#brantkeeper

In a universe where Shorekeeper got caught up with one of Fool’s bounty schemes… And mimickimg facial expressions for an in-depth understanding of weird human behavior.

Not really done with this, but it’ll do.

Brant x Shorekeeper art where Brant is saying something to Shorekeeper. And it goes something like this:

“You’re always by the shore… Ever thought about what’s beyond it? Come on, I’ll show you. I’ve got a ship, and it’s much comfier than this rock you’re sitting on.”

Another Brant x Shorekeeper fanart I did last month (referenced from a photo).

Note: Ugh, things have been so hectic, I haven’t had the time to post new fanfictions in ao3. My works are still stuck in my drafts lol. But once things settle down, I’ll get back to writing. For now, I’ll just be sharing a very short one, since I don’t really have the time to work on longer fics.

Characters: Brant and Shorekeeper

Game: Wuthering Waves

Genre: Slice-of-Life, Fluff.

…

Septimont was winding down for the evening, its streets painted in amber light as lanterns began to flicker on, one by one. The air was soft, carrying the distant sound of laughter and music from the plazas, and Brant was content just walking beside Shorekeeper.

Well, almost beside her.

They were halfway along a quiet promenade when Brant spotted a very narrow stone railing that ran alongside the path. He hopped onto it without a second thought and with the kind of ease of someone who had done this far too many times. Arms out, he walked along with a wide smile, balancing like an acrobat putting on a show.

“Please be careful,” Shorekeeper remarked calmly from the path below, the way one might remind a child not to step in a puddle. She didn’t even glance up. Her hands were folded neatly at her back, gaze drawn instead to the horizon where the sun melted into the sea.

Brant smirked down at her. “Careful? You wound me. I’ve never fallen once.” He spun on the railing for emphasis, the breeze catching at his coat as his boots landed in a light tap against the stone. Then he hopped forward again, glancing over his shoulder to flash her a toothy grin. “You should try it!”

From the corner of her eye, Shorekeeper regarded him at last. She tipped her head slightly towards him, her expression serene but touched with amusement.

He stopped a few paces ahead, pivoted on the rail, and walked back until he stood right before her. His expression was bright, the kind of eager grin that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Come on, it’s fun,” he coaxed, leaning down slightly as he offered both hands toward her. “I’ll pull you up.”

Shorekeeper stared at his outstretched hands for a moment, then the narrow stone ledge. This was simply Brant being Brant. Inviting her into his little moments of daring, beaming and certain she would play along. Balancing here would be a matter of skill and nerve for most people. But for her… well, she had other options.

“Alright,” she said simply, and placed her hands in his.

Brant grinned in triumph, curling his fingers around hers. He gave a playful tug, bracing to lift her onto the railing. But instead of stepping up, she floated effortlessly upward. Sandals skimming the air, she watched Brant’s expression falter into disbelief until she hovered a good head taller than him. Her balance perfect because balance wasn’t even required.

She smiled at him, faint and knowing.

He blinked, then a laugh burst out of him, warm and unrestrained, his shoulders shaking as he kept her hands in his. “Right… how could I forget you can do that?” He shook his head, still grinning. “That’s cheating, you know. Completely unfair.”

“I am aware,” she replied softly, a rare flicker of mirth in her tone.

Still chuckling, Brant gave her hands a gentle swing before stepping backward along the railing again, this time with her floating easily beside him. At one point, he tilted his head toward her in a wordless little plea, the kind that needed no translation: Lift me too? They could soar above Septimont’s streets and rooftops, he said, seeing the city in a way no one else could.

Brant smiled, “I used to be called Tern.”