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Human is doing their best to help a merman. They're both unsure about the other and there's an obvious language barrier. So they're both talking without a clue what the other means and going off of vibes and actions.
....speaking of communicating, I need to add more detail of merman's facial expressions. Hmmm. Details!
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Merman boyfriend decorating your legs with shells as you lounged beside him on the shoreline. Each shell a different size and type. An art piece connecting land and sea.
Spending time with you and gifting you many gifts all wrapped up in one activity made for an extra special day. Laughs and gentle intimacy shared at the beach.
You would need to carry every shell back home. Whether that means a full bag, stuffed pockets, or taking multiple trips; those shells were his gifts to you. A sign of his unyielding affection.
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"Stay With You" rockstar! male! werewolf x human! Reader
(A/N: After enjoying your favorite artists' concert, your best friend decides it's the precise time to fulfill their promise to you.
Warnings: use of (Y/F/N) for your first name, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, and minor angst
Word Count: 2,044 words)
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Hidden by the clouds, the full moon patiently waited to illuminate the Hollowed Path Stadium as satisfied fans left the venue. Excited chatter could be heard within the stadium and beyond into the crisp night air.
Heartbeat still racing after the concert and to an impending moment your best friend had promised you weeks earlier, you stumbled along behind your friend. Perhaps the night of hearing your favorite songs live could give you courage through the night ahead. If your friend's promise wasn't too crazy to fulfill.
Your friend was buzzing with energy as they took you around to the back of the stadium, practically dragging you.
Upon seeing two large tour buses, the reality of the promise hit you in the chest. This could very well be the closest you would ever come to your favorite artist.
Surrounded by his staff, Atlas, was headed towards his black tour bus. His dark shoulder length hair was handsomely tousled after his performances. A three hour concert made him appear more alive even in the late hour.
"ATLAS!" Your friend yelled at the top of their lungs. "My best friend is your biggest fan!"
All heads turned to the pair of you as you stopped. Only Atlas appeared amused in the artificial lighting by the building.
Your fingers reflexively reached for your bracelets to fiddle with, a sort of comfort in a new situation. One you hoped would not embarrass you for all eternity.
"What's your friend's name?" Atlas called out.
They pulled you closer to him; about five paces away.
"(Y/F/N)!"
His gaze shifted to you, "Are you (Y/F/N)?"
You nodded, unsure what precisely to say and not trusting your voice. Making a fool of yourself in front of the singer was not a part of your agenda. Yet falling in love with his voice all over again was a strong possibility.
Taking a step forward, he sniffed the air. His fine, shoulder length hair shifted in the light breeze. A curious expression crossed over him.
Your friend nudged you roughly.
Giving a small wave, you managed a small, "Hello."
Atlas smiled and carefully shouldered passed his alert staff to reach you. Something about his movements were smooth and purposeful as a dance.
"Biggest fan, huh?" His gaze made your stomach flutter and your face warm. Atlas glanced to your friend and asked, "Do you mind if I borrow your friend for a few min--?"
"Go ahead!" They clapped you on the back hard enough to make Atlas wince.
In your personal space and close enough to smell his cinnamon cologne, Atlas wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Warm and more comforting than a slap on the back.
"I'm gonna show (Y/F/N) around a bit." Atlas announced and steered you towards a tour bus as your heart thudded in your chest.
The anxious looks of his staff did not go unnoticed by you. Holding the concert on this part of the month was a risk already.
"I still have time." He checked the cloudy sky above.
The moment you were inside the bus alone with Atlas, it all became very real. Your best friend had promised to have you meet the singer who brought so much art and emotions into your life. Being alone with the handsome creative was another subject altogether.
To the relief of your nerves and past questions of his character, Atlas was an empathic gentleman. From the second he opened the door and gestured you to enter first with a soft: "Watch for step.". You were struck with how kind he truly was.
As sweet as his lyrics.
He did his best to make you comfortable. From showing you around to making silly jokes. Letting you touch his favorite guitar. Never pressing for you to say anything if you found yourself starstruck every other moment.
Like a dream you wouldn't wake from.
Sitting on a cushioned bench, you watched as Atlas continued finding items to sign. A small pile of albums, posters, and oddly folded clothes sat beside you. All from his insistence to give you something.
You chuckled at his latest attempt of a moon joke.
"Hey. I'm doing my best." Atlas pointed a marker to his chest. The black moon graphic shirt he wore disguised any evidence of marker mishaps; its fabric fitting just right on his lean tan form. A rockstar after hours.
"Thank you." You said, fingers playing around your decorated wrist.
"I should be thanking you." He set the marker aside and knelt in front of you. "Without you, I'd still be writing and singing in my room. You've supported me for so long. Thank you." Atlas kissed both of your hands as he lifted them. "I couldn't ask for a better fan."
Overcome by emotions, you could hardly meet his steady gaze. His words touched your soul on a way his songs cradled you through dark nights. His kiss brightened the cloudy night outside.
Calloused fingers played with the handmade bracelets on your left wrist. Some is his song titles spelled out with beads.
"Are these your favorite songs?" Atlas tilted his head for a better look. Dark strands of hair falling over his face like a soft curtain.
"Top favorites," you clarified. "I love all of your songs."
He looked up at you with his warm light brown eyes. "You do?" He asked as softly as his thumbs circled over your wrist.
"The always make me feel...like I'm not the only one in the world with so many emotions. I don't feel alone on bad days and happier on good days."
"What about today? You were in the audience."
You smiled and gazed at where his hands met yours.
"Hearing you sing live isn't something I'm going to ever forget. You give so much. It's...well, it's extraordinary." You admitted openly.
Expecting him to speak again of his gratitude, you were surprised to hear him start singing. One of the songs you favored above all others. A song about wanting to find love and giving love with one's whole heart no matter what. His voice warmed your soul. It stole your breath.
Atlas serenaded you with full earnest, never looking away. All attention on you. It was enough to make you bashful from something so unexpected and pure.
Delicately, he set your hands behind his neck and held your chin so you could not hide your expression. He wanted this moment with you.
Your heart swelled from all of the affection and undivided attention. If you weren't careful, you would easily fall in love with your favorite artist.
Would that be so awful?
Song coming to a close, Atlas kissed your forehead with the final lyric.
"My heart has waited for you."
Tears threatened to fall as you both gazed at one another in the heavy silence. Hearts more open than before. Minds less inclined to consider the world outside and any concerns thought of earlier.
His nose bumped yours as Atlas went in for a kiss you had only dreamed of receiving. Grounding you to the moment with his hands firmly on your hips, he pressed forward. Lips warm and moving with open vulnerability with your own. Impassioned and electrifying.
Head becoming dizzy with emotion, you pulled away for a breath of air and Atlas let out an actual whine. Unwilling to part for long or have him unhappy, you kissed him. Not that you had to convince yourself. With the renewed reciprocation, he kissed more passionately. So unreserved. Kiss after kiss gave every indication of shared devotion for the other's actions. Both loyal and grateful.
You lightly scratched his scalp and immediately found yourself tugging him closer as he groaned pleasantly. It was better than and daydream. His lips traveled along your jaw in no rush as you gasped for air. Every touch nearly turning your mind into mush and causing your body to shiver in anticipation.
This was not a short bus tour. It was something more.
"Atlas," you panted in a heated daze.
The singer mouthed down the side of your neck and begun licking your pulse point with a passion only second to his performance on stage. It was a wonder how he had the energy to dedicate so much affection.
Softly, you tugged on his silky hair as Atlas' hands bunched up the back of your tour shirt. Very warm hands caressed your exposed skin with more need than any supposed possession; even as his hold grew stronger.
Your meeting was more than an introduction. More than a promise made by a friend and more than a quick exchange of emotions.
"I should let you go," Atlas murmured before nibbling your earlobe. His words and hot breath sent a shiver down the length of your body. "It's a full moon." He kissed down the column of your throat, continuing despite him voicing his concerns.
"I know." You parted your legs to allow him to lean into you on the bench, taking some of his weight off of his knees. To keep him close and safe.
"I don't want you to be scared."
"You shouldn't be alone," you whispered.
Pushing him back from you to look him in the eyes, you noticed the extra hair that had grown as Atlas had been kissing you. You brushed your fingers over his currently hairy cheek. His light brown eyes watching you in wide wonder.
"You...you would stay with me?" He panted, both from the intimacy and the beginnings of his change.
"I will. If you let me."
You could feel the tremors and shifts already happening beneath his skin. The light sheen of sweat collecting at his natural hairline started dampening his silky hair.
"Please." His voice cracked.
Cradling his cheeks, you planted a kiss to his forehead. Your heart would cry if it could. Your admiration for Atlas had steadily grew into something stronger.
"Whatever you need."
Pushing himself to his feet, Atlas sucked in a breath as his body tensed and pulled. You stood up quickly and carefully rubbed his arms.
Through the thin blinds of the bus' window, the light of the full moon filtered in. There would be no delaying his transformation any longer.
Atlas led you to the back of the bus where his bed took up most of the room. Large and comfortable for the two of you as you climbed in. He shut the door before quickly removing his clothes and tossing them aside.
As much as you enjoyed seeing him, it hurt to witness his pain as the werewolf transformation accelerated.
You made him a promise and were determined to keep it. For him.
Pops and cracks filled the room with the chilling reality. Each alteration pained Atlas. In your presence, he attempted muffling his gasps and groans. There was no need to hide how he felt. Not anymore.
"I'm here," you whispered.
Keeping a hand on his cheek as he writhed atop the mattress, you did what you could to comfort him. Soft words and touch to remind him that he was looked after. Not alone. Not a performer to pity.
Atlas' tears soaked a wet spot on the comforter. Sweat flattened patches of his dark fur to his larger form. Finally laying still with his chest slowing as he breathed. Completely exhausted.
"Are you alright?" You ran your fingers through the fur on his back.
Atlas hummed low in his throat.
"Good." You sighed on relief and kissed his forehead sweetly. "Just rest. I'll be here." You kissed his warm cheek.
A single shaking paw reached out and touched your waist.
No question was necessary.
Without a word, you moved closer. Sharing heat and comfort.
Night rolled on with the full moon high in the sky. No one entered the bus or called for Atlas. All was quiet. The staff remained in their buses for the night. Your friend sent a single message if their location and hopes that you were enjoying your time.
The night and meeting with your favorite rockstar could not had been any more life changing. New dreams of your future cultivated in your mind as Atlas and yourself slept in a loving embrace underneath the moonlight. Staying together.
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A villain who was unexpectedly captured by a Hero and Sidekick duo. Locked down onto a chair pulsing with energy pumping through thick cables to dim his powers, Villain wasn't thinking as clearly as he should. An interrogation only Hero could arrange with teasing, questions, and such close proximity Villain's mind kept veering away from any threats. All because Villain was enamored by Hero's Sidekick. The care Sidekick put into their professional inquiries sent his heart a flutter. Like Hero's degrading tone. Tension was thick in the hidden building. The danger of never escaping and the desire to remain in Sidekick's presence. Yet all Villain could truly focus on was how close Sidekick's lips came to finally gracing him with touch. Sidekick could only pretend to tease him for long without Hero noticing the true affections underneath. Perhaps it would set both Sidekick and Villain free.
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(A/N: I want to write this out as full fic. Ohmygoodness. The idea of a Hero who isn't the ideal hero, only a label. Then a Sidekick who had to deal with migraine inducing moments while working with them and catching the eye of one of the Town's Villains.)
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(A/N: This was not what I expected to post today, but I was able to finish this short fic about Mr Darcy. Reader recalls memories of a ball.
Warnings: use of Miss (Y/L/N) for your last name.
Word Count: 610 words)
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Sitting at your writing desk, you stared at a letter addressed to you in fine penmanship. A letter from Mr Darcy filled with verses of affection to express after the dance at a ball the night before in town.
Certainly a surprise from the gentleman of few words while speaking. As a first letter from him, it was shocking. In its own flattering and tender way. Mr Darcy had handed the letter to you himself before retreating on a gentleman's errand.
The moment brought the same smile to your lips.
Was he too proud or too shy to accept an invitation to sit indoors?
Your thoughts turned to the night previous and the grandness of the ball. All of the candles, music, and talk paled in comparison to how Mr Darcy had approached you most abruptly.
Others might see no charm in his manners, however he spoke with such easy politeness. More than the general public gave him credit for. Many were offended with his lack of conversation. You, however, found it unusual at first before becoming acquainted with the gentleman. Soon you felt his lack of small talk to strangers to be rather refreshing.
On route to the refreshments table, you had been quite cornered into an awkward conversation with an older woman. Until you made eye contact with Mr Darcy and he approached you with a small, quick bow.
His words and yours followed as such:
"It is a pleasure to see you, Miss (Y/L/N)."
"Good evening, Mr Darcy." You inclined your head.
"Would you do me the honor of dancing the next set with me?"
"I would be honored. Yes."
He had bowed again and immediately walked away. No flourish and certainly no putting himself on display.
As you thought back, you wondered if he was even breathing.
His dancing was filled with fine technique and his gloved hand was gentle. A very proper dance partner.
Your stomach fluttered at the memory of his steady gaze meeting yours as you both bowed at the end of the set.
After the dance, you had attempted mingling the rest of the night to appease your present connections. However, as your thoughts did currently, your mind had remained on Mr Darcy even as mothers tried veering his attention to their daughters.
"A rich man such as he is in want of a wife." A mother had said loud enough then amongst the older women.
Many times during the evening, you had caught one another gazing. An attachment tightening quietly. Any attempt at conversation had been throttled by a mother on the hunt for her daughter or a gentleman wishing to make an acquaintance with Mr Darcy.
Until you were safely sitting in a carriage, your mind bounced from talks of weather to puzzling together your feelings for the gentleman.
Running your fingers over the letter brought relief to your mind and hope to your heart. In the privacy of your bedroom, you decided the letter needed an urgent response.
A man such as he needed the encouragement of your growing affections. A few verses to send to Mr Darcy in return.
You only needed to gather your courage and open your heart to transfer the words onto a fresh letter.
An openness and vulnerability to express key points:
Your curiosity of his mind.
The joy to see even a small smile of his.
How the ball was much more agreeable with him in attendance.
Finally, never had you ever wished for a dance to never cease.
Oh, how you already anticipated and longed to know how such a man as Mr Darcy would react to your reciprocated affections.
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Currently working on another part for "One Slip" Mr Darcy x fem! Reader because Reader still doesn't really know WHY he's there!
Also still writing a rockstar! Werewolf with a human! Reader who LOVES his songs. This one ended up being more about connection. Plus it's during a full moon.
