Happy birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day full of celebrations!!! On my twenty first a gaggle of my friends and I went to karaoke bar and the bar tender didn’t even ask for my ID lol
If you’re still taking requests could I put one in for something sickingly sappy involving a mer and a female reader? Maybe with a little spice if it fits…
Thank you! That's so funny, I'll have to see if I get carded the first time I go out. I’m always taking requests so no need to worry about that!! Original requests normally take me longer but I wanted to get this one out on time so it’s a little short. No smut but imo it’s pretty fluffy and sappy, hope you like it!!
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The rain poured down on your face and you couldn’t tell what was rain water and what was water splashing over the side of the ship from the ocean because of the rocky seas. Two of the sailors were holding onto your arms, dragging you closer and closer to the edge of the ship.
“This is your own fault,” one of them yelled over the storm.
“Please,” you called out, “Please let me stay, I’m sorry.”
“You should have thought of that before you stowed away.
You tried to run, although you weren’t sure where you could go, but their grips were too strong.
It was hard to know exactly what was happening. The waves were roaring and you could hardly see or hear anything.
One second your feet were planted firmly on the ever shifting deck of the ship and the next you were underwater. If you thought gathering your bearings was hard on the ship, it was impossible down here. Despite knowing it must be nearby, you had no idea where the ship could be. You fought to stay afloat, the waves forcing you under over and over again.
Something yanked at your foot and you were pulled under the waves, your treading water rendered useless and your scream drowned out by the ocean that was now surrounding you.
As you opened your eyes, you realized it was paradoxically calmer under the water. Your eyes strung from the salt but down here there was no rain. The rockiest part was near the surface but you weren’t anywhere near there, instead finding yourself many feet below the surface.
When you opened your eyes you’d expected to see a shark or some other ocean creature. Instead, you found a face staring back at yours. He looked curious, taking you in as you stared dumbfounded back at him.
Before you had a chance to really process what you were seeing, the man who’d just pulled you under the waves leaned forwards and kissed you. It wasn’t a long kiss, ending before you even realized it began.
He pulled away and your lungs began to burn, pleading for oxygen. You tried to swim up for air but he grabbed your arm and yanked you down again. Then you caught a glimpse of something below him, the limited light reflecting off of a tail
You gasped in water, your lungs unable to hold out any longer. Instead of choking on the ocean water filling your chest, you felt like you were gasping in air. You knew it was water, the texture was different than the air was, but as you heaved in water, you discovered you could breathe.
He was smirking at you, the smugness evident in his face.
He let go of your arm, having proved his point and you stayed under, filling your lungs while glancing up at the infinitely rockier surface.
Suddenly, you were being pulled along again, under the stormy water. You didn’t have the strength to fight him, letting him take you wherever he wanted.
It wasn’t long before you were being pushed onto the shore. You could feel the sand barely a few feet under the water and eagerly moved towards dry land.
You pulled yourself up onto the warm sand, breathing in air for the first time in a good while. You had moved past the storm and the feeling of the sun on your back was more than welcome.
As soon as you got your first breath of oxygen, it was like your lungs remembered that water wasn't supposed to be inside of them. You started coughing up the salty water on shore, gasping like you’d been drowning the whole time and just hadn’t realized it yet.
You saw your savior wince as you hacked up the sea water. “Sorry, didn’t know that would happen.”
You stared up at him incredulously as your breathing finally slowed. “Aren't sirens supposed to drown humans?”
His eyes narrowed at you above the water. “Aren’t humans supposed to be grateful when you save them?”
Fair enough. “Thank you. I don’t really understand why you saved me but thank you.”
You laid back on the sand, inevitably getting it in your hair but too exhausted to mind. The warmth was welcome after the freezing cold water.
“We do drown people sometimes,” he said quietly, like he was working it out for himself and you just happened to be overhearing it. “I was planning on going after your ship but it didn’t feel like a fair fight, after they just threw you off like that.”
“Humans didn’t want me, sirens didn’t even want to drown me.” You couldn’t help but laugh, it all felt so absurd.
“I can… I can drown you if you want?” He sounded deeply confused and you couldn’t blame him.
“Maybe some other time. By the way, where are we?”
“Just a little island nearby. I figured you’d want to get some rest before I took you anywhere. Why’d they throw you overboard anyways?”
“I was a stowaway,” you explained. “I was just trying to get back home, they found me mid storm and women are bad luck so off I went.”
“I can take you there if you want. Where the ship was going, I mean. I know all their routes. I won’t even drown you.”
Who would have guessed that the sailors would try to drown you and then you’d have a siren promising to bring you ashore, it was like the world had turned upside down.
“Thank you so much.”
“Also, we should wait until night, I’ll take you back then okay?” He sounded very insistent, despite you having no idea what he was on about.
You were honestly worried you might freeze to death if you left at night. “How about in the morning?”
“Yeah, okay.”
He waited eagerly, watching the sun set. It was refreshing, being able to see it after locking yourself below deck for so long. When it finally dipped below the horizon he turned to you. “Watch this.”
His tail flicked excitedly behind him, a light glow starting to reflect off of the scales on his bottom half.
As he ran his hands quickly through the water, you were able to make it out better. The water lit up a light blue as he moved.
You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face, your eyes going wide with wonder. “Oh my god, that’s incredible.”
“Isn’t it? It’s why I like this island so much, it’s so strong here. It’s a bunch of tiny plants in the water that are glowing, I thought you’d like it.”
How could you not? You’d never seen anything like it in your life, it almost looked like the water was alight with a blue flame.
You could feel your siren’s eyes on you as you moved your hand back and forth in the water.
“Are you less sad now?” he asked and your movement slowed at his question.
“What?”
“You were upset, did I fix it?”
Was that what he was trying to do? “Why do you care?”
He shrugged. “Not often I get to talk to you guys, our encounters are usually less pleasant than this. We’re kind of similar, you know. Sailors don’t like me either.”
“Small world.”
Eventually you abandoned the glowing water, as amazing as it was, in an attempt to rest. You knew you needed to get some sleep. You were exhausted but it was cold and you never fully dried off and you were absolutely miserable. You heard a shuffling in the sand and then a warm hand touched your side. You didn’t know how his body regulated his temperature so well in the cold water. His arms were open, a clear invitation to nestle into him
You hesitated and he spoke. “You seem like you could use the warmth.”
You move towards him, head settling on his chest as his arms wrapped around you.
“I thought fish were cold blooded,” you said as his arms rubbed up and down yours, immediately sending a wave of heat through you.
“I’m only half fish.”
“Is that how you can breathe out here?” you asked, looking at the trail he left as he dragged himself ashore.
He murmured in the affirmative, leaning back to make sure you could comfortably lie down against him. He was right, his body heat did help. There was also something comforting about leaning against him, his arms wrapped around you protectively.
You drifted off faster than you would have thought possible while soaking wet and cuddled up with a fish man.
When you woke up you glanced at the boy next to you. He really did look silly on the land like this, flopped over on his side. As you took him in, you observed gills right over where you assumed his ribs would be. You knew what he had told you last night but he looked too peaceful and still. You quickly nudged him awake, wanting to make sure he was alright out of the water like this.
He rubbed his eyes, moving slightly in the sand in an attempt to get a good look at you. “What do you want?”
“Just wanted to make sure you were still breathing.”
“Mmhmm, still breathing, can I go back to sleep now?”
He tried to roll over and you nudged him again. “Don’t we need to leave?”
He squinted up at your face, which you knew was creased with worry, and his demeanor softened. “Yeah, let’s get you home.”
You helped him back in the water and he pulled you in after him, looking back at you, clearly deep in thought.
“You know how I kissed you yesterday?” he finally asked.
“To make me breathe underwater, yeah I do.”
“Yeah, well it would be much easier to transport you if you could breathe underwater again. If you’re cool with that.”
It was the most roundabout way anyone had ever asked to kiss you before, that was for sure.
He seemed nervous about it so instead of letting him dwell on it, you just kissed him. You hoped there were no other rules to the kiss you needed to follow but your siren didn’t seem to mind, instead leaning into it. It was kind of nice, being the one to surprise kiss him this time.
You knew the kiss didn’t have to be long, the one from the day before had barely lasted a moment, and yet you lingered. His hand hesitantly rose to cup your cheek, his touch featherlight. He wasn’t holding you there but his touch begged you to stay just a second longer.
He looked like a deer in headlights when you pulled away.
“Will that work?” you asked.
He cleared his throat, still looking dazed. “Yeah, that should be fine. Come on.”
Even knowing that you’d be fine and you’d be able to breathe, it took forever to will yourself to breathe in after he pulled you into the water, waiting until the last second before you passed out.
The journey felt much faster than it should have been. You couldn’t have been zooming through the water for more than an hour when you were being pulled to the surface once more, your feet extending to find rocks beneath you.
You turned and your eyes met the shore, the dock looming above you. You can tell that you beat the ship here. Who knows if they’d made it at all, maybe the storm had taken them out. You supposed you’d probably never know.
He grinned up at you as you stood, still lying below you in the water. “This is your stop.”
You had no idea how to thank him, what did one even say to someone who had just saved your life.
“Thank you,” you managed. “If you ever need anything…”
If he ever needed anything what? You couldn’t imagine he’d have a particularly easy time finding you.
He seemed to understand your meaning anyway. “I’ll be sure to ask. And if you ever change your mind on the drowning thing, let me know.”
You couldn’t help but giggle. “Will do.”
You pulled yourself out of the water and fully onto the shore, the rocks shifting beneath you as you sat, and you watched your siren swim off, hoping that someday you’d see him again and he could take you up on that favor.
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so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
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