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Me, writing something at 1 am: Omg I'm literally a genius this words sound amazing I ate totally whith this one omfg
The writing:
Little siren part 3!
Tw: a little blood! Maybe some mild violence?
With news of her existence swarming the city you live in after your harrowing rescue from the water, the little siren lays at the bottom of the pond, unmoving even as playful fish tried to nudge her to get her up. It had been days and days of endless voices overlapping each other on the shore of her pond, chattering away about some ‘monster’ lurking in the depths of the water.
Was she really a monster? Words hurt, you know!
Knowing that she was more than likely never going to see you again, she didn’t really feel that there was a point to doing much nowadays. Sure, shiny things were being dropped into her pond on a daily basis now, wriggling worms typically hooked to the end of them, but what was the point of collecting them if she had no one to give them to?
Wiping at her eyes, golden tears dissipate into the water around her, wondering what she’d do with herself now. It took a while, but eventually, the shiny objects began to disappear as the sun began to set, fishermen hoping to catch the creature packing up for the day. The reporters had left hours ago and also had most of the nosy locals if the lack of voices was anything to go by. Looking up toward the surface, a quiet whine slips from her, unsure if anything would ever feel the same again now that your glowing presence was missing from her pond.
It would take you weeks to regain the courage to go anywhere near the pond after nearly meeting your maker in a freak accident. The creature from before was most definitely real, having been given an incredibly dramatic retelling by your friend who helped get you home afterwards.
It was a blue creature covered in luminous scales with eyes that resembled huge black marbles and sharp teeth that looked as if they could rip a small canoe in half if the thing wanted to. It had a long bifurcated tail, so it obviously wasn’t human, but it was nearly as long as you were tall. Not a fish, not a human, but a strange transition between the two.
As scary as the description may have sounded… why would such a nightmarish-sounding creature save you instead of pulling you to your watery demise? It had to be the same creature that you’d startled away before, right? And to think the poor thing was threatened with a rock for pulling you from the water?
After lightly scolding your friend for her threats against your savior a few weeks later and sending her home, you couldn’t get your mind off of the little siren. Sure, she’d been a little bit frightening, but she surely didn’t mean to scare you.
Should you perhaps go and try to apologize to it? Bring it something as a token of your appreciation? You halfway remembered it crying in relief as it brought you ashore and saw you breathing, surely you could spare something as a gift for it caring so much.
By the time you made up your mind, the sun was already beginning to set, but your pace was leisurely, trying not to draw any extra attention to the little pond. It had been plastered all over the news as of late, rewards being put up for catching the blue, blurry creature that someone had hastily snapped a picture of during your rescue. It seemed cruel to hunt something that was just trying to help.
Clutching a little paper box in your hands, you hoped that the creature liked sourdough and turkey, figuring that bringing it a bit of food may ease its mind a little. With all the attention and fishing going on, it must have been hard for it to catch anything for itself the last few weeks. Guilt churned your stomach at the thought. This poor thing, could you-
You wouldn’t get to finish your thought, however, as a shrill shriek filled the shadows of the little park surrounding the pond. It was incredibly high-pitched and squeaky, sounding nothing like a human cry, but then again… there could be an awful explanation for that.
Unfortunately, while she was trying her best to ignore the lonely life she led, the little siren had somehow gotten hooked by the last fisherman of the day. His hook had been trawling the waters and just so happened to catch onto her gills. She thought nothing of the feeling at first, figuring that it was just another fish trying to unearth her from the sand on the bottom of the pond, having not moved in about a week or so. As the tugging grew harder, however, and began pulling her up towards the surface rather quickly, she knew that something was wrong.
With how the past couple of weeks had been going, she almost decided to let herself get dragged up to the surface, but found that she’d rather not become someone’s meal, pulling back against the line. However, the week or so of little to no food had done quite a number on her strength, the siren cursing herself for letting it get this bad as the strong fisherman continued the fight. With the hook lodged firmly in her gills, the pain wasn’t helping her to fight at all either, fighting a losing battle it seemed.
Eventually, the fisherman won, reeling her up to the surface just for her to hang painfully by her gills over the water for a few moments, causing the pained shriek that you’d heard. Gravity really wasn’t her friend in this moment, her body wriggling one way but her gills being pulled the opposite way, blue blood seeping out from around the hook as the man began to pull her to the shore.
You had broken into a sprint towards the pond upon hearing the cry, the sandwich being tossed around quite viciously in its box as you ran to find the creature. Had someone else found it before you? Was it hurt? A cold rush overtook you at the thought of your savior in pain, chopped up for some measly reward money. Was the cash really worth killing an innocent creature?
You’d soon stumble upon the dock where this whole mess started, but find that the pained whimpers were coming from a little further in the brush to your right. It definitely sounded like the creature, but a man’s triumphant laugh echoed out after the noises.
You quietly made your way closer to the sources of the noise, soon finding a tall man with a weighed down fishing pole. On the end of it was the creature from before, now much skinnier and weaker than you remember. You were very much right to bring food it seemed. The man had tugged it… or rather, her, onto the sand, ignoring the way she panted for breath, her gills straining from the lack of water. Pulling out his phone instead, he stood over her, nudging her a little with his boot as he spoke to someone excitedly, very much wanting the prize money he was promised for such a catch. You watched the man kneel down beside the creature, your blood boiling as he tugged on the hook in her neck just to make her cry out again as if she wasn’t already suffering enough.
The man’s mistake, however, came as he stood laughing and turned to go pack up, leaving the backs of his ankles just in reach of a certain fanged creature who wasn’t done quite yet. Within a moment, the man was on the ground, confused for a second before a searing pain shot up both of his legs. You gasp as you watch it all unfold, his Achilles’ tendons easily taken out by the scrawny little creature before she digs her talons into the sand to crawl up and remove a more vital part of him. You turn away and cover your ears as best you can to avoid seeing and hearing what violence she was capable of, but when the muffled noises die down, you find yourself peeking back to see if she was alright.
Covered in her blood and the blood of another, the little siren collapses on the sand a few feet away from the unmoving fisherman, safe but unable to breathe and too weak to pull herself back into the water. What a horrible way to go, she thought, whimpering with her head against the sand. Gold tears pooled in the sand beneath her head, wishing that she’d gotten to see you at least one more time.
Oh.
Wait.
What was that noise?
Sand crunched under quiet feet, trying your best to avoid getting any of the bloody mess on your clothes. The sound alerted her to a presence beside her, but she could hardly pick her head up to see who it was, instead giving a weak warning hiss to try and ward away any more hunters. Surely the blood would deter anyone else from messing with her, right? But as worn out sneakers and faded jeans filled her vision, gentle hands moving to remove the hook from her gills as carefully as possible, she couldn’t find it in her to hiss again, too tired to fight off anyone else. It wasn’t until you began whispering quiet reassurances to her that she recognized just who had come to her aid, quickly pushing herself up in a daze to look at you before falling back into the sand with a whimper.
You came back? For her? Why? You can’t swim, you shouldn’t be anywhere around here, she thought, her hazy brain focusing more on your well-being than her own as she began to close her eyes. The lack of water and the exertion of taking down the man had done her in, her limbs heavy and her head heavier, almost too heavy to feel that she was being pulled back into the water. It wasn’t easy, she was still rather heavy, but with how much weight she’d lost from her weeks of not eating, you were able to slowly get her into the water. You waded in with her until you were about thigh deep, holding her just under the water and waiting on bated breath for her to start coming back to you.
Were you too late? You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you waited for what felt like an eternity for her gills to start moving again, letting out a relieved sigh when a little bit of her color began to return to her face. Was she still bleeding? Yes, but was she at least able to breathe again? Also yes!
The little siren would wake with a start moments later, gasping under the water and immediately meeting your worried eyes, confusion setting in rather quickly. You shouldn’t be in the water, you’ll drown! However… your hands cradling her head were almost enough to distract her from her concern, still as dizzy as can be from the drama of it all. All that would meet your ears was a muffled whimper of worry, black eyes looking up to you and pleading with you to get out of the water. If you didn’t drown, you’d certainly catch a cold… or get that vile man’s blood on you.
Looking down at her, you carefully smoothed a hand over her face, hoping to relax her a bit in the wake of such a scary encounter. The poor thing, what if this happened again and you weren’t around to help the next time? Smoothing her floating hair from her face, you can’t help but worry for her safety in this little pond. People would find out what she’d done and it would be a witch-hunt until they found her, a thought you could hardly bear.
And that, my friends, is how you ended up with a siren living in your bathtub. A guest needs to use the bathroom in your apartment? Sorry! It’s broken (a.k.a occupied by your darling little siren girlfriend)! Landlords were such an easy scapegoat sometimes. It took some getting used to, sleeping on the cold tile beside the tub to be near her, but you found a way to make it comfortable after a while! Now, she was safe and sound, well-fed and taken care of with no worries of hunters coming near her ever again, and you gained a loving companion for life!
Thank u guys for liking my silly little stories so far hehe! :)
Little siren who absolutely adores you, but after her first interaction with you, she's a bit nervous to try approaching again.
She'd bawled her eyes out the day she thought that she scared you away from her little pond forever.
Would she ever get to hear the sound of your laughter again?
Would she ever get to see the way your hair shimmers in the evening sunlight ever again?
These worries would plague her for weeks, making her hesitant to even get close to the surface for quite some time.
What if you weren't there and never came back and she stayed up waiting for years and years for someone that was long gone?
She couldn't help the tears that welled up as she lurked just beneath a rather dense patch of lily pads, challenging herself today to try and get close to the sparkling surface to see if she could catch even an inkling of your presence.
She remembered that you tended to show up when the clouds were scarce and the sun was high, so on such a sunny day like today, you’d surely be back, right? That was what she’d hoped as she wrapped her arms around one of the submerged support beams on the dock, pressing her cheek against it with an anxious sigh.
Her chest hurt just thinking about rising the foot that stood between her and the open air to try and see you, rubbing her knuckles against her sternum to try and ease the ache before she heard something suddenly.
Two voices laughing above her on the dock? Could it be…?
It would be impossible for her to mistake the cadence of your laughter with someone else’s, her heart fluttering almost painfully in her chest at the thought of you returning to her and her little pond. A delighted chirp slips from her as she releases the wooden post to peek up above the water’s surface, the top of her head conveniently hidden by a lily pad as she takes in the scene before her.
It was you! Your pointed nose, freckled cheeks, and the brightest smile she’d ever seen, once again gracing her presence after what felt like ages.
You and your friend seemed to be very much engaged in the conversation you were having, and the little siren was more than happy to listen along, just wanting to hear more about your life and who you were.
Realizing that she’d come to the surface empty-handed with no present to give you this time, the little siren takes pause. She was torn between wanting to hear more of your sweet voice and wanting to give you the whole world, the latter winning out as she quietly slipped beneath the rippling surface to go and find the gifts she’d been saving for you.
It wasn’t but a few moments after she started heading to her little cove under the water that she could hear your voice again, but a lot closer and louder this time. It almost sounded like an alarmed chirp, but she knew that you didn’t make those noises, her nose scrunched in confusion as she looks up toward the dock.
In reality, it had been a frightened squeal slipping from your lips as you had accidentally managed to trip off of the dock and into the cool water below. The little siren was baffled at the sight. You had no gills, what were you doing down here with her? After being so frightened of her during their first encounter, there was next to no reason that you would join her willingly.
It was after a moment of hiding from you and watching you struggle to reach the surface again that she’d realized what had happened: you weren’t able to swim. With your loose clothes weighing you down on top of not being able to swim, she could see the multitude of air bubbles slipping from you. If she remembered correctly, that was not good at all for a creature like you. You needed that!
Abandoning her previous quest to find you some more shiny things, the little siren speeds over to your side, taking care not to graze you with her talons as she brings you back up to the surface. Slick muscles flexed as she kept you above the water before she slowly pulled you to the shore, worriedly listening to you gasp for air with a chirp of concern.
Your friend had been trying to offer you a hand before you slipped beneath the water, not knowing that you didn’t know how to swim, so when you and a blue creature popped up from the surface, she was very much taken aback. The little siren had such large, dark eyes, almost seeming like bottomless pits of darkness situated on a light blue scaled face, one that was twisted with worry as she dragged you up onto the sand. Your friend had no idea what the creature was, but was very thankful that she’d saved you from the watery depths. The pond was much deeper than it looked after all, the creature would be sure to scold you for that later when the tears finally left her eyes. For now, she was only concerned with making sure you could breathe, halfway beaching herself just to brush water and wet hair from your face to ensure your safety.
After coughing up a bit of water, a little disoriented, you were able to peek open your eyes a bit, drops of water stinging at them before you saw something blue beside you. It was the creature from a month ago! And it was… crying? Gold tears streaked down her scales as she realized that you were okay, a quiet, relieved sob slipping from her. In her panic to get you ashore and all the splashing coming from you both, she’d very much exposed her existence to the public park, but all that mattered to her was that she could see your face once more. Talon-tipped hands carefully cradle your face to look you over as a soft coo comes from your little siren friend before she looks up in alarm, your friend coming over to shoo her away from you, no doubt fearing that she was about to eat your face or something.
A frightened squeak slips from the little siren as your friend gets closer, a rock in hand to help defend you if needed. With that, she quickly departs from the sand, slipping back beneath the water to watch you and your rock-wielding friend from afar.
She knew that her presence was unsettling to many, evident in the terrified stares she’d begun to receive from the many locals that had swarmed the pond in the wake of your almost drowning, but she just wanted to make sure you were really okay before she left. Watching as you sat up from the sand, still panting and spitting a bit of water, but breathing, she released a tense breath, gold tears mixing with the slight green of the water. With that, she slips back beneath the surface, content with having seen you one last time as you would surely never come back after such a terrifying fright.
Oh well…
It was nice while it lasted…
[very clearly enamored AND elated] He fucking bit me.
stomach hurts from hunger. stomach hurts from eating. what the hell do yuou want from me you stupid fucking organ
everything should cost one dollar, ten dollars, or one hundred dollars. a drinky drink is one dollar. a t shirt is ten dollars. rent is one hundred. i might be convinced to allow one thousand dollars for some very big purchases like a house. i get it, you're running a business. i'm not unreasonable.
i like oceanic aesthetics but specifically deep ocean stuff like bioluminescence and fanged needle teeth like jagged slivers of glass and flat black shining eyes designed to navigate the depths and iridescent green-blue-purple-silver spiked fins and scales. seamonstercore or whatever.
Person A: “You’re oddly unafraid for a human, most tend to be quite fearful of me, even in my…. tamer forms.”
Person B: “No offense darling, but I’ve seen and dated beings more terrifying than you. Even the form you’re in right now, is tame compared to some of my past suitors.”
Person A: “….And your current status?”
Person B: “Pardon?”
Person A: “Are you being courted by anyone now?”
Person B: “….No….Why?”
heartbreaking:
girl has sooooooo many ambitions and ideas for projects but can only get 1.5 basic tasks done per day
you can blame this on two things: my dumb ass setting off every damn spore in the underdark and the realization that i’ve never written sex pollen fic before.
that said, there’s not actually any sex in this fic - but it still counts! someday i’ll write smut i swear.
where i am most ruined (astarion x gender neutral!reader, baldur’s gate 3)
Astarion knew they should have given the myconid colony a wide berth. Should have steered clear of the Underdark as a whole, really. The lack of sunlight was appalling enough without the added annoyance of setting off some noxious fume or other with every step they took. Even now his gut ached from the wild laughter brought upon by the Timmask Spores, but his was a paltry discomfort when compared to your current plight.
Curled into a ball within the circle of Karlach’s arms, your eyes clenched shut, you try desperately to breathe through the fever burning through you. You gasp at each hitch in the tiefling’s stride, every ragged breath punctuated with a whimper you try valiantly to suppress.
“Sorry,” you bite out, your shame evident beneath your clouded eyes and flushed face.
“Hush, soldier,” Karlach soothes you, though Astarion is certain her cheeks are just as flushed as yours. “We’re almost there. Just hold on a bit longer, yeah?”
You nod feebly, your eyes drifting towards Astarion’s for a brief moment before they clench shut once more, your fingers digging into the meat of your arms as if in some futile hope that your own touch could somehow alleviate your agony.
Astarion grits his teeth. In broken speech the sovereign Spaw had explained the intricacies of the spore to which you’d been exposed - an aphrodisiac of sorts, meant to encourage the spreading of seeds within the flora and fauna of the underdark, but seldom touched by mortal tongues.
The effects would come about quickly, he had warned, and would take hours to dissipate if left unchecked.
Upon those words, Astarion had felt the heavy gaze of your companions shift to him. His stomach had swooped, an all too familiar ache settling deep within his belly, and though no one had uttered a word, their expectations were clear enough.
It isn’t as though the idea disgusts him. He cares for you - Astarion is certain of very little, but of that, he has no doubt. What had begun as a simple ploy to charm you to his side had backfired spectacularly, leaving the vampire reeling in the face of the affection he felt for you - true affection, not a shallow parody construed only to manipulate you.
Shedding the shackles of Cazador’s control came with its own set of issues, however - namely, the terrifying realization that Astarion had no idea what he was doing. He had spent the past two centuries seducing countless victims under his master’s command - he could scarcely recall the last time he’d felt genuine affection for another person, let alone how to navigate the complexities of sex without falling into the same poisonous cycle.
He had become so adept at separating his mind from his body during the act that he hadn’t dared to initiate anything more with you once he had finally admitted to the depth of his feelings.
How could he? The tadpole had severed Cazador’s hold upon him and yet Astarion had still fallen into the same old habits, anyway, using every tactic Cazador had ingrained within him to entice you into bed - not because he’d wanted to, but because he had to, or at least he’d felt he must, for how else could he secure his newfound freedom than to ply you with his charm, his body?
But now -
A short, sharp cry escapes your mouth as Karlach lowers you gently upon your bedroll, and Astarion’s stomach abruptly twists itself into knots.
You’re in pain, suffering. He can smell the salt of your tears even now, no matter how furiously you try to blink them away. If you needed him - if his touch could ease your agony, he would give it to you. His memories, his fears, his own agonies be damned, he would do it. He would try, for you.
“I’ll fetch some water,” Karlach murmurs, her hand hovering over your sweaty brow before she pulls away, careful not to touch you. “See if we can’t cool you down a bit, yeah?”
You nod feverishly, trying for a smile that trembles at the edges and falls as soon as Karlach leaves. Your head lolls along your bedroll, your discomfort more than evident, but still you make the effort to search Astarion out and tell him in a soft, choked voice, “You don’t have to stay.”
Astarion scoffs, making a great show of settling on the ground beside you - a task made eminently more difficult while he’s still clad in armor. “Silly thing,” he mutters, carefully brushing his knuckles against your flushed cheek. Even that small touch makes your breath catch, and Astarion sinks a fang into the meat of his cheek, unsure if the pull in his belly is born from discomfort or something else, something far more alien.
You were a sight to behold, even like this, half-mad from the arousal forced upon you by the spores and struggling valiantly against your body’s rising need. Astarion aches to soothe you, to cool the fire burning through your blood, but the thought of touching you, holding you, only to sink into himself and float mindlessly away, turns his blood to ice.
He wants it to be different, with you. Needs it to be different.
Silence falls between you while you await Karlach’s return. Astarion continues to stroke your cheek, his touch light, and though your body shifts restlessly atop your bedroll and he can smell your arousal, a sweet tinge to the air that remains unmistakable, your breath gradually eases from ragged pants to slow, steady inhales.
Astarion takes his leave Karlach arrives, but only to rid himself of his armor before he returns to your tent, waiting by the entrance while the tiefling mops at your damp brow. She’s rid you of your own armor - it lays in a discarded pile at your feet, leaving you clad only in your loose tunic and trousers, and you look a touch less miserable without the heavy bulk weighing you down.
“Gale’s working on a potion to help you sleep,” Karlach tells you, her voice a soothing rumble. “I’ll bring it by as soon as he’s done. Until then - “ She shoots Astarion a glance, a smile curling her lips. “You’ll be in good hands.”
She trusts him to care for you. It’s a startling thought, somehow. A sobering one. Astarion says nothing, but dips his chin in acknowledgment. He doesn’t relish the thought of disappointing the crimson tiefling any more than he’d like to disappoint you.
Karlach departs with a reassuring pat to his shoulder, the tent flap falling shut behind her. With the usual noises of the camp muffled, Astarion is left to focus on little else but your tremulous breaths and the heady scent of your arousal. The scarce bit of space between you quickly fills with it, making his blood heat and his fangs ache. He waits for the discomfort to settle in, the fear, but it’s muddled, hovering on the fringes of his mind as he returns to his place by your side, fingers drifting along your cheek.
You’re warm, too warm to be wholly natural, and you sigh at the chill of his skin, pushing your cheek into his palm.
“How does it feel?” he asks, thumbing at the swell of your lip.
“Burns,” you murmur, clouded eyes seeking his. One of your hands grasps for his forearm, curling meekly around it, while the other finds purchase in your own tunic.
Astarion swallows. “Does it hurt?”
You shake your head. Along your bedroll, your body shifts restlessly, thighs pressing together and fingers curling tight within the folds of your tunic. “Not pain, just - heat. Want. Too much.”
Your voice breaks around the words, breath growing thick. Astarion rises to his knees and lowers his brow to yours, feeling the heat of your skin sinking into his. “Breathe, love,” he urges you, cupping your flushed cheeks within his palms. “Just breathe.”
You huff against his lips, a strangled attempt at a laugh, but you do as he commands, breathing as he does - slow, steady, deep.
“I’ll see you through this,” he promises, and the hitch in your breath warms him straight through, gives him the strength to insist, “Whatever you need, love - just ask, and it’s yours.”
Your eyes find his, and despite the spore’s haze there is clarity within those depths. You understand what he’s offering, what he’s prepared to give, if only you would ask for it.
But you also know what it would cost him.
“No,” you croak, fingers curling around his wrists. “I won’t do it, Astarion. I won’t ask. Not for that.”
Astarion closes his eyes, relieved and feeling horrid for it, but only until your palms slip along his throat, his jaw, and curl gently around his cheeks. When he next meets your gaze, there is no condemnation to be found, no anger, and the vampire abruptly deflates, sinking his cheek into your palm.
“Now is hardly the time to be stubborn, darling,” he tells you, because despite his own reservations, he doesn’t enjoy your suffering, and wishes to ease it.
“Now is exactly the time,” you return promptly, brows furrowing over clouded eyes.
“Surely there is something,” Astarion persists, and you huff out a breath, thumbing at the delicate skin beneath his eye, your touch as light as a bird's wing.
“There is this,” you tell him, fingers delving into his curls and resting furtively on the curve of his skull. “Your presence is all I need, Astarion. I can bear the rest, if only I have that.”
“You have it,” he vows, and not only for this night. For as long as you need it. You have him.
It’s no longer such a terrifying thought, he realizes, twisting onto his side and gathering you against his chest. It’s exhilarating and strange and wholly unfamiliar, yes, but it isn’t terrifying.
It’s just true.
things people do after having a nightmare that isn’t crying
struggle to catch their breath
grab onto whatever’s close enough to ground themselves in reality
become nauseous / vomit
shake uncontrollably
sweat buckets
get a headache
things people do to combat having nightmares if they occur commonly
sleep near other people so they can hear the idle sounds of them completing tasks
move to a different sleeping spot than where they had the nightmare
leave tvs / radios / phones on with noise
just not sleep (if you want to go the insomnia route)
sleep during the day in bright rooms
things people with insomnia do
first, obviously, their ability to remember things and their coordination will go out the window
its likely they’ll become irritable or overly emotional
their body will start to ache, shake, and weaken
hallucinate if it’s been long enough
it becomes incredibly easy for them to get sick (and they probably will)
add your own in reblogs/comments!
Tw: slight gore!
Garlic.
Wasn't that what was supposed to keep vampires away?
They used to braid garlic into wreaths and hang them from their front doors to ward the evil creatures of the night away, didn't they?
You had lived by this logic, unsure as to how exactly it worked, but you'd never had an issue thanks to it.
Or was it perhaps thanks to the fact that these were mythical creatures? A child's worst nightmare? A rumor spread in the olden days to explain why the hair and nails of the dead continued to grow post mortem?
Well, it worked out that garlic had a ton of health benefits as well, meaning you weren't exactly pained to incorporate it into your diet and your life just to be safe.
Watching a pool of red collect on the floor beside you and the man latched to your neck, staining his skin and your own, you cursed whoever had kept a certain side effect of garlic from you.
Garlic was a fantastic aromatic. It helped to flavor soups, stews, breads. It was said to keep away creatures that lurked in the shadows as well as unwanted strangers if you happened to forget to brush your teeth after consuming it.
What they conveniently forgot to tell you was that garlic was a blood thinner as well.
friends to lovers heart fluttering moments:
(feel free to use<3 i miss being active :')
running into their arms after being away for too long !!!!
leaning into each other when laughing.
casually linking arms, holding-hands, sharing hugs that lasts a teensy tiny bit longer. AHHHHH
them watching you do ur own thing with so much admiration [I've one want in life-]
"why?" "because it's you." (like them doing smthng espeviallyyforu)
"I'll do anything, as long as it's with you." n they nonchalantly say it.??? ( MA SONGG OMG)
spending more time together than usual
having your parents tease you and ship you together > ~ <
teasing them and they actually blush???
getting physically close during the denial phase. IMAGINE KISSING AND FREAKING OUT SAYING, "friends... kiss. right?"
getting ur breath hitched whenever they're too close.
imagine lingering with ur mouth slightly parted while both of ur noses brush, eyes fluttering just wondering---where this is going.
^ AND WHEN THEY SAY, "fuck it. may i kiss u?" but their voice is so low, yearning so hard.
getting noticeably shy after going a lil too hard on the kissing--"it's ok, we're still friends, right?"
a third person NOTICING IT AND going, "oh SO yall are the type to kiss and nOT TELL?" "WhAT NO, WE DIDNT-" "YEAH WE DIDN'T."
^ but one if one of them is an idiot n they go, "HOW DID U NOTICE?" "ha, so i was correct. yall mfs-!!!"
and the realising phase of how much you like them
and not being able to wait until u see them. so u can confess, get it out and about.
or what if? they end up ur house at 4 am in pouring rain and say, "i know we're best friends, but i want to be more. Let me be yours forever please, and not just as friends this time." AAAAAAAH.
SCREAMING N FIGHTING KISSING IN THE RAIN, ITS 2 AM N UR LOVIN THEIR NAME SO IN LOVE BUT U ACT INSANEEE N THATS THE WAY U LOVE THEMMM
Little siren who absolutely adores you after seeing you walk by her pond one day. She thinks your nose is the best thing she’s ever seen, especially when it scrunches as you laugh at a joke your friend made. The little blue creature stays hidden beneath the water and algae during your visits, careful not to let anyone (including yourself) see her.
She doesn’t want to frighten you away!
She’s done it before, scared people on accident by peeking up above the water. Thankfully, no one really believed that there was a scaly mythical creature hiding in the depths of her pond, so she’d been pretty safe recently.
But she really, really wanted to see you and say hi!
One day, as you’re sitting alone on the dock at the edge of the pond, a dock surrounded by trees and a little more secluded than the rest of the pond, she figures that now might be a good time to say something!
With hands full of shiny things that she figured you might like, two pitch-black eyes peek up above the waterline to the left of you and the dock before she reaches up to set your presents next to you. Obviously not expecting a set of hands to appear from seemingly nowhere, you’re startled from your thoughts, a surprised yelp escaping you before you pull your feet from the water and scramble away from the blue, talon-tipped hands that quickly retreat back into the water with a splash.
Oh no! Had she scared you like she’d scared the others?
The thought hurt… you hadn’t even seen her yet and she’d already caused you to panic? Golden tears well up in her eyes before being whisked away by the water as she retreats deeper into the pond for the day, unable to handle the heartache for now as she pushed past algae and sea grass, and left you with her pile of silver and golden trinkets that could probably pay your rent for the month.
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Deity Reader who was once human betrayed, tortured, and sacrificed by cultist to bring their god into the new age. Unfortunately for them, their god remembers everything from their former life and bestows not the guiding light they pleaded for - but pure rage. It tears out the teeth of those spouting their false worship, gouges the eyes of those who gaze at them with love and affection when all the emotion they held before had been nothing but lies and deceit. They escaped the compound after killing half the members - found and taken in by a kind hunter who brings them into the nearby town and happily puts a bullet through any cultists trying to steal them away. There's something strange about everyone in town, but they treat Reader with the kindest so foreign to them by then and promise to never let any one or thing take or hurt them ever again
The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤
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