears begin stinging his eyes as they balanced on the brim of his eyelids. It was like his body was challenging him who could stay upright longer on this never-ending trapeze act: the threatened onslaught of tears or his body on the gun.

With his eyes transfixed on the approaching curl of water, his body flipped in autopilot as he adjusted his legs and shifted the full weight of his trunk. The audience’s murmured words of fascination morphed rapidly to cheers as he climbed the steep undulate, pivoting his body before taking the drastic plunge down through the foam. Keeping his stare trained on the blue surface, Shawn can vaguely understand the announcer’s voice through the speakers on the sand. But he knows exactly what tricks have been screamed into the microphone for the last seven minutes while he has been doing them. Every few seconds his feet remained planted to the board, Shawn’s eyes would flicker over to the other competition around him. He sensed their reciprocated side-eyes as well but maintained his equilibrium.

“Getting nervous, Mendes? It hasn’t even been ten minutes!” Wesley taunted, catching waves lateral to Shawn. The boy only grumbled to himself, biting his lip to net all of the swears he wanted to throw back at his competitor. Wesley was Shawn’s largest adversary on the sea. People on the shore who barely know the two boys’ names could perceive the tension between them. He and Shawn were no strangers to the long-lasting feud either. They would alternate between who came out victorious or runner-up in every contest they shared (which was all of them). But Shawn was determined to be unpredictable this year. While his exterior goal to take home a cash prize and trophy were transparent, the inward objective to knock Wesley’s ego and stature on the island down a few pegs, he was determined to keep concealed.

Somehow Wesley wriggled out of his parents' demands to attend university in exchange for a full-time lifeguard job. Shawn felt envy still crawl inside of him each time he looked up from the sand sticking to his toes to see the man waving down at Shawn in his red-painted throne with a smirk. And the green that would cloak Shawn’s cheeks when he passed by could not be more apparent. He would do anything to just sit by the sea and bask in Hawaii’s warmth, day in and day out with no woes about when his next biology assignment on the island’s flora would be due. Nobody saw through the facade Wesley was so keen in dressing himself up in; a pair of designer sunglasses, overpriced board to add to his collection of six, and swim trunks hung all too low on his hips, whenever Shawn caught a glimpse of the man’s v-line unwillingly he experienced a heightened level of nausea.

A recognizable splash and groan were heard, alerting Shawn that yet another contestant had wiped out. Whispered roars sounded from the huddle of bodies on the sand, both for the fallen surfer and encouragement for Shawn and Wesley.

Shawn’s breathing began to pick up as his eyes zoned in on nearby terrain. The rock jutted out of the water and stood tall, the lip of it glaring back at Shawn as he maneuvered his body to perform a cutback to save time. The Cove was a hazardous area to be approaching, surfer, or not. Habitants of the island always spoke of the jagged processes lining the interior and hostile, branching coral that leave lacerations on any venturer’s foot if they dare get sucked into the small bay. Especially at high tide is when most warn beach-goers to keep a safe distance as drowning is a likely possibility when strong currents are present.

Shawn proceeds to twist his body and bend lower to maintain his well-built momentum. Upon exhibiting the cutback with appraised technique, the announcer’s voice begins narrating his moves once more. Halfway through his announcement and Shawn’s introduction to a new wave, the deep voice grows in awe by a new sight. Wesley, who was now feet ahead of Shawn and to his right, slightly closer to shore lurches his body into the air, grasping his board along as he displays a perfect aerial for the crowd's eyes. Gasps leave everyone's lips as the announcer continues, and Shawn’s hopes of winning are drastically deflating when Wesley’s board cuts into the water and keeps gliding without fail.

“Where’d he learn to do that?” Shawn whispers, before snapping his head back and eliciting a yelp. The nose of his board is halted by the stone protruding from the blue and the man finds himself being catapulted further into the water and off of his board seconds later. Exclamations of terror coming from the audience turned muffled as the waves engulfed Shawn’s frame and the current pulled him under alongside his surfboard.

Y/N grumbled and flipped her body on one of the flat rocks located inside of the small cave as another rambunctious applause woke her. She curled her legs upward to her chest and trembled with each splash of water that crashed onto the rock and kept the flowing, white dress damp on her body.

These surf competitions happened way too often in her opinion. It felt like there was a new kind of surfing event every two weeks, breaking the usual quiet of the cove she liked to hang out in. It was nice to watch the competitions every once in a while, but on days like these, she wished she could sleep without the noise.

She let out a groan as she sat up, rubbing her hands over her eyes and stretching her legs. She could see some of the surfers from where she sat, making a face when she saw one fall off his board. His face popped out of the water soon after, eyes in the direction of the cove. Y/N slinked into the shadows, trying to keep herself concealed. People seeing her would lead to questions.

Who are you?

Why are you in here instead of shore?

What are you, a mermaid, or something?

The last one would be a joke to the person asking, but not to Y/N.

She scooted over to a corner located a little further back, hoping to get a better view of what was going on. Even if she was annoyed with them, watching the events brought some excitement to what was usually a fairly boring day.

There were only a few people left, all of them seeming to be unbothered by the other contestant going down. She wondered how they did it sometimes: ignoring all the cheers and splashes while executing insane tricks and keeping their balance. She had to admit, it was a little insane.

A peculiar stream of water captured her stare, and she immediately felt her muscles clench up. Slowly, she reached beside her to clutch the abandoned fishing knife she uncovered from the seafloor on one of her many late-night swims. The stream jetted straight towards her, encouraging her to lift her knife higher, and steady her position. By the sight of the rubbery gray bottlenose exiting the depths, she relaxed immediately and sent a look of disdain to the dorsal-finned creature.

“Douglas, what are you doing here?” She receives the usual squeak in reply, the young bottlenose sparing her a sheepish smile.

“You can’t be following me, they’re probably still looking for me.” Y/N grumbled, rolling her eyes and splaying out across the hard surface. Douglas responds with a series of clicks the girl translated within a matter of seconds. Her head turned to face the bottlenose, looking less than amused by the information.

“Well tell my dad that he can take his little search team and--” A pained groan perks her ears up. She sat up on the platform and slowly scooted to the ledge, leaning over to see a man being sucked in her direction by the current.

“Someone’s coming. Go!” She demands in a hiss to Douglas, who chirps in protest.

“No, I don’t think Harry Styles filmed Watermelon Sugar here.” She says. Another series of clicks sounds before she rushes, “yes, I’ll get you his autograph if I see him. Promise, now shoo!” She waves off the bottlenose, who happily swims away with a future gift on his mind. Another wail, now sounding closer in proximity, has Y/N shifting further into the platform’s corner in hopes the shadowy inlet would hide her well enough for the disoriented-sounding human.

She hesitated before peeking her head out to see who the noises were coming from.

What if it’s a trick?

Her father seemed very adamant about finding her. Y/N got news from Douglas within the first two days she ran away that he sent a search party after her. She told the dolphin multiple times that he needed to stop following her around in case someone used him to find her, but he refused to leave her alone. He scared her every time he came up to talk, but she couldn’t deny that it was nice to have someone to talk to every so often.

She was well aware of the lengths her father would go to find her. It wasn’t like he was the worried father whose daughter disappeared out of the blue. She hadn’t left on good terms and she knew he was only going after her to get his revenge for the humiliation she was sure to have caused.

Another groan and the splashing of water broke Y/N out of her thoughts. She gripped her knife tighter. Her head slipped out ever so slightly around the corner, eyes transfixing on the large figure that was a little too close for comfort.

The wetsuit and surfboard floating behind him told you that he was likely one of the people from the competition. He was laying in the shallow water, brown curls soaked as he struggled to get himself upright. He eventually got himself into a sitting position on a nearby rock, pulling his foot up to examine the bottom of it. Y/N could see the red gashes from where she stood, feeling sorry for the poor surfer. He was struggling to get the board close to him so he could untie it from his other ankle. He wasn’t trying for long, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.

He was just going to have to wait for the rescue team. That would probably take a while, considering how dangerous the area was. His eyes scanned the area around him. Y/N threw herself against the stone wall when he looked at her, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. He didn’t see her, thankfully, and she contemplated whether or not she should help him.

On the one hand, he looked like he needed help. She could help him get his board off and get him out of the water so he wasn’t enduring the sun’s scorch while he waited for help.

On the other hand, part of her was still convinced this was a well-plotted plan to get her back to her father. Who knew who this boy was?

He put his head in his hands and she felt her heart drop. She didn’t even know him, yet some strange part of her was drawn to him. She slowly emerged from behind the wall, dipping her foot in the water. He lifted his face from his hands and she froze, worried he somehow managed to hear her. After a few seconds, he put his head back down and Y/N continued submerging herself.  

She silently swam over to his board, seeing that it managed to get tangled in the coral. She dislodged the board and rope and kept the board over her head as she guided it over to the surfer. She stopped once he was close enough to grab the board, waiting for him to take hold before she could swim away. She rose out of the water up to her eyes when she didn’t feel a tug, pushing the board into his leg. His head shot up, glancing at the surfboard before he caught sight of her. He jumped, falling back onto his hands and feeling the jagged rock cut into them. Y/N immediately sunk back into the water, swimming as quickly as she could back to the cove.

Shawn stared at the board in shock. Was there just a girl there or did he hit his head that hard? He pulled the board all the way over to him and untied the rope from his ankle. It was a little red from being rubbed so much but it seemed fine otherwise.

He heard a soft clang from behind him, making him whip his head around to see what it was. He was surprised to see a girl in a white dress climbing onto the rock, whispering something to herself.

“Hey!” he shouted to her. The girl visibly froze, eyes wide and focused on the ground. She looked towards him and saw him staring right at her, causing her to grab something on the rock and dart into a part of the cave he couldn’t see.

“Wait, come back!” he called as if that alone was going to be enough to bring her back. “Please? I just need to thank you.”

Y/N placed her hand over her heart, praying that the boy was a harmless surfer. She could hardly make out his voice over the sound of her breathing. Her knuckles were white from gripping her knife so tightly and her eyes were screwed shut.  

“If you don’t come out, I’m coming in.” He wasn’t exactly sure how effective that would be. It wasn’t meant to be a threat, even though it sounded exactly like one. He wasn’t even sure how he would get in there, considering how beat up his foot was.

Y/N weighed her options. Him coming in wasn’t playing out well in her head and her coming out meant she might be able to escape should the need arise. She took a deep breath, dropped her knife, and stepped out from behind the wall.

Shawn smiled at the sight of her. “Thanks.”

She shot him a thumbs-up, causing him to chuckle. “You got it.”

Her voice was angelic. He couldn’t point out what it was, but there was something that made him want to hear her talk every day for the rest of his life; all she had said was three words.

She felt uncomfortable under his stare, lowering her eyes to her feet and biting her lip.

“Can you come over here? I want to see my hero.” He cringed as the words came out of his mouth. He was well aware it sounded like a cheesy line from some romantic movie, but he wasn’t sure what else to say in the situation.

Y/N’s gut told her to step back into the cove; that allowing this person to see her, even more, wouldn’t end well. Despite all the warning bells going off in her head, she stepped out into the sunlight, now no more than five feet away from him.

Shawn wasn’t sure what to say. He was suddenly faced with the stranger who saved him and his brain was a jumbled mess.

She offered a small smile, swinging her foot to splash him with a few droplets of water. “You’re not here to kidnap me, right?”

“No?” he laughed. “What are you doing in the cove?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was exploring?”

“Since you phrased it like that, no. Not to mention that it’s pretty dangerous over here. I find it hard to believe that you willingly came over here without getting hurt.”

“Some of us are more athletically inclined than others.” She took a few steps closer to him, sitting down and pulling her knees into her chest.

“Fair enough.” He looked out across the ocean, seeing Wesley perform yet another perfect trick. It appeared that everyone had already forgotten about him. “I’m pretty sure no human being in their right mind would voluntarily come over here though.”

“And what makes you think you know me so well? You don’t even know my name.”

Shawn turned his gaze over to her, met with a suave look from the girl next to him. “Most people are concerned with not dying. You look adventurous but you also look like you value your life.” He shrugged. “What is your name?”

“Looks can be deceiving,” she pointed out. “But you make a fair point. The name’s Y/N.”

“Shawn.”

“Well, Shawn, you also look like you value your life. May I ask why you are sitting here on this rock with some serious gashes on your foot?” She let go of one of her legs, allowing it to stretch into the water.

“I was in a surfing competition ten minutes ago but a rock caught me off guard, launched me off my board, and the current pulled me in. Now, I get to watch my rival shred the rest of the competition.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“Quite. Why are you here?”

The simple question caught her off guard. The bells went off again, telling her what a terrible idea this was. The fact that she was in the open world was enough. Was it worth it to expose herself? She knew deep down that it was a bad idea. She also had some deep feeling that she could trust Shawn.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“It can’t be that crazy.”

“You say that but-” Y/N was interrupted by a splash of water. She quickly noticed Douglas floating a short distance away. “Douglas, what are you doing here?” Douglas responded with a few clicks and Y/N’s face fell.

Shawn gave her a confused look. He could let the weird cove lurking slide, but talking to a dolphin? Something was up.

“What do you mean they’re almost here?” she asked, eyes frantically darting around as a feeling of dread took over. Douglas used his tail to motion at a raft that was slowly drifting towards the cove. Y/N’s eyes widened and she scrambled to her feet. It was too late, she knew. People had already seen her.

“What’s up? Are you a mermaid or something?” Shawn joked, using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked up at her.

“Uh…” The booming shouts begin growing in their volume. “No comment.” Y/N feels a tightening in her throat as she spares a glance down to her white, bedazzled gown. Anybody from below would recognize the fabric to be from royalty. Her eyes darted back to the bottlenose.

“Douglas, I need you to distract them.” With a few clicks, his rubbery head is submerged in the depths and he is hopping back towards the raft with a few splashes. Her eyes meet Shawn’s next, and he is staring at her with creased brows.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I’m gonna take this dress off and we’re gonna get back to shore.”

“Um, you-you don’t need to--” The man’s breath hitched seconds later when Y/N ignored his suggestions to remain clothed and began shedding herself of the gown. “Okay, and you’re doing it.” He spins around to shield his eyes from her stripping. All she donned at this point was a pair of damp panties and a makeshift band, constructed with pieces of weaved seaweed to wrap around her breasts.

“Look, Y/N, is it? I’m loving the determination and everything. But that current is too strong to push through. We’re just gonna have to--”

“Shawn, if you don’t get on this board I will not hesitate to leave you behind.” She heard him release a weak sigh and caught sight of his shoulders hunching. Shawn’s eyes peek at his still-injured foot and a sharp wince left him as he tried standing on it. Y/N bit her lip and observed the raft from the distance, finding Douglas’s nose trying to bounce it the opposite direction without being noticed by the confused men aboard.

Swiftly, Y/N clutched her blade and ran to the edge of the cove, submerged herself in the blue, eyes frantically searching for seaweed. Shawn’s hazardous shouts from above to watch for the coral made her roll her eyes. Amateur, she thinks to herself, as her eyes landed on the swaying green which was a similar color to the strands lining her breasts. She brings the knife to the plant and slices a strand clean from its place in the ground.

Shawn yelps as she reappears in front of him, bobbing up and down in the shallow waters. She holds up the seaweed with a proud smile, before sparing a glance at his left sole. The man clenched his teeth and elicited a loud hiss when Y/N cupped a small amount of saltwater in her hands to cleanse his wounded flesh. Afterward, she securely wrapped the greenery around the gashes, tying it in a secure knot at the top of his foot.

“Shawn,” his eyes opened and stayed focused on hers, “we need to go. Now.” He decided to leave questions for later and wasted no time clamoring onto his board. Y/N situated herself behind him, and Shawn could not choke down his snickers when she advised him to hold on tight.

“Please, honey, this isn’t my first time riding one of these.”

“It sure seemed like it ten minutes ago.” She grumbled, meeting Douglas’s eyes as his head popped out from the water. She sent him a small nod, a cue for the dolphin to halt his diversion of the raft while her hand grazed the top of the water.

“Ready?” Albeit Shawn could not see her lifted brow, the questioning lilt in her voice was enough for his forehead to wrinkle in puzzlement once more.

“Ready for wha--” A loud yell cut off his unfinished question, as Y/N worked the currents silently to surge the two back to the shoreline.

“Hey, Wes!” Shawn shouted while zooming past his competitor—already declared victor—yet wanting to show off. Water gushes from behind him and Y/N, earning a confused stare from Wesley as he snaps his neck to earn a better look at the woman’s backside.

“Huh?” Wesley exclaims before the wave he was targeting moments before turned against him and resulted in his unfortunate wipeout. As they neared the water’s edge, Y/N slowed the waves’ motions and, in turn, the board’s speed. Celebratory cheers rang about at the sight of Shawn’s reappearance but soon died down from the sight of the foreign face sitting behind him. Scattered whispers drifted through the crowd, eyes scanning over Y/N’s figure in question.

Shawn was the first to step off the board with a groan and take a few steps closer to the sand. Before he treads completely onto the grainy terrain, he held an outstretched hand for Y/N, who was still sitting on the board. Her wrinkled palm embraced Shawn’s as she delivered him a gracious smile. The two continued their departure from the waters together, Y/N dragging the surfboard behind her by its string. When their feet planted themselves on the warm sand, Shawn was immediately met with a hug from another man donning swim trunks and Y/N with a towel.

“Here you are, dear.” One of the islanders greeted with a kind smile. Y/N inhaled sharply and held the dagger tightly in her grip, but made no further moves. There were far too many witnesses for such a casualty to occur, and even if the woman’s intentions were not out of malice, Y/N was desperate for a new wardrobe that excluded her drowned white wedding gown. After cloaking herself with the soft fabric and sparing the samaritan a gracious smile, her eyes drifted over to Shawn. He broke away from the hug and allowed his eyes to meet Y/N’s apprehensive ones. Clearly, a crowd of people this large was something foreign to her. He stepped closer to her and placed a comforting hand against the towel shielding her back and began to speak.

“Everybody, this is Y/N. I found her when I landed in the cove…” Slowly, Shawn’s eyes moved down to his bandaged foot. Many eyed followed, gazing down wondrously at the makeshift aid before following the man’s stare back up to Y/N. “She saved my life.” He announced with a proud smile. More cheers rang out from the audience. Y/N only spared a shy smile at the praises, before the two survivors were escorted to professional medical attention.

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Crosscurrents [Hoseok X Reader] Part 2

Crosscurrents - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Genre: The Little Mermaid AU | Fantasy AU | Series Pairing: Mermaid!Hoseok x Princess!Reader Featuring: BTS Princes Warnings: Angst, fluff, rated G, sorry no smut, mentions of pain, eventual character death, it’s just a fantasy story. pining, angsty? W/C: 8.8k Summary: Hoseok is a carefree middle child among seven princes, each running one of the seven seas. With a curious nature to study the world above, he makes several routine visits to the surface, once even saving an alluring princess who he grows very smitten by. With a strong determination to meet his lovely princess, Hoseok makes a risky deal with the ocean’s enchantress to become human. Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait, but I am still very happy about this story. Now finals and my semester is over - I can continue updating. Thank you all who support me. Portions of the fic is unedited. 🐚🧜‍♂️

Credits: Story includes strong elements from Hans Christian Andersen’s ‘The Little Mermaid’; Disney’s ‘The Little Mermaid’; and Michiko Yokote’s manga ‘Mermaid Melody’.

☀ CROSSCURRENT MASTERLIST ☀

The aqua prince now knew where his beloved princess lived, after revisiting the area nearly every evening after the first time. He often would approach closer to the land each time, venturing further than any of his brothers ever had to the shoreline. As Hoseok still remembered the touch of dry sand on his slimy tail, the foreign air of fresh land right under his body.

Daringly, the carefree and curious prince even swam up the narrow channel that led under the marble balcony that belonged to the princess. During bright moonlit nights he would only invite himself here so he could watch the princess stare off into the sea, where she believed she was all alone. Little did she know, she had a secret admirer in awe from below.

Human beings in general became more and more dear to Hoseok. Days of eavesdropping on humans within the green reeds of the bank who were sailing the water, listening to their stories and conversations in hiding. Stumbling upon fishermen who casted their nets near the beacon’s light, and if anyone on the dock noticed the rustling of his long aqua tail that treaded water, they excused the sounds to wallowing gulls.

Hoseok was happy when he reminisced about the time he had saved the young princess, hearing about her noble actions and performances. She was told of having a heavenly way with her ballroom dance, knowing several styles of movement. He wished he could see her act with his own eyes and to show her one of his.

In time, Hoseok wished that he were one of them; a human that is. Their large world seemed much extravagant than that of the mer-people. Humans can fly above the ocean in their ships, they can ride around in these carriages pulled by large animals called horses, even humans could climb to the top of those beautiful snow tipped mountains that poked their peaks above the clouds. The land they stand on outstretched further than Hoseok could ever imagine, and there was a whole world around him that he wishes to learn about. He had many dreams and desires, his mind craved explanations.

“Do men live forever? Do they die just as us? How long of a life do they live? What happens to them when they pass?”

Hoseok knows these answers for his species, he knows what happens among merfolk and especially what shall happen with royalty. They become foam on the sea, diminish into bubbles into the water. When one royal dies, another is birthed.

These ongoing thoughts horded the capacity of Hoseok’s naïve mind. His passion for above became a sudden obsession, that princess became more of a worship. “Maybe I’ll get some more answers tonight,” he thought as he travels with the current to the north Pacific Ocean, home of the playful salmon pink Prince Jimin.

This lovely evening, we have a court ball. A ball which held dancing mermen and mermaids to the melodies of the singers and composers. A watering hole of very thick crystal walls, so clear and pristine that the illuminating lights from mussel-shells which decorated in rows along them blared through effortlessly. Numberless fish and folk who swam through the lights would flash their glorious colored tails that amplified within these beams.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook all danced wonderfully. Linking arms together and with others, displaying their methodologies. They shared many dances with men and women, children even.

Lights gleamed like a galaxy in the subterranean sea, all sparkling like the stars in the night sky. Beautiful pinks, greens, and purples garnished the saloon, ravishing plants and twines tangled around pillars.

The sweet sensual voices of Seokjin and Taehyung filled the room in a magical duet. Back-up singers harmonizing along with their symphony as Namjoon and Yoongi remained lost in their own worlds of instruments.

Jimin twirled around the aqua prince’s tail like a feather, light and soft. Prince Jimin’s eyes were brighter than any blue tail that ever existed, a translucent aquamarine color – no – a luminous crystal blue. A mesmerizing shimmer tinted the orbs in the sunlight as how a cracked geode rock would sparkle.

His hair, much like his tail and lips, were mixes of rose, coral and peaches. Shades fading in and out of another elegantly. He was such a bubbly child – bashful even as everyone could recall times the young Prince would grow embarrassed and the rising pink of his skin would soon match his tail. Jimin danced the best contemporary dance in all of the seas, naturally wiggling his body in expert stretches.

“How have you been, brother?” He hushed his words through a wave of his arms, continuing to dance along to the music with Hoseok. “You look… different.”

Hoseok matched Jimin’s movement, picking up the pace to a slow tempo. “I’ve been doing well.”

The words fell bleakly between the two, Jimin realizing that there was no enthusiasm resonating from Hoseok – no energetic fields sparkling through the waters. Jimin’s intuition can pick up the sudden change of behavior, and he grew nervous for the reasons why his older brother insisted on lying to his face.

“It’s not polite to fib – especially about your feelings.”

Hoseok grabbed ahold of Jimin’s wrist, spinning the pink tailed merman in a quick fluid motion. Dancing around having a private conversation was difficult when they were surrounded with several fish who are also doing the same. A curious ear could overhear them, and Hoseok did not wish to share his secrets to the public.

By the spin of Jimin, Hoseok’s eye catches something – rather, something missing. The chain that snugged around Jimin’s slim waist was colorless, missing its shining pink bead.

“Where is your pearl?” the aqua prince distressed.

Jimin’s crystal eyes avoided Hoseok’s almond ones, swallowing thickly as a shade of pink started breaking through at the tips of his ears. “Come brother, I must show you something.”

Whilst the mermen, mermaids, and fish were still dancing and singing in the palace, the two troublesome brothers stole away past the walls of the pink palace. Swimming freely into the open ocean while being accompanied by their little companions.

Kiko deliberately begged Hoseok to remain back in Jimin’s home, not wanting to cause another mishap event of a storm like the one that happened times prior to when anyone has upset the Mer-King. But the merman ignored his friend, insisting that everything will be alright.

“Jimin where are you taking me?”

“Just a bit further – I promise you will be surprised.”

Soon enough Jimin led Hoseok into a lengthy cave, a narrow cavern filled with sumptuous jewels, gems, and stones. A pleasure-loving treasure of a chamber that was hollowed out, and in the cavity of the cave – past the dark spaces and cracks – they peered up into a grotto. Crystalline formations that grew down from the ceiling, limestones, calcium carbonate and other minerals lined the walls and rocks.

The scene before them was a magical starry canvas. Nothing in any of their realms nor the human world looked better or more extravagant than this place.

“I found this place when I was little, following a stubborn little marine invertebrate.” Jimin narrowed his eyes down at his sticky pet starfish, Bo, that was latching onto his shoulder. “This little guy was a feisty one, but I’m forever grateful that he led me here. Just look.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened around him, eyebrows shot high into his hairline. His thoughts were all about the mystical creations around him until Jimin cut his train of thought.

“It’s what happens when two worlds connect, the sea and the land.” Jimin admired around with a soft smile on his lips.

“Two worlds?” he wondered. “But wait – this doesn’t explain where your pearl is? You have it don’t you? You can’t lose it!”

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. “Unfortunately, I do not have my pearl.”

Hoseok hovered around, looking at all the jewels and gems that surrounded the two mermen. Anxiety rising from his fins, “Jimin your palace –“

“Is still in great condition, is it not?”

In fact, Jimin’s kingdom was in fantastic shape. Even with the lack of his magical pearl. The ball was extravagant, faces were happy, and his realm was healthy and clear.

“It is.” Hoseok confirmed. “But how?”

Jimin smiled gleefully, satisfied and at complete ease as he hopped up his thin body onto a rock. The pink prince shrugged, “I’m not sure actually. Maybe they aren’t as powerful as we were told. Though they are one of a kind.” Jimin stared at the pearl that dangled off Hoseok’s ear.

“I like to think that they work for anyone who has a good heart. They keep the realm alive with their being.”

Curious, Hoseok pushed for further explanation. “So, if you don’t have it then… you gave it to someone else?”

“Mhm.”

“Jimin?! You can’t just do that – do you have suds in your brain!?”

Jimin’s eyes crinkled with his wide cutesy smile, unbothered at the world. Innocence exuding out from his face. “Perhaps.”

The cavern twinkled around the reflecting lights, blossoming of precious stones and glows from each crevice of the room. Hoseok’s voice echoed off the structured walls along with the silence drips of the moistened stalactites that elongated from the top.

“Who did you give it to?” Hoseok was furious, getting ready to blow up on his younger pink scaled brother until a shuffling noise distracted him, causing him to twist his head in the direction of the sound.

“Her.” Jimin drew his breath in, watching a shadowed movement draw closer. A padding of feet rushed their way into the corner of the grotto where an opening that was not seen before now was. Entered, a small child, with curly blonde and frizzy hair as light as the clouds, stepped in view. She bared her feet, stepping on the smooth flooring below her in a flowing flower sundress.

Hoseok was quick to duck for cover – trying to pull his brother along but remained puzzled how he refused to move. Jimin sat proudly atop his perch, staring at the young child who’s face lit up with merriment.

“Jiminie!” she squeals. “You came to visit me!”

Frightened, Hoseok sunk further below the water. This is going against everything, why is Jimin speaking to a human? Why did he give his pearl to her? He angrily whispered towards the ditzy prince that waved his arm towards the child, “What are you doing!?”

“I’ve brought a friend, little one! Would you care to meet him?” Jimin outstretched his hand towards his brother who hid behind a rock who returned glare at him. Seeing the disproving stare from Hoseok, he spoke down towards to him, “She’s safe, believe me.”

The curious kid stepped closer to the edge of the grotto, before the land dipped into the water as she waited with anticipation. She pondered the words her friendly pink merman spoke, eyes full of wonder as she looked over to him.

Hesitantly Hoseok poked his head out slowly, making eye contact with the blonde bundle of curls. She stood on her tiptoes with excitement, seeing another pretty face that blended well with the sparkling cave. “Hello!” she squeaked.

It felt uncanny, so unnatural for Hoseok to be approached by a creature with legs and not fins. An unreal wave of relief washed over the merman as the child’s instant presence seemed pure. “Hello.”

“Are you a prince like Jiminie? Are you pink like him too?” She questioned, now landing herself on her knees so she can creep closer to the water. Jimin gleamed with amusement, adoring the young little human who he grew acquainted with over time.

Jimin felt the passion within this little being, relating her curiosity of the sea with Hoseok’s interests with the land. In many ways these two were very much alike and he was ecstatic for them to meet.

For the first time this night, Jimin witnessed a genuine smile turnup on Hoseok’s lips. The aqua tailed man moved toward the small being who knelt by the edge. He flipped his tail up out of the water, flashing his fins with a loud splash. Trickles of water cascaded from the air onto surrounding areas of terrain causing the child to giggle.

“Precisely, I am a prince just as Jimin.”

Jimin swam up besides his brother, guiding him closer to the little girl. He smiled towards her as he raised his hand for her to meet his. Together they connected, her little hand much smaller than Jimin’s and a small glow of gold originated between their touch. “See – she’s good. I trust her.”

At closer inspection Hoseok noticed the chain around the child’s neck that had a glass trinket which encased a pink pearl – Jimin’s unique bead. That too glowed a radiating gold shimmer.

“I wish I had a pretty tail like you two!” She looked mournfully at the two clumsy props of bare legs she owned. “Silly legs!” She shouted down with a huff.

“Oh, but with a tail – you could not get back home.” Jimin tested. “We wouldn’t want that now. You’d miss your parents, your family. Even your bed.” He smirked, teasing the little girl.

Hoseok stood witness as he watched the interaction between human and merman. It wasn’t quite like how his interaction was with his beautiful princess back home, but there was a sincere aura radiating between the two that gave him hope for something.

“What color would I have, I wonder!” Her wide eyes scanned both of the mermen’s faces, taking in their distinctive differences.

Jimin smiled wide, eyes forming crescents. “Oh darling, I think pink would suite you very well. A beautiful plush pink for the young angel.” He pokes her nose.

“We should head back before it gets too late. I will visit another time, alright? Keep my gift safe and sound!” Jimin bid the pouting child farewell before descending down back the narrow crevices they entered.

They swam leisurely back to Jimin’s palace, Jimin humming melodic tunes to himself. The clear water was waving like a light breeze, the seabed littered with various plants and scrubs of all colorations.

“Why’d you give her your pearl?” Hoseok questioned out in the blue.

Jimin spun himself around, looking up towards the plane of water way high above the floating mermen. “She is true. I grew to know her over time. I feel no threat from her, and I trust she won’t speak of me to others. I want her to always remember me.”

Hoseok’s thoughts soon returned to the world above him as he could not forget his beauteous princess. And he could not control his craving to meet her. Experiencing a merman and human interact as Jimin did with his, Hoseok was sure he could trust the lovely woman he is fascinated with. Deep down in his heart he hopes she will be accepting of him.

One thing stood out from is encounter with Jimin and the little girl. What struck him was how she wished to be a mermaid – one with a beautiful scaly tail. Why would she dream this when she had legs?

Hoseok hovered around his human-decorative study again, a place he consistently escaped to when he had the free time. He eyed the handheld mirror, the compass that lost its pointing needle giving the device worthlessness, even feathering his fingers through the chest full of useless goods. He stumbled upon a painting, a portrait of a bright and sunny day with land lovers dancing on a street. Building’s surrounding the pairs that were grouped together in a gestured dance.

It then hit him, “A pair of legs for a tail – and a tail for legs.” He grumbled to himself looking down at his slimy speckled tail, fins and all. Kiko who has been loitering around the area shifted towards her merman, “Hoseok…”

“I have an idea Kiko, though you may not like it.”

“When do I ever?”

Hoseok snickered, sighing down at his dazzling leafy sea-friend. He brushes his hands through her leaves, scratching underneath Kiko’s keel. “I’m more grateful than you may think. Please don’t be upset with me.”

Kiko rested in the hands of Hoseok, shimmying herself comfortable. The look in her eyes showed regret and worry, though she waited for her prince – her friend – to continue his thoughts.

“I must travel past the whirlpool. Where the seagrass nor flowers bloomed – grey sands expanding to heavens know where. Where waters were dark, whizzing around in strong forces. To the current that doesn’t connect to ours, the abyss down below. I need to go to the enchantress.”

“No!” Kiko jolted, frantically shaking her leaves. “You can’t! You know that. She’s a demon, a – a monster!”

“I’m going. The witch will be able to help. She’s the only one who could advise me.”

The thought of seeing his princess on two legs gave Hoseok the courage he needed to proceed with his foolish actions. He had traveled to where no merfolk dared to go. Advancing his body though the tough of the whirlpool – pass the boiling under gasses, a thick heavily bog that shrouded the turf.

The enchantress lived in a horrid place, all the trees and bushes were gloomy and of dying bowiea weeds. Serpents shooting up out of the ground with lengthy branches that tickled with disgusting fingers of worms. Polypi dressing the skirts of the seafloor and clustering up this wooded area.

Every plant was twisted and mangled in its own way, clutching onto random items. Skeletons of a number of fish and human beings who had drowned were in the grasps of these eager unseemly trees. He swiftly made his way through these bushes and herbs of horror, arriving to a small place that was occupied by large sluggish snails. In the middle of this terrain, stood a house build of broken shards of ships, bones, and shattered mussels.

Along the entrance way to this house floated a darkened figure, cloaked with a slick seaweed. It turned to face the colorful prince who peered over towards it. A loud cackle noise up roared from the witch; her shoulders shook with each breath. “Oh my – what honor do I have here? Prince of the South Atlantic. What a delicate blue tail you have.”

Hoseok stood still in his area, eyeing the being before him. Tentacles dragged beyond her, her writhing arms dangled to her sides and pieces of her hair abnormally distorted around her head in a wicked manner.

“You know me?”

“I know much. Well. I hear many. I see most,” said she to the aqua blue prince. “I know what you want, and it’s quite mindless. Yet I shall assist you, for a price.” The sorceress hovered; brushing pass her field of snails. “You wish to get rid of your tail for a set of those dainty stilts like those pathetic humans have. You fancy a princess above the water. So, I’ve heard.” The wicked woman snickered.

“What a pity, such gorgeous of blues to be snuffed out. But nonetheless, I shall help royalty with no delay.”

“You will?” Hoseok hoped, enthusiastic to the mysterious witch. “What do I owe for your time?”

The enchantress turned towards the opening of her house, floating down into the pit of it. “Come child, I shall show you.”

A large cauldron rested in the middle of the singular room; every moment new ingredients were thrown into the slump of its dome. Mixed smoke and foams sizzling throughout the water. “I will make you a potion – one you will drink as you make it up to the surface. You shall sit on the coast and swallow it whole, and then your tail of beautiful aqua and gold will shrivel and shrink from under you – to things which men call legs.”

Another puff of smoke plumed in the water, a zap of her ingredients fusing together in a rancid smell. “This transformation will be extremely painful after all; you will feel as if a sharp blade passed through your body though no blood shall spill. You’ll retain that beautiful face of yours, your undulation movements of dance. Light on your feet, throughout days on land it will grow to be more difficult to walk. Imagine thousands of blades slicing through your soles with each step you take.”

Hoseok watched the cauldron fill to the brim, gooey discolored liquids lofting around like a stew. He listened intensely to the warnings of the sea witch, but his dedication held strong within him. “You haven’t told me what the price is.”

The witch cackled once more, cutting her arm to allow thick black blood drip down into the pot. “Your voice is the price I ask.”

Hoseok trembled watching the potion being concocted in front of his own eyes. A level on uncertainty settling in the pit of his stomach. “How long do I have?”

“Until your princess falls in love – shall decide your fate. If you seek the princess’s heart, love to such degree that she leaves her family for you, that you flood her mind and wishes – you will remain human. If sorrowfully on the day she is united to another will you see your sadness. Forced back into a merman and you will surrender your kingdom to me.”

“But if you take my voice from me,” spoke the aqua tailed prince, “What do I have to charm the princess? How am I going to communicate with her?”

“Your graceful form of course,” replied the sorceress. “Your speaking eyes, that handsome face that you bestow. You can infatuate a vain meek human heart with your beauty, can you not? Your dance speaks wonders – I’ve heard many stories.” Her arm laced around the shoulder of the prince, eyeing the dangling pearl that hung from his lobe.

“Now speak into my shell,” she held a conch in his view. “Speak to the sea in return for my magic drink.”

And so, he spoke, whispers of nothings but wishes, of thanks, and hopes. His orotund voice slowly being sucked away by a magical blue hue that breathed from his mouth to the inners of the magical conch.

The witch handed a vial of the finished potion, a translucent liquid that swirled around a clear glass. “Remember to swallow all and prepare yourself for the pain.” Her witch laugh resounded loud through the room.

Hoseok trailed back the same way he came, through the heavily wooded thicket of long polypi that bent away from him the moment he drew near. The foaming streams produced from the buzzing whirlpool laid still as he entered. Scrubs and plants dissipating with his presence.

Once he returned back to his home it was late; lamps in the apartments of the palace were extinguished, families were fast asleep. His halls were dimly lit, the garden shimmered in the moonlight, and his room pitch dark. He was voiceless, the words he wishes to spill to his dear friend Kiko will never reach her. But he chose to try, to gain her attention in her own little quarters.

At her wake she was startled, it was the middle of the night though she heard no noise from Hoseok. His hand tapped on his throat multiple times, signaling a language of no speech. He held the bottle to his pet and shook it with delight. With hopeful eyes he glanced up, referencing the plane between the two worlds. All his attempts to hint his next actions.

“What have you done!?” Kiko jolted from her rest, hollering at the Prince who looked all too pleased with his decision. “Hoseok please, no!”

He smiled his wide bright smile and swam away, not asking for Kiko to follow but she was persistent. She swam alongside him all the way through the dark blue waters to the world above as she did many times before. She wanted to protect Hoseok and be there for him at all costs.

The moon still shone in the sky when they rose from the depts to Hoseok’s casual lounging rocks. The ocean was still, swiftly washing waves ashore and receding back into the sea. He made his way to the shallows, to the area where he once touched when he saved the drowning princess from the wreckage.

A sorrowful look he exchanged with his leafy creature; he was aware of leaving his realm behind on the pursuit of learning about the land and to find his lovely princess. That once he drank this clear liquid, he will turn into one of them, no longer allowed to swim down to his realm because his tail would be no more.

He felt the liquid run down his throat as he tilted his head back, the mix drink oozed its way down his body like a sharp knife cutting from the inside and he fell to the ground clutching his stomach. The excruciating pain sliced his insides overwhelming the human-to-be, a resounded tear of a sudden split of his fin filleting… was last heard before he fainted.

When the sun was reaching over the mountains of the east, Hoseok awoke; and he immediately felt the burning pain in all of his limbs and organs. He inhaled exaggeratedly, clutching his hand over his chest as he leaned up. Fresh air burning its way through his new human lungs, the dryness of his mouth making him feel even more worse. The waters washed him up further on the shore, sand now surrounding his body and his now new pair of legs.

His eyes grew wide looking down between himself and the sea. Looking at the bare of his legs, a set of limbs that do not work like how his tail once had. Naturally, he moved the limbs one by one, turning his ankles, bending his knees, and wiggling his toes. Tiny appendages that matched the ten fingers on his hands, just smaller.

Hoseok sat in complete nude, just basking in the glow of the sun and the breeze of the wind. Until a squeak drew his attention from the water, a flip and a splash. It was Kiko – who must have stayed all night with him.

He opened his mouth, yet nothing came out. Something he needs to get used to now and figure out how to sign language his way through gestures. Instead he waved and smiled excitedly, motioning his hands towards his legs which he waved in the air with joy.

“Are you crazy? Cover yourself up Hoseok!”

Kiko darted around the water, looking for something to give the poor prince for some decency. Pieces of seaweed or kelp won’t do – something bigger needs to cover his bottom half. Lucky for them, remains of the past shipwreck still lurked in the waters. A torn fabric, from a mast, nonetheless, trapped under a broken wooden plank drifted in the sunken water not too far from the shore.

Hoseok remained unphased. More intrigued and preoccupied with these unsteady legs, he almost didn’t notice the added appendage that laid between them. The one thing Kiko was most nervous about, the lack of modesty. That’s no way for Hoseok to go about on land – oh most certainly not!

“Hoseok!” Kiko arrived closer, drawing Hoseok’s attention. “There’s cloth down here, I can’t remove it myself. But you need it, quickly! Come!” She flittered her little fins around the area, “Right down here!”

He bent his knees up, pushed off the ground with enough force to lift his body stable on the flats of his feet. Instantly he started wobbling, teetering left and right as he stumbled towards the water. Not only trying to understand the concepts of walking, looking like a toddler who needed the support to stand up. The witch was right – he felt light on his feet, he swiftly moved with jagged balance. But unfortunate to him, there was a buildup of thorn-stabbing pain with each step.

Hoseok fell, not gracefully, into the water where his limbs straight away felt at ease and cooled off. The threatening pain not causing him anymore discomfort. He drifted towards Kiko, kicking his legs erratically to stay afloat. His eyebrows raised, beckoning a questioned look for Kiko to guide him.

Reaching down through the green weeds, he caught hold of a wet material, yanking it up from under the object it was crammed under. It was thin, but long enough to cover him whole.

Resting his bottom on the sands of the shore once more, he twisted the material around his tapered waistline, right above his prodding hip bones and securing it tight with a knot. A crafted loincloth decorated around him, long enough to reach the tops of his knees. Hoseok’s eyes formed happy-crescent shapes when looking back to his floating buddy, enjoying his small victory.

Kiko observed Hoseok, watched him closely. There was almost a young childlike aspect on is features, his fascination, his wide eyes of wonder taking in his new environment. A wide grin from ear to ear, eyes sparkling in the beautiful sunlight. Hoseok still looked just as handsome as he did when he was adorned his aqua tail. And Kiko prayed from that moment forward that this journey Hoseok choose to take himself – will hopefully play out in his favor.

Seagulls squawked overhead, the gentle air tickling his skin. The reassuring sounds of the waves drifting in and out causing the heart wrenching feeling of home resolve the hollow of his chest.

A sudden uproar of noise startled the prince, coming from the edging of the cliff. A familiar noise he has heard once before but couldn’t quite understand what it was – until he saw it. A black four-legged figure barking along the sands, rushing in every which way with a snout that sniffed up into the air.

Hoseok’s face grew pale when he locked eyes with the creature. He had to get out of there, he didn’t know what this creature was capable of and it sure as well wasn’t human.

The large animal bolted towards Hoseok, yapping it’s head off with excitement. Fearful, Hoseok jumped up on a nearby bolder – one high enough to prevent the beast to touch him as it came close. It didn’t look threatening upon closer inspection; black fur coated this four-legged mut, and it had a tail as well! Is this what a dog was? He’s seen artworks that had these human pets in them, but none looked like this dog that woofed at him.

Hoseok shooed the dog with a wave of his hand, making a disgruntled face. Over the commotion between man and dog, Hoseok didn’t notice a curious wondering human making its way hesitantly. “Toby! Toby where’d you go! You need to help me find these shells – oh my!” A female in a simple tight-fitted bodice and a flowing skirt that covered down to her ankles, crept forward; a netted satchel filled with seashells slinked over her shoulder that she held closer to her body.

Her eyes met with Hoseok’s, frozen. It was her, Princess Y/n. Even though she wasn’t dressed in her elegant gown, decorated in her pretty jewelry, she still looked just as beautiful. Hoseok remained star-struck, as if he was seeing the princess for the very first time. Mouth agape, eyes fixed inquiringly on the stunning girl who stood meters away from him. The continuous barks of the Toby-beast unwavering until the princess scolded it.

“Toby! Down boy! Leave that man alone!” She called her pet back, rushing over to stop him from intruding the man on the rocks space. “I’m so sorry! Toby can be a bit overwhelming. But I assure you he’s really kind!” She managed to hold back her pet, trying to calm him down and get him to sit for her.

Hoseok looked down, preserving his surprised state. He smiled at the princess’s warm features, her soft delicate skin and whisking hair that was pinned out with a bow in the back.

The princess looked up at Hoseok, having a moment of déjà vu – something about this was all too familiar to her. “You seem… are you? Have – have we met before?” The words stumbled out of her mouth, in amazement as her eyes casted up to the glowing stranger. He was gorgeously handsome, his hair long and wavy, his smile so sincere and shining in the sun. Those almond colored eyes that captured the deepest of blues within them dazed back at her.

Hoseok eagerly shook his head – yes yes, they have met before!

“We have met! I knew it!” she exclaimed. “What is your name?”

Hoseok mouthed the formation of his name, but nothing came out. Frustrating the poor man even more, his lips pulled down into a frown. It’s as if his larynx was completely removed from his throat, the voice box completely vanished from within.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” The curious princess spoke with worry. “Can you not speak?”

Exasperated, Hoseok held his fists up in a struggling fight with himself, scrunching his face along with it. This was his one and only time he can talk to her, yet he couldn’t form the words he wanted to say. Panic-stricken, he motions his arms and hands in spur of erratic movements. Trying to signal his distress.

“Oh, something is wrong? You’re hurt? You need help?”

Hoseok reached forward too far, losing his stability on top of the rock and falling forward. He was clumsy, landing in the sand right in front of the princess and blushing from embarrassment. Toby jumped over towards the fallen man, now licking up the side of his face and showering him with a handful of kisses.

“Oh gee – Toby! Off of him!” she hollered, now lunching herself to save Hoseok from her furry dog. “I’m so sorry!” Hoseok’s face was lifted up with a smile again, giggling at the cuteness of this Toby animal.

The princess relaxed, seeing that there was no threat at hand when the stranger started playing back with Toby. She saw how he wasn’t properly dressed, lost his clothes and his voice. Her soft heart churned with sympathy, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. You must have gone through something terrible recently. Let me help you up.”

The princess escorted Hoseok back to her palace, offering her assistance as he limped oddly while he walked. Once exposed, no thanks to Toby’s cheerful barking, servants brought the nearly naked man a set of expensive clothes.

“Princess Y/n! Who – what do we have here?” A maid rushed over holding out a robe already set open for the guest. “I thought you were looking for shells,” the maid turned to eye Hoseok. Capturing in his natural beauty essence. “not – not a man.”

The princess laughed, hiding a tinted pink blush from her embarrassment. “Ms Gretta, I assure you I didn’t mean to stumble upon this man. Toby ended up finding him! But he needs help! I think he may be sick.”

“Oh, sweet child. Haven’t we told you not to go running off alone? It’s dangerous for a woman of your status to be out there unsupervised!” The maid slunk the robe around Hoseok’s shoulders, covering him up.

The princess smiled softly, “But, I wasn’t alone. I had Toby!”

Her maid tsk’d, rolling her aging eyes. “Dear, Toby is not an excuse. Please next time, would you be careful?” She averted her attention to the strange man who stood still in the center of their foyer. “Come here young one, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The princess’s maid who addressed the man’s hygiene, escorted Hoseok down the hall. He looked over his shoulder in confusion has he was pushed along the tiled floors, looking at the princess who waved innocently. “I’ll see you soon!” she said.

Hoseok was led into a bejeweled decorative washroom. Gold encrusted handles and trimming, a similar color to the specks that scattered throughout his tail. A large bath displayed in the center, filling up with steamy warm water and colorful bubbles. A pricy chandelier hung from the center right above the tub.

“Now now, I’ll leave you to your privacy, sir. And I’ll come back to check on you. I’ll leave your clothes and towels on the counter right here. Please feel free to use whatever toiletries you need.” The maid bowed before stepping out of the room.

Hoseok walked over to the tub, feet now aching terribly. The bubbles reminded him of the foam that he’s seen a hundred of times on the plane of the water. Dissolved organic matter from algal blooms. It surprised him, however, that these bubbles came with a fresh scent.

Stepping into the tub his feet promptly soothed over from the dull pain. His knees bucked from under him, forcing a splash of water to rise above the edge of the tub and splattering across the tile below. The element of water was natural to him, it was alleviating him. Bubbles fluttered in the air, a cascade of them landing down on top of his head. He loved it; humans had all of the elements. Water, earth, air and fire.

“Darling please, no more nonsense of this. We need to focus on your studies.”

Princess Y/n and her mother, the Queen, were enjoying teatime in the dining hall with high painted ceilings and checkered flooring. With additions of a ruby red rug, large window plates, and a fireplace structured on the western wall.

Each dressed in their civil casual wear, a baby blue dress for the princess and an elegant topaz green for the queen. They sipped together while staring off at the scenic views outside. “I understand mother. I just turned a new age, please let me enjoy my time just a bit longer,” the princess begged.

“Darling, you know your positioning. We must find you a partner to be wed. There’s many suitors from several kingdoms who are in your age group.”

The princess remained silent, savoring the last bit of tea from her cup. What the queen didn’t know was that the young princess has been waiting for the day to find that man who had saved her. She wanted to express her gratitude and appreciation to the person on the beach. The princess knew there was no way she had dreamed of the man, but unfortunate for her, she sorrowfully cannot remember his face. Only fractions and figments of her memories weave together of that morning. The sun was glaring down into her eyes during the only time she could see him, but she remembered his voice. The audible feature that made her know that he was real.

The word, the greeting, “Hello.” Was the only excuse for her brain to process that hazy morning as real. She heard the person speaking to her. She wished, all this time to see him once more. Before she had to leave her kingdom for good, united with another man from a different country, she was determined to find that person who had saved her.

Every so often, when her schedule allowed it, she would journey down onto the beach. Strolling along the shore picking up pieces of washed up shells and rocks to add to her own collection of aquatic artifacts. And with each trip, she hoped to see that person once more.

“Y/n, are you even listening to me?” The disgruntled tone in the queen’s voice drew the princess’s attention. She blinked, opening her mouth to speak when suddenly she was interrupted.

“Go on – no need to be shy!” prodded the maid, pushing Hoseok forward.

Hoseok approached through the double-wide doors into the dining hall, now dressed in his borrowed rich clothes. A comfortable tunic that fell loose around his arms, black pants that rolled up by the ankles, and a thick belt that sat snug against his waist. It was a simple outfit, casual and relaxed. The only thing that looked more tasteful to the naked eye, something that looked priceless, was the singular pearl earring that hung from his ear.

He stepped towards the princess and queen with an astonished look on his face. The room surrounding them was marvelous, designed beautifully and almost as beautiful as his back in his underwater realm. He was nervous but happy, twiddling his thumbs between another as he stopped at a safe distance. He curtseyed with regard, gaining both the women of the room’s curiosity.

The princess stood up excitedly, “You look amazing – lively! Gretta has done a great job helping you!”

Hoseok nodded bashfully, his smile still present. The princess swore that there was a sudden twinkle in his beautiful beaming eyes when he reconnected their gazes.

“This is the man you found out on the beach?” the queen addressed the two with a quirked brow. “My, he is quite the visual. Young man, what is your name?”

Both Hoseok and Y/n turned to face the queen properly, a warily grin accompanied the both of them. “Mother, I’m afraid he’s a mute.” Hoseok timidly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, sending the queen an apologetic look.

Perturbed, the queen pursed her lips and nodded slightly. “I see. That’s very luckless my dear.” The queen’s eyes scanned the innocent male in front of her, seeing no threat in any nature. “You are welcomed to spending time here, as Y/n requested. Please make yourself feel at home and do not hesitate to ask, er – to seek out for any help.” Her lips upturned genuinely.

Hoseok bowed as a sign of respect and thanks. Feeling giddy, his body vibrated with delight.

“Come here, please sit. You must be malnourished.” The queen gestured to a seat at the elongated table. “Food will be served shortly.”

It was a bright chipper day, cool calm and collective. Noisy birds chirped from outside his guest room, a sound he never had the privilege to waking up to. Their squawks and chirps sounding as one of a melodic tune. Little animals making conversations with another, flapping their wings to soar high above the buildings and structures outside Hoseok’s window.

Hesitantly, he pulled the curtain aside to allow the view before him expand. The colors of the palaces garden were gleaming with charm, fantastic brand-new species of plants of all sorts of colors captivated his sights.

He slowly leaned over the railing of the windowsill, sticking his head out further into the air. If he was back in his realm he could simply just swim out, but here he was grounded. Out past the front gates, far into the distance of the forestry, was more building structures assembled. More colorful delight sprung from them, decorations and flags waving in the wind. It indeed was a beautiful day above the water, and Hoseok’s urge to explore was thriving within him.

An echoed knock resonated from the door, causing Hoseok to whip his head in the direction and walked his bare feet over to open the custom designed wooden door. Just before he turned the handle he glanced over at the shallow tub he grabbed from his quarter’s bathroom last night. It was still was filled with cooled water which he used the for his feet.

Another knock causing Hoseok to jump with the sound. He creaked the door open to pry his head curiously through the crack, and he was met with the maid who had assisted him throughout yesterday – Gretta.

“Good morning, sir!” She smiled warmly giving him a tiny nod. It took her a moment to remember she wasn’t going to hear a greeting back, due to Hoseok’s lack of voice. That didn’t derail her train of thoughts though, “I have fresh clothes for you!” She raises the materials in her arms higher up, catching Hoseok’s view.

He nodded, stepping back with the door, allowing Gretta to walk through. Hoseok stood there uncertain with his nightwear still snug on him, watching Gretta make her way to a side table to place the essentials down. She too noticed the tub laying besides the bed, filled with water.

“Miss Y/n was curious if you’d like to join her for the street festival in town today? There are many activities to partake in! She’s grown quite curious about you as well.” Gretta rambled, laying out the selected choice of menswear. It was similar to the previous day outfit, large relaxing soft blue tunic decorated with small detailed floral patterns and another pair of black trousers. There was also a bronzy gold belt laid out along with a set of – a set of…?

“These boots are made out of cowhide, sturdy for long walks on the roads. You don’t need to worry about getting them dirty!”

Oh, they’re called boots. Hoseok mentally noted the two neat glossy brown oddities. But the idea of long walks pulled his face into a grimace – he’ll need a break from walking frequently. He’ll need to find something to soak his feet in to cool of the agonizing stabbing pain that jolted through the pads of his feet the more he stepped.

“Shall I tell the princess you’ll be ready in twenty minutes? We’ll pull a carriage up in the meantime.” Gretta smiled over at the handsome young lad that stood motionless near the door. There was a natural aura about the boy, something ‘off’ for Gretta but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Hoseok bobbed his head excitedly, smiling at the fact he’ll get to see the princess once again. With joy he hurriedly grabbed at the fabrics, with no hesitation or decency to whip off his nightshirt in one swift movement. Gretta hastily turned her eyes away, heading towards the door just as quick. She laughed slightly, “I will clean up the room when you’re out in town.” From there the click of the door was heard with Gretta’s exit, and Hoseok is stumbling over himself trying to place these so-called ‘boots’ over his damn feet.

The carriage carried Hoseok, Y/n, and two guards into town. The settlement was garnished with florals, furnished with twisted wreaths and tangled vines. Banners hung building to building, colors of pinks, greens, blues, and purples scattered universally. Sculptures of flowers made out of papers and sheer fabrics hung down from above. Bodies of men, women and kids moving about another in dance, or between food stands, shops, and miscellaneous vendors.

It was beautiful for a land festival, but for a moment it reminded Hoseok of his brother’s recent party. There were similarities between the two of course, but there was something different at the same time. Nothing could compare to each other because in Hoseok’s view, land and water were forever going to be different.

The princess walked alongside Hoseok, humming herself a soft tune from an ongoing flute player. Peering down at the lovely princess, Hoseok couldn’t help but smile at the way her eyes wondered around as if she’s searching for something in particular. She smiled when greeted by passersby’s, declining offers of home-made treats and gifts.

“You know – I still don’t know your name. Do you go by a name?” Y/n spoke directly to Hoseok, but her eyes were looking through the crowd of people. Once she glanced up to meet his beautiful brown eyes, she had a mischievous smile. Hoseok nodded, furrowing his brows. He had to think of a way to tell her his name or find something that was close enough to relate back to him.

He turned his head left and right, looking for objects or scenery to point at. But there was nothing in his sights that satisfied him or suited him. Maybe a color would be easier? So, he looked around, pointing out the first blue thing he could find.

“Flower?” she questioned, smiling to herself. But with Hoseok responding with an unenthusiastic look she tilted her head. He searched again, grabbing at items and widgets all in different shades of blue. He held them towards Y/n, motioning the importance with his hand on his chest. Me! These are me! He was referencing.

Even the guards attempt to shout out answers to Hoseok’s amusing charade. Band? Berries? Belt? Cloth? Plate? Bracelet?

Hoseok grew more and more frustrated with the wrong answers he sighed in defeat. Sitting himself down on a bench that perched besides a bridge. He was stumped, blowing a breath of air up into his falling bangs.

“It’s okay!” The princess joined him on the bench, patting Hoseok on the shoulder. “We don’t need to worry about it.”

A pang within his chest tightened over his heart when he looked back to the princess’s sincere eyes. That feeling pinched a sensitive nerve within him, he was stunned by the beautiful princess. Dare he admit that he may be smitten over her rosy cheeks, the way her smile drew a smile from him.

Her gaze flickered to the bead that hung from his lobe, the jewel that adorned his single earring. It glittered in the light, something she never has seen before. But Hoseok could see the small twinkle in the reflection of her orbs.

“It’s beautiful. That pearl you have.” Her wondering finger pointed at the ornament.

The moment she inched closer to Hoseok’s jewel he moved back in retaliation, quickly holding up his hand to catch hers. It’s natural for him to protect the one thing that holds his realm intact. The princess drew back her breath at the sudden movement. She didn’t know he was acting on defense, and they both looked shocked at another.

Hoseok held his hands up innocently, waving them as he wished to apologize. His distressed face was frantic and upset.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t worry! It’s okay!” she grabbed at Hoseok’s hands, holding them together. “I’m sorry.”

Hoseok wanted to say that it wasn’t her fault, it was his. And that he was the one who was sorry. He’s the one that was masquerading around with no voice, bending his mannerisms to the ill façade he needed to do.

A deep sigh exhaled through Hoseok, cocking his head to the side and tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. It now dawned on the poor prince that this indeed will be difficult. Between their hands Hoseok caught a glimpse of something resonating, a small glow mirroring off of another’s skin. Another frightened jump came from Hoseok, looking down at his hands.

He’s seen this before. It wasn’t as strong but that glow nonetheless was definitely similar to the one Jimin had with his human friend. It had to be. But this didn’t happen at all yesterday?

The princess looked befuddled at Hoseok’s behavior – such a strange man she thought.

Hoseok ran his hands through his wavy hair, resting his elbows on his knees and chin on his palm. He side-eyed the princess, smirking slightly as if he thought of something clever.

Y/n caught herself staring at the outline of this man’s profile. The silk of his hair shining in the sunlight, the scoop of his delicate nose, the pucker of his smooth lips. If she wasn’t such a headstrong lady she may have been blushing the first moment she came in contact with him.

Unexpectedly, Hoseok got off the bench. He waved on the princess and their two guards towards a vendor he was walking towards. As they approached, they see Hoseok surrounding himself with branches and twines of flowers, folding and weaving them together. ‘Flower Crowns’ labeled on a sign right above the shop, with a handful of premade crowns with ribbons ready to be bought.

But Hoseok took the initiative to interlace his own craft, bending the steams and twigs of these colorful tangerine colored flowers. Once he secured it safely in a round band, he turned, offering the circlet with a wide grin to Y/n.

She giggled, taking an exaggerated bow, and waited for Hoseok to bestow the new fashion atop her dome. It was like uniting his princess, unifying her to be a queen with a beautiful crown. The orange of the blossoms complimented the tint of pink on her cheeks.

“Thank you so much! Here let me give you one!”

Y/n looked around the small shop, eyeing the various cluster of garlands. Her eyes land one a particular one, perhaps it stood out because she was already primed with the color already. A blueish, greenish bundle of flowers knotted within a band; specks of little yellow daisies crisscrossed within them.

‘Interesting’, thought Hoseok. The princess picked out colors of which resembled his long-lost tail. Was it coincidence or – “Hydrangea flowers are so colorful!” She cooed. “Look at these ruffles of aquas and turquoise! And these yellow daisies!”

That’s it! Aqua! She can call him aqua, at least that’s a small portion of his real name. Hoseok pointed at the princess, then back at himself. He waved his hands for her to speak again with desperation in his eyes.

“What? The daisies?” She quirked a brow. No! shouted Hoseok’s inner conscience. He then pointed at the blue petals, running his finger around the anthers and blade of each petal. “The hydrangea? They’re blue?” She questioned. But when Hoseok shook his head severely as emphasis to the word blue, the princess caught on. “Oh! Blue? No – wait… not blue. Turquoise? Oh… not that one. Wait, aqua? You like Aqua!?”

As desperate for a man could be without his voice, Hoseok strained everything within himself from jumping up with glee when she understood the one thing she needed to know.

“Aqua? Hm, that’s a peculiar name.” She rested her finger on her lips as she pondered.

Hoseok pouted, knowing very well that his name is not short from his real title. The princess snickered to herself, thinking it’s quite cute that this ‘Aqua’ guy was pulling a sulky face.

“I like it.” She exclaimed as she raised the crown over Hoseok’s head and placed it gently on top. The flowers suited him; the coloration looked right. And if he wasn’t already a handsome fellow, he sure looked like one now.

“Here, I want to show you something, Aqua!”

The princess zig-zagged through the street full of people alongside her guards. Hoseok trailed close by, taking in more of the views and shops of the town. Y/n led the group to an opening within the city, a larger circled area with one big cast stone fountain with jets of water cascading out of a mermaid statue.  

Folk music was playing, a band off to the side with a handful of instruments Hoseok has never seen before, violins, trumpets, and guitars – but Hoseok didn’t know the names of these. As if they were just like Namjoon and Yoongi. Composers.

Innocent singers harmonizing off to the side, a sweet melodic song. Their tunes were catchy, and the upbeat tempo pulsed within him. Just how Taehyung’s and Seokjin’s voices conducted.

When Hoseok watched the people danced around their merry ways, impulsively he wanted to dance too.

Hoseok looked down at his legs, almost criticizing the way he needed to work with both legs than a tail to do what his body used to do so fluidly beneath the waves of the sea. Maybe he can, maybe he could try.

In the midst of the princess trailing on about how much she adored the fountain and surrounding shells that decorated the sturdy stone, Hoseok wondered into the crowd. Drawn to the music and he started to dance around them all.

Hoseok stretched out his delicate arms, thin but strong as he hovered gracefully between person to person. Every movement, every agonizing step he took, became more and more in symmetry. He twirled with elegance, just as he did in the ocean. His expression of enjoyment, of love and compassion spoke through his eyes and it touched the hearts of surrounding villagers.

Nobody has seen someone move like Hoseok did, and even more spectators joined in the dance solemnly because of how inviting Hoseok looked.

The princess turned her head to the commotion that riled up, noticing that Aqua was no longer next to her but in the crowd. He was performing his best with little experience on two legs.

Hoseok locked eyes with Y/n, who gawked at the way he looked. Effortless motion, stylish and tasteful swaying.

It was then when the princess decided she wanted to get to know this person more; she wanted to know more about Aqua and figure out his background.

Once the song ended, the bodies halted in place. A round of applause cheered about, circling around Hoseok who stood there with the shyest of smiles. He could only stare back at his princess though, blocking out the views and townsmen around him.

“That was wonderful!” The princess encouraged with clapping hands. “You dance?”

With a nod, Hoseok cloaked the impending pain that was stabbing his feet. He shouldn’t have danced – it worsened the torture, but he couldn’t help the way his body naturally coursed to the music. He walked up to Y/n who stood near the fountain, just as he reached her a spasm pain shot up his foot and forced his knee to buckle.

It ached, cramps gnawing away at his muscles. His stumbling landed him on the fountains edge, sitting his body down on the stone.

“Oh, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” Y/n examined over Hoseok’s scrunched up face. He glowered his sight towards his feet as he kicked off his boots. He cannot keep his feet contained any longer, he needs to relieve them before he can’t walk anymore.

“You’re feet?”

His feet were bare, but severely reddened. Blisters forming on the heels of his feet. He turned his head to look up at the mermaid fountain, eyeing the lengthy tail of stone, reminiscing to himself. Though he’s only been a day without a tail, he can only imagine having it as substitute for this pain.

Once he looks back to the Princess, his thoughts vanished. If it wasn’t for his deal, he wouldn’t have gotten these legs. And with these legs, knees, and feet, he was able to meet Princess Y/n – again.

Without thinking clearly about his next course of action, Hoseok spun himself on the edge to submerge his feet into the fountain.

The cool temperature of the water instantly relieved the throbbing ache, soaking his blistering skin.

Appalled citizens shuttered at the act; the guards were quick to lean towards Hoseok but the princess halted them with her hand. “Uhm, Aqua… you can’t do that.” She kept her voice hushed but stern. “If your feet hurt, we can help you back at the palace. But you can’t dip them in the fountain – please take them out.”

Hoseok complied, not wanting to anger anyone. He only reacted based of instinct, he knew the water was going to help him subside at least for a moment.

The princess ordered a guard to fetch the carriage, requesting for them to pick the group up right here. Soon they were traveling back up the lengthy road to the front gates of her home.

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[daisyannewinchester]

Siren!Jaskier

Alright so, I ran across this post of all these aesthetically pleasing pics, you can find them here. and someone @wilwheaton​ made a comment abt there being a prompt for each pic. So of course, all the fucking sudden, my brain was flooded with story ideas for each one. So I am slowly working through them all. Here’s my first one... This one is a Siren!Jaskier fic. @g-e-r-a-s-k-i-e-r​ here it is hun :) I’ll also be posting these to my AO3. (Edit: I cannot figure out how to post the picture of AO3 and am about to throw hands. or a computer. so it will only be the fic with no image. Edit again: i figured it out. haha. I’ve bested you, AO3. Fucker) You can find me under the same Daisy tag. Enjoy!

Geralt grumbled to himself as he descended into the valley, shoes getting muddier and muddier as he went. It felt like he was carrying ten extra pounds with him each time he picked up his boots, that much mud was caked onto the bottoms. It would take him ages to dig all the mud out once he was done. He couldn’t complain too much, though. The pay for this job was very generous.

The townsfolk up the mountain had begged and pleaded with a fat sac of coin for him to rid them of the incessant wailing coming from the flooded town down in the valley. The mayor explained with bags under his eyes that whatever was down there howled at all hours of the night and well into the morning, only stopping in mid afternoon and starting up again in the early evening. It had started two weeks ago when the dam had broken and flooded the valley and half of the town that inhabited it.

Geralt had to agree, the singing had not stopped since he set out early in the morning. While it was not unpleasant, it was also hard to concentrate on anything besides it. As he got closer, he was able to pick out several voices joined together, each singing in harmony to wail their tunes to the sky and the strum of an instrument keeping all the voices in tune. Geralt drew his silver sword as he finally reached the cobblestone streets that led into the town. He didn’t think he would need it; he had a good idea of what was down here, but it never hurt to be prepared and more than one creature might have inhabited this abandoned town. He passed building after building, following the wailing closer to the source. The sheer volume of it hurt his sensitive ears and he growled, annoyed.

The singing immediately stopped, and he heard several loud splashes followed by ear ringing silence.

“Fuck.”

He ran ahead into an open square. Half had been collapsed and tilted into the water. He could see wet spots where several bodies had been sitting at the water’s edge. There was a lute propped up out of the water and a trail of drops leading away into the water. He hummed and picked his way across broken boards and stone. He took the lute into his hands and studied it. Whomever it belonged to was taking good care of it, the wood was oiled nicely, and the strings well kept. He had an idea and sheathed his sword, keeping the lute in his hands as he walked away.

“This will make good coin,” He muttered to himself, only speakingjsut loud enough to be picked up at the water’s edge.

He heard a very faint splash in the water but ignored it, picking his way along the bank until he ducked into a stairway that led into the ocean. He propped the lute up on the stair just out of the water and promptly stripped himself bare, re-strapping a silver dagger to his thigh before wading into the cold depths. Water lapped at his chest by the time he was fully submerged. His ears picked up a faint splash behind him but he didn’t turn. Proceeding with washing himself, he allowed the shadow to creep down the steps closer and closer to the lute.

He caught sight of a naked man in his peripheral, young, with brown hair dripping and plastered to his face and bright blue eyes, fixated on the lute, wet fingers reaching out to grab it. Geralt’s hand snapped out, fingers wrapping around the hand gripped on the neck of the lute, yanking the wide-eyed, startled, dripping man back into the water. The boy yelped, flailing his arms as he was pulled headfirst into the water. Geralt wrenched the lute from his grasp and held it out of the way of the splashing. He watched as the mans legs grew together into a singular fin all the way up to his waist, scales glistening a sea-foam green that perfectly blended with the water. Gills grew on the side of the man’s neck and his teeth elongated into fangs, which he bared at Geralt with a hiss.

Geralt held his other hand up by his shoulder in a gesture of surrender, “I just want to talk.”

The siren coiled up like a snake about to strike and Geralt held the lute over the water. “Attack me and she goes in.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Geralt lowered the lute to the water. The siren feigned nonchalance, picking at something on the claws of his fingers. When the strap brushed the water, the siren yelped and held out his hands as if the stop the Witcher.

“Alright. Alright! Stop! What do you want?”

“The gods awful singing. Stop it.”

“Excuse me?! They may be young, but those children are getting along wonderfully! I have high expectations for quite a few of them to become excellent Lures someday.”

“Lures?”

“Yes Lures. Enticing humans into the water. What’s a proper word? Hunter? Whatever you lot call them.” The siren sassed as if this is common knowledge that sirens must be trained in their art of hunting. Geralt hummed.

“Well, your classes are annoying the town up on the cliff. They’ve sent me to quiet whatever is making a ruckus down here.”

The mans bright blue eyes strayed into the water like he could see the knife strapped to Geralt’s thigh through the murky blueness. Geralt stood still under his scrutiny. The siren started to hum and the wolf pendant on Geralt’s chest vibrated as well, holding the siren song at bay. The man’s voice had a strange musical quality to it when he spoke, his voice seemed to pull Geralt in, even with the pendant keeping most of the magic at bay. The siren’s expression shifted from one of annoyance to intrigue and seduction. His tail swishes in the water, pushing him gently toward Geralt in the water.

“And just what do you plan to do about our singing, dear human? Tell me the truth, now.”

“Make a trade. Lute for silence. Find somewhere else to do your classes.”

The siren hummed in thought but didn’t respond. He eyed Geralt up and down, and entices, “What’s your name?”

“Geralt.”

The siren lit up in a way Geralt didn’t expect, eyes changing from dark with hunger to bright with excitement.

“Oh, I’ve heard about you! Geralt of Rivia, the famous Witcher! Come to visit my new home, how exciting!” His voice doesn’t hold any Lure to it anymore and Geralt relaxed minutely, pendant going still around his neck. The siren’s tail flicked in excitement.

“I’ve a better deal.”

“Hm.”

“I’ll tell the other professors to move our classes and you give me my lute back and let me travel with you for a year. I’ll stay out of your hair; you won’t even know I’m there. I’m in desperate need of new content to sing about and the life of a Witcher is perfect for my songbook.”

Geralt thought it over. He’s sure, once on the road for a few days, the siren will beg off, find the nearest river and make for the ocean, bored out of his mind and tired of the grunge of life on the road.

“Fine,” he growled and climbed the stairs out of the water. The siren seemed unfazed by his nakedness.

The siren beamed, showing off a mouth full of fangs.

“Brilliant! You can call me Jaskier, by the way. I’ve got to get my stuff and inform the academy that I’ll be taking leave, but I’ll meet you at the edge of town! Oh, the children will be so excited. I’ll have such tales to tell them upon my return.” With a flick of his tail, he darted off. Geralt watched his scales gleam in the water as he sliced through the water down the canal and out of sight.

He quickly redressed and set off for the edge of town. He’s climbing back the way he came when he heard panting behind him.

“Were you trying to leave me behind? You were supposed to wait for me!”

“Please, tell me you’re dressed.”

“Of course, I’m dressed, I’m not an imbecile.”

“Hm.” Geralt glanced behind him to see Jaskier in a deep green doublet open to a white tunic tucked into green trousers. Completely impractical for travelling. His lute is strapped to his back, along with a small pack. Geralt picked up speed as best he can.

“Oi! Slow down you oaf. One would think you’re trying to lose me.”

“Hm.”

“Well that’s rude, I thought we were friends.”

Geralt stopped and turned to the siren. “Come here.” He gestures the smaller man closer.

The man stepped forward eagerly and promptly darted out of the way of Geralt’s fist. He bared pointed teeth at Geralt in retaliation but doesn’t seem too put off, still following after Geralt, just out of arms reach.

“You need to put those away when we get to town.”

Jaskier stretched his jaw and sharp fangs turned into human teeth.

When they come within sight of Roach, tethered to the tree, Jaskier beamed and bound forward, cooing to Roach and petting her mane. He seemed so excited, Geralt didn’t have the heart to tell him off. When he tried to climb into the saddle, Geralt gripped him by the hips and pulled him off. Jaskier shrieked in surprise and it hurt Geralt’s ears. The Witcher set him on the ground and saddle Roach instead.

“You walk.”

 *****

 Four months later and Geralt swears the siren would have been tired of him by now. And yet he’s still here.

 Geralt finds that he doesn’t want Jaskier to go.

 Not that he would ever tell him that.

#siren!jaskier #geraskier #slightly #if you squint #jaskier #geralt of rivia #siren #the witcher #henry cavill #joey batey #daisy writes #daisy shorts #enjoy

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

colors aesthetic.

bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog!

blue.

cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways

red.

wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / possessive love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

yellow.

community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams

green.

marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grottos / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theater productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

black.

crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat canine eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theaters / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

white.

crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

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Tagging: Anyone who is currently wearing a hat, or you may steal it

#dash games #raysofpokemuse #(always love the color things)

[scenariosofkonoha]

headcanons for gaara taking care of his newly pregnant s/o who's getting sick a lot?

Hey Anon! Thank yo for the ask! Not sure why but I rewrote these like three times… But they were fun to think over and I did my best to keep them as Headcanons! I really hope you like them! ~ Admin Little Lace 🎀

Gaara was not exactly sure who called birth magical, because from this angle there was certainly nothing magical about it. Perhaps it was birth that was magical while the pregnancy was meant to horrifying. Or maybe his S/O was just unlucky in that way.

The thought of having a child is scary for Gaara. Though most in his shoes would be more concerned if they could be an adequate parent, the Red haired-nin is worried about something else entirely. Being the product of a difficult pregnancy and birth, the thought of being in the same position as his father is stressful. He doesn’t want to lose his S/O in such a way.

This is why he and his lover hadn’t exactly planned for children. With such familial trauma at hand, the two had held off on the decision of children and expanding their family. They had been doing well…until the woman had started to become drastically ill.

Gaara had never seen the woman sick before. Maybe a case of allergies around spring, but nothing to this extent.

“I’m fine love, really,” she spoke with a weak tea smile. Gaara brushed her hair away from her face, his fingers brushing against her clammy forehead.

He may tend to believe her, as long as she is smiling and reassuring him he can’t think that she is too ill. But when the lethargy and dizziness had escalated to vomiting, at this he put his foot down and took her to be examined. After several tests the nin tells them that they are pregnant.

The Kazekage becomes a ball of anxiety and concern at the news. He’s happy yes, but her being ill makes him nervous. And in the coming days she gets only worse. Unlike before there is nothing to be done about this. The symptoms are just that, symptoms. They will go away with time… or so he is told…

And though he is told this, it does not stop from constantly consulting a medical-nin whenever he grows to worried about his bride. Each time he is told to just make her feel comfortable. And he does… to instantly, at any moment if she needs something he has it sent to her.

He’s still the leader of Suna after all, he unfortunately can’t leave to be with her every second. The red haired-nin must continue to run the village. And though he might be sitting at his desk, and he may be going through paper work, his head is not in his work. Sea-foam eyes are staring off into the distance and he has already asked three different ANBU to check in on his wife.

“Gaara you don’t have to be here at every minute” his sister instructed pulling his pen out of his hand. “Go on, go see her. Kankuro and I will handle this.”“Aww why do I-” words died in his throat as his sister raised a brow to him. The challenge clear. Say anything other than yes, and I’ll end you. “Yeah g-go ahead!”

With the help of his siblings, Gaara is given the time he needs to tend to his lover. However, the time is mostly spent in the bathroom. The woman laying her head on his lap, gaining comfort from the feeling of his fingers through her hair. Try as she might, the level of nausea she is experiencing does not allow her to move far from a bucket or the toilet. Thus forcing her husband to join her.

She is a good sport though. In her head, there is nothing she can do but endure it. Although her outlook is one of understanding, she can see how it wears on her love. Every cold sweat, dry heave, or dizzy spell seems to set the shinobi on edge. To ease his suffering she tries to make light of the situation.

“Did you know that female seahorses pass off the baby to the males when they are expecting?” she informed him as they sat on the bathroom floor. Gaara running his fingers through her hair as she rest her head in his lap. Her forehead clammy while her body gave soft tremors.“No, I didn’t,” he said trying to keep his voice light so worry didn’t filter in. “Why are you telling me?”“I just wanted to know if you wanted a turn, that’s all,” turning up to him with a tired smile. Against his will, he gave her a chuckle. “If I could, I would.” he replied gaining a light laugh from her, before her eyes widen. And in a quick practiced manner she returned to emptying her stomach into the toilet.

The man knows that she is worried. Her weak smile while trying not to vomit is an indication. In kind, the man tries his best not to cause her trouble. All of her focus should be on rest, not spending time worrying over him.

There are days she is fine. The lady of the land goes about her day, albeit slowly, tending to all her duties for the day. All of her movements are slow and measured, she does her best. And the change is welcome, Calming the Kazekage’s mind, until she smells food…or moves to fast…or stands too quickly…or simply stays awake longer than an hour. Then she goes right back to ‘resting’ in her room. Resting is what they call it, languishing in her ‘affliction’ is how it feels.

The pregnancy seems endless for both parties. The symptoms never ending and no medical answers besides:

“Some pregnancies are more difficult than others.”

But her extended illness begins to make Gaara believe that maybe there is something wrong with the child. It is almost too early to tell but his head is swirling with all that could happen.

“You know when mother was first pregnant with you, she was filled with energy,” his sister spoke leaning against his desk. Her brother’s tired eyes shifted to her. “I can’t remember everything, but I do remember her dancing with Kankuro and I. And she would stay up all night…reading or embroidery, she once even decided to take up cooking.” the woman chuckled.“Why are you telling me this?” his voice graveled even more so with worry.“All pregnancies are different Gaara. Just because she is feels horrible doesn’t mean you’ll loose her or the baby.”

The words don’t immediately take effect. With her youngest brother they never really do. But slowly they worm their way into his consciousness. The Sand-nin doesn’t fret when she wakes in the middle of the night, complaining of heartburn. Now as he takes care of her, it is a bit more hands on. When his wife vomits, he holds her hair, rubbing her back. Stress not heightening as he helps her.

Before, he had treated her almost as if she were glass. She was already sick why would he make it worse? But now he works to care for her better.

“Sorry about this,” She whispers weakly as he carries her back to bed.“It’s no trouble,” he says softly in her ear.

With the first trimester behind them, the vomiting finally ends. While she works to regain nutrients and over all health, Gaara stays by her side, his work as Kazekage brought to their room. The man not leaving her side.

“Love, I’m well I pro-” his wife’s words stopped as she made a strange face. The man had trained himself in knowing what faces she made. When she was going to be sick, when she was dizzy, when she had indigestion or when she was lethargic. But none of those faces matched the one she was making then.“Are you-?” his question stopped as she took his hand placing it on her slightly distended stomach.

“Feel!” she squeaked happily. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was referring to. He was seconds away from calling a medical-nin before he felt the movement. It was strange feeling movement under the skin but marvelous as a little push brushes against his hand. The push most insistent when Gaara pressed to feel it. “See!” she giggled. “That’s your Papa, little one.” His eyes widened as a dazed smile crossed his features. His child. The movement settled but the face of his love did not. Her features more bright and alive then he had seen them. The woman held a glow he had never seen before. It was almost like it shone from within. Was this the magical part everyone spoke of?

And soon her glow muddled green as she placed a hand to her lips. Perhaps it wasn’t that magical…

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[listen-see-better]

Our apartment, all our memories

Come to rest there under water

All the things that I thought meant the most to me

Green like the g train/ green like sea foam

[the-songs-of-my-life]

Aaron West & the Roaring Twenties - Bittersweet (2016)

67, Cherry Red

Goodbye, Carolina Blues

Green Like the G Train, Green Like Sea Foam

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[mysidewriting]

Through the Storm

From the start --> Previous chapter

Chapter Four:

The walls of Professor Oak's lab were lined from ceiling to floor in thick books. Titles ranging from things relating to the overall population of Kanto, to specific species of Pokémon. Large machines whirred in the background and an interesting assortment of the native beats wandered the lab, aiding assistants with their work or just lounging in corners.

The man himself was short, square faced, and entirely grey. He welcomed me ceremoniously with a large grin and a steady handshake. His hands were so raw with callouses that I felt as though I needed lotion after simply shaking hands.

He directed me towards a side room of the lab where some thick binders sat on a round table. I could tell by the scribbled words on the cover that Oak's work laid between the plastic. He promised my time here wouldn't be mostly reading and would actually include some hands on experimenting and sampling of the Kanto population, but for today it would be most beneficial for me to read as much as possible.

So that's what I did nearly all day. Sat at that round table with my nose in binders full of research findings and questions. As monotonous as it was, the content was shockingly interesting and exciting so I never got too distracted or bored.

Towards the end of the day I moved on to the last binder, a significantly thinner piece of research than the ones I had worked through. The cover was black and speckled with gold, a sheet of paper with a drawn rune on the front sparked my interest.

The index held nothing other than Pokémon names and page numbers, nothing I recognized at all. Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres, Mew, and MewTwo.

Articuno, currently believed to be sleeping somewhere in the depths of sea foam cave, was one of the three legendary birds. An ice and flying type and that held unspeakable power. I wondered if it was any stronger or even stronger than Lunaala or Solgaleo. Not much information was in the research about the ice bird, and not much was in there for the other two birds either.

Zapdos was last seen in the power plant near Pewter City and Mt. Moon. It was an electric flying type and was known for striking lightning with each beat of its wings.

Moltres, the fire and flying type bird had not been seen anywhere other than the sky in the last ten years. Its location was completely unknown, and its presence was feared by many. The bird was almost entirely covered in flames, much like the Phoenix spoken of in old mythology. Despite the fact that its location was unknown, researchers speculate that it was living in a tropical environment such as the orange islands not far off the coast of Kanto.

The final two Pokémon covered in the binder had their sections merged and not much information had been provided for either of them. I'd just started reading about the psychic type, Mew, when Oak entered and informed me it was time to head home for the day. He was surprised to see I had gotten through nearly everything and agreed to let me finish the last section tomorrow.

Green had invited me to stay at house for the whole week I was supposed to be in Pallet and working with his grandfather. I thanked him repeatedly, and promised to repay the favor in the future. The guest room was made temporarily mine and I unpacked all the contents of my backpack into the empty dresser, washing my dirty clothes in his basement. I met his younger sister, a girl who sparked no resemblance to the narcissistic man whatsoever. She was shy and quiet, only two years younger than me.

Daisy was a Pokémon groomer with a magic touch, not even my still rambunctious nidorina could act disorderly around her. She was calm and didn't react negatively when I asked if she would groom Type:Null, she only asked where it was from. We had tea together and talked about various things, she told stories of Green when he was younger and more annoying than he was now.

Later in the day, as the sun was falling beyond the horizon and the rattata scurried around in the shadowed grass for scraps, Green came back to the house with another guy in tow. They were both covered in dirt and debris.

"Cinnabar is uninhabitable, in case either of you were wondering." Green said as he tossed his dirty jacket into a corner of the living room. His sister rose her eyebrows in annoyance at him but he shrugged it off. "That volcano eruption destroyed everything."

"That's not surprising." Daisy stated bluntly, still gazing at her older brother with a look of aggravation. "The news said the eruption was huge."

"Eruption?" I questioned, gaze falling on the other guy who was shucking off his own jacket and hanging it up on a rack.

"Some volcano under Cinnabar Island blew up two months ago. Red and I wanted to see if anything from the city made it." Green explained, referencing the new guy. Red the champion of Kanto, oh.

"So that old mansion and the fossil lab are just destroyed?" Daisy asked.

Red nodded disappointedly.

"That's a lot of scientific research and history lost." Daisy complained, setting her cup of tea down on the side table. She stood from the couch both of us had been sitting on for the past few hours and scooped up Green's dusted jacket and Red's as well. "You should have taken Moon with you, though." She said as she left the room, likely taking the jackets downstairs to wash them.

"We'll take you with us when you’re finished with gramps's stuff." Green said with a beaming grin in my direction. "We're going to explore Seafoam Island with you."

Seafoam! That was where the ice bird was thought to be located, excitement gripped me and I grinned back to him. "You better take me with you!"

The three of us, excluding Daisy. Went out to the backyard where Green released half his team to wander and stretch before being in for the night. Red did the same and I gazed in awe at his bulky charizard and somehow intimidating pikachu. Green half forced, half requested me to release lycanroc and Type:Null so Red could see the rare species of Pokémon from Alola. I obliged and had to stop Null from ramming into Green's arcanine out of intimidation. Kai was preoccupied showing off to the two men staring at her with amazement.

Red wasn't much for words, as I learned when attempting to ask him about his training regimen. He'd just shrugged and pointed to Green - who then explained that they trained off each other for the most part. The only thing he did say was 'sure' when Green asked him if he wanted to watch some movie before calling it a night. The Pokémon were left outside while everyone in the house nestled into the living room to watch some cheesy flick about team rocket.

After it was over I told them about Alola's former Team Skull. How there was nothing all that scary about them aside from some crazy crap with Pokémon from another dimension. Both Red and Green stared at me like I was insane, I just shrugged. I wasn't really allowed to talk about ultra space or the ultra beasts with anyone other than those who already knew about them.

M//I met the champion of Kanto!

H//REALLY?! Ooh what's he like?

M//quiet haha //he's got a real scary looking charizard and pikachu

G//pikachu?

H//yeah why not a raichu?

M//idk and he wouldn't tell me if I asked

L//I've met him before too! He's very quiet, but very nice //I've heard that Kantonian Raichu aren't as strong as Alolan.

G//odd.

M//Gladion, the Null you gave me tried to fight Green's Pokémon for no reason hahaha

G//you brought it with?

M//yeah!

H//I still want one 😒

G//There's only two.

L//Moon's is much cuter than yours, Bub. 😝

G//Okay?

L//she also saved me life so

M//you wouldn't have died! Just probably broke something.... haha //also she?

H//HOW DID SHE SAVE YOUR LIFE? Why did you almost die!!!!

G//What did you do....

L//Moon and I found a weird cave and explored and I almost fell off a cliff 😅

G//Moon, that's exactly what I told you not to do...

M//this was before that though! //And I guess Null is just a girl now, ok haha

H//LILLIE DONT GO IN THERE AGAIN! You either Moon what the heck?

M//I want to go back though

G//D o n ' t. I swear to Arceus, Moon, do not go back.

Mew was apparently the first decedent of the god Pokemon, Arceus. The first Pokémon that created every other Pokémon? Something like that, the way the research was written it was hard to understand what they were trying to explain. Either way, it was rarely seen but apparently whenever it did appear in front of someone it was very playful and loved to play tricks on people.

Mew was the only other Pokémon known to use the move transform, where it took on the image of another beast. Ditto, the man made Pokémon, is such thought to be a failed attempt at recreating the legendary mew.

Mewtwo, was a more successful attempt to create a clone of Mew, for research purposes. Drawings were scattered throughout the pages of Oak's work. Depicting a humanoid figure with a long tail and two spinal cords. The lab it had been created in was destroyed with 180 casualties and almost all information about the man made creature was destroyed in the exploding lab. It used telepathy to speak with humans according to the information that had been saved... only eyewitness testimonials to its power... of those who survived, all believe it was Mewtwo who had destroyed the lab - killing all the professors and assistants.

The Pokémon had escaped and was now in hiding somewhere, likely in Kanto.

I want to find it.

The rest of the day was spent surveying the wildlife just west of Lavender Town. Oak provides both of us and a small group of assistants a helicopter ride to the area. I searched for growlithe and tried to tag at least two girls and two boys with trackers.

The only thing I could think about while looking at all the growlithe was my father's pet of the species. I struggled to focus on counting the population as my mind drifted to wonder about my mother's wellbeing.

I would have to call her again, check up on the whole situation.

Most of the work I did with Oak was relatively similar to the things I did the first two days. I learned a lot about the native species of Kanto, and helped to put away some new found information about some rarer species.

I'd explored the safari zone very thoroughly, seeing Pokémon that couldn't be seen outside of the 'playground' as easily, at least in Kanto. I certainly recognized a lot of them from Alola. We studied the interactions between humans and Pokémon by interviewing with various trainers, people with pets, and businesses that used Pokémon for various tasks. I helped a few of the assistants to put together a quick report on our findings. I got a chance to explore Mt. Moon much more thoroughly then I had when I transversed it myself. Finding some new areas and tunnels that I hadn't seen when I was only looking through the caves.

All of the time spent traveling across Kanto had exhausted me by the final night of my week with Oak. I'd spent most of the time after what Green had deemed 'work' for me, just lying in bed and listening to music. Recounting all the different things I'd done and seen already was amazing to me. I still had another five months to do similar things and I couldn't even imagine what events would unfold as I traveled and met new faces and Pokémon.

I was packing up my things from the borrowed dressers when Green suddenly burst in the room, a bag over his own shoulder. "One more day with gramps, huh?"

"Yep!" I passed him a small smile, "thanks for letting me stay here."

"You kidding, kid? It was a joy." He chuckled, "You’re always welcome to stay with Daisy and me."

"Thanks! Maybe I'll come back then. Maybe I'll come by every week." I joked. I stuffed a tightly rolled up ball of undergarments into my bag, hoping the man standing in the doorway wouldn't notice.

"Uh, let's not over use my generosity here." He affirmed warily, his eyebrows low and judgmental before realizing I was only kidding. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again, his tone taunting. "So you know what this means, right?" He said with a sly expression on his face. Sliding around the doorway so he was officially in the room, leaning against the wall.

I stared at him quizzically, "no, what?"

"Seafoam Island soon!" He half sang, the sound falling into more laughter.

I actually jumped with excitement, dropping my bag so nearly all the contents spilled out. "Oh! Right! I want to find that legendary bird in there."

"Ha! Fat chance." His voice was loud enough to make my ears ring. "It's nearly impossible to get to the bottom of the caves."

I returned a sly grin in his direction, "I can make it down there."

His hazel eyes rolled, over dramatic. "Sure, sure."

Note: So this is kind of a super uneventful chapter and I apologize for that. I may just post chapter five later today, to make up for that. To continue off of that... Could you guys let me know what you think of length for these chapters? I'm conflicted about how much to post at a time. :c So two things - do you guys want chapter five tonight/tomorrow? (Next chapter is posted!) and what do you guys want to see with length for chapters? (For reference, this chapter was around 6 pages long. Chapter three was a whopping 13-14) Thanks!

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[vordyceps]

on a calendar long enough, all my grief starts to decay.

on a calendar long enough, it grows more useless by the day.

#lyrics post #aaron west and the roaring twenties #green like the g train green like sea foam

[the-songs-of-my-life]

Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties - Green Like the G Train, Green Like Sea Foam

He invited me in, said his name was Jesse and to take a look around. I found my coat at the bottom of the closet, dug it out. The only thing that she left, there in the middle of the room, was the couch. She always hated the pattern or the texture; I can’t remember now. I relived those nights there, breaking down. I guess I’ll see myself out.

You kept me waiting like the G train. I held the door open for hours. I had to walk away. I rode the A line out to Rockaway. I’m always drawn to the water.

Walked the streets to the shore. Passed by the murals fading off of the wall, still licking the fresh wounds from a hurricane in the fall. And I watch them rebuild. I hummed a Ramone’s song, out of key, staring off at the skyline, over shorebreak. Remembering, that this same ocean almost killed me, South Carolina, sea foam green.

You kept me waiting like the G train. I held the door open for hours. I had to walk away. I rode the A line out to Rockaway. I’m always drawn to the water. I felt the weight.

On a calendar long enough, all my grief starts to decay. On a calendar long enough it grows more useless by the day. And I read that on a calendar long enough, New York will be returned to the sea. When the water gets high enough, it’ll take back everything.

So the subway and the G train, our apartment, all our memories come to rest there, underwater. All the things that I thought meant the most to me. I try to picture it, just the top of the skyline at low tide piercing the surface as the ships try to navigate their lanes. And there, alone and triumphant, on the crest of a wave, is the couch you gave away.

#Aaron west and the roaring twenties #lyrics #green like the g train green like sea foam

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Name: Victoria Nickname: VickyT or V. Zodiac Sign: Cancer Height: short as fuck 5′ Orientation: BI AND READY TO DIE Favorite Fruit(s): Strawberries, blueberries, mangoes Favorite Season: Early autumn  Favorite Book(s): Running with Scissors, It’s Kind of a Funny Story, The Stone Diaries, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge Favorite Flower(s): HYDRANGEAS  Favorite Animal(s): Cats, snakes, lizards, bugs  Favorite Beverage: ORANGE JUICE and bubble tea Average Hours of Sleep: 6 Favorite Fictional Characters: Ushio Amamiya (Shinshi Doumei Cross), Samus Aran (Metroid), Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu), Virion (Fire Emblem) Number of Blankets You Sleep with: 3 Dream Trip: Japan and Canada Number of Followers: 278! A- age: 22 B- birthplace: Portland, ME C- current time: 5:30 pm D- drink you last drank: Orange juice!!  E- easiest person to talk to: My sister~ F- favorite song: Green Like the G-Train, Green Like Sea Foam - Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties G- grossest memory: I don’t get grossed out easily. Nothing comes to mind. H- horror yes or no? Yes...definitely.................  I- in love? I fall in love with every cat I see.   J- jealous of people? I’m jealous of everyone who currently has a Nintendo Switch tbh K- killed someone? I murdered my past self in cold blood and I’m proud of it. L- love at first sight or should I walk past again? If you wear glasses and have brown hair I’ve probably already fallen in love with you tbh M- middle name: Lynn N- number of siblings: Two older sisters, two younger brothers, one younger sister O- one wish? N I N T E N D O   S W I T C H P- person you last called? My stepdad.  Q- question you’re always asked: “Are you even old enough to sell alcohol?”  R- reason to smile: Cats, video games, the smell of a new sketchbook S- song you last sang: Overweight - Blue October  T- time you woke up: Noon U- underwear color: ...it’s..a pokeball.. V- vacation: Currently vacationing studying in the Netherlands~  W- worst habit: SHAKING MY LEGS  X- x-rays: 3 (broken leg, broken wrist, back injury)  Y- your favorite food: Shrimp scampi + cheesecake  

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