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I know Mermay was like 2 weeks ago, but better late than never am I right?
I’ve had these finished for awhile actually, but didn’t have energy to sit down and post them. 
Make sure you go check out @ntzbeaker  on Instagram! I wouldn’t have even done anything if they didn’t offer to collab.
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speckster · 3 years
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Take me out to Sea Part 3
Chapter One Chapter two
WARNING: Violence (threats and historic genocide)
Predominantly a Hetero OC fic, but this chapter contains Ace x Peter (SpaceCat?)
Chapter three: Yesterday is far away
Enjoy!
"Are you going back?"
Genesis glanced at the forest of kelp that swished with the current. Occasionally the dark hair of his companion would pop up from the fronds.
"Perhaps, what's it to you? And I thought you were meant to be helping me scavenge?" Paul replied snippily.
"I'm not helping you look for trinkets that you're gonna give away instead of trade. Least of all if they're being given to a human."
Paul ducked back into the forest, making the martyrish statement to pretend his friend wasn't there. Why did Gene always have to be such a pessimistic asshole?
Two years he'd kept it a secret. Two years had passed since their reconciliation, he'd been going to visit Mina on that little beach, often swapping stories with each other whilst he gifted her with the more beautiful knick knacks he'd looted. Unfortunately, Gene had been keeping a beady eye on him, and yesterday had followed him ….
As he weaved through the strands of kelp and little schools of fish, his keen eye spotted a cluster of oysters. He dug his knife into their shells, fishing out the stunning pearls, before slurping out their innards and pointedly throwing the empty shells towards Gene. The older merman grumbled, rubbing his temple.
"Pearls? Good God Paul, I hope she's worth it! Once the Council find out-"
"-They're not going to find out, are they?" Paul threatened, suddenly darting back out from the greenery, his dagger hovering under Gene's nose.
"Chrissake Paul, do you really wanna do this? After what happened with your sister-"
Paul's hand clenched around Gene's topknot, jerking his head back as Paul pushed the blade to his throat.
"I. Don't. Have. A. Sister" Paul growled through clenched teeth.
Sigh.
It had been an absolute scandal in their clan when barely a year after Paul's accident, his sister Jewel had upped and taken to land. The council, which included Paul's bereft parents, had declared her exiled in an attempt to save face, not that it mattered to her: Jewel was going to be with her human lover, even if it cut her life expectancy down considerably. Now it seemed Paul wanted to follow in his sister's footprints.
"Just be sensible" Gene warned, managing to wrench the younger merman off him, "There's an ocean full of eligible mermaids for you to choose from. What about Karo, she was nice?"
"She was more fun to chase than actually be with." Paul argued.
"Okay…. Visanya?"
"I don't wanna talk about her."
"Luzon?"
"Too stuck up."
"That's ridiculous, for you of all- okay, okay. Lina?"
"I don't like her hair."
"Adana?!? Come on, she's beautiful."
"Ha! She was fucking that Beaufort merman before we'd separated" Paul shook his head bitterly.
"D'jarya???"
"Oh please! After you fucked her sister over?! You're not dragging me down with that shipwreck."
"Fine. But answer me this: what makes this human girl so great compared to all of your other conquests?!"
"Well I… it's nothing. She's sweet. She saved my life. There's just something about her, okay?? You're reading too much into this Gene, there's nothing romantic about it." Paul denied feebly, clasping his hands together: a tell tale sign he was bullshitting. Gene shook his head.
…….
Centuries. Centuries of animosity and persecution Paul had decided to conveniently forget (although it was unbeknown to Gene that Paul had regaled his little human with the old tales.)
At one point in History Merfolk and Men had coexisted peacefully, back when sailors and merchildren would merrily teach each other their shanties. It had been a mutually beneficial relationship, as merfolk had recovered the valuables lost to shipwrecks in exchange for goodies and delicacies from so so far inland that they wouldn't be able to sample otherwise. Merfolk and humans would even copulate from time to time.
It had all gone wrong in the times of King George II.
One day whilst travelling by sea, the King had entered his daughter's cabin (which daughter was still up for debate amongst the scholars) to find her in bed with a stowaway. Before the guards could apprehend the wretch, he'd transformed his legs to a tail and made a hasty exit out of the window and into the water. From that day forth the King had declared Mermen depraved sea demons who needed to be eradicated.
Gene had recalled going to the Grand Central Cave to the archives, painstakingly embroidering the story onto an old sail lest their people forget: scenes of The King's Men dragging mermen from the waters to be shot or beaten to death: young merboys having their fins and gills cut out and bleeding to death in their mother's arms: schools of merfolk being captured in nets and left to drown and be crushed, their corpses dragged up and displayed on the shores as a warning. It had been a genocide.
Fortunately, Mermaids were cunning and resourceful.
They'd transformed their tails to legs and lounged on the rocks enticincingly, ready to lure any stupid sea dogs who were thinking with their genitals. The men didn't have to be handsome or even particularly healthy: they just had to be willing and have a seed to plant in the Mermaid's womb, then they'd be hastily drowned once the deed had been done. Mermaids had the biological advantage of choosing when they wished to release their egg, so every excursion would be a success as they swam back to their clans and awaited the birth of their halflings. It was fortunate that only mermaids could conceive with Men, whilst their male counterparts were incapable of planting in a Woman: nobody liked the thought of a mer-baby being born and living on land indefinitely.
They'd saved their species.
…….
"Do you want your parents to lose another child?" Gene asked scornfully. Paul had turned his back to his friend, but Gene noticed the younger merman tense up.
"... Stop being melodramatic…" he replied quietly.
"You're right. They'd never let anything happen to their Little Prince". The venom absolutely dripping from Gene's words made Paul turn around "But if a member of the Council happened upon your human whilst she was having a swim..."
"You wouldn't!" Paul turned white with Fear.
"I would if it would save you from doing something unforgivably stupid!"
Paul's momentary panic was disturbed by his ears pricking up faint whispers.
"Who are you going with?"
"Gene, he's bigger."
"You're kidding right? Paul's the fastest swimmer. Gene won't be able to land a strike."
"Fine. I say Gene, you say Paul. Loser has to jerk the winner off."
"You can't be serious!" Paul yelled as he cut away at the kelp. Ace and Peter lay huddled on the sea bed, giggling and clutching onto a puffer fish. No doubt getting high from its toxins.
".... How much did you hear?" Gene asked bluntly. Ace sputtered.
"Paul's bonking a human girl" he giggled. Peter snorted, letting go of the indignant pufferfish.
"After all that shit he gave you and me, " there was a bitterness in Peter's words. Now would be the time to pacify his friends and keep them on side in exchange for their silence. However, this was Paul, who had a nasty habit of doubling down when he was pissed off and ultimately making things worse. And he really resented the 'bonking' remark: he'd never touched Mina.
"I gave you shit because Ace could do much better. You've got a face only a mother could love! And do your wives know about this?!"
Peter straightened up, nose to nose with Paul.
"What we do is none of your business. We don't have any secrets. Can you say the same when you sneak off to fuck a human?"
Paul drew his dagger. Even though he was the youngest and the fastest swimmer, Peter was a better fighter and was always guaranteed to land a fatal strike. Ace, despite being the most mellow of the quartet, had been the quickest to react as he'd pulled Peter away, Gene following suit and grabbing Paul's arms. Paul shrugged his friend angrily off him.
"To Hell with all of you!" he yelled, swimming away.
"Paul! That was sheer idiocy back there! You can't go back to her after this!"
"Fuck off Gene."
"I'm serious. Do you really think either of those two will keep quiet?"
Paul slowed down.
"They… they wouldn't. " Once again with the denial.
"Come on Paul. Ace's heart is in the right place, but he's sloppy. He'll tell Netta, she'll speak to Ilyiad, assuming Peter doesn't tell her first. Peter will tell anyone who'll listen, because you just had to go and piss him off."
Paul stopped swimming, sniffling slightly. Gene was right, there was too much of a risk now. He didn't care what happened to him, but Mina….. He could deny any feelings of tenderness and passion he felt for her till he was blue in the face... But he wouldn't be able to live with himself if she was harmed.
"You can't go back to how things were. You've gotta make a choice, Paul."
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unfortunatelysirius · 4 years
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╰☆☆ ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 ☆☆╮ [Sirius Black – Marauders Era] [Part 14]
Previous Installments: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13
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           IT WAS NEARLY MIDNIGHT, and a disturbing sort of cold Y/N thought she might never experience in her lifetime, shivers up and down her spine within the dark, suffocating corridor. The stars were like silver dewdrops splattered across the navy sky, visible through each old window’s silhouette littered around the castle; with every passing step, Y/N caught another glimpse of Nature’s finest canvas. She was curled into Sirius’s side, squished between his subtly muscled body and James’s near-identical shape, both Remus and Peter trailing the three of them by seconds. It was reminiscent of times that seemed so far away.
         Y/N thought it was all too good to be true. Everything, from her and Sirius falling back into same-old, same-old routine like they’d never left the honeymoon phase to James looking quite sullen compared to his usual upbeat, enthusiastic self. She wondered if it was all a twist on reality to make her think things were fine when really, Sirius wasn’t anywhere near, James still hated her, and the Marauders were leading her somewhere to hex and discard their latest “conquest.”  It made all the more sense the longer she thought about it, but thoughts of the way Sirius felt—flesh, bone, whole—made her realize she was daft, and just a little bit mad.
         He was so obviously here, a living, breathing wonder, and she was trying to make it a mirage. She wanted it that way.
         Or maybe she’d just went long enough with things going wrong that miracles seemed far too good to be true.
         “I have to meet with Regulus,” murmured Y/N into the quiet air, after the silence became a tad bit too smothering. She was also alert of her own negligence, from her delirious daze to her angry soul’s demands for an apology, as Sirius’s arm looped around her became a bone-crushing reality. Not so much a reality she craved anymore, but one that needed multiple bandages slapped across it; the Muggle way of rekindling old flames and licked wounds. Y/N was beginning to grow agitated and nervous, as this reality crushed down on her. As her newly-put-together world fell apart in the wake of unanswered questions. “He—wants to help. He thinks I was Obliviated.”
         Sirius glanced down at her, looking unsure, his own face not betraying the inner turmoil running their world ragged. The two of them didn’t know how to approach their current problem, the one that kept them from falling together as happy memories asked them to; Y/N was afraid of what lay in wait, Sirius’s admittance that he thought so lowly of her that for even a millisecond he thought she might have been a slag, and Sirius dreaded the moment he had to let his betrayal out into the open. Neither of them were willing to ruin their reconciliation by simple, trivial ire, the kind that winded up someone alone and heartbroken, the kind that could get anyone and everyone hurt.
         Even the most painful of thoughts were best kept internalized, if it meant staying locked tight in a dream.
         Even now, the two of them were so different. Differences Y/N once overlooked in favor of what made them compatible.  
“Regulus doesn’t care about anyone except for himself,” Sirius snapped at Y/N, the three Marauders looking nervous in anticipation for the argument to come. “He’s a Slytherin. The bloody git is tricking you.”
         “How the fuck would you know?” Y/N was never one for confrontation. This was all new territory. She was tired, and depressed, and dying of questions; she loved Sirius, she did, but he was still the prejudiced, arrogant prat he was before they started dating. He’d always hate Slytherins because he grew up in a world full of snakes that rejected him for being who he was, and maybe that was a drawn line for why they weren’t meant to last. He was the charismatic, hateful railroad tycoon, and she was his subdued wife that tiptoed around his temper. Stupid, foolish—she was letting herself use another goddamned Muggle analogy—Americanized, no less. Maybe Y/N was running low on a lucid mind as much as she was excuses.
         He knows nothing about Regulus, she thought anyway, looking into those silver grey eyes she’d always loved. Sirius didn’t. He refused to talk to his brother; maybe Regulus was growing into himself and losing that part of him that preened and prawned from pleasing his parents. If he was scared, if he was determined to find the truth because he wanted to sabotage dark plans, he never once betrayed it. But deep down, there was nothing else rational to explain his motivations, and Y/N knew he was a scared little boy afraid the monsters would someday catch up to him—
And they’d eat him alive like all wolves just so happen to do.
“Regulus is your brother,” continued Y/N. “He doesn’t want to be part of whatever it is your parents do. I can see it in his eyes.”
“You didn’t grow up with him. You didn’t see him do nothing when his brother was lying on the ground, with their father standing above him,” seethed Sirius. “Don’t act like you know him; you sure as hell don’t.”
Y/N felt like crying, as she wrenched herself away from Sirius’s warm, comforting embrace. “Don’t act like you know me,” she spat. Sirius’s jaw fell downwards, a flicker of hurt flitting across his face. “Go mope in your dorm. I’m getting down to the bottom of this, with or without you.”
Sirius was silent. Y/N continued to watch him, imploring him to say something, wishing he wouldn’t just let her leave. If she left, she could get hurt, and Sirius wouldn’t be her knight in shining armor. They went so long in turmoil that Y/N wanted there to be some sort of compromise; if they could argue and fight for so long, the two a mess with their friends on the fence on how to fix them, then they sure as hell could be soft and melted together, too. Maybe they were different, maybe Sirius couldn’t let his old ways go, but truth be told—Y/N always wanted to show him a new perspective.
She’d tried doing that before things went wrong.
“Really, Sirius?” she said now, staring brokenly at him. “We could finally figure this out, and you’re backing down? Really?”
“Whoever’s done this is dangerous,” Sirius told her. His voice had lost all its shake, all its fury, rendered a new sort of mellow Y/N had hardly ever seen from him. He looked like he itched to hold her and reassure he was just an asshat, but his asshat ways betrayed none of his true love for her, or his need to protect her. None, nada, zilch: right? He was a teenage boy, a prat, but he didn’t mean anything out of his pathetically unfiltered mouth. “I want you safe, Y/N. We should leave this to the professors.”        
Those words were foreign out of his mouth. Y/N took a heavy breath and she said, “Sirius, do you even hear yourself? Merlin, what’s happened to you?”
“What’s happened to me? Me?” Sirius’s laugh was humorless. “You’re bloody mad.”
“Sirius, Y/N, this isn’t the best time,” said Remus, looking between the two with apprehension.
“This is the best time, Remus,” Y/N said, refusing to look at any of them. She knew Peter was fidgeting; she knew James was gap-mouthed like a pufferfish; she knew Remus was trying to hide his trepidation. She knew Sirius was silently seething. All of them, they weren’t clearly thinking. They didn’t have their nerves together. Y/N was terrified that solving the bottom of the mystery would never come if they fell apart before they came together. But Y/N could no longer go on if her experience with the love of her life was only going to be heartache and pain, two things she had felt since coming to this God-awful school.
You’re not any better than him, thought Y/N, her brain suddenly going to Ashton. He was dead, and she’d never get to see him again; she’d never get to tell him she was sorry, that she never meant to use him, that he was someone she came to love in her desperation to feel. He taught her about love. He taught her that it was okay to be without for a little while because wholes always regain their lost pieces. Maybe he threw her into an abyss after he broke her heart that left her sad and lost of all hope, but now, with her head on her shoulders again, she could safely say he taught her a lot—yet she gained nothing.
Y/N was happy with Sirius, but he did not teach her anything. He was a fun partner in crime, but when it truly came down to life lessons, he wasn’t a teacher; he was along for the ride, a mere passenger in a bus packed to the brim with faces from the crowd.
Standing in the hallway, letting these thoughts wash over her, Y/N could not do this anymore. She needed to find Regulus and reach the climax of this game. Someone was toying with her and her feelings, and if she didn’t put a stop to it, if she didn’t find a way to draw the villain out and stifle the madness, there was no way for her to get peace—and she’d stay stuck in an endless cycle of being a living ghost.
“I can’t anymore, Sirius,” whispered Y/N. “I can’t.”
She turned around and ran.
The Marauders watched after her, one looking horrified, two looking shocked, and the one this mattered to most—he looked heartbroken.
And none of them even bothered to go after her, as the guilt sunk in and they realized—
Was the love-potion maker truly the villain? Or was it them?
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Y/N had stopped running after reaching the fourth corridor. She eventually stopped walking altogether. Her pace slowed until it was nonexistent, her harsh, shaking breaths fell into soundless sniffs, her erratic thoughts slowly but surely came to a close. All she could think about now was Regulus, who was waiting at the library for her presence. And that half-blurry, half-familiar memory of a white-haired girl in the very same forest Y/N was in herself
Y/N knew it mattered. She knew she’d been Obliviated, and she was foolish not to go to Headmaster Dumbledore for help in retrieving her memories… but she was a foolish girl, and foolish girls wanted to figure out mysteries by themselves.
“I’m a bloody fool,” mumbled Y/N to herself, clutching her head like that would heal all trace of confusion, as well as her sadness. It wouldn’t, but it felt like it did—so Y/N continued to grope at her temples and scalp. The corridor echoed with spooky creaks and even spookier whistles. Y/N felt regret seep into her bones, as she realized she was still a bit of ways away from the library—and she was totally, utterly, completely alone.
Y/N heard someone laugh.
“You are a bloody fool,” they said.
Out from the end of the corridor emerged a girl, whose entire face and hair were obscured by shadows—but the pretty little patch on her robes had a snake on them. Y/N knew it was a Slytherin. But all she saw was the patch, as her body and face were near invisible—and even then, the patch’s emblazoning was blurry to her. She felt her head grow light, her eyes squinting to see within the darkness. She was so caught in looking at the patch to even pay any regard to the words the stranger spoke or the wand as it lifted, pointing right at Y/N’s chest.
“Who are—”
The girl flicked her wrist. “Stupefy,” she said.
Suddenly Y/N was knocked off her feet by a powerful spell, the backlash sending her head cracking against the corridor wall, rendering her immobile and near-unconscious.
She felt her body crumble, but only half of the way—a steady stream of numbness shooting through her like lightning.
         The stranger walked up, a laugh emptying from her mouth.
“Got you!” the girl sang happily.
That was when things went black.
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mxliv-oftheendless · 4 years
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“ if i squish your cheeks together you look like a pufferfish ” - Ace & Peter bromance? Lol
(Jeez I’m sorry this took so long Ash. It seems I need to watch Rick and Morty whenever I’m doing these lol.)
Catman did not like this. 
He did not like that allying with the KISSterian prince involved going to his castle to help negotiate an alliance with the Wildcat Clan. The castle was fine, it was just too… extravagant for his tastes. Why did one need beds that were raised up off the ground and had so many pillows? It seemed like a waste to him… even if they were comfortable. 
“Hey, Catman!” 
Well, there was one positive aspect of this. The Spaceman, Ace, was an interesting person, that didn’t seem to shy away from how menacing he looked. He’d gotten many reactions like that since coming here, mainly from members of the KISSterian Council/Court. Though Demon said he still got such reactions from the same people. 
Catman turned to Ace just in time to see him enter the empty meeting room, and nodded his head. “Prince Ace,” 
“Hey, what’d we say? You can just call me Ace, you don’t need the Prince part.” 
“Fine… Hello, Ace.” 
Ace grinned at him. “There we go! You’re here early.” 
Catman simply shrugged. “I want to get this done and over with.” 
“I feel ya on that. Not that I’m not happy the Clan’s allying with the Elder and Starshine, but the Council’s just makin’ things harder.” 
“Why must they be a part of negotiations?” 
Ace shrugged. “Because they’re KISSteria’s government. It’s stupid, but that’s how it works.” 
Catman just nodded. He would have said that sounded foolish, but Ace had already said it. 
The two of them sat in silence for a long moment. Catman wanted to say something, but could only think of political matters, and he did not want to spend more time than necessary on politics. 
“Hey, Catman,” 
“Yes?” 
“If I squish your cheeks together, you’d look like a pufferfish.” 
Catman stared blankly at him. That… That was not what he was expecting. At all. “I… What?” 
Ace shrugged again. “Just makin’ conversation,” 
“How is that conversation? I don’t even know what a… pufferfish, is.” 
“Y’know what a fish is, right?” 
“Well yes, but—what is a pufferfish?”  
“It’s a kind of fish. We have ‘em on Jendell. They have really weird faces. They look like normal fish, but when they’re in danger or being attacked, their whole body puffs out with spikes.” 
That made Catman intrigued. “Really? How deadly are their spikes?” 
“I dunno for sure, but I’ve heard they’re pretty deadly. But they’re pretty nice otherwise.” Ace suddenly seemed to think of something and smiled. “Kinda like you!” 
Catman blinked. “So… I am a… pufferfish?” 
“I mean, yeah, kind of. Not that that’s bad—that’s a pretty good thing to me!” 
Right then, the door opened and the Elder entered, followed by Prince Starchild, Demon, and the Wildcat’s Leader. Starchild smiled amiably at Catman. “Catman. You’re here early.” 
Catman dipped his head. “Starchild. I was… having a conversation with… Ace.” 
Ace grinned at him happily, then got up to kiss Starchild’s cheek. 
Catman barely paid attention during negotiations (though he did want to slash the throat of the next Council member that looked at him and his Leader like they were the scum on the bottom of their shoes). All he could think about was the pufferfish conversation he’d had with Ace. He was like a pufferfish apparently. 
Strange; Catman felt like if it were anyone else, he’d be attempting to slash their throat for such an insult. But coming from Ace, it didn’t sound like an insult. 
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