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Selkie AU Part 1: Practice
Fluff and hardly any plot...maybe
Sad? Absolutely Not.
You're Leaving?
The day you left
The days after you left
The day you came back
For the Weekend
Homeward Bound
Somethings wrong with the Human- period comfort
Who the heck is Jeremiah??
Surprise! Remember me?
You're not a swimmer?
She's hurt
Can I have a hug?
Can I have a hug? Pt 2
You're Sick??
They Notice
Thank you too
You're leaving again, aren't you?
She's ours...probably
How they look
You don't have to clench anymore
You got WHAT
The Lemon protocol
You don't have to earn our love
You said it like it was nothing
I love you too- wait, wait, let me try again
Didn't mean to see that
Things you should have been told
Ours to protect
Sight for sore eyes
Draw four? That's a declaration of war
Too cute to function
Anxiety comes in waves
Oh how the turns table
Swimming with seals
Personal space? Never heard of her
The sea knows loss too
Hold me through the dream
The ultimate seal cosplay
You could leave us without meaning to
Land Puppy vs. Sea Puppies
You're going on a date? With who?!
A date with WHO?!
My first kiss was with a Selkie huh?
Forgive us? Please?
No touching law
How they are with each other
Normal seals. Totally normal.
For a day, you're one of them
Too hot to handle
Hot sand, new suit, clingy seals
Cooling down
Mine.
Gimme sugar
BBNo$?!
When they accidentally hurt you
Operation: Absolutely No Apples Ever Again
When you've been gone for a little too long
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JJK-
What the Sea Dragged In- Selkie!Sukuna
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OC'S-
None yet
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LADS Comics
Oh look! A shiny!
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Thank you everyone that sends me compliments and responses to my works â€ïž I read them all so even if I don't react or answer them- i still see them and they make me smile.
Sending hugs and Loves from the Selkie Boys to all of you who read my works â€ïž đŠ
Hiii, this one is going to look a little different. It's been a while after all. Sorry about that, no excuses from me.
Selkie AU | Love and Deepspace boys x Reader
When you have been gone for a little too long.
You didnât mean to leave for as long as you did, thought it was going to be just an hour or two...not two days. You didnât even tell him you were going somewhere...it should be fine, right?
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đŠâ⏠Sylus
It had been two hours.
Sylus wasn't worried.
You often wandered into town for groceries or supplies.
Four hours...
He hauled himself onto the dock in seal form, watching the road instead of the water.
Six hours.
Dinner sat untouched.
Your porch light stayed off.
The next morning...
He hadn't slept.
Every few minutes he'd slip into the lake, swimming the shoreline, checking every cove and every dock.
Nothing.
By sunset...
Even the birds had stopped singing in his ears, for he couldn't hear them over his wild worried thoughts.
He lay on your porch, enormous white body stretched across the doorway.
If you came home...
He wanted to be the first thing you saw.
The second night...
He wasn't resting anymore.
He was searching.
Every unfamiliar boat.
Every strange scent.
Every ripple in the water made his head snap up.
He barely noticed the others searching too.
Then...
The familiar sound of your car.
His head shot up so fast he nearly rolled off the porch.
Before you'd even shut the driver's doorâ
THUMP.
A few hundred pounds of very upset seal slammed into your legs.
You barely stayed standing.
"Sylusâ!"
He was making awful little whining sounds, shoving his face into your stomach, checking your hands, your face, your clothes.
You laughed nervously.
"I was helping a friend..."
Another whine.
"...My phone died."
He simply wrapped his body around your legs.
You weren't leaving again.
Not tonight.
That evening, after you'd finally convinced him you were okay...
He rested his head in your lap.
Every few minutes...
He'd open one eye.
Just to make sure you were still there.
đš Rafayel
Hour oneâ
"Oh, she'll be back."
Hour fourâ
"...She's probably shopping."
Hour eightâ
"...Humans...shop this long?"
By the next morning...
He'd decorated your porch with shells.
Not because he thought you'd like them.
Because if you came home while he was swimming...
You'd know he'd been waiting.
Every boat that passedâ
His head popped out of the water.
Every carâ
He hurried onto the dock.
Every single time...
Wrong person.
By the second evening...
He stopped bringing shells.
Stopped playing.
Stopped singing.
Instead...
He floated beside your dock.
Waiting.
When your truck finally rolled in...
He launched himself completely out of the water.
Not gracefully.
Definitely not elegantly.
He belly-flopped onto the dock so hard the whole thing shook.
You jumped a little at the sound, swearing you heard something break in the woodwork of the dock. Turning to see a familiar blob of seal hurtling towards you, you crouched down to receive him better.
"Rafayel!"
He practically climbed into your lap, making tiny distressed chirps while rubbing his face against yours over and over.
"I'm sorry!"
Another chirp.
"I didn't mean to worry you!"
Another.
"My phone died!"
He finally looked at you.
His big dark seal eyes looked wet.
You hugged him closer.
"I'm home."
He sighed.
A long relieved sigh.
Then immediately demanded cuddles for the next three hours.
âïž Zayne
He was angry.
Not at you.
At himself.
Because somehow...
He hadn't noticed.
He should have known.
Should have gone with you.
Should haveâ
By the second day...
He'd worn a deep path into the sand from the dock to your porch.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Never resting.
The others kept telling himâ
"She'll come back."
He only answered...
"I know."
But his pacing never stopped.
When your car appeared...he froze.
Didn't run.
Didn't move.
I don't think he breathed.
When you climbed out and saw him sitting there, some confusion took over your features.
"...Zayne?"
He moved slowly at first, picking up pase when he felt he couldn't wait any longer.
Until his forehead rested against yours.
Nothing too dramatic.
Nothing loud.
Just...relief.
After several quiet minutes...
You whispered,
"I'm sorry."
He huffed softly.
Then nudged your pocket.
Your dead phone.
His expression somehow screamed,
"...Buy a charger."
đ Xavier
Xavier searched quietly.
Further than any of them.
Miles down the shoreline.
Every tiny island.
Every hidden inlet.
He never panicked.
Never complained.
He simply just didn't stop looking.
The second night...
He returned home.
Saw your empty chair.
Curled up beside it.
And waited.
When you finally opened the front door...
He didn't rush you.
He simply hopped over.
Sat beside you.
Then leaned.
Just enough that his entire weight rested against your side.
You wrapped an arm around him.
"...Miss me?"
A tiny chirp.
"...That much?"
Another.
He closed his eyes as though saying...
"Please don't disappear like that again."
đ Caleb
Caleb lost.
His.
Mind.
Hour threeâ
"Should we go look?"
Hour fiveâ
"We should definitely go look."
Hour sevenâ
"I'M GOING."
By midnight...
He'd searched every inch of shoreline twice.
Questioned fishermen, even though they didn't understand his chattering and barking.
Scared two kayakers, one fell into the water.
Accidentally followed the mailman who walked faster to try to get away from the strange seal.
Second day...
He looked exhausted.
His whiskers drooped.
He refused breakfast.
Every noise made him jump.
Then he heard your truck.
Before you'd even parkedâ
A very frantic seal somehow launched himself onto your hood from the highest end of the porch.
"HOLYâCALEB?!"
He was crying.
Actually crying.
Little squeaky, gargled seal sobs while checking every inch of you.
"I'm okay!"
More crying.
"I'm sorry!"
He buried his face under your chin.
You sat right there in your driveway for nearly twenty minutes just hugging him.
Seal Sylus! @subtlenighttribute o changed mediums as I found much cuter and clearer pipe cleaner instructions to make a seal for now
I dont have the colors I want for Zayne right now so I made Sylus first!
I dont have any for Raf (anymore I made some stuff for my other fandoms lol) but I have stuff for Xavi and Caleb who should I do next :)
Im thinking about making minis of the stuffed animals from the game this way!
Once i get better at seal pattern I will share it. Its hard and simple at the same time lol.
I need to figure out what to do for eyes though.
Also I have question for the side characters like Luke and Kirean in this AU do you think they are some other sea creature of myth or seals?? I would love to hear your thoughts and how I should make them! Obv Mephi and our bird from the summer event will be birds still once I get colors for them and find good inspo
What should I do for the eyes do you think as well buttons beads or should I keep them eye less like this?
I'd personally use buttons for the eyes, and can't wait to see more! They would also look cute eyeless but thats up to you Bestie
For Luke and Kirean in this AU...maybe sea gulls? Or two more Selkies...wait, should I add them into the series as well?
Now I'm getting ideas but I don't know if I should add them as a LI or just friendly Selkies/gulls (mermen??? Maybe...) , but I'll add them anyway and see how it goes lol
I'll also add Mephie as a normal crow that gets too attached to Sylus.
I needed some new ideas cause I was at a loss at what to do next and it doesn't feel right to end it just yet, and this will be fun!
I think I'll make a poll for what Luke and Kirean should be.
What video game has the best opening scene or level?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Love and Deepspace has the best loading screen for sure.
Had to mention that lol
But the game with the best scenes (my opinion) in general for a game on a console is Avatar: Frontier of Pandora.
If only they made a game like that but with How To Train Your Dragon, I would die happy.
This is off topic but with that HTTYD idea, instead of bonding with the animals of Pandora you would be bonding with dragons, the people you would be fighting would probably be bad Vikings or trappers, for the connections to your roots it would be finding old texts or totems from people of your old village.
Like, our characters story would be something along the lines of:
Lost memories and ended up on the Edge/Berk/random uninhabited island
On the edge or berk you would be taught by another person but on the island you would have to fend for yourself and learn how to tame a dragon of that island.
Maybe we could have one permanent dragon, of players choosing, and a few saved dragons at your home, but you can still tame wild dragons, you would just have to let them go or replace a saved dragon.
OR the island you wake up on you can turn it into a sanctuary where the dragons you became friendly with will go so it's easier to find them? And if you woke up on berk or the edge you would find this island anyway?
Then it turns out, our character is from a now ruined village of dragon riders that lived on the island we woke up on/found.
They were wiped out on accident from something that I don't know yet, but it was an accident.
Our character is one of the few who survived it and was too young in the village to tame a dragon before everything happened.
On the island are some dragons that were tamed by the villagers that passed, so while they don't know you, they are familiar with people and easier to tame.
....I got carried away lol
But you see what I'm putting down???? Someone please help make this or get it to someone who can!!!!!!
It also needs to be on console AND computer like Skyrim, that way people can play it anywhere.
And it needs to look more realistic than cartoon. A good mix of the old movie style and the new one.
Oh wait, copy right lol...DREAMWORKS!!! Do this thing and my life, IS YOURS!!
Ever felt like you needed to do or say something but you don't know what? So you just scream out BABOOSHKA while doing the dougie but your supposed to actually be reciting a Shakespearian play while riding a unicycle with a hoola hoop and juggling.
Selkie LADS x Reader | Chaos, Comfort, Panic, Fluff
*This has been in my drafts for a while so I decided to just post it with no edits*
Your charming little seaside house. Early summer. Everyone is being unbearably cute. Until a small emergency makes everything come to a hault.
Based off of my experience when learning I'm allergic to apples this Thanksgiving, it was fun.
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It starts with Rafayel.
Of course it does.
He waltzes into your kitchen like he owns the place, carrying a woven basket overflowing with fruit. Zayne follows him, grumbling. Sylus pads in last, silent but amused. Caleb is bouncing. Xavier is just awake enough to exist.
Rafayel sets the basket down with flourish, âI brought offerings.â
Caleb, âDo we get some since we live here too?â
Rafayel, âOfferings for her, not you barbaric seals.â
You smile, because of course you do. And because thereâs raspberries and peaches andâ
Ah. Apples.
Shiny, beautiful Honeycrisps.
You pick one up, shrug, take a bite.
It tastes good.
It tastes too good.
You swallow.
Then your body says: Haha! Surprise! Guess whoâs allergic to apples? You!
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You donât even realize anythingâs wrong until your lips start tingling.
Then your throat feels⊠fizzy.
Then your face feels hot.
Then Zayne says, concerned, ââŠUm...Why does your face look like youâre about to sneeze out your soul?â
You touch your cheek.
Itâs swelling.
You blink once, twiceâ
Sylus is suddenly right there, one hand on your back, voice low, âSomethingâs wrong.â
Caleb, âDID SHE POISON HERSELF?!â
Rafayel, âImpossible. I washed the fruit with my own hands. Those are the cleanest hands in this region.â
Rafayel, âYes we do. Look at her face. Look at her lips. Sheâs reacting.â
Xavier, now wide awake, âAllergic reaction.â
Zayne, grabbing your shoulders gently, âCan you breathe?â
You nod. Sort of. Your throat is tight but not closing, more like itâs being hugged too hard.
Caleb panics.
Absolutely panics.
He scoops you up bridal-style and starts running around the house without a destination, yelling, âI GOT YOUâDONâT DIEâWE CAN FIX THISâWAIT WHERE DO I PUT YOUâWHERE DO HUMANS GO WHEN THEYâRE BROKENâTHE HOSPITAL? THE COUCH?? WATER??â
Sylus grabs him by the collar mid-sprint.
âPut her down.â
Caleb immediately folds like a lawn chair and gently places you on the couch.
Zayne kneels, brushing your hair back, studying you with sharp healerâs precision.
âYouâre flushed. Breathing tight. Lips swollen. Definitely an allergy.â
Rafayel, ââŠSince when is she allergic to apples?â
Everyone turns to you.
You blink.
âI⊠didnât know.â
Five selkies simultaneously.
âWHAT?!â
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Sylus, âHer airwayâs stable. Keep her calm.â
Rafayel, âI am calm!â
Rafayel is not calm.
Caleb is pacing.
Xavier rushes into the kitchen with surprising speed and comes back with a cold compress.
âHold still.â He presses it gently against your cheek.
Caleb, âI SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. I SHOULD HAVE SENSED IT. I SHOULD HAVE SMELLED IT. Iââ
Sylus throws a cushion at him.
âStop spiraling or Iâll make you wear the puppy cone.â
Sylus sits beside you, grounding and warm.
âYouâre okay,â he murmurs. âWeâve got you.â
Your throat tightens for a completely different reason.
Meanwhile Zayne is holding the apple basket like itâs radioactive.
It happens while playing in the shallows. Youâd been tossing smooth pebbles for him to chase, laughing every time his sleek white form darted through the water like liquid snow.
You tossed one just a bit farther, and when you turned to look where it landedâbamâSylus leapt up from the waves to surprise you, misjudging the distance.
His full seal weight bumped into your stomach and knocked the air clean out of you. You fell backward into the surf with a gasp, clutching your ribs as he popped up beside you with wide, panicked eyes.
He immediately started chittering, pressing his cold nose against your arm, then your face, as if to say "I didnât mean to!"
You try to laugh, wheezing, âItâs okay, Sylus, Iâm fineâjust needâairââ
He lets out the most pitiful groan, curling around you protectively as if he could guard you from the ocean itself. He wonât stop fussing until you sit up and scratch his head. Thenâfinallyâhe rests his chin on your thigh, eyes downcast.
You kiss the top of his head. âYouâre heavy, you big oaf.â
He hums in apology, his hind flippers curling softly across your foot, and stays pressed against you until your breathing evens again.
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Rafayel
Rafayelâs accident comes during one of his âfancy tricks.â Heâd been showing offâtwirling and spinning through the surf, sleek and perfect and dramatic as always. You clapped, encouraging him to come closer, and when he did, he tried to nuzzle your hand like he always does.
Except⊠his teeth grazed too hard.
Just a tiny nipâmore affectionate than anythingâbut it made you flinch. His eyes widened instantly. The proud seal froze, his whiskers trembling.
He backed up with a whine, making himself small in the water, sinking until only the tip of his nose showed.
You had to coax him back for nearly five minutes, laughing softly and assuring him you were okay. When he finally crept close again, he delicately rested his head on your knee.
You rubbed his head gently. âSee? All good. No blood, no harm.â
He blinked up at you, eyes glossy. Then he made the tiniest, most theatrical sigh and flopped his head dramatically to the side.
You swear he was sulking.
You kissed his forehead, and he finally relaxed, cooing lowly against your palm.
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Caleb
Itâs the tripping incident.
Youâd been walking along the beach, Caleb bouncing beside you like an overexcited beach ball, occasionally nudging your leg for attention. You were telling him about your day, and he responded with happy chirpsâuntil one of those nudges hit your ankle mid-step.
Down you went, sand kicking up around you. Caleb froze, eyes huge.
You sat up slowly, brushing your face off, and there he wasâthis enormous, round seal trying to slink closer but moving like a guilty marshmallow. He whined, low and mournful.
âCaleb, sweetheart, itâs fine.â You started laughing. âI just tripped over you!â
He didnât seem convinced. Instead, he rolled right onto your lap with his full weight, pressing into your chest as if to pin you in place so you couldnât fall again. His whiskers brushed your cheek, and you could practically feel the apology in every tiny rumble from his chest.
You sighed, hugging his slippery form. âYouâre forgiven.â
He chirped triumphantly, like a kid who just got his favorite snack back.
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Xavier
Xavier rarely gets too roughâbut when he plays, itâs focused.
This time, youâd been floating in the waves when he nudged from below, helping keep you up. You laughed and leaned on him, and in his attempt to spin beneath youâhe accidentally flicked one of his fins a little too high.
The splash knocked water right into your face. You inhaled salt and started coughing.
The moment you did, Xavierâs sleek head shot up from the water, eyes wide with panic. He circled you twice, chuffing softly, then rested his chest against your shoulder so you could lean against him.
He made low, rumbling noises, something between a hum and a worried growl, until your coughing eased.
You stroked his nose gently. âHey, Iâm okay. Just swallowed the ocean for a sec.â
He blinked slowly and nudged your chin up, as if inspecting you. When you smiled, his posture finally relaxed, and he pressed his cold nose to your cheekâan apology, wordless but real.
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Zayne
Zayne sometimes gets too excited...
You were tossing fish-shaped treats, and he was dominating the game, snapping each one out of the air with pinpoint precision. Until⊠he bounced too close.
You felt the edge of his flipper thump against your side as he landed with an enthusiastic bark, sending you tumbling backward. It didnât hurt muchâbut it startled you enough to yelp.
Zayne froze mid-yap, eyes like saucers.
He rolled over, letting out tiny squeaks, pressing his face to your shoulder and patting you with a flipper like, âYou alive?? Please be alive??â
You groaned dramatically, just to tease him, and he let out a panicked bork that had you laughing so hard you had to sit up.
When he realized you were fine, he gently laid his chin across your stomach and wouldnât move.
You scratched between his whiskers. âYouâre a menace, you know that?â
He nuzzled closer, chirping softly.
You could feel the rumble of his purr through your ribsâhis version of âIâm sorry,â âI love you,â and âIâll be gentle next time,â all at once.
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By the end of the day, youâre surrounded by sealsâsome sulky, some clingy, all of them watchful.
They shadow you everywhere, brushing against your legs, bumping your hand for reassurance, making sure youâre really, really okay.
Itâs a bit much, but sweet too.
Because even when they mess upâthey love you so loudly it echoes in every wave that touches the shore.
Deeper than emotion and just as unknown as the stars.
Hardest to travel when the winds and the earth fight, waves so monstrous it becomes otherworldly. Showing it's true nature under the surface.
It is another world unknown almost entirely...
But it is still kind, and forgiving at times, returning things that were lost when the time is right.
It is otherworldly in it's beauty and temper. Never the same twice, it destroys and creates the most beautiful things.
I personally have never been to the ocean...I live in the middle of the land, but I can say this. Just as it is in nature, the forests and desserts, the cliffs and caves...all are the same in their beauty and unforgiving, yet forgiving, nature.
Life is funny that way.
Pushes and pulls like the tides on every shore, bringing both bad and good...known and unknown...natural and unnatural.
Gives and takes.
I remember when 'live laugh love' became popular and then cringe...it was said too much but we do live, we laugh, and we love.
But we also die, hate, and lie.
We all are like nature with our temperaments, we give and take just as all other creatures do.
What is taken now, will be replaced later. Let everything come and go like the waves in the sea, for maybe we are like the Selkies...waiting for our pelts to be returned so we may go home.
A quiet afternoon by the Readerâs cozy little cove. Youâre sitting on the dock, dangling your feet in the water, the boys in seal form chilling nearby. Itâs peaceful. The sun is warm. The seals are being cute.
Until a jet ski blasting bass approaches.
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đ¶ The Arrival
âAY YO, THIS THE SPOT, HUH?â
You blink. A neon pink jet ski drifts into view like some sort of aquatic fever dream. On it sits bbno$, in flamingo swim trunks, white sunglasses, and a gold chain. His phone is strapped to a waterproof speaker absolutely screaming Gigolo.
Sylus, half-asleep in the surf, immediately pops his head up. He looks like heâs witnessing a natural disaster.
Rafayel squints, muttering in sheer seal disbelief (if seals could mutter).
Zayne is already swimming away.
Xavierâs whiskers twitch in visible disapproval.
And Caleb? Heâs vibing. Heâs got that look like, âI donât know who this man is but I want in.â
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đŠâ⏠Sylus
Sylus stares as bbno$ hops off the jet ski and wades toward shore, speaker still blaring.
He grumbles lowly, the kind of deep rumble that says, âYouâre scaring the fish and the peace.â
You: âItâs okay, Sylus, heâs harmless.â
bbno$: âYo, are those your pets? Theyâre like⊠chunky mermaids!â
Sylusâs jaw drops.
He slaps the water once. SMACK.
It sounds like thunder.
bbno$ just stares, totally unbothered. âDamn, thatâs crazy, bro. You slap the ocean for dominance?â
Sylus, ready to commit a felony in seal law, has to be held back by you scratching his head.
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đ Rafayel
Rafayel, floating elegantly in the water, lifts his head like an offended duchess.
bbno$, meanwhile, whips out his phone: âYo, this lighting is fire. Letâs get a pic with the bougie one.â
You: âRafa, please, donâtââ
Too late. Rafayelâs eyes narrow.
He disappears underwater.
Ten seconds later, SPLASH.
bbno$ is soaked head to toe, phone dripping seawater.
Rafayel surfaces gracefully, smug as hell.
bbno$: âBro just baptized me in saltwater couture.â
You: â...He says thatâs what you get for calling him bougie.â
Rafayel: [Flips a flipper like a diva.]
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đCaleb
Caleb immediately adores him.
They are kindred chaotic spirits.
Caleb barks, bbno$ barks back.
Caleb splashes, bbno$ splashes harder.
Youâre yelling from the dock as both of them start racing circles in the shallows.
At one point, bbno$ slips, and Caleb catches him on his back.
Youâre half expecting him to drown, but nopeânow theyâre singing together.
âI got money on meâlike Iâmââ
ââbroke as hell but winninâ, baby!â
The rest of the pod is mortified.
Caleb looks so proud.
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âïž Zayne
Zayne hides behind you the entire time.
Every time bbno$ turns around, Zayne sinks lower in the water, until just his nose and eyes peek out.
bbno$: âAyo, is that one shy or plotting?â
You: âHeâs just shyâwait, donâtââ
bbno$ leans down.
Zayne sneezes directly on him.
bbno$: ââŠRespectfully deserved.â
Later, Zayne follows him around at a distance, curious but refusing to admit it.
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đ Xavier
Xavier is just done.
Heâs floating on the surface, watching bbno$ do handstands on his jet ski, muttering (in his seal way) something like, âThis is why humans shouldnât be allowed near open water.â
bbno$: âBro youâre, like, the chillest one here.â
Xavier blinks. Then slowly turns and sinks beneath the waves.
Heâs gone for 15 minutes.
When he resurfaces, you swear he looks more wrinkled from stress.
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Eventually, bbno$ realizes itâs almost 5 p.m. and says, âAight, I gotta dip. I got a gig in town. These dudes can come if they want thoughâbring the little blubby guy, heâs my homie now.â
You glance at the seals.
They stare back at you like, âNo.â
As he rides off into the horizon, Caleb waves his flipper wildly.
Sylus glares.
Rafayel looks like he needs a bubble bath and therapy.
Zayne is still hiding behind you.
Xavier mutters a sound that youâre pretty sure translates to, âIf he ever comes back, Iâm moving north.â
And you?
Youâre laughing so hard you canât breathe.
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Extra âšïž
Later that night, when youâre all relaxing on the sand, Caleb hums softly and does a weird little dance with his flippers.
Sylus: âDonât.â
Rafayel: âPlease no.â
Caleb: âBABY GRAVY ON THE TRACK!â
Zayne shrieks. Xavier rolls into the sea.
And Rafayel has never looked closer to an aneurysm.
You fall over laughing.
And for once, even Sylus canât stop the small, reluctant smile that creeps across his face.
Hereâs how each of the LADS Selkies react when Reader suddenly blurts out...
I need a sugar daddy.
Whether it's out of stress, joking, frustration, or an actual (kind of serious) declarationâreactions will vary.
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đŠ Sylus-
He just blinks at you.
Once.
Twice.
ââŠYou need a what?â
His mind blue-screens for a second. Heâs not opposed to providing, but the title offends his soul.
âYou donât need a sugar daddy. You have me. I hunt.â
ââŠYou what?â
âFish. For you. And I fixed the sink. And gave you that mug you like.â
Refuses to ever be called âsugarâ anything but becomes wildly protective and starts spoiling you more than ever.
Later he slaps a tuna onto the table like a cat that caught a frog.
âHere. This is alpha husband behavior. Forget âdaddy.ââ
If you said this while he's in seal form? Immediately grabs your wrist with his mouth and will start dragging you toward the water. You are being kidnapped back into loyalty.
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đ Rafayel-
âEXCUSE me?â
Clutches his invisible pearls. âYou want someone else to dote on you? To pay your way? I have literally been manifesting romantic daydreams about feeding you chocolate-dipped strawberries since day two!â
You blink. You were joking.
Heâs pacing dramatically now. A Shakespearean monologue about how no one else is allowed to even look at you with monetary affection. You barely whisper âIt was just a jokeâŠâ and he snaps to a halt.
âSo I can still be your sugar seal then?â
He proceeds to Venmo you $5 with a note: âFor being adorable.â
If you say that in front of seal Raf...he'll start nipping at your ankles and whimpering like a sad, abandoned puppy. Rolling dramatically in the sand, pretending to die of heartbreak.
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đCaleb-
He immediately assumes youâre serious and in trouble.
âDo you need money? Waitâdid you get laid off? Do we need to sell something? I can fish more. Iâll fish all night. I'll become a fishing influencer.â
âCaleb noââ
Heâs already researching how to turn clams into currency and looking up how to register a credit card in a Selkieâs name.
Once he realizes you were half-joking, he flushes pink and goes:
ââŠYou scared me.â
Then, under his breath, âIâd be a better sugar dad than anyone anywayâŠâ
Later, in his chonky seal form, he brings you a crab shell offering like âplease reconsider, I can provide.â
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đ Xavier-
He doesnât say anything for a long time.
You feel him staring at you.
Hard.
Eventually, ââŠDefine sugar daddy.â
You try to explain and his frown deepens.
âDo they get to hold your hand?â
â...Maybe?â
âUnacceptable.â
He disappears for an hour and comes back with a fully itemized spreadsheet labeled:
ISIDHEJWIAMSNEU THIS ART I HAVE FOUND MORE CROSS STICH MARTERIAL ONE FOR CALEB AND ONE FOR XAVIER!!!
LIKE XAVIER WAS DEADASS CONSIDERING IT AND HONESTLY I REAPECT THAT ABOUT HIM ALSO WHERE ARE THEY GETTING TBIS MONEY???? DO THEY NOW WORK????? WHO EMPOLYESS THEM??? ARE THEY JUST SPAMING THE READER WITH OUR IWN MONEY???????? IM CONFUSED???? DO THEY HAVE BANK ACCOUNTS WHO GAVE THEM THAT?????? DO SELKIES HAVE THEIR OWN FORM OF CURRENCY???? DO THEY HAVE A SOCIETY????? DO THEY INTERAXT WITH HUMANS TO TRANSFER SAUD CURRENCY????? I NEED ANSWERS
It's both the readers money and the change found around the house and beach. Reader was the one to set up a family banking system kinda like you hear about in adds sometimes where parents can watch how their kids spend lol I'm too tired rn to remember what its call atm
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