#😈soulmates in chaos😈 int; molly and newt

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“Lost At Sea” (either newt or theseus to molly or angel?)

Send “Lost At Sea” for a starter where your muse is a sailor that goes overboard, and mine is the mermaid who rescues them!

As roguish as he was, Mollymauk absolutely detested pirates. They disgusted him with their catcalls, their drunken shenanigans, and their utter disregard for intelligent life. He made it a point to follow every pirate ship he came across and cause as much chaos for them as he possibly could, with the intention of eventually causing them to sink. The lavender merman had many tools at his disposal, the most useful of which was his lilting voice, which could bear a hypnotic siren song or a harsh infernal screech. The first would lure any swashbuckling scalawag into leaning over the railing just to catch a glimpse of his handsome form in the water below. The second would pierce their minds, scaring them into losing their balance and falling overboard, sending them to a watery grave. Or worse.

Molly had pulled the same routine several times in the last decade. Drowned many a ruthless cutthroat. Devoured some, if he was desperate enough for food. But he’d never regretted doing so. In fact, it brought him immeasurable satisfaction. Until, of course, one smarmy captain finally got clever. Avantika was a right terror of the seas, and not one to fall for the same trick twice. After losing a good portion of her crew to the siren’s antics, she’d wisened up and fashioned earplugs for them out of candle wax. The only person on the ship without them was a prisoner.

Molly’s song drew him to the side, as expected, but scarlet eyes narrowed when they zeroed in on the lone victim. Wild ginger curls. Handsome freckled face. Wide innocent eyes. This was no pirate. As the mermaid scrutinized him further, he came to the conclusion that this beautiful man was, in fact, bait. Captain Avantika was attempting to trap him. “Real cute, pirate scum!” he called out, keeping his distance from the ship. He didn’t care whether they heard him or not. “I can still drown him from further than a net’s range, though!” To prove his point, he let out a bellowing, borderline demonic screech, watching the man with pity as he clutched his head and fell overboard. As soon as he heard the splash, Molly dove under the waves and made a beeline for the rapidly sinking man, nimbly avoiding being caught by the nets that had been thrown overboard.

His muscular purple tail, dotted with nine spots of crimson, propelled him onward, and in no time at all he was dragging the man back up to the surface just behind the ship. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, “but I wasn’t about to just leave you with them. Hold on tight to me and your breath, if you can, and I’ll see if I can get you back to dry land.”

#😈soulmates in chaos😈 int; molly and newt #😈circus peacock😈 c; mollymauk tealeaf #mermaid au #ask to tag #newt scamander #xscamanderbrothersx