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“You want to leave?” He asks.

Theo looks up at the water above his head. 

“Yeah?” He says. “Uh, don’t you?”

He can’t be having a great time. He’s the one in charge. That has to be stressful. At least Theo won’t have to answer to Eddie if the tent floods. Eddie will be very unhappy about that.

Dad swallows. “Yeah, you’re right. This is terrible.”

“It’s really wet,” Theo amends. 

Dad sighs. “I’m sorry, Theo. I wanted us to have a fun weekend.”

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“And where is she now, Alexei?” Ilya demands. “Is your hatred for me more important than knowing the answer to that question?”

“Fuck you!” Alexei shouts, pointing an angry finger into Ilya’s chest. “Was your hatred of me worth cutting us off and not ensuring her safety?”

Ilya smacks his hand away. “I never hated you! I just got tired of you draining me dry before you were a fucking vampire! You’re well suited for this! You were born a fucking parasite!”

Alexei roars and then swings his arm as if to punch him. Only Alexei no longer has an advantage over Ilya. Ilya’s athleticism and strength have translated to vampirism well. Alexei’s sloppiness has not when he doesn’t have brute force to reply on. Ilya dodges the hit with ease. He takes the moment to duck and launch himself forward, using his height and weight to knock Alexei off balance, shoving him towards the lake. 

He could do it right now, he thinks.

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i really needed this today. while i didn’t get a ton written, i did get past a huge blocker for ch 4 🙌

Once he got past the excitement of walking, and the struggle of putting clothes on, all he wanted to do was sleep. How did humans manage to get anything done?

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MER!BUCKY

Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time drawing a mermaid?

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Hello my dear thanks for inspiring me, this is a lot of sentences and things may change but here we go…

🧜‍♂️ merman pirate au (the other one under cut) tagging those who also chose at least one of these @tizniz @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @dangerpronebuddie @sunflowerwemadeit also @dr-shortsighted-owl cos I think the mer title prompt was yours ‘time and tide’

Rules are not for him. Not anymore.

There’s nothing of him visible apart from the bridge of his nose, his eyes, the wet curls on his head.

The effect of him is more visible, but isn’t that always the way with him; the ripples on the surface of the ocean circle outwards from his body, caused by the slow but powerful movement of the muscles in his tail as it moves in circles. It’s a good tail, strong, powerful. Usually it keeps him moving, moving further and further away from there which is the best decision he ever made. Today it’s keeping him in one spot because he likes the view.

The ripples are a tiny risk, they wouldn’t even be visible if the sea wasn’t so calm and still today, but it is.

It doesn’t matter, there’s no one to see any part of him anyway. Unless of course there’s someone in the house that nestled on the side of the cliff top. Someone in that small, warm looking building, looking out in exactly the right direction at exact the right moment to see something small and inconsequential bobbing around in the middle of the sea, almost impossible to spot but there all the same.

Buck sometimes wonders if he wants to be spotted. Is that why he keeps coming back to this particular cove? He tells himself it’s because he likes the fresh air on his face, the wind in his hair. He tells himself he just likes the view. The cliffs are tall and majestic, they call to him, bobbing just under the waterline Buck wonders what it would be like to climb them. Maybe one day he might try. He’d like to look in the window of that house one day, see who lives there. One day, not today though. Not today. The eyes and the curls vanish, leaving only ripples behind and then not even them anymore.

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The ripples are back. Eddie watches from the window. He’s seen them before, only on calm days like this it’s true but he thinks that maybe whatever causes them is there on stormy days too. He hopes so. Once he thinks he saw something more than ripples, a splash, a flash of blue, the light catching on something that shimmered. It must have been made by something large. Larger than a fish, maybe a seal, maybe a shark. Ta

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“Mom! Dad! Look at th–” Evan cuts himself off when he enters the cave and notices his parents. They’re talking quietly, their backs turned towards him and their heads bent close together. From this distance he can’t hear what they might be saying. His mother’s face, what little of it he can see, is contorted into a grimace, her eyebrows furrowed together. She’s upset again, carrying that sad, weary expression she often has. The one she denies, claiming Evan ‘doesn’t understand’ the burdens that grown ups – parents – have to bear.  He wants to understand more than anything in the world. Even more than he longs to know what the surface world is like. Because he can read about what happens beyond the ocean, he can learn that way. But no book or map or shiny trinket will tell him why his own mother can’t look at him sometimes. Why she bursts into tears as if he personally caused her distress.  If he did know, then maybe he could help her feel better. Not even asking Maddie about it has given him any insight. She gives him a fleeting, conflicted look before gathering him in a hug and reassuring him it will all be okay because she loves him.  He never asks the natural follow up question, about why his sister phrases it that way. If it’s because their parents don’t actually love him. But why wouldn’t they? He’s their son and aren’t all parents supposed to love their children?