Mermaid aki who rescues you from drowning and falls deeply in love with you... for him to later make a contract and sacrifice his voice just to see you again...
And you, who has been looking for the handsome man who saved you ever since that day... only to finally find aki at the beach, and get disappointed when you find out he doesn't have a voice, because it couldn't be him, right?
mermaid aki first meets you when you go out sailing near his home. he hardly sees humans, since most of them aren't adventurous enough to take their boats this far out to sea — but not you. aki observes you from afar, not letting you see him because he doesn't know if you're a nice human or a mean one, and he's heard stories of your kind hunting his.
he grows a little more confident as he keeps observing you, he swims closer and closer to your boat. still, he doesn't plan on revealing himself to you. but when your boat gets caught in a sudden storm, with waves strong enough to topple it and send you sinking into the water, aki doesn't exactly have a choice.
you aren't exactly sure who or what saved you when you wake up on the shore; perhaps it was simply pure luck? but you're sure you remember something rescuing you, you specifically remember feeling someone hold you above the water. you sit up and brush the sand from your arms, only to catch the deep blue eyes of a man who's been observing you from the edge of the water. his cheeks go rosy, his eyes widen in surprise, and he disappears into the ocean before you can say a word, leaving you only with your life and with the few pretty seashells aki collected and left beside you as a gift.
you've heard tales of mermaids and sirens. you never expected you'd see one — or at least, what you assumed was one. you're almost able to convince yourself it was just a hallucination caused by your tired, dehydrated brain. nevertheless, you're sure you aren't going to see that man again.
however, a few weeks later, you find yourself on the same beach as before, and there's a figure at the edge of the water; at first you think it's just some debris, but as you walk closer, you can see it's clearly a person. you're rushing over, you're panicking, trying to see if they're okay. he seems to be breathing, you brush his messy hair from his face and your heart skips a beat when you actually recognize him.
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Feverish (Platonic JJ, Virgil, Roman)
A self indulgent sick-fic.
Despite already being bundled in a blanket, JJ shivered again, eyes closed against the dim lighting of the room. His sleep was fitful and sporadic, and his brief, feverish dreams didn't help matters.
A knock at the door startled him, and he peeked an eye open cautiously. When the door opened, light from the hall streamed in, and he was quick to shut his eyes tight again. Still, despite his eyes being closed, he recognized the soft voice of the younger Side.
"How are you feeling?" Virgil closed the door behind himself, leaving it open just a crack so he could find it in the dark room. When a small slide produced by JJ just indicated a groan, he hummed and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Have you been able to sleep at all?" Gently, he placed a hand on JJ's forehead, gauging his temperature before brushing some of his hair back.
"... No." The text on JJ's subtitle slide glowed softly so it could be read in the darkness, though the small letters indicated the whisper that would have come with it, had he actually spoken. He peeked back at Virgil, though he couldn't make out much more than his shape in the darkness
The Side hummed again, cupping his cheek— he didn't bring up the fact that JJ leaned into the touch, aware that he was searching for more heat— before glancing back at the door. "Think you could stomach some soup?"
JJ grumbled softly, incoherent even on the slide, but it took him a long moment to actually decide on an answer. He had to imagine the process first but when the idea didn't make him queasy, he nodded softly. "I think so."
The Side smiled and nodded, moving to gently ruffle JJ's hair before standing up again. "I'll go make some, okay?" He could see the other's faint nod, though he didn't pick up on the disappointed expression in the dark. "Did you want anything else?" Again, JJ shook his head. "Okay," his voice grew softer, "Ro's gonna be here in a bit." And with that, he quietly slipped back out of the room.
Silence settled in the room, and JJ idly shut his eyes again. They stung from his lack of proper sleep, but there truly wasn't anything that he could do to alleviate that. Without rest, the best he could do was keep them closed and relax. With the room staying quiet save for a small clock ticking in the corner, it was fairly easy for the Septic Ego to get lost in his train of thoughts.
However, this only made it easier for him to be surprised by the soft knock at the door. Again, he peered towards it warily, though he was quick to relax at the sight of the creative Side. For a moment, he only stared, but then he reached an arm out towards Roman, a wordless way to beckon him closer.
Roman did the same as Virgil had just minutes before, leaving the door open somewhat so he would be able to find it again when he inevitably needed it. "Hey kiddo, I just bumped into Virge. How're you feeling?"
JJ was silent for a moment as he watched Roman put something down on the bedside table, mulling over an answer. Eventually, he settled on pulling the blankets closer. "... Cold."
The older Ego hummed, softly pressing his wrist to JJ's forehead. "Well, I've got something to help the fever here, but it won't warm you up..."
Before JJ could figure out what that meant, Roman was brushing his hair back again, then dabbing a cool, damp cloth to his forehead. He shivered, making a half-hearted attempt to push his head away, shocked by the dramatic temperature difference.
Roman smiled sympathetically. "Sorry kiddo, I promise it'll help." His hand shifted to card his fingers through JJ's hair, then pat him on the head gently as he took back the cloth. "Henrik suggested I get something else for you, too..."
JJ peered up at him, then followed the movement of his hand to the shape on the nightstand. He watched blearily, but he lit up when the owl plush was offered to him, and he was quick to hold it to his chest. "... Thank you."
The Side hummed softly to acknowledge the words, reaching to gently mess with JJ's hair again. "It's no problem, James. We want to be sure you're comfortable." He fell quiet for a moment before slowly standing, "I know Virgil's getting you soup, but how about some tea?"
His gaze moved from the plush in his arms back to the Side when he stood up, and automatically he reached to grab the end of Roman's sleeve. His grip was loose, but it was enough to make the other pause. "... Can you lay with me for a while?" He was embarrassed to ask the question, but he really didn't want to be left alone. Sure, it wouldn't be for terribly long, but both of the Sides had been in and out of the room all day trying to make him feel better. Right now, he just wanted to cuddle.
When Roman glanced at the door for a moment, JJ was worried he would leave, but he was pleasantly surprised when the other turned back and nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed, and JJ scooted over to give him more space.
"I guess this means you don't want tea?" Roman murmured lightheartedly as he laid down on top of the blankets, facing JJ.
The only response he offered was a silent hum as he moved closer. Roman was warm, and JJ couldn't help but shiver again before burying his face in the other's chest. He still hugged the plush close, but he couldn't help but feel more comfortable with the Side next to him as well.
When JJ didn't seem to be willing to give any other response, Roman settled on carefully wrapping an arm around him— tight enough to hold him close, but still loose enough that he could get away if he so pleased. The other snuggled into the hug though, and he let out a quiet laugh. "Get some sleep if you can, kiddo."
When Virgil returned to the room with a small bowl of chicken soup, he was surprised to see the two figures cuddled together. He laughed to himself, rolling his eyes as he set the warm bowl down on the nightstand.
Roman, barely awake, turned his head to look at him. "What's up, stormcloud?"
The younger Side sighed playfully, kissing him on the cheek. "You're just going to get yourself sick too, you know?"
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