#i like sea shanties and girls with weapons and that's why this exists
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Gay Sailors Are Gay AU? Yes? No?
“Do you ever think about getting out of here?”
“Hmm?”
“Off this old tub, I mean. Do you ever just… think of leaving?”
“Mm, sometimes, I guess. You?”
“I…” A sigh. “I want to be captain of my own ship. I want to sail under my own flag, as far as I want, wherever I want. I don’t want to be a deckhand for the rest of my life.”
She smiles at Catra in the dim light of the moon. “And what will the illustrious Captain Catra do on a ship of her own?” She says it teasingly, but she’s genuinely curious.
She sees her cot mate’s face and ears perk up as she flashes bright white fangs. “I’d become the best pirate that’s ever sailed! I’d rake in enough loot to buy an island from the Crown and make it a home. I’d have the best and fiercest crew and together we’d have the most feared and respected rig on these seas.” She wiggles closer to Adora, as much as she can without jostling their small cot too much. “And you’d be there with me,” she whispers, her mismatched eyes glowing in the dark.
“As your first mate?”
“As my co-captain,” Catra corrects, her fingers playing with Adora’s under their thin blanket. “It’ll be you and I in charge for a change. Making decisions, leading a crew.” She presses their foreheads together. “Fighting side by side, with all the wealth and glory in this world ours for the taking.”
“I’d like that a lot,” Adora whispers against Catra’s mouth, so close to her own. She is grateful for the night when their lips meet. The privacy and intimacy of this moment is a greater treasure to her than a dozen chests of gold.
The kiss is sweet and slow, and she can’t seem to get enough of it. Catra’s tongue against her own is so tantalizing that she can only deepen the contact. It’s only when she feels the need for oxygen that she breaks away. She tries to breath, but her mouth is filled with blood and saltwater. She coughs, gasps, but she can’t seem to get any air, only succeeding in spluttering out more salt and copper and bile onto the deck as Catra looks on in horror. Her side is burning. She looks down and watches red gush from her stomach and ruin her linen shirt and jerkin. She’s freezing, all the warmth in her bones leaking out of the place where the lead shot pierced her skin. She holds her wound with one hand and reaches out to Catra with the other. Catra just stands there, stock still, mouth agape. There’s the percussion of a flintlock, and she gasps as the second shot punctures her chest, right between her ribs. The force knocks her back, and she’s falling, falling, falling forever until she feels the unforgiving bite of the ocean all around her. She sinks beneath the waves that beat against the side of the ship, down and down and down. A tendril of inky darkness is pulling her further below, until she can’t even see the refracted light of the moon. There’s nothing but darkness now, darkness and a pain that lessens as the cold gets worse.
There’s nothing, nothing… Except she feels her body shaking. There’s nothing at all. “Captain! Yo, Adora!”
She jerks awake, her eyes snapping open. She’s met with a wooden ceiling, with sunlight streaming through round windows, and with the face of Bow, her first mate.
“What is it?” She asks him, shaking her head to ease her disorientation. “Is something wrong?”
Bow shrugs. “Dunno about wrong, but interesting would cover it. We need you up on deck.”
“Alright, I’ll be up in a minute. Go keep a handle on whatever it is until I get there.”
“Aye, Captain!” He says brightly as he exits her quarters. Adora sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes and stretching. Messy locks of blonde hair fall in her face, and she hastens to pull them back into a ponytail with a sturdy piece of twine. Old wounds twinge as she climbs from her bed, and she rubs them absently, trying to put the dream out of her mind. She changes her shirt and tightens up the laces on her breeches. She exits her quarters and climbs the stairs up to the deck of her ship, and resolves not to dwell one moment on the past today.
On deck her crew is already hard at work preparing for their voyage. They had docked in Bright Moon three days ago to deliver a shipment of sugar from way down south in Half-Moon. Adora had spent most of those three days securing another job for them, and had finally gotten an offer last night, to ship lumber as well as valuable black powder down to the islands of Salineas far to the Southwest. A long trip that would pay well; Adora’s favorite kind of job. She surveys her crew loading on fat piles of wood and large barrels of gunpowder before she turns to address what is so “interesting”, as Bow puts it.
Standing in the middle of her deck is the Queen of Bright Moon and an entire retinue of guards, servants, and other nobility. The Queen, Angella, is an impressively tall and slender woman---a beanpole, if you listened to the rabble---who commands attention like being noticed is her natural state. Maybe it is. She is dressed elegantly, but more importantly, expensively, and her translucent wings fold behind her with effortless grace. She watches the sailors at work with a stoic expression that betrays just a hint of suspicion, or perhaps appraisal. Next to her is a significantly shorter and younger girl, who, unlike the Queen, is wingless, full-figured, and cute. Her sparkling hair is short and poofy, and while her clothes are just as expensive and well-crafted, she doesn’t seem as comfortable in them as the Queen. Adora takes this girl to be the ever-mysterious Princess Glimmer, who is rarely seen but frequently discussed in the streets and taverns of Bright Moon. Beside mother and daughter are a gaggle of people Adora doesn’t care to worry about right now. She’s wary of the Royal Guard, armed with spears and pistols, but they don’t make a move against her as she approaches.
Bow is already there speaking to the Queen, who doesn’t look especially impressed but is nevertheless conversing politely.
“Ah, here’s our captain!” Bow says as he turns around to see her. “Captain Adora, this is---”
“Her Royal Majesty, Queen Angella of the kingdom of Bright Moon. As well as her Royal Highness, Princess Glimmer of Bright Moon,” a mousy little man on the right side of the Queen spouts. Bow, while his back is turned to the royal party, rolls his eyes ever so slightly at Adora before stepping back to let her handle things.
Adora dips into a bow, just low enough to be respectful. “Your Majesty, Your Highness, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?” Even though she generally detests them, she can play nice with the noble types when she has to, mostly when it’s going to get her paid.
“Captain Adora,” says the Queen, in her smooth voice and high society accent. “You are held in high regard amongst my people and my court. Your services and conduct have been deemed exceptional by many a merchant in my capital.”
“I am pleased to hear it, Your Majesty. We here on the Swift Wind strive for efficiency and excellence.”
“That being said, what I am here to ask of you today is not a matter of transporting goods.” She indicates her daughter. “This is my daughter, Princess Glimmer. She has recently turned 18 years of age.” A big thing, that, when the heir to the throne comes of age. Adora remembers that they had docked on the same night as the grand ball held for the occasion. Being a bunch of lowly seafarers, they hadn’t been invited, but they’d made due in the taverns that were celebrating the event with women and ale. “As a foreign-born woman, you might not be aware of the customs in Bright Moon when a royal child comes of age.” There’s no obvious judgement or distaste when the queen calls her foreign-born, which earns her a point in Adora’s book. She gets called foreign-born (and other less pleasant synonyms) no matter where she docks, so she’s used to the descriptor. “When a Prince of Princess of Bright Moon turns 18, they are granted a particularly special request, which must be answered. My daughter,” and she says that with a touch of irritation. The Princess frowns but hold her head high. “Has requested to travel aboard a mariner’s vessel. In order to… broaden her horizons.”
Adora holds back a smirk. She’s sure her pretty, oh-so-refined Royal Majesty has much less courtly words she could use, judging by the lime-licker expression on her lovely face. That she doesn’t use them seems a great testament to her willpower.
“And you would like her to travel aboard the Swift Wind?”
“I have vetted you, your crew, and your vessel extensively. I will only accept the best for Glimmer.” She picks up her many skirts and steps directly in front of Adora. Now, Adora isn’t short by any stretch of the imagination, but still the Queen towers over her when she stands this close. Her dark eyes are deadly serious. “My daughter wishes to travel for one year. In exchange for her safety and good health, I am willing to pay you a sum of 200,000 gold pieces, 50,000 now and the rest upon her return.”
Adora controls her expression, but she can’t stop her eyes from widening. 200,000? 200 fucking thousand gold pieces? Just for ferrying some royal lass around the South Sea for a year? She hears Bow whistle softly in the background. “However,” the Queen says, her eyes narrowing. “You will only receive the second part of your fee IF my daughter returns safe and happy. Do you understand what I am offering you, Captain Adora?” Every syllable is sharp and pronounced, adding extra bite to each word.
“It seems right clear to me, your Majesty,” Adora says, holding her ground. “Aye, we’ll take the Princess, and she’ll sail with us for a year.” She finally steps aside to gesture courteously towards her quarters. “If you would prefer, we can discuss the finer details in my study.”
“There will be no need,” says the Queen imperiously. “I would prefer that you instead guide my daughter and I in inspecting your vessel. I must be satisfied with her accommodations before we can finalize our arrangement.”
“As you wish, my Queen,” Adora says neutrally with another quick bow. “Bow, with me,” she says to her first mate, and he falls in step behind her, the Queen, and the Princess. She leads them on a tour of the Swift Wind. There isn’t much to see, but the Queen is meticulous, checking everything for the slightest sign of potential risk. She pesters Adora with questions that she and Bow tag-team to answer.
When they reach the crew sleeping quarters, Adora is left somewhat awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. It wasn’t that the quarters were bad, per se. They were plenty good enough for sailors, but she didn’t have to check to know that the Queen was displeased. “These are the crew’s quarters. The Princess will sleep down here while we are at sea.”
“This is highly unseemly, Captain Adora. How can I trust that my daughter will be safe amongst your crew while she is sleeping?”
“Ugh, Mom!” The Princess groans. “It’s fine, stop worrying!”
“It will not be fine until I receive a satisfactory answer, Glimmer,” the Queen says crossly.
Adora hides her gulp and tries not to think of the heavily armed guards still on her deck. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, you’ve looked into me and my crew. You’ve heard what our associates say about our conduct. If you didn’t already trust that we would keep your daughter safe and well-treated, you wouldn’t have made the offer to begin with.” She gestures at the bunks and hammocks. “These beds are good for sleepin’ and mendin’, and whatever else. We keep ‘em clean and tidy. My crew are all of an honorable sort, who would only treat Princess Glimmer with the utmost respect.” Sensing that she wasn’t quite there yet, she adds, “You have my word that on my honor Princess Glimmer will be perfectly protected and cared for during her time with us.” She meets the Queen’s gaze steadfastly, allowing her honesty to come through clearly.
The Queen stares at her for a long, tense moment. Then her shoulders relax, and she sighs. “Very well. I am satisfied with the Swift Wind and with you, Captain Adora.” She wastes no time turning around and exiting the belly of the ship, with Adora, Bow, and Glimmer following behind. Back on the deck, the Queen rejoins her entourage. “I have been informed that you disembark for Salineas tomorrow morning, correct?”
Adora nods. “We’ll be settin’ sail round 10 o’clock.”
“That is acceptable. Tomorrow at 9 o’clock I will be here with my daughter and the first part of your fee. Until then, Captain Adora.”
“Until then, Your Majesty, Princess.” The Queens and walks primly down the boarding ramp, but the Princess turns around before she goes and smiles tentatively at Adora and Bow. Adora grins politely back at her, and she knows without looking that Bow is beaming. After she disappears after her mother, she feels her first mate’s burly arms clap down around her shoulders.
“200,000 gold! 200,000 gold, Cap, can you believe it?”
“Pfft, not really no. But that was the real Queen presenting it to us, so I’m inclined to take her word.” She steps out of Bow’s arms and turns around to face him. “Listen up, Bow,” she says, using her authoritative captain voice. “Here’s what’s going to happen. We get the 50,000 tomorrow and take the lass on board. We’ll add into the crew’s pay as a bonus, but we are not saying where it came from.”
“Why not?” Bow asks, scratching her head.
“Too much of a liability. People will do a lot for money if they want it or need it badly enough, and the fat heap of money the Queen is promising will tempt even the best of them. We won’t get a copper if some idiot gets it into their head that they can force an advanced payment by, say, takin’ the girl hostage and running off to the slave markets, or worse, tryin’ to mutiny and then demanding a ransom.”
“Ooo, yeah, I get your point,” Bow says, wincing.
Adora nods. “So, your lips and mine are sealed. I’ll talk to the lass too once she’s on board. If anyone asks, downplay the sum. We’ll divvy up the whole fee fairly once the princess is back in her tower.”
“Aye, Captain!” Bow says with a jaunty salute.
The rest of that day goes without issue. Her crew, hard workers that they are, finish loading up their cargo just before sunset. And when the sun rises again the next morning, Adora is already up and waiting by the rail for the Queen and the Princess. They are remarkably punctual, stepping onto the docks just as the church bells ring for 9 o’clock. The Princess is less elaborately dressed this morning, but Adora would still wager that her coat cost more than the Swift Wind. The Queen, of course, is still dressed to the nines.
Adora watches from the deck as mother and daughter make their goodbyes, sharing a long and tight hug as the Queen whispers into the Princess’s ears. The sight is… unsettling to Adora. It makes her chest feel somewhat tight. She knows why, even though it’s silly. She’s long past wondering who her real mother is or where she might be now, but seeing such fervent parental affection makes her wish, just for a moment, that she had had at least one chance to meet her. The closest she’d ever had to a maternal figure was Shadow Weaver, the sea witch, back when…
The old scar between her ribs twinges again, and she takes it as a warning. She sighs. There’s no need to go down that path, unless you want more nightmares tonight. Her Sword, strapped to her hip, offers comfort, the peculiar thing. She hears It whispers in her mind’s ear as it attempts to soothe her. She isn’t sure what It thinks to accomplishes because she is most certainly not soothed by hearing disembodied voices. She pats the hilt lamely to shut it up, especially now that the Princess is marching up the ramp toward her.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” she greets cordially, offering her hand. That’s something you do for princesses, right? Glimmer takes her hand delicately and lets Adora guide over the last bump in the walkway and onto the deck.
Glimmer lets go of her hand and turns, dropping into a curtsey that looks uncomfortable. “Good morning, Captain Adora. Thank you ever so much for allowing me to sail with you.” What’s that sour little twist on her mouth for? A chest carried by two servants comes up behind her, their pay no doubt. Bow, quick lad that he is, hastens to direct them to stow the gold out of sight before any of the rest of the crew see it.
The Princess turns to wave goodbye to her mother while those same castle servants come back to bring up a heavy-looking trunk, no doubt full of things a princess of Bright Moon can’t live without. Adora wants to roll her eyes, but doesn’t. Once the servants are off the ramp, they draw it up, and her deckhands undo the ropes mooring the Swift Wind. Bow takes the helm, and he guides the ship carefully off the dock and into the larger harbor. Glimmer waves to her mother once more as she gets further and further away, and then she turns to Adora with a bold and businesslike expression on her face.
“Okay, so, Captain,” she starts, crossing her arms over her chest. “I know my mom gave you a hard time about your ship and about keeping me safe, but honestly, it’s fine. I mean it, you don’t have to give me any special treatment.”
Adora grins because she can’t help it. This girl is cute and poofy and powdered, wearing a silver-trimmed velvet coat no less, and she’s asking for “no special treatment”. “With all due respect, my Princess, your mother made it… quite clear that you must only receive our best. I’m not inclined to test her temper.”
“Ugh, don’t listen to her, she was just trying to scare you,” Glimmer says. She grunts in annoyance. “She’s so overprotective, but I’m not made of glass and I can handle sleeping on a cot with some sailors for a year.” She places both her well-manicured hands on her shapely hips. “And, I’ll have you know, Captain, that I can pull my weight around here. Don’t expect me to just sit around like some layabout. I can work, and I will work, if you give me a job to do.”
Adora snorts, another involuntary reaction. “What’s so funny?!” Glimmer barks, eyes narrowing. Suddenly, the resemblance between Princess and Queen is very prominent.
“Ah, you’ll have’ta forgive me, lass,” she says, still giggling. “It’s just, ahem, with all due respect, you’re a princess. Have you ever done work in your life? And I mean real work, not whatever tricky games you lot play in your fancy palaces.”
“W-well,” Glimmer sputters. “Not as such, but don’t think me incapable! I’m a fast learner, and I work hard. I excelled in all my studies. And I was the best rider on the royal polo team, so I can do physical things too.”
The best rider on the royal polo team, Gods preserve them. But she takes a moment to consider this unusual princess seriously. “So of all the things you could have asked for on your 18th birthday, you asked to work on a trading ship?”
“Uh, well, Mom doesn’t really know about the working part, but, essentially yes. I need something like this. To go out and see the world, not just look at paintings of it in my room. To meet people like you who actually have real work to do. One day I’m going to be Queen, and when that day comes, I want to be prepared. I want to know what it is to really labor on something, I want to know what normal people do with their lives, so I can rule from a place of experience with those things and better know what’s best for my people. Does… does any of that makes sense?” The Princess is blushing, rosy pink suffusing tan cheeks, and it’s a fair distraction to Adora. But she does answer.
“That’s quite a noble quest you’ve gone and set yourself, Your Highness. I can respect drive and honorable ambition. As you will’t then. You’ll work, earn your keep with the rest of my crew, and do so without complaint like they do. Understood, Princess?”
“Understood, Captain. And, please, call me Glimmer. It would be a little weird if my boss called me princess all the time.”
“Alright, have it your way. You’ll start with going over the ledgers. Follow me.”
“What? Ledgers?”
“Aye,” Adora says turning back around. “They’ve been needing a look-through now that we’ve finished our old job and got two new ones.” She raises an eyebrow. “Unless that’s not the kind of real work you’re interested in?”
“N-no!” The Princess quickly protests. “I’ll do it, and better than anyone you’ve had before! I just… was expecting something more exc… ah, involved.”
Adora softens her smirk into a pleasant smile. “You’ll start with that. Show me you can do it, and then we’ll see about more involved work. Deal?”
Glimmer sighs, but then grins confidently. “It’s a deal.”
“Then follow me, Glimmer.”
#she ra#spop#she ra and the princesses of power#adora#catra#glimmer#my writing#i like sea shanties and girls with weapons and that's why this exists
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PruHun Week Day 2- Cryptids
Merman Gil saves Eli from a shipwreck and can’t stop gushing over her. lol I told myself I wasn’t going to do a one-shot with it even though I really wanted to... But I did. I couldn’t resist.
LOVE AT FIRST SONG
Gil's ears perked at the sound of someone singing nearby. The voice was beautiful, melodic... Like a mermaid's. Except it didn't sound familiar, which confused him. He knew each and every one of the mermaids' voices in his father's kingdom, and this voice was a stranger to him. He listened closer, trying to determine where it was coming from. ...It was above him, which meant the voice probably belonged to someone on a boat passing by. The song sounded lovely, and he wished he could hear it more clearly. Perhaps if he got closer, but...
His tail fins twitched at the thought. Merfolk were forbidden to have contact with humans, it was law. Once long ago they had been able to, but according to his father, there had been too many incidents of the humans causing harm to their kind. Mistaking them for monsters and killing them with their weapons, trying to catch them to take back to land for experiments... The merfolk always came to the captive's aid and wrecked the ship, which only enraged the humans further. After so many incidents and before war could be declared between species, the merfolk vowed to never again have contact with the humans, and after centuries their existence must have become a myth. They would overhear humans above in their rickety boats and great ships, laughing at the idea of mermaids still being in the waters. And it was better that way, as their blatant disbelief made life much safer for the merfolk living below.
But as the singing continued, Gil felt his curiosity rising. That voice... It was enchanting, and he cursed the waters for muffling the words. He shook his head and crossed his arms. "Just ignore it. You don't need to know the song. ...It's probably a dumb human sea shanty or something," he grumbled, trying to convince himself the song wasn't worth his growing interest. But a minute later, he huffed and his mind made up, he bolted for the surface. No one was around, he wouldn't be seen... Why not take a quick peek and listen to the rest of the song in clarity? There was no harm in it, right?
He spotted the ship and breached the surface just beside it, hiding in its shadow. A quick glance told him no humans were in sight, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The singing instantly caught his attention, and he gazed up at the ship, mesmerized by the sound.
"I'm on my way,
I don't know where to,
but I'm on my way to something great...
I'll show them all,
I'm not who they think I am,
I may be a princess but
I'm a warrior first!
I'll wear their dresses
and take their flowers,
but I'll show no mercy
when I break their hearts.
They're not for me...
At least out here on the shining sea
I know I'm free..."
Gil was sad as the voice stopped singing, and he felt his heart skip. So the girl was a princess... But she didn't want to be? That's what it sounded like, at least. He couldn't blame her. There were stories of the humans and their strange traditions royalty had to follow. He had heard the women were married off for territory, and the idea was ridiculous to him. Humans and their ideas of owning sections of the land pissed him off... The land was just there, for anyone. No one claimed the oceans for themselves, did they? He grit his teeth at the thought.
"Miss Elizabeta?" An old man's voice.
"How many times must I tell you? You can call me Eli when we're at sea." The singer's voice.
"I know, it's habit. At least allow me to call you Miss Eli."
"If you absolutely have to," the girl, Eli, sighed. "What is it?"
"Your father wished for me to talk to you before we got back... But I know you won't like the news, for which I am very sorry."
"What news?" Eli asked, clearly suspicious.
"He... He has ordered me to stop taking you on these expeditions. He wants you to stay home and-"
"And improve my image as a proper lady," Eli growled. "I get it."
"I really am sorry, Miss Eli. I enjoyed our time together... The whole crew did. You were a pleasure to have on board. We're sure to miss you."
"I'll miss all of you too... Thank you for letting me travel with you. I learned a lot..."
It was a private discussion Gil felt awkward listening to, but he couldn't help it. His heart beat fast as he felt the girl's grief in her voice. Her words had trembled, ever so slightly, and her tone was that of defeat. He saw movement over the ship's edge and he pressed himself against the ship, not wanting to splash and alarm whoever it was by diving into the water.
"I don't want this...!" It was Eli, and she was brushing tears from her eyes. "I don't want to go home and be someone I'm not! I want to be me... Just me!"
Gil fought back his desire to lean forward a bit to see what she looked like. Once again, curiosity burned into him, and when he heard her starting to cry softly he chanced a quick peek. Just like her voice, Eli was beautiful, and his heart beat faster in his chest. If he had fallen in love with her from her singing alone, he could have swam back into the depths of the water and maybe forget her within a year. But having a face to go with the voice, and knowing her story, there was no way he could simply hope to forget her. He was in love, real love. His pounding heartbeat and flushed cheeks told him so.
He lingered in her sight too long. Before he could retreat back into the shadows Eli turned her face and spotted him. Her eyes grew wide and Gil stared back, frozen. Shit. What would she do...?
"I-I'm Gil." Before she could do anything Gil found himself speaking. He hadn't meant to, the words had just blurted from his mouth! His cheeks grew crimson as he stayed frozen in place, embarrassed as her mouth gaped open.
She closed her mouth, opened it again, then closed it once more. She was obviously shocked. But then she smiled, and the sight made Gil's heart flutter.
"I'm Eli..."
He swallowed and grinned back. He opened his mouth to speak again, but heard someone approaching Eli above and slipped into the water. He could hear a muffled question being asked, and a muffled answer. He waited, wondering if Eli would tell on his presence. After a few minutes of silence, he poked his head above the surface. There was no commotion, no yelling, no one making a fuss... He was safe. The notion that the human girl had kept him secret from her crew mates made Gil feel warm, and he wanted to thank her. He waited at the side of the ship for her to return, but she must have been tasked with something, as after a few minutes she still did not show.
Disappointed, he sunk into the water and debated waiting longer. He wanted to, but if he didn't return home soon his whereabouts would be found and he'd be in for it. If his father found out he had not only let a human see him, but had also spoken to her... He closed his eyes. He had to let Eli go. She was a human... And he was a merman.
As he swam further down and the light of the sun grew dimmer, he felt an ache in his heart. He wondered what would happen to her once she returned home, if she would be married off to a stranger and if she would love him or hate him... The thought of her being with someone else flared jealousy in him, and he grit his teeth as he swam faster. There was no point wondering now... He couldn't forget her, but he would never see her again.
Or so he thought.
Later that evening he couldn't stop thinking about Eli, and he sneaked out of the kingdom to take a swim. But he noticed the change in the water, how it was more active and rough than usual, and knew a storm was happening above. He swam closer to the surface to see how bad the storm was, and when he popped his head from the water he was startled.
There was so much lightning, it lit up the dark sky. It hurt his eyes with each flash, and he had trouble focusing for a few seconds. The large waves crashed against something he at first took to be a rock. But when he looked again he realized it was a piece of a ship. Instantly a cold fear settled over him and he stared in horror as he picked out more and more pieces of the wreck. A few barrels here, part of the hull there... He saw a small boat in the near distance, and he picked out some people yelling over the sounds of thunder.
"Miss Eli!"
"Miss Elizabeta! Where are you?!"
"Miss Eli! Miss Eli!"
The fear pierced his heart as he realized they were searching for her. No! She had to be okay! She had to be alive! He had just met her! She couldn't die so soon!
He swam the fastest he had ever swam before, darting from piece to piece of the wreck, diving into the water and searching frantically for her. He spotted her just as she slipped from the barrel she'd been clinging to, and as she began to sink he hurried to her and scooped her up in his arm, muscles straining as he pushed himself to reach the surface before she ran out of air. They broke the surface and she gasped, coughing up water. She tried to speak but only coughed more.
"It's okay, I got you!" Gil called over the thunder. He started to swim in the direction of the boat, but she dug her nails into his arm, shaking her head.
"N-No! T-Take me... s-somewhere else..." she faintly pleaded before losing consciousness.
Gil understood. She didn't want to go back to the life she hated. He turned, and began swimming away from the boat and towards the nearest island.
The storm had moved on by the time he reached land, and the sunset glared behind them, a deep red surrounded by gray and purple clouds. As he crawled onto the sand, he noticed remnants from the shipwreck had beat them to the island. He found a rock and set Eli up against it, and leaned back against a large piece of the ship, tired from the swim. As he caught his breath, he looked Eli over.
She looked so peaceful as she slept, and Gil sighed with a love-struck smile. He knew he was in love when he heard her sing...! She could be one of them with that voice!
He chuckled to himself. He was in love with a human... He wondered if she could love a creature like him...
#pruhunweek2019#pruhun#aph prussia#aph hungary#hetalia#this might have been the fastest i've ever written a one-shot#it was just so last minute and i was like I HAVE TO#no you don't#YES I DO
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