#like the one with gill putting his hair up is one of the first ones i drew and the one with them dancing is the most recent one

[s0up1ta]

OKAY FJRST. THE LITTLE DETAILS FROM THEIR CANON DESIGNS/YOUR PERSONAL DESIGNS BECAUSE THEY ARE CANON TO ME TO THE AU

not to be the chip guy but of course he comes first. chibos little beanie instead of the captains hat is SUCH a great touch !! the fact he still has his necklace and his long coat in a different more cover-up-slut approach makes me insaneeeee god he's so. Just like me frfr. you just drew me but if i had long hair and more bastard swagger that's so coolio bro what the freaksauce... ALSO keeping his belt and piercings make me to happy forever and ever but swagever ! Im normal ^_^ WAITTT also the "coverupslut" tits thing is really funny to me obviously he couldn't be walking around like that in the Real World because it's lame and doesn't support his transgender swagger but I really love how you kept his midriff and the teensiest tiniest little bit of a happy trail because he fucking WOULD wouldn't he. he WOULD fucking look like that. and !! speaking of speaking of that his black crop top thing works really well with both his style and his style of dancing which I think is so awesome sauce broski AND THE BLACK NAILS. THATS IMPORTANT can i get you to make something canon for me from one guy to another you're such a good friend and this isn't me buttering you up at all but on a totally separate note did you know you're hot and cool and all your art is amazing and you're talented and smart. could you make it so jay was the one to paint his nails and he complained forever and ever about it he wad so annoyed but he only complained more when the paint started chipping and he forced her to fix it. staring at you with autism eyes Btw

gillion design is so real forever and ever and I'm totally okay about it bro trust. absolutely LOVE the fact he kept his necklace too but instead it's framed as a gift from pretzel and made as a Kandi necklace :〕 it's so sick ANDDD THE WAY HE DRESSES !!! his baggy black tank-top and belt with the pants bro you Get It he fucking. Would look like that humanized wouldn't he. the bracelets and the also black nails (that. And Again, looking at you with begging and pleading autism eyes. jay probably had to act like she was just SO down to do and felt like it for funsies so she could teach pretzel when in reality chibo just begged her because he's a little bitch and really wanted to bond with gillion because he's an idiot and couldn't think of a better way. Also his paint was chipping and he was mildly annoyed) AND !! THE HAIRRRRR holy shit my friend tumblr user and mutual soup s0up1ta im losing my actual goddamn ever-loving mind over the way you drew his dyed hair it's so fucking pretty dude THE COLORRRRSSSSSS THE COLORS IM BEING POSSESED AND TAKEN AWAY. THE VIBRANCY SNATCHED MY SOUL AND GOT ME VAPORIZED LIKE IT WAS DAYBRINGER SOLOMON SAVE THE WORLD AND SUCK EACH OTHER VAMP4VAMP STYLE MY FINAL MESSAGE

Oh my god. And pretzel. soup im losing my fucking MINDDDDD over pretzel i know when you showed me the (theses aren't posted yet. i get to be in the Cool Exclusive Friend Club for. Asecond >:DDD) drawings of her with the biker helmet i lost my shit then but I need to lose it again. i lose that very frequently. The little patches in her jeans and clips in her messy hair and home-made bracelets covering every part of her body that they can and her big fluffy skirts that mimic her frogtopus arms that spread out and her overalls QND THAT ONE DRAWING. WHERE AHE IS PAINTING GILLIONS EYELINER ON IM. SOUP IM SHAKING YOU IM LOSING OT and also. Of course she would like bluey <3

Now onto the actual writing for just a second because I need to ramble on how well you fucking Captured the way it was written so perfectly because like. Holy fuck dude

Tigers being paired with you Definitely is the best possible outcome because you have created something for me to be Insane about. I could picture everything so vividly and i heard that one line where it was him going "I want you. I want you baby" and i just completely saw your drawing of them arms linked and extended and I lost my MINDD soup. spinning in circles and shimmying like a deep sea isopod ruffling up dirt on the seafloor look at me in my dead ass eye holes because i cannot express enough how much I love that. everything in this fic was pictured entirely in your style and I'm so fucking normal about that I promise. i LOVE seeing the little details you move from both cannon jrwi and your designs into the way they're drawing because, and I cannot stress this enough that this is a good thing, they all look like Them. normally with au's it's them slightly off or that's Them just in a different outfit but NOOO dude you got it so perfect. yeah that IS what they would look like that IS how they would dress and act and look and fucking DANCE bro 🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

and finally just wanted to say the writing is sosososo good forever and ever but that's exactly what I would expect from Tigers101 the fnc guy and chip kisser themself alright not surprised in the least. and with the art being as amazing at going with it not nearly surprised it's sof uckign awesome seeing you grow and get more talented as an artist because DUDE !!!!!! HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE GROWNNNN its so awesome man

anyway leave you with this image

because i saw the part where chibo blushed and I pictured him in your style and i nearly whisper-screamed faggot out loud before catching myself because I'm tired <3 thank you for being you and so rad and sweet forever and ever and making the sick ass cool ass shit that you do im sohyped and so happy everytime I get. A message or a tag from you because I KNOWWWWW it means I get something to feast apon and i love it so much. already said it once but it's so nice i say it twice suck each other vamp4vamp style and save da world. my final message

I AM FRAMING THIS AND HANGING IT ON MY WALL FOREVER THANK YOU SO MUCH DUDE AUDHJSJSJDKFBJS 😭😭💕💕💕

#designing them all was SO fun bro im really happy i was able to translate them well into a modern au :) #genuinely had a blast with the outfits and accessories and ESPECIALLY designing a human gill and pretzel #like keeping some of gill's features i got going on in my design like his nose and hair and the tattoos being the skin markings #AND PRETZEL AUFHHS #i wanted her hair to be like the tentacles and to translate that unhinged 8 year old energy (i would know- i have a sister who's nine) #like the first thing i thought of was ponyo and i ran with that #and the jewlery jehdjejrhjrhf the beaded bracelets and necklaces pretzel and gill wear #and chip's little axe earring being a little more subtle but There #also incredibly small detail but he's got a mole where his scar is in his canon design so thats neat #but YEAH working on this has been such a blast and you can SEE how much ive grown just in the span of the months this has been going on for #like the one with gill putting his hair up is one of the first ones i drew and the one with them dancing is the most recent one #im so happy with how this has turned out and very excited for you guys to see the upcoming chapters because WE'RE NOT DONE YET BOYS >:))) #genuinely such a cool thing ive been able to work on dude im really happy people like it :) #s0up1talks

[libraryofgage]

Mermaid/Pirate Steddie Two

Part One

Have I already posted something today? Yes, yes I have but also I finally got through my block on this one hfjdks

I'll be working on Addams Family Steddie next but idk when that part might be coming out lol

anyway, as always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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Steve has taken over Eddie's large porcelain bathtub after it was moved to the main room of the captain's cabin. Steve is lounging in it now, a week into being on Eddie's ship, with his tail draped over the edge so he can submerge his head and breathe through his gills. It's infinitely more comfortable, even with the seaweed still wrapped along the length of his tail and reminding him of its presence with every twitch.

He sighs, bubbles rising from his gills in the "I'm beyond bored" pattern that Robin would light up at seeing. But she's not here, so Steve is left to once again turn Eddie's bat ring over in his hands, fingers brushing along the wings.

Eddie had shown him a drawing of an actual bat, and Steve still thinks they're freaks of nature. But he finds the ring itself a little endearing if only because it was Eddie's ring willingly given.

He smiles softly, the gesture only dampened by the sharp jab of worry over his guppies and Robin. They're probably losing their scales with worry themselves, scouring the sea and putting themselves at risk of being seen in their hunt for him. Steve can't even fault them, either; he would do the exact same thing if Robin or any of his guppies had been captured like that. He has done the exact same thing.

Steve sighs again, this time the bubble pattern expressing exhaustion and "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" He kind of misses having someone who actually understands what his bubble patterns mean, but he knows it wouldn't be fair to get frustrated with anyone for their inability to gain meaning from bubbles floating toward the surface.

He thinks, maybe, the worst part is being confined to the tub. Sure, it's infinitely better than the fucking bucket from the other ship, but Steve is still getting restless. He's like a guppy that's watching its siblings swim but still doesn't have the tail strength to swim itself. He feels trapped and has way too much energy with nowhere to spend it.

Steve hasn't mentioned this to Eddie, though. He'd been planning to, of course. In fact, he intended to tell Eddie that morning, but then they'd docked at some port city and Eddie had run off with the promise of being back soon. Steve had tried not to feel a little abandoned, left by himself with fucking nothing to do while Eddie prances around on land.

Before he can get too far into this line of thought (he's about three minutes from convincing himself that, really, Eddie shouldn't have left and could probably be taught the basics of bubble patterns as punishment), Eddie practically barrels into the room, vibrating with something Steve only recognizes as excitement when he sees Eddie's grin.

Steve surfaces, pushing his hair out of his eyes and leaning on the edge of the tub, twitching his tail slightly and exercising incredible control to keep from preening when Eddie's gaze lingers on it. "What happened?" he asks, slipping the bat ring onto his thumb, the only finger it fits.

Eddie drops to his knees, scooting closer to the tub until their noses are almost brushing. "I've got a surprise for you, sweetheart," he says, voice light and eager.

"Where is it?" Steve asks, returning Eddie's smile.

"It's on the deck! Do you trust me?"

For a brief moment, Steve thinks Eddie is about to throw him back into the ocean. Which, like, wouldn't be a bad thing, but Steve would be incredibly offended by the suddenness and wonder if he'd been imagining the draw between them.

But he's sure Eddie wouldn't do something like that without asking first, so he tucks it away as something only slightly possible. Steve nods and pulls back, bracing his hands on the edge of the tub before pushing himself up. He perches on the edge, his balance a little unsteady as he looks at Eddie.

Thankfully, Eddie catches on quickly. He scrambles to his feet and scoops Steve off the edge of the tub, one arm under his tail and the other wrapped around Steve's back. Steve holds onto Eddie's neck, still a little paranoid about being dropped despite Eddie's prior insistence that he wouldn't let anything happen to Steve.

"I think you're gonna love it," Eddie says, his voice soft and his breath warm against Steve's cheek.

Steve gets the urge to ask again, but he holds back as Eddie carries him up to the deck. The sky is covered in clouds, keeping the sun from blinding him when they emerge from the stairs. The deck is concerningly large for such a small crew, and Gareth is currently lounging against the mast, a hat pulled low over his eyes as he sleeps.

He's not very attention-grabbing, though. Not when there's a large...contraption in the middle of the deck. It has four wheels and is shaped like a boat, big enough for Steve to sit comfortably without his tail draping over the edge. There are cranks of some kind on the inside of the boat, and Steve realizes it's filled with water as Eddie carries him closer.

"What is this?" Steve asks, trying not to grimace at the discomfort of his scales beginning to dry out. They're starting to feel tight and itchy, a sensation he really hates, like they're going to split apart at any second.

Eddie grins wider and carefully sets Steve into the water, making sure he doesn't bump the tail or the seaweed wraps. He points at the crank to Steve's left and says, "That will make the back wheels turn. If you crank forward, you'll go forward, and back will make you go backward." He then points to the other crank by Steve's right. "This one controls the front wheels. Forward will make them turn left, and backward will make them turn right. You should be able to move around the deck with this."

Steve stares at the cranks for a moment before glancing up at Eddie. When he receives an encouraging nod in response, he slowly turns the left crank forward, lighting up when the boat does, in fact, move forward a few inches.

He's so overwhelmed with joy that he can't help the notes bubbling in his throat, rising and rising until he can't hold them back anymore. Steve doesn't even think before singing, a wordless tune that conveys just how truly happy he is, one that would leave Robin flabbergasted because she's never heard this tune before.

Because this tune is for courting gifts. Like, really fucking fantastic courting gifts. The kind of gifts that blow everything else clear out of the water and leave a merperson dazed and bubbly and floating without any direction from sheer happiness, bubbles bursting through their gills in joyous patterns.

Steve has never sung this tune before, but he's not at all surprised that Eddie is the person who managed to coax it out of him.

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Eddie knew the boat would be a good idea, but now he's thinking it was the best idea he's ever had and ever will. Even after hours have passed, after Steve has watched the sun drop below the water and asked Eddie to carry him back to the cabin, complaining about his arms being sore from turning cranks, Eddie is still reeling.

He's never heard a more beautiful sound. Eddie keeps replaying the tune Steve sang in his head, frustrated with his inability to recreate it just right and too flustered to ask Steve to sing it again. Because he gets the feeling it was special, something that Steve can't just do at the drop of a hat, but something he did because of Eddie.

Eddie twists his fingers in the sheet covering him, turning his head to glance at the tub where Steve is leaning against the edge. His eyes are closed, but Eddie knows he isn't sleeping yet. Steve submerges his head when he sleeps.

"Hey, Stevie," Eddie whispers, almost like he doesn't want Steve to hear so the comfortable silence continues.

Steve hears him anyway, of course, the flare of fin along the edge of his ear twitching slightly. He tilts his head a bit more, squishing his cheek against his arm, and somewhat lazily says, "Yeah, Eddie?"

Eddie turns onto his side, meeting Steve's gaze. "How'd you become a caretaker?" he asks. It's not the question he actually wants to ask; he wants to ask Steve to sing again, to let him drift to sleep to beautiful notes and lingering melodies.

He watches as Steve tenses slightly before forcing himself to relax. He takes a deep breath, his gills fluttering slightly before slowly exhaling. "A while ago, my pod had an...altercation with a pod from the southern seas. They kidnapped one of the guppies, Will, and the other guppies decided to rescue him. They snuck off one night and I followed them when I discovered what happened and..."

Steve trails off, frowning as he tilts his head to look at the small window, staring at the moon through the glass. "Well, long story short, there were lots of fights, our pod lost its previous caretaker, and we gained a new guppy the southern pod had captured. After everything, I couldn't let the guppies out of my sight, and they kept coming to me and Robin whenever they had problems. So, eventually, I just convinced Robin to be my partner and raise the guppies."

There's a lot going unsaid in that explanation, but Eddie knows better than to pry right now. Steve will tell him when he wants, and if he never wants to, that's fine, too. Eddie won't fault him for that. "Did you have a job before that?" he asks.

Steve hums softly, still beautiful and soft, but not at all the melody Eddie really wants to hear. "I used to scout for the pod," he says, "I would swim ahead and make sure an area was safe or find spots to rest when the pod traveled. When we stopped for long periods, I'd help gather food for the pod."

"You like caring for the guppies more," Eddie says, and it's not at all a question.

"Yeah," Steve replies, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "The guppies are great."

"Tell me about them."

"Well, first is Dustin. He's a little sea urchin, always talking back and getting into trouble, but he's sweet. Will is usually pretty quiet, but he's got a great imagination. Mike always hangs around Will, and he's kind of a squid, but he's going through an awkward growth phase. Lucas is the most active of them, and he likes to shadow the scouters when he can. Erica is his little sister, and she doesn't let the others get away with anything. Max is daring and brash, she tends to dive head-first into stuff, but she's also really protective. El is quiet like Will, but she's really smart and really caring. They're such a handful. Robin and I never have a dull day."

His voice is trailing off toward the end, and Eddie knows he's just moments from falling asleep. "I'd like to meet them someday," Eddie says, his voice softer than before, the words spoken more to himself than Steve.

Of course, that doesn't stop Steve from hearing him anyway. He hums again, this one quieter, and groggily mumbles, "Of course you will, Eddie. That's part of the courting."

And then, like he hasn't essentially rocked Eddie's entire world, Steve slips down in the tub. He submerges his head in the water, and Eddie can hear the quiet murmur of bubbles rising to the surface and popping as Steve breathes.

Eddie stays frozen for a few minutes, staring at the tub, and suddenly wondering if, maybe, somebody somewhere happened to write a merperson courtship manual.

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[sinning-23]

Fishbowl (Buggy x Siren!Reader)

I hope you guysss like this one lol it’s been in the works for a minute and is one of the last in the siren/mermaid series! Also sorry for any spelling errors! This one with be a two part red and definitely some angst? Or at least I’ll try lol angst isn’t exactly my specialty!

Anyway, ENJOY!

Your nails claw at the glass, leaving scrapes and indents in their wake. After being captured by these pirates, you were transported to a large glass dome on wheels. You were panicking, the screeching from your echolocation making passerby’s of the crew cover their ears and double over.

Why you? You hadn't even been by the ship...they just pulled up to the shore of your home island firing cannons as your sisters swam for cover. You directed them, helping them escape only to be grabbed by the hair an dragged to the shore before you could make your escape.

Any mermaid knew what happened when they were captured.... fin scales used for jewelry, the rich meat of your tails used in rare dishes. The your teeth would be grinder down to pearl like where’s, drilled for necklaces. Nausea builds in the pit of your stomach. This was it.

He approached you, lifting you by your hair as your gills opens and close at the side of your neck, an unpleasant, wet sounding “gasp” filling the silence.

“What a treat. My audience is gonna love you.”

You swallow hard, native tongue sliding off with venom. He sneers at this.

“Too bad I can’t understand you sweets.” Buggy chuckles.

He’s got your arm in an uncomfortable grip as he drags you across the sand and flings you into another crewmate. I’m some kind of silent agreement the carry you across the sandy beach to the temporary tank. Your stomach turns, glittery tears falling down your cheeks.

Currently, you keep clawing, scratching, and screeching, and the glass begins to crack at this latest noise. You needed to get out. But before you can fix your voice to scream again, he enters.

"Please shut your mouth sweetheart. You're not going anywhere.” He explains with a roll of his eyes.

You speak again, and of course, he can understand but it’s something along the lines of,

“I’ll kill you when I get out of here.”

_____4 months______

You scratched a tally for each day you were there, the fishbowl now adorned with a stand and a pretty label in fancy blue ribbon and gold paint. He forced you to act in his shows, putting your gifted set of pipes “to good use”. Even though your siren song was powerful, its intended purpose seemed to fade away.

Every song you sang, the sorrow of being captured poured into your notes, making the audience ever more mournful than they already were. Your songs and performances almost always ended in tears now, Buggy’s crew opting to wear earplugs in fear they’d end their lives then and there if they heard one more melancholic tune.

Buggy, on the other hand, was beginning to grow ever impatient. The first two months of shows had gone just fine! His crew and audience were so enamored by your beauty and sound. Now it was just pitiful. But even though it pissed him off his own decisions led to failure, he couldn’t help but want your gorgeous set of pipes to himself.

Often, he’s caught himself in a daze, wondering what it feels like to have you sing him to sleep, your hands caressing his face with a smile and he pulls into a sense of security. Fat chance though…

Besides, you hadn’t even really been properly introduced since that day he surprise adopted you(kidnapped). Perhaps he should make conversation? He shakes his head at the thought, sitting in his designated chair, just watching.

Your scales flash and flicker sparkles of light in the empty tent. Maybe that’s why he captured you in the first place? You were beautiful. And his did he love seeing those pretty glittery tears roll down your cheeks when you’d first met.

A smile plays over his lips when you catch him staring, your eyes narrowing for a moment before you press against the glass, blowing bubbles at him from under the water. You say something he can’t quite hear.

In a curious haze, he stands, walking up to your fishbowl, looking at each tally you’d engraved into the glass.

“Why won’t you let me go?” You hum, the water making your voice somehow sound prettier that ever, the slight muffle making him hum.

“Because I like sad songs.” He jokes, circling your glass prison.

How typical of him, to joke in a serious situation like this, well serious to you at least. He really takes time to observe you, the way your scales seem to be some sort of opalescent chrome.

How your hair floats around your face, your gills opening and closing ever so slightly. He admires the smaller fins adorning your spine and forearms. He wonders if you’re insecure about them.

“Sing for me.”

It’s a demand, and before you can protest, he’s already back in his chair, watching, resting his head against his closed fist.

Even though you feel obligated, your voice and song feel softer now. Almost as if the small interaction with the captain had only slightly lifted your spirit.

And somehow your hymn didn’t seem so dismal.

#x reader #reader is a siren #i don't care he's hot #one piece live action #one piece #opla buggy #opla buggy x reader #buggy x reader #one piece buggy #one piece x reader #buggy the clown #op buggy #buggy the clown x reader #angst?

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 19 all chapters

“Jane! Will you hear reason? (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear); “because, if you won’t, I’ll try violence.” -Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

WARNINGS: NSFW, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T, PLZ TAKE CARE, LOVE U ALL 😘😘😘😘

-It is unfathomable, the amount of dread that manages to build inside you as you make that short walk up the stairs and down the hall. Back to the bedroom, which may as well be your jail cell. The locks on the door engage with what is to you, an ominous click.

Did you really think you were going to get one over on a man who was a professional predator?

You little fool.

You find it hard to read John’s expression. Not mad, exactly, but not happy either. Pensive. You realize he’s deep in thought, and that almost scares you more than if he’d peppered you with threats.

What is he going to do to you?

He drops you down on the bed, hard enough that you bounce. Your first instinct is to try to scramble away, but he is on you in a second, pulling you closer with hands on your thighs that will not be denied.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He leans over you, trapping you in the cage of his arms and his torso. He is so much bigger than you, and you hate it that you find his looming body equally titillating as it is terrifying. Your hands gravitate to his chest, as though to keep him at bay, but mostly…just resting there, on muscle that is like warm carved granite.

You dare to look up meet his gaze, and find his eye has turned from swollen red to a vibrant royal purple. You know it must hurt.

Even more fucked up, you actually start to feel bad about it.

You reach up to touch his cheek lightly. “John…I’m sorry.”

His eyes narrow, and he looks you up and down so neatly trapped beneath him. “Oh, you’re going to be,” he practically purrs.

A trill of fear skitters down your spine.

“My ankle hurts,” you whine, angling for sympathy.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Pretty sure it’s yours.”

He chuckles at you, though there is a dark note beneath it all that lifts every hair on your body.

You are so fucked.

You cannot help but think he is savoring your nervousness, like a cat toying with a mouse. You are shaking like a leaf, and you flinch when he lifts a hand to your face. But he doesn’t strike you, just caresses the curve of your cheek.

You know deep down that he’s just priming you for what is to come, but fuck if it doesn’t feel wonderful to lean into his touch, and you can nearly pretend that he cherishes you. It almost puts you at ease—but you have already learned this man offers no comfort without exacting some impossible price for it later.

He settles farther into you with a low sound like a growl, rubbing the scruff of his beard against your face as though marking you. It is so primal, so far removed from anything civilized, and you…cannot suppress a sigh.

You should struggle and bite and kick—but in that moment, you just...don't want to.

“Hmm,” he grumbles, a sound from deep in his chest that you feel as much as hear. “My fierce little kitten. What am I to do with you?”

“Let me go?”

You don't know why you even ask. You already know his answer, but you just can't stop yourself. You are filled to the gills with the most agonizing mix of arousal and fear, nearly sick with the adrenaline racing through your veins.

This man will kill you just with the threat of waiting, it seems.

He answers by pressing his mouth to yours, taking your lips in a possessive and probing kiss that curls your toes. He pulls you closer, offering you a firm thigh between your legs to grind upon, and goddamn it that if lost in the moment, you don’t take him up on it. You feel him smile against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip.

 It leaves you dizzy with desire, and he takes advantage of your stupefied state, suddenly flipping you on your stomach. You scream a little with surprise, finding yourself bent over the edge of the bed, his narrow hips flush against your backside. You try to struggle up on your elbows, but he pins you down with a large hand between your shoulder blades. 

“Stay there,” he warns you. “Or I'll make you stay.”

Your heart is a thunderous timpani roll in your ears. With your face down in the soft sheets that smell so deliciously like him, you fear you know what’s coming next. Yet he takes his time about it, his gentle fingertips tracing your curves, down to the sensitive skin of the backs of your thighs. It makes you shudder—why does he have to be so gentle, while he’s being so terrible?

You feel his fingers bunch in your hem a moment before he wrenches your skirt up past your waist. 

You cry out, writhing on instinct, but again he pins you with his torso moulded against your back. The warmth of him, and the weight of him…is a damnably delightful thing.

“My bad bad girl.” You feel his fingertips ghosting up your thigh, up to trace the line of your panties over your buttock, teasing just inside the elastic. Your hands fist in the sheets; you can hardly stand it. His light touch feels uneasily wonderful, and your fruitless squirming beneath him is equally fueled by desire and dread. You can feel his erection pressing into your flesh. It does not help the growing ache between your thighs. It's possible you arch into him for a moment, before you regain your wits again, grinding your teeth against every iota of tainted pleasure this man makes you feel.

He cups the round of your butt with a groan of approval, the breadth of his paw making you feel impossibly small. 

“Such a perfect ass. Just made for spanking.”

A spear of cold fear pierces your insides.

“Please don't hit me.” You hate how utterly pathetic you sound, whimpering into the counterpane.

“No? You hit me first.”

“I...you kidnapped me!” 

“Hmm.”

You are realizing that's not going to be a viable defense with this man. 

“Just remember, kitten. Anything you can do.” He kisses the knob of your spine on the back of your neck, making you shudder.  “I can do to you.” Another kiss, lower on your exposed spine, that absolutely fries the wires in your brain. “Ten times worse. Understood?”

“Yes.” You are proud that your voice sounds somewhat level, because all you want to do is sob into the sheets. It makes you so angry, that he can manipulate your body this way, and that the threat of his brutality merely seems to serve as an amuse bouche to your arousal. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“So. My darling doesn't like hitting. I don't either. Should we make a deal?” 

“A deal?” 

“You won't hit me, and I won't hit you.”

“Ok,” you sigh, relieved yet knowing this is not something that in a sane world, should win your gratitude. Little by little, he's tying your hands more, stealing your ability to fight back, catching you up in the web of his game.

His voice drops low as he warns you, “Don't break a deal with me, sweetheart. You won't like it.” 

“I won't.” Your voice is so small, you hardly recognize it.

He makes a sound of approval from deep in his chest, running his hand down your back, almost like he’s petting you.

“But now we're back to square one. How am I to punish you?”

You make a squeak of surprise.

“But—”

“I’m going to have a black eye for at least a week. You owe me something.”

He kidnapped you, and you hit him trying to escape, so you owe him.

Class, welcome to Gaslighting 101.

Worse yet, you know it, but there’s not a goddammed thing you can do about it.

When you remain silent in your fury he further prompts, “Any suggestions?”

You cannot stop yourself from spitting, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He actually laughs at that, a low sound that tugs at your belly and makes you pulse between your thighs.

“I think I have an idea.”

His fingertips hook in the sides of your panties, drawing them down to bare your ass to him. “No…” You try to roll away, but he pins you again with his hips against the bed.

“Feeling shy now? I literally had my tongue inside your sweet little pussy a few days ago.” The reminder of this invokes a throbbing in your cunt that is not helpful at all.

“That was different…”

“Was it?”

A lump rises in your throat, and you barely manage to speak around it. “I trusted you then.”

“I’m still the same man, y/n.” He caresses the curve of your ass cheek, so gently. His fingertips stray agonizingly close to your weeping center, and you know you are a broken thing, for the flood of slick that answers him between your legs. You tremble as you fight not to strain towards him, like a flower seeks the sun. “I think you knew I was dangerous, even then.”

Your breath escapes in a shuddering sigh. He might be right about that…but the rest. There’s no way you could have even dreamed all the rest. You did not sign up for this. You’re going to have to keep reminding yourself of that, no matter how tenuous your reality becomes.

A small sound escapes you, as he bends to kiss the small of your back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, y/n.” His lips stray lower to the globe of your ass, and you quiver in a mixture of anticipation and fear. His thumb rests at the crease where your thigh meets your butt cheek, so close to your center that you could scream. “A bruise for a bruise.”

“Wait—”

His teeth sink into your ass, hard, and you squeal. 

“John!”

He holds you down, sucking mercilessly, leaving what you realize will be the worst hickey in the history of hickeys. It hurts, but a little voice inside your head sings out, it could be so much worse... and as it goes on...his mouth working on your flesh sort of feels good. You force yourself to remain still, gripping the sheets so hard that you feel like they should tear.

When at last he finishes with you, planting the gentlest kiss over the site he just utterly ravaged, you whimper with relief...and want. He continues his soft kisses, feather light, up your spine again, until his body is draped over yours once more, his erection in his pants fitting snugly in the crack of your ass.

Fuck.

You are a quivering mess beneath him, and there is a chaotic knot in your chest made of fear, desire, revulsion, and yearning. You are coiled tight as a spring, and you know, you just know that if he moved to take you like this you would absolutely let him, weeping with relief, even if you would loathe yourself for it later.

He kisses your cheek, ever so sweetly, as though he hadn’t just scared the bejeezus out of you and practically tried to take a bite out of you besides. “That’s my good girl. You took that so well.”

You can hardly believe the intoxicating flood of warmth that fills you at hearing those words. For the umpteenth time you wonder what the fuck is he doing to you?

You feel him start to move off of you, and before you can stop yourself you make a sound of protest, not wanting him to go.

“Shh. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He claps your behind just enough to make a sound—and a spear of longing to shoot through you.

Before you can complain about your deal of no hitting, he’s gone, leaving you cold and exposed upon the bed, wondering what the fuck just happened.

-By the time he returns you’ve righted yourself again, pulled up your big girl panties and got in a quick, semi-cathartic cry against the pillow that smells so wonderfully of him.

Dog is at John’s heels, and he is ever so happy to scarf down the remains of your sandwich that still littered the floor.

John scoops up the book that nearly took his head off. You can see his left eye is swelling angrily. He should have iced it immediately—but he had other things on his mind.

“Did it have to be War and Peace?” he grumbles with a frown.  

“Seemed fitting.”

He snorts, though the look he pays you isn’t exactly kind. “Remind me to hide Anna Karenina,” he says, but just replaces it on the shelf, not even bothering to take it away from you.

You guess he won't fall for the same trick twice. 

You're right about that.

After he wraps your ankle with ACE bandage and sits for a while with frozen peas on his eye, he installs a camera up in the corner of the room, right where you can see it. 

“This will stay here until you prove to me you can be trusted with privacy.” 

You frown, but say nothing in return.

-Later, you are resting together in bed, almost like a normal couple. At his demand you agreed to snuggle with him, settling in at his side. His arm is around your shoulders, your head on his chest. The scene is almost sweet, but he has the cold pack on his eye again, and you are elevating your ankle on a pillow.

What a pair you make.

He adjusts the compress on his eye, and you are taken aback after he so insisted on punishing you, he seems to find it funny, a huff of laugher escaping him. “Don't tell anyone you got one in on John Wick, they'll want to hire you.”

Though you should be cautious after everything that just happened, this piques your voracious curiosity once more.

“Were you a big deal, in your world? 

“I was...good at my job.”

“How did you get into that?”

He juts his bottom jaw, the way you've noticed he does when he's agitated, or thinking about something he doesn’t like. 

“I never really had a choice,” he answers finally. “I was an orphan, and the people who took me in trained me to be a killer.” 

You blink at that, trying to decide if he's fucking with you or not. 

“That's like, some Agent Salt shit.”

He tilts his head, not following. 

“You know. Like, KGB Russian sleeper agents?”

He snorts. “Sure, I guess. I might have liked KGB training, compared to what we went through.” 

Before you can stop yourself, you reach up to touch his face, stroking his beard with the blade of your thumb. 

Jesus, you should not feel sorry for this man. But Goddammit. Something tells you that he's absolutely telling you the truth. Something about the way he delivers it, and the way he is…it tracks. He’s not trying to sound tough, or brag, or make up a good backstory about his past.

It just…is, and it breaks your heart in two. 

#john wick #john wick fic #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #bittersweet john wick imagine #yandere #yandere john wick #please enjoy your weekend dose 😂😂 #😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

[v3lvieraven]

Yandere! Lemon shark X Reader

Marine biology was your passion, this was one of your new projects that involved a few more people than you would have liked it too. Most of them were either total assholes or lazy, either way though, you still managed to have fun with it. You were placed in a small cottage, where you would reside for as little as 3 weeks to 5 months to study the new kelp forests.

Strange ruins had been surrounding them, species of fish that lived in the abyssal zone (abyssopelagic) had been spotted near.

Tonight you had to research and observe the kelp forests closely underwater, your co-worker that was supposed to be with you, was talking selfies on the shore with her bathing suit on. Your eyes roll as you take mental notes on your surroundings, still recording with your waterproof camera… your completely still as the fish swim around you gracefully, an anglerfish comes out of the kelp getting right up to your face. You gasp, slightly in fear but mostly amazement before It swims away to catch its prey.

You hum in satisfaction, swimming up to the surface to take off the goggles and rub at your eyes, feeling the drowsiness seep in. You notice that the girl- known as Jane, had left. You groan before diving back in only to be met with two yellow eyes, his dark hair with white streaks at the bottom shone in the moonlight. He wasn’t human at all, he didn’t have gills but it seemed as if he could breathe perfectly fine, his hair is down to his knees, a giant silt smooth tail with little shark fins going down it stood out.

He had claws, long claws, his feet were webbed a little bit, and he had resembled a lemon shark… but humanoid. With legs and a long tail fins on his back.

His movements are hesitant as he inspects you, you reciprocate this inspection from a distance, mouth agape with the mask being the barrier from salt water filling your lungs. He comes closer, grabbing your hand, you jump slightly to pull away. He lets go quickly with a widen of his eyes, not because of you , but he heard rustling from above the water… he glared at the land above, turning back to you he points to himself and then puts a finger to your mask, right where your lips would be…. He was telling you to be quiet about him..

Sometimes you would see him out of the water, walking around cautiously, staying near your cabin. The first two weeks you both were wary of each other, but he still followed you around in the water and on shore… after you both got used to each other, he would cling to you. His claws sometimes leaving marks on your back when he hugged you, but only when you were about to leave. Some of the teammates that would slack off disappeared, only in the day though, when you were asleep. Each time he would seem so giddy that same night…

It had took four months to finish your project. When you had to leave he was absolutely devastated, but made no move to stop you, only taking off your mask and giving you kisses all over your face.

You went back to your aquatic lab, consisting of many sea animals, lake animals and more in enormous tanks to resemble their natural ecosystems for a better effect. You came back about a week after you left to upload all of your documentations, files, reports and more… they had been working on a new kelp forest environment for the specimens you had picked carefully.. but why was he here too??

He puts his hand on the glass while staring at you with a lovesick smile, watching as your mouth hangs agape. He takes the wet soil onto his finger and traces something onto the glass- “Novak”

You had asked your lead scientist about why he was here…

“Miss-“

“Marlowe” she corrected yoy sternly

“Marlowe… what is he doing here?”

“He had caused a commotion for the town nearby, so we got alerted and now we are studying him.” She informs you without an ounce of emotion “He has been a bit.. aggressive.. towards other staff members, they won’t go in his tank at all… so I was hoping you would be brave enough to go in?” She asked, you nod.

Your swim gear was tight against you with the water, swimming near the man he immediately hugs you, pulling you into his new cave, a big air pocket present as he drags you onto the rocky shore. There were cameras in here of course, he knew that.

“My Name is Novak” he mutters quickly, his body quickly surrounded yours as he cuddled you tightly. His claws digging into your back once again, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a big mark.

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If you can’t tell I really like marine biology and kelp forests, love to include them in my writing as well.

#yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster oc #monster x Reader

[forlorn-crows]

I absolutely love your writing, the "First Time" MountainDew fic almost put me in a coma, I beg you, I desperately need more of them and if Mountain could edge Dew to hell and back and make him cry and beg and then take care of that little mess he is, I would simply ascend. I would die for gentle giant Montain honestly. Please and thank you, if you decide to write. Also never stop writing okay bye 🖤

im glad you enjoyed that fic, i really liked how that one came out! this prompt was a good distraction for me today and from my WIPs, so thank you for that.

a little bit of water ghoul dew and gentle edging earth boy mount for you.

Mountain speeds his hand over Dew’s leaking cock, swallowing all the sweet little moans huffed into his mouth. He smiles against his lips when he starts bucking against his hand.

“N-no, don’t—Mount, please—”

“Not yet, water lily,” he mutters. “A few more, hm?”

“Uhn,” he whines, reedy and desperate. “Lemme cum, please lemme cum.”

Mountain slows his strokes, thumbing over the slit. Slow and teasing, just enough to make Dew gasp and sob. The hot tears pooling in his eyes spill down already damp cheeks, dropping onto the earth ghoul’s collarbone in little splatters. 

“Mount.”

“Uh uh.” He gives the base of his dick a squeeze. Dew almost howls, even more precum spurting out onto Mountain’s hand before he pulls it away completely. ”Wanna hear more of those pretty noises.”

The water ghoul drops his head onto Mountain’s shoulder, sweaty hair falling over his face. His hips are still stuttering, fretfully chasing a fading release. He grumbles. The bigger ghoul runs a soothing hand over his fluttering spine fins. They’re damp and cool with sweat, fully fluffed in Dew’s worked-up state. The warm touch births goosebumps all over his back, and he sighs at the tingly feeling. 

Mountain places a small kiss to Dew’s temple. “You’re doing so well, darling. So so good for me.”

Dew huffs. “Be better for you if you let me cum,” he mumbles into the earth ghoul’s skin.

“That so?” Mountain pushes back the damped locks of silver hair with gentle fingers, smiling at the streaks of tears and the damp lashes on his drooping eyelids. 

Those same eyes scrunch up as his cock gives another involuntary twitch against his stomach. A pained sound falls from his lips, swollen and red from where he had bitten them to stave off release. 

Mountain signs and nuzzles his nose up and down one of Dew’s horns. Holds him a little tighter. “Always make such pretty sounds,” he says softly. “Could really listen to them all day. Jerk you all slow until you can’t take it anymore, that lovely mouth right against my ear so I can hear everything.” His hands are already roaming again, dipping down to knead at the tiny swell of Dew’s ass.

“Fuck,” Dew hisses. 

“That’s it.” He dips down to ghost his lips over the gills on Dew’s neck. The tiny fins quiver under Mountain’s mouth. Dew lets out a breathy moan and tips his head to give him better access.

“Touch me,” he begs. “Please, I’ll be good, won’t cum, but—hah—your hand, you gotta—” Dew continues his nonsensical babbling, pushing his hips further and further into Mountain’s lap. 

“Yeah? I gotta?” Mountain runs his fingers over the fins on Dew’s hips. Light, teasing. Edging closer and closer to his ruddy cock. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Dew clutches the back of Mountain’s neck like he’ll pull away if he doesn’t—though he might just, considering the long afternoon they’ve already had. 

“Yeah?” Mountain dips his tongue into his middle gill just as he palms his tightly draw-up balls, and Dew nearly loses it right there. 

“Lucifersevenhellsfuckingbastard—” The earth ghoul cuts him off by sealing his mouth over the span of his gills and giving a squeeze to the base of his little cock. More of those sweet noises pour from Dew’s mouth unbidden as his big hand works him over once more; short, wet strokes as the water ghoul’s thighs twitch with need. Mountain’s hand wraps around him completely, never leaving an inch of his cock untouched as he strokes.

“You wanna cum, water lily?” Mountain purrs. 

Dew keens, tossing his head back. “Please, oh Mount, please let me cum.”

The earth ghoul polishes the flushed head with his thumb, teasing the foreskin back. “All over my hand?”

“Fuck—yes, let me—”

“You really can’t hold it in? One more time? You said you would.” His voice is honey-sweet, but his actions are anything but. 

“No, nonono.” Dew cants his hips into his hand, close to the edge just as quickly as he was ripped away from it. 

“You’re sure, darling? Want me to give it to you?” Every movement of his lips teases the fins on his gills. The shivers down his spine are relentless, making his cock kick with every wave—and every wave brings him closer to desperation, closer to the point of no return. The way Mountain strokes him certainly doesn’t help him any. 

"Yes—uh—please."

Mountain hums, the end of it leaning more towards a moan. If Dew wasn’t two seconds to busting, he’d notice the shaky inhale, the heaving of his chest that follows. “You always beg so sweetly for me. How can I resist?”

“Fuck,” Dew cries, tears spilling over once more. “Close. Tell me—tell me I can.”

“Go on,” the earth ghoul whispers. “Cum for me, water lily.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Dew’s arching into his hand, sobbing his name as he spills all over his knuckles, even splattering a little onto his own stomach. Mountain just holds him, groaning as some of the milky fluid dribbles onto the bulge in his pants. Later, he thinks. 

Dew collapses into him, chest heaving, arms wrapping feebly around the bigger ghoul. He tucks his face into Mountain’s neck, huffing hot, humid breath onto his skin. The earth ghoul rocks him gently. Whispers tiny words of praise into his silver hair. Ignores the way his ass slots perfectly over his crotch. 

Later.

#ask #assasinprocrastinator #ficlet #the band ghost #fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #water ghoul dew #mountaindew #mountain/dew #dew/mountain #still not doing too great but writing a lil something actually did help #so thank you #off to bed now

[bizlybebo]

jrwi headcannond

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YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY HII ANONNN

this is such an awesome fucking ask to get. ouguohigohoh i’m about to RAMBLE

plspls let me know if the post doesn’t minimize so i can add a “read more” thing i don’t wanna clog peoples dashes

I’ve really only watched PD and Riptide so. take these ^__^ (SPOILERS UP TO RIPTIDE EP109 AND UP TO PD S2 EP19)

Riptide:

- Chip tried to teach Gillion sign language, but he was very confused at first. He didn’t get it because signing “sun” didn’t make a literal sun, etc. He even thought they were magic spells/incantations at one point. Eventually, though, Gill finally understood them— most prominently, the sign for “I love you”. He signed it to Jay during that moment in ep 53, and Chip found the slightest bit of strength during that moment in 109 to curl two fingers in and sign “I love you” to his crew, with what he thought was the last of his strength.

- Mae (May?) Ferin has very curly hair, which was brown but greyed with age. Jay got the vibrant orange hair from her father, but in my brain she has the curls from her mother, and to me that symbolizes how she strikes a balance between being a Ferin and being her own person, following what her mother wants for her (which is just to be happy).

^^^(Ava Ferin had the same hair as her father. She was the spitting image of what a navy captain was meant to be. She was like a mini Jayson growing up.)

- All the Ferins have wings. That’s it. Jayson’s, Jay’s, Ava’s, etc. are white, slightly blue-ish feathers. Drey’s wings are brown and black. His wings are pretty out of shape now, he can’t really fly anymore, but he can still lift them enough to put them over Jay’s, or Ollie’s, or Finn’s shoulders, and it’s like a blanket. He does it to Earl sometimes just because Earl hates it lmao

- Gillion has very long hair and prides himself on all the ways he can braid it into the traditional styles of the Undersea. It’s a slightly different way of braiding than on the oversea, though, so he taught his way of braiding to Jay, who taught her way of braiding to him. They also taught Ollie. who does Drey’s hair for him and occasionally Chip’s if he can be convinced.

- Hair is also a very sacred thing in the Undersea— one only cuts their hair when they have lost a battle, and so long hair is very respectable. When Gill first was exiled to the Oversea, his hip-length hair got cut very short, up to his chin. It grew out gradually over the campaign, but he tried to cut it after the events of 53, only being convinced not to by Jay when she fully understood why he was doing it. Gillion prides himself very much on his hair.

- Jay is dyslexic. In the Feywild, during that one segment, she lost the ability to read because the magic was preying on one of her insecurities, in a sense. Dyslexic Jay the headcanon i truth most.

- Chip has mild apraxia. It’s real to me.

- Also all of albatrio has/had speech impediments cause I said so. Gillion has rhotacism, Jay has a stutter, and Chip had a lisp growing up which still slips out occasionally.

-Joke headcanon that slowly became real to me: Gillion did Chip’s top surgery in ep 15

Prime Defenders:

- MORE SPEECH IMPEDIMENT HEADCANONS CAUSE I LOVE PROJECTING !! Dakota has a lisp/stutter, and Ashe has a general speech disruption. Ashe also has selective mutism ^__^

- To me, Summer and Cantrip had an enemies to lovers sideplot in early to mid season 2. I think Doug probably mentioned how when he was a villain, he worked with this girl Cantrip, who was Ruby’s sister, and Summer got curious and was like “damn. I wonder where she is now” and sought her out to try and talk to her. And literally their early dynamic was Jade going “kys” and Summer being like “i can fix her!!!”

- Xavier and Jade are mlm wlw hostility. Summer and Doug are mlm wlw hostility. Not reaaaally a headcanon but i had to say it.

- William’s family was very religious growing up. He also came from one of those small, Southern hunting towns and so he has the accent and everything (moomin infected my brain with this one <3).

- The PD season 1 finale took place a few days before Halloween, and the four of them had matching costumes planned out together but never did get to wear them.

- Also, to me, the greyscale arc takes place on or very close to Christmas.

- Dakota didn’t really celebrate his birthday nor Christmas for many years because of how lonely those holidays got for him— he didn’t really get a very good birthday/xmas after the events of the Resurgence. However, Tide didn’t know this and got him a birthday gift once, and Dakota ugly cried while hugging him.

- Shockwave was transmasc. He means the world to me. (Also why Tide is such a good hashtag ally)

- Dakota is very scared of spiders for no apparent reason. Whenever they show up he jumps up onto a table or onto Ashe’s back and tries to fight it off with a broom. Ashe is the one who has to take care of it.

- Gender straight up Isn’t Real on Fauna. Vyncent is literally genderless but nobody asked him when he got to Prime so he literally just went along with being he/him’d and didn’t really mind. (this one’s from arachnid lmao)

- Doug and Summer are queerplatonic that’s it that’s the post

- Ashe is a natural blonde, just like Mark, but bleaches their hair. Everyone was fucking shocked to find out about this

- Lightspeed and Wordsmith are also mlm/wlw hostility. real and canon to me

this is literally just the first ones off the top of my head i have so many but i’ve been writing this post for nearly an hour so i think i’ll cut it off here ^__^

#vixen rambles #vixen answers #the PD rambles got LONG and not super comprehensive sorru </3 #jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi pd #prime defenders #jrwi headcanon

[coffeeghoulie]

threw caution to the wind (got a lousy arm)

so I've been in a lil bit of a funk lately, and my brain went "dewther angst" so here we are. Title and some plot details taken from G.I.N.A.S.F.S. by Fall Out Boy.

Aether/Dew, but some references to polyghouls

Contains suicidal ideation and hurt/comfort, please be careful, and if you don't feel comfortable reading that do not feel obligated to read this. your mental health comes first <3.

3k of me putting Dewther into situations and I'm sorry (kind of)

When he had been summoned, Dew's eyes were blue. Bright, baby blue, a clean water, glacier streams, clear sky kind of blue. They had been his favorite part of this strange new vessel, this fragile, slender human form that had been gifted to him by the humans who summoned him. Aether had sung their praises too, sappy like that, lips pressed close to his ear as he stood behind him.

The worst part of recovering from his elemental transition had been the first time he looked in a mirror. That familiar blue was gone, burnt away to a dark brown that glinted amber when the light hit them right.

For some fucked-up reason, that had been the breaking point. It wasn't that half of his pack and his Papa were dead and gone. Not that complete strangers had been summoned to take their places. Not that the clergy had decided it was cheaper and easier to conduct an experimental ritual on him and change his element than summon a new fire ghoul. Not that he had been torn apart, lit on fire and rewritten. It wasn't that he no longer had access to his water magick, the element he had been born to, summoned in. It wasn't his gills or fins or tail being gone. It was that his eyes were different.

And when he stared at himself in the mirror for the first time since before his Papa had been dragged off stage, it was the last straw on the camel's back. Everything hit all at once, nothing held back their punches. He broke, so completely and in such jagged, tiny pieces, there slumped over the bathroom counter, where Aether and Mountain found him several hours later, cried out and exhausted.

No one's going to find him this time. He's in his own hotel room, the door locked and deadbolted, and leaning heavily on the bathroom vanity, hours after the band had checked in after this last Ritual. Mountain's in Rain's room, Aether thousands of miles away back at the Abbey.

The clergy had made him retire, replaced him with a new, younger ghoul, just as they had done to Sunshine. Aether and Sunny had promised they'd call every day when the band left on tour, just as assurance that nothing had happened to them while the rest of the pack and Papa were away.

Aether hasn't called yet today. Dew stares at his dark eyes in the mirror, the skin under them thin and bruised with lack of sleep. His hair hangs limp and stringy, damp from a rushed shower, and he can't be damned to brush it out or put it up. He feels small in a way he hasn't in years. He knows, Lucifer below he knows how hard it is to keep track of timezones, but it's getting close to the twenty fourth hour of radio silence and it's starting to wear on his nerves.

Dew will never say it out loud, but he's afraid. He glances down at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with an incoming call. The phone screen is dark, the silence only rattling him more. Dew swallows, unlocking his phone and pressing the call button next to Aether's contact, pressing the phone to his unglamoured ear. It rings, and rings, and rings, and-

"This call has been forwarded to an automatic voice-"

Dew growls, hanging up on the robotic voice and storming out of the bathroom. He has enough sense of mind to fling his phone into the mattress instead of at the ceramic tile of the shower wall. "Fuck!" he snarls, tail lashing behind him as he paces the hotel room. The phone still doesn't ring.

He reaches out through their bond, but it's stretched too thin, like a rubber band pulled taut. Dew tries and tries and tries anyways to reach out for Aether, but all he can glean is that Aether's alive, and really, that doesn't mean too much when he and Sunny are stuck, trapped with a clergy capable of rewriting and destroying ghouls on a whim.

He feels his knees start to tremble, feels his heart tighten the way it did when he found out it was just him and Aether and Mountain left of their pack. He squeezes his dark eyes shut, wills his breath even, and grabs his phone, pulling on one of the shirts in his bag.

It stings when the fabric falls down his thighs, billowing around his thin arms, realizing with a curse that it's one of the old band tshirts he stole from Aether. It still smells like him, a little bit, underneath the cinnamon-smoke that is Dew, that familiar ozone and fresh air baked into the weave of the fabric.

He grabs his room key off of the dresser, shoving it in his pocket as he storms out of the room, letting the door latch behind him. Dew barely remembers to put his glamour back on before he leaves. He can't really bring himself to care, but he does it anyways, grey skin melting to a more acceptable human tone, ears, horns and tail melting away. As shitty as he feels, a scolding from Papa sounds even worse.

Dew slips into the stairwell at the end of the hall, climbing up and up and up and up until he finds the door to the roof access. It takes him a minute to pick the lock, but then he takes in a breath of fresh air, eyes slipping shut as he steps out onto the roof.

He swears to himself he's not going to do anything stupid. The next Ritual is in a day and a half, and as much as he misses having his whole pack near, having his mate with him at his side, he genuinely loves what he does, put in too much work to give it up. He leans out on the ledge, the concrete digging into his bony hips, looking out over the city.

It's so far up, he can barely hear the traffic down below. Dew glances up at the night sky, hoping to find some solace in the stars, in the way they remind him of Aether's eyes. But he forgets, so used to the darkness surrounding the Abbey, that the light pollution blots them out. Dew lets out a pathetic sob, doubling over as he braces himself on the ledge of the roof.

Trembling hands unlock his phone, hitting the call button again. "Please pick up, Aeth," Dew whispers, the wind covering up his words. "Aether, please."

The phone rings. And rings. And rings. Dew can hear his heart pound in his throat. Holds his breath until the scars where his gills once were ache.

"Your call has been forwarded to an-"

Dew screams. The wind carries the noise far away. It takes every ounce of self-restraint in him to keep from slamming his phone down on the concrete ledge. He clutches at the taut band of his and Aether's bond, eyes squeezed shut against the wind. He knows if he were quintessence instead of fire, he'd be able to know more, glean a little more information from the thread connecting them, but all he can feel is Aether's heart continuing to beat, see the faint outline of his shadow on the other end burned into his eyelids.

He doesn't know how long he's out there on the roof. The wind whips through his damp hair, the late night chill biting through Aether's shirt. It's so cold, and his fire can only do so much to keep him warm. If he had been summoned fire, if it had been his to begin with, would it have done more?

Dew sinks to his knees, the rough concrete scraping his skin through his pants. He waits for the inevitable, clinging to their bond and waiting to feel it snap. He knows that when it goes, when Aether goes, that's it. It will be what breaks him completely, with no hope of recovery. He's never been afraid of heights, he thinks as he gets one last glance at the traffic ten stories below.

His phone rings.

Dew startles, dropping it as he scrambles to answer. To his dismay, he accidentally hangs up the call, the contact picture of him and Aether laughing at some unheard joke disappearing. "Fuck, shit, fuck," Dew curses, rambling as his cold, stiff fingers try to dial again. "Satan fucking dammit!"

Thankfully, the phone rings again, and Dew presses it to his ear, actually accepting the call this time. "Aether," he sobs, the weight lifted from his shoulders so quickly it makes him dizzy.

"Sorry, love, things got a little hectic in the infirmary, couldn't call on time, I promise I didn't forget," Aether says, and even though his voice is a little tinny through the phone speakers, Dew sobs at the sound of it. Real, legitimate proof that he's alright. "Dew, love, are you crying?"

Dew shoves his fist into his mouth at the genuine concern in his tone, can picture the furrow in his brow, imagines a warm hand on his shoulder. His tears freeze on his windburnt cheeks.

"Dew, talk to me, baby," Aether says. "Baby, I can feel it, you're not doing good, are you baby?"

"No," Dew sniffles. "Aeth, you weren't answering. I, I thought-" He trails off, unable to put his worst fear to words.

"I know, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you," Aether whispers, and Dew presses the phone closer to his head so hard it hurts. Needs Aether's voice right in his ear, any further and he feels like he's going to lose it more than he already has. "Who are you with right now, Dew?"

"S'just me," Dew whimpers. He unglamours his tail, wrapping it tightly around himself. He presses his back up against the concrete ledge, drawing his knees to his chest. "Got a room to myself tonight."

"Baby, I can't really hear you, all I can hear is wind," Aether says, and Dew curses to himself as Aether's voice grows more and more concerned. "Dewey, where are you?"

Dew squeezes his eyes shut so tight it hurts. "I'm on the roof," he admits. "Came up here when I was waiting. I got scared, Aeth."

Aether curses. "Dew, please tell me you weren't-"

Dew feels the faintest brush of quintessence down their bond, laughing wetly at the familiar sensation that only makes his heart hurt more. "Aether, I haven't done anything yet," he says, scrubbing under his eyes with the sleeves of Aether's shirt.

"Yet?" Aether says, unable to hide the panic in his voice. "Dewey, don't you dare."

"Aether," Dew says, voice cracking hard. "I thought the clergy had you. I thought I was about to feel it break. And if you went, I was going to follow you. Aether, if you go, I go."

"Oh, Dew," Aether says, and Dew hates the way he can hear Aether's voice tremble, hates that it's his fault. "Dewdrop, I need you to get down from the roof, okay?"

"I don't want to, Aeth," Dew whispers. There's a lump in his throat that won't go away no matter how many times he swallows. "Aeth, I was so scared, I'm still so scared. I went to look at the stars but I can't see them and I don't want to lose you."

There's silence for half a second, Aether's voice a little quieter, like he's moved the phone away from his mouth. "Sunny, call Mountain for me? Right now," Aether calls out. He sounds scaredin a way he hasn't heard since his transition, when things weren't looking too good for him, and Dew hates himself for making his mate feel like that again. "Tell him to get up to the roof as soon he can, Dew's up there alone and he's not doing real good right now."

"Dewey," Aether says, voice clear as he puts the phone back to his ear. "Can you keep talking to me, baby? I need you to keep talking. Need to hear your voice, baby boy. It scares me when you go quiet."

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Aeth," he says, shivering as the wind kicks up again. "I hate this so fucking much."

"I know, darling, I hate this too," Aether says, tone level and even, and Dew thanks the Father Below that at least one of them can stay rational in this moment. Dew tightens his grip on their bond, claws digging into the palm that's not holding the phone. The smell of copper hits the air, rushed away by the wind.

"Aeth, I miss you so much. It hurts so much, I'm spending every moment waiting to feel it break," Dew says, the tears starting up again as he imagines it, the snap and recoil of a bond stretched so tight it bursts, the searing, unimaginable pain of knowing what happened, of being unable to do anything about it.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, Dewey, I swear on my life," Aether promises, and Dew cries out.

"Don't. Not on your life," he sniffles, drawing his tail tighter around himself. "Promise on anything else, Aeth. I cannot fucking lose you. I won't survive it."

"I know, Dew," Aether tries to soothe him, wants to wrap his mate up in a tight embrace and never let him go, but what good is wanting when he's on the other side of the world? "I can't lose you either, Dew. It would break me if you were gone. I'm no good without you."

Dew stiffens, the spade of his tail smacking against his shins as it lashes back and forth.

"Dew?" Aether asks, sending more traces of quintessence down the bond, seeking out whatever contact he can. "Dew, baby, I need you to talk to me."

"M'still here," Dew says, whining into the receiver. "I'm sorry, Aether, really didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay, baby," Aether says, and Dew can almost feel a warm caress across his cheek, imagines Aether's thumb wiping away his tears. "Mountain's coming up to get you, darling. I really don't want you to be alone right now, okay? It's not that I don't trust you, love, but it will make me feel better knowing you're with the pack."

"I, I wanna be with you, Aeth," Dew sniffles, almost snorting as he clears the snot from his nose. "I wanna go home."

"I know, Dewdrop," Aether whispers, and Satan, he sounds so tired. Dew digs his claws into the meat of his palm, hates himself for making his mate worry. "Can I spoil a little surprise for you and the pack, darling?"

Dew straightens, trilling sadly. "What?"

"Me and Sunny are coming out for a Ritual, love," Aether says, and Dew's ears perk up, flicking against his skull. "The one a week from now?"

"Uh-huh?" Dew says, reaching up with the hand not holding the phone, grabbing a big handful of Aether's shirt, white knuckling the fabric until the neckline pulls uncomfortably at his throat. "Really?"

"Yeah, baby, you don't have to wait too much longer, okay?" Aether says.

Dew laughs, wiping away the last few remaining tears as the roof access door opens. Dew snaps his head over towards Mountain as he steps out onto the roof, wincing as the cold air hits him. He's in his pajamas and human glamour, and he looks around frantically until he sees Dew, a worried expression fading into pure relief.

"Hey, droplet," Mountain says, taking two long strides until he's crouching at Dew's side, cupping his cheek with a big hand. He winces as he feels how cold Dew's skin is. "You wanna come inside with me?"

Dew nods, leaning into Mountain's touch, rubbing his cheek against his calloused palm.

"Is that Mountain, baby?" Aether asks, and Dew nods, forgetting that Aether can't actually see him do it.

"I'm here, nova. I've got him," Mountain says, voice low and rumbling.

There's a sigh of relief through the phone loud enough for Mountain to hear. "Thank you, Mount. I can't thank you enough."

"I know, Aeth, thank you. Firefly, you wanna get up for me?"

Dew stumbles to his feet, still clutching the phone to his ear as Mountain slings an arm around Dew's waist, pulling him close to him. "Me and Rain have the bed all nice and warm, you want to spend the night with us, firefly?"

"That sounds nice, junie," Dew whispers, letting Mountain lead him down the stairs.

"I'm gonna stay on the line with you, okay, darling?" Aether says, voice crackling a little with the shitty signal in the stairwell. "Not going anywhere. You've got me."

Dew takes a deep breath as Mountain leads him to his room, where Rain and a warm bed are waiting. "I've got you," he whispers. "I love you so much, Aether."

Aether laughs a little, and despite everything, Dew smiles. "I love you too, Dew."

They stand in front of Mountain's room, the earth ghoul rummaging through the pocket of his pajama pants for the card. He swipes them in and leads Dew to the nest he and Rain have managed to make of the beds, two queens that they've pushed together, piling the bedding and pillows and arranging them comfortably. Rain's dozing, starfished out over the mattresses, snoring softly, their gills rippling with each breath.

Dew rubs his cheek against Mountain's arm as Aether keeps whispering comforts into his ear. He sets his phone down on the pillows before crawling in next to Rain, who, even unconscious, latches on to him. Mountain drapes a long arm over the both of them, sandwiching Dew in between their warmth. He snuggles into the blankets, reaching for his phone.

"Good night, Aether," he whispers. "I love you so much."

He can almost hear Aether's smile. "Love you too, Dewdrop. I'll see you soon."

Dew's eyelids grow heavy, and he smiles. "See you real soon."

#one of my biggest flexes is that I was there for ginasfs live debut #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewther #tw sucidal ideation #aether/dewdrop

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Tango hadn't had this much physical contact with another mer since he'd gotten separated from his pod.

He was pinned against the cold wall of the pool, Jimmy pressed against him and holding him pinned. Everything was just too much, at the moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, just focused on the water pumping over his gills as his heartrate started to finally slow down.

Okay, back up a bit, how did Tango manage to get himself in this situation?

In all truth, he wasn't entirely sure. He'd been swimming around the pool, trying to get used to the way his ripped fins changed his maneuverability, going as fast as he dared in the enclosed space-- probably faster than was advisable.

It was an anxious tick of his, pacing back and forth when he was attempting to work something out. It helped when the problem was something he could inspect with his hands and where another perspective was incredibly helpful. Not so much when the danger was unseen, unheard, and completely out of his control. At least he could pace, here, rather than being stuck in an empty tidepool not much bigger than two body lengths across.

He'd been talking out loud to himself-- just gibberish, really, thinking out loud as he worked the stiffness out of his muscles. Anything to distract from the eerie quiet. The water being this quiet never meant anything good. He was going to go insane if he had to sit here in silence, just waiting to be ambushed. And him being loud wasn't helping. the sorts of predators that made the sea go quiet were the ones you needed to be quiet to avoid.

He felt like he was going mad anyway. There weren't any predators here, not the type that sound would do anything more to attract. But he simply couldn't bring himself to shut up. It was easier to just keep chattering away to himself, because then maybe he would actually have somewhere to point the pent-up jittery sort of borderline panic that was making his scales itch. Maybe then there would be a physical threat to sink his fangs into, instead of this growing dread and certainty that his pod was dead again.

He'd lost his first pod to a silence like this.

Tango hated silence.

It only took a half a second of distraction for Tango to lose focus on his careful balance of speed and water pressure and the way his fins dragged to slow him down for the turn and-- there was movement, something was above the water.

Thwack--

Well, that hurt. Tango shook his head, at least he'd had the awareness to twist, hitting the wall with his back instead of with his head or shoulder or anything that would've snapped with the wrong amount of pressure.

Then there were bodies in the water, humans surrounding him where he lay on the shallow bottom, a mer circling around behind him for the kill--

It was a split-second decision, and a lucky glance of blond hair versus blue that let him tackle the human into the water and take him hostage.

The other two had gills, but this one didn't.

Once he had his back to the wall and the held in front of him like a shield, the other two kept their distance.

It was Jimmy, the mer he'd yelled at before, and the blue-haired half-thing that'd helped steal Tango and maybe-kill Impulse.

The human he was holding hostage was the one who'd maybe-killed Impulse. In that moment, he was incredibly tempted to bleed the human out right here and now. He was a threat.

"Woah-- woah!! just calm down. we can talk about this, right?" Jimmy had his hands out in a placating gesture, "Just-- let Martyn go, alright? He's done nothing to hurt you, mate--"

"Oh? Why don't you ask him about what happened to my human?" Tango snapped, tightening his grip.

"Don't--! You're gonna hurt him--" Jimmy pinned his fins back in a show of submission, backing off.

But the other one was trying to edge around to the side of him. Tango bared his fangs in response, twisting to face him too, "You stay right there-- don't come any closer--"

The half-thing put up his hands, "Let him go, we're not goin-ta hurt you."

"Tell that to the human you killed--" Tango snarled, flaring his fins in threat, "You killed my human, it's only fair that I get to kill yours."

"Killed--" Jimmy twisted to look at the half-thing, "Scott, did you guys kill somebody?"

"No. No, we didn't kill him. We put him to sleep, that's all." The half-thing-- Scott-- shook his head, "Let Martyn go before you hurt him."

They-- hadn't killed Impulse? Oh. That changed a couple things. Maybe. If Impulse was okay.

A moment before Tango was going to let the human go, something sharp bit him in the arm.

Tango recoiled with a shout, shoving Martyn away.

He got tackled a moment later by Scott, everything starting to go out of focus.

They were all liars. All three of them. Liars and cheats and Tango wasn't going to let them get away with this--

He snapped at Scott, managing to get at least one or two solid bites in before the half-thing could really react. A moment later, Jimmy slammed into the two of them, knocking Tango's head spinning and taking the opportunity to pull them apart.

Tango twisted in his grip, shrieking in anger as he attempted to get his fangs into Jimmy too. He wasn't able to get around to anywhere he could do any damage. A moment later, Jimmy shoved him against the wall.

And that's how Tango found himself in this situation.

He gave a half-hearted flick of his tail, flexing against Jimmy's grip. Tango didn't really want him to let go, but he didn't want to just-- give up.

"Alright. Listen here, you." Jimmy hissed into his ear, "You need to hold your seahorses and actually listen for once, instead of just fighting us all the time. Now. Are you done? or are you going to keep trying to bite me?"

Tango shuddered, letting himself go limp as he tipped his head towards the wall. His mouth felt thick and clumsy and stuffed full of pebbles as he answered, "I'm done. . ."

"Moon and stars above, was that really so hard?" Jimmy asked, not letting Tango go, but loosening the death grip on his arms.

Everything was fuzzy, like the way it'd been when he first woken up here. Whatever it was that'd bitten him was nasty. Nastier than the time Etho had accidentally gotten Tango with his spines.

Jimmy did eventually let go of Tango, after Scott had gone back up to the surface to check on the human. Tango still had to lean against the wall, though. He didn't like his chances of staying upright with the way everything seemed tipped ever so slightly to the left.

He had to admit that he was sad about Jimmy swimming off to also check on his human after a little while longer. Even though Martyn hadn't actually killed impulse, Tango couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about almost drowning the man.

Sue him for being homesick, but Tango couldn't help but want the other mer around.

#tango tek #jimmy solidarity #team rancher #scott smajor #martyn itlw #team rancher au #viviwrites #emberfish au #this time with a read more line #cause this one is also super long #maybe they will stop fighting now #hopefully #dont mind me #and my unrealistic physics #poor everyone #they all need hugs #especially poor touch starved Tango #man has trauma #and etho is now venomous #tw sedatives #tw fighting #tw dissociation

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Hi! Me again, your friendly neighborhood Sean Renard lover! I was wondering if whenever you feel like writing if you would consider writing Sean being very protective over the reader and everyone is saying to him that he’s so in lover with them and he’s like “no I’m not” and then he’s like realizing that’s he’s like in love with the reader damn near devoted. Or whatever you’d like to write. I’d honestly be happy with anything you put out. But take your time, no rush needed. Just whenever you feel like it. Thank you so much!!!! Have an awesome day!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

LITTLE BIRD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): NBC Grimm

Pairing(s): Sean Renard x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Wesen!Reader, Use of nicknames (little bird), Reader is implied to have longer hair, but it’s not explicitly stated

Notes: I hope you enjoy!

TW for violence in the latter half of the oneshot (I’ll add an extra trigger warning when that starts)

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“Lieutenant Renard?” Sean looks up from his desk to see Cadet Drew Wu fidgeting with his button-down cuffs. He was nineteen and green in the gills, still exploring his options as a police cadet. But even though he hadn’t fully committed to the police academy yet, he was a hard worker. 

He’d make a good police officer.

Sean sets down his pen and clears his throat.

“What’s the matter, Wu?” The police cadet stepped aside, and Sean’s jaw almost dropped at the sight of you. It was as if you had come straight from a painting. It seemed you hadn’t changed at all. Well… not exactly. You had aged, being a handful of years younger than him.

But you were still as beautiful as the day he lost you.

After all, the last time he had seen you was when his mother took him, and they fled from the Royal family out for his blood. You were but a fledgling that hadn’t yet sprouted in your full glory.

You both stare at each other before Wu swallows awkwardly and takes his leave. Then, you take a seat at his desk and smile,

“It’s certainly been a while, Sean.” You say quietly, and he feels his heart stutter at your warm words.

It had been years since anyone other than his mother was so full of kindness for him.

He sets down his pen and leans his forearms on the desk.

“How did you find me?” He asks seriously, and you shrug 

“I have my ways. You should know this by now.” You tease, and your eyes flash a deep glowing blue for just a second. So quick, in fact, that he almost missed it. Feathers as black as pitch shuddered down your hairline before disappearing into your tresses.

Sometimes he forgot you were wesen. A Raub-Kondor, to be exact. And a brilliant one at that. You were often employed, even at a young age, by the Royal Families to track down and “take care of” certain traitors or deserters. It was how he met you in the first place. The thought of your job made him shudder,

“Are you here to get rid of me?” At this, you looked downright offended, eyes going wide and mouth dropping open ever so slightly.

“Of course not!” You hiss, and he feels his shoulders relax. He wasn’t in danger after all. You notice his palpable relief and smile that smile that makes his heart skip a beat. 

The two of you part ways with the promise of meeting up for coffee. Your number is stored safely in Sean’s phone, and you even send him a text saying, “It’s me :)” and he can’t help but smile at the little emoji. You were always lighthearted despite all the blood on your hands. 

You shift in place, eyes scanning every face in the small coffee shop as you wait for Sean to arrive. You check your phone and scroll through the brief messages you had shared with your childhood friend. He wasn’t the best conversationalist via texting. He typically preferred a call over texts. 

“Have you been waiting long?” Comes his voice, and you jump, knee jerking up and hitting the underside of the table. Your eyes meet his, and he offers a half smile, clearly amused by your reaction.

“Not at all. I just got here a few minutes ago. I took the liberty of ordering you a coffee, black with one sugar, if I remember right?” You say, ears burning at your surprise at his arrival. He sheds his long overcoat, drapes it over the chair across from the booth you were in, and takes a seat. 

“You remember correctly. I’m surprised you remember after all this time.” 

At that, you duck your head, ears burning even more in embarrassment. 

“I try to remember everything about you.” You say quietly, so quietly that he can barely hear it. But obviously, he does because his face splits into a warm grin. 

He looks so handsome when he smiles. 

The waitress brings over your drinks and a slice of chocolate cake that you ordered. You visibly brighten at the sight of the sweet treat and nearly dig in when you remember your manners. 

“Would you like some?” You offer, noting the waitress had gone through the trouble to give you an extra fork for the occasion. Sean, sipping his coffee, shakes his head. 

“Thank you, but I’ll pass for now. I know how much you adore your sweets.” He teases and you roll your eyes, secretly happy that you get the chocolate dessert all to yourself. 

The cake is absolutely demolished in a few minutes flat, though you were careful not to get any crumbs on your clothes. Then, you start on your coffee. 

“I see you still are a sugar addict,” Sean says as you add sugar to your bitter drink. You huff but stir and take a sip of the sweetened beverage. Perfect. 

“I prefer the term sugar motivated.” You say, and he chuckles, making your breath catch, but you hide it quickly by taking another sip. 

You thought your crush on the bastard prince had died over the years. 

Clearly not. 

“So…” You start, and he looks up from his coffee, eyebrow raised. “How’s life here in Portland?” He hums, glancing around the coffee shop before answering. 

“It’s certainly different than Vienna. But enough about me… Why are you here?” He asks, suddenly serious, and you have to fight the urge to sit up straight. 

You should’ve guessed he would ask something like this. It had taken you years to track him down to the Portland area. And for what? But you knew better than to lie. 

So… 

You didn’t. 

“I missed you. As stupid as it sounds, I missed having someone to talk to. Well… that and your mother is concerned about you joining the police department. She’s worried it’ll put a target on your back.” You say, and Sean sits back in his chair, stirring his coffee absentmindedly as he mulls over your words. 

“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. I’m surrounded by good people.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow skeptically. Thankfully, Sean takes your concern seriously. He always has. 

“But what if things go wrong?” You ask, and he shrugs a shoulder. 

“If it makes you feel any better, you are more than welcome to stay here in Portland to keep an eye on me.” You smile at his words, 

“I’d like that.” 

Despite your promises to keep out of the way, you quickly become absorbed into his little work family. As the years go on and the precinct grows, you are always a constant at his side. You attend his promotion ceremony from his previous ranks to precinct captain, and he holds your gaze the entire time as he gives his speech. 

Even as people come up and congratulate him, he finds himself only wanting your attention. He couldn’t care less about everyone else. 

He feels a smaller hand slip into his, and he looks to find you smiling up at him. He sets down his glass of champagne, still mildly embarrassed that the precinct threw this shindig for him. 

“Congratulations, Sean.” You whisper, and he hides a smile, but you still catch the twitch of his lips, and your smile widens. 

He’s about to say something, but you are both interrupted. 

“Is this your spouse?” Hank Griffin, homicide detective, and one of the most senior staff at the department. He’s followed by the newer homicide detective and his new work partner, Nick Burkhardt. Sean huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head,

“Nothing like that. They’re a childhood friend, that’s all.” He says, and Hank nods, not entirely convinced.

Why was everyone doing that when he introduced you? Hell, even Wu didn’t seem to believe him.

Later, Sean spies you chatting with Nick as you raid the dessert table. You’re polite, and he feels his heart clench as Nick says something to make you laugh. Feathers shift down your hairline like they did whenever you half-woged, and he sees Nick’s face drop, but he hides the expression by the time you look up from your sweets. And that makes the clenched feeling in Sean’s heart twist more. 

Was he a Grimm?

He’d have to look into this more. 

Sean, ever the gentleman, walks you to your car after the celebration of his promotion. You, feeling adventurous, slip your hand into his and swing them back and forth ever so slightly. 

Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain. He even squeezes your hand. 

“I just wanted to say congratulations again.” You say as he opens your car door. You squeeze his hand once more, and he offers a quick quirk of his lips that you almost miss. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you, little bird.” He says and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. You feel your cheeks heat up and hide an embarrassed smile. 

He always was the cheeky one. 

Feeling a bit bold, you lean out our car window just as he leans down to presumably tell you goodbye and kiss his cheek. He freezes, eyes widening ever so slightly in shock, but he doesn’t say anything. 

He remains like that as you drive away, brushing his cheek with his fingers.

You chew on your lip as you watch him disappear in your rearview mirror. 

Hopefully, you didn’t mess things up by doing that. 

You don’t hear from Sean for several days. And it’s making you nervous. Had you overstepped your boundaries? Had you misread the signs from all your little coffee outings? 

The book in front of you failed to hold your attention as you glanced from the words on the page to the cellular device next to you. After another thirty minutes, just when you were about to give up on reading, your phone buzzed. 

Buzz… buzz buzz… buzz buzz…

The book was hastily bookmarked, and you scooped up the phone and swiped right to answer the call.

“Hello?” You said, trying to seem… well… not breathless or like you were anticipating the call. 

“Are you busy?” Sean asks, sounding ragged as if he had been working for three days straight. 

His new promotion must be wearing him down.

“I was just reading. Is everything okay?” You ask and hear a quiet hum on the other end.

“Might I invite you to dinner tonight?” Your heart skips a beat. 

Dinner… that was a step up from coffee dates. 

A big step up. 

You make a noise to let him know you hadn’t died at the suggestion (though you certainly felt like you were about to pass out).

“I suppose I might be free tonight. Let's say we eat at seven o’clock?” You tease him gently and hear him write something down. 

“I’ll pick you up.” He says, and you can’t help but smile. 

“That sounds lovely.” 

VIOLENCE STARTS HERE

Dinner doesn’t go as planned. 

Sean’s car rumbles as he waits for you to come out of your hotel room. He had offered to let you stay with him at his new house; he had a spare bedroom after all, but you had declined. Instead, you had told him you were a big kid and could take care of yourself. 

A shadow moved inside your hotel room on the second floor, and he looked up, a frown pulling his lips down. What was taking you so long? You hadn’t even responded to his text saying he had arrived. Should he call you? 

He pulls up your contact and is about to press the call button when you come exploding through the window in a rain of glass and chaos. 

Coincidentally, you land on the hood of his car, and his airbags deploy as you cave in the metal.

There’s someone on top of you, hands wrapped around your neck and squeezing like your life depended on it. He can see your hands going limp, and he darts from his car and draws his gun that he keeps with him at all times. 

“PORTLAND PD! DON’T MOVE!” He bellows, and the person jerks their head up to look at him, eyes wild and glowing yellow. 

A Mauvais Dentes.

The sabertoothed wesen leaped at him as he felt his face change in his woge. 

He fired. 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The man fell, his woge rippling across his skin and retracting the fangs and fur into his body until he looked like a regular man again. 

Sean ran to your side, where you lay gasping on top of his car, pulling out his phone and dialing 911 as he went. 

“911, what’s the location of your emergency?” 

“This is Captain Sean Renard of the Portland Police Department. There’s a man who’s been killed and someone else who is gravely injured.” He started and rattled off your address, begging first responders to hurry because you looked terrible. 

You had been in the middle of getting ready—a blouse stained in blood and shredded to bits, trousers, and you weren’t wearing shoes. Your throat isn’t much better. Sean can see where the Mauvais Denetes had punctured your skin, and its oozing blood at a sluggish pace. Your woge ripples under your skin and the tar-black feathers retract into your face. Your beak disappears, and when you open your eyes, they’re glassy. 

“Stay with me, little bird, stay with me.” He says as he sheds his suit coat and tears it into strips to tie around your wound to hopefully staunch the bleeding. 

“Sean?” You gurgle, and he hushes you,

“Don’t speak. An ambulance is on the way.” He says, and you nod once, closing your eyes again, and he listens to your breathing. 

It doesn’t sound good. 

He only hopes that you make it to the hospital.

Time slows. The ambulance and police arrive after what feels like hours. Blood has stained Sean’s trousers, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is you. 

The first responders load you carefully into the ambulance and stop Sean before he can get in with you. 

“I’m riding with them.” He snarled, and the two workers looked at each other before one stepped aside and allowed him to sit beside you. He holds your hand until they hook you up to get your vitals. You open your eyes again and wheeze,

“Sean?” You gasp, and he holds your grasping fingers.

“I’m here, little bird.” He whispers, and his heart is broken as he hears you whimper. 

“Don’t leave me.” You whimper, and he stands as the ambulance rumbles into motion and presses a kiss to your forehead,

“Never.” He says and knows deep in his soul that he means it. 

Because he loves you too much to let you go.

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[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

Winter had always been Scott’s favorite time of year. Don’t get him wrong, Rivendell was always great, but the mixture of festivities and weather made a soft spot in his heart. The decorations, the drinks, the food, the celebrations, it was truly so joyful. Getting to see the other empires covered in the snow Rivendell had year-round was also a bonus. Well- except maybe the Cod Empire.

When Jimmy had confided that he’d never really experienced snow before, being farther north than most other kingdoms, Scott was baffled. How could you live without feeling the frost chill the air at least once in your life? At Scott’s appalled expression, the cod had explained that he never really had an excuse to visit somewhere with snow, seeing as his only allies lived so close- other than Scott. 

So that’s what brought them to the small lake on the Rivendell border. They would’ve stayed closer to town, but the only water accessible there were the terrace ponds, which weren’t quite big enough for what they had in mind. Plus, being out of the public eye soothed Jimmy’s nerves a bit. The avian was sympathetic; learning to skate for the first time could be embarrassing when surrounded by people. 

As the two approached the ice, Jimmy started to figet- well, more than usual. Scott raised an eyebrow at the cod. “That nervous?”

Jim stuttered out a laugh as he tucked more hair behind his fins. “Kinda?”

The elf quickly passed over a ribbon for the other man’s hair, which he accepted with a surprised thanks. “Don’t be. We’ve all been there, it just takes some practice. You’ll get the hang of it.”

The Codfather rolled his eyes as he tied a bun that quickly fell apart. “Yeah, I’ll take your word for it, Mister Ice-Prince.”

“King,” he corrected. As Jim let out a light apology, Scott hummed in thought before landing on an idea. “Here, I’ll tell you a story. Would that make you feel better?”

That seemed to peak the blonde’s interest as he stopped re-tying his hair, causing it to fall back into his face. Scott giggled and Jimmy blew the strands out of his eyes. “Yeah?”

They’d made it to the edge of the ice, so they took it as an opportunity to exchange their boots for skates while Scott talked.

“Y’know, the first time me and my-” The elf paused for a second before continuing, “... sibling learned to skate, we both did pretty bad.”

Jim only huffed playfully as he struggled to tie the laces. “Hard to imagine you doing anything wrong first try.”

Scott smirked. “Why, thank you!” The man brought a hand up to his chest, putting on a smug expression. “I know I'm perfect.”

One light slap to the arm and some bickering later, the avian continued, “Well, we did. I almost cut their fingers off with the blades!” Scott snickered at the memory. Xornoth’s screech and the subsequent play-fight would always be a good memory for him to look back on. Though, it seemed like Jimmy thought otherwise. The cod looked absolutely horrified. 

“You can do that?” He shouted in disbelief. 

Scott shook his head in an attempt to reassure Jim before he backed out of this all together. “No, of course not!” He paused. “Not that I know of.”

“Hey!”

It took a bit of coaxing to get the fish on the ice while he complained the whole time. Something about freezing his gills off or something, Scott wasn’t really paying attention as he made sure Jimmy didn’t fall.

The couple made their way to the center with no lack of wobbling and yelping thanks to the newbie skater, Scott making fun of the blonde’s lack of grace or dignity the whole way. He stopped them in the center, making sure to give them a good bit of space to work with. 

“So, Jim,” he said, grabbing the Codfather’s attention away from griping, “The first lesson of skating you have to learn-” Scott broke out in a mischievous grin as he let go of Jimmy’s hands and watched the man scramble to keep his purchase, “-is how to balance!”

“WAAHHHH- SCOTT!” He yelled, eyeing the elf’s graceful circles around the lake. Scott only giggled and made a sharp U-turn, completely just to show off. It was laughable, the difference between the two. With Scott’s smooth gliding and Jimmy’s slipping like a newborn calf, they must’ve looked like quite the pair. 

Scott took a bit longer to tease his partner before going in to help before anyone got hurt and started to actually teach the man how to do it properly. It took a bit of guiding and praise, but Jimmy soon got the hang of it. Well, only if he held tightly to Scott’s arm the whole time, but neither of them were complaining. Before long, they got into the rhythm of the ice. It was like a dance: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, spin. Scott wordlessly thanked the dancing lessons he’d been forced into as a kid for finally having a use all this time later. 

So of course, they got comfortable. That was before a sharp bang rang out. It echoed through the trees and empty snow, most likely scaring off any animals nearby as well as the two on the ice. Scott made the move to stop them abruptly, pausing to listen out for anything he could identify as the cause of the noise. 

It only took a few ticks before Jimmy got anxious, not being able to take the tense atmosphere any longer. “Scott?”

“Shh!” He warned, lowering his voice,” I don’t-”

That was the last he could do as he watched Jimmy try to turn and get a better look at the elf and figure out what the hell was going on. The sharp noises started up again and Scott finally recognized what they were. Cracking .

Panic rushed through him. Sure, he’d probably be fine- but Jimmy wasn’t used to this kind of water. He’d freeze for sure. Scott gripped Jimmy’s hand to pull him out of his stupor and onto solid ground. “Jim- we have to go!”

“What’s happening?” The cod yelled in panic. 

Scott barely even had time to turn and explain hurriedly before the cracking got louder. The two could only watch as the thin lines moved to the underneath of their feet, stopping only for a second, then giving way beneath their weight. They plunged into the frigid water with nothing but a yell to let the empty woods know of their disappearance. 

Thankfully, Scott wasn't very fazed by the temperature. His heavy clothes were mostly for style rather than function, and the cold never really bothered him anyway, so he was able to keep to his senses. Though, Jimmy wasn’t as lucky. It was clear that the shock had gotten to him quickly as he sank to the depths, leaving Scott to do all the hard work himself. 

The Rivendelian groaned as he hoisted Jimmy back to the surface, panting heavily while dragging them both back on the ice. Shouldn’t the universe know he wasn’t cut out for this kind of labor? 

Scott looked back over to where Jimmy lay on the frozen surface, unmoving besides his harsh shivering, and sighed. Things always had to go wrong, didn’t they?

It took a while to tread back to the castle, and less for the servants to whisk them inside for a warm bath and new, dry clothes. Before long, the two were cuddled up in Scott’s small apartment he’d built behind the main castle, sipping hot chocolate and huddling for warmth. Well, Jimmy was huddling for warmth that Scott wasn’t allowing him, given his cold nature. 

“Jim, you’re gonna set yourself alight if you keep getting closer,” the elf warned as Jimmy edged closer to the fireplace. 

All he got in response was a pathetic whine that broke Scott’s heart a bit. “But I’m colddddd…”

“I know,” he sighed, “and I’m sorry your first time skating turned out so bad.”

Jim sniffed, most likely due to his runny nose. “Issokay. Not your fault.” 

The cod leaned over to rest his head on Scott’s shoulder before shivering and highly regretting that decision, so they decided to put a layer of blanket between them to help with that. Scott bent and pressed a kiss to Jimmy’s crown- a silent apology. 

Quiet passed between them for what seemed like hours when the almost audible sound of Scott getting an idea broke it. “What if I take the next few days off to make it up to you?”

The Codfather smirked at that. “Hmm…” he started in fake thought, “I guess that might work.” He shrugged.

Scott flicked his cheek, getting a yelp and some choice words out of the cod. 

In the back of his mind, he started making plans of what he might do to get Jim’s spirit back up.

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[dmwrites]

Out in the ocean, there are many kinds of fish. Martyn and Scott, the self-named Mean Gills, took to spending their evenings on the Limited Life server pointing out new fish that swam in their waters. If wasn’t the most efficient use of their ever-decreasing life time, but it was enjoyable. The ocean was a mysterious place, and their little island base was prime for making new tropical discoveries. But sometimes, the discoveries found them first.

At first, it was just some food missing out of chests. Scott blamed Martyn, naturally, and Martyn blamed everyone else, but at the end of the day, the Bad Boys’ bread bridge existed for a reason, and that reason was to stead wheat off it it, so it wasn’t really that big of an issue. But then it was weird sounds- both Martyn and Scott kept hearing an odd humming noise, like someone was attempting to sing a song they didn’t know. There were also strange flashes of bioluminescence at night sometimes, which wove itself around coral deep down before vanishing completely. It was odd, but the Mean Gills mostly dismissed it all. Too much going on on the surface to really worry about what the ocean held.

Or so they thought.

It was Scott who saw him first- a dark head of hair and piercing blue eyes watching him as he planted some seeds one afternoon. Scott let out a yelp and scrambled for his bow.

“What’s up?” Martyn asked in concern, jumping down from his hourglass, sword raised.

By the time Scott had his bow in hand, the head was gone. Scott sighed crossly. “I swear I just saw someone with dark brown hair watching me.”

“Dark brown hair… who on earth could that be… Bdubs?” Martyn asked.

“No, this person was paler then Bdubs.”

“Scar?”

“Scar would have accidentally drowned.”

“True. Uhh, Joel?”

“Maybe.” Scott muttered. At that moment, Joel happened to be passing by on the shoreline, holding some raw beef, assumedly from team T.I.E.S.‘s base.

“Joel. You’re not wet from spying on us, are you?.” Scott called out to him.

Joel reacted in his own crude way. “What? Of course I’m not wet, you idiots. You two aren’t even handsome enough for me to be wet. Or even get in the water for you.”

“Ew.” Scott commented as Joel swagged off into the forest. There was an echoing giggle at that that sounded nothing like anyone they knew.

“Who was that?” Martyn cried, looking all around. “We heard you, fucker. Stop playing coy- just kill us if you’re jonesing for it!”

There was a moment of silence, and then a splash. A man appeared on their island, pulling himself until his arms and chest were resting on the grass. He smiled at them, giggling again.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

Scott grabbed at Martyn, who pointed his sword at the intruder. “Who- what on earth are you, some kind of fish or something?”

“Or something…” the man smiled, and Scott and Martyn could see a few rows of sharp, pointed teeth. “I’m xB. Was just hanging out in these here waters, saw I had some new neighbors. Had to do a prank, it’s just good manners.”

“Do you live here?” Martyn asked, bewildered.

“I live where there’s water, really. And I assume this fun little place is yours?” xB glanced around, and as he did, a glittering tail slapped at the water behind him.

“Oh my god, are you a merman?” Martyn asked in wonder.

“Or something.” xB repeated, a small smile playing on his lips. “You can look at my tail if you want. Come in the water with me.”

“Sweet.” Martyn took off his shoes.

“Wha- Martyn, what are you doing? This could be a trap!” Scott said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Sure, but if it is, I lose an hour. We still got a bit of time left on the bank, my friend. And if worse comes to worse, it’ll be a hell of a story to tell, I suppose.”

Scott considered that. “Fair.” He jumped into the water, Martyn followed, and they both ducked under the waves.

xB was a sight to behold, with the upper body of a guy in a black hoodie, and the lower half of some great fish. His scales were a shimmery dark blue, kind of similar to the sculk that the ancient cities was overrun with. He was clearly strong, as even the simple movement of his tail sent minor shockwaves through the water. Scott and Martyn stayed under the water, staring at this creature, until they both started taking damage.

“Hey Scott- team meeting?” Martyn said as soon as they were both back on the island, pulling Scott to the side. “So, what on earth do we do about this?”

Scott looked over at xB and clicked his tongue. “I mean, he’s cute. Not really my type, but cute.” Scott murmured.

“Same. But like, I dunno, I feel like I could make an exception every once in a while. Something about him. Maybe we could just kinda let him stick around for eye candy.”

“Ew, you fish fucker.” Scott joked, hitting Martyn’s arm.

“You’re one to talk… I’ve heard your stories from times gone past.” Martyn replied, chuckling.

xB just watched them with a gentle smile on his face, his tail waving lazily in the water behind him.

“I’m gonna be honest, I get the feeling he’s not going to just leave if we ask.” Scott said, bringing the conversation back around. “But, to be fair, he could be useful to us, if we play our cards right. Siren call our enemies into the ocean or something. Can he do that?”

“Maybe.” xB said slyly from the water.

“We love a man of mystery.” Scott said dryly.

“Alright, xB, you’re on the team. Welcome to the Mean Gills.” Martyn said.

“The what?”

——

In terms of alliances, it was an odd one. xB was more like a pet then anything, if a pet could make jokes like “Oh, so you have, like, an expiration date. Like food.” when learning about their life timers. He mostly hung out on rocks out a sea, or peered at them at the side of their island base. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, the way he looked at them from time to time, but he was funny and had a sweet giggle that echoed throughout the cove. He’d found out that Martyn and Scott thought he was going to lure them out to sea, which tickled him, and took to joking about it constantly.

“Oh my god. Scott, look at this, he’s definitely doing that on purpose.” Martyn said one mid-morning, looking out at the ocean with a hand shielding his eyes from the sun.

“Who?”

“xB. Come look.”

Scott sighed, walking over. “Martyn, I think you’re slut-shaming, he’s not showing off on pur- oh no, that’s definitely on purpose. Good lord.”

xB had draped himself onto a rock out at sea, warming himself in the sun. The deep blues and blacks of his scales shimmered with the water and the sun, and he had taken off his hoodie.

“Boo, you whore!” Scott called to him, cupping his hands over his mouth. xB just waved and giggled, a sound that carried all the way across the sea to reach them.

“I dunno, he does look good though.” Martyn muttered. “Like a damn siren’s call or something, forreal.”

“It’s just because Ren isn’t here, let’s be real.” Scott said loftily. Martyn pushed him into the ocean, and xB swam over to rescue him, which lead to a slew of jokes and laughter.

——

Unfortunately, the light days of jokes and warm ocean air were only sweet for so long. As timers ticked down, everyone became more desperate. Death was more devastating, and, after a while, permanent. Scott and Martyn didn’t escape this terror and bloodlust, of course, but they did find that their island was a bit of a safe haven- it seemed like they were forgotten about a lot of the time, and that was perfectly fine to the Mean Gills. xB helped as he could, bringing them fish to eat and humming his little songs to welcome them home. He also took to circling the island, watching for outsiders for them while they slept. Neither Scott nor Martyn spoke of it, but they both felt like they had a secret weapon in xB. They were protected, or as protected as anyone can be in such situations.

“One hour left for me, I’m afraid.” Martyn said quietly, on the day they knew would be the last. The Mean Gills’ final stand, they’d decided, would be here, on the island, with xB at their side. They didn’t know who was left, but had heard several explosions throughout the day.

Scott sighed, standing up and brushing off his pants. “I can’t just sit here and stare at you until you die. I’m going to go see if there’s anything left to loot. Maybe I can steal a kill or two and get you some more time somehow. Be safe, Martyn. I’ll be back before the hour is up. I promise.” Scott hugged Martyn tight. “xB, watch over him.”

“Of course.” xB replied softly, playing with the shoelace of Martyn’s shoe. He and Martyn watched Scott boat out to the shore, and vanish into the trees.

Martyn let out a long breath. “I can’t believe this is it. Like, less than an hour left. And all I can do is watch. It’s almost- it’s stupid, really. We are all controlled by these stupid numbers, and our options are to fight or just sit around and wait for death. How awful. I wonder if they’re satisfied- well, never mind about all that.”

“You know…” xB began. “There could be another way.”

“What?” Martyn looked down at xB, confused.

“You could die on your own terms.” xB said, maddeningly vague.

“How?” Martyn was wracking his brain, trying to imagine a world where he could tell the watchers to fuck off by defying them. That was more Scott’s area then his. xB said nothing, but dove into the sea. “Wha- oh my god, so now you play hard to get?” Martyn muttered, and dove in after him.

xB wasn’t far, just floating in place under the water, smiling at Martyn. Martyn would never admit it out loud, but the merman was really quite pretty, in his own way.

“It’s a noble thing, you know, to die to the sea.” xB said softly, taking Martyn’s head in his hands, rubbing one thumb gently across his cheek.

Martyn stared into those bright blue eyes, and suddenly, he understood. “I suppose it is.” Martyn replied, filling his lungs with water as he spoke. And he slowly drowned himself, one tick of damage at at time, until his body was still, only held up by xB’s hands.

Scott saw the message in chat and he choked out a moan of sorrow. He hasn’t even been there, too busy scavenging abandoned chests for any supplies for their final stand. Well, Scott supposed, only his final stand now.

He looked down at the timer on his arm. One hour left. He’d always been just one hour ahead of Martyn, a little bit luckier. He bit back some tears, urging himself to just keep moving, back to the base.

As soon as he emerged from the tree line that opened up into the island base, a gasp died in his throat. A body was floating face-up in the ocean. Martyn, clearly dead. His chest was gone, mangled so badly that Scott retched. His blood was slowly dyeing the ocean a cloudy red.

Scott put down a boat and rowed back to his island, the Coral Kids base, some kind of sick curiosity overtaking him. And then a head popped up beside Martyn’s, still chewing.

“Oh my god.” Scott jumped out of his boat just in time, as a huge tail cleaved it in half.

“I prefer xB.” Those clever blue eyes watched Scott’s every movement, and even though he didn’t dare get close to the edge of the land, he could see that xB’s beard and hair were littered with gore.

“You’re not some pretty mermaid, are you?” Scott said quietly.

“No.” xB chuckled. Another death message appeared in chat. Scott ignored it.

“You’re a shark.”

“I’m whatever you want to call me. Doesn’t matter. You haven’t got much longer. What, like an hour now?”

“No.” Scott lied.

“You could die on your own terms, you know. Isn’t that what you’re all about, Scott?The ocean saved you this whole time, and it can save you again. You don’t have to watch your death come.”

“Oh, what, so Martyn took control of his own destiny, huh?” Scott asked.

“Martyn died in my arms and the ocean’s embrace. Bit romantic, really. And isn’t that just what you want, Scott? A bit of fucked up romance?” xB giggled.

“I’m not- shut the fuck up. I’m not going to obey your siren’s call.” Scott pointed his bow at xB in rage.

xB shrugged. “Okay. I’ll just be here when you can’t stand it anymore.” And he began to swim, slowly circling the Mean Gills island, eyes locked on Scott. He wasn’t a protector at all, but a buzzard circling the beginnings of a carcass.

Thunder clap after thunder clap, Scott watched his friends’ death messages in chat. Martyn’s body floated listlessly in the water. And Scott cursed this world, cursed its rules, and cursed xBcrafted, because he was right. All Scott did was defy the rules the world tried to set for him. He didn’t have to die to a sword to the throat or a timer ticking down to zero. He and xB knew that.

“Damn you, xB.” Scott whispered, finally, and the words felt like some kind of terrible relief.

And so, with the remains of his life ticking down to the end, an end that he sought to control, Scott jumped, down into the water stained red, into the cool arms of a brutal, yet defiant, death.

#limited life smp #scott smajor #martyn inthelittlewood #xbcrafted #long post #gore tw

[thespillwaysofyoursoul]

The Cove

AN: Please bear with me I literally haven't written fan fic in like 7 years but I cannot get this concept out of my mind.

Word Count: 1930

Dew enjoys being a fire ghoul, he does. But that doesn't mean he doesn't occasionally miss the water. When it starts to get to him Rain is there to help.

Dew keeps a small vial of water around his neck at all times.  It’s filled with water from a small saltwater cove in the woods behind the abbey. Terzo had the cove put in for Dew when he noticed how excited the ghoul was after a group trip to the beach. Technically water ghouls are connected to all water but Dew had always had an affinity for saltwater.

It’s been a few years since the ceremony and the transition but part of him still yearns for his former element. When he’s alone he remembers the peacefulness of floating aimlessly in the sea and his fingers drift to the slight bumps where his gills once were. You wouldn’t notice them if you didn’t know to look but to Dew, they were a constant reminder. A reminder of being called into Sister Imperator’s office, of being told what was going to happen, of how they chanted and he screamed as they burned his element from his body, of the months after spent in bed trying to breathe through the smoke suddenly coursing through his veins. 

He’s still unsure of why it needed to happen. Why they couldn’t just summon another fire ghoul from the pit when Ifrit left. The clergy rarely explained themselves and certainly not to the ghouls. 

Don’t get him wrong, he does love his newfound warmth and the boost of energy he gets when Papa calls for pyrotechnics during rituals. He loves how his packmates fight to be next to him when it gets cold on the bus. But he can’t help but feel like he lost a bit of himself that night in the abbey.  So he wears his little reminder no matter where he is, he looks longingly out the bus window when they drive past the ocean, and when all else fails he leans on Rain. 

Lucifer knows he doesn’t deserve Rain. He was terrible to him when he arrived. Jealous of the new ghoul who got to commune with his element while Dew lay in bed feverish, dehydrated, and struggling to come to terms with his situation. It took months before Dew warmed up to him but Rain had never held it against him.  Rain is his rock when it all gets too much. 

They had been back from the last leg of the tour for a day. It was a rough one for Dew, he had tweaked his back during one of the first nights and the dull ache had persisted for the next few weeks. The weather had been bad enough that they had to cut down on the fire in the shows, so he wasn’t even getting to commune with his new element. And if that wasn’t enough to make him feel off, they had spent most of the tour driving up the coast, which meant he had spent far too much time curled in a ball and staring out the window at his beloved ocean. His packmates tried their best to lift his spirits but it only helped so much. 

Everyone had split up to recharge in their own way upon their return to the abbey. Rain had stopped Dew to check in but Dew had assured him that he was just tired and gone to bed. Rain wasn’t sure he believed him but went to soak in the lake and recoup. 

The air ghoulettes are curled up in the common room watching a movie when Rain walks in 12 hours later, hair still dripping with water. “Has anyone seen Dew?” 

 “Aether was looking for him earlier but I don’t think he found him. Did you check his room?” Cumulus responds when Cirrus shakes her head.  

Rain makes his way to the ghoul hallway and knocks on Dew’s door. When he doesn’t get an answer he knocks again “Dewdrop I'm coming in.” He opens the door to an empty room. The bed still perfectly untouched, Dew’s tour bag sitting on top of it unopened. Now he’s worried. 

Dew is sitting on the grass by the cove with his knees pressed against his chest and his hands clawing into the messy bun he’s had his hair in since the last ritual. His tail wrapped around himself. Tears still occasionally run silently down his cheeks. Fire ghouls normally can’t cry, their body temperature warm enough to evaporate the tears but it’s one of the few remaining traits of his old life. He only allows himself to cry here. At his cove. Nobody uses it these days, lying forgotten by the clergy. It’s still his favorite spot on the grounds. He doesn’t go in anymore, scared of what will happen when it doesn’t feel like it used to. But he comes and sits by its banks when he can. Rain is the only one who knows about it. 

Rain, who’s probably in the lake right now. The flow of the water recharging him. Relaxing as he uses his gills for the first time since tour. Dew misses that feeling. Sure the excitement of fire is great but he misses the serenity of his beloved cove. His tears start back up in earnest when he thinks about it. He’s sobbing with his head between his legs before he can try to calm himself. He’s too in his own head to see Rain making his way over. 

Rain picks up the pace when he sees Dew curled up. Diving onto his knees once he’s close enough. “Oh, Dewdrop. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was this bad.” He hugs Dew into him as he sobs. He knows Dew is in no shape to speak like this so he just holds him for as long as he needs. 

“Rain…  I miss it. I miss it so bad.” Dew eventually whispers.

 “I know Dewdrop. I’m so sorry.” Rain wipes the tears off Dew’s face. 

“I just- I want-“ he stops himself. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

 Dew shifts uncomfortably “Forget it. It's dumb.”

“It’s not dumb if you want it.” 

Dew’s quiet for a minute and Rain can feel the smaller ghoul steadying his breathing. “I mean… I just wish I could be swimming. Like I used to.”  

“That’s not dumb. And you know you can still swim. What’s stopping you?” 

There’s another moment of silence before Dew quietly answers “It won’t be like it used to be” 

Rain puts his hand under Dew’s chin and turns him to look at him. “It won’t be. But that doesn’t mean it won’t still be nice.” Dew still looks hesitant. “Want to start by dipping your toes in? That could be nice.” Dew nods and begins wordlessly struggling with his boots. Rain kicks off his sandals and helps Dew where his hands are shaking too hard to untie his shoes. 

Dew lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding the second his toes hit the water. Rain watches as his brow relaxes and does his best to pretend he can’t hear the quiet purrs coming from next to him. They sit quietly for a while with their feet in the cove. Eventually, Rain can sense the tension returning. “Dewdrop” 

“Hm?” 

“Do you want to go further in?”

 “… I don’t know”

“I’ll go in with you.” He stands and pulls Dew up with him. “Do you want to go first or should I? I’ve never swum in this cove before.” 

Dew looks at his reflection in the water “You should it's a good cove” 

Rain takes his hand “I wouldn’t want to without you.”  Dew watches Rain’s reflection, thinking about how good it would be to be swimming together. 

“What if I don’t remember how to swim?” Rain can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous notion. 

“You’ll remember. I promise. It's in your blood. Come on.” 

Rain takes off his shirt and pulls off his shorts. Dew stares at his gills and freezes. Rain has seen him shirtless before, he knows about Dew’s closed gills but for some reason, he has never felt more vulnerable. “I can help you. If you want.” Dew nods and Rain unbuttons his shirt before helping him shimmy out of his jeans. The second he’s undressed Dews's hands shoot around his body to cover the spot where his gills were. “It's ok Dewdrop. You’re ok.” He reaches to unclasp the chain holding the vial around Dew’s neck. Dew grasps what has become his security blanket and after a moment slowly takes it off himself, hands shaking. He gently puts it on top of his clothes. Rain gently takes his hands in his, kissing them. He puts his forehead to Dew’s and starts breathing deliberately to help calm the anxious ghoul. When Dew’s breathing has steadied, Rain finally speaks. “Do you want to walk in together?” Dew nods again and Rain slowly leads them into the water. 

Dew grips Rain’s hand tightly as they walk in. By the time the water hits his knees, his face has erupted into the purest smile Rain has ever seen. A tear runs down his cheek and the taller ghoul wipes it with his thumb. 

“Welcome back Dewdrop” Rain kisses him on the cheek. Dew pauses and lets go of Rain’s hand to let his hair down. Rain takes a step back so he can fuss with his long locks. Once he’s sufficiently shaken out his bun Dew looks Rain in the eye, smiles, and dives in. Rain waits for just long enough to be pulled under by Dew, who has decided he’s not moving fast enough. 

It may have been a few years but the cove is still Dew’s domain.  Sure he can’t see as well underwater and he did momentarily forget he would have to go to the surface to breathe, but he knows these waters like the back of his hand. Rain follows him around as he gets reacquainted, allowing Dew to show him around the rocks, plants, and fish that live there. It’s the most excited Rain has seen him in a long time. They swim around like that, taking trips up for Dew to breathe until Rain notices Dew’s swimming begins to slow. He leads Dew towards the shallow bank of the cove and they lay there blanketed by the water. 

“It’s our day off and we decided to go to the aquarium and there was this lovely little cowfish who clearly wasn’t being cared for properly and it was really pissing me off. So I ran and bought a small tank from the gift shop and got Aether to cause a distraction and I rescued him. And then I snuck him out of the aquarium and onto the bus and kept him hidden from Papa in my bunk for the rest of the tour. And that’s how I met Bubbles! I’m so glad he’s still doing ok.” They had been laying there for an hour, Dew spread across Rain’s chest telling him stories of the different creatures he had in the cove. 

“Of course, he’s doing ok, you take such great care of him. Of all of them.” 

Dew lifts his head up just enough to look at the ghoul beneath him “I try, I come out as often as I can. I get worried about them when we’re on the road.” Dew yawns and lays back down. 

“You know you can go to sleep, Dewdrop. The cove and I will still be here when you wake up.” 

Dew considers protesting but snuggles into Rain and for the first time in years falls asleep to the gentle lull of the waves.

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[rpreaperperson]

Blue Scale (Part 2 Last part) Alejandro x mermaid!reader

warn: Fluff fluff FLUFFFFFFF

just pure fluff

Part 1

A smell of wet rocks and rock ceiling is the first thing he saw and smell, when he tried to sit he expected a sting of pain on his side but he feel none of it

Furrowed his eyebrow in confusion he took off his tactical vest and lift his black sweat finding it had not any wound nor scar

‘Weird...I swear he stabbed me....wait..where? 'looking around he was stranded in a cave big enough to put one small boat in, then he remember...

“the..mermaid..she...”the feeling of someone lips linger on him

“she saved me” as he mentioned it a head lift from the water, slowly from behind it crawl to him and reach its hand to him, sensed someone behind him Alejandro swiftly catch the hand making it startled and he slam it to the hard ground

“¡¿Quién eres?! Oh...you..” a woman beneath him ,widens her eyes in shock as the same Alejandro who widens his eyes

“you the one who saved me...dont you..” he remember your blue tails swinging and your pale eyes not too mention your soft hands and lips

A whimper came from your lips making Alejandro snap from his mind.

“Oh! What am I doing..! forgive me señora..I didnt meant to..” he pull away his grip from your wrist ,as he let go you swiftly crawl away from him rubbing your wrist

Although it did not hurt you just shocked by his startled, After a moment of silence he observe you once more

A blue shimmering tail, bluefin that attaches to your arms, three stripes of gills on your neck, your hair...it is still wet from the ocean, and ears like fin

He noticed there was some scale attached to your shimmering body and it was covering your average breast.

A sound of whimper coming from you

“Ah sorry!..I staring at you...how innapproate ..fuck.. “his eyes shuttered tightly gloved hand pinch his nose bridge, he getting a headache while you slowly crawl close to him

Alejandro shook his head and open his eyes finding you right on his face, he tried not to jump but his eyes wide open as you caressed his stubble cheek, he noticed now that between your finger there was a webbed thing like a frog

You've never seen a mermaid have this kind of stubble cheek, they have a clean shave and some of them have mustaches just like your father, but a stubble you wonder if other humans that have stubble are handsome just like him...while you caress his cheek Alejandro taking a look of your face.

Beautiful is just one word needed

He felt his cheek being pulled and rubbed it rough

“sop iht” but you ignore it, then you look at his leg and reach for it

You observe his leg like a discovering new animal, lifted his leg gently rubbing your hand on his trouser

He can only be silent and let you do your things

Then you reveal his hairy leg, surprised that human has hair on their leg to

‘do humans have hair elsewhere too?’

‘Heh hairy human..’ you touched his shoes, confused why there's no thumb or other finger, or is it this thing that covers it?

You tried to untie the tie but it only make tighter

“here let me..” your fin vibrate in amazement when he removes his shoes

Rubbing your palm against his leg you pinched his toes one by one, Alejandro sighed and look up

‘Im supposed the one who observes her right now....she’s a curious thing in—?!‘ he felt something tickling his foot, finding you tracing your finger on his foot

“c-can you—pft!” he jolted shutting his mouth tightly try not to laugh, you raise your eyebrow then scratch his foot again

Again he jolts and this time his palm closing his mouth

Then you tickle the foot, this time he cannot contain his laughter

“S-Stop! Ahahaha please!” an awe plastered on your face his laughter although his voice is deep you still love the way it is

His hand tried to pulling you away from his foot and you stopped tickling him

‘Haa..ha... I’ve never laugh so hard like this before...’

Head lifted to see your reaction, a pure innocent smile on your face making him swallow his anger aside

Pleased to him smiled

‘How can I be mad at the face like that...damn’  putting his hand against forehead as he rub his face  

“I..take it that... you’re the one who saved me?”

Your ears perk and nodded

“.....Are...you the one who I saved years ago?” he remember the mermaid he saved clearly and it look just like you

You tilted your head confused, then he took a dead scale from his pocket

“I saved one child mermaid when Im still young...she trap on a trawl and when I save her...in return...she gives me this...” Alejandro showing your baby dead scales

And then you remember... you saw the boy in him, your eyes widen in realization

“I always hoped to find her in the same pla—OOFFF” you tackle him wrapping your arm around his neck your tails waging like a dog found its owner as you rub your face against his stubble cheek

You could still remember too that you waited at the seashore wondering if you could meet your saver again.

“I...eheh..” he wrap his arm around you hugging you

.

 “Are you sure leaving him just like that Rudy?!” ask Soap in bewilderment, not believing that Rudy could just leave him own Commander just like that

“positive Soap, Im sure he’ll be alright...” Rudy answered calmly

“you seem to be calm about it... know something that we don't?” Ghost getting suspicious about how calm Rudy is

“...You can say that..he’s been saved..”

“by whom? Dont tell me, is that myth shite again..”

“Indeed”

When Alejandro fall into the sea, Rudy saw something under the water attacking the Hunter and taking Alejandro with it... to be honest he still did not believe what he saw, but wish it to be true....he wish that Alejandro is saved

“I'm sorry for doubting you Hermano..” he mutters, could still remember clearly  Alejandro always talking about the mermaid of his.

 .

 Alejandro lift up his sweat

‘how did it not there...the wound..’ not even a trace of scar..nada he then look at you...clinging on his arm tracing his webless hand

‘is she the one who healed it?’ cocking your head innocently as you stare at him

“A...are you the one who healed me?” you beamed and nodded your head making you hair bounced

“uhh...how did you healed me..if Im remember correctly its quite deep “ placing a finger on your lips you thinking how to explain to him knowing you cant speak on the land

Showing him would be easier, releasing his (juicy muscle) arm you placing your sharp nail into your plam and slice it, showing him your scratched hand

“yes..you cut your hand but—“ then lick it,you showed him your hand

It healed slowly and it doesnt trace any scar on it

“so..your saliva? Healed me?”

You nod smiled proudly

“you...lick it?”

Again you nod and doing a blep thing

He doesnt know how too feel, disgust or gratefull....

‘but....how can she be this adorable....’ then Alejandro look outside the cave the storm have stopped

“I have to go back..” hearing this you stiffen and fin sagging in disappointment your shoulder slumped but you know better that he need to go, he had a life there..

Taking his tactical vest and his shoe on, Alejandro slowly stand he noticed that he only can swim to the land

The distance between land from here is....far and unknown, glancing at you he notices your sulking aura...

“can...you bring me back?” you look at him whimpering quitely, his eyebrow’s furrow and kneel in front of you

“hey whats wrong..?” shaking your head as you trying to speak something but it came out like a wailing baby seal

You frustated not because you cant talk ,but its because you dont have more time with him you always wanted a human friend

Gently he reach your hand and rub it with his gloved tumb

Widen your eyes, you stared at his brown eyes

“I promise you...we will met again..same place....first time we meet..yeah?” you whimpering but felt relief that he wanted to spend time with you again

You wail in agreement and making your way to the ocean holding Alejandro hand

.

You swam while holding Alejandro's waist tightly as he hold your shoulder

Your eyes stare at his handsome face

“Hm? What's wrong?” you give him a sign that you're going to dive in, and he catches the sign and holds his breath

then you dive in bringing Alejandro with you and show him the beauty of the sea,the fish, the coral

Alejandro looked in amazement at the view you showed him, a pang of regret washed him knowing he cannot bring you with him

He also wanted to give you a tour of his home and the beauty of the land

“I miss so much...Alejandro” he whipped his head at you eyes widen in surprised

‘she can talk?? ‘

“eheh...we also can talk..but...only inside the water..hehe” your eyes crinkle as you smile

He love your sweet voice, ohh how he wish to hear it all day

“I—blrup?!!..” that Alejandro forgot he’s still in the water covering his mouth with his gloved hand, widen your eyes you quickly bring him back to the surface  

“Buah!!..ha...haa...sorry..” as he tried to breathe, you look ahead and saw a seashore wailing to tell him that we’re almost arrived

You swam faster as he holding you tightly, until you both arrive at the seashore

“Thank you...”

You smiled and nodded, but Alejandro does not letting go of his grip on your shoulder instead he embraced you and sniffed your sea water scent

Of course, you gaping your mouth flustered

“Promise me we will meet again his breath tickling your ear making it flutter, release his embrace he stare at you deep in the eye you didn't notice that he had already taken off his gloves

“Promise?” you squeal when he cup your cheek against his now bare hand, its feel rough but warm

Like being hypnotize you nod your head in daze then he kiss you cheek just like when you kiss his cheek  

‘?!!!!!’ face become red and hot as your eyes widen

“heh... although not much.. but this is my payment for you..”

You become  flustered as he chuckle patting you head

“Alejandro!!” a familliar voice making you snapped and ready to dive into the ocean but not before giving Alejandro final look and smile

‘Promise...we will meet again..’ then you swam away

“Alejandro!...you allright?” Soap making his way to Alejandro

“Aye..”

“Dont making us worried there hermano” the mowhak punches his shoulder playfull

“heh I’ll try not to” he smirk

“how did you survive?” ask Ghost, Alejandro just shrug and look on the way you dissapeared

“...just..someone owe me her life...” While Soap and Ghost looking each other confused on what the hell he talking about

Rudy just smiled knowing who that someone referred to

‘Glad you met her again hermano...’    

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[forlorn-crows]

Mushy May Day 8: First Time

SMALL DICK MOUNTAINDEW LETS GOOOO

Pairings: Mountain/Dew

Words: 2170

"So, do you have fins like, all over or?" 

Mountain runs his fingertips along the smooth gills at Dewdrop's throat, feeling how they give under his touch. The tiny fins that run alongside them undulate under Mountain’s attention. 

He’s stared at them ever since their first meeting, longing to touch. He hasn’t, all this time. But they’re both relaxed in bed, sharing a weak joint between them and talking about anything that floats across their minds. It was the puff of smoke that escaped Dew’s flared gills that caught the earth ghoul’s eye, the weed making it easy to just . . . reach out and touch. 

Dew makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. “Not everywhere. I mean, you’ve seen these, and the ones on my arms and stuff.” The water ghoul holds one arm out, twisting it this way and that to show off the long lines of fins running along the underside of his forearm. “I have a couple more on my ribs and my back. I think.”

Mountain hums, leaning back to run his hand down Dew’s arm. He cradles it by the wrist in one hand, tracing the fins with the other. They’re pointier than the ones that surround his gills, but not by much. Still flexible and translucent, and the same minty hue. 

“Would you show me?” Dew’s fingers twitch in Mountain’s hand. His gaze is an indiscernible mix of emotions, flitting everywhere but the earth ghoul’s eyes. His silence weighs heavy between them. 

Mountain’s hand stills over his arm. “Sorry, you don’t have to—”

"You really want to see?" The look that settles on his face is almost prideful, fins rippling along his arms. 

Mountain smiles at the question. “Yeah, I do.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, taking back his arm so he can pull his t-shirt over his head. Mountain can see the ghost of a smile on the water ghoul’s own face, hidden behind the fabric. He tosses his shirt to the other side of the bed. “You’ve just never asked before, so . . . I don’t know,” Dew shrugs. 

Dew preens under Mountain’s gaze, angling his torso so he can get a better look at the fins running along his slightly protruding ribs. These fins are delicate too, as short as the ones framing his gills. But they're fluffier, curly almost, and accented by shiny indentations of the skin.

“Are those—?”

“Scales, yeah,” Dew answers for him, scooting closer so the earth ghoul can see the iridescent flakes scattered between the fins. Mountain runs a finger along them, feather-light. They’re the same light gray tone as his skin, almost indistinguishable at first. But the shine reveals their shape. The scales are softer than he’d expect, not as rough as an actual fish—smooth, more flesh-like. 

Dew huffs a laugh as he traces a line near his waist, jumping slightly. “Tickles,” he says with a grin. Mountain notes the hint of a blush creeping up along his collarbone as he motions for him to turn around. The water ghoul shuffles so his back is to him, scooping up his long silvery hair and pulling it over one shoulder. 

“I think there’s scales back there, too,” Dew offers. Mountain leans in close, close enough for his breath to fan out over the long singular fin along his spine. This one is curly like the ones on his ribs and whiter in color. Indeed, scales flank the length of this fin too, most concentrated at the center of his back and spanning more randomly outward. 

“Wish I had stuff like this,” Mountain muses, running his hand over Dew’s spine. 

He arches a little at the touch, a stray strand of hair falling over his back. “What, you don’t have, like, patches of moss all over you or something?” Dew chuckles. 

The earth ghoul shuffles back, encouraging the other to turn back around. “Uh no, not really,” he laughs. “All I have are freckles, I guess. And the big sheep horns.”

There’s a little gleam in the water ghoul’s eyes as he reaches over for another puff of the joint. “Can I see?” he asks, putting it to his lips and taking a slow drag. 

“I suppose that would be fair, wouldn’t it?” Dew curls his lips into a smile, watching as Mountain shucks off his shirt too. He exhales a slow trickle of smoke, offering up the end of the joint. The earth ghoul takes it with a quiet thanks and leans back on his hand while he takes a drag, bare chest on full display. 

Dew leans in and abruptly pokes him in the chest, causing a premature puff of smoke to burst from Mountain’s lips. “Hey,” he coughs. 

“You got a big one right there,” Dew smiles deviously, poking another spot a little to the left. “And there. Yeah you’re pretty freckly, earth boy.”

Mountain rolls his eyes and reaches over to snuff out the end. “You’re pretty,” he mumbles, an immature retort. 

Dew’s expression softens, hand hovering over Mountain’s side now. “You think so?”

The earth ghoul looks down at him warmly. “Yeah, I do,” he says simply. His expression becomes unreadable again, but a renewed blush dusts the apples of his cheeks as he continues poking at random freckles on Mountain’s torso. His hand brushes close to his navel, along the dark line of hair stretching from his waistline and dipping below the elastic of his sweatpants. 

“You’ve got a nice, uh—don’t humans have a word for it?” he mumbles, gaze fixed squarely on it.

Mountain’s stomach jumps when Dew’s hand dips lower, just below his belly button. “Happy trail,” he mutters. 

“Yeah, that.”

Mountain looks down at the smaller ghoul practically draped over him now, finding it very hard not to smell the freshwater scent of his hair, or notice the tiny twin lines of fins running down the hollows of his hips. He swallows hard, mouth suddenly dry. 

“Dew,” he near-whispers, eyes tracking lower until they hit his waistband.

“Yeah?” The water ghoul’s just as breathless, still entranced by the hair on Mountain’s torso. 

“Can I—”

“Thank Lucifer." Dew launches himself at Mountain, wrapping his arms around his neck and melting into him. Mountain captures him easily, holding him close and pressing their lips together. They groan into the kiss, opening up for each other immediately, tasting hungrily. It's a little uncoordinated, but that's just fine. Dew whines as the taste of herb and flora melt across his tongue; underneath it, something uniquely earth ghoul, almost woodsy. Mountain shivers at the way his hands touch at the small of Dew’s back, floating over the soft fins now dancing under his fingers. 

The kisses they share are eager, exploratory, paired with wandering hands, experimental teeth, and peppered moans of encouragement. Dew can't help but roll his hips against the taller ghoul, earning a soft gasp as his half-hard cock drags against Mountain's.

“Fuck, your body,” the earth ghoul groans. He rolls them over so Dew’s on the bottom, bracketing his hands around the halo of silver hair that pools beneath him. Mountain shakes his head, mouth slack in awe. "You are . . . so beautiful, Dewdrop," he says softly. That rose tinge creeps back down to Dew's collarbone.

"Likewise," he breathes before dragging Mountain back down to him. The pace is quicker, more demanding, and oh so dizzying. Dew barely registers Mountain's hands moving all over his body until they're dipping tentatively under his waistband. The earth ghoul pulls away, and Dew can't stop the protest from tumbling feebly out of his mouth.

"Mm, Mount, wait–"

"Is this okay?" 

They stare at each other, simultaneously freezing when they register the other had spoken. Both are breathless, eyes flickering over the other's face.

“What,” Mountain whispers, face turning up in concern.

Dew’s face goes hot. “It’s just, um—” He gestures vaguely at his crotch, unable to find the words. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a shaky breath. “It’s small,” he says, closer to mouthing the words than vocalizing them.

Mountain’s face softens. He cradles the side of the water ghoul’s face, rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone soothingly. His other hand rubs circles over the hollow of Dew’s hip.

“Look at me, water lily.” The pet name makes Dew’s breath hitch, eyes fluttering open of their own accord. Mountain’s smiling down at him, frustratingly handsome. “I promise you, nothing about this body would ever disappoint me.”

“But you—”

Mountain cuts him off. “Do you trust me?” 

“Yes,” Dew says, the answer obvious. 

“Then let me show how you have nothing to worry about.” Mountain settles down onto his elbows, slotting a thigh between Dew’s legs. The water ghoul huffs at the contact, heart still hammering in his chest. Mountain’s face hovers over his own, so close his breath tickles his face when he asks: “Okay?”

Dew nods and loops his arms around Mountain’s neck once more, slotting their mouths together in a gentle kiss. Dew sighs into it when that warmth settles back into his stomach, deepening the kiss with renewed fervor. Mountain smiles against his mouth, allowing himself to fully melt against the smaller ghoul. 

He groans when their bare chests meet once more, hips already twitching up against Mountain’s thigh. “Please, you can—will you—”

“Yeah, let me—” Mountain kisses down his jaw and lands at the spot just below Dew’s ear, sucking gently. His hands descend their same path down to his waistband. Dipping his fingers under the elastic, he pulls them down this time, shimmying them off Dew’s skinny legs and tossing them next to their shirts. 

Mountain gives an almost pained groan when the water ghoul lies fully naked beneath him. His cock sits flush against his belly, the little head shiny with precum. The fins along his hip bones frame the hard few inches perfectly. There’s a grouping of scales around the base, trailing along his inner thighs and scattering downward along his legs. There’s some ruffly fins along the sides of his calves, too, milky white like the one along his spine. 

“Absolutely perfect,” Mountain breathes. He dips down for another kiss, almost bruising in its intensity. Overwhelming in the best of ways. The earth ghoul slides off his own pants without breaking their kiss, kicking them off when they reach his ankles so he can reach down and wrap a large hand around Dew’s cock, enveloping it fully.

Dew yelps against his mouth, digging his nails into Mountain’s shoulders. “Oh fuck, you just—” The earth ghoul swipes his thumb across the head, causing Dew to cut off his sentence with a startled moan. “Let me—shit, lemme see you, too,” he begs, weakly shoving at his chest and propping himself up on one elbow. 

Dew looks at Mountain’s face first, currently slack-jawed and staring at him with a mixture of wonder and lust. Then he glances downwards, immediately groaning at the sight of his dick completely covered by just one of Mountain’s hands. But just behind that . . .

“You—” Dew stammers. 

Mountain bites his lip. “Yeah,” he says simply, answering the question Dew doesn't have to ask. 

“Like me?” he whispers, almost reverently. 

“Told you, you have nothing to worry about,” he says kindly.

The source of Dew’s awe is, unsurprisingly, Mountain’s dick, hanging fully chubbed next to the hand around Dew’s own. The trail of hair he could stare at forever extends around its base and over his balls, invitingly fluffy. The shaft isn’t as skinny as his, and a little bit longer, but it’s definitely not what he expected to see on a big, tall earth ghoul such as Mountain. 

It’s . . . better, actually. Would probably fit comfortably in Dew’s lithe hands, and in other places. The thought makes his own cock kick in Mountain’s hand, jolting him from his stupor. 

“Fuck,” he groans, fin-tipped tail twitching against the sheets. “Come back down here, please.”

Mountain chuckles and slots their bodies together once more, nuzzling into the crook of Dew’s neck. He mouths at it gently, utterly too relaxed in comparison to the way the hand around the water ghoul’s dick unravels, allowing Mountain’s own to rest next to Dew’s before closing it over them both and giving a firm squeeze. 

“Oh–”

“Shit,” Mountain finishes, brushing his knuckles through the droplets of precum on Dew’s stomach as he tugs his hand upwards. “Shit.” 

Dew bucks into his fist, that warmth blooming in his belly at a far too rapid rate. “That’s good, fuck that feels good,” he pants, exposing his neck further. 

“Just like that, water lily, just like that.” Mountain rolls his hips into it too, groaning against Dew’s neck. Pleasure bubbles up Dew’s spine at the second utterance of the nickname, arching into Mountain’s touch, unable to resist chasing that feeling through friction. 

It’s quiet for a few blissful moments, the silence broken only by the slide of slick skin and indulgent moans. 

"Fuck,” Dew utters after a delicious flick of Mountain’s wrist, “I think 'm gonna cum like this,"

"Please, oh fuck, please do."

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[lonely-lost-soul]

As the Tide Rolls In

Pt 1/10

Chapter One: New Moon 

Sun hated where he was; it smelled like foul chemicals, he couldn’t sense his litter mate, and worst of all, it was so very dark. He let out a distressed churr for his brother, body feeling unusually sluggish as the bad water entered the gills on his neck. The mer didn’t remember how he got here. One moment, he was swimming through the water with his brother, hunting for fresh food, and then utter darkness. Sun let out another distressed sound as he swam into a hidden wall, his webbed hands brushing against his temple; that’s when he heard a loud screech that sounded like his brother's distressed call. In response, he let out his distress call, and suddenly, the entire area rumbled. He then proceeded to ram himself against the invisible force separating them. In the dark, Sun had no energy, only chirping weakly, to which Moon responded with a snarl. Sun frowned. He couldn’t make out what exactly he was trying to tell him. He only put his hand up to the invisible blockade, and Moon placed his hand on the blockage they would soon learn was called glass. Sun took a breath and used the rest of his energy to pulse with soft yellow light, nonverbally communicating to his brother that he was okay and that they both would figure out a way out of this. He could see Moon’s bare his lips, showing off his teeth doubtfully as he pulsed his bioluminescent colors as a comeback to his own.

His brother thought the worst out of every situation, but surely they’d be okay. Once the bipedal creatures were done with them, surely they’d let the two mers go; it was only a matter of time. 

~Six Months Later~

“Shit, shit, fuck, fuck-” You sputtered, toothbrush in your mouth, the paste leaking from the corners as you shoved on your pants. As usual, you were running late. You had subconsciously snoozed about four of your alarms and were desperately trying to prepare for the first day on your job. Ever since childhood, you dreamed of being a marine biologist; working with marine life was the only job you’d accept, much to your parent's scolding. However, it just so happened that you, out of all the other students in your graduate class, were picked for a top-secret assignment at Afton and Son’s Aquarium. Thanks to your talents, you were at the top of your class, and the animals you helped as an intern could all be rehabilitated and released. You grabbed your keys and bolted out the door; running late for a top-secret project could irreversibly damage your reputation. Your old Subaru sputtered to life as you jammed your keys into the ignition, the rocketship keychain your dad got you clattering against the others on your lanyard. 

You practically burst into the front doors of the aquarium, scarring the poor secretary to pieces. Her blonde hair was tied in an old-fashioned pink scrunchy, and her chubby cheeks were stained a permanent peach. Hands rested on your knees as you fought to catch your breath. God, you needed a workout routine or something. “Um…are you alright?” She asked, her voice wavering; she was wringing her hands together as you picked your head up, hair falling around your face with a crooked smile. 

“I’m alright! I’m new,” you exclaimed, introducing yourself with an awkward wave. Your keys jingle from the key ring at your waist, and your backpack hangs loosely around your shoulders. 

“Oh!” The secretary chirps, “Welcome! I’m Chica!” her blonde hair bouncing as she spoke, “Mr. Afton has been waiting for you!” Her accent was a mix of Southern twang and a valley girl's. But her odd accent aside, your brain skidded to a stop hearing that THE Mr. Afton was here. 

You gawked. The big boss was here? Did you keep him waiting? Why was he here for you, the marine biologist student who got picked for this project? Couldn’t an average manager greet and instruct you on the whales, dolphins, or whatever you’d be working with? 

“Did I keep him waiting?” You voiced your thoughts, panic clear in your tone, and the secretary’s brow furrowed. 

“Oh no, pumpkin, don’t worry; you’re right on time. I’ll let him know you’re here if you want to head to the door to your left. Knock twice before entering, okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” You chirped back with a head nod before heading down to the large oak doors labeled, 

AFTON on a beautiful gold plaque.

Following the instructions you were given, you knocked twice on the door. There was shuffling inside the room and a loud, gruff cough before the door was open. The man on the other end was thin, almost unhealthily so; his hair was a dark chestnut, and his eyes were a startling shade of blue. He smiled at you, holding out his hand, and you noticed the scars littering his arms. 

“Newbie!” Mr. Afton seemed to cheer, “Welcome, come in!” He muses, leading you into the old air of his managerial office. “I hope I didn’t wake you too early; I know ‘ow college kids can be; my eldest is in school right now. Micheal, he’s around your age.” I nod as he converses; truthfully, you didn’t care much about Mr. Afton’s sons, but you bit your tongue and smiled at your boss. “Sit, sit, sit!” he ushers you to a big, bright blue chair with little jellyfish. You’ve always liked jellyfish; they were colorful, and there were many different species; maybe the secret project was jellyfish-related. The British man sits at his desk, crossing his arms over one another with a sly smile, “I’m so happy you accepted this opportunity. You don’t know how many people rejected it after hearing about it.” That comment gave you a bit of unease as you raised an eyebrow, “which is why we had to fudge the job application just a little bit.”

“Er…what do you-” 

“Don’t be alarmed.” Mr. Afton held up his hands in a surrender motion, “You’ll still get your thirty dollars an hour. You may need it for the hospital bills.”   

Money wasn’t your top concern, but having that much money in your pockets daily made you want to kiss your manager's feet. No more student loans! Wait, did he just say hospital bills?

“Since you already signed the base paperwork, you can meet the creatures you’ll be working with.” He stood up, grabbed a cane in the corner of the room, and urged you to follow him out of his office. You took a breath, reminding yourself that this is your dream, what you studied for, and that you could take on any challenge. He led you to a set of double doors labeled STAFF ONLY. “Remember the NDA you signed,” you nodded, “Meet Sun and Moon.” Mr. Afton sent you an almost crazed grin as he tossed open the doors. In front of you sat a giant tank that easily fit an orca. You stepped in, passing him, ignoring his childlike grin; inside the tank was a cave, some seaweed and shells, and a few stimulation toys. 

“So…what’s in here?”

“Dumb creatures…” Afton grumbled under his breath, but you caught it; you had to bite your tongue to stop from snapping at him for the comment. He walked forward and knocked on the glass with his cane; the lights flickered and dimmed only slightly as four pairs of eyes flashed to life in the cave. One pair was a striking blue and the other a piercing red; they were bioluminescent creatures, whatever they were. You stepped towards the tank curiously. The blue eyes widened and moved towards the entrance of the cave. You gawked, watching it swim toward the glass. It was a mermaid, a real-life mer right before you. They were lit with yellowish-orange bioluminescence colors; his face and body were humanoid, with a nose, eyes, and a lean torso. Instead of hair, their fins fanned out like the sun; scales dotted their face like freckles. He placed his webbed hands on the glass, and you heard them utter a churr and click curiously like a dolphin. You admired the fins on their arms, and your eyes trailed down to his tail; it resembled that of a butterfly koi. 

Ethereal. 

You reached out and placed your palm against the glass against theirs. As you did, you saw them visibly bristle and hiss before scurrying back into their cave. 

“You have a fucking mermaid?”

“Mermaids, my dear. And language, this is a family friends establishment.”

“TWO?!” You gawked, completely baffled, but Mr. Afton just looked proud of himself, “how? Where did you find them-“

“I’ll send you over all the paperwork. Since you’re starting today, I’ll give you a brief rundown. Sun and Moon are from the same clutch of eggs; we’ve gathered much from the vet techs working with them. You’ll probably meet him tomorrow. His name’s Freddy, you'll like him, everyone likes him.” Afton once more got off track. This time, you interrupted,

“Sun and Moon…”

“Ah, right, right. They’re both male of their species; both are on the more aggressive side. Sun is more curious and, so far, has been the most willing to make contact; Moon, however, only comes out when it’s dark or no one’s looking. He’s reclusive and has an even worse temper than Sun; we think he could be nocturnal. He causes the most incidents…” Mr. Afton pursed his lips, “with their past trainers and caretakers. He’s killed the most. Sun’s injured a good plenty of his mind you. But you’ll be fine, I’m sure of it; we’ve learned from their deaths. God rest their souls.” 

“Holy shit…” you breath, “real life mermaids…”

“Yes. Yes. You aim to care for them, handle feeding, and clean them if they eventually let you. Our overarching goal is for you to become their trainer and open them up for shows to the public. Much like some of the dolphins we have here.”

That gave you pause, “I thought this was a rescue and rehabilitation aquarium…”

“Normally, it is for the bigger sea creatures, but…these two.” He pats the tank, “There are exceptions. They’re the only mermaids humans have ever made contact with, so for the greater good, they’ll stay with us purely for research. We don’t know much about their diet either, as they refuse to eat until it’s strictly necessary.” Afton hummed, “I can’t stop you from doing whatever you think is appropriate to try to bond with them. However, I discourage you from getting into the water with them now. Accidents and all that. Welp!” He clapped his hands, “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with them. You’ll find everything you need on the observation platform. Good luck, kiddo.” With that, you watched your boss spin on his heel and exit the exhibition, leaving you alone in a dim room with a cold chill in the air and two mermaids. You’d have to look over the emails he sent you; you wondered if they even were from colder waters or if they just assumed, because of their bioluminescence, they were native to the deep sea. You climbed the metal steps; they creaked beneath your feet. You would need to physically examine some things, their teeth, for example, to see if they were meat eaters and what meat they even needed to digest. You stood on the platform looking into the murky water of the tank, your nose scrunched up, wondering how often this tank gets clean. Wandering over to the edge, you saw blue eyes peering up at you once again; you knelt on the lip of the tank. 

“Hi, Sun,” you greeted, saying your name; you were sure they had some intelligence, but could they understand you? That in and of itself was another question. Bubbles came from his mouth as he swam closer to the top of the tank, “Hungry?” You questioned, and all he did was flick his tail at you lowly, grumbling. You turned and pulled the cooler of fish towards you. He swam a bit closer, and you saw an arm shoot out from inside the cave, dark blue and covered in spines, stopping Sun in his tracks. The mer, who could only be Moon, trilled lowly, and you heard it reverberate in your skull, making your eyes feel heavy. Sun shook his hand off and breached the surface. The top of his face fins dropped as he stared at you from just above the water's surface. As you opened the cooler, you immediately gagged; the fish was far from fresh; no wonder they barely ate. “I’m going to get you some fresh food tomorrow. Promise,” you crossed your heart, holding the smelly fish out to him. He eyed you suspiciously, with another trill from down below from Moon; you opened your mouth to speak again to try to talk to him when he lunged. You pulled your hand back just in time for Sun to clamp down on the fish with his razor-sharp teeth.

Sharp teeth. Large. Hunts other mammals for food.

He pulled the fish below the water, smirking slyly at you as he tore it in half, tossing the other down to his brother. He blew bubbles in your direction again, letting out a low trill. 

You flex your fingers; if you hadn’t pulled your hand away, it’d be gone, you were sure of it. 

“It’s okay. We’ll keep trying,” You said out loud, unsure if it was toward the mers or yourself. You brought your eyes to look at him again. Sun was still staring at you as he brought the fish head into his mouth, shredding it to pieces before eating whatever remained. He swallowed and stuck his tongue out at you, long and orange. In a moment of impulsiveness, you stuck your tongue in retaliation; you saw briefly how his body and eyes pulsed with light as his grin widened. Sun giggled before catching himself; he covered his mouth with his hands, diving back into his cave and shaking his fins.

He wanted to play. On some level, he wanted to bond. He could understand you and your gestures. Now, you were able to form a plan. You stood up, placing your hands on your hips, and grinned wildly. 

It was time to put your degree into practice. 

Operation Bond with Sun is a Go.

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Sun whined as Moon kicked sand up in his face with his tail, “I am not eating that.” Moon hissed, curling more and plunging deeper into the cave, his spines vibrating as he pushed the bottom half of the fish away. 

“Come on, Moony,” Sun whined, “you gotta eat.” 

“No. Not from no tails, never.”

“You’re starving yourself! You haven’t eaten in weeks and need more than I do! This one seems different; she smells like the sea.” Sun said eagerly, swimming closer to his brother, who hissed and swatted at him again. 

“They’re all bad.” Moon snapped spitefully, “They did this to us, want to make us a spectacle.” He hissed, baring his pointed teeth. “I’d rather die.” 

“Don’t say that!” Sun wrapped his arms around Moon, who growled and squirmed woefully, “We’ll get out of here!” That’s when Moon stilled, 

“Yeah…yes.” Moon hummed as he spun to face Sun. Letting him lie on his stomach, his brother tilted his head. “You need to make friends with the new human…” he hummed, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Gain their trust. Get her on our side, then when the moment is right.” He held up his clawed hands, creating a few bubbles before snapping his hands shut around the bubbles, snuffing them out. “Manipulate her into helping us escape; then we kill her and this place behind.” 

“I don’t know…” Sun trailed off, “That sounds a little dangerous…”

“Didn’t you say she was different, hm? That’s what you said, right? You can do this, Sun, and you’re likable and a good actor. Make her trust you.” Moon churred at his brother, who always fell victim to praise of any kind, “Any means necessary.”

“Any means?”

“Any.” 

“Okay! Okay!” Sun chirped, slamming his fist into his hand, “I got this. Moon, we’ll be out of here in no time!” 

Moon hummed pleasantly; he’d be there, of course, as always, to watch and protect his brother if the human decided to hurt him. She’d end up like all the others if she played her cards wrong, made one wrong move against Sun, and your head would be floating at the top of your tank, detached from your body.

Operation Freedom was a Go.

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FNAF time chapters are already planned out, so she will be finished and updated regularly hopefully. As always comments, and art are welcome!

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