sound of lapping waves

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Just think about them now, on their honeymoon in Mauritius, curled up in each others arms, skin on skin under the thin cotton sheets, sleeping softly, robert’s gentle breathing tickling the hairs at the back of Aaron’s neck, sound of the waves lapping against the shore all they can hear outside of their cocoon. FEEEEEEEEEELINGS!!!

between the devil & the deep blue sea (m)


Words: 28,455. (rip)

Genre: Pirate Jimin au + smut, fluff, angst.

Paring: Jimin x Reader.

Summary: “No matter the endeavour you were on, no matter the storms you encountered on rocky seas, or the possible threat of encountering blood-thirsty pirates, no one intrigued you or intimidated you more than the thought of him, of Park Jimin, the most notorious of pirates, the most brutal of men, the devil incarnate.”

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Bathing With A View - Ocean Front

Enjoying a sweeping view while taking a relaxing bath seems like a dream for those of us who live in the city and value their privacy. But when the location allows it, such a configuration can be magnificent. There is nothing more beautiful and relaxing to me than the sound of the distant waves lapping on the shore. Here’s a selection of the best of the best baths with a view you would never get sick of.

things that make me happy
  • the perfect hue of the ocean
  • nice comments on my posts (although i cry)
  • when people notice your tiny quirky earrings
  • chocolate brown eyes
  • storm grey eyes
  • sea blue eyes
  • sky blue eyes
  • river green eyes
  • grass green eyes
  • hazel eyes when they shimmer 
  • eYES
  • freckles (and constellations lol)
  • people with red hair wearing the perfect green to compliment them
  • dark skin people in gold (especially those temporary tattoo things)
  • being tagged in cute things
  • uncontrollable laughter
  • aesthetic boards
  • pretty wild flowers in general
  • bare feet being licked by the ocean
  • pretty notes
  • fineliiner pens
  • “Can you move your seat up?”
  • the sound of my mum singing
  • new boots
  • dresses that you feel great in
  • escape through books and films and tv
  • the sound of waves lapping against the side of the boat
  • malteasers
  • chocolate
  • the colour purple
  • fingers rubbing against the back of your hand - tracing patterns
  • the cute little “look down laugh” smile your crush/significant other does
  • the perfectly shaped ringlets in natural curls
  • notebooks
  • fandom necklaces
  • finding someone in the same fandom as you
  • hitting it off with someone
  • comfortable silences with someone you can trust
  • dog paws
  • cat paws
  • anIMALS
  • the ocean
  • the stars
  • the wind
  • forests
  • the grass
  • flowers
  • people talking in their native language
  • when people are passionate and their eyes light up
  • the giddy feeling in your chest from liking someone
  • figuring yourself out
  • frozen fruit
  • fresh fruit
  • fruit
  • seeing you have a new follower AND IT’S NOT A PORN BLOG
  • “Are you kidding me I’m blind!”

anonymous asked:

"They spent all their savings to get me there you know?" Langst, Polydins

Ooooohhh man I’m so late on this I’m just now getting to it but I hope I wont disappoint! :3
The planet they’d all landed on was suspiciously similar to Earth, green grass, blue water, cloudy blue gray sky and a yellow sun. It was no surprise that Lance disappeared after a while, the Blue Lion having moved away from the city, closer to the ocean. Lance sighed sadly as he stared up at the starry sky, his boyfriends and small girlfriend currently at the banquet that was being held in their honor after driving out a recent Galra infestation.
He had snuck out, claustrophobia getting to him in the huge crowds of people. Turns out that even a social butterfly like him, after being isolated in space with only seven other people to keep you company, got nervous around huge crowds of people clamoring for his attention.
Blue purred in concern underneath him, currently sitting upright with her Paladin sprawled on his back on top of her head. “I wonder if Mamá and Papá hate outer space now. I mean, it took their son away… Though I dunno what the Garrison told them. Probably that I’m dead or something stupid like that.” Lance mused aloud thoughtfully, blinking at the unfamiliar constellations.
“It’s just, they spent all their savings to get me there, you know? And then suddenly I’m gone and all they have to do to remember why their son is missing, is look up at the sky and see the stars and moon.”
Blue hummed thoughtfully, concern and warmth filling their bond as salty tears slid down his cheeks. “I miss home, Blue. I miss the ocean, even though its right there in front of me. It’s not the ocean I grew up with. It’s similar, this planet, but it isn’t the one I remember. It’s all different, it isn’t human, isn’t home. No matter how hard I close my eyes and try to pretend, my heart knows better than that.” Lance whimpered, covering his damp eyes with his suit sleeve, not really caring that the formal clothing Coran had lent him was getting fluids on the cloth.
Blue purred soothingly, already sending a call to her sisters that her Paladin was in distress and needed his mates for a cuddle pile, as soon as possible. Lance hiccuped quietly, sobbing into his arm as she gently rumbled a soft tune to calm him, flooding their bond with gentle, motherly worry and love as the ocean lapped at her paws, the sound of waves echoing through the night.
You can bet your ass that Lance got the biggest cuddle session this side of the moon when the others found him ;) Shiro panicked, Keith was clingy, Hunk worried, and Pidge asked questions on who she’d have to cut :) Lance was thoroughly loved, don’t worry :3
But yes, Blue and Lance time! :D Mama Blue is there to listen to all your troubles, Lance!


The only thing you’re hoping as your car climbs the sweeping driveway to Stevie Nicks’ Los Angeles oceanfront home is that you won’t be disappointed, that the house will be as you imagine it. When its owner is the ultimate rock poet, a woman who has spent 30 years channeling gypsies, sprites and goddesses, it’s only natural to envision velvet surrounds and lace shawls - bohemian meets heavenly.
So as you make your way past the hedges blooming with bougainvillea, roses, honeysuckle and jasmine, up the white steps inlaid with Spanish tiles, your heart starts to beat a little faster, your curiosity gets the better of you. What if, privately, Stevie Nicks keeps things simple? Then you step inside and immediately start smiling, relieved. It’s everything you hoped - only better.
It’s early afternoon and there are candles lit and dripping, the sweet smell of incenses fills every room. There are fairy dolls and life-size sprites, gold scarves and velvet couches, beaded pillows and antique lamps. The Pacific Ocean outside provides the perfect soundtrack, as the sound of waves lapping the shore seeps into every corner of the house.
I designed this place, it’s all me.

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an: apparently my muse is still alive and kicking, it just likes to spend almost an entire year dormant before doing me a solid. this is heavily inspired by ‘uprooted’ my naomi novik, but it’s completely unnecessary to know anything at all about it, though you should definitely read it and cry about it with me.

Summary: Killian Jones has no desire to return to Misthaven, but his captain and his crew are tied to the kingdom in a way he has never understood, and they consider it a duty to be there for the Choosing. Once every fifteen years, the witch in her high tower chooses a man or woman among them and whisks them away, in payment for all she has done to save this kingdom, and to most it is considered a blessing to be chosen. All Killian wants is for the Choosing to be finished and The Jewel to return to sea, and to forget once again all that Misthaven has taken from him.

The Price: Chapter One

There was a hum of quiet anticipation hanging over the bay when The Jewel of the Realm docked in port, despite the teeming masses of ships, boats and dingys all huddled in together - and Killian sighed as he surveyed the place. He’d been too young to really remember the last Choosing, but Liam had woven him grand stories of it - of the mass of people who returned to their homeland, of the ceremony and the excitement bubbling among the residents of this land, of the tense wonder of the people as they waited to see who would be chosen from their ranks. Killian, for his part, didn’t understand it. He’d spent so little time ashore in this kingdom, he could hardly understand why this day, this day that happened once every fifteen years, was so important to the people of Misthaven.

Liam, for all his stories of the land they’d been born in, had no way of explaining the importance of this day. His own memories of growing up amidst the sailors and pirates who frequented their mothers inn while on land were more emotion than anything else, and no matter the tales Liam spun of the place he remembered so fondly, Killian had never quite understood what he meant when he called the place home.

To Killian it was nothing more than a place to resupply.

It was meant to be an honor, being chosen, the greatest honor a man or woman of Misthaven could receive, but for himself, it seemed more like imprisonment.

“Who d’you think it’ll be, this time?”

Killian bit out a sigh, turning to give their quartermaster an unimpressed look. They’d only returned for fear the crew might mutiny if not given the chance to be among those the Swan could choose from - despite an understanding among the crew that of anyone in Misthaven, these merchant sailors were some of the least likely to be chosen in the entire realm, there was a feeling among most of them that even the dream of a chance would be enough. At the very least, they wanted a story to tell, desired that bit of genuine truth to the tales they spun in taverns and whorehouses across the world. The Choosing, they imagined, would make for a larger than life story.

“I’d just as soon cut off my own hand as make idle speculations about what sort of person an immortal sorceress prefers for a servant, Turk. The sooner it’s done and we’re on our way, the better, I say.”

Turk, for his own part, seemed scandalized by the insinuation that the Chosen were merely servants, but Killian had never been led to believe otherwise. Those few who spent their years with the Swan rarely ever spoke of them, and though they never said a single derogatory thing about the witch in her high tower, they never spoke a kind word, either.

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she wouldn’t be wearing a swimsuit that small if anyone other than you and the nearby school of angelfish were here.

“mulder, that’s ridiculous,” she said last week at costco when you put two snorkel sets - a pink one for her because you think she looks cute in that color, a grey one for yourself because, unlike her, you don’t look good in pink - into your cart. “we’re not going to get that up-close. you know i don’t like swimming in the ocean.”

but as she dives below the sea’s surface once more, follows the school as they shimmy down by the nearly-endless reef below both of you, you’re pretty sure she was wrong.

she presses against the water with her hands, moves away from you while you look in between sea-fans and fire corals. though you’re thankful for the change, for the difference, you know these colors could never exist in the states, at least not in the part of the states where you both live, no matter how greatly you wish they would. out there, everything is grassy and earthy, the colors being those of mountains, canyons, freshwater lakes, but here, cold and warm fluorescents light up the strangely-blue water, and though you’re wearing goggles, the world comes through in perfectly clear technicolor. the fish are like pizza shop open signs, the reefs textured and endless, the sand flitted with pink flecks that shine out most when they’re stuck to her hands. after the bout of winter you’ve had in virginia, the warmth and vibrance of the maldives feel life-affirming, the combination acting as a brash awakening to the varying beauties of the world. you’re glad that your first true vacation together was to somewhere that feels like another planet.

and dana scully on a beach has been your most pleasant surprise so far. somehow, she found a tiny surf-shack for you both to stay in on himmafushi, just a bedroom and no kitchen, so when you’re both not lounging around and reading with the windows open, you’re on the beach, her sunscreen close by and your typical clothes left in your suitcases; most often, you’re both wearing swimsuits, the exposure of her skin so new even though you’ve known her for so many years. now, you eye her tattoo far ahead of you in the water, her glance drifting back, her eyes signaling keep up, mulder.

then, she dives down, and because she goes head-first past its edge, you’re sure she’s at the end of the reef. kicking forward, you follow, then tense as you see the depth; apparently, you’re farther out than you assumed, for the distance from the sandy bottom to the crests of the waves is…ten, maybe fifteen feet? the reef alone must be four feet tall. with her stomach parallel to the bottom, she swims alongside two stringrays, the three making a pale pack, the rays shimmying like bedsheets on a clothesline in summer; you breathe at the top of the water, the glugging sounds of lapping waves coming into your years, and wish you had a camera so that you could immortalize the way she blends in here, could always remember her sense of ease on this part of the planet. then, the rays swivel off in other directions, and she needs a breath, so she presses up, crests through the water a few feet away, leaves a trail of bubbles behind her. lazily, you pad over to her while her dainty little ankles tread water.

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Of Reconciliation and Infinity

The night envelopes the world in its cover of reassurance, of a sort of love that emanates from the thick blanket of the skies that shroud humanity. The moon glows with an ethereal kind of light, a lightweight cover that wraps everything in magical luminescence.

Peace-inducing and cooling, the wind passes, the grass dancing along to the melody of the worlds, a low, hushed hymn of dreams and hopes that lay beyond the imaginations of those that exist.

The stars shine, winking at him every so often, a tease from the universe, perhaps encouragement. Nico Di Angelo lies beneath the cosmos, lies beneath the infinite glory of what was and what is.

It is on nights like these that his mind finally quietens down, the thoughts, the depression, the self loathing fading into nothing.

But this night was something different, It was a time of strange possibilities that could ensue.

A finger twitches next to his, and Nico looks over to see Will Solace, looking at him, an achingly gentle smile gracing his lips, blue eyes soft and the color of the cosmos with a million different constellations.

Perhaps that was the reason Nico fell in love with those eyes, the way they resembled the stars and the sky, the way they shone on the darkest of days. The way they seemed to be Nico’s only anchor to the world.

Will shifts his hand until he’s holding Nico’s and his heart skips but he only smiles back at Will, leans closer and puts his head on Will’s shoulder.

It feels safe, lying there under the canopy of the stars, close to Will, the distant sound of waves lapping on a shore shifting through the wind. It feels like everything Nico wants and needs. It feels strange because nothing has felt like this in so long. It feels like home.

His heart aches when he thinks of how much he wants to kiss Will, to be with him, to grow old with him by his side, all those hopes kept wrapped up in the confines of his mind. Thoughts that should never come out.

He does not know why, or how, but he starts talking, whispers of hushed words that have stayed inside him too long. The stories he never told anyone, the story of him and Bianca, the story of his mom, of freshly baked cookies back in Venice.

He tells Will everything then, doesn’t know why, only feeling that it’s right so he does. Times of ecstasy and joy, times of sadness despair, laps of time that were ghosts until he said them and they came alive.

At some point they shifted and sat up, Nico simply looking at the stars to avoid Will’s eyes as he talked, afraid he would stop talking if he looked; he didn’t even know if Will was paying attention.

But Will listened, staring at Nico intently as he recounted stories of old, of how it was when Maria Di Angelo died, of how it was when he figured out that that feeling in his stomach around Percy Jackson was what he most feared it to be. Of what it was like to roam in darkness, wishing to instead just die, for life to simply stop.

And when he was done, he slowly, fearfully turned to face Will, was surprised to find his eyes looking at him so, so tenderly. Will looked at him as if he were strong and not broken, as if he were a hero and not a victim. As if he wasn’t other.

And then, eyes fluttered closed, lips joined softly, and hearts finally came together.

The universe above burned aflame.

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sea mechanic O

O. The stars or space

The only sound is the waves lapping up against the rocks on the shoreline, quiet and calm, it’s a steady hush. It’s dark, no moon even in the night sky to light it up, and the city is a half mile hike inland. It’s only the stars and Raven, sitting alone on a large flat rock that rarely gets covered by the high tide, but still sits on the water’s edge at low tide. She stares out at the water toward the horizon she can no longer sea and looks for the glitter of the stars in the waters reflection.

It’s vast and dark and unknowable as space.

She had meant to get back to camp before the light was gone, having no light of her own, and the path is not clear, but she had lain there in the setting sun watching the colors change and let her mind drift. She had half woken, half come to when she realized that she was alone in the dark. Lying back she had let herself drift again. It was cold, but she’d been colder. And there, on the beach on the outskirts of Polis she’s safe for now on the border between the Trikru and the Floukru.

Above her stretches the scar of the Milky Way and below her its reflection, the night is so dark and black. She knows she should move, stretch, anything, or she won’t be able to without a great deal of pain, but her body feels far away and she lets her mind float away in the blackness and the shimmer of the starlight.

Raven registers the soft footfalls of someone skilled at moving quietly, the shift it the quality of the air around her but it’s as far away as the dull ache in her low back. Even without moving there’s a familiarity to the gate and the warmth that settles next to her. She knows without looking that Luna is with her.

With her body anyway, her mind is drifting far away from the pain and heartache of this place, dreaming that she’s floating in a sea in the sky, not needing a suit for her spacewalk, but she can feel the starlight shine on her skin. Dreams she had when she was little. Anything to take her away from what she had been left with here on Earth.

Dead boyfriends, broken friendships, no family to call her own. Leadership had left a vile taste in her mouth and she had nearly lost her own life saving people who were more likely to vilify her than think about what she had sacrificed. So she sought out tranquility and silence.

Except when it came to the few who had been there in the end, the ones that she stood with at the end of the war. The others that carried the weight of the decisions made.

When she feels Luna scoot close enough that Raven can feel a thin line of heat between them she doesn’t move. Her body feels cold and she doesn’t want to come back from the expanse of space before her. She could just reach out, scoop up the stars in her palm, bright, shining beacons of hope and beauty.

When Luna rests a hand across her spine she breathes deeply into the touch, but stays fixated on the floating weightlessness she feels disconnected from her body. If she could only let it go she could be anywhere and everywhere at once. She tries to tell herself that no one would really miss her but there’s a voice in the side of her mind that tells her that’s a lie.

When Luna runs her hand along Raven’s spine, cupping the back of her skull she lets Luna move her, puller sideways into an embrace. Her eyes flutter closed and she lays her head on Luna’s shoulder, her nose pressed to the warmth of Luna’s neck. She takes in another deep breath and lets herself settle into her body once more the weight of it, the cold, the pain, the way Luna’s arms feel like solid ground and safety.

“You’re freezing,” Luna whispers.

They’ve been dancing around each other. Not quite landing together but orbiting each other. Lately though, since things calmed down, they’ve been shifting closer. So close that they don’t keep the space between them like they should. Raven slides her hand under the edge of Luna’s open jacket and wraps her fingers around the hem of Luna’s shirt tucked at her side.

“The stars are out.” Raven says by way of an answer. Her body is heavy with exhaustion. “I wanted to float away on the sea of them.”

“And leave me behind?” Luna chides, but there’s an edge of something else in her voice, teasing, but also concern.

Raven nuzzles Luna’s neck as she shakes her head no. The words catch in her throat. It’s one thing to let Luna hold her, calm her down, ground her and bring her back to herself, but it’s another to say what it means outloud, to admit what she feels and what she wants.

“Then where would you meet me?” She feels the press of Luna’s lips against the side of her head and Luna brushes her hand across Raven’s head, gentle, protective.

Raven sits up and turns so her back is to Luna and she’s cradled between her legs. They’re looking out across the sea in the same direction. Raven wraps Luna’s arms around her and presses their cheeks together. She reaches up one and, fingers sliding behind Luna’s head, tangling in her hair, holding her softly, but firmly. With her other hand she points to a bright cluster of stars.

“There,” she whispers. “I’ve seen in through a telescope on the arc. That nebula is as blue as your lagoon that you’ve claimed, the gases and stars a swirling seascape in the night sky. I would show you the beauty of the stars from close up… well closer.” Raven almost laughs and Luna squeezes her arms tighter, pulling Raven closer. “Up close we would burn up, too bright, too hot, too insignificant to matter in the grand scheme of things. The universe is so much more vast than we are, and no matter what we do it will continue on long after we’re going.”

Luna starts to rock them gently and Raven can almost feel her thinking. She waits. The press of Luna’s cheek against hers doesn’t lessen, nor does the protective tightness of her arms, as if she can hold Raven to herself, if only she holds on Raven won’t float away on the sea of stars.

“We all return to the sea in the end, but while we are here, while we are small in comparison, we matter to each other. To those around us we are not insignificant, but as bright as stars.”

Raven nods, a warmth pooling inside her that she hasn’t felt for months. Her heart aches in ways she had forgotten she could feel. She settles down into Luna’s embrace. “Stay with me.”

“Until the universe ends.”

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Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 1

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word Count: 3,741 (kinda long?? sorry)

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The sound of gentle waves lapping at a thin shoreline was the first sensory response you felt as your consciousness was reawakened. Needle-like pain pierced all known muscles and joints in your body as your heavy eyelids struggled to open. You found yourself at the grass-strewn coast of a large lake, the sun bordering the horizon and the storm clouds having formed dispersive curves in the orange sky.

I fell. The dream… It actually happened.

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Written for @timepetalsprompts this was for the random word generator.  I got the words “wreckage” and “fingertip”. 

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Nine x Rose

Hurt/Comfort, sort of fluff.  There’s bed sharing and huddling for warmth, so…if you’re into that, you might like this. 

Word Count: 1557, according to my ancient version of Word


The Doctor’s head pounded as he grudgingly opened his eyes.  Salty waves lapped at his feet and he managed to pull himself up into a sitting position.  As his vision cleared, he became acutely aware that Rose’s hand was no longer entwined with his own. 

“Rose?” he called out hoarsely.  

The sound of the waves lapping on the shore was his only answer.  He shook his head and peeled off his leather jacket, getting himself to his feet.  The world swirled around him and he paused for a moment.  The swaying stilled and he surveyed the scene.  The sky was gray with clouds, and rain threatened to start again soon.  

The storm came up unexpectedly surprised all of them- even the captain.  It hadn’t been long till the fierce winds snapped the mast and they were all swimming for their lives. The wreckage of the small boat was washing up on shore, cracked timbers and ruined supplies littering the beach.

“Rose?” he called out, a bit louder.  

He took a few steps, and scanned the vast expanse of shoreline.  The beach to the right was void of anything other than debris, but there was a dark shape in the sand to the left.  On shaky legs, the Doctor hurried to the lump in the sand, sliding down next to it.  It was her. Waves washed around her legs and the Doctor rolled her onto her back.  She was pale and her skin was cool to the touch, but she was breathing.  He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. 

“Rose…c’mon, Rose, open your eyes for me,” he said urgently. 

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The road erodes at five feet per year along England’s east coastline…

The sound of waves lapping the shore. A twilight sky. Fingers laced over top each other. Toes digging into cool sand. A beach empty for miles, except the two of us. The sun had just fallen down the horizon and the air was quickly cooling down. Footprints came out of the ocean, headed to where Dan and I were stood. Silent. We’d be here for another two days, soaking up more warm weather and sunshine than we’d ever get in London. If I tried to remember what beach this was, I’d find my mind failing me, not that it mattered. It was Dan’s idea, anyway. Most of our time was spent indoors, enjoying each other’s company while we browsed the internet for hours. Here, though, we’d decided to put everything down and just feel.

Mornings were filled with kisses, soft ones that barely joined our lips. The room was always stuffy, we’d prop the windows open and let the breeze wake us up. I’d card through those curls, so in love with the man beside me. We would take our sweet time getting ready for the day, then venture out into the little town. He’d keep his hand in mine while we made purchases or ate lunch. We’d return after that, stealing more time alone and away from the rest of the world. We’d watch movies just to talk through them, and end up kissing like we did in the morningtime, I don’t think I remember how any of the movies we watched ended. That was okay.

When the sun finally set, I’d convince him to come to the shore with me. He’d be reluctant, but the moment he felt sand beneath his feet, those dimples would mark his face. He’d kiss my cheek and leave me behind as he ran for the sea. I’d take a moment to watch him splash in the water, before he’d look back at me expectantly. Then I’d join him. The warm saltwater would cling to our clothes, curl his hair even more, bring us even closer in the fading light. Day and night would be closer than they’d ever be, and we’d relish in those fairy tale moments, tugging articles of clothing then making love as the water rippled around us, and the warm breeze that caressed us each morning rushed in our ears until we could barely hear each other. We’d leave our clothes on the sand, to dry stiff and smell of saltwater forever. He’d cover my body in kisses, tasting the saltiness of the ocean as I would him. Then we’d wash it away, let it run down the drain and go to bed clean and content in each other’s arms. The next morning, when the wind was warm once more and the sun sat high, we’d retrieve our clothes.

Then we’d continue as usual.

“You know,” I rose to the tips of my toes in soft sand, cupping his face in my palms. “I’m really glad we came here.” He smiled and pressed our naked bodies closer together. I slid my hands into those same wild curls just as he leaned forward and claimed my mouth for his own.

“Me too.”

A/N: short drabble I wrote today cuz I felt super sentimental <3

When your soul is comprised of water, you hunger for its rhythms. The lapping sounds of waves. They echo inside and long for a compatriot in song. For the soul is lonely and in need of its kindred. I am a sister to the sea, and she calls me always back to fall within her dimpled skin, so quickly I unbraid these twisted thoughts and lay bare my heart to her solitude. And she listens. By god, I think she does. We speak through the tickling breeze blowing whimsically through my hair, the silence of trees dancing just for me.

@thescreechowl Ella i think it’s far past time for me to ‘fess up… i was looking thru an old sketchbook yesterday… and i found this… ahem… (beware all ye who venture below the cut) (no really)

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Merlin X Reader - Why I Love You

Anonymous said to randomfandominserts:can you do a Merlin imagine of the small things he falls in you with of, like your laugh or the way you do something or treat someone.

I hope you enjoy! I have one request left in my inbox (It’s a Remus one lol do you guys really like my Remus writing that much?) so send in more! Remember, I’ll do imagines/one-shots, blurbs, drabbles, preferences, ships, and anything else you can think of, just ask! Also, if you’re unsure about a fandom, just ask me and I’ll tell you if I write for it! Okay, this is long sorry enjoy!

Word Count: 1031

“Do you need some help with that?” Your kind voice stood out in the castle halls, and Merlin paused to listen. “Here, you shouldn’t try to carry so much at once. Arthur will understand if you have to take two trips, I promise.” Merlin glanced around the corner to see you taking armor from a newer, younger maid. She was maybe 13 or 14 and was quite shy around the royals.

“Will you come with me this once, (Y/N)?” the girl asked, her gentle eyes staring up at you as you took some of the heavy metal out of her hands.

“Yes, I’ll come this once, Harlyn. But next time I expect you to take two trips rather than struggling like this, alright?” You smiled at the girl and reached over to ruffle her hair, making the young girl laugh and nod her head.

“Alright,” she agreed. Harlyn walked around the corner, stopping to smile at Merlin. “You’re lucky to have (Y/N). She’s so kind.” Merlin smiled and gave the girl a little nod.

“Indeed. I’m very lucky.” Harlyn walked off toward the stairs, you following behind. Merlin reached out to catch your arm and brought you closer, placing a quick kiss on your temple. “That’s one of the reasons I love you, you know.”

“My kindness?”

“Mhm.” He kissed you once again before letting you go. You shot him a smile before taking off after Harlyn.



Your laughter was beautiful.

It was what Merlin imagined a million angels would sound like while they sang. It was the comforting sound of a warm, crackling fire, the peaceful sound of waves lapping against the sandy beach, the quiet trickling a clear stream made as it flowed over the pebbles that rested underneath. He absolutely adored it.

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I just want Tony, Pepper, and Rhodey out on a beach blanket somewhere. They have this big beach umbrella because Pepper burns like no one’s business and they have a massive cooler of drinks, all sodas and waters because Tony is trying so hard and they’re making it a group effort.

The sand is white and soft and the waves make that gentle lapping sound a few yards away. The air even smells nice, like flowers and fruit and fresh ocean air.

None of them brought any work whatsoever down, that was the only rule, so Rhodey carries this massive stack of pulp novels down for all of them.

And they’re there from just before lunch, finishing off greasy sandwiches and fresh fruit and potato chips on the beach, to just before dinner, when they pull enough respectable clothes back on to go find a beachside restaurant to eat in before coming back out to watch the sun set over the water, hand in hand in hand.

Lost Boy

Hiiii Can you do an imagine based on the song Lost Boy by Ruth B? Thank you so much 😁

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Peter slept soundly next to you, and you stroked his blonde locks as you sat up in bed, admiring his sleeping form. Oh, how you loved this boy. He had brought you so much joy and laughter, and there was never a dull moment with him around.   You could not sleep this evening as memories swirled round your mind, so you took a glance at Peter, and slowly slid out of the bed. He stirred, but didn’t wake. You smiled down at him, and softly left the treehouse to go sort your thoughts.

Tonight was the anniversary of the day you came to Neverland, a time you’d never forget. Many years ago, it was a lonely night in your small town, and you walked around aimlessly until the most beautiful boy descended from the sky. He introduced himself as Peter Pan, and he took you by the hand, bringing you to the beach you were now walking upon.

The moon floated high in the sky, and the night was hazy and warm - a good night for a stroll. You reminisced about your best memories of the island. Your mind took you back to running from Captain Hook with the Lost Boys, the hollering and laughter filling your ears as your legs carried you to that night’s campfire, embers rising into the air. Another memory floated to the front of your mind, and you saw Peter on the night you had had your first kiss on this same beach. You chuckled as you recalled how nervous he was, and remembered the warmth of his lips as he pulled you in.

“(Y/N)?” You turned around to the sound of a familiar voice.

“Peter,” you smiled up at him. “Weren’t you asleep?”

“I woke up and you were gone,” he muttered, pushing back hair from your face. “I thought I’d find you here.” His eyes took in you in lazily, and you couldn’t help but drown in the green.

“Walk with me,” you requested. You slipped your hand into his, and he intertwined your fingers. The pair of you ambled casually along the shore, simply enjoying the sound of the waves lapping at the sand. It was a good life, you mused. You had warm nights, and the best of adventures, and Peter…

You looked up at him, taking in his wild brows and the slope of his jaw. How lucky you were to call him yours. Peter took notice of your stare, and smirked, taking an opportunity to swiftly steal a kiss from you. “Thank you,” you blurted. He arched a brow at you.

“For the kiss?”

You chuckled at that. “No,” you began softly. “For bringing me here. I would have never made it to Neverland without you.” He squeezed your hand.

“You’re one of us - a Lost Boy. You belong here.” He pulled you along, and the pair of you walked until the dawn.

Yes, it was a good night for a stroll.

(A/N): Lost Boy by Ruth B is now literally one of my favorite songs!! If you love Peter, then I definitely recommend you listen to it :)