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i love thinking that MC’s just a reincarnation and yeah the main plot is MC’s current timeline but all these special memories set in weird AUs… those are just other versions of the reincarnation’s. the myths are just the original reincarnations.
Synopsis: You (one of the reincarnations of mc) are returning to your home on the coastline for the first time in (x) months. You end up falling into a cave at the beach, with a hidden pool that turns you into a mermaid. Not too far away -- is the God of the Sea Rafayel himself, watching it all unfold.
Notes: I basically was like: what if I took the concept of H20: Just add water, and throw in Rafayel and his lore from LADS. Like legit. That's the concept. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I have more ideas that I want to explore, including how they get close. Hope my fellow Rafayel enjoyers have fun -`♡´- word count: 1.4k Comments, reblogs, and likes are encouraged but not mandatory. Enjoy the ride - mostly because I'm not beta read.
The lull of the bay is something you’d never thought you’d miss when you left home the first time. But right now, you kick your feet off the side of the pier, watching the water ripple underneath you.
And for a moment, just a moment, you could have sworn you saw a glowing flash of purple in the water — but you glance at the full moon and realize it’s probably just that.
“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with my life, but now I’m seeing things?” You murmur to yourself. With a shake of your head, you stand to head over to the stretch of beach you haven’t visited in years.
While you walk, you do the things you haven’t since you were younger. Back when the coastline actually felt like home. You collect seashells, count your footsteps in the stand — and you giggle when a crab peeks out at you only to pop its head back down into the sand — or scurry into the waves.
Unbeknownst to you, there were a purple set of eyes curiously watching you as you play along the shore. Finally, footsteps lead you to a secluded cave. The entrance is tiny — untouched for a while apparently. You’re not sure you’d fit.
“I almost forgot this one was here,” you murmur. “I mostly remember the ones from the islands.” But something seems off about the cove — different under the glow of the full moon. You’d never had interest in the cave before, so you almost walk away.
Go on.
Something urges you to look closer, stepping toward the entrance. Suddenly, the ground shifts — you feel your feel catch air and you’re falling into the cave. You don’t even have time to hold onto anything — only letting out a small scream as you fall in.
Once inside the area, you have no idea how the hell you’re going to get back up. The entrance is on the ceiling, and you’re not even agile to begin with.
Before losing yourself to utter panic, you begin to look around the cave. Your eyebrows furrow together as you see there is a small pool in the heart of the cave.
The water is crystal clear — unlike the beach, it doesn’t seem bogged down with signs of pollution. It’s all different shades, reflecting off the small bit of light peaking through a hole in pool. Blues, purples, greens. Tiny schools of fish playfully swim around the edges.
“Things are so much prettier when humanity doesn’t touch them,” you whisper to the water. Somewhere below the surface, a pair of purple hues seem pleased by your statements.
The moon had not been fully over the center of the pool yet, but as it did — everything as you knew it began to change. The light of the full moon illuminates the pool as it begins to bubble. The ripple of the water only interests you more as you step closer to the water’s edge.
That’s when a trance of sorts seems to fall over you. As the full light of the moon shines down, your thoughts become overtaken by the water. How beautiful it is. Your fingers reach out, touching the bubbling surface. The perfect temperature. Everything about it seems to be… calling you.
You don’t even take any clothes off before you jump in. You don’t remember even making the decision to jump in. But as you do — you realize it. No - you feel it. You’re changing.
The bubbles seem to move as an entity — moving from the surface to ghosting over every inch of your body. It’s the more fierce at your legs — it feels as if your legs are being pushed and shoved into each other.
But the whole time, you’re still in a trance — until the moon passes by in full, and its light leaves. As your senses start to turn back on, you realize with striking clarity that something is different.
You have a fucking mermaid tail.
You screech and fail in the water, unable to figure out how to stay a float. You grew up on the coast line, you knew how to swim but this was different! Not to mention, unexpected.
Your head falls below water as you sink with your tail, unable to figure it out. You expect to struggle to breathe — already panicking and clawing at your throat when you realize.
You can still breathe down here too.
Before you can freak out anymore, the purple eyes below you decide to no longer be a witness. A wrist shoots out, encapsulating yours and you are pulled back up to the surface.
“What’s happening?!” You scream as you flail.
“Calm down, panicking will only make you tired,” a voice comes. Strong and sure — yet innately playful. A voice you want to trust. But you can't see who it belongs to yet.
“Who-who are you?!” You manage to force out, but you let yourself be held to the surface, afraid of going under again.
“Relax, and I’ll tell you. But you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep flailing, you know,” he says. He helps you to the side of the pool, letting you hold onto until you get your bearings.
You take a few deep breaths as you grip onto the rocky surface of the edge of the pool. You steal a glance at your savior — and it takes your breath away.
Purple hair falls in his face, over blue and purple hued eyes. They look like the embodiment of the ocean itself. His features are soft -- but also as sharp as a dagger. You can't explain it. He looks like a playful young man -- but also like he's older than you could possibly guess. Mature. But your eyes trail down and down until you see his tail.
And then yours.
“You’re a mermaid,” you breathe out.
He chuckles and it sounds like pure music. Why is it such a beautiful noise? “Kind of.”
“I’m… I’m a mermaid?!” You babble out.
“Oh, yeah. You see the tail,” he points out. “My name’s Rafayel, by the way, cutie.”
You’re still processing for an extra second before you manage to spit out your name. "What the fuck is happening?"
“Wellllllll, here’s the thing. You got into the pool under the full moon. So you got the mermaid curse… oooooooh,” he says, trying to sound spooky at the end.
You look at him as if he grew an extra head. “Right. Still in shock,” he says. Under his breath he mutters:
“This would be the first time you’ve turned yourself into a mermaid, cutie.”
“Huh?” You say, unable to make out what he said.
“Nothing, nothing,” he says. “But would you like me to explain what I know?”
You turn to look at him. For a moment, you wonder why he looks so familiar. The eyes, as beautiful as the are, they are still familiar —
“You’re Rafayel the artist!” You exclaim.
“Yuppp. That’s me,” he says with a smirk you recognize him — even if it’s just the version the rest of the world knows too. (He’ll fix that though. Give him time.)
You take a deep breath. “Okay, then — explain.”
He gestures to the opening above the pool. “Legend says when the full moon passes over the opening, who ever is in the water will be transformed—.”
“So I’m stuck like this?!” You nearly shriek.
“Would you let me finish?” He says, almost amused. You huff before nodding.
“When you’re dry, you’ll be in your human form. When you touch water — you will take your mermaid form. Boom. That's the mermaid curse.” He says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
“Oh,” you say, absolutely dumbfounded. Because how do you respond to that? “So if I get out now and dry off…?”
“Your legs will come back. But I wouldn’t do that. I don’t think you’ll be able to crawl out that way. Your beeesst bet…” He taps his chin in faux thought, his eyes glimmering. “Would be to follow me down through the underwater passageway and to my harbor. It’s private and you can dry off.”
You look terrified, and it makes him chuckle. “Come on, trust me. I’ve been doing this wayyy longer than you.” Then a pause, and his eyes get dead serious. “I won’t let you get hurt.”
You bite your lip at the intensity of Rafayel's words. “And you can explain more?”
Rafayel grins. “Then I can explain more.” He offers you his hand, waiting before taking you under. There’s a whole new world underneath the surface, and you aren’t sure if you’re brave enough at first. But you look in his eyes.
You can tell so many things just by looking into them. There’s a promise and a dare there. “Okay -- fine, Mr. Rafayel.” You take his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Take it away.”
“You. I’m taking you away,” he murmurs -- before plunging you both into the water below.
come right on me , i mean -- camaraderie! / part 2 - sylus .˳·˖✶𓆩𓆪✶˖·˳.༄
*** 18 + content!!!!! ***
contents: you sit on sylus' face, sylus like overstimulating you, reader has a kink for sylus' nose, p in v sex, no protect (wrap it up!) also: remember i'm not beta read... i also was very high when i wrote this.
part one , rafayel.
notes: all of the boys will get one with the same beginning prompt. these get longer than i intend every time so, i broke it up into parts or else it would never get released. according to the poll -- mr. guard dog caleb is next.
the prompt 𓂃🖊
“I want you to sit on my face.”
You nearly spit out your drink, but instead you manage to choke on it instead. You aren’t the smallest woman on the planet. Your thighs were also thick. Years of insecurity have you already shaking your head. “You’re kidding.”
His crimson eyes glint with mischief as he steps closer to you. His hand reaches out, his fingers tipping your chin up to meet his gaze. He backs you up against the kitchen counter, caging you in. It was just the two of you in the mansion on base.
“Dead serious, kitten.”
You make a bunch of words that sound like pure babbling as his hands moves to grip your hips, anchoring your hips to him. It's soothing to both of you, but it's evident in the way he lets out a contented sigh.
“But — my thighs —,” you start to argue, but the mention of your thighs only makes his grin expand. He looks like a wolf, ready to eat you up.
“Mhm, I love your thighs, kitten,” he says, leaning down to put his face in your neck, nuzzling into you. You're putty at this point. You've never been able to resist this giant man who is so worshipping of you.
"Mhm. So, you'll sit on my face then," he says.
You bite your lip thinking hard about it. As insecure as you are, there is one thing that's making you lust for it. One thing that's you're just so curious about the process --
His nose.
You hated how you were imagining how it would bump against your clit as he ate you out... you're nearly dripping at the thought of it. His hands have not stopped moving, even as you think -- which makes that process even harder. (You know he knows this.)
"Mhm, you thinking, kitten?"
"I am," You answer.
"Then it looks like I need to try harder," he all but purrs, and suddenly, he's lifting you by your ass -- and up onto the counter. You yelp with a little giggle. But like this, it's much easier for him to reach your lips -- and for you to throw your arms around his neck.
He presses into you as he kisses you. Sylus' kisses are not harsh. But they are strong and insistent. He's sure of himself and what he wants as he pillages your mouth, his tongue tasting every inch. His hands Your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging with each wave of pleasure.
When he finally lets you up for air, he asks his question again. "You're avoiding the question," he chides, nipping at your neck as he begins to leave a trail of kisses. He sucks and nibbles on your skin, and you're melting into him and then it slips out:
"Okay, yeah, I'll do it."
It's a breathy moan, but it has Sylus picking you up with a growl, and marching over to the stairs. He ascends them easily -- just as if he was holding nothing at all. And for a second -- you don't feel bad about your weight. He carries with you absolute ease... and like you're the most fragile thing in the world.
When he reaches the bedroom, he falls backwards, making it so you straddle him by the time you both land. You giggle as his hand roam your back, pushing you further and further up.
And Sylus is met face to face with the culprit behind his intentions today. This skirt? It's absolutely sinful to him. Between your cute chubby thighs and the peak of underwear he got when you reached for something in the freezer earlier...
He had instantly stopped wanting real food -- no, he was a different kind of hungry. Sylus' mouth latches onto your thighs, nearly devouring them. You're groaning louder and louder, hands finding and tugging at his hair as he works a trial of hickeys up your thighs toward your center.
"Sy," you breathe out, "l-lower."
He has always adored when you're vocal. When you tell him what you want. He hums his approval before his tongue finds the thin band of pantie -- now drenched.
"Oh sweetie," he says from between your legs, and you feel your self clenching around nothing with the drawl of his words. "You're so wet for me. I can wait to taste you like this."
You start to move to lift you hips -- to take off the panties and skirt. But his hands are like vices, holding you down against him.
"No, no --" his hand comes up, a finger looping around the center, and pulling it to the side. "Leave them."
And then he's lifting you all at once and setting you back down over his face. You hesitate to sit down fully first, but again, he doesn't let you hesitate for long. His hands yank you fully down. He lets out a pleased sigh the second your pussy is on his mouth.
He starts slow, his tongue tracing your opening teasingly. The teasing nature of it has you clenching around nothing, and the way Sylus can feel it has him straining against his pants. If you could see, you'd see his pants are stained with pre-cum.
"Sy -- sy, more," you plead after a moment.
And the bastard chuckles. The vibration of it has you groaning -- and he takes advantage of that, plunging his tongue inside of you. He makes sure to nod his head slightly has he did --- knocking his nose against the hood of your clit.
"Oh my -- fuck," you gasped as he repeated the movement again and again. It's like he'd read your mind about his nose -- and that thought along make clench around his tongue.
You're dangerously close when his hand joins the mix -- it pinches and prods at your clit as he continues to fuck you with this tongue. Desperately wanting him deeper, you give an experimental thrust of your hips.
And it drives him absolutely crazy. You could have sworn he growled as you did it. And so -- you do it again and again. Grinding against his face.
"I'm -- Sylus -- I'm so close," you warn him, trying to pull off so you don't come all over his face. But he latches down again, and then with a chuckle, he slips a finger inside of you.
You absolutely lose it. You're drenching him underneath you, but he seems to be drinking it up, continuing to lap at you. You're over stimulated, but he locks his arms around your legs, keeping there as he continues to suck.
Four more times.
Sylus sucks until you come four more times against his mouth. At the end of your fourth one, he flips you both, and your propped up against the pillows. He leans over you, looking nearly crazed with want, his cock straining against his pants.
"Please, kitten, I need you," he rasps, his face covered with you. Your legs feel like gummy worms already -- but you want him, and you know that you do.
"Please, Sy. Wanna feel you..." you say.
And that's all it takes. He tosses his pants and boxers to the side. His thick and large cock is standing at attention, his tip red and leaking with pre-cum. He's always big, but straining like this... he looks even bigger.
"I don't know if I can be gentle, I -- I worked myself up too much," he admits. He's so pussy drunk right now - he has to feel you around his cock or he'll explode.
"I know the safeword," you remind him.
That's all it takes. He pulls your practically now ruined panties to the side and slides in. He doesn't take his time, he doesn't go slowly -- he slams right in to the hilt. Sylus groans as you stretch out around him.
And that's when he starts biting. His teeth find your neck, starting to leave a trail of kisses. --- Then he starts fucking you like he the world is going to end. You're nearly mewling underneath him, so sensitive from your previous orgasm. You push at his chest as it feels too overwhelming -- like the orgasm is coming on too fast.
"That's not a safeword," he reminds you.
"I wasn't saying anything! ---," you're cut off by the orgasm overtaking you, and everyone on base hears it, even if you're alone in the mansion. He bullies you through three more this way (his stamina was out of this world -- literally) before he's burying himself to the hilt. He's addicted just to the feeling of you coming around him.
"I'm coming---" is all he says before you feel him twitching inside of you. He rolls off to the side of you, pulling him along with you in the aftermath. "You're perfect, kitten."
You smile at him before: "...So how many bite marks am I covering this time?"
daa!pilot caleb & pilot!reader ( reader is not MC. )
part one.
He didn't think he'd ever look at anyone the way he looked at (MC). But the time away from Linkon brought him to other places, away from her. He never thought that would change.
But at the DAA, you were -- for lack of better words -- different. You're a new rookie. You're not quite good at the fighting part, but you're an impeccable pilot. But it worked out -- usually, you'd get paired with a co-pilot that is a good fighter. You focus on flying, and they focus on keeping the both of you alive and not dead at the end of intergalactic weaponry.
And Caleb tried to convince himself that he hated you for it. For being a better flier, for being so good you could just focus on it. For months, he thought it was ridiculous. He was jealous of you, and he couldn't even help it.
For even more months, he continued to privately seethe. He kept it to himself, but still felt it every time he saw you. And you never truly understood why he didn't want to talk to you. He'd grit his teeth, give a forced smile, and excuse himself. He's especially not paying attention to you more though. To the way you smile at everyone. How everyone is always so happy to see you.
He keeps reminding himself -- she's just half an agent. She's not even a good fighter. But why does everyone love you? And why is he so upset that everyone loves you?
He hates you. He has to, right? And he always repeats that to himself. He hates you. He hates you. Sticks to that. Until that day.
Your flight was supposed to come in at 05:00. Caleb pretends he's waiting for your co-pilot, a mutual friend. He really doesn't like the guy, but he wants to know if it was another successful mission for you. A fact that always seems to tick him off (and get his dick hard, but he'll never ever admit that.)
05:25
Caleb shifts uncomfortably as the clock ticks. He knows sometimes things get off schedule. He's a pilot too. But something feels different. He shakes his head. Maybe they got off track.
06:00
Once a full hour has passed, Caleb is no longer taking it easy about our lateness. He can't imagine any reason for you and your co-pilot to be this late.
Finally, there's a loudness of a plane landing, and he instantly recognizes the plane number -- your assigned plane. But one look in the windows, and Caleb feels his heart dropping.
You aren't flying. In fact, he can't even see you through the windows.
The siren comes next, alerting others that something is wrong, Caleb jumps into action, the first DAA solider to reach your aircraft. Jonah, the co-pilot, is stammering as the doors open.
"I can't -- I haven't been able to wake her. Some weird Wanderer stung her, and she -- she," Jonah blabbers.
Caleb's eyes fall on you, bruised and a bit bloody. He checks your pulse. But it's not long before more soldiers descend on the scene, taking you to the medbay.
____
Everything changed that day. Everything. Caleb realized he'd been thinking of you all wrong. And because of that, he almost lost you. Because he couldn't realize and let go of (MC), he just made himself hate you. But now?
You can't protect yourself out there. You're a hell of a pilot, but whatever happened out there? Was because you weren't a fighter. But ... he was?
So the wheels start turning. After all, he wouldn't be satisfied with you out there alone. Not without him anyway.
So as he sits next to your bed, he sends out a few texts to get his plan in action. After all, Caleb is one of the darling favorites of the Captains and Colonels -- it takes one swipe and message to convince them.
With his prowess and your skills -- you two could do more damage together! By the time you come around from your injuries, you don't even realize how much your world has shifted.
Hellooo just popped on here to ask you if you were thinking of posting part 3 to 'winner takes it all'? No pressure!! Honestly, just really really loved the first two! And i just wanted to know, it's all good if you were taking your time too!
Hi, lovely! Thank you so much for the ask and the interest. I do plan a part three for the series, I’ve just been rather bogged down with work.
I work in broadcast news in the states — and things have been on-fire. Hopefully, I can make time this coming Monday and Tuesday (my off days) to catch up because I also need to write part 2 for Rafayel’s series.
But I do still have plenty of ideas for “The Winner Takes It All.” 🥹🥹
My profile title thingy (the one that says "queerphobes are cringe") has triggered so many "fuck your feelings" MAGAts. It doesn't matter what I'm talking about, there's like, a 30% chance that one of them will get upset. And every time it happens they're just proving my theory that all queerphobes are in fact cringey as hell.
And for some reason it's always with Tweets that had nothing to do with queer people where I get targeted the most.
This is probably the first time I got a gay conservative getting triggered by it though. It's rare for me to see a self-hating gay person.
This is assuming that he's not faking it so they can pretend that there's more gay conservatives than their are. The fact that they got this upset over my profile calling queerphobes cringe when they're queer themselves makes me wonder if they're just pretending to be gay.
Like, I know that there are queerphobic queer people, but those people usually react in a way where they like, think about what they're going to say before they say it and they don't just have a knee-jerk reaction to a rainbow flag. (At least the ones that I know of.)
This was basically the equivalent of me talking about Luigi Mangione and somebody coming up to me to react to a pride pin I have just to yell slurs at me while they're wearing a name tag stating that they're gay.
