The Same Page
In the universe of Mermaid Splash
Summary: When your book falls into the sea, you come face to face with the fascinating merman who retrieves it.
Pairing: Satan x GN Reader/MC
Genre: Fluff.
Warnings: None.
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Author's Note: While this work makes a few references to Mermaid Splash, you don't have to have read that one to understand it.
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It felt so rude to stare, but Satan had never seen anyone’s attention so rapt before. Then again, it wasn't as if Satan had even met other merpeople who were avid readers, other than a few of his brothers.
It was nice to observe a human taking advantage of the privilege of reading.
Satan envied humans for their access to books, he could only get the ones claimed by the waves in shipwrecks. What he wouldn’t give to be able to visit a library, just once, like the ones he’d read about.
Many of the humans he had encountered were foolish sailors who placed more value on riches rather than knowledge. So when they succumbed to the song of Satan and his brothers, he didn't care one bit if their lives were lost to the unforgiving depths.
But you seemed different.
You stretched and crossed one leg over the other on the rail of the ship where you had perched yourself as you read, completely oblivious to the revelry on deck.
He was fascinated with the line of your muscles, the way they were able to keep you rooted in such a precarious location despite gravity, wind, and the bobbing of the ship fighting against you. It looked like it could be a comfortable position for reading, but Satan really couldn't say himself. His lower half was different from yours and he didn't have the same capabilities. Not to mention he was rarely, if ever, totally out of the water.
You turned on your side, facing the water, your legs still crossed at the ankle, the shape not unlike a merperson's tail. You gave a blissful sigh as you turned another page, leaning lazily on one arm.
Beautiful.
He could watch you read for hours. There was something so lovely in the way your gaze skimmed the page, the little expressions you made when you read something you liked. He saw you mouth a word you seemed to be unfamiliar with a few times until it felt comfortable on your lips, giving a satisfied smile as you pronounced it once more and then moved on to the next sentence.
Satan’s heart clenched. He did that too (or he used to, he’d already read the books in his collection several times through). It was comforting to know that humans and merpeople weren't all that different, even in little quirks like that. And maybe that meant he had a chance for happiness with his partner.
Asmo deserved that, at least, for all he had gone through.
A breeze picked up and the ship bobbed against the building current. You reached down to brace yourself against the rail, but in doing so you lost hold of your book and it plummeted into the sea.
“No, no, no!” You cried, hopping back onto deck.
“Lost another book over the side?” Someone called after you.
“Not this time!” Your voice faded away as you ran down into the ship.
You couldn't bear to lose another book, this was the seventh one yet and you didn't have the money to replace it. The story was really getting good, too. If you ran fast enough, maybe you could catch it before it sank under the waves.
You threw open the large porthole on the lower deck around where your book had dropped. The book had already begun to drift away but thankfully it still floated on the surface of the water.
Silently cursing yourself for not thinking to grab a net on your way there, you rolled up your sleeves and reached out to try to grab it.
It was too far away.
You looked around the room for something you could use to retrieve it, but there was nothing but tangles of old rope and empty wooden crates.
Now there was an idea…
You dragged a crate up to the wall under the porthole and stepped up onto it. You pushed your shoulders out of the porthole and stretched as far as you could, the green sea churning just a few feet below you, with only one hand as your anchor to the ship. You probably should have made use of the rope, but you had no time for regret.
“Almost…” You could feel your fingers slipping against the edge of the windowsill, but you needed to retrieve your book. Now.
You stretched as far as you could but the book was still too far away. Your fingertips didn't even brush the cover.
Ripples lapped at the pages, and it almost felt as if the sea was taunting you for your loss, keeping the book just out of your reach.
And in one fell swoop it was swallowed by a wave.
“No!” You sagged against the porthole, disappointed and near tears. Your poor book was lost to the sea.
“You should be more careful,” said a gentle voice.
“I know!” You sniffed, burying your face in your folded arms that leaned over the windowsill. “I just couldn't help it. The breeze felt so nice tonight, and sunset is the perfect time for reading.” The crew would never let you live this one down. Mephisto had already lectured you about making “frivolous” purchases, now he had a reason to tear into you about carelessness.
“You’re lucky I was here,” They pressed the book into your hands, prompting you to look up from your wallowing.
You blinked a few times to clear your vision, “Thank y–” It took you a moment to register what you were seeing.
A handsome man, wearing nothing but a single string of pearls, with golden hair and eyes the color of the ocean, floated in the water next to the ship, his emerald green tail swishing behind him.
You screamed.
Of course Satan had to come to your rescue. It was only right as a fellow bibliophile, although now he was starting to regret that decision.
“Please stop,” He tucked his tail underneath himself and treaded water.
You clutched the sopping wet book in your hands, dripping seawater onto the deck as you began loudly rambling something about not getting enough sleep or reading too many fairytales.
Satan needed to calm you before someone else came to find out what was going on. It would do him no good to have the entire ship, likely stocked with tools meant to catch and maim sea creatures, to be up in arms. How embarrassing would it be for a Prince of the Sea to be killed over a book?
“You know, that book of yours is salvageable.” He said, hoping to distract you from your panicking.
You hugged the book against your chest, “It- it is?” You stammered.
“Stand it on its end and fan out the pages and leave it by an open window, don’t touch it until you’re sure it’s dry. It might take a few days.”
You looked from him to the book and then back to him, “How do you know that?”
He gave a patronizing smile. “I take it you're finished?”
You inhaled a deep, shaking breath. Your eyes were still wide in shock, but at least you weren't screaming anymore.
You nodded, your cheeks growing warm. “I’m sorry. I just. I’ve never seen a merperson before. I didn't even think they were real.”
“Oh, I can assure you, we’re very real.” He snapped his tail up behind him.
You gasped. What a cute reaction.
“Um…” You said, trying to regain your composure, “Thank you for saving my book.”
You cradled it in your arms as if it was your most prized possession, and Satan thought he would melt into seafoam on the spot.
“Yes, well,” He looked away, blush blooming on his cheeks. You were even more lovely up close. “I might have kept it for myself if I didn’t already have the same book in my collection.”
“You collect– do you keep them under the sea?” You asked, cocking your head adorably.
“Of course not,” he chuckled, “I keep them in a cave, safe from the elements.”
“Oh, naturally,” you quipped, a playful twinkle in your eye.
So you weren't just pretty to look at, but clever too. He liked that. Really liked that.
“How else would I know the proper way to dry and preserve books? Waterlogged paper doesn’t make for good reading.” He said.
“No it doesn’t…” You looked down sheepishly at the damp leather and soaked pages.
“But if you heed my advice you won’t have that issue. Just don’t leave it too close to the open window.” He teased.
“I won’t, I promise.”
You seemed to study him with such probing, bright eyes. As if trying to figure out exactly how he worked, which Satan realized with a pang was exactly how he had watched you earlier. The thought made him feel almost giddy, it was as if the two of you were on the same page.
Satan swam up a little closer to you, languidly sweeping his tail out behind him so you could get a good look at his fins, his scales glittering in the low light of sunset. “So, which one were you reading?” He asked.
“Huh?” You blinked, distracted by his physique.
“Which story?” The book you had almost lost was a volume of Greek myths, one Satan had read so many times he nearly had it memorized. It seemed you had good taste in literature as well.
“Oh, I was reading the story of Orpheus and Eurydice,” you grinned. “Orpheus was just about to begin his journey out of the underworld when I dropped my book. Thanks to you, I get to read how it ends.” You appeared to be very excited.
“I see…” Satan frowned.
“What is it? Do you not like that story?”
You seemed to want his approval. Did that mean you sensed a connection the way he did? Satan could only hope.
“No, on the contrary, I love it, it’s one of my favorites. It’s just…” His expression was cryptic, “I’d recommend reading Eros and Psyche next.” Satan turned to leave, he could hear your fellow crew members calling for you up on deck.
“Why that one next?” You wanted him to stay, to prolong the time so you could learn more about this handsome merman you'd been fortunate enough to cross paths with. If only Mephisto hadn't chosen that moment to start bellowing.
“Just trust me.” He flashed a smile that almost made you swoon, “Next time you’ll have to tell me what you think.”
“Next time?” Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. “Does that mean I’ll see you again?”
“Perhaps…” He gave a wink over his shoulder before diving into the sea, his beautiful tail flicking up over the water before disappearing beneath the waves.
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