Gasharpoon 🧠!! Forsaken
Bon voyage. Your mermaid's setting sail. At last full speed towards your heart. Full speed towards your heart. "Whatever path you take, your captain will always find you." (YER' HER FAVORITE SEA CREATURE, AND SHE'S GOT SOMETHIN' FER YA!)She stood with her hand on the railings of the ship and waited. Waited for them. Every sound faded to her as she was waiting for that sea sound of her favorite little lass in the sea coming to greet her favorite ol' captain. She couldn't hear her pistons as she blocked that out, the sound of her leg was blocked out, the birds, the breeze.
blocked.
"come on, she should be comin' up by now..surely." she said in thought as she kept searching the ocean's surface, trying to look deeper within to search for even a hint of her.
until finally, she heard the sound of the sea being disturbed by movement. a splash, perchance. And just by that she knew who it was and had her arm already placed in the position of a bridal carry. a few seconds and she felt wetness on her arm, and she knew. They were finally here, in her arms..like she loved. "Finally, ya came! Been waitin' fer ya, lass." she let out a cough and a slight cackle as she sat them down on the railing of the ship, carefully. "have they always looked that..beautiful? what am I talkin' about, they have always been beautiful." Captain John shook her head as she was in thought, reaching into one of her pockets, not breaking eye contact. "I..I gotcha' somethin'. I hope ya like it." Captain John pulled out the braided multi-colored thread, and held it out to them. "I made this for ya, it's a friendship bracelet. Yer' not supposed to take it off until it naturally does." She gently took their hand and wrapped it around their wrist and tying it together.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là , la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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