Mermay My Beloved

Mermay my beloved

Sea monster foul legacy?

When the plotting gets stopped by college finals and exams🤠

Do it. Write the sea monster headcanons.

I'll help.

- Dreamer Anon

well *adjusts hat* ask and ye shall receive!! also dreamer anon you better deliver with helping (/j) because i'd love to hear yours!!

~ * ~ Sea Monster AU HCs

Fluff

Warning for beaches, nets, knives, and scars

PART ONE- Read Part Two Here!!

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-Soooo mermaid AUs amiright -Here Childe is a deep-sea monster. He can come up to shallower waters but thrives best deeper -Still big!! About the same size as normal Foul Legacy, but he is a bit longer -Why? Because he also has a finned tail :) -He does have back legs as well because I think that looks cooler but his tail is a major factor in swimming -His wings are now a pair of light, gauzy fins that glimmer even under the ocean -The seaside town that you live in has been having… “problems” with him ever since a few people sighted his shadow in the water -And because the people living there are paranoid of large and vicious sea beasts they decided to try and “deal with him” -Which basically means hunt him down -You’re not taking part in the hunt due to having other work and being generally disgusted at the way people are talking about this harmless mystery creature- yes it’s BIG, but it hasn’t DONE anything! -Plus, everyone is telling you to stay away from the beach- where you usually go for strolls- and it’s REALLY starting to get on your nerves -You just roll your eyes and ignore them, going on walks anyways -Usually your walks are on cloudy days now because sunny days will have everyone in a tizzy trying to hunt the sea monster -In fact you’re on a walk today, the sky gray and ominous. Maybe you should head home soon, looks like rain is coming -You’re about to turn back when you hear an awful screeching sound further down the shore -Being the brave little cookie that you are you go to investigate with no hesitation (ok maybe a LITTLE hesitation) -You find a peculiar creature tangled up in the nets and NOW you see why your town was freaking out, because you’re pretty sure this creature is the sea monster everyone’s been chasing -You’re about to run and maybe tell someone when the creature whines -And oh your heart just breaks at the sound -So despite the warnings yelling at you in your head, you take out a pocket knife you carry around -The sea monster shrieks in terror when he sees it but quiets when you begin sawing at the nets surrounding his body -And some of those nets are TIGHT on his skin, to the point where you can see the scales and armor breaking underneath -You work quickly, fearing that you’ll be caught by someone who hears his pained yelps, but finally he’s free -The creatures gives you a soft, worried look, but someone in the distance calls out and he slips back into the sea, leaving you standing alone on the shore -The next day you return, venturing to a rock you like sitting on, only to find a tiny bundle of seaweed placed carefully on the smooth stone -It’s tied with a slightly lopsided knot, and you unwrap it to find a perfect, shining pearl -After that you keep finding little gifts on the rock, from shells to coral to old coins, but you still don’t see the actual creature again -You even begin leaving your own gifts- little flowers and berries- for him, but he still doesn’t appear -Until one day, when the beach is completely deserted again except for you, when you see a familiar pair of horns peeking from the water -You call out to him and he raises a bit more, blinking at you as you jog to the rock -You sit and he perks up and hoists his upper body onto the rock as well, tilting his head and letting out curious coos -Despite his large size, he’s gentle and sweet to you, brushing his hand against your cheek and examining your legs with fascination, and you wonder why you were scared of him in the first place -With a few scratches in the sand he tells you his name- Childe- and when you tell him yours he trills with joy -His tail curls around the edge of the rock and when you reach out to tough it, it shyly wraps itself around your hand and wrist -He lays his head on your lap as you trace a finger over the dips and groves in his scales, finding several scars from various attacks -He shivers when you touch them, but snuggles into your hand with a reassuring purr -When night comes you get up to leave, but Childe whimpers when you stand -You reassure him that you’ll

be back the next day and watch him dip beneath the waves with a satisfied flick of his tail -But the next day, you never appear, having been kept from the beach because it was sunny and the sea monster would obviously come out in the sun -And Childe waits for you, his head just barely above the water as he watches the sandy shore, because you promised to come back, so you’ll be here! -Right?

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PART ONE- I HAVE MORE IDEAS BUT THIS WOULD BE SO LONG IF I PUT ALL OF THEM ON HERE. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN PART TWO!

Love You

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: fluff

“When did you know they loved you?”

You knew Riddle loved you when he found you sick in your room and half-delirious, temperature through the roof and sweat sticking to your forehead. Even though he had a History of Magic test that morning; even though he had a time-sensitive lab due in alchemy that afternoon, he stayed behind to care for you. He let Trey handle all housewarden activities for the next week. Riddle’s priority would always be you.

You knew Ace loved you when he invited you to a basketball game. You’ve watched his practices many times in the past- and endured his bitter complaining when “that damn eel” blocked his shot once again. Today he seemed really into the sport- dodging steals and even doing a few flashy tricks when he could get a move in. The clock ticked down, the scores neck-and-neck… until Ace dunked a basket, letting out a loud whoop and pointing right towards you in the stands: This one’s for you!

You knew Deuce loved you when he stood in the Heartslabyul lounge, sweating bullets and red in the face, asking Housewarden Rosehearts permission to skip the next unbirthday party. Riddle nearly offed his head for that one- but Trey held him back long enough for Deuce to explain that it was your birthday, and he wanted to celebrate with you as your boyfriend. Riddle couldn’t begrudge him that- it would be bad manners to neglect your significant other’s special day, after all.

You knew Trey loved you when he called you into his room in the middle of the day, a video call open and two miniature versions of him peeking curiously through the screen. He introduced you to his little brother and sister, and they asked you questions in between fits of giggles. My big brother likes you, one of them informed you. You smile and nod, well aware that if Trey trusted you enough to introduce you to his precious family, then he felt more than like towards you.

You knew Cater loved you when he felt no need to post the anniversary pictures he took of you on Magicam. They were for his eyes only, he said, teasing you. You felt something deeper in his words, though. Every day Cater plastered his smiling face all over his page, sharing his life for the world to see. For once, he wanted to keep this just for himself.

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Leona: You're too good for this world, herbivore. But that's okay. I'll be an asshole for the both of us.

✧ CLOSE UP, CLICK ME !

⊹ characters : kaveh, baizhu, ayato, childe, kaeya ( separate )

⊹ synopsis : he loves taking good pictures of you [ drabbles ]

⊹ warnings : [ex]plicit, public, photography, slight obsession, modern au ( all )

⊹ female reader (afab, she/ her usage), no y/n usage, not beta read, you can blame my friend for this one

⊹ KAVEH

he’s such a nice guy. so nice, so sweet, everyone thinks so.

no, not that shirt— yes! that color looks so good on you! — well, everyone also think’s he’s such a fashionista. and as your “good friend,” or so he claims, he always loves to see your outfits. send a pic, please! — he’ll keep begging and begging. seemed normal enough, honestly. he’ll just rate your outfits for concerts, for parties, for coffee outings, you name it. and he gave good advice, too. sweet guy, took you shopping many times and hyped you up in the dressing rooms.

would it be cute to wear skimpy clothing? he’ll ask you that a lot because apparently, he certainly thinks so. every time you head to the dressing room at a store he’ll call wait! and add something akin to an incredibly revealing shirt or bottom wear. you’ll try it on — everyone trusts his fashion advice after all. he insists to come in the dressing room with you. ah — to help button zipper up your dresses, of course! and to not waste any time. he laughs these answers off like you’re silly for even asking.

it’s one time when you’re texting him about a concert outfit you’re planning. the tight pink sheer top, he tells you, would be so perfect. you tried it on at the store one time with him but never bought it — you forgot what it looks like. perhaps he had a picture? he says he’ll send it. until he sends… he stumbles in text. ah, he didn’t mean to send that image of you still changing in your undergarments — that was in the store dressing room. um, yeah, he took that by accident, here’s the real picture of the pink top. no, no, he totally doesn’t save all those photos of you.

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⊹ BAIZHU

this operating table was so cold, you think to yourself.

hm, i’ve never seen a condition like this before — that was what he said. there’s a curious sting in his voice, but it’s not like you can ever tell. a sharp breath hits your shoulder, and you wince. his aura feels ghostly as you stare up at the doctor’s room ceiling; you’re only in undergarments for this examination. he doesn’t say any more, not even offering up procedures or an explanation. he simply removes his gloves, and he touches you.

his hands pushing down the dips of your collarbone to “check your muscles”; his fingers curving down your waist to “feel for discomfort”; his digits pressing at your thighs to “document skin condition” — you were almost too fearful to move even a centimeter. it’s so silent. you hear him open his mouth again.

allow me to document this for future reference — what? click! and a flash — he quickly apologizes with shaky breaths, apparently he forgot to turn off flash, sorry if that startled you! the camera appears right below your nose to capture your neck, and you feel his fingers grip your chin to tilt it up. click! just one more picture, he promises. the doctor is anything but decent when his hand grips at your thigh and pulls it to the side, and you can practically feel it shaking when he — click! — grins with his camera between your legs.

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⊹ AYATO KAMISATO

high end fashion modeling opportunity, you just had to take it.

the ceo is a young man, who would’ve thought. he looks so professional, so modest with his suit to resemble nothing below a gentleman. his smile is simple when he greets you, but they’re tried and almost dead, and you almost can’t see the color in them. he markets for a business-casual clothing vision, and he tells you he “hates small talk,” as he rambles on and on about the most random things while the tailors get you dressed up.

oh, would you like some water? — ah, that color is nice, no, no, the shorter one— what was i saying? he changes topics so fast. it feels weird when he stands back the whole time to scan your body up and down, though maybe this was how it worked…? he doesn’t even hide his eyes landing in certain areas, and he isn’t shy to pick the tighter or shorter option. pencil skirt, strapless high heels, sheer stockings, parted top.

he pulls out his phone to take pictures for, um… his manufacturing team, right, right! he grins so awkwardly when he tells you this. he gets real close to take a picture of the end of your skirt — he quickly says for the material of the stockings and the thickness of the skirt, of course, of course! he takes another picture of the parting slit in your blouse — for length, he laughs it off. he runs a hand across his forehead, he’s sweating. he’s nervously tapping his foot and licking his chapped lips until he excuses himself rather awkwardly, fleeing the room.

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⊹ TARTAGLIA

he loves his motorbike so much; calls it his baby. he’s so cringe about it, too. he’s got an instagram account for it.

people like pictures of hot girls with a bike next to them, right? — he laughs it off so loud and casual. dorky, biggest grin on his face, a forever smile even when he picks you up under your arms so easily to put you on the seat of the bike. he just uses his phone to take the pictures. but he’s so so attentive with his bike — kneeling just for good shots and angles. but he’s so loud. calling to arch your back a certain way, to sit with your legs spread on the seat — oh, oh, put your hands at the center to cover yourself!

he wants it flashy, he wants it fun looking. he’s so touchy when he needs a certain shot that he will walk up just to move your body himself. so loud, so handsy — he’ll grab your thighs with his large hands — he’ll say to spread them justttt like that, baby. and immediately afterwards, he’ll compliment you in ways that make you freeze. so so so so touchy, he’ll compliment your hips on the photo and will move just to pat them. he’ll say your back curved so nicely with the bike as he runs his finger down your spine. what a nice guy, is all you think, even when he reaches to press a thumb to your lips when he compliments the color.

when you’re all done, he’s giddy posting it to his instagram. like the pics, like the pics! — his excitement has so much pride. when you scroll through they’re exactly what you expected. all tame, all fun looking, he’s hyping up his bike. he’s grinning wildly in his seat next to you, even when he slides to the left to add a temporary story to promote his new post. and, oh, he quickly excuses himself to use the restroom. maybe it isn’t right, but curiosity kills you to peer over his phone when the instagram options look like wayyy more photos than you actually took. spam pictures — zoom-ins you didn’t even realize he did. photos of the middle of your tight shorts rubbed right against his leather seats. quick snaps of your bra peeking from atop your shirt, your thighs on his bike; you pretend not to look when he comes back all flustered.

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⊹ KAEYA ALBERICH

newly hired photographer today. a rookie, they say.

he’s a cool guy. really chill, incredibly relaxed even in a high-end photoshoot like this. he’s not even bothered by the chaos of models running around nude. the brand is known for selling underwear after all, he says every time to just shrug it off. but this is a big celebrity collab — you and the company. apparently he’s a “huge fan” of your modeling.

his shots look stunning, and he’s so cool and confident during the shoot. he keeps saying he’s a really really reallyyyy big fan of yours, and you just have to keep nodding it off. you may no mind when he touches you. moving your arm, pulling out your hips, lifting your chin, parting your thighs — it’s all for the sake of the picture. click! but sometimes, he lingers. sometimes, maybe, he didn’t need to put his hand on your breasts to push them up, or he didn’t need to pull at the bottom hem of your underwear.

when the shoot is done, he rushes out. he’s only seen later with his phone close to his face, eyes glued down to the screen, hand scratching at his stomach. he fumbles when you go up to thank him. oh, oh, he’s just a fan — and he’s so honored to be able to have this opportunity — and he loves your professionalism oh so much! when you reach out your hand to shake his, he drops his phone and it’s the most awkward you’ve ever seen him; especially when the screen is dozens upon dozens of imported photos of you — closeups you didn’t even think he would take of your body during the shoot. he quickly apologizes when he goes to pick it up, shaking your hand though he’s trembling when he even looks at you now.

blame KAIRI for this my no.1 enemy who i hate

IN EVERY LIFETIME !

j. viper x reader smau

synopsis: y/n was shoved into a world where they would have to play the therapist. but when someone adamantly refuses to be helped, even while being friends, the only question that remains is why? the best way to find the reason is to look for it, all while harboring a secret crush on both ends.

genre: smau, slowburn, idiots to lovers (idiots in the sense that neither believes their own feelings are there), angst, crack, fluff.

warnings: a lot of cursing.

note: listen. there are no jamil smaus and i decided to make one myself. also there are many chapters bc it forces me to actually do a slowburn so LMAOOOO yay! tbh though, do not be surprised if i delete some chapters in case it feels like i have nothing to write for that chapter. comment here or in any chapter, send an ask, or dm me to be added to the taglist!

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Riddle: (angry) won't you two see things from my perspective!

Ace: (crouching down) everything seems a lot taller

Deuce: Ace!

Yuu: (staring at Riddle) I also would make fun of your hight but it's difficult considering I'm only a centimeter taller

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Yuu: guess it's time for us to run