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Nightmares Marvus x Reader

Heart trying to escape out of your throat you sat up in your bed breathing hard. For a moment you could still hear the sounds of the alarms on your little rocket ship blaring in alert as you crashed into Alternia’s surface. But as you began to wake more you realized you were safe- Alternia long behind you. Trembling from adrenaline you shakily threw off your blankets and slipped out of bed. Your legs felt weak, fawn-like as you wandered out of Marvus’ guest room. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what had triggered the nightmare. It had been years since that night, you weren’t even on Alternia anymore. Trying to calm yourself you stumbled into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. It was nothing. Nothing at all. You had experienced much worse than the shuttle crash since then and came out on the other side. Out of all the nightmares you had had since then it baffled and frustrated you that the crash was the most frequent of all. Behind you was the shuffle of feet and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned to find Marvus shuffling into the kitchen.

“Hey lil buddy was up?” He asked tiredly, voice gravelly from sleep. Guilt over waking him nearly choked you. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You spoke softly.

“Nah, don’ worry bout it. What’s wrong? Y’look like you seen some shit.” 

“It was just an old nightmare. Nothing I can’t handle.”

That just made Marvus frown as he came to sit beside you, dragging his stool close enough your knees brushed. 

“Wanna talk bout it?”

“Not… Not really.”

Marvus sighed, reaching out to lay his hand on your leg in a soothing gesture. His thumb rubbed at the exposed skin, his cold hands remarkably grounding as you fought down the shivers of phantom panic. 

“I know I ain’t yo diamond or nothin’ but you do be knowin’ I still care bout you right?”

“Of course.” 

“But you still don’ wanna talk bout it.” 

“Its an old nightmare Marvus, comes back up every once in awhile. But its over now. That’s what matters.” 

“Still hurtin’ you somethin’ fierce though.” 

“Marvus.” You sighed. He glanced away with a clear scowl before shaking his head. 

“I don’ like seein’ you this worked up. ‘Specially when there ain’t a damn thing to do bout it.”

“I know. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t.” He spoke voice surprisingly firm, you glanced up at him to find him staring at you intently, almost angrily, “Don’t apologize. I don like the thought of you jus’ hidin’ away til your thinkpan’s on straight. Ain’t right.” 

“People have nightmares all the time.”

“Yeah? Well you ain’t jus’ people to me.”

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes, the stress of your nightmare rearing its ugly head. For a brief moment it was as if the deafening screech of metal was all around you again. Taking a deep breath you placed your hand on top of his. 

“Thanks Marvus.” 

His other hand came up to carefully wipe the tears from your eyes. Movements gentle as his thumb caressed your cheek. 

“What can I do?” He asked after a moment when the tears just kept coming. 

“I don’t…” More tears welled in your eyes blurring his face, “I don’t know.”

What a terrifying thought. The realization you didn’t know what would make you feel better at all. His hand brushed across your cheek again, then past it until he was carefully cupping the back of your head. He tilted you forwards as he leaned down until your foreheads were touching.

“That’s okay. Lemme jus’ take care of ya.” He spoke, voice soft. He tilted away from you to place a kiss to your scalp. “Don’ worry bout nothin’.” 

A shuddering breath left you as he deftly moved to lift you into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck you buried your head in his shoulder. Tears were burning at your eyes, trailing down your cheeks more insistent than before as you wrapped your legs around his legs. 

“I’ve got you. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ get you tonight, babe.” Claws rubbing soothingly up and down your back you allowed yourself to cry openly. Sobbing without restraint into his shoulder as he carried you back to bed. He wouldn’t shush you, the comfort he offered was different than what Polypa offered as your moirail. But it was more than you expected to receive and genuine. So very genuine. You knew he’d cleave the world in two if you asked and it terrified you as much as it soothed you. 

But tonight you could admit that it was what you needed. To know you were safe, to know you were loved, it was enough.

Happy Apocalypse AU

Ch.1 Week 0

Moon’s view

“SUN!” I call from my lab.

“YEA?” I hear him call back.

“CAN YOU COME DOWN HERE?”

I hear his footsteps as he rushes down to the lab.

“What do you need?” He asks.

I point to a flask on my table, it had yellow liquid inside, and a smiley face on the flask.

“What is it?” He gets closer to the liquid as I reply.

“Idk,” I walk closer as well, “It was by the doorway of our house, so I took it to the basement lab.”

“That’s what you call this place? The basement lab?” He chuckles a little as I glare at him.

“Yes, now shush! I was wondering if you could test it.”

Sun starts to look a little worried and nervous as he looks at the liquid, “How?”

“Drink it.”

“Your crazy! Why would I DRINK something that we don’t ev-“

I interrupt him, “You chicken?”

He looks at me, slightly pissed off, grabs the flask, and chugs it all down, all while keeping eye contact with me.

I look slightly worried, “Sun you didn’t have to drink ALL of it, I still needed some for  some experiments.”

Sun just stares at me, then starts pacing around, panicking, “YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT BEFORE! YOU KNOW HOW I GET WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME A CHICKEN! NOW I HAVE THIS UNKNOWN LIQUID IN MY SYSTEMS! I COULD DIE! I COULD-!”

I grab him, calmly, but firmly, “Calm down, you’ll be fine, I’ll make sure of it.”

I smile at him, and he smiles back, “Now, let’s get out of here.”

I lead Sun out of the lab, and into our house. For the rest of the day, we cuddled as we watched tv.

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Ch. 2 Week 1

Sunny’s view

It’s been a week since I drunk the liquid, and everything been pretty much going well. No side effects, or anything!

As I walk out of my room, I see Moony sitting on the couch, watching tv, and drinking some oil.

As I yawn, I sit on the couch, leaning into Moon, and ask, “Whatcha watching?”

“My little pony.” He answers as he looks at me.

As I look at him to say something, I see he has a surprised, and worried face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you get an upgrade recently?”

“No? Why?”

“Why do you have four arms then?”

I look down at my body, and there they were, on the hand part, was a smily face. I fall off the couch in surprise.

“Are you ok?” Moony asks as he helps me up.

“I’m fine.” I smile back at him, as I let him help me up.

When I’m up, Moony looks more surprised, “Your… as tall as me.”

I look, and see he’s right, “Ha ha! Now you can’t always bragging about being three inches taller than me!” I celebrate by stealing Moon’s oil.

“Hey!”

He chases me as I run away, however, I slowly stop as I see a man in the corner. I try to get a better look, but Moony pounces on me, making me spill the oil all over myself as I hit the floor, with Moony on top of me. I look at the corner again, but see he’s not there.

“Did… did you see that? In the corner?” I ask, my rays shrinking a little.

Moony sees this, then looks in the corner confused, “No? Something wrong?”

“It’s… it’s nothing.” I get up as soon as Moony gets off of me, head to the bathroom, and clean the oil off.

I hear faint voices in my head, but choose to ignore them as I leave the bathroom. I head back to the living room, where Moony was continuing to watch MLP.

When he hears me walk in he asks, “Do you think the height and extra arms have to do with the liquid?”

“Maybe.” I reply as I sit down next to him.

“It’ll be fine though… right?” He continues to ask as he looks at me with worry.

“It’ll be fine, and if it’s not, your find a way to fix it. You always do.

We smile at each others as we continue to cuddle and watch MLP.

Lunar’s view

I was hanging out in Good Eclipse’s Dimension, we were playing Minecraft at his apartment he has, till Eclipse got a call from Moon.

When he answered, Moon started to yell, “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHY ARENT YOU AT THE DAYCARE?! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! YOU USELESS PIECE OF SH-!” Then Eclipse ends the call.

“Why was Moon mad at you?” I ask, looking up at Eclipse.

Cool Doritos View

“Why was Moon mad at you?” Lunar ask, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t your Moon.” I rub his head a little as he continues to look at me, I can see a hint of worry.

Before Lunar could say anything, I continue, “Let’s ignore big o’l grumpy Moon and continue playing Minecraft.”

So, we forget the call, and continue to play the game.

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heya! I saw your post about requests so can i have like a Regulus x reader? Maybe Regulus and reader went to the cave together? (died or survived? idm) ty! love your works

A/n: Dear Lord I need to get my act together w my writing. I'm so sorry to the people who have requested and not got theirs for like- months. Hope you enjoy! Sorry I decided you were a hufflepuff bc lets be real, if Reg lived, he would've married a puff. As always constructive criticism welcome, but pls polite 💖🥰

Call Her Mistress

You stood in the dark of the cave glaring at the liquid in front of you. When Kreacher told Regulus of what Voldemort had done, his Master decided to find the locket and he begged you to stay behind.

So naturally, you wrapped your arms around him and told him there was no way in hell.

A soft, cold hand made its way into yours and squeezed. You looked up at the man next to you.

"You have to drink it?" You asked him, voice a lot shakier than you intended.

Regulus' hand squeezed yours again and his eyes flashed.

"Yes, darling."

"And I just have to... to what? Stand here? Watch you?" Regulus let out a resigned sigh as he listened to your worries.

"Yes, darling. Kreacher will force the drink down my throat if he needs, just as he has been ordered. And if I don't make it-"

"You'll make it!" You cut him off with a yelp. He winced at the pain in your voice.

"If I don't make it, you and Kreacher take the locket and destroy it. Kreacher is also under orders to protect you." He says slowly.

His voice is low and it's almost as is he has given up already.

You pull him close and rest your free hand on his cheek. His light grey eyes glisten with tears, yet they're still the most beautiful things you've ever seen.

His silken, black hair tickles your hand as it moves against your hard brrathing and you close your eyes for just a moment, relishing the feeling of his cheek against your palm. The feeling of your hand in his.

"You. Will. Make it." You stated defiantly and brushed your lips against his ever so lightly.

When you pulled away, Regulus chased your lips for a real kiss and you pressed a finger to his lips.

"You'll get more when we get out of here."

"Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?" He asked with a small glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Is it working?" You asked, biting your lip and he let out a humourless chuckle.

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Regulus."

🔸️

Only a few days ago were you sitting in a library with your love, giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. Now you held him still as he screamed and thrashed while Kreacher tried to pour the horrid substance into his mouth.

Well, you held him as still as you could.

Even weakened this way, Regulus was much stronger than you and his body was currently pumping him full of adrenaline.

"Come on Reg just a little bit more. Please Reggie for me, just a little bit more I promise. Kreacher, how many more mouthfuls?" You stroked Regulus' hair with one hand as the other held his mouth open.

"About two M-" He stopped when he realised he didn't know how to adress you.

"Two more, my love. Two more mouthfuls, please..." You begged him as he pleaded with you and the house elf to let him free.

Your heart broke every time a strained plea left his mouth. His cheeks were wet with tears and your eyes blurred with your own.

Horrible thoughts raced through your mind as his screams echoed about the cave. You must be a monster to put the love of your life through this. You should've done it yourself.

Next time you go after a horcrux, it's you who goes through the pain.

You and Kreacher coaxed the last drop into his mouth and then you let him go.

"W-water..." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Yes sweetheart. Kreacher you stay with him, I'll get him water." You ordered and pressed a kiss to Regulus' head before you ran off.

His hair was stuck to his face with sweat and you could've cried with how greatful you were.

Regulus leaned forward and muttered some words to his house elf. Kreacher looked unsure, but a weak, yet stern glare from his Master seemed to convince him.

"M-Mistress no!" Kreacher yelled, stumbling over the first word, unused to calling you, a hufflepuff of all things, Mistress.

But it was his Master's orders.

You stopped still at Kreachers yell, standing only feet away from the water.

"Mistress musn't go any further. Do not call attention to the Inferi!" Kreacher warned and as you began to back up, a sickly hand popped out of the water and landed on the stone in front of you.

"Shit!" You shrieked and scrambled back up to where Regulus lay.

"Kreacher can you apparate us out of here?" You asked before conjuring some water directly into Regulus' mouth.

He spluttered and choked for a moment beacuse of how he was laying, but soon swallowed the water and begged for more.

"I may be able to, but there are many defenses in this cave Mistress. It may take Kreacher a while." He answered as you pulled Regulus' head up onto your lap to get him into a better position for drinking.

"That's okay, do whatever you can just please get him out of here." Hundreds of Inferi were crawling up from the water at a swift pace.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and your throat tightened in fear, you didn't want to die.

And more than that, you didn't want Regulus to die.

"I'm under my Master's orders to keep you alive." Kreacher pointed oif while scrunching his face up, digging around his magic to gather the strength to apparate the three of them out of there.

"Yeah well you call me Mistress, which means I can give you orders too. And I order you to save him at any cost." You cried out trying to stifle your sobs in favour of keeping Regulus calm.

"W-water..." He rasped again and you complied.

"Yes dear, water. Stay alive and you can have all the water you want I promise you." You pushed his hair out of his eyes and gave him more water.

Your fear and panic was rising and making it harder for you to cast spells.

"Kreacher hurry!" You yelled out as you felt a disgusting, bony hand wrap around your ankle and begin to drag towards the water.

"Y-Y/n!" Regulus' head had gathered itself together enough for him to realise you were in danger.

"Master Regulus must stay calm." Kreacher told him and Regulus panicked as your body was pulled from underneath him.

"Kreacher save her!" Regulus screamed as he began to sit up, crawling towards the Inferi.

"Stay away from the Inferi Master Regulus!" Was the last thing you heard before you head hit a jagged piece of stone and the world around you faded from existence.

🔸️

"Y/n... love?" A small voice echoed through your head. You knew that voice.

Did this mean you had both died?

"Sweetheart... please... please wake up..." The voice you loved more than anyone elses sounded through your head again.

His voice was strained and tired and it pulled at your heart.

Your eyes slowly blinked open to see a blurry figure above you.

"Y/n! You're alive!" He rejoiced and you blinked slowly.

"I am?" You muttered as you began to sit up. Pain racked through your body and your head pounded.

"Doesn't feel like it." You groaned, but nevertheless stayed sitting up.

You looked around the room and found yourself on the ground of the small apartment you shared with Regulus since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts.

Regulus still looked like death, but here he was kneeling over you.

"W- how?" You asked and Regulus let out a breathless laugh.

"The Inferi got you, I crawled after you and Kreacher crawled after us. He apparated us out of there. He's fine. He's drawing us a bath now, then he'll be returning back to my parents house."

You looked at him with wonder. How lucky could you have been to not only have landed a man like him, but go through that and both of you come out alive.

"You're a bloody idiot Regulus Black." You laughed and surged forward to kiss him.

After a few moments of sinking into the comforting feeling of your lips on his he pulled away.

"One more thing."

"But I promised you those kisses if we survived. What, now you don't want one?" You giggled, but his eyes had turned serious - filled with love - but serious.

"I told Kreacher to call you Mistress because... I was hoping you would be." He admitted solemnly and you raised a brow at him.

"Y/n please, please, pretty please marry me?"

Imagine Your Favorite Character

Imagine having a lovely garden party with your favorite character(s).

Kitten's reply

It was an odd request. Almost as odd as him coming into his room in the middle of the night, and at first he was going to tell Jack to leave, but after getting a better look at him he realized something was wrong.

He looked different tonight; confused, maybe a little anxious. Almost like he did the day he told him he killed Lacie.

"I suppose...is everything alright?"

@kitxkatrp : You asleep?” Jack

He hadn't been asleep long, maybe a little over an hour; he had been stressed lately, and wasn't sleeping very well. So, upon hearing Jack's question he didn't even bother opening his eyes. Couldn't he see he was trying to rest, what could the blonde possibly want now? Maybe it was something important? Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, with a slight sigh Oswald slowly opened his eyes. "What is it, Jack?"

Jack had arrived earlier that day to visit and stayed far longer than Oswald was expecting. He didn't really understand why Jack had decided to prolong his stay, but he didn't really mind. It was nice having a bit of company. It was already dark out, and they had been relaxing in one of the sitting rooms.

Wood was crackling in the fireplace, however He still felt slightly cold. He didn't bother to get up and grab a blanket; instead he remained seated staring out the window. It had been snowing all day, but he wasn't really interested in the scenery...his mind was elsewhere at the moment. Jack and him had been talking about various things, mostly trivial, but now their conversation had shifted into something a bit more serious. He didn't know why he had revealed that he broke in silence. It wasn't information Jack needed to know, but he couldn't take it back now...

He glanced over at Jack waiting for him to start laughing at him, but the laughter never came. Instead Jack offered him a smile...not a mocking smile, but one that expressed sympathy. He shifted a bit in his seat and averted his eyes he didn't want Jack to feel sorry for him....he didn't think he deserved Jack's sympathy. He didn't think he deserved anyone's sympathy...

Jack was right... there were people who cared about him, and the one person who cared about him the most would die at his hand.

The room was starting to feel a bit warmer now. Jack's words were starting to make him severely uncomfortable. Even though he wasn't saying anything bad...he still wasn't so sure. Should he let Jack be his shoulders in the darkness? What if he became a burden to him? He was going to become Glen soon shouldn't he deal with things on his own...

"No...I shouldn't trouble you with my problems..." It was better for him to deal with things alone. That way he wouldn't bother anyone. "Just forget I said anything."

@gloomy-glen

Feelings were a domain in which sadly for everyone he had no measure --- for little experience of something called an emotion could be experienced within his persona. For sure, inside another time period, back when he was envious of all the noblesse realm could brought upon people meanwhile he was an outcast, when he was searching hopelessly acceptance somewhere and blamed circumstances concerning his birth who locked an entire world to his doorsteps, he had partial remembrances to have experienced that same state. Though, memories stayed very away, within that distance when he couldn’t catch them, in which even smaller recollections left him emotionless at best. Maybe, during that time, fragments of his heart could have been saved --- or maybe always had been damned to becoming a silent executioner of the world who found no real interest into it for deciding, all by himself, to deciding how the clock should turn, regardless if it was against all laws. Did it was matter by the end of the day? Did his actions will troubling whatever sleep he might have? Did he would express apologies within his bored consideration of the world he was living? No. Question wasn’t directly asked, but did he was troubled concerning Lacie? Did he had these deranging emotions of guilt about what he repeatedly exposed to him, meanwhile he refused to believe someday he would lose her to some Abyss and was fated of disappearance? He didn’t have to listen to the Will of the Abyss. Actually, he didn’t cared about the Abyss’s needs, whatever how off world dimension it remained screaming of loneliness, when determination remained to giving that dimension all wrong in one manner of another. Taking revenge in same manner eventually he managed to achieve it in middle of noblesse spheres.

Though, within sympathetic smile he was expressing, inside manipulative move to bring reassurance, casual brightness resonated an couple of seconds … before somewhere boredom of the mask seemed to briefly expose, when green eyes illuminated with seriousness. Internally, a mocking condescending sigh was swallowed back as easily it was come. ❝ You have people who care about your well-being you know. How sad your expression must be, fulfilled inside your thoughts, and must of course to be perceived by people around you. ❞  Meanwhile he was talking, he was remembering himself all always serious his father’s look had been towards him, how heaviness between them each other was echoing each instant. How he had been embraced by the nice sentiment of hatred in middle of balls, and various noble reunions, when every time his smile sparked with more illumination, when every time he was swallowing back negative emotions wrapped his own being. How impression of victory he gained concerning his own life had been robbed by the light of his existence. Oh, so many people within nobles were worried each time his expression diverged of usual brightness, or even remained uncomfortable by his somewhere lack of consideration by remaining smiling even in serious conversations … It was so pleasant. It was nice flattery. All these women thinking he could be a private prince charming … All the nobles anchoring themselves towards how illuminated he sensed to be. They were boring. ❝ I have experienced what you’re currently experiencing right now, and I can be your shoulders in the darkness if you want~❞  It was the closeness of the truth he will allow himself to say. ❝ People will notice how different you are, hence you need a valuable fire’s candle for avoid anything tarnish your family name. ❞ 

“Family  isn’t  always  who  you’re  born  with.  It's  also  who  you’d  die  for. ” - For a sibling moment between Pidge with Hunk and Lance? (I'm a sucker for familial bond between these three)

Family sentence starters

Pidge watched as her teammates sleep , it had been a long week. After all she finally got one of her brothers back. A small smile formed on her face as she rested her chin against her knees. Her eyes wondered over to the group of picture's they took after their latest mission.

Lance and hunk had unintentanly wormed their way into her heart.

Did she regret their first meeting ? No, while she could have been nicer she didn't regret following them.

While they we're annoying and did have a habbit of taking her inventions and going into her room unannounced they were her brothers.

After all family isn't always who your born with. Its who you would die for. Even if her brothers were a bunch of nerds. She just hoped her parents liked them.

Oh sorry! Then could you do Violet and Rhiannon with a nonbinary! S/O whos a scribe but the dragons like them a lot, even Xadens dragon, who only likes Xaden?

Sure thing lol. If I spell anyone’s names wrong because I listened to the audiobook so correct me please:)

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•Tairn will harass violet to no end until she finally asks you out

•Andarna playing with you(head butting you, getting the zoomies like a dog when she sees you)

•Rhiannon throwing you over her shoulder and plopping you in front of feirge, who promptly licks you, making your hair stand up. Fuckin gross.

•sgaeyl HAS nuzzled you at least once. Quite unsettling. Especially since xaden can’t do anything about it.

•you, violet, and Rhi on as much of a date as possible (probably just a walk or something) and tairn shows up out of nowhere. Bro goes where he wants(especially when his human and her partners are there)

•Xaden low key hating you since you are the only other one sgaeyl likes

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A/N: I hope this was everything you where looking, lol! This was my first time writing one of these and I’m only like three quarters of the way through fourth wing sooo:)

Healer

A Mermay Prompt

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There was a whistled song when you left the car. It sounded injured and mournful.

Leaving your gear, you snatched the first aid and bolted across the sand and rocks towards the sound. You weren’t sure you were thinking. Just the thought of the song being Cross had you moving before you could even consider a reaction and you weren’t about to question it.

He was beached in your hidden cove. His song cut off when he saw you and your head cleared. He was fine. He was alive. You still desperately wanted to make sure he was okay.

“Y/n? What are you-?”

“Are you okay?” You rushed forward to check him when a hand stopped you.

“Y/n, stop. It’s fine. What are you even doing here this early? The sun has barely come out.” Cross’s voice strained with worry.

You slapped his hand away. “I’m normally up this early! Now let me see where you’re hurt!”

He shifted away from your approach. “It’s nothing. I just got in a friendly fight with one of my pod. It’ll heal itself.”

His retreat didn’t stop you as you stormed forward to check him over. He was hiding it somewhere. “And I can help it heal faster so it doesn’t scar. Cross. Let me see it.” You growled.

Mumbling in frustration, Cross flopped onto his belly and let you see the fresh bite and scratch marks behind his floppy dorsal fin. The bite was deep and looked more like an intent to kill than play fighting. Especially with the claw mark curving toward Cross’s belly.

You set the first aid down and pulled out the few things for cleaning wounds. “This might hurt.”

He scoffed. “Please. I’ve hade worse- hissssss!” Cross’s back arched as you wiped a scratch with an alcohol wipe. His blazing eyelight looked back at you. “Why are you using a jellyfish?!?!”

“It’s not a jellyfish. It’s alcohol. And it’s cleaning your wounds.”

“I don’t need them cleaned! The water cleans them!”

“If they were clean, it wouldn’t hurt.”

He groaned. “You’re the worst healer I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not a healer.”

“No shit.”

For some reason you were unsure of, Cross’s use of a curse word had you sputtering with laughter. Where did he learn that word? Surely not from the water. And he’d used it properly.

“What’s wrong with you now?”

“Nothing! I- heheh -I just didn’t expect you to curse! It shocked me!” You dabbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, careful not to get the wipes in them.

“Oh my stars, you’re laughing because I said shit??” Was his wounded accusation.

“Stop making me laugh or I’m accidentally going to press too hard on your wounds! Jellyfish or not, these things hurt.”

“And yet you still use them on me.” He flinched away with a hiss.

“Yeah, ‘cause it’s helping. Now stop moving.”

The next few minutes were filled with hisses, various curse words, empty threats, and plenty of alcohol wipes. The wounds were cleaned and patched as Cross insisted he wrap them himself later.

When you finished, he sighed deeply. “……Thank you. It does feel better.”

“You’re welcome, Cross. I’m glad I could help.”

The waves splashing against the shore, trying to reach you, was the only sound for several minutes.

“So,” Cross interrupted. “What, uh, what do you do for a living? People still work for things, right?”

“Yeah, I work online. It sucks but it beats having to leave the house. And I get to go diving whenever I want. I can just close my laptop and go.”

“You like diving?” Cross smiled.

You scoffed as a smile split your face. “Obviously. I love the ocean. It’s so much more alive than the city. Like, yeah, the city is busier. Cars and people rushing to get to work or go home. But the water has more color and casual life. Fish swim around, not to get to work, but just because they can. Anemones and sea grass are always swaying and moving with the water. Everything practically screams peace while still being wild and uncontrollable. It’s just so beautiful. And I wish I could be a part of that.”

Cross’s smile changed to understanding. “You want to live in the ocean.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, we could probably use a healer down there.” He grinned. “Just not you.”

“Hey!”