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internalsealpanic · 2 years

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4 Times You and Bruce Met and 1 Time Someone was Introduced

summary: Or 5 separate times Bruce is rudely forced to be soft. a/n: To the people who just found this, this is a side story to my Sealing the Deal fic. I highly recommend reading that first. So for the end of mermay, I decided to post this because why not. This video is the only reason I finished this fic (yanno, aside from my usual partner in crime). I legit just had a screenshot pasted to my doc. warning: Minor character death

Padding through the beach in your father's over-sized workman's boots, you run excitedly to the shore with the pup pressed against your stomach. He wriggles and flaps his flippers in protest as your feet sink into the hot sand. You laugh and the pup rumbles unhappily when you squeeze him. He snuggles up to you anyway.

"You're going to trip!" Your papa shouts over the splash of waves.

You turn around, jumping out of your boots. "I won't!" You whine. The pup rumbles again-- vibrations rippling against your chest. His large, liquid eyes bulge out of his little face as you start to fall. You crash into the hot sand.

You're on your back with the pup on your stomach, his delicate white coat dusted with sand. You laugh and the pup huffs. He looks like he's glaring at you. You squeeze him tight knowing this might be the last time you get to cuddle him. The pup snuffs more.

Your father sighs above you, shaking his head. "I told you you would trip."

The pup snorts in agreement.

You scramble to your feet with the pup in your arms and run towards the shore like a little maniac. The pup squeals in terror. Or maybe that was your father.

Saltwater splashes in your face as you rush into the water; it laps at your ankles-- cool and crisp. It sings to you, calling to you. The pup wriggles and reaches for the water. You wade deeper into the water until you're waist-deep. The fibers of your chunky sweater fill up with water, chilling you to the bone.

You loosen your hold on the pup. The sense of loss when he slips your grasp is devastating in a way. There's a moment where you think to keep holding on to him but when you see how happy he is in the water, you keep your arms to yourself.

He floats towards a large dark seal. The large seal nuzzles the pup, pulling him closer and squishing him to the larger seal's blubber. He rumbles affectionately. The pup huffs in embarrassment. You try to move closer but the large seal turns his attention to you. You think he's glaring at you. It's really kind of spooky.

Dick is smitten.

Dick is definitely smitten.

There are no two ways about it. All Bruce can do is sigh as he watches Dick plop after you. You crouch above Dick and smile indulgently, patting his head with a gentle hand, basin resting on your hip. Dick boops his face against your hand in answer. His round snoot is soft and warm against your hand. You press him back into his squishy body.

You giggle and Dick looks like he's gonna jump over the moon.

Bruce is worried to say the least. He needs to do something about it.

You're washing clothes by the shore when Bruce approaches you. He towers over you even in his seal form. You jolt then settle on giving him a quizzical look.

"Hey Spooky," you say with a quirk of your lip.

He replies by staring you down.

He bares teeth at you.

"Oh," you say. "Are you hungry?" You ask, holding up a fish.

Bruce frowns then snarls.

You shush him, wiggling the fish in Bruce's face.

Dick trills on your lap, squeaking happily in his sleep. The pup snuggles into your lap and you plant a kiss on his forehead.

Bruce stops snarling and just stoops because what else is he supposed to do.

Dick turns in his sleep.

Bruce doesn't usually come to this side of the island but he needed to think [read: brood]. His noisy pod of pups just weren't having it, especially not Damian. So, here he was staring into the distance, blubber flat against the cold cove floor. It wasn't all that comfortable but at least, he's at peace.

He was.

That went right out the window as soon as an angry scream cuts through the calm lapping of waves.

For the love of-- What did Jason do this time?

Bruce cranes his neck, scanning the shore for his pup. Nothing. That's concerning. Usually, they would have pounced by now.

Another cry rips through the air-- this time high, wounded, and frail. In a muggy way, he recognizes it. The voice is distorted by grief but it's still the angry sobbing of a human.

Bruce lowers his head contemplating whether he should check on you.

He sighs. He should. So much for his peace and quiet.

Bruce plops towards you, his body sounding like wet dough against stone. He wonders mildly if this is a good idea. The last time he approached you he threatened to tear your face off but as he reaches you, he realizes he should have hopped slower.

You're curled in front of the shore, eyes cold with anger. It was the kind of anger used to carve grief out of your chest. You rub your face raw, hoping that if there was nothing left of your face you would stop crying. Bruce sometimes forgets how small humans are.

He bounces towards you and the smell of ash wicks off of you in ribbons. He knows you'd burned something earlier, something important, because the fire had burned on until it couldn't anymore.

You look up at him and fold into yourself.

Bruce can guess what happened. He rests his head on yours, rumbling comfortingly. Underneath him, you unfold, wrapping your arms around him. You start to sob more softly this time. Sniffling into his fur, you begin to whisper things. Bruce lets you cry, puffing breath into your hair and rumbling every once in a while.

Dick spins you around, his foot catching with his own, and you both go down on the sand with a thud and a laugh.

"Dick!" You giggle, coughing up sand.

Dick nuzzles his face against yours, fingers tickling your sides.

"Dick!" You screech, lightly pushing at his chest but his body is heavy. Seal or human, Dick is a big lug. "Dick, I'm getting sand all over me, you dork."

He kisses your jaw and then turns you both over. He holds you against his chest, kissing your chin. "Stop flailing then," he chuckles.

"Then stop tickling me!"

"Never."

You tussle a little more until a great shadow hangs over the both of you.

Dick beams at the great big elephant seal above you. You recognize him by the scar on his chest. "Hey B," Dick says with a big soft grin that makes your heart melt.

"Spooky?" Your face twists a little.

The giant seal gives you a look. The dad look and you understand immediately. "Oh," you breathe and your face heats with embarrassment. "You're Bruce."

You've been calling your father-in-law 'spooky' this whole time. Someone end you now.

"Spooky?" Dick bites his lip to stifle a laugh, his blue eyes shining bright with glee.

You bury your face in his chest. "Shut up." You whine.

"Make me." He says into your hair.

You look back Dick and pinch his cheek.

"Nnnnnnnn." Dick whines. He reaches down to tickle your sides again and you begin to tussel.

Bruce huffs, nudging you two apart then laying on top of Dick, booping your husband's nose menacingly.

Dick pushes at Bruce lightly. "B, B, relax. I was going to introduce the two of you but it seems like you two know each other." Dick flicks his eyes to you.

You glance at Bruce and he glances back at you. Bruce snuffs, grumpily plunking his head on Dick.

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Rapid clumsy foot tack tack tack against the footpath towards the beach. Bruce pretends to remain calm. He's remained calm since yesterday why wouldn't he be calm now? Several reasons really--most of which involve Dick running.

The footsteps become muffled by the sand. They're hurried and the rhythm of them ratchets up his heart. His mouth is starting to go dry.

"B!" Dick chirps and it's a happy sound with no ounce of panic.

Bruce cranes his neck, slowly opening his liquid eyes. Shoved in his face is another pair of liquid eyes that takes up most of the pup's face. They snuff in his face with a little breath. Small flippers slap his snout. He snuffs a large breath in response.

Looking away from the child, he looks up at Dick who is beaming as if the sun wasn't bright enough. "I take it labor went swimmingly," Bruce says with a wry smile.

Dick shakes his head with an airy laugh. "Selina says she hates you for suckering her into help" is what Dick manages between laughter. The pup trills at the sound and Bruce understands it perfectly because Dick has one of those laughs that just makes happiness a solid concept.

Bruce flicks his tail. "I'll get her a present. She won't be mad for long."

"Good luck with that," Dick says setting the baby down. It wiggles confused. It registers in Bruce's brain that this is the first time the pup is touching sand. His heart clenches and a scream burning in his chest.

The pup stupidly digs their face into the sand making them sneeze quite loudly in a loud, shrill squeak.

Jason and Tim hop quietly towards them with soft plops.

Jason tilts his head. "Huh, what's wrong with it?" He asks poking the pup's side with his snout.

Dick makes an affronted sound which Bruce wasn't sure Dick could make in his human form.

Tim pokes the pup on their other side. "They look fine but then again Dick seemed fine too."

Jason chokes out a laugh, "You tellin' me Dick was fine before Bruce."

Bruce makes a hurt noise which Jason just rolls his eyes at.

Tim snorts doubtful. "Dick's brand of crazy is genetic. Don't even."

"Ye, but Bruce didn't help," Jason says with a tap of his fin. This makes Tim tilt his head again. It looks like he's going to agree.

Bruce clears his throat. "What's the pup's name?" He asks placing a flipper on the fluff ball who is trying to shove him out of the way.

Dick strokes the pup's fur making them turn their attention to him. The little one nuzzles their face into Dick's hand, a low purring sound rumbling from their small chest. Dick hunches, sitting on the sand. He ruffles the fur on the sides of the child's face. "Her name is Mary."

The child trills in response to her name, snorting into Dick's hand and leaving little bits of sand on it.

Jason stops poking Mary only to look up and give Dick an incredulous look. "Did you bully (Y/n) into naming her that? Did you even ask?"

Dick rolls his eyes and lets out a breath. "Should I have done that before or after she screamed ‘get that fucking thing out of me’?" He asks with an exaggerated wave of his hand. Bruce thinks Dick is starting to become just as expressive in his human form as his seal form. It's not unpleasant. Far from it. It's just a weird thing to observe.

Jason gets that look on his face that makes Dick want to smack him. Jason hums, "Definitely after, she’ll be too tired to argue." He claps his fins as if to salute how brilliant of an evil mastermind Dick is.

"You’re terrible," Dick says flatly, "You're awful. Don't infect my child." Dick moves Mary away from Jason, placing her on Bruce's other side.

Jason, somehow, gives Dick one of those innocent cat-like smiles Selina makes. "Hey, I'm not the one who put a baby in her."

Bruce patiently looks to the heavens while Tim snickers and Dick looks appropriately horrified.

"What?!" Jason asks as if he needed to.

Dick's face is flushed and scrunched. His shoulders hunch and he lets himself plop down on to the sand. "We planned it," he says almost inaudibly. His cheeks flush even more.

Jason chokes out laughter and rolls over. "Ok, so you willingly made her suffer?! You're a terrible husband. Even worse than Bruce."

Bruce quietly defends himself by not dignifying that.

Dick side-eyes him. "See? This is why I didn't want little brothers. B, how could you do this to me?"

Bruce only answers with a noise. He feels like his nerves are popping. He caves and gives Dick a sympathetic look, patting his boy’s leg. The little pup takes the opportunity to waddle away from him.

Dick and Jason continue to bicker while Tim throws some unhelpful comments with nothing helpful at all.

Mary, the rambunctious little pup that she is, wanders over to the shore, dipping her face into the tide pools. The salt water fills her little snout. She exhales the water in tiny displeased spouts out her snout. She cries panicked and tries to flail away from the water.

Dick shoots up, his heart leaping with him. He shoots towards the flailing pup with his family following behind him. It’s funny how fast he can move on his legs now. He even manages not to trip.

“She’ll be fine,” Tim calls out.

Dick pulls his pup close to his chest. His breath steadies now that she’s safe. Bruce can sympathize more than he’d like to. Turning her around, Dick nuzzles his face against hers in a calming gesture. She reciprocates without hesitation, seeking comfort after the frightening experience. Bruce attempts to soothe her further by nuzzling her back and it works as her breathing evens out, following the slow rhythm of Dick’s breaths.

The pup snorts water onto Dick’s sweater.

A look of panic crosses Dick’s face as he looks at Bruce. “B, what do I do?”

Bruce goes quiet (not that he was anything else to begin with). He nudges Dick’s leg, trying to usher the pup back onto the beach but Dick continues to keep her close. He sighs through his nose. “Chum, put her down and she'll sort herself out.”

Dick’s panic doesn’t subside.

“She'll be fine I promise.”

“What if--”

“She’ll be fine, trust me,” he tries in his most reassuring fatherly voice.

Tim snickers at that, “Hearing Bruce tell someone to trust him is kinda funny.”

“You’ve all turned out fine,” Bruce defends because they did. All his boys have turned out… functional is a stretch.

“Barely,” Jason scoffs.

“You really want to take credit for these two AND Damian?” Tim laughs. “Good luck with that Bruce.”

Bruce suspects their habit of bullying him comes primarily from Alfred. He loves the man but he is mean when he wants to be. It may also come from Selina. And Talia. And Vicky. And Clark. And Diana.

Does he know anyone who doesn’t bully him?

The familiar banter makes Dick settle and he loosens his grip on Mary. The little pup hops towards the tide pools again despite her earlier panic. Dick follows her, keeping his hands at a reassuring distance as she dips back into the ocean. She flails a little but eventually, she takes to it--like she knows in some part of her little body that she belongs to the sea. She swims around chirping happily and rumbling affectionately when she reunites with her father. Dick beams proudly, playfully pushing Mary back into the waves only for her to swim back to him. Bruce squishes against the warm sand, content to just watch the scene.

#dick grayson x reader #batfam x reader #Bruce Wayne & reader #selkie AU

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Waste the Night Away

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Hanta Sero, Ochako Uraraka

Additional Tags: Mermaid AU

Hello, everybody! This is another piece for @bnhabookclub‘s MerMay event, this time for the prompt “Well, this isn’t how I expected to spend my Saturday night”!

This is also a present for my lovely beta-reader and number-one supporter @deliathedork. I love you dearest! You certainly make all my hard work worth it! <3 Enjoy!

“Needless to say, I keep her in check! She was a bad-bad, nevertheless-! Callin’ it quits, da dunna dun duh…” Hanta sang along to the music pumping in his headphones as he jaunted along the concrete sidewalk. He punctuated the words with very exaggerated motions, earning him quite a few concerned glances from passersby; not that he noticed, because he had his eyes closed as he skipped a few steps flapping his arms like a chicken. “Then you’re left in the dust-! Unless I stuck by yaaaaaaa! You’re a sunflowwwwwwer! I think your love would be too much!” he yowled and spun around a light pole on the corner before hopping off and scooting a few more steps down the sloping sidewalk.

It was about seven o’clock in the evening, and Hanta was on his way home from a riotous day of videogames at Denki’s house. Hanta had proudly obliterated Denki, Katsuki, Eijirou, and surprise guest Fumikage at Super Smash Bros. Needless to say, he was still riding the victory high- so much so that he had elected to walk home rather than take the bus. The night was pleasantly chilly, just enough to stave off the heat from all his wild dancing, and a few of the stars were visible between the wispy gray clouds trawling over the inky expanse of the night sky. The evening was still young, so as he jitterbugged his way through town, he distantly wondered what he was going to do for the rest of it.

“I can hear you tellin’ me to turn around! Fightin’ for my trust, and you won’t back down! Da dunna dun duh, da dunna dun da…” he clumsily sang as he hopped over the curb to jaywalk across an empty street. He trotted down another incline, which led to his shortcut- a waterway that traveled the length of a series of highway overpasses. The watercourse siphoned excess water away from the city reservoir; it had rained a considerable amount lately, so the freshwater was lapping up at the edges of the levee. The splashing and gurgling of the water served as an accompaniment to his performance while he strolled along, occasionally stopping to kick his legs or punch the air energetically. “You’re the sunflowwwwwer! You’re the sunflower!” he howled again, skipping to the edge of the levee and shaking his hips, before the song ended. He then wrenched his headphones off his ears to rest them around his neck and released a self-satisfied sigh, placing his hands on his hips and staring out at the canal.

Hanta always took a moment to appreciate the view when he came this way, if the water level was high enough. It was extraordinarily breathtaking when the stars were out. Light sparkled across the gently sloshing waves like millions of diamonds. Just above the concrete slopes of the other side of the levee, through a rusted chain-link fence, spread the expanse of the city; gold lights floated like orbs in the distance, emanating from streetlights and houses and businesses. If he squinted, he could make out the reds and green of traffic stops as well, or the flickering neon flashes of animated billboards. He could not hear the deafening noise pollution of civilization, though, aside from the humming of car engines bouncing down from the highway half a mile from where he stood. No, the sounds of nature reigned- the babbling of the water, the chirping of the crickets in the bunches of weeds springing up from the cracked sidewalk, the baying of stray hounds and the hooting of the barn owl that nested in the crooked old tree beyond the fence. He closed his eyes as he drank it all in. The bubbling. The chirping. The howling. The hooting. The little muffled whimpers for help-

Wait a second.

Hanta’s eyes snapped open, and he strained his ears to make sure he had indeed heard what he thought he had. Sure enough, floating down the waterway from his right were small, stifled squeaks and sobs. Someone needs help! He took off down the sidewalk, whipping out his phone to turn on the flashlight. A bright circle of white illuminated the stone construct before him, and he swung his phone side to side wildly to check every square inch of space.

“Hello? Who’s out here? Do you need help?” he called, cupping a hand to his mouth to increase the volume. The noises ceased for a moment, and he worried that he might have frightened them off. “Don’t be scared! I just wanna help you!” He remained still aside from his slightly ragged breaths, eyes searching the dark and ears straining the fresh night air for any sound, any at all.

“… Please help me.” The plea was meek, but close, close enough for him to tell it was a girl. A million deplorable scenarios flew through his mind at once, but he forbade himself to settle on any of them; instead, he focused on picking his way down the slick slope to where he thought the voice originated from. Suddenly, the disc of light from his phone’s flashlight puddled over a caramel-haired, brown-eyed girl with her body half in the water.

“What the shit?!” Hanta panted under his breath. He cried out as the sole of his sneaker slipped over the wet rock, and he sank into a split. He let out a shrill whine as his thigh and groin muscles strained way past the point they were naturally meant to. His feet scrabbled against the slimy, rocky levee wall until he managed to regain his footing again. Hugging the levee surface, he allowed gravity to slide him the rest of the way down the slope until the toes of his sneakers barely breached the rippling surface of the water. “Don’t worry, miss, I gotcha,” he reassured the frightened girl as she shied away from his sudden presence. He held his phone up so that the light illuminated her fully but also fell on him so she could see his kind smile. “We’re gonna get you back up just… just… fine…”

His words trailed off when he happened to look down at her lower half, which rested in the water. It was just instinctual. He hadn’t been sure what he had been expecting, given the situation; he could have discovered any number of sickening or unsavory things. What he discovered was not sickening or unsavory, but downright befuddling. Rather than human legs, the lower half of the girl’s body was in the form of a bubblegum pink, scaly fishtail, with thin, curving fins like a flying fish. Hanta stared incredulously at the appendage for a few seconds before he realized why the girl- mermaid, rather- had been crying out for help. Wrapped around her tail were industrial-sized plastic rings. The hard edges were digging into the flesh, slicing right through the hard scales to cause blood and effluent to ooze out. The mermaid stared fearfully at him the entire time.

“Right! Uh, knife, I need a knife,” he mumbled and began patting his pockets in search of his Swiss Army knife. One never knew when one needed a particular tool, so Hanta had always made a point to keep one on his person. He never dreamed he would be using it to cut some plastic off a mermaid, though.

“Ah-ha!” he grinned triumphantly when he finally tugged it out of his back pocket. He flashed a reassuring smile at the mermaid. “Don’t worry, Miss Mermaid. I’mma have you free in a jiffy.”

“Erm… Thank you,” she flushed shyly and dropped her gaze. Hanta then realized he would need two hands to cut her free, so he grinned bashfully at her.

“Er, would you mind, uh, holding this for me?” he asked with a shake of his smartphone. She stared curiously at the device and gave an unsure nod, reaching up with her small hands to take it. “Just keep that light pointed on your tail- Jesus Christ, she has a tail- uh, keep it pointed there so I can see.” Obediently, she turned the phone so that the flashlight kept her tail illuminated. Hanta bit down on his bottom lip as he hunched over the appendage to begin cutting the plastic loose.

Some areas were more accessible than others; in several places, the plastic was lodged half an inch down in the meat of her tail. He felt pangs of guilt every time the poor thing yelped with pain when he would dig his fingertip into the gaping wound to pry it out. She began to squirm around and sob pitifully, so he decided to try and distract her from the discomfort. “My name’s Hanta. Sero Hanta,” he informed her with a quick smile. “What about you? Do you have a name like humans?”

“In your language, it would be Ochako. Uraraka Ochako.”

“Cute name, cute name.” He winced when she whimpered again, for he was digging into a rather deep laceration to force out some clinging particles of the stretchy plastic. “How did you even do this?” he muttered disparagingly. He glanced at her face to see her eyes tearing up and a self-pitying pout making her lips quiver.

“I just swam into it like a big dummy… I freaked out trying to get it off, and next thing I knew, I was up in this channel. I got it all tangled with my fins, so it was getting hard to swim…” She used to her free hand to wipe at the tears glittering on her brown lashes. “I thought I was gonna be stuck here forever…”

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it! Good thing I happened upon you, huh?” he interjected as she began to cry piteously. He probably shouldn’t have delved too much into the backstory. A bright idea struck him like a thunderbolt, and he wrenched off his headphones to stick them over her ears. “Here! Listen to this, and it won’t hurt as much,” he instructed her and tapped on his phone screen to restart the music. Her eyes went wider than the full moon above as the music began blasting in her ears. The tears ceased leaking down, and slowly, she began bobbing her head a little. Hanta beamed widely, pleased his clever plan worked, and resumed cutting at the plastic. He gave the mermaid an amused side-eye as she began humming along to the tune.

Once he had tossed the last bit of the plastic up onto the top of the levee, Ochako gave her tail an experimental flap. She flushed pink and slapped her hand to her mouth as she involuntarily splashed water all down his front and into his face. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, it’s just water,” he laughed mirthfully when she began to squeak apologies. “It’ll dry,” he purred and wrung out his shirt. The water gushed down onto the stone levee with spattering splashes. “Anyway, do you think you can swim now?”

“Yes, I do,” she agreed and lowered the headphones from her ears to glance gratefully down at her tail. Thin lacerations painted red cross-crossing lines in the bright pink flesh, but her fins now fluttered freely. He gawked in awe at the realization she could manipulate each one of them voluntarily. She noticed him staring and giggled. “Would you like to touch it?”

“Is that weird?”

“No. Go ahead,” she chuckled. Hanta immediately splayed his palms out over the fishy tail, dark eyes going wide. It wasn’t nearly as slimy as he thought it would be. The scales were a little soft and pliant, feeling like thin discs rolling under his skin. The membranes of her fins were so delicate-looking that he was scared to touch them, but when he did, pinching them between the pads of his forefinger and thumb, they felt like the sheerest lace.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured on reflex. He looked up to see Ochako blushing and bashfully holding a hand to her reddening cheek. Realizing just how embarrassing that was, he hastily retracted his hands and straightened up. “Anywa- Ack!” He had put too much force in the movement and essentially flung himself. He slipped down the rest of the levee to land with a splash in the water. The bank was only about two feet deep, so he could sit there on his rump in the water and grin shyly at the concerned mermaid. “Well, guess now we really don’t have to worry about you splashing me, huh?”

“No,” she agreed with a girlish giggle that made Hanta feel all dreamy-like. Sighing contentedly, he crawled back up onto the levee and reclined against the slope on his back, putting his hands behind his head and bending one knee. “Well, this isn’t how I expected to spend my Saturday night,” he chuckled.

“Me neither,” she laughed and stretched out on her belly beside him. She raised her tail, and as it caught the moonlight, the scales shimmered like thousands of pink opals. Water cascaded down from it like liquid crystal to plop in the water below. Hanta caught himself staring again and returned his attention to her face, finding her smiling warmly.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen a girl- mermaid- as pretty as you.”

“I’m the only mermaid you’ve ever seen.”

“That automatically makes you the prettiest, though!” Ochako laughed loudly at his explanation. He found himself savoring her laugh. It rang out like bright bells, full of cheer and goodness. He rolled onto his side, resting a cheek in his hand. He ignored the way the rough stone scraped his elbow, because he just wanted to keep looking at her. He knew he would probably never see her again, so he sought to get his fill. Ochako tilted her head to the side coyly.

“Hanta?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me about the human world.”

So he did. He told her everything his spastic little brain could think of- cars, trains, movie theaters, bubble tea, traffic stops, coffee, videogames, the little old lady next door with the Chihuahua he swore was the spawn of Satan. The amount of information that tumbled from his mouth was disgustingly overwhelming and mind-numbingly mundane. Still, Ochako hung onto every word with the most rapturous expression on her round face. Hanta found himself getting pointlessly excited about it all and was soon sitting straight up, gesturing wildly with his hands. Occasionally, Ochako would pipe up about a counterpart they possessed in the underwater realm, and they would gush about it for a few minutes. They didn’t notice the moon swiftly traveling across the sky, nor the golden lights of the city flickering out one by one. For that brief period, it seemed like time did not exist at all; that waterway was theirs and theirs alone. That little stretch of levee was a dimension beyond all responsibility and borders. They were perfectly content to waste the night away until the dawn came creeping in, flooding the world with its warm light.

The bubble burst when Hanta’s phone began to ring. He grimaced when he noticed it was his mother, and hurriedly picked up, because he’d never hear the end of it if he rejected her call.

“Yeah. Yeah, Mom, I got caught up at Denki’s. I’m all right. I’ll be home soon. Bye.” Ochako was staring at the phone like it was its own life form when he hung up. She then frowned sadly.

“Does this mean you have to go?”

“Unfortunately so,” he sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck, then smiled sheepishly at her. “This might sound corny and all, but I’ll never forget you.”

“Why do you say that like you’ll never see me again?” she asked, looking hurt. He blinked stupidly at her and then flushed.

“Well… I mean… Isn’t it dangerous for you to swim up in the canal? You know, getting kidnapped by humans and sold off to a circus and all that?”

“Yeah, but I don’t care.” He reeled in her utter disregard for her safety. She gave him a roguish smile that was ridiculously cute on her round face. “I’ll come back tomorrow!” Hanta made a mental check of his plans to ensure that an excursion to the channel was indeed feasible before nodding excitedly.

“Yeah! But be careful,” he grimaced. She giggled coquettishly and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“It’s sweet that you’re worried about me.”

“Well, I am a gentleman,” he huffed, puffing out his chest and closing his eyes with a self-possessed smirk. Ochako took advantage of his lapse in security, and the next thing he knew, she had her lips pressed up against his cheek. All his mental processes screeched to a jarring halt, and he just gawked open-mouthed at her with a brainless “Uhhhhhh…” rumbling in his throat. Ochako giggled at his bashful response and shot him another flirty smile.

“See you around. And thanks again!” Before he could think of anything intelligent to say, she dove off the levee into the water. He tried to scramble to his feet. He only succeeded in tumbling back into the water again, this time with his phone in his pocket. His headphones just barely avoided suffering water damage, and he wrenched his phone out of his pocket to hold it aloft, praying that it was true that it was waterproof. He just barely caught a glimpse of Ochako’s bright pink tail swaying underneath the surface of the glittering black water before it faded into the shadows.

“See ya,” he called softly. Though it was impossible, he still fancied that she heard him.

Groaning, he climbed back up the slope of the levee to the flat sidewalk. He shook himself out like a shaggy dog and wrung as much as the water as he could from his clothes, then placed the headphones snugly over his ears. His phone was thankfully working just fine. He started his music back up and began swaying to the beat a little, then took off in a jog down the path leading home.

“Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh-! I know you're scared of the unknown! You don't wanna be alone! Da da dun dunna dun dun dun… You’re my sunflowwwwer…”

When his mother inquired what the big smile on his face was for, he merely replied that his Saturday night hadn’t been a wasted one.

DISCLAIMER: The rights to “Sunflower” belong to Post Malone.

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forthetaintedsorrow-whump · 4 years

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SKK: A Fishy Situation

Little Mermaid(man) AU

This is a follow-on snippet from yesterday’s angsty snippet. Featuring pirate Chuuya and a stupidly handsome washed-up castaway. Mermay FTW!!

Content warnings: lots of gay, and memories of drowning

Chuuya sat on his bed, and couldn’t help but think about Dazai. Dazai, that stupidly handsome washed-up castaway. God, he was infuriating. Where did he get off thinking he could just tease and flirt with Chuuya in the middle of the street and make him blush like that? And steal subtle touches, sneaking a finger under his cuffs or beneath his shirt collar? What was he playing at? Was he just that touchy-feely? Accompanying Chuuya wherever he goes, making ridiculous suggestions about food, his obsession with crab.

Chuuya sighed and stood up to stretch his arms over his head. He heard splashing coming from the washroom. Spotting the spare towel on a stool next to the door, he went over to pick it up. Pushing the door open, he stepped in and yawned out, “Oi, shitty Dazai, you forgot your – ” and his mouth dropped open.

Reclining in the tub, as fine as you please, was that slimy bastard. Although he too, had a rather surprised look on his face at Chuuya’s presence. But Chuuya’s gaze was drawn toward the large blue-finned tail that hung leisurely over the side of the tub. It flicked, water landing on Chuuya’s cheek.

Knocking sounded at the door to Chuuya’s room, and Akutagawa’s voice called out briefly before the door creaked open.

Chuuya slowly, ever so slowly, turned toward the sound. His throat convulsed a few times, and he thought it was trying to make noise, but nothing came out besides a strangled hiss, like air out of a leaky bicycle tire.

One moment he was eyeing the half open washroom door and the next, a strong force tugged his arm and he smothered under another body, under the water, at the bottom of the tub. The only thing he could see was Dazai’s cool brown gaze peering at him, his dark hair wavy in the water.

Chuuya hurriedly shut his mouth. He could hear, muffled, the soft thump of Akutagawa’s boots on the wooden floor of his room, reverberating up through the metal of the bathtub, distorted and echoing. There was a snatch of sound that Chuuya took to be his name being called. He pushed against Dazai’s chest, and struggled to throw him off. A strong appendage – Dazai’s tail!? – wrapped around his legs kept them from kicking. Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s arms and held them pinned between their bodies, pressed together tightly. His head was still, gaze focused to the side as he listed to the pirate’s movements around the room.

Chuuya thrashed his head back and forth and bared his teeth in a snarl. But Dazai paid him no heed for the long moments he was intently listening for Akutagawa, his body keeping Chuuya pressed and immobile. Chuuya’s heart thudded rapidly in his ears, the need for air pressing in his lungs. Just how long was Dazai going to hold him under?? Dazai may be a merman, but Chuuya couldn’t breathe! Strained sounds came from Chuuya’s throat, his eyes wide. A door squeaked, footsteps sounded on the washroom floor and soft lips pressed against Chuuya’s mouth, forcing warm air into his lungs. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Memories blazed though his mind: cold, suffocating, desperation, and a bright spark of warmth. His eyes flashed open and he stared into Dazai’s, so close.

The floorboards creaked and the muted clunk of heavy boots faded. Dazai turned his attention to the surface, and then slowly let Chuuya up. Chuuya slithered upward, head and shoulders out of the water, regarding Dazai intently. His eyes studied Dazai’s long, muscular back, stumbling when he reached his lower back, polished blue fish scales springing forth and smoothing his lower half into a graceful but muscular tail. A semi-translucent fin swished the bath water lazily as Dazai leaned on crossed arms which were perched on Chuuya’s outstretched legs. What took Chuuya even more by surprise was the dorsal fin that sprouted from just below the small of Dazai’s back, demarking the juncture between Dazai’s fish-half and his human half.

Chuuya pressed his fingertips to his lips. “I remember….you saved my life.”

“Ah, Chuuya remembers!” Dazai grinned up at him.

Chuuya scowled at the flippant acknowledgement before struggling to find the next words to say. “…w…why?”

Dazai’s jovial expression slipped from his face, replaced by one more serious, sincere. He took Chuuya’s hand in his, touched a smooth fingertip to Chuuya’s palm, and stroked the lifeline, sending a shiver up Chuuya’s back. “Because, Chuuya, I have never seen a more beautiful creature in my life.” Dazai’s eyes had never looked so clear, holding a depth and warmth, so like the warm sun on sand.

Chuuya’s thoughts exploded. His face burned so hot, he was sure it could set the bathwater boiling. “S-s-stupid! Don’t say such stupid things!”

Dazai laughed, breaking the spell. Chuuya fumed for a moment, their normal push-and-pull relationship returning. Then he cast his eyes downward, returning to that memory. He couldn’t fathom how he’d survived, his experiences not matching up with any line of logic but the fantastical. The crew had simply reported that he’d been found, unconscious and tossed by the sea onto a crate. He remembered swimming through a sunken ship, too deep, panicking as the air escaped, and the far-fetched sensation of someone breathing air into his lungs as he drowned. He thought he should have died that night.

Chuuya let out a sigh to collect himself, then looked the merman straight in the eyes. “Thank you.” Dazai simply smiled gently up at him and squeezed his thigh. Chuuya’s heart skipped. He ineffectually kicked at the merman holding his legs hostage.

“Get off.”

Dazai shook his head, grinning.

“Let go.” He glowered down at the merman.

“Not until Chuuya promises he won’t tell anyone.”

Chuuya huffed another sigh, thinking back on all the frustrations the merman had put him through, his own mixed feelings, the risk he took just to seek out Chuuya and be with him on land…and the undeniable fact that the merman had saved his life. “Fine. It’s the very least I can do,” Chuuya acquiesced. “But wait!” He jabbed a finger at Dazai’s forehead. “You were lying about being shipwrecked with nowhere to go! I knew you’ve been pilfering off me, but you’ve really been pilfering off me!!”

“Chuuya, Chuuya, I believe you came up with that conclusion on your own!”

Chuuya’s mind replayed their first meeting, and every jab, every taunt, every inappropriate prank and suggestive touch afterward. And Dazai was right. He ran his hand over his face, groaning. He’d been played.

“Get off, you slimy mackerel!” And he kicked the fish out of the tub.

He’d have to make apologies to the matron of the house later for the water damage in the room below.

#bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #soukoku #whump #tw drowning #my writing #my fics #my wips

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crystalninjaphoenix · 4 years

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MerMay Day Eighteen Cave-In

“Hey Sam! Look at that!” Jack poked his head around a branching formation of staghorn coral. Sam followed suit, swimming around to hover by his head fins. They were staring at a mound of rock on the ocean floor, watching as steam emitted from the top of its peak. “Volcano,” Jack whispered, grinning.

Sam turned around, swimming backwards a bit. She butted the back of Jack’s head.

“What? Oh, you’re scared.” Jack petted the side of Sam’s scales to calm her down. “Don’t worry, we’re far enough away. We can just watch.” The ground rumbled. Jack grabbed the side of the coral to keep himself steady. Once the rumble calmed down, he looked back at Sam. He was pretty sure she was shaking. Sighing, he said, “Okay, we’ll skirt around the edge a bit farther back. Happy?” Sam flipped in the water, obviously happy.

The nearby area was populated by round, lumpy rocks with various kinds of coral rooted on their surfaces. The rocks had holes in them, tiny pockets caused by air. They must’ve been leftover from previous volcanic eruptions. Some of these rocks were piled haphazardly, causing tunnels and caves. Jack poked his head into one of these caves. He whistled. “These are big,” he muttered, swimming inside. He felt around the edges of the cave. “I bet I could sleep in here.” Sam butted against his head again. “Hey, I’m not saying I will, just that I could.”

The currents shifted. Jack paused, looking back over his shoulder at the cave entrance. The ground started to rumble. Jack gasped, grabbing the edges of some of the holes in the rock to steady him. But it wasn’t enough. Soon, the ground was heaving and bucking. It was all he could do to hold on tightly.

Crash!

Jack screamed as something crushed his tail. The ground and rocks shook for a few moments more, much less intense as it gradually stilled. Once he was sure there was no more movement, he fell to the ocean floor, gills working heavily. He twisted around to see the entrance of the cave had collapsed. He wriggled, gasping as he felt the rough texture of the rubble dig into his scales. His and the end of his tail were still outside the cave, but the rest of him was stuck inside. “Sam?” he rasped.

The tiny little discus popped up in front of his face, immediately nuzzling against his cheek to reassure him. Jack sighed, relieved. “Okay. You’re okay, here we go.” He looked back towards the entrance of the cave. There were tiny chinks in the rubble, letting in a little bit of light from the water outside. He turned back to Sam. “Do you think you can fit through those gaps?”

Sam swam back over to the rubble, hovering next to the largest of the chinks. Jack nodded. “Okay, looks like you can.” He tried to turn around, yelping when his tail suddenly flared with pain. “Alright, Sam, you have to go get someone. Jackie, maybe, I think he can lift this up. You got that?”

Sam tilted in the water, acknowledging that she understood. Turning back to the rubble, they swam through the gap, disappearing outside. He hoped Sam would be fast...well, actually he knew she wouldn’t be. She wasn’t a fast swimmer, and they were some ways away from anyone’s home. Jackie’s was the closest, but he was out frequently. Almost all the time, in fact. Jack sighed. He was going to be here for a while...he just hoped that it wouldn’t be too long.

The water outside darkened. Jack settled down onto the rock floor of the cave and tried not to move his tail too much. Time passed, and Jack got bored. He tried humming an old human song he’d heard before, but forgot how the tune went. He tried talking to himself, but he ended up going in circles about how he was stuck in this cave, and his thoughts got darker with each ring around the cycle. Slowly, he started to notice how hungry he was. He hadn’t eaten too much before setting off on his latest journey, and now he was really regretting that.

Eventually he fell asleep.

…

“Jack! Say something!”

He jolted awake. The water around him was pitch black. He’d had the strangest dream...someone was singing to him, and there was this bright green light, wonderful to look at…

“Jack!” Something touched the end of his fin, and his tail jolted instinctively. He made some kind of small sound, something between a squeak and a groan. A big portion of his tail was numb where the rubble was on it, and the parts that weren’t numb were aching.

“Oh, thank gods.” He recognized that voice. Jackie. “Jack, I’m going to get you out of here, do you hear me?”

“Y-yeah…” Jack groaned. “I hear you…” He felt something bump against his head. “Sam?”

“Sam came to get me,” Jackie said. “Gods, you are so lucky I was home. Now lemme just…” Silence for a moment. “Tell me if you...i-if this hurts or something.” The rubble shifted a bit, and Jack yelped. “Sorry, sorry!” Jackie immediately backed off. “I can...um…”

“N-no, just go ahead,” Jack insisted.

“I’m trying to not...I’m trying to be gentle—”

“Just do it!”

Jackie grunted, and the rubble suddenly lifted off Jack’s tail. He quickly pulled it up to his chest, just before Jackie dropped the rubble. “Well, at least it’s not, uh...on you, anymore.”

Jack hissed. “Y-yeah.” He laughed a bit. “Now you can just throw all the rocks away without worrying.”

“Yeah, uh. Good point.” The pile of rubble shifted as some of the lighter pieces were tossed away. The inside of the small cave remained completely black, so Jack could just wait and listen to the grating sounds of shifting rubble. “I don’t think there’s any way this can collapse further,” Jackie said. “What...what happened, anyway?”

“The volcano was rumbling,” Jack explained. “Shook at just the wrong moment, when I was inside. Entrance fell.” He paused. “It’s not still shaking, is it?”

“That mountain? Uhh no, I don’t think so. Better be quick anyway. Can you try pushing some of the rocks from your side? Start from the top.”

Through their combined efforts, they managed to clear a space large enough for Jack to wriggle out. He stared at the environment around him, taking in some of the glowing coral and the dark waters that indicated it was night time. Squinting, he could barely make out Jackie’s figure in the darkness, treading water before him.

“How you feel?” Jackie asked nervously.

Jack immediately swam forward and tackle-hugged Jackie.

“Whoa!” Despite the size difference between them, Jackie was knocked backwards with the force of the hug. “You good there, dude?”

“I’m fine, I just...gods, I got really fucking...I’m fine,” Jack laughed nervously. He could feel Sam swimming in circles around his head, the water moving as she passed. “Thanks.”

“Alright. Glad to hear you’re okay.” Jackie patted Jack’s back, careful to avoid his dorsal. “You...are okay, right? Like, you need to see Schneep or anything?”

“Um...I dunno. Maybe?” His tail did feel a little bit...weird.

“Well, better safe than sorry.” Jackie shrugged. “Man, seems like I’m saving a lot of people lately.”

Jack chuckled. “That’s your job. And you’re good at it.”

“Damn right,” Jackie grinned. “Now c’mon, let’s go.”

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ikiyou · 4 years

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SKK: A Fishy Situation

Little Mermaid(man) AU

This is a follow-on snippet from yesterday’s angsty snippet. Featuring pirate Chuuya and a stupidly handsome washed-up castaway. Mermay FTW!!

Knocking sounded at the door to Chuuya’s room, and Akutagawa’s voice called out briefly before the door creaked open.

Chuuya pressed his fingertips to his lips. “I remember….you saved my life.”

“Ah, Chuuya remembers!” Dazai grinned up at him.

Chuuya scowled at the flippant acknowledgement before struggling to find the next words to say. “…w…why?”

Chuuya’s thoughts exploded. His face burned so hot, he was sure it could set the bathwater boiling. “S-s-stupid! Don’t say such stupid things!”

“Get off.”

Dazai shook his head, grinning.

“Let go.” He glowered down at the merman.

“Not until Chuuya promises he won’t tell anyone.”

“Chuuya, Chuuya, I believe you came up with that conclusion on your own!”

“Get off, you slimy mackerel!” And he kicked the fish out of the tub.

He’d have to make apologies to the matron of the house later for the water damage in the room below.

#bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #soukoku #little mermaid au #pirate au #my writing #my fics #my wips

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the-lupine-sojourner · 4 years

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A Merman and a Teacher [Request 1] [Merman!Kirishima/Takara] [No Quirk AU]

Hello my friends! No this story isn’t dead lol. In honor of MerMay, I guess, here’s another chapter of this story!

This was requested by @kitteylove who is super super sweet and patient. They requested this a while ago and I just now got around to finishing it. Sorry my friend! Anyway, I hope you like it!

One thing I need to mention is this entire story is basically a spin-off of @thetrashywritingwitch‘s AMAZING story, Tedium in Blue (here’s a link to the story on AO3). In their story, they kept the reader gender neutral, so while I used female pronouns accidentally in the first chapter when I mentioned the reader from Tedium in Blue, I will use they/them and Y/N as their name from now on.

Alrighty! Here’s Chapter 1 Link and Chapter 2 Link! Now, let’s get on to the story! I kinda feel like this went everywhere, but I’m getting tired and I wanted to get this up before I go to bed, so...please accept this. I might go back and edit later. Idk.

Ok for real, hope you all enjoy!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

It had been several months since I’d started meeting with Kirishima, whose first name I had yet to find out.

In that time, we’d grown very close, but Kirishima told me with his limited English that first names were very personal and intimate for merfolk.

Their first name was rarely shared with anyone until such time as the merperson in question chose a mate or had grown to trust another person so completely that they felt safe revealing their first name.

I had no right to ask him his first name, and still felt lucky he trusted me with his last name at all and kept risking discovery to see me every day (with a few breaks that he always told me about).

He was getting so good with English, we could almost hold normal conversations, but it was still limited to smaller words and we had to stop to let Kirishima figure out how to say a word in English sometimes.

“You’re good at words.” I praise when we were starting to wrap up our little meeting for the day.

“Kara stay please?” He asks in reply, looking suddenly sheepish.

‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ had been some of the first words I’d taught him after our first meeting, when I’d gotten dunked and Kirishima stole a kiss on the cheek.

I raise a brow. “Um...why?” I ask. He’d gotten so good about my leaving, trusting me to always come back the next day, I wondered if he was regressing for some reason.

“Meet friend.”

I frown. “What friend?” I ask.

“Friend.” He repeats.

I know he might not have the words to explain further so I try to help him. “Are they...like you?”

Kirishima nods eagerly. “Meet at dark on wood!” He chirps.

It takes a few moments for me to interpret what he’d said. “...You want me to meet your friend when sun down?” I ask. ‘Sun down’ or ‘dark’ was how Kirishima said night. Of course, living underwater, merfolk probably didn’t have the same concepts of night and day or even likely the passage of time. It was probably a miracle he was always here at roughly the same time. “What you mean ‘wood’?”

“Big wood human use.” Kirishima says slowly, pointing down the beach. I look where he’s pointing and see the very edge of the pier.

“That’s called a pier.” I explain. “That’s where you want me to meet your friend?”

Kirishima nods. I nod back.

Okay, so he wants me to meet some friend of his tonight at the pier.

Wait...hold on...that was where I saw that human (I think, anyway. For all I know they could have been a pixie. Who’s to say pixies aren’t real if mermen are?) and that blonde merman!

...Is the blonde merman Kirishima’s friend he wants me to meet?

There was something bugging me about this sudden desire of Kirishima’s to introduce me to his friend; why? Why now? I’d barely gotten him to admit there was a secret city of merfolk somewhere deep and far away in the sea. To repay his trust, I hadn’t asked any more questions about the city.

I wondered if there was a different friend he wanted me to meet, other than the blonde merman. Some merperson from this hidden city. Doubt it. He’d mentioned that no one leaves, and certainly never reveals themselves to humans.

That raises several questions about both my uncle’s encounter with a merman and the blonde merman meeting with that individual on the pier.

I push my questions aside for now, the curiosity about the friend proving too much to ignore. “Sure. I’ll meet you and your friend at the pier when sun down.” I promise, grabbing my phone and my water bottle before settling my goggles over my eyes. “Will we swim?” I ask just before heading out so I know if I can shower or not.

“No swim. Sit on p-peeer. We come see you.” He replies, stumbling over the new word.

I nod and let him swim closer as I got closer to the exit of our little alcove.

As is tradition, even after these few months, Kirishima offers his cheek and I give it a quick kiss. “See you later!” I call, another usual goodbye between us. I then dive and swim for the shore to get food, shower, and prepare myself to meet this friend of Kirishima’s.

I felt...oddly nervous. I knew this friend likely meant a lot to Kirishima and I suppose I just wanted to make a good impression. But then again...why? Why was I so concerned?

Maybe because Kirishima was trusting me with meeting his friend. Kirishima had been such a fascinating part of my life, I forget there’s so much I still don’t know about this merman.

He loved spicy food (but only some spicy food) and meat, playing with the phonetics app, and scratches behind the ear (in place of kisses) when he managed to learn a new word. He was always happy, playful, and a bit coy with me.

But I still didn’t know if he had siblings, how he got on with his parents, and really anything about his life. And merfolk culture, as well.

I knew that there was a lot to it and most of it I couldn’t understand if I tried, but there was a part of me that wanted to learn. That wanted to grasp just who Kirishima is.

Shaking myself, I finally stepped out of the shower, drying off and applying my few hair products quickly.

Then I pad barefooted out to my fridge and grab a few eggs, frying them quickly. I had to eat fast. It was already sundown and I didn’t want to keep Kirishima and his friend waiting.

Once I am done eating, I grab my phone and a light jacket. It got a little chilly at night.

Feeling my nerves returning as I walked closer to the pier, I find no obvious signs of merfolk about, so I go toward the end.

That’s then I hear a splash I somehow know wasn’t just a wave or a fish. I search the water and, again, find no signs of merfolk.

Sighing, I sit on the edge with my feet dangling toward the water, eyes and ears alert to any sign that the merfolk had arrived.

There was nothing yet.

Then, maybe a minute or two after I had sat down, I feel a sharp tug on my feet, nearly pulling me into the water.

Letting out a cry of surprise, I manage to keep from falling into the water, sitting back down with my now wet feet tucked under me.

I gaze down to see two ruby red eyes glaring at me from behind a rock, blonde hair swirling around the angry face I saw in the water.

I knew it! The blonde merman was the friend Kirishima wanted me to meet!

“He-hello.” I stammer, waving, unsure why I was feeling shy.

The blonde merman continues to glare at me from the water, then I hear a familiar voice.

“Kara came!” I look a little further out to sea to find Kirishima waving from the water, coming closer every second. Realizing he was about to come up to the pier, I hastily scoot aside to make room. He flops up to the pier, letting his tail flop in the water absently as his elbows took his weight and his chin went into his hands. “Bring friend.” He notes happily, gesturing vaguely to the angry blonde merman who thought he was hiding.

I chuckle. “Yes, but he no like Kara.” I reply. Kirishima rolls his eyes.

“He shy. That all. He meet other human here. You no other human.”

I blink. So it was a human. No pixies, after all. Interesting. “Right.” I say slowly. “Um…” I lean back over to look at the blonde merman who’s still glaring at me. I slowly wave at him. “Hi there! I’m a- -hey!” I got a face full of seawater for my troubles. The merman spat a mouthful of seawater at my face! Wiping it on my jacket, I glare back at the blonde merman, waving a finger at him. “Don’t be rude! I was saying ‘hi’!” I bark.

“I don’t like you!” The blonde merman snaps back.

I was taken aback that he knew any English at all, and I nearly overbalanced in shock that it was actually him that had spoken. I knew there was no one else around and that Kirishima would never speak to me like that ever, but it was so insane to me that this merman knew English.

Then his words truly processed and I glare at him. “Well, that’s just rude. I didn’t do anything to you.” I explain, crossing my arms.

“Wants his friend.” Kirishima stage-whispers in my ear. I laugh, but then the blonde merman grabs Kirishima’s powerful tail, and hauls him down into the water.

Squeaking in shock, I look over and see them wrestling beneath the surface, the blonde one seeming to barely be winning when Kirishima suddenly thrusts the blonde merman off of him, talking to his friend and gesturing angrily before coming back up and I have to move quickly aside again as he flops back up to the pier.

“You make Kirishima be stupid.” The blonde guy snaps at me, coming back closer to the pier and glaring at me again from the water.

“No, Kara not make me stupid!” Kirishima protests angrily The friend beckons to Kirishima gruffly and Kirishima pats my leg as if to say ‘sorry about him. Be right back!’ before diving back down.

The pair hold what looks like an argument before Kirishima seems to say something that shuts the friend up. Kirishima lets his words sink in a moment before coming back up. He was chittering, whistling, and hissing in his own language, which meant he was upset. He rarely got upset with me, but it had happened. Mainly when I tried to push him learning a more complex word before I stopped trying.

Kirishima was about to speak when the friend cuts over him, a webbed finger pointing at me. “Don’t tell humans about us or else.” He growls.

I cross my arms and roll my eyes at him.

While it was still shocking he knew so much English, I was also annoyed he was being so rude. He seemed different when I’d first seen him on the pier, but that was one incident. I didn’t have the full story on that scenario.

“If I wanted to do that, I would have done it when I first saw him.” I say, jerking my head toward Kirishima. Something told me telling this merman and Kirishima that I had first seen them talking to a human was not a good idea.

“Be nice!” Kirishima barks at his friend, saying something else in merfolk language (merspeech?) to which Blondy scoffs.

“Kirishima likes you. Don’t crush his heart.” Blondy growls.

I ruffle Kirishima’s hair. Blondy must really like Kirishima if he’s being this overprotective “I don’t plan to. Hey...Kirishima told me this is personal to you, but...what’s your name, if I can ask?” I try to phrase it in a polite way, so he wouldn’t be madder at me than he already was.

“...I don’t have to tell you.” Blondy growls.

I chuckle. “True, you don’t. But, it’s either that, or I call you Blondy from now on.” I tease.

“You do that, I scratch you. It’s Bakugo!”

I nod, extending a hand. It worked like I thought it would. “Great! My name is Takara, but my nickname is Kara.”

Bakugo reluctantly shakes my hand, appearing to realize he’d been duped into giving his last name.

Then...I heard a surprised voice call out from further down the pier. “He-hello?” I turn and see the person from that night on the pier striding toward me.

I stand. “...I suppose I need to explain, huh?” I begin, extending a hand again. “My name is Takara. I met a merman named Kirishima almost six months ago. I’ve been meeting him over in that alcove” I point out where I mean when the person makes no move to introduce themselves or shake my hand, “every day, and earlier today he asked me to come here later to meet a friend.”

The person is quiet for several seconds.

“...That dumbass.” The person growls, face-palming.

Kirishima unhelpfully pops his head up a few feet further in the water, watching us.

“Kirishima wants to say goodbye.” Bakugo says, rolling his eyes.

I blink, my heart dropping into my chest.

“What do you mean?” He hadn’t left in a long time. I found myself not wanting him to go anywhere despite knowing I couldn’t keep him here.

The human turns to me. “Bakugo is going back to the merfolk city. It’s a long story, but they’ll be gone at least a week, but maybe more. Kirishima is guiding him.”

I turn to Kirishima. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” I snap, irritated. He flinches back and I realize he might not understand all of what I was saying. I take a breath. “Kirishima, I would have understood if you need time away. No hiding things from me, okay?”

Kirishima slowly comes over, nodding sheepishly. “Sorry, Kara. No hide no more.” He murmurs.

I sigh, unable to stay mad at him for long. “I hope you have fun, okay? See you in a week.” He comes even closer and I take a few steps into the water to meet him, wearing shorts and sandals so I’m not ruining my clothes. He hugs me tightly and I hug him back, inwardly sighing at the instant rebuttal to my thought about not ruining my clothes. Ah, well. “Let’s let them say goodbye, ok?” I guide him toward our alcove, the water lapping against the bottom of my shorts now.

“I miss you all time.” Kirishima promises, blinking rapidly like he was about to cry.

“I’ll miss you, too.” I reply.

“Kara wait here?” He asks sheepishly. I tilt my head to the side.

“Ok...why?”

“Close eyes and no open!” He cries, now excited. Sighing at his antics, I close my eyes.

I hear him splash into the water and he’s gone, the sound of the waves and the distant conversation on the pier the only sound I heard.

Then, I felt a hand grab mine. Knowing it was Kirishima by the webbed fingers, I let him plop something into my outstretched hands. It felt like maybe...a rock? Or a shell?

“Kara open eyes.” Kirishima instructs and I do to see…

A oyster shell crafted into a necklace case. There was a necklace inside, with a very large pearl (one of the largest I’ve ever seen) as the pendant, with driftwood craftily carved around the pearl. The rest seemed to be some kind of cord, but from what I don’t know. It seemed like seaweed, but I wasn’t sure.

“Whoa...Kirishima...where did you get this?” I ask breathily, eyes locked on the gift, fingers brushing over it gingerly.

“Search all round. Find good pearl for Kara, get help make gift.” Was this what he was up to when he was gone?

I find a very simple version of a lobster claw clasp on the end of the woven cord, so I clip the damp necklace on. It rested halfway between my collarbone and sternum, the pearl glistening in the moonlight.

“I love it, Kirishima!” I praise, hugging him again.

Cheekily, Kirishima puts his cheek close to my lips in his traditional request for a kiss. I laugh. “Ok, but just one, then you gotta get going, alright?”

“...Alright.” He murmurs, not happy at leaving me for around a week. “Kara be waiting?”

“Kara wait.” I assure him. I kiss his cheek. “Now go before your friend gets madder than he already is.” Kirishima chuckles and dives, speeding toward Bakugo and the pair take off after Bakugo gets a kiss, too, only...on the lips? Whoa.

I shake myself. That was none of my business.

I could just leave and let the identity of the mysterious human on the pier remain a mystery...or I could go talk to them.

Deciding that it was too late to start talking about how we both knew mermen, I decide to pull up a notes app and type out my contact info while walking back to the pier along the shore, waving to Kirishima when I spot him in the distance.

I show them the note. “Here...in case you wanna talk.” I yawn as the other person takes their phone out and snaps a pic, yawning as well.

“I’ll see if I can call you tomorrow. We’ve got time to kill til the boys get back.” They reply slowly, as if unsure if they should really be doing this.

“Goodnight!” I call over my shoulder as I walk back to my apartment.

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I’d waited four days before coming again. I knew it would take closer to a week at the earliest, but I couldn’t help it.

Most times, I waited til evening when the other person who knew about merfolk (Y/N, as I came to learn their name was) would be there so we could talk, but they were hesitant and still a bit wary of me, which I suppose was justifiable, considering that I was a sudden interjection into their life and routine.

I started going to the alcove instead and waiting just outside the entrance, leaving Y/N to wait in private.

Time seemed to speed up somehow and, 8 days after the two mermen left for the merfolk city, I saw Kirishima’s long red tail zipping toward me as he raced to get back to me. I duck into the alcove and manage to get far enough back that Kirishima, while he does splash me, doesn’t land on top of me. He eagerly hugs me and I fall backwards into the shallow end of the pool in the alcove. Kirishima’s necklace dug into my chest, but I couldn’t care less as I scoot myself and Kirishima back so I could sit with his head in my lap. My legs were extended on either side of Kirishima’s lean muscular body.

His hand takes mine and he seemed to relax, smiling at me broadly.

“Kara waiting!” Kirishima purrs, stroking my hand happily.

I nod. “Yes, yes I was.”

“Not on wood like thought.” Kirishima muses and I blink.

“Oh I’m sorry!” I stammer.

“It ok.”

Before anything else could be said, I felt my foot being grabbed and, looking up, I see green eyes with a mop of green hair looking up at you from the water.

It took several seconds for anything to happen, both of us too stunned to do or say anything.

Kirishima then took the initiative, scooping me up, plopping me further up the shallow end and lightly shoving the new merman toward me, taking up what appeared to be a guard position at the exit, and I can’t help but still be flabbergasted. In a few more moments, my curious nature won out and I ease myself forward a little.

“Hello.” I greet, slowly extending my hand.

The new merman, this one green with hints of red in his tail, eyes wary but also curious like mine, swims a little nearer, hand reaching for mine.

Once his fingers touched mine, he seemed to forget his fear, coming closer still and examining my hand eagerly, my fingers and arm thoroughly explored by his webbed hand.

Evidently, the lack of webbing was as strange to this merman as it had been to Kirishima the day we met face to face.

The merman then started to explore down my torso and before I could peel his hands off, Kirishima barked in merspeech and the merman scooted away a little, looking ready to bolt, eyes darting sheepishly around to look at anything but me and Kirishima, his cheeks flushed.

I scoot back, draw my legs up, and extend one leg to him. The merman looks to Kirishima, who says something else in his language, nodding at me, and the green merman responds, sounding relieved and grateful, before gripping my foot again.

If it weren’t for all the times Kirishima had grabbed my foot, I’d have laughed aloud and withdrawn.

As it was, though I laughed, I held my foot still. The merman continued prodding and examining my foot before my ankle became a point of interest. After that, though he looked at my legs, he didn’t touch them like Kirishima had.

In fact, he scooted away from me, his curiosity apparently sated for now.

I look at my friend, a strange feeling forming in my gut. “You tell him not to touch my leg?” I ask.

Kirishima nods. “No touching you there.” He says with a bit of possessiveness in his voice and manner. It hadn’t been there before.

“Why not?” I ask, frowning. Normally, Kirishima was the type to go with the flow, not enforce rules.

Kirishima gets flustered, his face turning nearly as red as the green merman’s cheeks, but he swims closer to look me in the eyes. “Because merman no touch other’s mate.” He says sincerely.

My eyes go wide, and my heart skips a beat. His...what?!

“R-really?” I ask timidly.

“Yes. We mates in merfolk ways.” He explains. “That...that ok? Kara not mad?”

It takes a long few minutes for me to answer.

...I was someone’s mate?! What the hell happened at the merfolk city?!

“N-no...ah...no, Kirishima. Um, Kara not mad. Just...surprised.” I murmur slowly, trying to figure out why I wasn’t more upset about this.

I hadn’t been offered a choice, and yet...I wasn’t actually that upset at all. It seemed...fine, in a way. I knew I ought to be furious, but then again, I’ve never had a boyfriend and likely never would have. I’d simply never met the right guy, so...what if...what if maybe I could be happy meeting Kirishima everyday? I know we’d never be able to...well, make kids, but frankly I never liked the idea of intimacy.

I could honestly say I’d be happy to call Kirishima my mate and continue meeting as we are now if it made him happy.

I smile at Kirishima. Somehow, we’d make this weird relationship work.

I had a feeling this would be a great adventure.

The green merman now inched closer, not touching me but swimming to my other side.

In all the excitement about being declared Kirishima’s mate, I’d nearly forgoten about the other merman.

He says something in merspeech, as if asking a question, hands fidgeting nervously.

“He wants to give you his name.” Kirishima translates.

I blink. “Really?” I ask.

I look at the merman curiously. He smiles at me, then nods at Kirishima as if to say ‘go ahead’.

Kirishima points to the merman. “Midoriya.” He says. “That his family name.”

I nod. “Can you tell him my name is Kara?” I ask. Kirishima does, I assume, then Midoriya extends a hand. Apparently, hand shaking was also used in merfolk culture. I shake Midoriya’s hand.

Kirishima yawns suddenly. I smile empathetically at him. “You’re tired from your swim.” I say, stating it as a fact so he wouldn’t argue. “Go get sleep. We’ll meet here tomorrow.” I promise.

“You will?” He asks.

“I will.” I swear. “Always.”

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Sealing the Deal part 2

Summary: Dick has a perfectly reasonable idea.

a/n: There will probably be more parts to this since you people gave me so many ideas but for now here is some soft smut. Did I finish this just in time for the end of mermay? Yes.

warning: Attempt at soft smut

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Part 1

"Let's get married."

It takes around a minute for you to even register the fact that Dick had even said anything at all and another to parse out the meaning behind his words. You look up from the piece you've been slaving over for hours while Dick dozed on your lap.

"Let's get married." He repeats earnestly.

You narrow your eyes at him. You... clearly missed at least 2 diatribes and 40% of this conversation. "Uh Dickie, my love, did I miss the part where you divorced me or did I sleep through it like I did when Wally was preaching about raw fish?" You set your tools down and pull his pelt more tightly around you, feeling oddly protective of it.

Seeing you wrapped up in his pelt never failed to make Dick's chest flutter; unfortunately, he had to focus on the matter at hand. "As I was saying, we're married but not in the human way. "

"Ah- Yeah, I see that but.. that seems entirely unnecessary."

"There's no harm in it." Dick says, looking at you with big hopeful eyes. No matter whether it’s his liquid seal eyes or his bright baby blues, you’re still a sucker.

He is definitely up to something. Dick always uses that look when he really wants something and you can already feel yourself falling for it. Who thought giving this man the cutest face in the world was a good idea? Who?! You sigh. Spousal homicide is a bad idea, you tell yourself.

"You're so lucky you're terribly cute," you huff, "you're also lucky that there's a ferry coming tomorrow."

You mentally calculate how much time the whole trip would take but you know all that arithmetic is useless when you hazard a look at your husband. Dick beams, dimples appear at the corners of his mouth, and makes the happiest little noises.

You lean over the railing, watching the sea and feeling the wind comb through your hair. A pair of arms wraps around you making you squeak.

Dick buries his face in your hair and he sweeps you into his arms. "How's the most beautiful creature in the world?"

"Dunno Dick, how are you?" You smile.

Dick sniffles. "You're not allowed to be this cute."

"Hypocrite." You laugh wrapping your arms around him.

He nudges his face against yours.

"Are you liking your first boat ride?"

"I could still swim faster." Dick hums.

You roll your eyes. "Sadly for us, I can't."

"It's ok," he says, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear," it just means you can't escape me on this boat."

"Pfffft!"

"You're saying that now but look who I have in my hold." He chuckles, lips brushing against your neck.

"We're in public you dork!" You squeal.

"And?"

You sigh."You just like embarrassing me."

"Yup. Just ask Jaso- What's that?!" Dick says pointing to a statue on the shore. It was tall and proud with hair cascading down like a waterfall with a visage as hard as the rock it's carved on. You narrow your eyes trying to recall what the local told your father when you were younger.

"Oh, it's... It's a sea goddess I believe or maybe a selkie." You shrug at Dick who looks at it in awe. You supposed this is the first time he's seen a statue that big.

"I thought you said the people on the mainland didn't believe in selkies?"

"Er... ok, so there are mainlanders who are more inland where I come from and there's people near the sea. No, there are more divisions than that but- Ok, so the place where I came from the sea wasn't as important but here it is so they probably have more folk tales."

"I guess that makes sense," Dick says burying his face in your hair. "Did you have any folk tales?"

"Some but it was mostly cautionary about maidens being stolen away."

"Guess you didn't listen to them, huh?" he says, "did they say anything about stealing hearts?" Dick winks one of those winks that only he could make cute.

You huff into your scarf. "More about eating them, I think."

"I can do that if you want." He smirks cheekily.

You pat his cheek, trying to be as irritatingly condescending as possible. "You're still not scary."

Dick takes your hand in his and brings it closer to his lips. He pretends to bite at your fingers, his sharp canines dragging along the skin and nipping at the joints. "It’s because I love you so much."

Dick alternates between gawking at perfectly common sights like large cargo ships and flocks of sheep on the cliff and teasing the life out of you for the rest of the ferry ride.

You are the tiniest bit mortified that several passengers have seen your husband drag his teeth over your skin and toss you in the air for the fun of it. Dick was horrible at keeping a low profile. Not that acting reserved would have mattered anyway given how everyone's eyes were always drawn to him.

You can't blame them, his laughter is infectious and his smile was enough to make the gloomy morning look like a bright summer afternoon. You really really don't blame them for gawking but you just wish they wouldn't.

Not even fifteen minutes onshore and you're reminded why you only ever went into town with your father. Being meek by nature, you're often the target for unruly sailors. It never got too bad, not enough for you to call the cops at least. You would be lying if you wish it wasn't such a common occurrence to have some random guy shove his hand down your back pocket and squeezes your ass.

You jump, nearly dropping the little map of shops your father had drawn for you a while ago. A man passes behind you snickering quietly and yeah, knocking his teeth in would be amazing.

"Hey buddy, do you mind apologizing?" Dick asks, his voice dangerously pleasant.

There's a gnawing sense of foreboding forming in your stomach. It squirms in your gut until you grab Dick's sleeve. "Dick," you hiss, "it's not worth it."

You'd looked at the man and sadly, it really wasn't worth getting Dick's face punched in on his first visit to the mainland. You don't think anything worth getting Dick hurt.

The men turn back to your and the dread in your stomach solidifies. Even your dad was never dumb enough to piss off sailors especially ones built like I train would be dented when hitting them.

"I don't see the problem, pretty boy," the man spits like he'd said the word fungus, "The lass doesn't have a problem with it, do you?" He leers at you. It makes your skin crawl. He steps closer, invading your space, and places a hand on your shoulder. "This lassy here and I go waaaay back." He says, sliding his hand down your arm. You have absolutely no doubt that this man is sloshed because you have never seen him before in your life. You are pretty plain, so that makes sense but yeah, this is the first time you've seen his mug.

"A lass like you shouldn't be dressing like that if you know what's good for you."You open your mouth to protest but only manage to tighten your grip on Dick's sleeve.

There's a split second between Dick flickering his eyes to you and the satisfying sound of a fist making contact with a jaw. The man falls to the ground narrowly avoiding smashing his head into the cobblestones.

"Get up and apologize to her." Dick growls, teeth bared. He pushes forward. You're about as stunned as the man on the ground. Dick's poised for a fight and you have no doubt he'll have no problem getting into a row. You need to stop Dick from doing anything stupid. You wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing your eyes shut. You bury your face into his coat. You want to tell him that it's fine, that you're used to things like this, that you don't want him to get hurt. This whole thing isn't worth him getting hurt. You're not worth him getting hurt. But the only thing you can manage is a weak "It's not worth it."

Dick squeezes your hand. You're trembling and Dick feels awful for scaring you but he doesn't stop glaring at the man. He guesses he's made his point loud and clear. He softens a fraction, maneuvering you to his side and wrapping an arm around you. There's still a snarl caught in the back of his throat but contrary to popular belief, Dick isn't hot-headed enough to ignore you. All he wants to do now is get you to safety.

You squeeze him with your arms, your face still scrunched as if bracing for impact. "Let's go shopping for those rings, yeah?"

Dick sighs with an indulgent smile. "Ok, honey." He kisses the crown of your head. "I love you, I’m sorry."

"Don’t be sorry," you say, snuggling tighter into him. "You know I only want you and--” That wasn’t even the point. You are really bad at this. “--and you really should be more careful. What if you got hurt?"

"Did you miss that killer right hook? He sure didn't."

A small smile shapes your lips. "Moron."

"Still love me though." He says, bringing your knuckle to his lips.

You shake your head. "It's unfortunate really."

"You know the more time I spend here the less I believe the fact that you didn't know what selkies were," Dick says holding up another seal necklace.

You look at him, wince at the bruise blooming on his knuckle but continue. "My dad and I went into town twice a year and they were only ever day trips." You say, setting down a cheap shot glass with a blubbering seal. It wasn't strictly a lie. It was more of a guesstimate. You look away from him and mumble a "I thought they were called Setties."

Dick snorts loudly and you have a heart attack thinking he reverted back to his seal form. "Setties?" He snorts again and you think he's gonna suck in all the dust from the store.

"Yes, Setties." You repeat grumpily, "I was 7. Cut me some slack!"

"When have I ever cut you some slack?"

"Never."

"Mhm, exactly."

"Why do I love you again?"

"Because I'm the cutest person, you know?"

"I dunno, Dickie." You drawl, picking up a couple of little seal stuffed toys. They were cute with their round faces and distended bodies. Their black eyes didn't quite do justice to your favorite trouble maker but they're close enough in huggableness."These little guys could give you a run for your money."

Dick makes an affronted squawk. You hold them to Dick's face for inspection and ask: "Should we buy the black one or the white one?" Truly, a matter of life and death.

Dick scrunches his face in thought. "The black one obviously."

"But the white one looks cute too." You whine.

Dick gives you a grumpy pout. You ignore him. "Why don’t we get both?"

Dick crosses his arms. "Why-"

"Yanno... A pair like us..." You say, pulling them closer to your chest and looking up at him hopefully.

Dick looks at you wearily. "How could I argue against such a solid argument?" Dick says, tousling your already windswept locks.

"What do you think I’d look like as a seal?" You ask absently as you exit the store. You'd managed to drive the price down with a little haggling and a bit of distraction from Dick.

"Beautiful."

You grin at him. "Again buttering me up won't make me buy you more sweets."

"I can think of other things to eat." Dick says, his pink tongue darting over his lips as he looks at you.

You swallow, mouth feeling dry. Dick is horrible to you today.

The old antique shop was dustier than you remembered. Part of you suspects that the particles sprinkled on all the shelves is in fact just the old owner's cremated remains but you don't really wanna find out if it's true.

You comb through the shelves, feeling like a pirate in search of treasure. The expensive rings with their big rind stones were stowed away on a shelf behind the shopkeeper but everyone one knows that if you want the good stuff you have to search for it yourself.

Dick seems to be happy looking through all the strange knickknacks, so you carry on.

You nearly squeal with glee when you find a ring. It was a band of silver carved into the shape of a seal curling in on itself as it slumbers. You smile holding it close to your chest. "Give me your finger."

"That... is a very strange way to put it."

"Just give me your hand." You say holding out your own. Dick, still incredulous, puts his hand in yours. You bite back a smile as you put the ring on his ring finger. Your lips stretch even as you dig your teeth in. It was a good fit. You're embarrassed to say you were bouncing on your heel with excitement.The silver looks lovely against his tanned skin.

Dick inspects it. "And you said subtlety wasn't my element."

"It really isn't," you say, smiling down at his hand. "But I never did say it was mine either." You could easily find another ring if he doesn't like it but you're quietly hoping he does. You try not to watch his face, not read too deeply into his expressions.

"I like it. Let's try to find a matching one."

Much to your amusement, you did find something but it's.... You snort as you put it on.

"It kind of matches." Dick says wearily.

"It's a fish." You laugh.

"Um... it's a pretty silver fish."

"Absolutely ravishing, huh?"

"Exactly like my wife." Dick says, nipping at your ear.

Your ear burns and you cover it hastily.

"Let's just go pay for them." You say, shoving at him lightly.

"So you do like it?" He asks, peaking through your fingers.

"Yes, you dork. Now, stop being cute." You say, shoving him again.

"Never." He chuckles.

"Is this the statue from the harbor?" Dick asks, poking at the little replica on the shopkeep's counter.

"Aye lad, the natives worshiped the sea before we came along. Kooky fellows but they knew a thing or two about the sea. They even talked about the selkie. Those blood-thirsty women folk of the sea. "

Dick scrunches his nose. You press the heel of your palm to your lips holding back a laugh.

"Well, I’ve heard some different of stories." Dick says, leaning into the counter, his eyes shining mischievously.

The old shopkeep leans in, looking around. "Like what?"

Dick leans in a bit more, his voice hushed and conspiratorial. "I hear they try to trap fair maidens into marriage to bear children for them."

Dick winks unabashedly. You flush. "What?!"

"C'mon lad," the shopkeeper snorted like a walrus, "we all know that all selkies are women folk."

"That’s the thing," Dick says, resting his hands on his intertwined fingers. He grins. "I’ve been out at sea a while, my whole family has aaaaand," he drawls in his other voice. The shopkeep looks entranced. "We've heard of different tales."

"Do tell."

"My family have heard tales of male selkies, those who seek women to carry on the selkie way." Dick pushes off the counter, spinning around on his heel theatrically. "We heard of old lore when they used to kidnap unsuspecting women by the sea shore." You vaguely recall this version but it seemed like ages ago. "But now," he says, stepping closer to you. "Now, they are much more persuasive." Dick winks at you and you resist the urge to elbow him.

"I also heard they're quite persistent." You say, leaning against him.

"Quite." Dick says a little too fondly.

"Hnnn, never heard that one." The shopkeep says tilting his head. "Do you have anymore?"

"Oh, I have a ton of seafaring stories if you'd like. I’ve heard stories about the Cthulhu."

"Cthulhu?"

"The great horror of the deep."

"The only horror here is the lack of treasure chests." The shopkeep huffs. You would be inclined to agree if Tim and Damian weren't so good at finding them.

"Oh this is no tall-tale my friend," Dick says, wrapping an arm around the man's shoulders, "we heard that he awakes once every 10 years to roam the deep seas. Why do you think boats go missing with no trace?"

Monsoons, you think.

"Like that submarine last summer!"

Dick nods sagely "Exactly."

You want to slap your palm against your forehead. There is no way he can believe that hokey, right? ... You are literally married to a selkie. Do you really have any room for skepticism? You sigh. You suppose not.

"The sea is a mysterious maiden just like those sires. A tricky bunch, slippery and smart not like mermaids."

"Have you ever heard one?!" The shopkeep nearly folds over the counter.

"Once when I’d been at sea for 4 months, I heard the most beautiful song in my life, kind of like a mirage but it was a misty night at sea."

The shopkeeper gasps.

You blink. This is news to you.

"Luckily, my father pulled me from the towboat before I set off towards it." You try to imagine it and somehow it's funnier than the idea of Dick being bloodthirsty.

Dick regails Bruce's spat with a sea witch and Alfred's horrifying tale with a kraken. Even you were enthralled by all his tales. Having the shopkeep thoroughly wrapped around his finger. He leans in close again. "Sorry, I got so lost. How much were these rings again?"

The man blinks as if resurfacing from a trance. "A sea-loving man like you? You can keep it for five coffers."

You gape at him, eyes blown wide. That’s less than what you pay for bread.

The man turns to you. "Lass, you better keep an eye on him. This one belongs to the sea."

He's... not wrong.

"You really are too kind," Dick says handing the money over.

"Anytime lad. Feel free to come back with more of your stories!" He calls out as you two walk out the door.

“Since when were you a sailor?” You ask, nudging your shoulder against his.

“Since Jay told me stories.” He answers, nudging back.

“So they were all made up?” You ask, shaking his arm.

Dick hums noncommittally.

You frown at him. “C’mon fess up, pup.”

“Not *all* of them. I just spiced up the truth, that’s all.”

“The sirens?”

Dick freezes.

“Wait, are sirens real?” You gape, pounding your hand on his chest.

“Well, kinda.”

“Kinda?!”

Dick walks ahead of you trying to avoid your question. He does the mature thing and plugs his ears with his fingers. You continue to pester him all the way down the street.

The scent from the bakery wafted in the air calling to both of you as you two continue to bicker. Your stomachs cry out in a chorus. You look at your watch. You knew you'd forgotten something.

"I'll get us something to eat," Dick says, clearly staring at the cupcakes. Getting cupcakes wouldn't hurt. It would be better than getting an actual wedding cake.

You shake your head. "I might sit for a bit." You say handing him your purse and wrenching the bags from his grip. He huffs but doesn't complain.

You park yourself on a bench just outside the bakery. Going to town is just as exhausting as you remember it being. You lull your head back, looking to the sky. What are the odds that it's safe to just doze off here on the bench? Probably pretty low.

Dick watches you from a window, snickering. You were so cute when you're nodding off. He should probably ask if they sell coffee too because you look like you're going to need the entire pot.

He lets a woman go in front of him because Alfred taught him manners and not because he was delighted to see you nearly fold into your shopping bags. You startle and yelp then straighten up. Great seas, you're so cute.

"Hey handsome, can I get a name?"

Dick turns to the woman with an amicable smile. "Oh, the name's Dick."

"I'm ..." Dick is barely paying attention when he sees you take out one of the rings you'd bought with a stupidly happy smile on your face as you try it on. You look up at your hand and Dick can't help the twitch of his mouth.

You wave to him, feeling his eyes on you. He waves back with a thousand-watt smile.

There's a hand sprawled on his chest. "I've never seen you here before." The woman purrs. Dick steps back, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm from out of town-"

"That explains it." She says, batting her eyes.

Dick's not too concerned, not when you've just disappeared from his sight. Dick's about to run outside when he feels a familiar pair of arms wrap around his waist.

"My husband and I are just here for a day trip to run some errands." You huff glaring at the woman.

Dick wraps an arm around you, chuckling at the priceless expression on your face.

"Dickie, did you want to introduce me?" You ask sweetly.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." Dick says, feeling genuinely bad because he really wasn't paying attention. In his defense, you were distracting him.

"I'm Mia."

"I'm (Y/n)." You say trying not to puff your cheeks. You clearly just want the woman to go away.

Dick wants to pinch you for being so cute. The disgustingly sweet aura you two radiate was enough to make the woman go away. Much to your relief and Dick's amusement. Dick lets himself sink into your embrace.

Dick pinches your cheek as you get the bread from the counter. You swat his hand away with a loaf of slightly stale bread you were gonna rework later. "What?!"

"Nothing, you're just so damn cute, honey." Dick laughs, pinching your cheek again.

"Says the dork who punched someone." You say, pecking him on the lips.

Dick rolls his eyes. "He totally deserved it."

"Sure, sure."

Ok, he did.

Dick pecks your lips. "Let's go find you a bouquet and a minister so you can keep that ring on."

You flush not noticing that you haven't taken the ring off. Dick looks down at you like he's the luckiest man in the world.

“Will it still make you happy?” Dick asks, fidgeting in front of the courthouse.

You raise a brow at him prompting him to elaborate.

“Getting married without a proper ceremony, I mean.”

Ah. You clutch the bouquet of cornflowers to your chest, twining your finger with his. “As long as I have you it’ll be perfect.”

Dick sniffles. “Stop saying things like that.”

“You started~”

Dick presses his forehead against your, letting out a low trill. “I can’t wait to sign on the paper and make you my wife. Officially.”

You nudge your nose against his. “I can’t wait either.”

The minister looks between the two of you suspiciously, probably looking for signs of which one of you suggested eloping. “You may now say your vows.”

Dick takes out a crumpled sheet of paper with yellowing edges. In a cool crisp voice, he begins to speak:

“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.”

The wind rises in your chest, tears welling up in your eyes. You try to keep yourself together.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hope, always perseveres.”

You cup your hand over your mouth, your father’s words coming to life through Dick’s voice.

“Love never fails.”

Dick reaches out to you, wiping the tears running down your face. You don’t know if Dick knows how much that meant to you but you’re endlessly thankful.

You feel flush. You’re not really sure you could follow that up. God, you really should have prepared more. You take a deep breath and will yourself not to turn tail and run.

Set me as a seal upon your heart,

as a seal upon your arm;

for love is strong as death,

passion fierce as the grave.

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

a raging flame.

Many waters cannot quench love,

neither can floods drown it.

If one offered for love

all the wealth of one’s house,

it would be utterly scorned.

Dick looks at you, fondness curving his lips. You smile back at him sheepishly.

The minister clears his throat. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Dick picks you up and spins you around then brings you close to kiss you. You giggle at his theatrics. In the corner of your vision, you could see the minister just looking extremely tired.

“Give me the bouquet.”

You don’t mainly because you have a policy of making people explain things before you do anything and also because you were hoping to throw the bouquet yourself.

Dick tilts his head. “Uh, give me two.” He pauses. “Please?” “Will you promise me this won’t curse anyone?”

“Just because my dad’s girlfriend is a sea witch does not mean I curse people.”

“And you feel absolutely no need to unpack that, huh?”

“Sweetie, pleeeeeease.” He gives you the big eyes and you silently wonder how selkie divorce works.

You hand him two flowers. He pinches off the stems and says: “Hold out your hands.”

“Can I at least know what kind of ungodly ritual my husband is suckering me into?” You huff as he puts one of the cornflowers in your palms.

“It’s more superstition really. My mom used to say that if you tell a flower about your love for someone and let the sea carry it away, then your love will be able to weather storms.”

You want to tell him that based on the stories the sea had nothing to do with the ferocity of his parent’s love but when you look back into the glitter of nostalgia in his eyes you know that there is nothing for it.

You hold the cornflower close, whispering promises to it, an endless litany of devotions that you hope only the sea will hear. Dick beside you does much the same with regular pauses and additions to his. When you’re both finished, you let the flowers fall harmlessly into the water and watch them, despite all odds, drift together in the ocean.

Dick nuzzles you into the floor. You lay flat on his pelt as Dick hovers over you. He kisses you, nipping at your bottom lip. You hum and slide your hands up his back and part your lips to give him access. Dick pulls away, dragging his lips down your face. His teeth graze on the skin of your neck. Feeling ticklish, you giggle. He smiles pressing another wet kiss to your skin before pulling back. You whine already missing the close contact.

"I think we forgot something." Dick says, gently grasping your wrist and kissing it.

You furrow your brow. You play with his hair as you try to think. "Pretty sure we did everything," you mumble. You shiver when you feel Dick's teeth catch on your pulse, his luminescent eyes staring at you intently. "I'm telling you, sweetheart, you're forgetting something."

You groan. It would be easier to think if Dick's lips weren't on your skin. "We've gotten the rings, thrown the rice, and hit Wally in the head with the bouquet..." You bite back a squeak when Dick sucks a hickey onto your wrist.

"Getting warmer, darling."

You flush. You try to control your breathing but your skin feels so hot against his. You and Dick have met with a minister and he's also carried you over the threshold... All that's left is...

You can feel Dick's hand slide up your shirt, his hand warm against your chilly skin. "Consummation." You whisper, swallowing thickly.

Dick's eyes are bright and mischievous in the firelight. "Bingo." He lets go of your wrist and lowers himself to press a hungry kiss on your lips; it was all tongue and teeth as his hips move against yours. He pinches your nipples between his fingers drawing out a gasp from you. Dick takes this chance to deepen the kiss. He groans into the kiss when you tug at his hair.You moan against him, wrapping your legs around his waist trying to pull him closer. Your movements are clumsy, speaking to your inexperience. Dick is going to take his time with you.

Dick kisses your nose and pulls away. He can’t resist. Dick drags the shirt slowly over his body. He hears your breath hitch and a vain sort of pride fuels Dick’s ego. It was one thing for other people to tell him he was pretty. It was an entirely different thing to have you look at him with so much awe and reverence. That look in your eyes always makes his skin prickle with delight.

You trace the shape of his muscles with your fingers, your mouth parted slightly as you drink in the sight of him. Dick is no less awe-inspiring than the first time you saw him. You marvel over the scars crisscrossing his chest and arms. None of the imperfections on his skin ever managed to dull his beauty. Unfairly, they only enhanced it and took your breath away every time you noticed a new detail about him. Your hand drifts down to the V of his abs; the tough makes him tremble as it dips closer to the hem of his pants. Dick takes in a sharp breath before kissing you again. It was partly because he could never get enough of your lips and partially to get your attention.

“Honey, I want to see you too.” He whispers into your lips.

Your body locks up at his words and a heat spreads across your chest, your neck, and up to your ears. Your mouth feels so dry all of a sudden and your feet turn into blocks of ice. What if Dick finds you repulsive? What if he sees you naked and he can’t stand what he sees? Will he leave or will he smile through it all the while gritting his teeth through it? You’re not pretty, not the way Dick is and you certainly can’t measure up to the other Selkies you’ve met. How the flying fuck were you supposed to compte with Babs or Kori? You seriously consider running away and hiding in your room until you feel Dick’s teeth graze against the column of your neck.

“Please.” He breathes and his voice is so thick with want that it’s enough for you to forget the desire to melt into the baseboards even for just a moment. You don’t want him to be disappointed, to know that he’s traded down. You’re scared. You don’t want to be but you’re fucking terrified.

“It’s ok,” he whispers. “I know you’re nervous.” He kisses your forehead. Dick knows he needs to be patient. He’s waited to feel all of you for this long. He’s willing just to wait a bit more if it means you’re comfortable.

You close your eyes, grabbing the hem of your shirt. Dick kisses your eyelid. He bites his lip, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into your flesh. It’s so supple and hot against his. Instead, he busies himself by helping you out of your bra but his fingers are clumsy with his brain too full of your skin. You giggle as you both fumble for the clasps.

Dick wastes no time peppering your chest with kisses once you’re completely bare. “So pretty.” Dick purrs against your chest. He nuzzles into the valley of your breasts as he feels your breaths even out. Sliding his hands up and down your sides reverently, he makes certain that you know just how beautiful you are with every bite, every kiss, and every touch.

His attention goes to your breasts. You arch your back as Dick begins rolling your nipples between his teeth. He savors all the little gasps and mewls you make. "Dick." You sigh out his name happily. Dick groans, hips gyrating against yours. "Dick." You repeat, tugging at his hair. You rock your hips in time with his.

Your voice is driving him insane. The way his name rolls off your tongue like silk fries his nerves. All he wants to do is make you scream it over and over while he takes care of you and lets you know just how good you feel against him.

"That's it baby, let me make you feel good."Dick says, giving your nipple one last lick before taking care of the other. "I wanna make you feel so good, sweetheart."

The husky quality of his voice makes you shiver. Your fingers travel down his back, fingernails lightly scraping against his skin. He trembles against your as you slide your hand down his chest and down his pants. Your fingertips brush against the head of his member. You wrap your hand around his cock, teasing his head with your thumb. Your thumb is wet with his precum as Dick pants softly into your skin. Dick can't help but move against your hand.

"Sweetheart," he grunts, " I can't... I-"

Dick grasps your wrist, pressing a kiss to it before pulling it over your head. You whine. Dick's breaths tickle your ear as he tries to steady them. He kisses your cheek and nibbles on your ear. Dick grabs your other arm and pins it down next to the other, pinning both hands with one hand. You squirm underneath him, trying to break his hold.

"Let me take care of you." He says, trying to level his voice but you're making it so hard.

You drag your leg up his calf. Dick brushes his lips down your neck, sucking a hickey into every available surface of your skin on the way down your hips and murmuring ‘I love you’ as he does.

"Dick, please." You moan.

"Sweetheart," Dick says, biting the soft flesh of your hip.

You wriggle in his grip causing the hand wound around them to tighten. Dick watches you intently as he bites another hickey into the flesh or your hip. You gasp out his name and Dick can feel his cock twitch. He needs more.

“Shhhh, I know, Honey. Shhhhhh.” Dick says, kissing along the hem of your pants before his teeth catch on the fabric. Dick tugs the button free and pulls the zipper down with his teeth. You think your heart stops. Every little thing he does drives you up the wall. He hooks his fingers to the top of your pants and pulls them down slowly. You can feel the fabric drag against your skin as Dick presses I love yous up your leg.

Dick bites lightly at your ankle as he tosses your pants over his shoulder. Dick licks his lips, they’re plush and glossy from the saliva. He’s looking at you with so much love and adoration that you feel yourself melt. You’re suddenly painfully aware of your nakedness. You snap your legs shut shyly, withdrawing your ankle from his hold. You curl in on yourself, muttering an apology.

He shakes his head, chuckling softly. Dick pushes the hair out of your face. He presses his forehead against yours, kissing you softly and running his hands up and down your sides. Your legs slowly open to let his body closer to yours. You just want to feel his skin against yours.

"I love how your body reacts to me, honey." Dick winks.

You wrap your arms around him, your muscles relaxing a fraction. He can feel the ring on your finger dig into the back of his neck. You are his and he is yours. Dick trills at the thought. You laugh, the vibrations from his lips tickling you.

"I love you. You know that, don't you?" Dick asks, nibbling your lip.

"The whole world knows," you snort, "especially after that fiasco at the town square."

"I had to protect my wifey's honor." He says with a cheeky smile that takes over his face.

"Somehow, I feel like knocking his teeth in was a bit much." You say, pulling him into another kiss because... well, your husband is awfully adorable even if he is a disaster.

"Only seems fair," he says, his hand travelling down your body, kissing your clavicle, "he was being rude to my wife." Dick's fingers dip between your soaking folds. You were dripping just for him. Dick would be lying if he said that didn't inflate his ego. With his fingers curled inside you as he drags them in and out, you arch into him. You thread your finger through his hair and pull.

"Dickie, I want you," you whisper, rubbing your knee against his crotch. "I want you so much."

Dick ruts against your leg, breath ragged and desperate. Dick's body is so sensitive to your touch; it's ridiculous.

"I want you too." He manages barely above a whisper.

"Then fuck me, " you look away from his, biting your lip, "please?"

"Honey," he groans. God, why did you have to say it like that? "You're going to make me cum."

"Isn't that the point?" You ask, your nails dragging on his back as you try and fuck yourself on his fingers.

What did Dick do to deserve you?

"It is," he says, taking his hand out of your folds. "But not before I can make you cum first." He licks his fingers in front of you never breaking eye contact as he does.

You cover your face and squeak because damn it Dick you can't just- Who does that?!

Dick hastily shimmies out of his pants, his cock springing free. You hear a pap as his cock slap against the toned muscles of his stomach. You squeak, peaking through your fingers, the slap ringing sinfully in your mind. Dick lets out an amused breath as he hovers over you. Stroking his length, he smears the precum along your inner thigh, whispering how much you turn him on and how he can't get enough of you.

"Sweetheart, I want you to look at me while I fuck you." He grunts and the air in your lungs evaporate. You think you'll follow suit in a few seconds. "Sweetheart, don't make me beg you."He says into your neck.

Dick, you're not helping, you think to yourself but the saccharine way he always says your pet names has you giving into the request. Dick is smiling down at you and your heart melts. He kisses you deeply. You wrap your limbs around him, your heels digging into the small of his back and your fingers tangled in his locks as he slowly enters you.

He moans into your lips and you moan into his. There's a burning stretch inside you that has you begging for more. He bottoms out and your walls flutter around his cock trying to accommodate his girth. A shiver travels up his spine feeling your velvet walls trying to milk his cock. Dick pulls away from the kiss to whisper: "I love you."

"I love you too, hubby. Please move."

"Aye aye, wifey." He says slowly, pulling his length out. You can feel the long drag of his cock against your walls. You mewl for a lack of anything intelligent to say.

The sound is enough to egg him on. He pushes in and out of you in long strokes, enjoying how your body rocks against his chasing your own pleasure. You pepper kisses to his chest and leave your own marks. Dick would be embarrassed by the lewd noises he makes as you do so but he's too caught up in you to really care. He doesn't even care if the whole world can hear him right now, all he cares about is that you're his and that you're loving this as much as he is.

"Baby, you feel so good. Your pussy was made for me. Ah!" Dick says, his hips stuttering when he feels you clench at those words. He kisses your shoulder. He loves the way his name falls from your lips as if it's the only thing you know how to say. "That's it baby. You're so pretty moaning and gasping and begging for my cock."

All Dick can focus on is the sound of your skin slapping against his. You kiss up his neck, nibbling at his Adam's apple as he swallows. "Dickie, I want more."

Dick's mind comes crashing to a halt.

"Dick, please. I want to feel you more. Please, go faster." You say, voice husky with want. It makes Dick feel like his body has turned to gelatin.

He kisses your forehead, a blush spreading across his skin. "Sweetheart, I can't."

"Please Dick." You breathe, pouting at him.

Fuck, you can't look this cute while begging him to fuck you... twice. That's just not fair.

"Sweetheart, if I go any faster, I'm going to cum." The embarrassment is hard to hide.

You drag your nails across his back and lick a stripe up his neck." Dick, I want you to fill me up. Dick, please, I'm so close." You beg, teeth catching on his collarbone, looking at him with watery eyes.

Dick is a sucker and he can never say no to a pretty face. He kisses one of your eyelids before slamming his hips into yours. His balls slap against your skin as he thrusts in and out with wild abandon. He thrusts deeper at an angle that was sure to hit your g spot every time.

You sing his name sweetly as you pull him closer. Your nipples rub against his chest as you bounce on his cock. Your walls constrict around him making it harder to pull out every time. All he wants to do is to stay inside you and revel in your warmth but he wants to bring you over the edge and fuck you stupid. He rolls your clit between his fingers as you whimper into his neck.

You both cum crying each other's name. Dick kisses you as he fucks you through your orgasm, painting your walls with his hot seed.

Dick rests his weight on top of you as he pulls out with some of his seed painting your inner thigh. "I love you." He pants.

"I love you too, you heavy lug." You grouse, trying to push him off of you.

Dick has mercy on you and rolls you two over with you resting on top of him, perfect for cuddling you.

Dick whispers "I love you" and other praises every time he opens his mouth and you return the sentiment by kissing a different part of his face.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Dick flushes seeing just how many hickeys he's left you and he flushes even harder seeing his own chest marked up.

"Sorry about that," He says kissing one of the marks. "I just can't help myself-" Kiss "-You look so pretty covered in love bites-" Kiss "-Sweetheart, you gotta stop sounding cute. I'll get hard again- Fuck."

Your hand wraps around his shaft, fingers brushing against his skin experimentally. "But I want you." You say bluntly.

Dick is going to combust. "I want you to. I've wanted you like this for so long."

You stop. Your thumb brushes against the tip of his already leaking cock. Your lips curl into a smile. "Is that why you were so adamant on getting married?" You snicker, booping his nose with yours.

"No, yes, maybe... partially." He stammers out.

You snort. "You know that wasn't necessary for us to..." The flush creeps back on your lips. You somehow have the audacity to look shy while still stroking his shaft. Dick is going to burst.

"I didn't want you to miss out on it," Dick says steadying his breath, feeling himself get harder as he talks or attempts to, "I wanted you to experience it since you told me you dreamt about it as a kid."

You stop and Dick bucks to urge you to keep going.

"You remembered that?" You ask, the expression on your face is complicated.

Dick sits up, brushing a finger against your cheek. "Of course, I did."

"Dork." You sniffle, kissing his cheek.

"Only for you," He laughs but it's cut off by the movement of your hand. "Sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?" He gasps, biting into his knuckle.

"I'm only thanking you for being so sweet." You tease, spreading your mixed juices all over his cock. "and I just love my hubby that's all."

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