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do yall fuck w cop!philip graves x naive reader? Being wanting to write some dark smut fanfics lately
dinner's ready
had an idea for writing Graves, gonna do it after the artist!konig is finished.......
MASTERLIST ✮
last time updated: April 12th 2025 !
requests: open
fluff: 𐙚
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an artist and his muse 𐙚; artist!konig x chubby!F!reader (3.6k+3.7k) — ✮¹ ★²
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little mermaid 𐙚; sailor!price x mermaid!F!reader — ✮¹ ★²
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highschool sweethearts 𐙚; teenager!simon ghost riley x teenager!GN!reader — ✮¹ part 2 soon!
it's a secret 𐙚; john soap mactavish x F!reader — ✮¹ part 2 soon!
precious flower ♡; vladimir makarov x f!inexperienced!virgin!reader — ✮
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john price x f!cow hybrid reader x ghost ♡ — ✮
konig x worried wife 𐙚 — ✮
helping konig with his tie 𐙚♡— ✮
coyote hybrid! graves x f!cowhybrid reader ♡ — ✮
Cann, we get more chubby!reader x artist!könig please 🙏
I might write some drabbles before the part 2 is up, what would you like to see? Don't be shy!
Hi 👋🏻 I just came across your account and I read your artist and muse.
And I was wondering if you are writing a part 2 to this?
Hello! Well, yes but it will probably take some time because of college, but in two weeks or so the part 2 will be up!
an artist and his muse ⭑⚝
artist! König x chubby!F!reader
!!content warnings: nudity, suggestive but nothing happens, Konig is slightly cold and rude, shaving, reader is described as 'plump' 'chubby'. Slow burn.
3,6k words — english isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes !
You were the daughter of a model, your father in his youngers was a famous model, modelling for artists and his body was practically all over Austria, in paintings, portraits, movies, you name it! Every slightly artistic place you went he was there. He was more famous in Austria than internacionally but he was still famous, a bunch of people would recognize him even in a small country, that was sure... And you were an introvert.
You didn't liked the attention, how everyone's eyes were always on you, trying to interview you, to get into your personal life and invading your space. You never meet your mother and the fact you looked a lot like your father didn't helped, apparently, you mother was an immigrant that got deported back to her country and her DNA was nowhere to be found... So you lived all your life with your father, Anton. You were half Austrian and half whatever your mother was, you didn't looked like an stereotypical Austrian girl, that was sure but you also didn't fit any other stereotype, making your beauty unique...
One thing was sure, the few genes that were in your body from your mother made a difference. While you father was more muscular, you were more plump, chubby. You father never bodyshamed you but he did made your exercise but you could never lose the weight, you weren't unhealthy you just... Couldn't change your body and surgery was out of question, your father never needed one, why would you?
One day, you decided to try modelling. Starting at something small since you didn't liked the spotlights, you model for a local clothes store that were looking for bigger model and just your last name made them immediately accept you. You just took a few photos and done, you made great money and was happy.
You decided to buy something sweet before going back home, you get inside a ice-cream parlor and orders your favorite milkshake and some donuts. You sit down on one of the comfy pink chairs and starts eating... Then, this wall of a man walks in, he had a long wavy ginger hair, a tired expression and glasses on, he was handsome, you can't deny it. He orders some sundae and sits down, waiting.
He takes off a sketchbook and starts sketching some poses and expressions. You decides to be nosy and peeks on it but he notices and closes the notebook, "oh sorry- I'm...I was just intrigued... Sorry." You apologizes, thinking you might have made him uncomfortable but then his sundae is ready and he stands up to grab it and then walks out of the parlor. You sigh and goes back to your donut.
You finished and just then you noticed, the man had forgotten his sketchbook. You grab it and opens it, he had a lot of drawings there, that man had so much talent, hot and smart? That's your type. His signature was almost unreadable but you can make a few letter out of it and assumes its something along the lines of 'König'... Well, king. You assume it's just a nickname, a bunch of artists has those artistic names just to be easily recognized and such. You liked how that sounds, 'König'...
You grabbed his sketchbook and starts walking around the city, looking for him but you couldn't find him anywhere, he could've took an Uber and already be in another city and you were there, with his random guy sketchbook... You take a closer look and finds at one of the last pages, 'If lost — call (xxxxxxxx)' and then a phone number. You dial the number on your cellphone and after a few seconds, it's accepted.
"Hello?" "Hello, hm... Is this König?" "Ja." You gulps, this man had only spoke two words and you were already falling in love with his deep voice.
"Uh... You were at the ice cream parlor earlier and you forgot your sketchbooks, I'm waiting here on front of it, I'm with it." You explains and it goes silent for a while. "Scheisse..." Then, he hangs out, leaving you confused. You assume he's coming, so you stay there.
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You get distracted by your phone, spending time on whatever social media you were until you heard a raspy voice behind you, "Hey." You jump in surprise, looking at the guy behind... It was the big guy, "oh hey..." You replies and he reaches out for the sketchbook, in which you give him.
You two stare at each other until you can see him frowning under the mask, "You're... Anton's daughter?" He questions and you nods, his eyes widen slightly. "Mein gott... You're identical to him." He says, a bit amazed, you were beautiful but he thought you would be somewhere else, at a fancier ice cream parlor, where the ice creams would be so expensive a commoner like him wouldn't never even feel the sweet taste of the cold dessert... But you were in front of him, at a mediocre at best ice cream parlor, looking up at him with your pretty eyes.
"Everyone says that, you're not the first." You spoke, smiling up at him. "Oh by the way, what's your name? I saw here that is König but-" "Call me that." "Uh?" "König... My name is König." He interrupts you a few times, making you chuckles. "Well... You aleady know my name." You replies and he nods, "Who doesn't?" He jokes and laughs softly, making you giggle.
You look up at him. He wasn't an ugly guy, no, he was quite handsome actually, his smile was even prettier, the scar on his lips was such a charm and his tired eyes were so hypnotizing... You noticed you were staring for too long and looks back down, blushing slightly, getting embarrassed. "Sorry- I-i...I'm just intrigued, you're so tall and big." You excuses, gesturing confused, trying to explain yourself. He shakes his head, "I don't care." He says, a bit harshly, "I need to go, delete my number. Bye." He starts walking away before you could say goodbye back and question why he wanted you to delete his number... But you do as what he asked.
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A few weeks passed by after the unusual encounter with the scary big artist guy at the ice cream parlor. You went to that same ice cream parlor practically everyday after modeling but he never came back.
One day, you were walking in the park, just looking around, petting some cats here and there, watching the ducks swimming and then you notice that same guy, with a canvas, painting the lake with the duck. He had his hair tied back this time, he notices you at the other side of the lake and looks at you for a moment before going back to the canvas. You quietly approached him, you weren't the only one watching him paint, 2 or 3 more people watching, one of them with a child but you were the only one there when he finished, at 6pm.
He stares at it. He doesn't look like someone that likes what he sees as he frowns slightly. "I think it looks good." You steps in, looking at the painting, a gentle breeze passing by, making you shiver, "oh, I forget how cold Austria can be sometimes..." You says, a bit embarrassed. He doesn't even look at you as he keeps eyeing the canvas, trying to figure how what he did wrong. He stares at it for a few minutes until it clicked... The ducks, he forgot the ducks but it was already late and he had to come back tomorrow to try again. He starts packing his thing while you rambled, he wasn't even paying attention. He walks away without looking at you.
"Rude..." You sighs and whispers to yourself until another cold breeze comes and you start running back home desperately.
Your father was at the living room when you got back home, "You forgot your hoodie?" He says, not taking the eyes out of the book he was reading, "I didn't know it would be that cold today." You replies. "It was all over the news, tonight it's a snow night." Your father says and before you could reply, he interrupts, "The bathtub it's filled with warm water, go take a shower, you smell bad." He complains. You rolls your eyes and goes to the bathroom.
You grab your cellphone before stepping into the bathtub, you always liked listening to music while cleaning yourself — even if your father complained —, you put on your favorite playlist but then, you receive a message. It was the clothe store you modelled for the last time.
"Hey, are you free next weekend? We need you to model some new skirts, shirts and sweaters for our winter season." It reads, you reply with a 'yes' and they send you the informations about the time and place.
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The week passed by like a minute and it was already the weekend. You got ready for the photoshoot, took a shower, the hairstylists fixed your hair and you went to try on the new clothes, they were cute and really warm, the skirts had warm shorts sew on them, making a good job on protection and keeping the person warm, the sweaters were cute and really, really warm, the long sleeved shirts had a cute print on it. The photoshoot was at the park, they closed an area of the park so you could take the photos, you were really nervous since a lot of people were watching you pose and the snow was making everything harder, the cameraman having to often clean the lenses even with the lense protection because the thin snow was getting underneath it.
Everything went well, the photos were pretty, you were amazing and the clothes were ready to be sold, you even got a few of them! You were getting ready to leave the park when someone approached you... It was the big guy from a few days ago. He just... Stared at you, he hands you a paper and then walk away, he didn't even ran, he just... Simply, walked away, leaving you confused.
You opened the paper and it was... A bunch of sketches of the poses you were making during the photoshoot and a big sketch of you, even the smallest detail of the skirt and oh god, how did he made the sweater look so comfy with just a bunch of lines? Your eyes were practically shining, impressed by the amount of details. You noticed a phone number on the back of the paper, 'call me.' it says. You think for a moment and puts the paper on your backpack carefully.
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It was 10pm when you got home, exhausted. The day was filled with you and the editor of the magazine of the clothe store, he was a new guy there and was always asking for your feedback, the only problem was that he talked a lot! He was talented, amazing, but he just couldn't shut up for a minute and you had to listen to his annoying rambling for hours to the point you started having a headache.
When you got home, you took some headache meds and took a warm shower, cleaned your hair and put on your pajamas. You practically jumped on the bed, the warm temperature of your room making you immediately fall asleep.
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You woke up at 7am Went to the kitchen and you found a note, from your father, 'I went to Mödling, gonna meet a woman. Take care of yourself. There's money on my room, be safe and smart.' it wrote. You rolls your eyes and sighs, your father was always like this, went to another place, minutes, hours or even days away just to meet someone, it always annoyed you but you couldn't do anything, you're in your 20s and he was in his 50s, changing him wasn't easy and he absolutely loved his car, you think he loves that car more than he loves you... But at 7am?! He was crazy.
Anyway, you made some breakfast for yourself, something simple as you were just going to stay at home today. You were planning to just lay around and watch TV the whole day, you really wanted to watch that new series on Netflix... But then you remembered the paper the big guy gave you and the number on it. You decided to message him while you ate, not really thinking he would answer you, it was 7am after all...
'Hey, it's Anton's daughter, the model girl :) how are you?' you sends and then goes back to eating.
It took a few minutes but he texted back, 'hey'... Dry and simple as always. You two texted for a few minutes until he eventually went straight to the point.
'i need a model and I saw you at the park, you're perfect for what i want to do, how much do you ask for an hour?' He sends, you were taken by surprise, he wants you to model for him? Yeah, sure, whatever, that's what it's paying for bills for a long time now. 'how much are you willing to pay?' '€30/hour.' you think for a moment, €30 is fine but you don't know how long it is going to take... So you ask. 'How long it would take?' '4-5 hours.' oh wow, that was a quick response, he probably already has all your questions answered and you're just wasting your time now.
'when and where?' 'today at 10am, at the local museum, i have a room for myself there, it has cameras, you can call a friend if you want if it makes your feel safer with me, I just want to get my work done.' another quick response, you send him a thumbs up and he answered with an 'okay'.
You finished eating, washed the dishes, did your bed, organized the living room and took a shower, you don't often shave but you decided to shave your legs, arms and armpits. Exfoliating your skin gently and then using the soft razor that was like a massage on your skin, soft and gentle, then moisturizing with a cream for post-shave that smelled so good you were addicted.
It was 9:40am, you got dressed with something simple, simple jeans short, a white shirt and some comfortable shoes and socks, everything so simple that if someone saw you at the streets they couldn't even know your dad is one of the most famous men in Austria. You got into your bike and starts riding to the museum while listening to some music.
You arrived at the museum at 9:57am, took off your headphones and headed inside, König was there, waiting for you. You two looked at each other. "Hey." You says and he motions for you to follow him. He leads you to a backroom, filled with art supplies such as empty canvas, paints, a bunch of brushes, chair and such.
He takes a deep breath, "take off your clothes." He says, shocking you. Like, you don't even know his real name and he wants to see you naked?... Yeah, sure, that's what being a model means. You nods and takes off your clothes, staying on your bra and panties. He stares at your body for a moment but it doesn't look like he's looking at you lustful or like something sexual but rather as something to be studied and adored. He nods and explains you how to pose.
He sits you in the edge of a chair, putting your hands on your knees, 'the palms down' he repeats, tilting your head a bit to the left side, letting your hair fall in your shoulders, placing the right leg over the left one and arching your spine a bit.
After 40 minutes or so, you couldn't tell the time, you started to get bored, he wasn't talking to you and making small talk was useless, that man was concentrated and didn't want to talk. "Hey." You say and he doesn't even look at you, "hey... Heeey!!" He then looks at you, sounding a bit frustrated, "what?" "Can you turn the TV on? I'm bored." He sighs and turns on the TV, putting on a random sitcom. It was good, too good, you starts chuckling and giggling at the bad jokes, smiling and probably ruining the neutral expression he wanted you to keep.
He shakes his head, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." He commented, not leaving his eyes out of you and the canvas. "It's not everyday i pose practically naked for an artist i met at an ice cream parlor." You answered and he even smiles a bit.
"Thats true." He replies and continues on the painting, after a few minutes, you opened your mouth again. "Do you work with your art?" You asks, he nods, "I do commissions, people pay me to paint then and I have my own little exhibition on the museum." He replies, brushing the canvas talentedly, seeming a bit more good humored.
"Do you paint a lot of naked people or is it just me?" You asks, smiling and König laughs a bit. "I've had my fair share of naked paintings, you're not the first one and probably not the last." He laughed but it didn't last long until his cold expression came back. His expressions change so quickly it's actually impressive.
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You were getting tired, your butt was hurting of sitting down on that goddamn chair for so long and your hand was itching and the sitcom was getting bored, how long has it passes? 2 hours, 3 hours? Before you could fall asleep, König speaks, "We are gonna do a pause now, it's..." He looks at the clock, "It's 1pm, I'm gonna get us some lunch. Put your back on if you wish." He stated and put the brush and palette he was using on the table next to the canvas. You grab your clothing and puts it back on, it was good to put your clothes back on, you stepped outside and... Oh, it was snowing again and you didn't had your hoodie with you, damn.
You followed König to a cafeteria, it was a simple and cute little place with not a lot of people and a cheap selfservice. You got just spaghetti and orange juice and König... His plate was a mess, honestly, and he was drinking water. You decided to start some small talk, "How old are you?" You ask. "32." He replied, more focused on eating than answering you, you nodded, taking the hint that he doesn't want to talk but at least now you know his age. And you two got back to the museum after eating at 1:40pm.
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Hours passed by like a minute and all of a sudden, he was finished with the painting and you were tired and it was just 5pm! He grabbed the canvas to the outside to dry while you put your clothes back on and drank some water. You went outside to the garden, where he was with the painting and you finally got a look at the canva... It was amazing, beautiful, you were mesmerized, your eyes shining but then, the cold breeze hits you again, slapping you out of your state, "Oh, shit-" you complained, hugging yourself to keep warm.
König looks at you and sighed, he approached you and took off his jacket and wrapped it around you, "I'll take you home. It's not safe to ride a bike in the snow." He says and leads you outside, you nods and follows him, putting on his warm jacket. He opens the car's door to you, what a gentleman.
You tell him his address and he starts driving, the bike on the car trunk, the warmer of the car keeping you two warm and a music coming out of the radio. It took a few minutes to get home and you the two of you got there, what was just a simple snow turned into a snow storm, you didn't thought twice when you insisted to visit him inside... But he refused.
"I can go home. I'll be fine." He insisted, "No, c'mon, I'll make some coffee for us, I- "I said no." He says, as cold as the snow, he walks away like the first time you two meet at the ice cream parlor. You were frustrated, all of that, he saw you naked, he payed for your food, he drove you home and he wouldn't let you return the favor? "Rude!" You shouts and he turns back to you, looking a you frowning, "What's wrong with you? I just want to help! It's a snow storm, you're gonna get stuck in the snow! Let me return the favor, König!" You shouts, the sound of the wind muffling your voice slightly. He seemed to think for a moment when he starts walking back to you and get inside your house.
König took a deep breath and looks at you as you locked the door and took off your shoes. "Why?" He asks and you looks up at him, "what-" "Why are you helping me? Why do you care?" He interrupts, sounding a bit desperate, damn, who hurt this man? "I couldn't let you freeze outside, you'd die." You replies, turning on the warmer. It was just 6:30pm and you were hungry and delivery was out off limit so you would have to cook. He nods and sits down on the couch, looking nervous.
You went to the kitchen and starts to cut some vegetables, he quietly walks behind you, "can I help?" He offered his help and you give him the meat, "Cut it, season it with salt and add it to the oil in the frying pan." You practically ordered, focused on the vegetables. He does as you asked, you two talk while cooking and you discovered a few things about him. He was single, served the army for 10 years, was an only child and was allergic to peanuts and some other things. His smile was beautiful and his long hair falling on his broad shoulders was so handsome... He was handsome!
You and König sat down to eat looking at each other, "Hm- you put too much salt on the meat." You commented and he smiles, "sorry." He apologizes. You two eat mostly in silence and it was already 7:50pm when the plates were empty and the dishes were clean. You helped König organize the guest room for him, finally fixing the broken warmer of the room with his help, you gave him a disposable toothbrush and grabbed a few clothes from your dad so König could shower.
It was 9:20pm, König was sleeping and you were on your room... Feeling a warm sensation on your chest, it was love, it was obvious but you don't know if he loves you back, he was so hard to understand, difficult to read. You took a deep breath and tried to relax, you fell asleep after some long minutes.
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You woke up at 8am and went to the living room, you saw König getting ready to leave. He looks at you, "Hey." He says, "Thank you for letting me sleep here tonight." He added, you nods. You approached him and gives him a hug, "Be safe out there, okay?" You says and he returns the hug, in a bold movement, he kisses you forehead and smiles, "Bye... Can you open the door?" You nods, blushing slightly, you open the door and steps ouside, the snow practically melted, he waves at you and smiles, "Bye!" You waves back, smiling and blushing. You close the door and sighs happily, your heart beating fast, your face red and a dumb smile on your face.
Well, you have things to do, so it's best to forget him for now. For now.
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Tomorrow: artist König x chubby reader!
Little Mermaid 🌊🐬 pt 2 !
part 1!
mermaid!reader x sailor!John Price
!!warnings: fluff, none really just super cute :) F!Reader
English isn't my first language! Not proofread, i apologize for any gramatical mistakes
It has been a few weeks since the strange encounter with the mermaid and captain Price hasn't stopped thinking about her since then. Her beautiful tail, who had shine in that moonlight, the cutesy way she spoke... He wasn't being able to get her out of his mind.
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A few months passed. He had lost hopes to find the mermaid again, she was probably too scared to get out of her place again, he tried staying up as long as he could but he was always dragged to bed by his sailors after 2 am...
Price had a mission today, catch some fish. He prepared everything and got on his boat, he wasn't planning on getting some big catch, just some small fishes that he could eat in 2 or 3 days.
He was in a safe distance from land but still a few far into the ocean, the sea was calm and he didn't had any worries...
While waiting for some fish to take the bait, he starts appreciating the landscape... Which was just the sun and water, but it was still beautiful.
After a few moments, he starts noticing a strange movement on the water, it was getting closer and closer and closer... He grabs his gun and points at it but when he sees the familiar color of the mermaid's tail, he immediately puts it back down.
"Y/N?! Is that you?!" He shouts, looking at the water for any sight of you until you emerged from the water, looking at him with curiosity.
You wanted to ask him what he was doing here, in the middle of nowhere, if he was lost but you couldn't figured out how to say it, it was too complicated for you.
He sighs in relief, "I thought you were dead." He says and sits back on the boat, "What brings you here?" He asks, grabbing a cigarette from his backpack and lightening it up.
When you doesn't answer, he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "Did the cat got your tongue?" He asks. You tilts your head, looking at him confused... What's a cat?
"What... What cat?" You asks, trying to sound audible, the strong accent making it almost impossible. Price stares at you for a moment before realizing... You don't know what a cat is. He chuckles, looking at you softer.
"Cat is a domestic animal, a feline. You know what a pet is?" He added, looking at you and taking a puff of the cig. You nods, you've read about dogs before in your books but never cats.
"Well cats are... Like little lions, tigers. They hunt rats, cockroaches, uh... You don't know what any of these are, right?" He explained and then asked and sighed when you nod. He took off his phone from his backpack and showed you a picture of a cat, "that's my cat, his name is Whiskers, my daughter begged for a cat after she went to her friend's house, she takes care of him and such." He spoke, smiling.
Your eyes sparkles, that thing was cute! The cat's orange fur mixed with white was adorable, his big dark eyes and pointy ears were like nothing you saw before. Price chuckles, seeing how amazed you looked, you try reaching for the phone but he flinches, "Nuh uh. You're gonna get it wet." He puts his phone back on the backpack, you looks up at him confused and he smiles, "Don't give me that look... Hey, can you get on the boat?" He asks and gives him hand for you to grab. You grab his hand and he lifts you up like if it was nothing and puts you on the boat, that's when he gets a good look on your body.
Your tail was beautiful, shining in the sunshine, the jointed fingers and the fact you didn't had a belly button, it was weird but fascinating, you were so pretty, the wet hair and how the sun shines in your skin was mesmerizing.
"Oh god, you're so beautiful." He was amazed, he touches your cheek and caresses it, feeling your soft skin and how cute your eyes were, it was nothing like he saw before, big but with sharp pupils, probably to see better on the dark sea, you touches his hand, leaning into it, his touch was so comfortable and warm and your skin was chill, kinda blue.
You then see the fishes in the bucket and looks at it a bit confused, you points at it. He looks at it and smiles, "That's what i do to survive, pretty. I sell fish to feed my little girl." He explained and you nods understanding, your family had a similar business, your father hunts shrimp, crab from the deepest seas, the ones that tasted the weirdest and was still extremely delicious.
"Mine... Dad sells... Hm..." You starts but forgets the word for 'crab' and 'shrips', so you starts mimicking the movements of a crab, which makes Price starts laughing heartily, finding it funny and cute.
"Crab? It's that what you're trying to say?" He calms down a bit and asks and but nods.
"Yes... Crap!" He then laughs again, making you confused. "Crap...funny? Haha... Haha!" That just makes him laugh more at your attempt to laugh with him but clearly confused.
He takes a deep breath, "No, no. Crab, crap is what you say when something goes wrong, you know?" He says after calming down a bit, smiling.
You nods, "You know, you nod a lot, does your head doesn't hurt? You can always say 'i understand', 'got it' or 'yes'. C'mon, say with me 'got it'." He teaches you, "G...goot it...?" You try.
"No, no. Got it. Don't extend the 'o'." He smiles, explains. "Got... It.... Got it!" "Yeah! Like that!" His smile widen and he pats your head.
It was getting late and he had to go back to the beach, where the base was so he ruffles your wet hair, "I have to go, it's getting late and you should go too, it might be dangerous, the sea is full of surprises." He says. You smiles, your sharp fangs surprising him, "bye...bye!" You say before jumping on the water, swimming away on the big ocean.
He sighs happily and starts paddling back to base, he caught a good amount of fish and found the mermaid he was looking for, what a day...
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haven’t seen one for gaz yet and i do NOT tolerate gaz erasure
For the requests !
Characters that I write for:
- Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz
- König, Valeria, Alejandro, Rudy
- Keegan, Logan, Hesh
- Graves, Farah, Makarov
What I write for:
- female, gn and male reader
- Fluff, angst and smut
- AUs (hybrid, alien etc)
What I don't write for:
- Offensive themes, fluid related kinks (scat, piss, etc), p3do
It's a secret...¡! ❞
John 'Soap' Mactavish x female!reader
!!warnings: fluff-angst, stitching, shooting, nothing really ig just Soap being romantic, love at first sight, not too much build up i apologize
English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes
Soap is in an undercover mission, working as a barista at a famous cafeteria where people come and go everyday. His target? A terrorist that was threatening to blow up the Big Ben, the reasons? Nobody knew.
They had a profile of the terrorist, a man with black hairs, blue eyes, long neck and the tattoo of a star on his wrist. For some reason, that guy seemed to enjoy cold coffee every morning before killing some civils, something sweet to start the day before commiting crimes.
Soap got the morning shift, working from 8am to 3pm everyday, hoping to catch the son of a bitch... And that's where you appear at the story, you arrived there everyday at 10am, ordered some frappuccino with extra cream and milk and then sat down, works for one hour and left
He didn't payed attention to you before the third day or so when he started noticing how frequent you where, entering at 10am and leaving at 11:50am exactly, maybe you were just a perfectionist, maybe you were involved in the terrorist's plan. He learned your name, your order and when he least imagined, he was doing your order before you even arrived at the cafeteria, everything ready one hour before you were there.
His teammates noticed it and kept telling him to focus on the target — not on the pretty girl that showed up everyday and definitely wasn't making his heart beat faster. You had those tired eyes that were captivating and your hair that was messy in the right measure every morning, as if you woke up late and got ready in a hurry.
After a week, the terrorist finally shows up and as expected, a fight starts on the cafeteria and unfortunately, you were one of the civil that got injured, you were hit by a bullet in your arm, the one you used for everything. He hears your screams and he is scared, he only know you for a week and is already so in love with you.
He lets Ghost takes the top on the conflict and rushes to you, kneeling down in front of you while you have your arm bleeding, crying in pain and fear.
"shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay, you'll be okay, It only hit the tissue, your bones are fine, c'mon, you're a strong woman." Soap says in a soft tone, trying to calm you down. You were panicking, of course, you were used to a calm, cozy life and that cafeteria was your favorite place and now there is a shooting happening right in front of your eyes.
Seeing your despair and how intense the shooting was getting, he picks you up and runs with you to the back of the cafeteria, the deposit. He carefully puts you down and picks a first aid kit.
"Look, this is going to hurt okay? Here, have this." He says, looking at you with those worried eyes as he gives you a piece of cloth to bite, He takes tweezers and carefully penetrates the hole in your arm and you screams of discomfort and pain, after a few seconds of pure agony, he manages to take it off. "Look, it wasn't that bad.." he says softly, smiling at you, the piece of cloth in your mouth all wet in tears and saliva, falling into the ground as you pant.
He puts stitches in your arm, they are temporary until you get a better one from a doctor. He takes off a sandwich and orange juice in a box from his backpack and gives it to you, "You must be feeling weak, you lost a lot of blood." You take the sandwich and take a small, weak bite, "Thanks.." you says in a weak, shaky voice.
He smiles and stands up, "stay here, I'm gonna be back in a while." He says and leaves, not without giving you one last look. At least you were safe and that calmed his heart.
The shooting continued but now the terrorist had some backup and almost managed to escape but fortunately, captain Price captured him before he could run away. Soap had a few bruises, Gaz was injured but nothing too serious and Ghost and Price was fine.
He came back to where he left you and... You weren't there, the only thing left behind was the box of orange juice and blood. His heart stops, his legs are weak, his eyes starts watering, where are you? Did he lost you? Did you-
"Ah..it's you, I'm sorry." Your voice comes out of the deposit's boxes and Soap looks around frenetically, you come out from behind one of the boxes, like a cat checking if everything was alright, he runs to you and hugs you, lifting you up.
"Oh god, I thought i had lost you." He cries, hugging you tightly, you hug back, of course, he is your saviour. You had just hid behind the boxes when you heard him coming back, afraid if it wasn't him.
He lets you go after a while and takes your hand, "c'mon, let's get you to a doctor." He says, leading you outside, where a squad of doctos and nurses were helping the injured. He helps you get inside the ambulance and waves at you as the ambulances drives away and you wave back, of course.
He had captured your heart and you captured his but you two couldn't be together... For now.
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Hope you enjoyed it! I think I'm gonna do a second part of this!
My requests are open.
Highschool sweethearts .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡
Teenager! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x teenager!gn reader
!!warnings: fluff, Ghost is a bit mean in the beginning, no gendered pronouns used for the reader, Ghost is 17, reader is 15-16, slow burn
English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes
You were a junior, you had a small group of friends that shared the same interested, nothing bigger than four people just so you didn't had to eat alone at lunch.
There was this boy in your biology class, Simon Riley, some close people called him Ghost for some reason, you didn't know why. He was always wearing a black mask, covering half of his face, like if he was sick but he wasn't, you saw him playing volleyball wearing that mask and he definitely wasn't sick. He was always quiet in the class, just taking notes and looking through the window, you would be lying to yourself if you didn't thought he was at least a bit attractive.
Your friend, Kelly, who was a social butterfly, managed to know a bit about him. He only has one friend in his grade, a scottish foreigner and the other 2 was a senior and a freshman, they all had silly nicknames for each other but she couldn't discovered what were the nicknames. He always stayed in the school library reading something after class and he smoked cigarettes in the school field every Saturday at 11am and his favorite drink is tea. You didn't question her how she knew those thing, she just did.
You were in the biology class and the teacher assigned everyone a project, to make a resume of the books chapter that you had read the whole semester, It was a pair work... That the teacher would choose the pairs, pratically everyone complained but she did it anyway. It was simple, everyone had a number, if you are number 1, your pair is number 2, if your number is number 3, your pair is number 4 and such. You were number 7 and it just happened that Simon was number 8, he looked at you and then back at the teacher when she announced that you were his pair, he seemed... Almost annoyed.
It was Friday and the project had to be delivered on Monday, so you and Simon had the whole weekend to do it. You decided to talk with Simon after class to discuss where you two would meet to do the project but you couldn't find him anywhere so you had to ask the other students, none of them knew where he was until you meet one particular student, that one that had a scottish accent and a mohawk.
The boy said to you that Simon was really, really introverted and didn't liked people in his house unless that he was friends with them... And he didn't liked befriending with other juniors for some reason, despite that, the boy — that you learned the name was John MacTavish... Or Soap—, gave you Simon's address and said that, to not upset him, to bring him something as a gift, especially tea and gave you Simon's phone number before having to go.
The next day was Saturday, you woke up early and got ready, taking a shower and dressing comfortably, not caring too much about how you look, you took your notebook, laptop, pens and of course, some chamomile tea, hoping he would like it.
You took the bus to his neighborhood and knocked at his door. After a few minutes waiting, Simon opens the door, he seems like he just woke up, his hair messy and his eyes looks heavy. His eyebrows frowns, he apparently didn't liked seeing you here. "What do you want?" He says, his voice deep as ever. "The science project." You answered, looking at him, trying to sound friendly.
"it's fuckin' ten in the morning, go back to your house. We have until Monday to do this shit and I don't want to do it today, go wash some dishes or a laundry and leave me alone." He spitted, closing the door, not leaving space for you to talk. You were surprised, you didn't expected the quiet, introverted Simon to be like that. You were determined! You has things to do tomorrow and you need this project ready today.
You knock on the door again, "Go away!" He yells, "I have something for you!" You yell back and after a few minutes of silence, he opens the door and you show him the chamomile tea box, he looks at you and then at the box and grabs it, "come in." He says, his voice tired and he opens the door to you. You step inside, taking off your shoes and leaving it at the doorway.
The house was kinda messy, a lot of boxes here and there, especially of pizzas and the kitchen smelled like tea. "Where are your parents?" You asks Simon, following him inside the house. "They're on vacation and they decided I'm old enough to be home alone." He mumbles and then turns to you.
"Who gave you my address?" He questions, crossing his arms. You were slightly intimidated, he was so big for a teenager, it was probably good genetics and maybe gym? you never saw him working out. Maybe the fact he was always dressing hoodies and sweaters that covered his whole body also helped how you never noticed.
You gulps and looks at him, "John." You replies, he frowns slightly, "what John? I know a lot of Johns." He rolls his eyes. "Uh... MacTavish? Soap?" You nervously answers. He sighs and chuckles, "of course, Soap." He teased and then started to prepare the tea, taking a kettle and filling it with water, boiling it on the stove.
The following minutes are silent, he wasn't looking at you, you just wanted to do the project and get out of there. You open your mouth but then hesitated, so stayed quiet. "Are you going to stay there stare at me?" Simon looked at you from over his shoulder, making you feel small even if you two didn't had a big height difference.
You look away and shakes your head in an no and he turns back to the kettle, he puts the tea bag in the boiling water and waits a few minutes before turning off the heat and pouring the tea into a cup. He drinks it and sighs, his face softening. He then turns to you, "You want some?" He offers, you hesitantly nods, he pours some tea into a cup and hands it to you. You drink it and being honest, you didn't liked tea much but this one tasted good.
Simon smiles a bit, it seems like tea brings him to a better mood, "What's your name?" He asks, you frowns a bit, you two were a duo project and he didn't know your name... You tell him your name and he nods. You two talk for a while, drinking tea.
It was now 12pm and you had things to do at 2pm, so you interrupts him. "Let's do the project, I need to go in a few hours." His smile fades and he nods. He leads you to his bedroom upstairs, you take your laptop from your backpack and you two sit on the floor and starts working on the project. You two were finished at exactly 1:40pm, the project wasn't perfect but it had to be that because you were a busy person and didn't had time tomorrow.
"oh god, I'm gonna be late for my volleyball practice." You panics, quickly organizing everything. You didn't had a driving license yet so you had to take the bus that took a long time to arrive so you will definitely be late... "I'll drive you there." Simon says, taking you out of your trance, "Really? You don't need to, i can take the bus-" "Yeah, let's go, c'mon." He cuts you off.
He takes your hand and your backpack for you, walking you to the garage. You jump into the passenger seat and he goes to the driver seat, you give him the address of the place and he starts driving as fast as legally as possible. Your hair flying in the wind as you laugh.
You arrive at the place a bit late, like 5 minutes late but it's better than 30 minutes late at least. You jump out of the car fast and runs to the entrance, "see you at Monday!" You yell at Simon and waves at him beflre entering, he waves back and you can see a weak smile on his face.
Is this the start of something more than a friendship?
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🌸 my requests are open by the way! Hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry if it it's too small, I'm still learning :)
Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.2
Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
!!warnings: mostly fluff but a bit of angst, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old, emotional Gaz, mentions of near death, starving, hyperventilating
English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes
part 1
It has been days, even weeks since the last time you saw Gaz, you and him just talking through the old phone he gave you but he was a busy soldier, he practically never had time to talk to you.
The prison food was terrible, nothing that compared to the amazing meals you used to eat back in Russia. Your everyday food was bad cooked rice, bad scrambled eggs and undercooked meat and it was in a small proportion so most of the days you would sleep hungry...
It was a random Tuesday, you were sleeping when you felt the mattress sinking and someone sitting on it. You woke up slowly and you sees Gaz in your bed, looking at you, he looked destroyed, his hair messy and a new scar on his cheek, he had just returned from a mission.
He realizes he woke you up and looks away. "I'm sorry for waking you up, it's just...i missed you." He whispers the last part. You sit on the mattress and yawns, rubbing your eye.
You look at Gaz for a few seconds before he looked back at you. "I bought you something." He smiles a bit, he grabs a chocolate bar from his pocket and gives it to you.
Chocolate? Finally something that wasn't food that looks like it was made by someone that hates eating. You eagerly takes the chocolate and starts eating it immediately, you were starving afterall.
He smiles a bit more seeing you eat so eager and then he looks back at the ground, his smiles fades and he seems like he is in deep thought. "Y/N...what are we?" He asks, not looking directly at you.
You stops eating and looks at Gaz. "What do you mean?" You frowns slightly and he looks at you. "I love you." He confesses, looking at you lovingly. "I almost died in my mission and everything i was thinking about when i was on the floor, bleeding and almost dying was you." He continues, he looks like he was about to cry.
A silence reigns in the room for a few minutes before he sighs. "I'm sorry, i got emotional, it's alright if you don't like me back-" you interrupt him "I love you too Kyle but-" he interrupt you "You love me?" he smiles warmly, the tears starting to fall from his eyes.
He realizes he had interrupted him and wipes away his tears, still smiling and he laughs a bit. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry... go on." He says, laughing a bit.
You sighs and nods. "I love you too but you betrayed me, Kyle." You says with a sad tone, his smiles fades and he nods. "I know but i had no choice. I had to, I'm a soldier and your dad is a threat to society." He says, a bit angry and looks directly at you.
You looks at the ground, remembering all the good moments you had with Gaz... Your first kiss, the movie sessions you had on his house, when you had a snow fight in freezing Russian winter and had a warm bath shower together, how his touch felt on your skin, those cuddle sessions before sleeping, when you made him sing a russian song and his pronunciation was terrible, how you both laughed until crying while baking and the brownies turned out horrible... You starts crying too.
"Shh, shh..." He pulls you closer to his chest while caressing your hair, he wraps his arms around your waist and put you on his lap. He was also crying but comfort you was his priority at this moment. It helps you to compose yourself and you calm down a little.
"I..i love you too Kyle but...i also love my dad." You says, your voice slightly shaky by how much you were crying. He nods and continues caressing your hair. "I understand...but you also have to understand that he is a terrorist and that he isn't a good person..he might be a good dad but he isn't a good human being." He says, trying to make you understand his point.
You were in denial. Makarov raised you as a princess, you went to the best schools in Russia, he gave you a generous allowance and gave you the freedom to buy whatever you wanted in exchange for good grades and good behavior, you had a beautiful party when you turned 18, dressed in the prettiest and most expensive dress he could've find... You couldn't believe that your father was a monster...
"No... no, no, no, he isn't... he isn't like that! I know him! You're wrong!" You practically yells, the tears not stopping...your heart feels like it's going to break.
Gaz sighs and looks at the ground. "I'm sorry... But your father is a terrible person and you have to accept it." He says, almost sounding annoyed but wanting to comfort you and wanting to make you understand.
"No...no..." you whispers as you bursts into tears, almost hyperventilating and your face covered in tears. Gaz sighs and keeps caressing your hair, holding you close.
It hits you like a trunk. You realizes, all those months that Makarov spent away was him planning terrible things, killing innocents and commiting war crimes... Your dad was an war criminal.
"You finally understand, don't you? It must be hard, i know... But I'm here for you... sweetheart." Gaz says lovingly, his voice dropping with affection as he wipes away your tears and calls you cute petnames. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and gives you a water bottle. "Here, it'll make you relax."
With shaky hands, you take the water bottle and drinks it, calming down a bit. Your heart was in pieces and Gaz was determined to put it all together again.
You two stare at each other for a while, he puts a hand on your cheek and pulls you closer... He gives you an affectionate, sweet kiss. It was love, pure love.
Your heart beats fast as you closes your eyes and enjoys the sensation, kissing him back. He wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you even closer.
You break the kiss after a few seconds, both of you panting. "That was... Nice.." you says with a slightly shaky tone, a shy smiling appearing on your face, he smiles back and gives you another kiss on the forehead. "I love you." He says affectionaly "I love you too." You replies, just as affectionate, enjoying his body warmth against yours...
What does the future have in store for you two?
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🌸 this is probably the final part but who knows?
Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.1
Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
!!warnings: angst then comfort, manipulation, kidnapping, violence, threatening, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old
English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes
part 2
Gaz was used to this. To the mission, go somewhere, kill some bad guys, do what he needs to do and go to a party to celebrate after, but...this is completely different.
The Task Force 141 had found out that Vladimir Makarov had a daughter, (Y/N) Makarov. She lived in Moscow, in a small apartment, she wasn't aware of what her father was doing but even like that, the TF141 thought they could get some kind of information about her father. Where he is? Where he went? What were his plans? Maybe she knew something...
The plan was: Gaz would seduce her and make her fall in love with him then they would kidnap her and interrogate her, easy, isn't it?
The first part of the plan was easy, she was protected her whole life by Makarov and was unaware of the bad part of the world, she knew it existed but never saw it, so when Gaz first approached, talking in a broken russian and trying his best to talk to her, she found it cute and quite charmous but for his luck, she knew English.
The plan was suppose to be just one month long but they were already in the second month and just now, they managed to get a date. Gaz convinced her to go to his hotel, so they could have a time alone together...and she accepted.
Now they're here, in the interrogation room, she was cuffed to the chair. It was heartbreaking to see. She was crying, scared and even shaking a bit while Price was trying to get some kind of information out of her...
"Tell us! Where is your father?!" Price yells, at an angry tone. The captain was never a patient man when it came to interrogation and she was getting on his nerves.
"I don't know! I don't know..." She cries, her voice shaky and shaking from fear. Gaz felt the urge to interrupt, he knew her better than anyone in the room. He saw her smile, cry, get angry, scared and maybe, just maybe, he had started to genuinely like her...
"Captain, stop, she doesn't know anything, it's obvious." Gaz says in a softer tone, putting a hand on Price's shoulder. Price takes a deep breath and sighs, they weren't going anywhere with this interrogation.
"Two months goin' to the trash, how amusing." Soap rolls his eyes and snorts. "Do you really don't know anythin'?" The scottish asks, frowning slightly. She shakes her head, still crying. Ghost was indifferent, he knew the plan wasn't going to work since the beginning but no one listened to him.
"What do we do with her now? We can't just let her go, she'll tell her father." Price crossed his arms and looks to the rest of the team. Gaz gets closer to her and wipes her tears, she was heartbroken, he was too, he felt bad for manipulating her. She was so gullible and naive, she fell so easily on his trap, the littlest amount of affection made her fall in love and feel like a high schooler again. Poor girl.
While the other operators discussed, Gaz stayed on her side, trying to distract her from her hand cuffed and her situation. "Hey, what's your favorite color?" He asked in a softer tone, putting his hand on her head and caressing it softly. "W...what?" She asks, her voice shaky, confused, she saw the soft and warm smile on Gaz's face and nods. "Uh...pink?...no, blue....? I don't know..." She says in a low tone.
Gaz chuckles softly and nods. "Those are great colors, my favorite is blue...and what's your favorite animal?" He asks, again in that soft tone, trying not to scare her. "I like...dogs...and cats..but, i think sheeps are cute...i had a sheep plush when i was a kid.." she smiles weakly and Gaz smiles back.
"Oi Gaz, we decided that we're done here. Put her in a cell, we're going to the cafeteria." Price says and throws the keys to Gaz, Gaz grab them and nods, he still feels bad so he uncuffs her.
He make sure to pick the best cell...well, one that wasn't destroyed and moldy, he picks the softest mattress and the fluffiest blankets and pillows.
"I'm sorry, alright? I was just following orders." Gaz says, guilty on his eyes as he looked at her. She nods and rubs her watery eyes.
"I understand..." She says, her voice now back to normal but the sad tone was still there. "You were...my first kiss, you know?" She says with a weak smile. Gaz feels even worse now and nods, embarrassed of his acts. "It was nice while it lasted." He says and looks downs, she nods and looks away.
"I have something for you." Gaz says and takes a phone out of his pocket. Her eyes lights up slightly as he gives her the phone, it was old yes, but it was something. It was tracked and he could see everything she did, so no contact with Makarov. "Don't tell anyone i gave you that, my contact is already on it." He says and smiles weakly, looking back at her. She grabs the phone and nods. "It's our little secret." He says with more playful tone, making her chuckles softly. He sighs and leads her inside the cell and he locks it.
They exchange one last eye contact before he leaves. Were they still in love with each other? Only time will tell.
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🌸
Little Mermaid 🌊🐬
mermaid!reader x sailor!John Price
part 2!
!!warnings: fluff, uh...idk, mermaid x human? idk this is just cute, reader isn't fluent in english. F!reader, use of Y/N. Invented mermaid language, any resemblance to a real language is purely coincidental.
English isn't my first language! Not proofread, i apologize for any gramatical mistakes
John Price was a successful sailor, always had the best fishes and had a big boat in the best conditions, he lived near the sea in a house made of wood, a cozy place near where his boat was embarked.
Price was counting the money he had made that week with the fish sellings while smoking a cigar when he hears a melody coming from outside his house. It was hypnotizing, probably the best melody he had heard in a while but he's also in alert, who would be singing near his house late at night? He goes outside, a pistol on his hand for protection.
He sees a figure sitting on a rock, brushing it's hair with it's fingers while singing. He gets closer and notices... It had no legs, was he going crazy? Was the age finally hitting?
Whoever it was, notices Price staring, shocked and, at the same time, amazed and...it jumps into the water. Price, getting out of the trance, rushes to the ocean.
"Oi! You are going to drown!" He says, the water was from the ocean at that time of night it was cold and the tide was choppy. He runs into the water but...he doesn't see anyone, he looks around, left and right but...it disappeared?
But, when Price less expected, a head sticks out of the water, looking at him, curious but at the same time a bit scared. He sighs in relief but he frowns slightly.
"Who're you and what are you doing here?!" He says, accusingly, pointing at the person at the water.
"..." You doesn't answer, scared and not quite understanding what he is saying but at the same time curious.
Price gets even angrier. "Who. Are. You?!" He says, practically yelling. You flinches.
"Y/N! My name Y/N!" You says. You understood the basic English but didn't know how to speak clearly.
Price's expression softens and he takes a deep breath. "Do you speak English?" You nods a bit shyly, knowing it's not fully true. "Good... What are you?" He asks, frowning again, "You don't seems human." He crosses his arms.
He gets closer and stretches his hand, wanting to help whatever you were to get out of the water, you flinches slightly and his expression softens. "I'm not going to hurt you, I mean no harm." He says with a softer tone.
Hesitantly, you take his hand and he drags you closer, making half of your body sticks out of the water. That's when he notices, your fingers webbed, the web having a soft slightly transparent blue color, your nose and cheeks that had a blue blush and most importantly, the conchs and algae as straps that covered your breasts. You certainly weren't human.
"What are you?" He asks again, more to himself than to you. You frowns slightly and says 'what' in your mermaid language, making him answer to that with another "What?"
You two spend a few minutes in silence, confused and curious about each other, only the sounds of the sea filling both of yours ears, an awkward silence...
"Are you...a mermaid? Like...half fish, half human? Like the fairytale?" Price asks, feeling a bit embarrassed by how ridiculous that question sounds. You nods, understanding the fish and human part, you were, indeed a mermaid but didn't know that humans called your species mermaid, for you, you were just a simple kwauz (mermaid).
"You're a mermaid, so how do you know English? How are you understanding me?" Price asks, confused and amused. "Me English... drowned library!" You says, trying your best to explain the situation.
You had discovered a drowned library from a ancient english civilization while exploring the ocean, it was full of books and you studied English by the books but, of course, you weren't fluent.
"You learned English by a drowned library?" He chuckles softly, you nods, smiling slightly. It was hard to see each other's face because of the lack of light in the night but he could tell you were smiling so he smiles too.
"I've never seem a mermaid before, is there more of mermaids like you in the ocean?" He asks, kneeling down to be at your level, letting go of your arm, not caring if his clothes get wet. You nods. "Where are you from, mermaid?" He asks with a softer tone, looking at you. "Hydralis! Uh...Hydralis is...between Pavlopetri and Sublima!" You says, your broken english and thick mermaid accent making him chuckle., finding it cute how you tries to explain to him. "Oh yeah, my name is John Price by the way, I'm from England." He notices your eyes sparkling a bit and you get closer, a bigger smile on your face. "England? Me have uh... Read about England!! In history.. books! Y-you like tea?" You asks, making a little pauses betweens words to remember how to speak English.
Price giggles heartly, finding you expression and question adorable, a mermaid interest in England? How cute. "Yeah, i love tea, do you like tea?" He asks quite sarcastically, being fully aware she couldn't drink tea in the ocean, you shakes your head, not understanding the sarcasm and that he was just joking. He chuckles, finding your unaware of his human's sarcasm quite charming. "Can i see your tail?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nods and swims to the rock and sits on it, giving him a good look of your tail.
It is a beautiful light blue with some white scales, it has a natural sparkle on it, making it glow on the night, he also gets a better look on your skin. It was (your skin color) with the extremities colored with a blue color. Your elbows, ears, shoulders being blue. Your hair was a beautiful (your hair color) that had waves on it, like the ocean, your (eyes color) eyes captivating and your slightly blue lips also catching his attention. You were a beautiful thing to be seem, for sure.
Before he could say something, a voice is heard.
"Captain! JOHN!" It was one of his crewmates. You, scared, jumps into the water and swims away. "Hey! No, don't go!" Price tries to stop you but you had disappeared in the great ocean.
His crewmate finally finds him. "Captain! There is a bunch of rats eating our stock of food and our cats aren't doing anything! Help us!!" He yells. Price sighs in frustration. "I'm coming!" He says and the guy nods, walking back to the storage, to try to stop the rats. Price takes a last look at the ocean before rushing to the storage.
Maybe, another day, he would see you again...
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If this goes well I'll do a part two!!!
me and my tall muscular fictional boyfriend 🌷💭🍰🧸♡
i wanna suck his dick so bad
